I could feel the tantalizing removal, as the friction on my clitoris became intense, my thighs providing the resistance, in a vain attempt in stopping...the thin cloth from protecting my modesty.I was eight when that last happened, up in the hills overlooking our housing scheme, myself, my brother and two of his friends, myself a tomboyish girl, a fact that had not escaped the boys, I did not have a penis, and they wanted to see my cunt.The boys, including my brother had completely undressed, and. I must have cum a dozen times that afternoon, the meeting or should I say shag fest then broke up.I adjusted my dress and tried to clean myself up a bit.Everyone seemed very pleased and Abdul said to David that they'd sign the contract next morning- mission accomplished I thought.As a celebration he said we'd all have a special meal that night and I would be allowed to attend.I would have been a bit miffed if they hadn't invited me as they'd spent nearly all the afternoon, licking, fingering. She was pretty and knew it. She was also a big flirt and knew she could play with men for attention. We had lots of time for flirting, since outside of the rush periods, the store was pretty quiet. I was not usually interested in girls like her – didn’t think she’d give me the time of day. And then after sex, what we would do? She certainly didn’t talk about anything I was interested in. Still, she was pretty, in a cute and all-American way. It was a week before Halloween and she told me about. Do I?" you tease. "Yes mistress," I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste. "I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You couldn't get enough of it." All of this said through a knowing grin on your face. "Well don't worry, you're about to get much more. And since I.