He continued licking whilst I squeezed my legs tightly against his head, my teen body shaking on his desk, crying with pleasure.Whilst I was recoverin... from my first ever orgasm, duddy was ready to have his own.He stood up standing in front of me, rubbing his cock against my pussy lips.I knew about sex from seeing the mammals in the rural area we lived at. I knew a cock was supposed to go inside me, but the thought of it made me scared. It looked so ginormous.I screamed out; “No duddy! Please. But I had hoped for more time.I think he already loves you but he hasn't yet admitted it. He is perfectly capable of deceiving himself about that for a long time. So you will have to court him - make him realise how much you mean to him and I cannot tell you how long that will take. My crystal ball is cloudy.You've got the tools - don't even think of not taking the money! You have access to Robert. Whatever you do, don't let him stop teaching you. You can always blackmail him by threatening to. I swear to God I hadn't really thought of it like that until I read that first message, but somewhere in the back of mind a plan must have formed to sneakily hook me up with one of them.Anyway, all three messages were from men who lived miles and miles away from where I live. And when I say miles and miles, I don't just mean London or Edinburgh or somewhere I could have got to with a train ticket and a far-fetched excuse to keep Paula from going off on one.One guy was in Quebec, another in New. “I can’t get cum on this bed,” he protested. “Then try not to come,” said Carson, squeezing tighter.He rolled his soft foreskin in between his fingers, feeling the veins of his cock swell under his touch, pumping his member fuller and fuller until it stretched against his pants.Armisen rolled his head back onto his shoulders. "Oh, God." He gripped the bedsheets taut in his fists.Carson leaned over and traced his tongue along the man's torso, into his armpit, towards his chest. He sank his teeth.