I’m a spunk demon, and whilst not as experienced as some of my friends, the three boyfriends I’ve slept with over the last year have all had the p...easure of copious blow-jobs from yours truly. In my experience there’s nothing quite like a guy spunking down your throat. I can’t get enough of it. I came after 30 seconds of rubbing, and soaked the crotch of the pink pants I was wearing. My knees buckled, and I slumped to the floor shivering all over. My nipples were. She let out a loud gasp, looked me in the eye and smiled. I pulled and twisted them again. Another gasp followed.I had been with one other girl before Melissa. Nipple play was not on her agenda as she told me that it hurt and was not pleasurable. We explored each other’s body but in a simple way. We didn’t have sex, just fumbled.I was enjoying being dominant with her nipples, and I was glad that she let me touch them in this way. I had even taken my eyes off them and was now watching her face;. It was late summer 2010 and as usual in the “sultry” south, it was “hot as 40 Hells,” as we like to say down here. The pool party had happened spontaneously at Robert’s best friends house. His name is Lake, which I think is kind of a cool name for a guy. Lake was the football hero of their high school where Robert was the lacrosse champ. So all their friends were the jocks of the high school, the cheerleaders and their immediate friends. Lake’s parent’s were gone for the weekend and evidently. It was beautiful and yet ... distinctly alien. The curves of it seemed to match no architecture that I had ever seen, in pictures or drawings or life. The walls looked more like wings than something to keep away cold or wind, and beautiful eyes had been carved into every feather. The front door was a circular iris, which opened with a quiet hiss as I trudged towards it.The building’s interior was only slightly warmer than the exterior, and my breath still fogged as I looked around slowly. The.