His touch is sometimes soft, sometimes ticklish, and other times meant to work out the stresses and strains of my day. He knows every inch of my body...by touch: the inside of my elbow, the indentation of my belly button, the crease where my butt meets my leg all the way down to the soft padding on the tip of my toes. There isn’t a square inch of flesh on my body he hasn’t touched or licked. All of his ministrations are not in vain. He does all of that nightly to prepare for his feast. . ...the last boy, the youngest at 10, the smallest, I thought would be the gentlest. I was wrong.he had me squat in the shower stall wall and he has my hair, spat and slapped my face, then as he was fucking my mouth, he was doing it so hard I couldn't breathe because of the way he was pressing his dick into my mouth, his tummy pressing my face in..."FUCK YOU SLUTTY BITCHY WHORE!" he said while he was squirting in my mouth...as they were starting to leave, I laid flat on the bathroom floor, legs. "I am nothing special. As a matter of fact, I don't understand what you would ever want with a girl like me." She said.Sighing, I leaned back against the lockers. This required a story that I was certain I did not want to tell in the middle of the crowded halls in our school (Can you say dope fiends? I knew that you could! ) "Can you come with me to a place that I know. It will give us a few minutes to talk privately. I need to let you know something about me. It will be hard to hear, and I. I stopped sucking and put my middle finger into her soaking wet pussy and stared hoping she would take me in her mouth.Our eyes met as her mouth stood open and my cock was at the entrance to hole between her lips. She was new to this I realized as she froze.“Can I?” she asked softly almost inaudibly as I managed to groan out, “God, yes please!” and with that her wet lips went from being wide open to being wrapped around the head of my dick. I thrust slowly forward, my cock gliding further and.