A regular erection that any fourteen-year old boy gets every minute or so."Oh, sorry, Paula." Mmm, well, that's okay. It's cute." Well, I didn't mean ...o." Is it hard? Can I feel it?"Okay, I'm a teenage boy. What do you think my answer was? Right.So, she reached down and held my dick in her hand, the first time she had ever touched it. She seemed to know enough to start going back and forth making me hard as a rock."You look like you like me doing this, Marty." Oh, it does feel good. Really. Swirling my tongue around the head, I hear him moan. I start to mouth fuck his hard cock harder and hader. I had to stop before he cum because I did not want it wasted in my mouth. I feel him lean back and hear him say.. "I am so close, don't stop". With that, I did stop. I stood up and lifted my dress and turned with my back to him. I took his hard cock in my hand and lowered my ass down so that I could slide it in my wet pussy. Randy was 8 inches hard, and sitting on it like that took some. Rebecca had nailed me. Aside from work, I had putall my efforts into developing Sara's look. I hadn't reached out toanyone, and hadn't even been good at letting people reach out to me.Now, I was beginning to see how that self-centeredness might even costme Rebecca. With her I was like a puppy dog, submissive, constantlyseeking approval and doing whatever it took to get it. Sara wasn'treally like Michael at all. Michael wasn't tentative or submissive; hewas assertive. He used his intellect. My left hand moved up to Betty's right breast and I followed her lead in pinching and pulling on her nipple and she moaned. Betty's right hand came off the mouse, placing it on the back of my head and pulling my head toward her pussy."Eat me out and make me cum!" Betty almost screamed.I had not heard that phrase since the seventies and as my mouth came into contact with her pussy, I drove my tongue in as far as I could. Betty's pussy was as tasty and sweet as I moved my tongue up to her clit..