I am not 21.”“I wont tell anyone. How old are you?” I smiled at her. Not to brag but I am a decent looking dude. 6’0” and muscular with dirt... blonde hair and hazel eyes. She smiled back.“I am 18.”“No you aren’t.” She turned red and looked down.”Tell me the truth and it will be our secret.”“I am 14,” she confessed.14! Holy shit how did she get in I wondered as I felt my betraying cock growing harder. There is nothing I like better than drunk naive teen pussy.“14! Wow you seem lots older. Did you. She sniggered at the accusatory and confused expressions and rubbed her hands. "You weren't going to get it on without my help, Josh and Adam are at his Nannas so you have peace and quiet. And I have prepared the perfect dish for you two."Lewis and Anna looked at each other and Maria passed Lewis the bottle of chilling champagne. "Off you go," she muttered and slid effortlessly out of the room."She. She crazy Lewis. Just like you."Lewis giggled as he tore of the foil to the bottle and looked at. Rather than timing my orgasm to hers - which would have been good - I wanted her orgasm to be hers alone. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it. Apparently, she knew what she was like. I heard muffled screams as her cunt tightened down on my cock. Her orgasm lasted a couple of minutes - then she relaxed.Still inside her, I began to stroke again. She stopped moving and whispered to me "Cum in my face! I want to taste you!" Again, I obliged her. I knelt down on the bed, straddling her. They treated me like a girl all the time I was growing up. I think they had rather hoped for a girl when they had me. There was some talk of seeing a specialist about it but that never happened. When I got older and in your gang, everyone assumed I was a girl, so I acted the tomboy. And now …”“So what about now? What are we going to do? I mean, we are clearly not going to have sex are we.”“There are things we can do. We can still have sex. Don’t worry. You will go home satisfied. I promise. Now.