My story is fiction. Or is it? My name is justice I am male. I was 16 years old when I had this experience. This story is about my girlfriend, her bes... friend Sassy, my best friend Armand and me. We were all 16 years old at the time. My girlfriends name is Sasha, she’s Spanish nice looking with average size tits with a beautiful body and nice black hairy pussy, Sassy lives on the same street as Sasha, She is a natural red head about 5’5” slender , Nice hand size tit’s and very pretty. Sasha and. She was so attractive. I almost started cumming when she came in. We sat cozied up eating our lunch on my loveseat. I felt so comfortable gabbing with her we just kept on moving ever so closer to each other. She mentioned how much was at her work so I asked if I could give her a nice back massage. Not being able to control myself, little by little my hands moved closer to her breasts and to my surprise, she started responding with ‘ that feels so good.’ I started kissing her neck ever so. I love the smallness of your hands, the neatness of each fingernail, the crease of your beautiful eyes as you wince at waking. You call me dear, or beautiful, as if it was as much my name as my birth certificate. Every time you do I feel my soul curl like a leaf in the blessing of light, and I reach for you, full point, to kiss the lips that spoke to me. You are a secretive man with no secrets. I know everything and nothing and sometimes I wonder why. I have seen you fall to the ground,. It was long and floppy and I couldn't see a single hair or even a hint of stubble on his balls or stomach. "I know." The meathead laughed; "Now get the fucker hard enough to fuck you." He then buried his face in my cleavage and pushed his hand between my legs before sliding a big fat finger inside my slit. I gasped at the brute force he used to finger me; but kept my control as I drunkenly played with his cock. We stayed like this for a minute or two until he told me to suck him.I bent forward.