Then I received a text from Nick...'5.15 at the garage. Don't be late.'I was going to decline but It occurred to me that I had an opportunity for a pe...rsonal first. Three cocks in descending size, all beautiful, all mine to swallow. I made my way to Nick's garage. It was a class contrast and I loved it. I was kneeling on the garage floor in the dark like a servant when Nick raised the door and unbuckled his jeans. “I fucking need this.” he exclaimed as he pushed his jeans down. I licked my lips. I begged, Please Zoey, finger me. I need to come so badly. You want me to fuck you? she pushed, knowing I hate swearing and almost never use the f word. Yes, please, I whimpered, my body writhing around like a newly caught fish. Yes, what? she teased, pushing me. Frustrated and only focusing on the pleasure I so badly wanted, needed and craved, I gave in. Yes, dammit, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt. I never used the c word…ever…but there it was out in the open in my desperation to reach orgasmic. At 14 I was a 32B. Not large, but not small for my size. I was on the JV cheerleading squad at my high school.My soon best friend Quita lived next door to me and she was a year older than me in age and grade. I was a freshman. Her and her family was black, but being military, it didn’t really matter who my friends were to me.One night before the Christmas break she asked if I could stay the night and my parents were always really cool about it so it was no problem. Only thing different. Her mother, Eleanor, had beautiful auburn hair that fell in waves down past her shoulders. She had gorgeous green eyes, full pouty lips, a tiny waist, and huge tits that she told everyone were natural, but had really been bought by her husband.Her older brother, Timothy, was a nearly carbon copy of her father. His hair was a few shades closer to brown and his eyes were hazel colored, but other than that, they looked exactly the same.Her sister, Christina, had blonde hair, unlike anyone else in.