" Gently he reaches out his hand and with his knuckle caresses the outline of my ankle bone where the waterfall crashes down on to some rocks. A deep ...shiver travels down my spine. "This area is very, very sensitive. It had to have been incredibly painful for you." Without thought to what I'm saying, I reply, "I can take pain." His smile drops altogether and his eyes widen. He looks up at me pensively. Slowly his tongue wets his bottom lip before he speaks again. "I like that." Once again my. My mother was grateful for Brock having rescued me but she felt I should be seeing boys who had rich fathers. My father felt that I should be dating someone who would increase our market share, not someone whose parents couldn't afford a club membership.Brock walked me home and waited on the corner until I was inside the house before going home. The next day after school we returned to Brock's house and he spent hours making me cum over and over again with just his mouth. He told me he had. I had managed to make him cum without risking pregnancy. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as he emptied a large volume of semen. Suddenly I caught a unique scent; one that I had never experienced before. I cannot describe it other than to say it was pleasant and I liked it. I knew right away I was smelling the faint aroma of Don's semen. The warm sperm on my stomach and the erotic aroma of his sperm aroused me, and pushed me over the edge. I felt my vagina spasm, and contract, as my climax. The look in their eyes; happy surprise. A second big whipping load bolted and sailed from my cock over cheek to cheek. Then a few final spurts ejaculated gods know where. I was male euphoric. But I saw the evidence of our combined lust. Blobs, globs and matted clumps of jizz splattered on their faces, caught in their hair, being licked off their hands, lapped and shared with their tongues and then they took turns siphoning the dregs from the base of my cock tube to its knob. Every last cum.