I left the cubical a changed little girl, the magazine stuffed down behind the pan, my nipples and vulva, coated and smeared, such was my curiosity, a...nd I am sure the man who's sperm coated my most intimate of body parts, would have thrilled if he knew, what I did behind the locked door.It was seven years later, at fifteen, when my body screamed out daily for contact. Every morning I woke wet, and every morning I whacked a quick orgasm, for me it was easy, I had a good imagination, watched tons. "Are you ready to be fucked?" he whispered. "To be pleasured like never before?"Sharon nodded in silence as she felt fingers begin to rub her clitoris."Say it out loud," he said, "Let's all hear what you want."She could feel that his hard cock must have begun to ooze pre-cum as she gyrated up against it. The warm sticky sensation of a man's ejaculate was at least familiar to her. Horny though she was, she was still going to tease these men. An aroused and excited man can be a dangerous thing. I tried to muffle my groan with my upper arm, but it was loud enough to signal to her that I was about to come. She whipped her mouth off of me, her teeth briefly pinching the tip. Instantly she squeezed the shaft of my cock in her hand and placed her thumb over the hole, locking in my cum. She started licking me, dragging that stud up along the skin of my cock, from base to tip. She did this over and over, simulating my orgasm, but not allowing my cum to escape. When she finally did, I was. Underneath he could make out a pink cotton T-shirt that was filled out nicely, revealing the outline of perfectly proportioned breasts. Instead of a short skirt she wore faded jeans, the bottom of which terminated in a pair of tired well-used Reeboks with frayed laces."Hellooo," she said, still holding out her hand but spreading her finger to emphasise her meaning."Sorry. Miles away," Dave replied, progressing from dork to dreamer. His hand moved to meet hers: fingers touching, entwining,.