Even cooler, we had now squirted cum on each other’s faces and we haven’t even known each other 24 hours. I was shocked because a woman had never ...done that to me before but I was also amazingly turned on. My face was soaked from the girl facial. Greg rotated Coral so we could mutually watch each other. I worked on cleaning up my face as I had a lot of fluid covered on my face, and Alison recovered from her crippling orgasm. After I finished cleaning up, Alison said to me, “I want you to fuck me. I understood that this was not a normal relationship. I started noticing them more often and saw that they used to hug and kiss whenever they were not being noticed. Also i saw many times my uncle pressing my mom’s boobs and ass and she was mostly not wearing bras. I even heard once my aunty asking my mom why she was not wearing bras and she told her that recently she got allergic to cotton bras and the dermatologist asked her to avoid that for sometime.I knew this was a lie as i saw her. Despite my spiked hair and faded concert T-shirts, I was still very much a geek. Worse, in fact, I was a band geek. Everything I knew about sex, I learned from watching porn. It was a good substitute teacher for me, but I knew it couldn’t compare to the real thing. And while three years of college passed by without a single opportunity to get my geeky penis baptized, all of that was about to change.One day, as I was on my way to the marching field, I heard someone shouting loudly in the kitchen. Her hand in my hair, mine on her thighs, her nails in my scalp, mine in her legs, I spread her vagina wide with my tongue. I rocked her, I shook her, I licked her. She trembled, her legs knocking against my head, from cold or from pleasure. She gyrated, her pelvis scraping across my nose, from utter joy. "Oh, fuck me! Oh, FUCK ME," she started to scream over the sound of the crowd outside, "please, fuck me now!" She took me by the hair, rolled over with her forearms to the cold locker room.