In a slow, almost innocent way, we also became physically involved with each other. Shortly after I turned 15 (Mike was about 13 at the time), we star...ted having full-blown sex. But that is another story... Although Mike and I enjoyed each other, we each had our eyes on girls, too. We would often talk about them, even at the end of one of our steamy afternoons together. (ESPECIALLY then! It always seemed like having sex with each other just made us even hornier.) There was a neighborhood girl. Her legs quaked and she leaned back against the snooker table, raising one leg and circling it around my neck to open the access for my tongue. I nibbled and sucked her protruding inner labia, drawing the tip of my tongue across her engorged clit. Tremors of delight coursed through her. I lifted her by her single thigh until she fell across the table on her back, raising her other leg to my shoulder in the process. Now her lotus blossom was mine to enjoy. I gave her a silent command to. I interrupted, brashly, "But what if you and all your men actually enjoyed spilling your cum onto my ass, breeding me and watching it all ooze out of me, pushing your seeds further and deeper into me with each eager thrust from the line of cocks you've assembled. Would you want to end my life, or pass me around every day, whenever you snap your fingers? To have a slave to do with whatever sexual act you please, regardless of the depths of depravity to which you stoop. If this was fun, and if. Get my pussy good, Mark. Get some good shots," she called back to me."Oh, Sarah, don't worry, you're sure beautiful from behind like this," I told her. With that, Michelle whipped off her bottoms and turned to expose her pussy in the same way."How about mine, little brother. Like my pussy, too?" It's beautiful, too, Michelle, really pretty," I told her as I took more pictures.Sarah was now on the bed, legs spread wide, telling me, "Get close, I can spread it open if you want," as I knelt down.