He takes me to the hotel down the street. Something a whore would take her "Jon" to. But, right now I don't really care. We get to our room, and i... have began to feel his cock growing in his pants, I bend down to undo his pants and pull his very long member out of his pnats. I think I have died and went to heaven. Can I take this all into my throat?? I begin to suck on him and it grows even more with a nice curve. I can feel my pussy gasping at the thought of being fucked by this.I reach. Her nipples were dark, and her aureola were almost two inches across. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth and began to gently nibble and suck it. This caused her to moan even more. She laid back as I went from sucking on nipple to the other. My hand was rubbing gently over her belly, each time getting closer and closer to the button on her jeans.I let my hand rest with the button of her jeans in my fingers as I quickly began flicking my tongue over her nipples which were now hard. ..the one to instigate contact whenever I would go out among the bushes to meet a man. I was not that discriminating; I was driven by the urges of youth and didn't think of anything other than how to get off.As it so happens there was one chance meeting that led to a few months of passion. He was a little older, probably in his twenties, out running with his handsome shepherd always at his side. I had seen him often at the local spot, but he never seemed interested in a skinny little teenage. We had been paired off by the instructor, and told to practice just getting the balls back over the net. My hitting partner was a young guy like myself, and not someone who looked very fit or coordinated. Even so, he was faring far better than I was. He would hit to me, and I'd swing and hit it or miss it completely. When I did make contact, who knew where the damn ball would go. Not me, obviously. I was getting pissed off, and already regretted having signed up for the class.Jimmy, would you.