So I was sitting there with this white stuff in my hand. And figured what the hell and I licked all the white stuff out of my hand. It tasted all ri...ght I guess. I kept surfing the web looking for how to masturbate and I learned what it was to orgasm or cum, and that my penis can be called cock. I came a few more times in my hands while looking at pictures of girls and licked it all up. I came to like the taste of my own cum. What I didn’t know was that the rest of the guys in the hot. He wished he could watch her, wished he could see himself being taken by those soft red lips. She circled the head of his cock with slow, wet strokes and then started sucking and playing with just the tip whilst her hands ran up and down his now wet shaft. Between her persistent mouth, her loving hands and the relentless feeling from the butt plug the whole lower part of his body was ablaze with sensation. He couldn’t keep still any longer and was starting to buck his hips, desperate to. The final ones had gotten in so close that I could see her cherry was still mostly covering her vagina with only two small holes in it.“Damn it I thought the girls all said you were cool! You have a fucking boner from looking at the pictures they took of me! Asshole! Give me my phone back you dick,” she yelled at me with tears rolling down her face.Standing up on the chair, to get me at eye level with her, I yelled back, “I am a fourteen year old boy that a girl pulled into a service hallway,. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare to get her more riled. SMACK, SMACK! She continued slapping my ass without missing a beat, but I couldn’t help reminding her: “You can smack my ass, and you can smack your lips, but you can’t smack your slap." And with that I turned over and grabbed the hot, hairy slip of the dripping slap between her thighs. My fingers savored her juices, glistening in the dark underbrush growing over her.