I had always dreamed of having a three some. My mum had always scowled on things like that saying that it was ungodly and I needed to save myself for one man. But pleasing two at the same time made a wetness in my underwear that made me want to touch myself under my bed covers.
I was always told I needed to save myself for marriage. It was something that was ingrained in me for as long as I can remember and when I was 16 I met a boy who I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.
He was quite a contrast to me. Where I was small, blonde, straight long hair, petite yet full of curves to grab he was quite tall, dark, handsome, muscly and had gorgeous curly black hair. The kind that your fingers wanted to curl into and hold.
We both promised ourselves we would not do it until marriage, but we certainly explored. I enjoyed sucking his 12 inch cock until I could feel an explosion in my mouth and would often enjoy grinding against it, feeling it get hard beneath my underwear.