Irene was my bunk mate at Bible camp years ago. She had the perfect body, but I guess she was saving it for marriage much to my dismay. I just wanted a taste of that forbidden fruit. I always made suggestive comments, just testing the waters, but she always got super uncomfortable. It made me want her even more. I had to have her, but she was a prude in every way. I’d have to trick her, coax her… something! Turned out, she loved the communion grape juice, so I snuck some for her one rainy night and included a little something extra to help her relax. I wanted to start with a massage, even that was difficult. Eventually, I got her shirt off and there sat the creamiest, juiciest set of tits my teen eyes had looked at. She was easily a D cup and so young! I couldn’t believe it when I talked her out of her shorts. I saw the wet spot in her sweet white panties and I wanted to make it grow. I massaged her shoulders inching closer to her jubblies with every rub. She was like putty in the palm of my hands and she only struggled a little at first. How could I blame her? She was scared of a little teen lezzy fun, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me from tasting her delicious cunny. And boy was it tasty. She asked me what happened the next day…I didn’t tell her how good she was at eating pussy, but I think she knew. Bless her!
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