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face has shown her eagerness, so he’d pulled his t-shirt over his head showing off his well-toned, tanned muscular chest.
    She licked her lips as her eyes explored him, stopping at the zipper.
    Again he spoke, his eyes not missing her actions at all. “How old are you?” he asked in a rough, low voice.
    “Sixteen.”
    “A bit young, but you will not mind if we play, will you?” He leaned closer to her with a devilish smile, her insides twirling with excitement.
    She shook her head, not sure what to say, or even what he meant. Her body quivered. Her eyes were still fixed on him, watching as he stood, unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans slowly, his eyes watching her every move. When her tongue ran over her dry lips, he started stripping in front of her.
    “Sweet Jesus…” was the only thing that came out of her mouth. She had never seen anything like it. A thick, long erect member with a glossy tip jutted out and greeted her.
    He chuckled. “Come here. Touch me,” he demanded, and she crawled to him without a second thought, lifted a trembling finger and touched the length of his shaft; it felt like velvet. She grinned wickedly. With greater eagerness, she wrapped her hand around him and told him how beautiful he was. He thanked her. That night, he coaxed her into touching him as he liked it, and she loved it. Going down on him, he moaned, and when she saw the reaction on his face, she’d felt powerful, grinning at him.
    He held her head and told her what to do with her hand and her mouth. She was a typical teenager; curious, eager and full of energy. His taste had been exquisite on her lips, better than any fine wine.
    He had just dressed when her parents walked into the house; they drank coffee and went to bed. Sandra kept thinking of the feel of him in her mouth and it was exhilarating. She wished she could have had more as sleep evaded her.
    When the house was quiet and her parents in bed for the night, she heard her door open and Robert walked in, whispering, “Are you awake?” She replied with keenness, “Yes.” Her heart skipped a few beats.
    “Good, now it is my turn.”
    He only had his boxers on, his body highlighted in the moonlight as she watched him amble closer to her.
    He pulled the covers off, removed her panties, and opened her legs. Her eyes never left him. He grinned as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and knelt down. She felt exposed, but in a good way, and the next instant, he went down on her.
    “I have never had a virgin before,” he said softly, just before he drove his mouth deep into her innermost private parts.
    She thought she’d died and gone to heaven at that moment. From that night on for the next week, he would come into her room, teaching her, and coaxing her into oral sex. She learned his body and he learned hers; she simply couldn’t get enough. After that, he visited often, always introducing her to more pleasure. He always stuck to oral sex until she turned eighteen.
    That night, after a party that Robert attended, he brought a friend along to meet her. They had a threesome, a threesome so intoxicating that to this day, she could not forget or ever get enough of. That friend became her husband, Jason Anthony. Robert introduced them to more people, people who opened doors for them, and because of this, they were now extremely wealthy.
    Sandra and Robert’s relationship continued for many years, until he passed away five years ago. To this day, she missed him because she’d learned to care for him over the years. He had been more than a friend, one who had changed her life profoundly.
    She and her husband had continued with this lifestyle―it was the only thing she knew. She had no idea what ordinary couples were doing, or how they managed to stay together. But she knew that it woul d never appeal to her.
    Even their sons had joined in their business, and she would get such a thrill watching them as their young bodies experimented. They were learning to become