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I was embarrassed to tell Mrs. Ferguson that I'd never had a date, except with her sweet pussy. She guessed.

"Donny, some of the girls who can't talk to their parents or their teachers come down to the custodian's office and ask me for advice."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Oh yeah. Just last week a girl came in and told me that she was ready for sex but she didn't think any of the guys at school were worth it."

"What did you suggest?"

"I told her that she'd never find a lover as good as Donny Mueller. Do you know Cindy Matthews?"

I nearly died right there. "Umm, yeah, I know her. I doubt she'd look twice at me."

"Oh, I'm positive that she'd more than look at you. I'm pretty sure that she'd let you fuck her, eat her pussy and you might even get a blowjob. I'll talk to her."

Even though I was lying between Mrs. Ferguson's legs, I blushed. "Cindy Matthews?"

"There's a big dance coming up. You should ask her and then afterwards you two can come over here and I'll make myself scarce."

I was hesitant, but another hour with my tongue in Mrs. Ferguson's pussy convinced me. "Donny, I'll bet Cindy's pussy is even tastier than mine. Young, fresh, sweet. What's the worst that could happen?"

Cindy Matthews looked stunning when I picked her up for the dance. Her dress showed off a lot of those titties that I'd jerked off to numerous times.

I, on the other hand, was wearing a suit that didn't fit quite right. Nothing fit my body quite right.

Cindy insisted on dancing even though I didn't really know how. She grinded against me. "Donny, I'm so glad you asked me. I think you're happy about it, too." She whispered, "I feel how excited you are. I can't wait to feel more."

"Ummm, are you sure?"

"Oh, I am, Donny. I don't want to be virgin when I wake up tomorrow morning. I have a key to Mrs. Ferguson's house. She said you'd be good to me." She smiled. "I'm ready to leave anytime."

When we got to Mrs. Ferguson's: "Donny, I need to get out of this dress. Give me a few minutes, but I hope when I come out of the bathroom you're waiting in Mrs. Ferguson's bed. I understand you're very familiar with her bed," she giggled.

Could Cindy Matthews, the girl of my dreams, been any more obvious? What did Mrs. Ferguson tell her? Apparently everything.

I undressed and was waiting in bed, under the covers, when she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing nothing.

That's right, Cindy Matthews came to bed with me naked. It was like one my fantasies when I was jerking off.

My eyes almost popped out of my head, and my cock was already hard. "Cindy, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Donny. Mrs. Ferguson told me that I should be clear in my intentions. Instead of getting under the covers, Cindy knelt over me; over my face. Those tits in my face. They were every bit as beautiful as I'd fantasized.

They were the first tits I enjoyed. For the rest of my life, I compared every woman to Cindy Matthews' tits. None measured up. You may have

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