We studied, hung out at the shopping mall mainly with Jane telling me about the guys she was dating and me just giggling to her stories, for me it was...all harmless fun and something to pass the time in between my studies and practicing my religionUntil that one day when my parents told me they were heading off to Birmingham on an emergency as my uncle had fallen seriously ill and Jane finding out that I was alone in the house asked me to come to her place for a sleepover as her house was empty. Over her shoulder I glanced at Karen and saw her hand underneath her miniskirt and moving around. “My, what do have here,” Anita said, grabbing my cock and dragging it free from my jocks. I meekly protested, looked over to Karen and saw her eyes transfixed on my dick, face flushed and hand between her legs. “Your turn .” Anita said and waggled her finger towards Karen and walked back to her chair. I stood there and we both looked at Karen, her face beetroot. You could see the emotions at. It was part every clear liquor in the cabinet, part Blue Curraco (for color) and a dash of soda to slightly temper its proof percentage. After two drinks, everyone was feeling pretty good, by the time we’d hit four, we were numb. I don’t remember if anyone had a fifth. Afterwards, none of us were fit to drive, including me, so we’d called a cab to escort us home. I was the last one on the route. The driver, Beelzebub, as I affectionately penned him, seemed overly grateful to be finished with. The dirty bastard gave me a taste for riding roughshot, but I hadn't met anyone after him who was into it.I'd wanked myself off a few times at the thought of being bundled into the back of a works van by a couple of builders, taken to a deserted outbuilding where they would take turns to give my cuntyhole a good poking with their big fat cocks. I hadn't had a good shag for about a year by the time I saw the shed for the first time. I was so horny that even my arse hole was gagging. I wanted to.