"Hey yeah ... Kim ... give the guy a hand." Jenny said, laughing."You have GOT to k**ding!" I turned to Jenny and protested. While I was distracted by...Jenny's ludicrous suggestion, the guy put is hand on my left wrist and swiftly guided my hand to his lap, and the next thing I knew, I was holding a rather large, and extremely hard, cock."That's it baby ... stroke it ... just like this." He said and he placed his hand over mine, squeezed tight, and started moving my hand up and down his shaft.I. We were holding hands but somehow, my hand got pulled toward Sharons' pussy.There i was, in the back seat of a taxi struggling, as sensually as a could, to get my hand inside Sharons knickers. I had never really felt another pussy before, but i was sure i was doing it right as she was dripping. Leaning across the backseat, I went for another kiss. I knew then that I was going to fuck her.We paid off the taxi and got Sharons' front door. As she put the key in, i had to reach around to feel her. They didn’t get much more opportunities to enjoy me at school. Even though they kissed me in the corridors, squeezed me inside the class. Stripped me in the bathroom. Made me piss in front of them. I too liked the company of then. This went on for Friday and the next Saturday came.As usual Susan invited me to her home. I was sure that they were eagerly waiting for that. Susan came and picked me from my home . Susan vas a role model for all students. So my aunt was happy to sent me with her. I. A little fear held me back though as he had created a new reality for himself first and foremost as well as for me. But the same must have happened to him too because the visits became less and less regular which was a relief to me.And then came the evening when he announced that he was getting married - the following week - to a nice Turkish girl. He tried to explain that the cultural differences between us were difficult whereas this girl had been brought up within the culture and would do by.