. It was mine!Wendy held me as I cried, my tears running to wet her cheeks as well. Eventually my sobs slowed to a sniffle, and Wendy wiped my face wi...h the sheet."Pete, if you want to get fucked by a boy, I don't mind as long as you love me," she whispered."If it ever happens," I whispered back, "Will you hold my hand?"She giggled. "Like when we got our ears done?"I giggled too. "Well yes, but you have to be naked!"The scene was suddenly in my mind, I was lying on my back, Wendy's hand on my. I had however; that momentary sensation when I felt my insides were being drawn out...my whole arse was a super sensitive erogenous zone.“Oh my God...Ohh...Ohh...Ohh” Fucks knows what kept me together.My body gave me one of the most stirring orgasms of my life because I was finally for the first time in my life: a sex object... I felt I was reduced to just being an arse being fucked...but in the end...It was my end...my tail pipe... it was my arse...my tender sensitive arse getting. But now I was aware of his presence behind me. I imagined if he was looking at me at all or not. When sometimes his book’s corner unknowingly pushed and probed my back, my heart skipped a beat as if it was his hand. But what happened one day changed everything or at least opened a door I would have never dared to open.One day during a lecture rahul was sitting behind me as usual and his pen fell over his desk and landed on my bench next to me. He reached out to fetch it and unknowingly his. ”My cunt was gushing as I evenly coated the top 6 inchesof it with my right hand cooling it down and workinginto a nice greasy glaze, I made sure there was anextra healthy dollop of jizz at the head!My left hand had easy access to the computer’s mouse soI could read some more of Tommy’s fantasies for myprimary stimulation.With my silent black friend fully lubed, I gentlyrubbed the head of Kong up and down my pussy lipsmaking them slippery before pushing it past theentrance. I.