It hurt, too. Later that summer, two of my friends, two boys a little older than I was, we played games, fascinated with each other's bodies, and they...put their things in me, their members, oh ten or twelve times I think, maybe more. It was exciting. I still dream about them. But they were small, the size of your little finger perhaps." And now, how old are you?" I'll be eighteen next month," she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand and sniffing again, tugging at my heart. "Most of. .. come. I had an orgasm and I didn’t even touch myself.” “Yes Hazel, I did notice,” I laughed, “I did tell you they were a good release didn’t I?” Hazel looked shocked. “Oh I’m sorry Mike. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry.” “There’s no need to apologise Hazel. We all have our needs, even you,” I said with a smile. Immediately Hazel started to laugh as I borrowed her comment from when she’d caught me. Nothing else happened that afternoon but before she left, Hazel asked me if I’d. “ So, are you looking for fun or are you just going to stare at me?” she asked him“ No, I’m gonna fuck you.” He said“ Oh, is that right. Well that costs money. How much you got?” she questioned“ For you I’ve got enough.” He told her, handing over a twenty.“ Ok baby, lets step in to the alley and you can nail me over the boxes back there.” she told him.They walked into the alley and the whore lifted her skirt, she had no panties on. Justin grabbed her by the pussy lips a squeezed them tell she. She could slip it into herself a little and work it around and it also worked quite nicely on her little clittie. She didn’t have a huge lot to fantasize about but she made do with what she had.Napoleon was never a threat to her when self pleasuring herself until the one day a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday. She was, like always, all alone and lying flat on her back on her queen size bed and wishing she had someone to help her with the hundred year itch that she so badly needed.