I was even being relatively more social in isolation than I normally was. Everything was fine. I didn’t mind my own company and there was plenty to ...atch and read. But every now and then the same thought popped into my head: Cock! A long soft full cock becoming firmer and firmer and entering my wet mouth! I could almost sense the volume of a cock in my mouth, a little nervous gag and a gush of warm spunk… I was hostage to my desire.I carried on distracting my self and tinkered with my partition. After some fucking Jane was enjoying it. She made Jane cum. After that night they would use strapons and fuck each other. Emma one day proposed that they should try out a real cock, this made Jane question her alot, but Emma said since we use strapon what difference does it make. She finally convinced Jane to have sex with a man. Emma told her she knew a guy. One night Emma tied up Jane and fucked her with a strap on. Emma was fucking her and saying "Do you want a real cock? huh slut do you. Show me what you’ve got!”I arched my back and slid off my trousers. There was no hiding the obvious attraction at this point. Rachel bit down on her lower lip and pulled herself in closer to where I sat on the bed, her eyes darting between my own and my crotch.I fell back on the bed, on my back, as Rachel pushed her way between my legs, her long black hair framing a determined look.Her hand found its way on to my crotch.“Oh my!” she exclaimed, as she felt my erection through the cotton fabric. I could smell the beer from him and stale sweat, but somehow on the bleak night as the rain fell, I was being comforted, and as he pulled me to him, my hands were against his cock, he had forgotten to put himself back into his pants, and now I was touching it, and he did not notice I was doing it. He was a big man, over six foot, whereas I was 5′ 6′, with short cropped blond hair, dressed in an anorak, under which I just wore a cut t-shirt to just under my poor excuse for breasts. ‘You OK’, he.