This allowed me to cup her entire pussy with my hand and rub up and down. As I played with her pussy, her breathing got very heavy, and I could feel h...r pussy getting wet. I spread the lips of her pussy and gently started to slide my middle finger into her pussy. She jerked and clamped her legs shut, trapping my hand between her legs. “Oh God, Logan, that feels so good. It never felt like this when I did it to myself. Keep doing it.” She spread her legs again, and I started pumping my finger in. However, off to the right of the gate, nailed to a sapling, was the sign:?Backstage Pass?. Intriguing. Mysterious. Beside the sapling was a trail: narrow, overgrown, and covered with autumn leaves, but a discernible trail. Was this another way into the private property of the gate owner, a privileged opening into a special world buried deep in the rolling hardwood vales? Was the?pass? like a mountain pass, a gap in the ridges of land covered with forest that ran away from the bike trail on both. We would talk about sex and share stories and crack jokes about it. One day, in the sports period, Ashima, who was Shweta’s friend came to me and said that Shweta was looking for me and that she has gone towards the classrooms. I said okay and walked towards the classrooms from the ground.I found her near the stairs which lead to the newly constructed school building which was not open to students yet. She said follow me. And I followed her. She took me to the second floor in a new classroom. It took Kel a few strokes before my handsome stud had his dick fully lodged into my rectum. He started to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Man, your ass is tight!” he said with pleasure. Moans and groans were radiating from my mouth in response to the hurt so good assault. He would break the action and stingily hard slap my ass and then abruptly re-enter causing a loud grunt to escape my mouth. It took a few minutes, but soon there was enough moisture that it moved from pain to mild.