Wendy knocked over a hatbox and out rolled two very life-like penises. We both screamed as the dick's rolled into view, then looking at the expression...on our faces; we just started laughing until we cried.Wendy was the first to touch "IT" and she squealed like she had picked up a live eel or something. That set us off again and we laughed until our side hurt. I grabbed the other and challenged her to a duel. Wendy hefted her fake penis and the challenge was answered. Wendy and I crossed. Her hand and finger movements, so delicately placed, moved with grace and purpose. Spreading my tender folds of wetness to reveal a deeper pond waiting, all I could do... wanted to do, was give myself to her! She massaged my pussy with the same deliberateness she had ministered to me while elevating me to this place. Like the first flicker by her tongue on my nipple that seemed an eternity ago, her fingers danced around my puffed-up clit. The wetness from within provided all the lubrication. As soon as I did that he savagely started to fuck my young ass. And oddly enough the harder he did that, the more I started to enjoy it. Soon his body tightened. He let out an almighty roar and unloaded his nut over my back. Meanly laughing at me as he walked away. I had been viciously and roughly used. And I had actually liked it. But this treatment was probably what led me to this second gay experience years later. I was roaming the countryside on my own. After I had taken care of my uncle's. Closer and closer then suddenly his breath was on my face. He leant in and I couldn’t breathe…suddenly I felt his lips brush against my cheek. He pulled away and in the gloom I could see him heading to the fire. It was just a pile of smoldering logs but as he added more wood the glow began to grow and soon the room was lit by the warm light of the fire. I could not understand what had happened. Still we did not talk as I took in the sight of him in the firelight. I immediately took a breath.