Otto didn’t need any more of an invitation and moved in behind me. I was flowing so much that he slid all the inside me in motion. Feeling his sac h...t against my bud, I knew he was all the way inside and he felt so good. I pushed back on him and felt his tool pressing against my insides. I wiggled my butt, causing his tool to press against one side of my inner self and then the other. His hands grabbed onto my hips and Otto began to pump his tool in and out of me. It only took a couple dozen. He had of course heard adults and older kids use the word “fuck,” but unlike most kids his age he knew exactly what that word meant. He knew that what happened to a man’s penis was an erection, and that it was also called a hard-on, a boner, or a stiffy. He knew that a girl didn’t have a penis, a dick, a cock, a prick but instead had a vagina, or pussy, or cunt. He wasn’t sure why some of the women had hair on the pussy and others didn’t; maybe it was just like some were blonde and some were. She was in her very late 40s, petite, with bottle blonde hair and a wardrobe that screamed 'mutton dressed as lamb'. She was from the North, with a very broad accent, and earned very good money in public health. Out of her clothes, she wasn't bad for the mileage. Slim, with just a bit of sag in her small breasts, belly and bum, she was heavily tanned. Her only white bit was just barely bigger than the wiry triangle of hair perched above her regularly waxed snatch. I may only have been 24. The blonde was Amy, the redhead was Jessica, the brunette was Diana, and the girl with the mohawk was self-named Star.When Amy introduced me to Jess, she smiled, no longer masturbating. When she introduced me to Star, the blue-haired girl turned around and faced me, showing off her gorgeous tits and pulling a large carrot in and out of her pussy while stroking her clit with her free hand.The other girls cheered. "All right Star! Woo-hooh!" etc.Star pulled the carrot out of herself and handed.