I bury my face in the quilt. My clit is tingling. I can feel my orgasm building as he continues to hit me. Suddenly I feel the sharp sting of the p...umbing tool on my ass. The pain is focused, I know there are bright red stripes rising. He uses it on my back and shoulders too. Then, unexpectedly, I feel its sharp caress on my face. Not as hard as on my ass, but I feel it. It scares me, but it also increases my excitement. Suddenly the blows stop. He's switching gears. I don't know. "Sure."Jena removed the strap-on apparatus from my body and then tightened itover my head so that the dildo was over my mouth."On your back," she ordered with excitement. "I can't believe we areactually doing this!"She straddled my head and eased herself onto the large dildo. Soon shewas bouncing on the dildo, literally, before my eyes. After nearlytwenty minutes of screaming and moaning, Jena rolled off."Try kneeling by the bed."I knelt and she laid back and straddled my face. Her hands. As my fingers explored, I suspected I might be nurturing blossoms that a boy's fingers might bring to even juicier fruition. If I ever knew the right boy, I'd share those feelings lavishly without reserve. I wondered if I'd be able to divine which boys felt the way I did. Would I instantly recognise my counterpart?Three weeks into college I did.Frank was everything I wanted. And he wanted everything I yearned to give. My imagination had prepared wonders for him, and he, at his boys' school, was. I was wrong. I was foolish and looking for a little fun, and he was there. The thrill of what we were doing was exciting. The act itself, not so much. I cheated on you, I’m ashamed to say, more than once. It doesn’t change the way I feel for you, and I never went all the way with him.’ ‘I believe you honey. I do. It’s still very disturbing. Quite a contrast to what you were telling me earlier. It’s going to be very difficult to get past this.’ ‘No Paul! Don’t think that way. I made a mistake,.