Those magazines drove to evenmore experimentation and wild masturbatory fantasies. Those magazines also did something far more important for me. T...ey freed me fromyears of self-loathing and shame. Like all young fetishists I felt that I was alone in theworld. That no one else alive had the same "sick" sexual interests that I did. I was the onlyboy in the entire universe that had a desire to dress in pink satin party dress and be a girl.Finding that "terrible, sinful awful, vile pornography". So did JanetConnie got us all some shots. I was naked, Janet was naked and Connie was in her bra and panties.We shared a few more shots and listened to the music. I was buzzed“Janet, want to make more?”“Maybe”I slid over behind Connie“Lick this pussy”Janet was stunned. Connie got a big grin“I’m not a lesbo”“500”Janet didn’t moveConnie slid off her bra, revealing her magnificent tits. She even shook them a little. Then her pantiesJanet didn’t move yetI pulled out the moneyConnie laid out on the. Again he came off my lips and went to my neck and then further down as he licked and sucked my nipples.Suddenly I was aware of someone else in the kitchen, it was Dave, he was a few years older than Terry, he turned my face to face him and then he kissed me. Around 30 seconds or so and Terry lifted up and turned me towards him, we started kissing as Dave bent down and licked my tingling nipples.As Terry and I were snogging Dave took me totally by surprised as I suddenly felt him stroking my. ”“Let ‘em stew on it. They want something we got.”“Ben’s dong juice,” Mandy giggled.“I’m just used as a sperm production unit.”Bink was in the back seat. She reached up to tickle my ear. “That means that tonight we do you really good, then tomorrow, we let it build up...”Mandy giggled, “ ... and the next day we get you a quart jar...”“Nope,” Bink snickered. “They still get the little cup. If you don’t want the rest, I do...”“Y’know, it’s just the idea of ‘im pumping into my mouth that gets me.