He pulled off his boxers. My eyes grew wide. It had to be twice my fiance's thickness and at least 9 inches long, half erect, half dangling like a mas...ive man sausage. I wanted it inside me. Immediately! My body was beyond ready to experience that.I rolled over onto my back and lay with my legs spread. Then it was like some deeply repressed part of me emerged and said "Why don't you find out how tight I really am. I need some massaging, from the inside. I'm so wet Tony, I want to feel you. I like that word better and if you want to pull up your top please do . . . go right ahead." And she did. Not interrupting her Daddy's fondling . . . she slowly lifted up her top. All four eyes . . . hers and his . . . inspected her teen breasts. He continued to circle her small firm mounds and they both noticed her hard nipples sticking straight up in the center. "How does this feel kitten?" he asked as his circles began to get closer and closer to the buds that had begun to grow so stiff. Her. He would grind up against me and complain about how I'd won again with his mouth open in a very wanton smile, braces shining. We were both the same age and liked the same stuff, as far as I could tell. Especially our wrestling. But, as young as we were and, as confused as I was, I didn't know what more to do. Stephen crossed that bridge by asking me one day, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Of course I had, and more. I said, "No." "Then, maybe we could practice - with each other,". The buxom matriarch Anita would ensure I messed the sheets.“You are going to look lovely in your new dress tomorrow, and you’ll see how a male can really submit to a woman. But for now we’ll just see you mess in honour of a woman’s lowest point, and then enjoy your tears once more. You are worthless, and I can’t wait till Elaine gives you up to me.” The thought of my glorious humiliation the next day, the mystery of Anita’s threats and the teasing strokes from the other women were all too much.