His family moved into a new house down the block the summer after third grade. I was a tomboy. I loved to ride my bike to the schoolyard to play on ...he swings, seesaws, and sliding board with the neighborhood boys. Sometimes, we'd play cowboys and Indians on the vacant lots in our development. Nobody thought anything of it a – me, a girl, playing with a bunch of boys. We were kids. I didn't care about the differences between a boy's body and mine. I knew they could stand up to pee, and I. You walk behind me and get something off the dresser. Next you tell me to turn my feet inwards and to bend at the waist until my upper body is parallel with the floor. You lube my asshole with what feel like very cold lube. You tell me to relax grab the weights hanging from the ball stretcher and begin to insert a medium sized butt plug into my tight ass. I know this will help prepare me for what is to come later. You tell me how much you are looking forward to fucking my ass with your strap-on. Adam shuddered as he felt the girls fingers closing around the pulsing hardness of his fully erected penis. As he looked down the university professor could see the girl as she began to rub the wetly lubricated tip with her thumb and forefinger, and then enchantingly she moved the swollen cock-head until it touched her lips. Then with a sudden gasp her mouth opened wide. Instantly, unable to control himself a second longer, Adam flicked his hips forward, sliding the full length of his. He pushed forward and felt his mother’s pussy swallow an inch of his cock. If he closed his eyes he could believe he was sliding into the tight cunt of a teenager, but he didn’t want to close his eyes. He stared at his mother, at her heaving chest and her face twisted with passion. He soaked in the vision of her form held snugly in that vivid white wedding gown, of her legs in those stockings, the sight of her pussy spreading around his fat cock. He pulled back, thrust in harder, sinking half.