Since my holidays last year when Andrew showed me how to masturbate, I was it would seem, quite unable to go 24 hours without doing it at least once o... twice. One day when home alone, I was in my fathers shed with my cock in hand, ready to empty myself once more when I noticed this key sitting on a shelf. Curiosity got the better of me and I spent quite a while trying to find the lock that it fitted. Eventually under some tools in the corner I found a box that took the key perfectly. After. I felt the guy I was on get harder as I was licking his abs, so I started to unbutton his pants and when I pulled down his underwear I saw a nice big thick cock hard as a rock.I told all the guys, you better be as big as him! And I wrapped my lips around Mr. Big cock. It wasn't long until I was surrounded by his friends and their big hard dicks. It was like a dream come true. I sucked them for a bit until I stripped off my clothes and told them that I needed a cock in my pussy. They fucked me. The wheelchair was on its back, not far from where I had been sitting. I, though, was at least five feet away from the chair.Jessica was on her knees. Her hands wiped my tears from my face. She looked at me with great concern."What happened?"I just looked into her eyes, not knowing how to say it.She then asked, "You were overwhelmed, weren't you?"Almost imperceivably, I nodded."What was your..." she said and stopped, searching for the word, "trigger?"I knew it was Ken that had given her that. The western world in general, and the United States in particular, have a difficult sort of love/hate relationship with sex. Everybody loves sex, in whatever form. It’s hard to have a bad time having an orgasm. But the moral strictures western society have placed on sex make it a minefield through which every single person has to walk. Everyone knows that every teen will eventually explore becoming sexually active. Anyone who refuses to become sexually active is thought of as different, at.