I would drive up to the love nest two or three times a week, usually in the daytime when Ray had more time. Stopping all night was difficult for him b...cause he was married. My training was working, and Ray was now making me orgasm regularly.However, he was now wanting to fuck my bum, and anal was a big hang-up for me. He never tried to force the issue, but he always asked. It was something I had never done, and I wasn't going to start now.The sex got better, more regular, and I was even having. (Of course, now I know what it is, but at the time I had just turned 11, and that was my pee-pee.) Now at school I heard kids talk about our special place down there and Mom had told me once that no one was allowed to touch that but me when I went to the bathroom. Watching her touch hers made me very curious.I just stood there, peering, with my face as close as I dared to get it, looking in through the crack of the door. Mom was moaning and making all kinds of sounds. I watched as she stopped. I picked up a black dong, modeled supposedly on some black guy, an impossible length and girth to accommodate, but laughable as it had been cored out to accommodate a mans cock, how he could keep this monster attached as he serviced the wench in need. It made me smile, an act that was observed by the surrounding men, who noticed my deft caressing of this phallic piece of fuckware, my fingers gliding over its knobbly veinous surface, and as I squeezed its bulbous head, the little slit on the top. “Shhhh, don’t worry, it will feel nice” he said, whilst his finger was slowly thumping against my opening.It slightly started to open up and embrace his finger.Every time he moved back and forth he went inside me deeper and deeper.He smiled and said; “My sweet virgin kitten”, whilst his finger stroked my unbroken hymen.On that specific day he decided not to break it, but the feeling of the untouched hymen against his finger excited him so much that he instantly shot a huge load into my mouth.He.