Then I parted her slit with my nose and inhaled the smell of her wet vagina. The musky odor seemed to drive me mad as my tongue started assaulting her...cunt and at the same time I inserted a finger deep into her cunt and started moving it around. She was getting so excited that she started thrashing about. I inserted a finger into her pussy which was fully wet by now and began to finger fuck her vigorously. I was moving my finger in and out and sideways, almost all the possible directions. I was. Still with my back tothe door, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and tuggeddownward, freeing my hardening cock in the process as I removed myunderwear.I turned round, to see her standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded;her face frozen in terror."Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. "You okay?" Oh fuck," she whispered, her gaze locked on my cock."Too fast? I thought..." No. Well, yes. But, no. Oh fuck. I'm sorry." She sat on the edge of thebed; arms folded protectively across her. Hands fondled my balls. I too explored their pricks and balls. The three of us wanked each other. Naturally I thought I’d come first so I was surprised when the man I pumped emptied his load over my cock as his mate masturbated me. The splatter of hot cum excited me even more. My prick pulsed. The man holding me directed my white spray over his mate. They let me go and I slowly ambled further along the corridor, pausing in doorways, looking at the activities on display. I turned the corner and. At school I liked sports, roughhousing, and teasing girls. On the other hand, mother hated masculine aggressiveness. So at home I was more girlish. I played the piano, did housework, and spent hours with mother -- brushing her hair, polishing her nails, and helping her in and out of her high heels. It was so confusing. I wanted to be like other boys. And I wanted to please mother. But it seemed I couldn't do both.From time to time mother would coax me into wearing lipstick, rouge, and eye.