It was like I was trying to get my tongue up to taste his actual shit, not just the lingering taste of it. I needn't have worried; I would get to tast...e the real stuff in due time.He finally got off of my face. He moved down the bed in between my legs. "Are you finally ready to try a real cock instead of your dildos?"Oh, God, was I! I was dying to get fucked! He reached down to the floor and grabbed a small packet of lube from his pants pockets. He grabbed my legs and lifted them. I caught on. I had the best, rarest, and most useful potions around for two reasons. First I had been doing this for a long time, I was the most established buyer of crafting materials at a good price and the most experienced crafter of potions. Second and more importantly I had come up with a lot of my best selling potions myself, you couldn't get them from anywhere but my shop because I was the only one who made them. I never grew up with much and my potion business even before it was a stall and before. It had always been something Steve had joked about with his mates. Virgin sex on a Saturday night. Huh Men!“We’ll manage to get it in, don’t worry about that” said Jenny and used two fingers to part my lips. An inch lower and the head was at my entrance, it was huge and the girls moved in to hold me steady, another inch lower and I felt it slide inside past the initial tightness. Two or three more inches and I let out an involuntary moan as the dildo opened me up and seemed to slide. I went home that night and thought. The club after that was shut down and ‘The Circle of Friends’ moved elsewhere. I never really heard from Draven and the crew since that night. I was now submerged in a world of work and art. I had to keep busy for fear if I stopped I’d slip away into depression thinking about all that I lost. Time once again past me by. I once again was anti social and I regret it, I missed out on a lot of great things. Friends, great girls and parties. I’m now 25 and it’s.