'That was great.''Why do you hate me so much?' I said.'I don't hate you. I love you.''Liar. Look what you just did to me.''Oh God! The blood . . .' he... said, jumping up and dabbing my thighs with atissue.I went home and cried all night. My mother knewsomething was wrong but she couldn't worm it out of me.Despite my horror at what had happened, Icouldn't stop touching myself all that week. I was becoming an expert atorgasms. The trouble was that, every time I had one, I felt empty andunsatisfied.. The first time I did something sexual with another person I was about 16. And all I did was give him a hand job.I'm not well sexually experienced; but trying new things in sex is awesome. I've spoken to people who can't believe I'm not fond of someone going down on me or they can't understand why I've never done a 69. Simply because it doesn't appeal to me, just because you love it doesn't mean I will. My fun buddy, understands I'm very shy, and he does suggest things we can try and I may say. Not being from that section of society myself, the really posh totty was simply out of my class. It was the wannabe girls that made the richest pickings for me. Those were the girls I looked for. Every one of them had a soft, sweet pussy, and a small but significant proportion of those posh pussies could be made available to a good-looking young man, married or not, if he knew what buttons to press, and when and how to press them.I took care always to be that man; always clean, always dressed. " You wouldn't mind if that happened?" No, my handsome one. It will just add spice to our lives and keep us from getting sated with each other. Besides, I think that you wouldn't mind at all," Agni smirked at me.I reviewed in my mind the bevy of young girls which I had ogled earlier and felt my cock get a life of its own as I imagined the possibilities."So love, are you intrigued by the possibilities?" Agni asked as she reached under my kilt and wrapped her hand around my tumescent member. "You.