Looking back on my first wet dream the vision of a naked woman with a penis was puzzling.In later dreams, I remembered my penis touching a blanket; an...other time it was a hand. I was not sure whose hand, just a hand from nowhere. Another time I dreamed I was in the shower and when the water touched my penis. Each time I woke with this creamy gooey wetness between my legs. These dreams did not happen every night but several nights a week. One dream had me standing next to my teacher was wearing. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully abused pussy recovered.Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during that summer and for the next three years until Billy graduated and went off to college. I would go over to Patty’s to visit and more often than not one or more of the boys would be there and Patty and I would entertain them in her bedroom for the afternoon and sometimes into. She begged her tormentors to have mercy on her, but she knew it was useless, and any minute they would start using her body (their body!) without a slightest remorse.Her vibrator kicked in at last and shook her body with an avalanche of sensations. A grey and quiet mouse called Christine disappeared without a trace. There was a dirty slut on the floor who was violently raped by her captor, while other men watched and laughed. They were waiting for their turn, while all she could do is squirm. Sheila noticed what Mike was doing and breathlessly shouted at Mike, "Go on fuck her, the dirty little slag wants it. Get that cock inside her." With that Mike, pushed me back and moved up between my open legs, he just positioned himself between them and thrust his big black cock into my wet hole. He stretched me to new limits. My cunt hadn't been so full for quite a while. He immediately began pounding is arse up and down driving his cock deeper and deeper into my unprotected cunt.Sheila was.