’ ‘I need you.’ I felt like whimpering. My head pounded. ‘Stop it, sir.’ I was ashamed of my breathless, broken voice. ‘I can’t. Meet me..., like we agreed.’ ‘I can’t do that, sir.’ There was silence for a few moments, then he took a deep, shuddering breath. His voice was as broken as mine. ‘I understand.’ I swallowed the lump in my throat and called myself all kinds of stupid. I would never know what possessed me to give in. ‘I can’t drive, sir. I broke my right foot.’ ‘Oh.’ He thought for a few. I am, unquestionably, a fourteen year old girl, just as I always wantedto be... But still, my life is far from perfect. My best friend won'teven speak to me anymore. My dad can barely look me in the eye, andseveral of my grandparents prefer to act like I don't even exist. I knewit wouldn't be as easy as pulling on a skirt and living happily everafter- but I am entitled to want more 'wins', aren't I?After chatting with the girls some more, I head to bed just after 10pmand try to focus on the. I would lick her thighs or her ass to collect my own spunk or lick her pussy out if she wasn’t too sensitive. I wondered what it would be like to feel than myself – be fucked by a hard cock and filled up with sperm so the spunk trickled out of my ass afterwards.This was pre-internet so film porn was limited but we had been to see hard core movies in Soho and Amsterdam and been turned on by them. One evening, we watched a gangbang movie together in Soho which showed a girl in a string hammock. This all happening while the other tentacles continued to work all at once rhythmically at my mouth, anus, erect cock and urethra, the thought of which sent me to new heights of pleasure, that I once thought impossible to reach, and somehow the arousal had yet to make me orgasm, like it would have before. Perhaps the fluid the creature was pumping through my urethra into my tingling testicles was preventing me from doing so, until I was at the point of ultimate pleasure where it could fully.