Maybe some imaginative whores specialized instead in supplementing their well-practiced oral s*x with the forbidden delight of the prodding prostate stimulation of a greased-up finger of literally breathtaking skill and boldness. How wickedly debauched did a girl have to be to do such a thing? he had wondered sometimes, very secretly. Perhaps the real question, he had amended silently, blushing, was of how wickedly curious a man had to be in order to accept such a strange, unnatural penetration. He himself certainly did not know, but from rumors he had heard and from things he had seen on the internet now and then, he presumed that if some wickedly smiling wench of wanton disposition began stroking so meaningfully behind one’s balls, and then along the secretive skin of the perineum, it mi
