Her breasts framed his cock between them as she pushed against him to grab the end of the tape measure. She pulled the tape to the front and read the ...umbers. "Could you pass my piece of paper and pencil that is on the ledge so I don't have to get up?" she asked as she looked up at him. He looked into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Then, he noticed her mouth was at the same level as his cock. He wished with his life that she would just take his cock into her mouth. All she had to do. Alan said to relax and push back against him, which I did, then I felt a sharp burning sensation and knew he was stretching to enter me. He kept pushing and I winced, Alan stopped and pulled out. He waited for me to get my breath back and then returned to probing my bottom. This time I was prepared for the pain and gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tight as Alan pressed his cock further. Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain any more I felt him slide in deeper and the pain subsided. I. I had discovered masturbation when I was twelve, but while it felt good, I didn't really get it until I passed through puberty at thirteen, and had my first real orgasm. The stuff that shot out of my little pecker made a bit of a mess, but I quickly learned to deal with that.Along the way, I discovered my older brother's stash of porn, so that gave me ready fuel for my fantasies. I had also grabbed a tit here or there when playing with the neighbourhood girls, but everyone in the gang did that,. Mike and Rob step in, each grabbing a wrist of mine, and hold me down. My legs are spread, and my ankles tied to each of the bottom bed posts. I try to squirm, but a couple of smacks to my head take care of that. I am instructed to count out after each whack-"one, and another, please sir" and so forth, until I am told to cease counting. The first whack rips heat through my body, and my ass cheeks cringe in pain. I yell my first count. Patrick paddles me again, and again, and again. They.