I couldn't, of course. And I didn't know what to say. If I said no, would he whip me anyway? If I said yes, could I take it? John isn't particularly l...rge -- in fact, we're about the same height -- but I hadn't even seen the whip. And would I really enjoy the experience? I had never found pain to be a particular stimulus in the past. I moaned and wiggled some more, which of course stimu- lated my crotch and provoked a different sort of moan. John said, "You don't have to explicitly agree. I'll. . and I feel something pushed through the gag and intomy mouth. I.. I touch it with my tongue, yes.. it's his cock, and it'ssmall... not as tiny as poor Cherry's but... any normal one would fillthe ring gag.I hear a moan of frustration from him, disappointed that the size of hiscock will limit the sensation through my gag, then feel him grab thesides of my head and start to fuck my mouth anyway. "Use your tonguebitch! Make me cum or you'll be sleeping in the corridor all night!"What can I do? I. "Mary Jo removed her skirt and I saw the strange underwear she wore. Her panties covered her in front, but her ass was bare. My curiosity got the best of me and I asked her what they were."Haven't you ever seen a thong before," Mary Jo giggled.Shaking my head, I said, "No." I just got these," she said, turning slowly so I could get a good look. "I love them because I don't have any panty lines."I nodded, told her they were very nice and went back to getting dressed for PE. After class, we all. John immediately widened his legs pushing his rounded arse cheeks giving me full access and as I gently squeezed pulling them apart exposing his hairy shaded hole, Mmm I wasted no time at all in getting my tongue in there causing a somewhat loud moan as my tongue mixed with the vibrations of the washing machine was sending us both into a frenzy.“OMG Frank” he sighed as my tongue flicked and probed his tunnel entrance and my cock was now at bursting point inside my boxers and rather.