My cock was now stiff and ready for action and my mum asked me if I had had sex before, I was honest and said no the smile on her face broadened I was...to be her first virgin.Mum straddled my legs and the top of my cock came into contact with the lips of her cunt, their silkiness was like magic and the first signs of pre-cum were visible as they began to flow down the side. As mum moved up and down my cock began to slip into her lips and the heat that emanated from her pussy felt like it was. Anyway , we got talking and that night they were planning to go out and celebrate the birthday of the English girl and they invited me . We went out with other guests from the hostel and had a good time . The English girl was not only pretty , but friendly and kind and I began to notice a cerain attitude she directed towards me . We smoked sheesha , drank and ate well , later on all the others in our group left to go back and sleep , leaving me alone with the English girl . She just sat there. Her vision was going blurry with the overwhelming feeling that was rushing through her entire body; she was breathing in short gasps and now could hardly make a sound, she tried to pull at his hair to make him stop but this only made him work harder. All she could do was tremble uncontrollably with the pure pleasure she was experiencing and the orgasms kept on cumming and cumming.It wasn’t just a multiple orgasm, it was practically an endless one. She'd never felt anything like it, nothing ever. Not game playing but real life, old fashioned, punishment. I grew up being punished, the k**s around me were punished and some housewives were too. Hell, my first actual boyfriend gave me my first two or three spankings; outside of the family. I remember my mother getting a few trips to the ‘woodshed’. I’m well aware that I can be a brat and a bitch; it’s in the genes, that and not always paying attention to life around me. Some of my lovers put up with me – some put me over their knee. I.