The creaking bed giving away our actions, your bucking hips taking direction from your increasing levels of sweet pleasure. You recognize the subtle ...ut distinct humming sound. She's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her pussy while listening to you get fucked triggers another release, this time squirting on me and splashing as your hips thrash. Your phone vibrates illuminating the room in it's artificial glow. You put a finger to my lips as you reach for the device. It's your. It was very distracting to talk with him knowing that he had seen me all naked and horny like that. He asked me over to his house after school and I agreed. He said his parents didn’t ever get home until after five. We’d have a good hour to ourselves. I was wet thinking about it, but really had never done “it”. Once we got to his house he was quick to get his arms around me and kiss me. I kissed back. Making out was hot. I was weak at the knees. He laid me back on the couch. He knelt. There was an awful silence. I had failed to observe the submissive's code. I had proved to be a wimp. Hazel said that her co-partner the French girl would allow me a five-minute respite, then start the punishment again from the very beginning, twenty strokes, but twice as hard. She counselled me "not to interrupt the French girl like you did me, my dear. You must go through with it".Mademoiselle Annette, a pretty, dark-haired girl in her early twenties, was keenly appreciative of the humorous. Ankit said, “But you can do it. It’s easy. Come on.”I looked up to him and he was smiling with that cigarette still in his mouth. I didn’t say anything but just kept looking at his face.Ankit asked, “OK?”I did nothing. I was in the same position as before but I just shut my eyes.He asked me, “Open your mouth.”“No way. You aren’t blowing it into my open mouth,” I retorted opening my eyes in a flutter.Ankit – No not that, I want to spit into it before I blow onto your face.Me – Not now. Later,.