"Oww! No Aunty," I wailed, my bumcheeks burning from the single harshswat of the hard wooden implement. I shook my mittened fists infrustration, but m... bonds were unbreakable."No Aunty," she repeated, cruelly mimicking my high-pitched wail ofcontrition. "No you didn't. Tell me then," she demanded, "were you a goodbaby girl for Aunty?" No Aunty," I blubbered, tensing and relaxing my bumcheeks in an attemptto reduce the searing pain. I was staring upside-down at the blurryvision of her. ” Pat answered.“How come the little punk gets the couch and you’re sleeping on the floor?” Anthony asked.“Because the ‘little punk’ threatened to pee on me.” Pat responded to his question.“And I still gotta pee…” I said, quickly springing up, and running out the back door to the bathroom.“Damnit.” I said out loud to myself looking into the mirror. What did I just get myself into? I don’t know anything about this guy. Just that he’s cute, and he’s a football player. He just transferred to this. I felt the incredible softness of her warm skin as my hand slid up underneath the nightie, over her tummy and to her amazing breasts.Christ, they felt incredible as I moved my hand around, fingers flicking across her nipples that were now proud and erect, demanding to be sucked. I returned for another passionate kiss and she stifled a moan at the intensity of my kissing and movements of my hand increased.I couldn't take it anymore. I had to taste her breasts and I had to taste them now. I threw. Surprisingly my penis was still rock hard. She said she wanted to be dog fucked. We changed places and she rested her elbows on the bed with her arse sticking up into the air. She had made me hard again but I was struggling to push it in her cunt. She had to take my rock hard cock into her hand and guide me into her cunt from behind. I eased my tool into her and began to thrust using her flared hips as love handles. Her body jerked with each thrust. She began to grunt. My breathing became more.