The skin was sosmooth and silky. I ran my finger tips over one of her nipples andnoticed it swelling and growing hard. I guess she must have felt some...thing because she stirred. I almost shit myself, flicked the cover down and ran back tomy room. I lay there waiting for the reaction but strangely there wasnone. I crept back through to see her fast asleep on her back. Pluck-ing up my courage (aided by my aching erection) I rolled back thecovers again to reveal both her tits and gently started. For that, I will have to spank your bare bottom. I'll decide how many spankings you deserve after you finish paying me back. When your punishment is complete, I'll decide if you get to cum or not. Am I making myself perfectly clear slave?"My mind was reeling. What she was talking about was stuff that lesbians did. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even really thought about that stuff before. I was thinking about it then though. I was wondering if I could allow myself to do those things. Would that. With a powerful plunge the top impaled the lad on to his massive pole. The bottom lads head arched back his mouth agape in silent scream, tears glistening in the shielded sunlight. The top lad grunted and groaned as he grind his midsection into the bottom lad. Panting heavily the top lad extracted his still erect penis from the bottom lads anus. The lads head dropped down a little below the log. Another well hung lad knelt between the quivering thighs of the bottom lad. I could see the. Nicotine sounds good, you reach for Shelly, asking her for a cigarette. She says nothing, but a lit clove is handed to you. You inhale deeply, savoring the taste of it… Somewhere, behind the music, there is a more primal beat. Like sex. Like screams. Like death. It has you excited, you throw yourself into the rhythm. Shelly dances with you, pressing herself against you, whispering in your ear as you pull her close. You don’t know what she said, but it excites you. You taste blood on your lips.