I stood up and said, “Jack come here we can talk.”Jack stood up and limped over to me. I said, “Walk it off son.”He started laughing and said,...“Walk what off?”“You know what I’m talking about, son, when I was your age I was the best Beaver Shooter on the beach.” (Beaver Shooting, that’s what we called it down South) I said.We spoke for about ten minutes and went back to the women. I said, “Jack quick look, Maggi’s leaning over, you’ll be able to see it all.” He dropped down and copped the. I would move my tongue around her clit but not touching it. If she gasped, I took the whip and hit her nipples with it. I did this over and over. Finally I let my tongue bathe over her clit. I would command her to be louder. Or I would tell her to shut up. The punishement was always a hit with the whp to her breasts or I would slap her in the ass. Sometimes I would move my head to her nipples, suckle just slightly and then bite. I fed on her cunt. Licking and taking her to near climax. Then I. With my reputation as a hell raiser (the main reason that I ended up in the Marine Corps), and my Marine dress blues, it was a little like going after goldfish with two pound blocks of C4.I had dallied with several young ladies during my first ten days in Anchorage, and then through a friend I met Jean.Three couples and I had picked up my "blind date" Jean on our way to an overlook along Turnagain Arm for a session of beer drinking around a campfire, and on arrival we discovered that we had a. Unnnhhhh! Babe ... I'mmmm, uhhhhh..." her teeth clenched. "COmmmmingggggg!"I gave up trying to hold back when I felt her pussy's involuntary clench and let myself squirt, augmenting the surges with small thrusts.Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped for a breath. "Ahhhhhhh ... I ... we did it. Her eyes brightened and she grinned. "Do you know I FELT you squirting? I did. So I KNOW you enjoyed it."I smiled at my angel. "And you turned red from your nose to your nipples, so I know you enjoyed.