Scary big. He laughed at my widened eyes and told me that he is going to have a lot of fun with me. He kicked my legs so the were spread out, and glar...d at me when I tried to shut them. “Stop!” I whimpered, but he called me a slut and said that I had got myself into this mess. He started to line up his cock with my little hole when I remembered that he hadn’t put a condom on. “Wait! Please remember to use the condom at least!” I panicked. What he said next stunned me. “Nah, I don’t like em, and. Or whose! Some nights, I went to bed with a stinging red bottom for ten minutes. Others I would stand in the corner with my hands on my head and tears running down my face from genuine pain. Sometimes, we’d “do my spanking” like it was a chore and then get into bed to read, other times, it would develop via rubbing and caress into lovemaking. Occasionally, a hard spanking over a chair could become fairly energetic anal sex or being hit with a riding crop whilst crawling on all fours led to oral. Tempted, but in no hurry to pre-empt his plans, he moved on, using both hands to provide him with easy access for a penis that still showed a rigidity that was a tribute to the ministrations of both women. He rolled a condom along the length, checked that it gripped firmly. Steadying Lisl with one hand, with the other he steered his member to the vaginal entrance and eased his way inside. The sensation that always made him think of oiled silk despite the gauze- like protective, welcomed. We started kissing and well, being us things were getting heated up pretty fast. The doorbell rang snapping us back to reality and we both laughed. Peter let his parents in as I was fastening my bra and pulling my shirt back on. I marvelled at how fast he got his pants up, shirt tucked in and his belt done up. The mans a miracle in every way. I went and greeted his parents. His mother gave me a big hug, very happy to see me. When his father held out his hand I laughed and stepped in and hugged.