In the future, perhaps I’ll write a little of some ofour more comically erotic moments. This quick story isabout a little arrangement she made t... see how far Iwould go with her boy cousin. Anarkali was the only girl I ever told about how naturaland fun it was sucking dick when I was younger. Shethought that it was absolutely the coolest, and wantedto see it happen. I told her no, that that kind of thingis fine at a certain age, but is likely to get you intohot water if indulged in as a. "Without too much thought about it, I agreed. Earl seemed like a nice-enough man; in his thirties, square-jawed and handsome in a rugged way. His sandy hair was too long for my taste, but his eyes were warm and brown. He looked like an aging hippie, except that he wore khaki pants and a red flannel shirt, was clean and neatly dressed. There was a beery smell about him however, a masculine musk. "I'll just change out of this dress," I said."No need, Elizabeth," Earl said. "You won't get dirty.". What could it be? I got in line, handed the student clerk the slip,and received a box in return.I walked over to a table sat down, and tried to figure out what it was andwho it was from. I noticed the return address label. It was from Chicago;from a lawyer's office. Still puzzled, I took out my pocket knife, andcarefully slit the top of the box open. Inside it was the camera, carefullypacked. I wanted to laugh; I wanted to shout; I wanted to scream; but I wasin a building filled with people,. She grunted slightly.The pale mound of female flesh wobbled. A small pink welt emerged.Sarah rolled her hips ... seeking contact for her neglected pussy.I ignored her wet sex and flogged her other breast.She groaned.Slowly and methodically I began to flog every inch of Sarah's pale exposed body. At first she shied away from the blows ... but slowly, I began to notice that she lifted her body to meet my little whip.It was an exquisite experience ... to know a woman wanted me to whip her. It was.