I wanted to cum again but it wasn’t to be. I was asleep before I managed to make myself cum.*****I woke with my hand still cupping my pussy which wa... wet and I wondered if I’d been playing with myself whilst I slept and if I’d made myself cum. I also wondered if daddy had looked in on me and seen me playing with my pussy.That day and the next one were relatively quiet, that’s if you call being fucked by both of your 2 male best friends several times and experimenting with different positions to. I was starting to remember that the taste, texture and smell of cum weremy major attractions to sucking cock. We finished our day of fishing, but all I could think about was that first meeting with Ravi. And thenafter we loaded up the boat and got back into my SUV, Dave had me suck him off again. It was easyto see that he made a good feeder for the group since his third ejaculation for the day was still moreplentiful than my first one would have been. Dave took me to Ravi’s the following. "Good girl," you repeated. "Count each one, and now you can thank me for each." "Yes, Master," I replied again, waiting tensely for the first blow. You took me by surprise, bringing the crop right up between my legs on my pussy lips. "One, Master, thank you!" I cried out. You waited a second and hit me again - "Two, thank you, Master!" You kept going, patiently dragging it out while I shook with anticipation between each blow. Finally, at ten, you stopped, and knelt to gently kiss my sore. She puts her fingers inside of mine and looks down with this smile of hers that just drives me in lustful ecstasy. “Oh aunt Christine, don’t. Not like that, I’m going to cum in a minute of you keep this up, I’m so deep inside of you.”“I now, I want you to cum deep, I’m not getting up until you cum.” And she keeps rotating slowly until my balls tighten, then she stops. I groan. “Like that do you little one?”“Oh, it’s my turn to beg now, please Christine, make me cum, I’m so hard, I’m going to.