. Spank her."Surely Vivian wouldn't do that, but then I felt a slap, lighter almostgentle."Not like that," Yves roared. "Harder, do it like you mean i..., slap herhard."The intensity of the slaps grew harder and harder as she started to getinto her swing. My arse was stinging again I couldn't believe how much ithurt, I thought I was going to pass out.Then it was over. Yves stood up and his cock was back in my face as Iknelt at his feet. "Tell me I am your man, I am the man in this house." You are. No mental scars though. The time was early 70’s no porn mags just the Sears lingerie section or topless African women in National Geographic. I was hanging out with my friend when his little b*****r fell asl**p on the couch. His mom asked someone to carry him up to bed, after the usual wining from his b*****r I volunteered. I picked him up carried him up the stairs to bed and then realized that I didn’t know what room was his. I looked around and then saw his Aunt was standing at the door to. I palm your sack and slide two slender fingers around, pressing on the spot right behind them. Your cock spurts, one shot, straight to the back of my throat. That's all you give me. It intensifies the want I have to milk your cock, taking everything I can. I continue sucking your dick, the thick veins bumpy against my lips, all the while continuing to rub circles behind your balls. I look up at you, your cock still in my mouth. You're watching me. "More" is all you say and I know what you're. They had just rented a canoe and were also going to canoe the same stretch of the river as us. Of course Bud asked them if they’d like to canoe with us. “Sure! We’d love to hang out with you guys!” was their response. I was kind of leery of the idea, but as Billy introduced Max to Bud and me, I was very excited and looking forward to canoeing with these two studs. Max, whom we had just met, was about as tall as Bud, but he had jet black, straight hair that hung close to his deep brown.