In fact, we tried fisting once... but that is a story for another day.She came again, shuddering with delight, and screamed in pleasure. I was soon ha...d again, but I wanted to see how much she wanted. It was time to take it up a notch. I stopped, pulling my fingers out of her dripping slit, and reached for my leather belt. I looped it over once, and snapped it like I used to when I was a kid trying to impress the other kids. Her head jerked around and her flashing eyes and grinning mouth told. I was in the heaven and Happy was fucking me crazy, His big long dick and big long strokes. I was loving the pleasure and the Pain. He was fucking my ass and beating my butts. His hands were pinching my boobs and he was doing all sort of BDSM things with me.In between, he was calling me with his wife’s name(Gagan). Whenever he took his wife’s name; the more powerful used to be his stroke.It used to be like completely taking the dick our and deep inside in fraction of a second. As I and Happy. Maybe I was going to be able to make this work after all.If I was one of those perverted horn dogs who writes erotica on the internet, I'd probably say, right about in here somewhere, that after they stopped tickling me, (mostly because I fought dirty and started goosing them and pinching the good parts) that Lynne taught Jill how to give me a blow job, and then relented and let me fuck Jill's metaphorical socks off.But of course that's not what happened. What actually happened was that Lynne. On the top stair, I made an error, and I hit a squeaky board. I heard scrambling downstairs, and then her boyfriend left shortly after I closed my door to my room.My golden memory though was Brenda. I remember, just like Kendall, she brought her boyfriend over, but this time, mom and dad were gone for the weekend. I was playing videogames, and Kendall was having a girls’ night out, and Brenda was out with her boyfriend. I was just settling into a jerk off session, when I heard the door open and.