“Oh! OH! DAD! Oh, God! It’s… it’s happening again! Oh, God! I’m gonna cum! OH! So good! Don’t stop! OOOHHH!” She wailed as her orgasm ov...rtook her senses. Mike lapped up her sweet juices as fast as he could, savoring her sweet tangy nectar.While she was still shaking from her climax, with his arms around her waist, he gently rolled her over onto her back, then crawled between her outstretched legs. Reveling in her orgasmic haze, Stacey was dimly aware of what was happening, until he notched his. I was already down over six bucks. Spencer was magnanimous about it."We'll just keep track here in this," he said, pulling a notebook from his bookshelf. He smirked just a little as he carefully wrote down the date and the amount I owed him.I trotted down the three flights of stairs to the third floor, and back to my own room.Westy was there, alone. He was sitting on the couch, desultorily rubbing at a stain on the coverlet."Fuckin' bitch was a cherry," he muttered when he saw me. "She fuckin'. “Sit on the pew and push your slit forward for your auntie.”“You’re not suppose to touch me.” Stace sniffed. She didn’t like this lady.The slap that followed was the hardest yet! “Don’t tell me what I’m paying three hundred dollars for, you silly tart! Whatever Terry told you wasn’t what I told him.”“OW!”“Hush! or I’ll slap your puss.” She gripped Stace’s hips and forced her next to the closest pew. “Now, sit and be a good little girl!”Stace sobbed, but she sat. This wasn’t the deal he had told. We then fixed ourselves up and went out to the living room to play with the other kids, never forgetting what had just transpired between the two of us.We met again a week later, in which time Sarah had gotten a minor cold. She didn't want me sick as well from kissing, so she had a different idea. I sat next to her, and she pulled a large blanket over our laps. Sarah asked me if I wanted to touch her. I answered yes, maybe too quickly. I had been dreaming about her every night for the last week.