I looked over at Amy and our eyes met and stayed there. Her legs were apart and her knees bent. She looked like the naughty little slut that she was. ... knelt in front of her on the bed, and slowly rubbed my dick against her slit, before guiding it home into her beautiful fuck hole.We both groaned as we took each other's cherries. I felt a resistance, so I slowed down and gently pushed my way through. My sister eyes flew open and she screamed, then she started to moan softly again. I kept. The sound of my boyfriend, who had two or three drinks too much, snoring to my left, peacefully sleeping. The sound of his best friend, gasping, to my right.Touch me. Please, have the guts and touch me.I rest my head on my boyfirends chest. The sound of his heart beating calm and soothing fills my ear.A deep sigh to my right, when I push my ass against him, against his hard, poking rod. Touch me. Please!I can feel your excitement, your lust. Touch me. What more invitation do you need, than. She was screaming in agony, but I’d those screamsbefore too, they just meant that she was solving everysecond of it, and I wasn’t about to let her out of itthat easy. By the time I finished with the whip, shehad some beautiful marks on her ass and thighs, almosta work of art, she was breathing heavily, and neededsexual release, but it wouldn’t be offered to her yet.I unchained her wrists from the ceiling, and put thechains from the nipple clamps around her wrists infront of. Then, suddenly, they were making out like teenagers.One of the twinkling lights they were looking at was the front porch light of the house Chuck lived in with his parents. Said parents were out for the night, playing bridge, which left the house empty.There were teenagers making out there ... three of them, in fact. Chuck’s dismal assessment of the situation had taken a radical shift when the girls suggested that the only thing that had changed was that now everything was out in the open.He’d.