Weeks went by and I had forgotten about the ad, when I got an email from a girl named Vicky who wanted to be in on the threesome. Vicky was 45, divorc...d, and had done some swinging in the past. She sent me a face pic (she was very pretty) and a couple of body shots showing her big tits and ass. Bob was into her but he wanted me to meet her first to see if her and I clicked and if we did, then we'd arrange a threesome at his house while his wife was at work.So I made plans with Vicky to meet for. The realisation of his predicament soon made itself felt. The crack of the tawse as it contacted his rump was made even louder by the utter silence of the woman. The man groaned as the second slap arrived. “You had better keep silent as every noise adds one more slap to the total,” she said.Another slap and yet another rained upon the reddening flesh each one getting harder until he could bear it no longer and let a whimper out. Unseen to him the woman smiled to herself. It was going to be. From this angle Kevin's appendage looked much like myown - perhaps just a touch longer, but not quite as thick. For a momentI paused, scarcely believing what I was doing. I was touching anotherboy's cock! I should have felt ashamed, sickened even. But Alannah wasin charge and this was what she wanted - no, not just wanted, needed.Because it was exciting."Do you want me to stroke it?" I asked, my voice a sexy purr. "Oh god,yes. Please!" Kevin was not just agreeing, he was begging. For one. I'll be an upper classmen next year, remember?" I assured her, putting my arm around her shoulder."Yeah, I know." Jessi said, looking towards the corner, watching the bus turn. "See you after school, sis." I said, stepping towards the bus' doors.I hated this bus. It was old and run down, and made terrible squealing noises every time it braked. The bus driver wasn't much better, old and run down, and made terrible squealing noises every time a kid acted out. If things got slightly too loud for.