I recall saying, ‘I don’t know about you, but I for one want to follow through with 69 and fucking. Your pussy is every bit as beautiful as I’d ...magined.’ She was a little ahead of me in terms of the unveiling of the genitals, but after I said that she said, ‘Well … let me just check one thing,’ and proceeded to pull my engorged cock out of my underwear. One look was all she needed, ‘Oh yeah, it’s on,’ she remarked and pulled my underwear off, threw them on the floor, sat her red bush on my. This time though, as I tried to casually turn and look, our eyes met very briefly. My face turned beat red out of embarrassment. Surely they saw me, I thought. The last thing I wanted was to be reported for anything to lose my membership, and tried to convince myself they couldn't have seen me looking down. Luckily I was in the sauna, so maybe they thought I was just hot and not embarrassed, almost red all over now. Neither of them said anything, or even looked at me funny, but just. She was the envy of her friends and she was always thrilled when he took her out in his little red sports car, and to make it even better, Clyde was a groovy, foxy-looking guy who was very popular and "In." He was tall and muscular, with brown hair cut long and pale-grey eyes stink deep in prominent cheekbones. His nose had a crazy little bend to it after it had been broken in a football game--he'd been the high school's fullback, and known as "Battlin' Brooks"--and a crooked smile which was. He eagerly obliged. Then I sat down on his back, facing away from him. For a moment I just stared at his perfect ass. His buns were perfectly round and hairless with a patch or hair running down from his crack to blossom into a downy coating on his muscular legs. I gently rubbed his ass, letting my thumb explore his tight little boyhole. He sighed as I probed his rosebud and before he knew what was happening I had raised the belt as high as I could and brought it smacking down across his ass..