She just stroked it for a while and as she looked into my eyes she asked me what I'd like from her. I could barely speak but managed to whisper that I...d like a blowjob. Without even taking her gaze away from my eyes she pulled out my cock and thrust it into her mouth. The feeling of her warm tongue playing with my helmet almost had me cum immediately but I held back as she cupped my balls and deep throat-ed me. I was in ecstasy and could only utter two words "I'M CUMMING!" However her mood. It was very surreal, and it was only the fact that Hayden and Waverly became aggressive about jumping on their cocks did the boys stop questioning what was going on and let the girls dip their pussies on the guy’s cocks.Hayden and Waverly tend to sit on top of a guy and glide slowly up and down like they are painting a guy’s cock with their pussy. They tend to look bored or a little angry while the guy grips their waists and enjoys the ride.I could tell that the girl’s purposely kept them hard.. Not a man in attendance that evening felt the least bit bad for the girl under the power of the whistling paddle. Later, when all the speeches were done the men would all crowd onto the stage and have pictures taken of Tracey and her naked red bottom. It would become a point of pride to say ?I was there the night they paddled Tracey Smith.? In spite of herself, Tracey was to become a legend at the lodge she so disliked. The men would talk of her paddling and share its viewing with future. He kissed down her stomach, stopping and admiring her belly button ring. He sat up on his knees, hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled it off in one movement. He laid down with his face next to her pussy. He could see that she was wet, and he started blowing on her.“Mmmmm,” she said, her hips moving towards his face.He lowered his lips to her pussy and slowly licked her. She almost screamed. He slowly circled her clit with his tongue and slid a finger in her. Within seconds, she was.