‘Yes. Oh God, yes,’ she murmured, pushing her ass hard against the invading finger. She lowered her upper body to the bed with her rear elevated t... him, totally exposing herself to his prick and his fingers. ‘Oh Brad….Brad,’ she moaned softly, ‘I want you so much.’ He began to thrust his prick into her even faster, taking long strokes driving his rigid prick deep into her pussy. The sound of his balls slapping against her vulva was clearly audible as he drove his prick into her. Brad was trying. "No honey. See how wet you get? That God's way of making it easy for grandpa to slide his dick into your pussy. It gets slippery so I can put it in a little at a time. Tonight, it might hurt a little bit because grandpa is going to pop your cherry. " What does that mean, grandpa?" she asked curiously. "It just means that grandpa hasn't had his dick in you before. It will hurt for a second when grandpa pops your cherry. But once I am all the way in, it shouldn't hurt anymore. Are you ready to. I tied him up using leather bonds, and started using some of the techniques I had learned of alternating between pain and pleasure. I kept talking to him, telling him how he was *mine* now, and that my domination over him was total and complete. I even used the new gag I bought, which I didn't really like, but seemed to excite him all the more. The 'pain' didn't have to be physical pain, it could be emotional pain, or making him do something he would clearly not want to do on his own. So I. One of the girl's at the party who had been through it before with someone else helped pull Becky's sandals off and tugged her pants down her legs. Whereas most girls still had their pants on while being spanked, Trip indicated with a look that he wanted her pants completely off. Once they were on the floor, he started to smack her ass.Becky cried out, she was a bit surprised at how hard that Trip was smacking her ass. It wasn't until about halfway through that her mind made the connection that.