My heart raced as I turned to quietly close his door. His balls were wrinkled, full and tight. His cock soft and resting on his pubic hair. I wanted t... taste him. I wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock in my mouth. I wanted to kiss it, lick it and suck it. I knew it now for sure, however I could not have been more nervous. “What if he really was only joking all those times?” I thought to myself as I stood there, unable to take my eyes off his beautiful manhood. Seconds seemed like. “Six strokes of the cane this time, Ann, I believe.”“Yes, Laura” came the reply loud and clear. Ann was ready for this.Swiiish-crack!Swiiish-crack!Swiiish-crack!Three quick strokes barely giving Ann time to gasp or clench her cute cheeks.Swiiish-crack!Swiiish-crack!“Aaaaah” she cried before bracing herself for number six.Swiiiiiish-craaack!It did not disappoint and Ann jumped up and rubbed her bottom.Ann hugged Laura and wanted to tell her how she needed that caning but she knew Clare was at. Hell, no one knew we were there anyway. So I suggested we go out to the car. We went to his car. It has dark tinted windows. There was no one stirring outside. We got in the car and I pulled him to me,kissing his wonderful lips again. He began rubbing my crotch, and trying to get the zipper down. I was fully erect and helped him get it out.He said, "Watch for people!" and began sucking me. My cock slid in and out of his warm, wet mouth. I had never felt so good with anyone before. He'd lick my. Then I just did it. I reached in his boxers and touched his dick. I managed to work it out of the whole in his boxers and once outside, I took it in my hand and felt the softness. He still was lifeless. I studied it for a minute, and then I did what I thought mom was doing. I put his soft dick in my mouth and sucked on it. In no time I got that what I needed to do was move him in and out of my mouth. I remember the softness of his head and the amazing feeling of actually having him in my mouth..