" Yes, Mr. Sullivan," I meekly answered.Getting spanked sounded terribly exciting. I may have been a virgin a week ago, but that didn't stop me from w...tching far too much porn. Girls always seemed to enjoy getting spanked in the videos; I was fascinated to find out why, and so was my naughty pussy; another flood of juices leaked into my panties.I bent over, my skirt riding up to expose my pantied ass.He tutted his lips. "Your panties are soaking wet. Were you masturbating as well?" I was, Mr.. I examined every inch of him now in the light. I couldn't believe how beautiful his cock and balls were. His soft cock lay sprawled across his sack. The mushroom head d****d over the edge of his balls, looking down towards the bed. I examined how his balls neatly cupped the top of his asshole. I couldn't see much of that from this angle, but I could see whisps of hair poking out from under his scrotum. The jism that I watched cover his cock the night before had dried up overnight, and now his. Now was the moment of truth, but things had gone too far to stop now. I could feel his hard penis pushing at my opening, parting the lips. Then there was a sudden moment of soreness as he gained entry.When I told him it hurt, he slowed down a little. And then slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed again and again in a slow rhythmic movement - getting ever more deeply inside me with every thrust. My nipples had grown to three or four times their normal size by this time, and he started to suck on my. Her mum had gone to bed and on the lounge floor I stripped off her dress, I noticed that her knickers were still missing but didn't comment, her legs opened to receive me and I slipped in to her very easily not surprising really when there was three loads of spunk already in her to lubricate my way. I was so turned on, reliving the sights behind the hall that when I came I stayed hard to carry on thrusting until I came for a second time.Most Saturdays I work overtime, for we are saving up to.