I had my doubts about her being 15. A sudden shock got my attention. The pain was more intense this time because I was still wet from the water."Wha... is your name, Mr. Pervert American?" I am Lance Corporal Tony Watkins of the U.S. Army. My service number is five seven eigghhhht...." The leather hit my face again this time while the electricity flowed freely through my body causing me to spasm and jerk."Lance, I only asked for your name," she said. I felt her hand on my chest from behind. This was more distant and, therefore, removed from being so personal. I was shooting as quickly as I could. Our guys cut Mari loose and laid her gently on her back. Some of the others began to shoot anyone in the crowd who looked aggressive. There were quite a few. They died quickly and noisily. Few arrows came up toward the stand.Two of our men jumped down looking for Felice and the children and shooting anyone who got in their way. They were calling out names as they went through the crowd.. And when she bucked and gushed in my mouth and her hot cream streamed on my tongue I thought, I don’t want this to ever end, I want to spend the rest of my life with her cock and her cum in my mouth!Our penises together were a sight… mine looked like a half size version of hers, and more pink and feminine. When soft the hood shrivels down it becomes tiny. Jennifer said that I wasn’t at all manly, that what I had down there wasn’t a dick but a ‘clip.’ She slowly sensually masturbated my clip. The following Wednesday the football team chose me to be Miss School Spirit, first time ever for a freshman.Two days later, wearing nothing more than a coat of scarlet and gold paint, flares blazing in my hands, I'd ridden a zip-line from beyond the baseball diamond's center-field fence to the home plate backstop, where I led the pep rally's cheers. Next day I'd motivated the football team on to victory, and afterwards celebrated with them in the locker room.And that had just been for starters!.