She loved that and smirked and said, “YOU ARE BEING A BAD BOY AGAIN. I WILL PUNISH YOU HARDER THIS TIME.She took out her whip, made me stand on my k...nees, and started hitting me on my butt. The way she was hitting me was like she was punishing me for not obeying her. I loved it every time she hit me with the whip. She then tied my hands with a rope and my feet together.She took her whip again and started to tickle me with it. When she brought her whip near my booby chest, she hit my left nipple. The shaft was slightly bobbing up and down, water running along it and down to the perfectly shaved balls, that made an exquisite contrast to the hairy crotch in the back.Fascinated, with my eyes glued to it, I took hold of the gorgeous member and uncovered the head pulling the foreskin down; then, I pushed it up, watching the skin move back over the mushroom. The cock felt hard, but pliable at the same time and I kept stroking it for a while, until lust got the better of me: I unsheathed the. Jill and Tim remembered the great pleasure they had while in those young bodies and wanted a repeat performance! It was a scream! At first Jill and Tim were too confused and embarrassed to talk to each other after they regained their original bodies as well as their common sense. Later in the week, after they all began to re-identify with their original bodies, Tim lost control and cried out that he felt less than a manly man because of his strange fantasies of having sex with a boy. It got. The pre-graduation ball was always a feature of the first week of the new school year, and that, I saw as my opportunity to make it with Jan. So, that first Thursday evening, the school hall was, as always, crowded and with a rich array of lustful young men viewing nubile girls, most of whom were, I guessed, professional virgins.When I finally spotted Jan Vickley, she was, not surprisingly, in a group consisting of her friend, Mandy Summers, and a gaggle of wide-eyed guys. From time to time she.