My parents taught me there was nothing wrong with sex and didn't mind when I started sleeping with boys as a teenager. In fact, they used to let me ta...ke them to my room as long as they didn't spend the night. They didn't say anything when I went through a lot of boys really quickly, though I think my dad was disappointed in me. The fact was, I liked sex and I liked boys, and I didn't see anything wrong with having a lot of either."So after my friend spent the evening talking about the fun she. “I like it from behind,” she whispered as I crawled on top of her.“Okay, I love it that way, too. But I like a blowjob first.”“Mmm. Okay.”I stood up and dropped my pants as Danielle dropped to her knees. She kissed my cock through my boxer shorts as she ran her hand up my leg and fondled my balls. Then she pulled it out and took it into her mouth. I totally lost control as I grabbed her head and pushed my cock down her throat. I started to face-fuck her vigorously as she gagged with each thrust. She thought for a moment and said there were a couple of things I could help with in their apparent. First I was to carry their washing basket and follow them up to their place. As we went up the stairs I could not resist trying to look up her skirt, She was wearing a short pleated white shirt, almost as if she was going to cheerleader practice. I tried to catch a glimpse of her panties. When we got inside their apartment she told me to put the basket down and strip. I stammered but she just. “She is not very friendly, is she George?” he commented. “Needs a bit of discipline I think. When was the last time you gave her a lesson?” Dad looked embarrassed. “I have not actually punished her at all, so far,” he admitted. “No wonder she is wilful then.” Uncle Dave said. “Slaves need to know who is the Master.” With that he grabbed me and threw me across his knees. With my hands cuffed behind me, he found it easy to hold me in place with one hand, despite my struggling. I felt my.