Following their example, I join them on my knees as women’s shoes and voices entered the flat. The front door opened and heels clattered on the til...e floor of the entrance hall. ?Twelve? a woman’s voice called out as the door swings shut. Barry nudged me to bow forwards, pressing my face to the dirty floor, and signaled to copy him in holding my wrists crossed in the small of my back. The other men did the same. ?Position 12? he whispered, by way of explanation.We listened as the women. She was screaming atSam. Apparently he had broken another vase with the BB gun my dad hadgiven him for his birthday last month. Why my mom still kept vases inthe great room was beyond me. They were just going to get broken. Thiswasn't even the first one this month.It was only 11:30 am on Christmas Eve, and three of the five of us hadalready been disciplined. Merry Christmas indeed.My name is George. At 15, I was the oldest of five boys in my family,and I was currently sitting on one of our. So big and so hard. And dripping." She moved her torso closer to me and touched my tip to one nipple and then rolled a finger round the sticky fluid I left there. She said, "You know that? You're dripping a lot." Dripping?" You're making cum, hon. Do your balls feel tight?" Yeah, they're... yeah, they do."She grinned with delight and expectation. "Maybe you'll cum. You're sure you never did?"I nodded again, gulping."You're so much bigger and hotter than you ever were." She gently touched and. I had time before school recommenced so I went to the car and had a quick but very pleasurable jerk thinking about what might happen tomorrow. I used a pair of my Mum’s pants to catch the semen and to clean up my cock. The pants already had a few spunky stains on but I needed to add another load to them. I wondered if I might myself ask Bobby Caunce if he wanted to drop in and watch events or even maybe do his trick shot for us.I called at Stan’s house to get the key. His older sister Lucy let.