“Oh god, please hit me harder.” said Sarah, and I dutifully did as instructed and hit her again, this time on her left buttock. Her skin had immed...iately turned red and my cock was pressing into Sarah’s stomach as she lied across me. Suddenly, I was determined to administer this punishment without any further encouragement from the victim herself. I continued to smack Sarah and she continued to squirm in pain across my lap. My prick was leaking pre cum and the smell of Sarah’s sex was pushing me. Had it really only been a day since my life had changed so dramatically? Since I’d been sitting minding my own business in a chatroom, trying to kill time on a boring, rainy Sunday afternoon? When she had butted into my half-hearted conversation, intoxicated me with her words, captured my mind and then barely an hour later, my body.I had slept fitfully that night, my skin still tingling from our interaction. Every cell thrumming with excitement, I relived each magical moment, fingers buried. "My turn," Arista said, stripping off her own shift. Tristan marveledat her body. She was much taller than him, and her skin dark. Herbreasts were large, and her body curvacious.She straddled Tristan, and leaned in, letting him tongue her nipples fora few moments while she ground her crotch against his. Tristan was softagain, but it didn't really matter. His penis was small enough that hehe couldn't really penetrate her anyway. She rolled off of him, andspread her legs. He knew what she. It looked as if this, along with our New year get together at their place was going to be an ongoing tradition which would carry on at least as long as we were still at school and possibly through our college years.One thing was certain, both Isa and Joe had now a fairly well established circle of friends. The Macleans and Moira formed the inner circle of close friends which then spiralled out to include the others in a slightly more casual way. This was a big change for Isa who had spent many.