Spanking the Boy..and then some

He was maybe 35, long lustrous hair, cut to the neck, nice body, friend of a friend and someone else out in the woods for the weekend. Oh, and did I mention that it was the cute little plaid skirt, cut to there, and the long white knee socks he wore that totally got my attention?

Yep, Jeannie was a cross-dresser.

We ended up, during one of the talks, cuddling a bit more closely than friends, and the way his fingers traced a line down my breasts, it was clear he was willing to be good friends, and turned on by a guy in knee socks, a skirt, shaped eyebrows and a cool good ring in one ear, why would I say no?

We ended up in the back room at the place, door shut, exploring one another as everyone else discussed whether to take off their clothes and practice CPR (okay, it was actually orgasmic deep breathing). I found out the Boy, as I like to call him, has this little submissive streak and that because of his love of being dominated and spanking, I was going to get a chance to switch

But of course I didn't know that when we started. I only knew that he wanted to kiss me and touch my breasts and that, when I offered to spank him, he said yes. So then there was the moment I put him across my knee on the bed. And the way I lifted up the little skirt to rub his sweet, hairless ass and swat him with my hand, again and again. And soon the skirt was off, and he was face down on the bed, ass in the air, and I was spanking that sweet air, my hand coming down on the space between the butt and the thigh over and over again, rubbing and kneading his butt as I spanked it hard with one hand.

And then there was the way he went right into subspace, the little cries and moans he made that turned me on just so much, and the way he moaned when I took my fingers and rubbed them across his nipples and took the little delicate pink tip in my mouth, that tiny nib, and bit it, almost hard. And then there was the sound of spanking, and the cries and moans we made, and my knowing that the people in the other room had no idea who was spanking whom.

Can you believe I almost don't remember what the Boy did to me, just that it all felt amazingly good? And that when we took a deep breath and hugged and kissed and went outside, our lovers were lying naked beside one another?

"Faun says I'm too big to fit inside her," Morgan said, and Faun smiled prettily and reached for the Boy. And then there was the moment when I was bending over Morgan, astride his thighs as I obligingly fitted his big thick cock into my cunt, and the moment when I say the Boy bury himself inside Faun and start fucking her hard, just like a bunny rabbit machine, and the moment when I bounced atop Morgan, my big tits bouncing as I felt him pushing right up against my g-spot from the inside, and the idea that this was the first time I was having vigorous, athletic sex in front of anyone else, with the lights on, and with the whole room watching as fucking Morgan made me come over and over, as watching Boy drive himself joyfully and estastically into Faun thrilled me with erotic abandon.

And it was yes, oh yes, and yes again, Molly Bloom for sure as Swordfish says, and Jack Kerouac and angel headed Allen Ginsberg hipsters and the feeling I was in the right place and would keep coming back for more and more and more.