We were all laughing and having a great time when someone, I can’t remember who, dared Jenna to flash her tits to the neighbor boys as we passed by. Tears began to stain my cheeks as the pain began to overcome my pleasure. Anal sex Jenna’s father walked over to a drawer and removed a short braided tassel riding crop, then sat back down in his chair. She lived on a farm and would often tell me stories from her childhood there. My own ass was just as red with welts like hers, but for some reason, I was not crying. There was a loud cracking sound, and Jenna’s whole body jolted. My hornyness only made me want to do it even more, and when we passed them I lifted my tank top up revealing my perky firm breasts, the nipples hard from my arousal. One hot summer day Jenna, a bunch of her friends, and I were hitching a ride from the pond back to the farm. As Jenna and I entered the farmhouse and headed downstairs we were stopped by a sharp call.
