Chapter 22

first-class honours degree Taste

It started with a casual study session, or that's what Ayla thought. She sat cross-legged on Jess's dormitory bed, sweatpants riding low on her coxa, oversized tee slipping off one delicate berm. Her hair was down this clip, soft moving ridge framing that Sweet, shy face.

Jess pretended to play up note, but her eyes kept drifting. The way Ayla bit her pen cap. The little pant she made when she stumbled over a Good Book. The curve ball of her shank every sentence she leaned forward.

"So… you've never done anything like this before ?"Jess teased, closing her book.

Ayla looked away, blushing furiously."No… I mean… no. Just once. A kiss. At a political party. And I kinda liked it."

Jess leaned in, close enough to clear Ayla frost."Liked it enough to think about it later ?"

Ayla's throat bobbed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear."Maybe. Sometimes."

Jess smirked. She shifted back, letting Ayla breathe."Good. That's honest."

Ayla giggled, burying her face in her paw."God, I feel like such a baby when you look at me like that."

Jess's phone buzzed on the bed. A textbook from Katherine lit up the screen : Thinking about you, hotness. Bring that filthy mouth soon.

Ayla's center widened, flicking from the silver screen to Jess's face."Hmmm, Katherine sounds intense."

Jess laughed softly."Yeah, child. She's intense. You'll see."

Ayla's knee joint drew up to her chest, eyes glassy."God. That sounds… fun. And terrifying."

Jess tilted her top dog, reading her."Are you curious ?"

Ayla's breath caught. She nodded, tiny and honest."I always wondered. I think I'd like being… you know. Submissive. Someone telling me what to do. Using me."

Jess's smirk turned cushy. She brushed her thumb over Ayla's bare ankle joint."You ever tell your boyfriend that ?"

Ayla's laugh was embarrassed."God, no. He's sweet but so… normal. He wouldn't get it. I don't even acknowledge how to say it."

Jess's grin was wicked now."stick with me, baby. You'll learn."

They drifted into music. When a new song came on, Ayla stood, articulatio coxae shifting nervously.

Jess lifted a brow."You gon na dancing for me ?"

Ayla bit her lip."I don't really dance. Not for people."

Jess tilted her Chin up with two finger's breadth."Dance for me."

Ayla giggled, then turned around. The music thumped low. She moved slow, those hip rolling like liquid, her diminutive ass bouncing hypnotically. She peeked over her shoulder shyly.

"sanctum fuck, Ayla…"Jess whispered."You don't even know how hot you are, do you ?"

Ayla's font turned crimson."Stop…"she giggled, but she didn't catch moving. Her shank moved in belittled, tight traffic circle that made Jess's thigh clench.

"You know what that would do to a man ?"Jess murmured, standing behind her, close but not touching."If you did that on his dick… you'd break him."

Ayla let out a petite gasp, middle fluttering. Her tit pressed against her thin shirt. She caught Jess's gaze in the mirror and shivered.

"I want that,"Ayla whispered."Someday. I want individual to feel me like that."

Jess kissed her shoulder softly."You will, baby. On your articulatio genus, pelvis working just like this. Taking what you want."

Ayla turned, breathless, and flopped back on the bed. She clutched a pillow to her dresser, hiding the flush of her skin."God, you're gon na corrupt me."

Jess winked."Only if you beg me to."

A soft knock at the door broke the tension. Jess's roommate, Kate, peeked in, all big eyes and anxious energy.

"Hey… you got my charger ?"

Jess's optic glinted."Come get it."

Ayla sat freeze out, watching. Kate crossed the room. Jess grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and whispered in her ear. Kate's eyes went wide of the mark, then her shoulders dropped, instantly submissive.

Jess turned to Ayla, her voice a purr."Wan na see something, infant ?"

Ayla swallowed grueling."Yes."

Jess pulled Kate to her knees between her feast pegleg. She shimmied out of her drawers, baring her kitty-cat for both of them to see.

"You want this, Kate ?"Jess asked, her vocalism dark.

Kate nodded, oculus locked on Jess's wet folds.

"Say it."

Kate whimpered."I want it, I want to eat you out."

Jess grinned."Good. Make her watch."

Ayla's nails dug into the pillow. She couldn't expect away as Kate's tongue met Jess's snatch, slow and wet, working up a rhythm. Jess let her head nightfall back, moaning openly.

"God… fuck… good little bitch…"Jess gasped. She caught Ayla's widely middle."Getting wet yet, baby ?"

Ayla's cheeks burned. She looked away but nodded, breathless.

Jess yanked Kate's hair, grinding harder."You see this, Ayla ? This is what controller looks like. This is how you train a mouth to revere you."

Kate's moan turned soggy, skewer and kitty-cat succus mixing on her chin. Jess bucked, thighs trembling.

"Oh fuck… oh fuck… Ayla… Ayla baby… I'm cumming. This bitch is making me cum ... ohhhhh !"

Ayla squeezed her thighs together, shocked at how hot it was ... how lots she wanted to see more. Her chest rose and fell fast, mamilla hard under her sparse shirt.

Jess let Kate's aspect go, wiping her pussy across her rim one last metre."Get out. Good girl."

Kate scrambled up, licking her backtalk, eyes glazed.

Ayla couldn't catch staring at Jess."That was… that was the red-hot thing I've ever seen."

Jess crawled up the bed, pushing Ayla down playfully."That was just a taste, baby."

Ayla's articulation was a still, like she was confessing to God."I think I want to watch everything."

Jess beamed."trade good. Then total see Katherine with me side by side meter. bring that passably curiosity with you."

Ayla nodded, brass flushed, second joint trembling.

For the maiden time, she didn't feel so shy about what she wanted.

Jess grinned, brushing her quarter round over Ayla 's mortise joint. `` peg with me, child. You 'll learn. ``

Ayla 's optic softened, a small, curious grin tugging at her lips. `` Okay ... I trust you. ``

Jess leaned in close, voice low, teasing. `` Good. Soon, you 'll see. ``

Ayla shivered slightly, anticipation flickering through her. She did n't sleep with what exactly was coming, but she wanted it ....

Chapter 23

INNOCENCE AT THE edge

office 1

The Gathering

Jess's heart pounded the moment she stepped out of the Uber. The loft was tucked away on the top storey of an old brick building business district. Shirley Temple Black windows, magniloquent ceilings, low quick light flickering behind heavy curtains. Private. Sinful.

Ayla stayed close at her side, her small helping hand brushing Jess's. She looked like a guilty holy person tonight. A miserly little crop top under her crownwork, jeans hugging her hips. She smelled like vanilla and sinlessness. Her buttock were pink as they walked up the stairs.

"You sure about this ?"she whispered.

Jess smirked, squeezing her hired hand."Too of late to run, baby."

interior, the vibe made Ayla's chest hoo-ha. Exposed brick, velvet sofa, flickering candles everywhere. A bottle of champagne already popped on the low tabular array. Katherine looked like a walking wet pipe dream, silklike robe half undefendable, foresightful hair in a mussy bun.

Marla was barefoot, sprawled out on the sofa in a closely black dress, toying lazily with the strap of her thong. And Tommy, tall, tip, watching Jess like he'd devour her right there.

"There's my fille,"Tommy murmured when Jess stepped in. He kissed her, tedious and hungry, a bridge player on her ass. Ayla flushed at the sight, thighs pressing together. Katherine caught it, smirking.

"Welcome, pretty female child. You look sweet tonight,"Katherine purred, slipping Ayla's jacket off her shoulder."Just relax. Watch. hire whatever you want in. No one's gon na push you, approve ?"

Ayla just nodded, vocalization caught in her throat.

The small public lecture didn't last long. The energy in the room was too thick, expectant with want. Marla poured Jess a glass, fingers brushing her wrist."Been waiting to see you come undone again, uncivilized one,"she teased.

Jess giggled, already shivering inside. She leaned close to Ayla, whispering,"It's gon na get foul tonight. Just let yourself feel it."

Tommy pulled Katherine close, kissing her neck, hand sliding under her robe. Katherine's eyes fluttered back, soft moan slipping out as Marla slid off the couch to kneel behind her, mouth pressing to the inside of her thigh.

Ayla perched on the arm of the couch, hugging her articulatio genus, eyes wide. Her breather was quick, chest rising and falling. She couldn't look away. Her idea scream this is wrong while her body pulsed at the melodic theme of being in the middle of it.

Jess moved closer, cupping Ayla's jaw, making her spirit her in the oculus."See how free she looks ?"she murmured."That's what I want you to feel. No shame here, baby."

Marla's voice drifted up, sultry and wicked."Mmm… she's dripping already. You taste like sin, Katherine."

Katherine's laugh was breathless. She dropped to her stifle between Tommy and Marla, looking up at Jess with a darkness, hungry smile.

"Stay right there and ascertain, Jess,"she moaned."Don't you dare advert yourself yet. I want you to see how wet you're gon na get just watching me take them."

Ayla bit her lip. Her thighs squeezed tighter. Jess could see it ... that wide-eyed hungriness, that innocence, the way her body begged for license she didn't even know she wanted.

Tommy unbuckled his pants. Katherine's eyes dropped, licking her mouth. Marla giggled, tracing her nails up Tommy's abs before shoving Katherine's head forward."Go on, slut. Suck it pretty. Let our little angel here see what a real number throat takes."

Katherine moaned around Tommy's shaft as Marla's hand slid between her own thigh. Jess's nails dug into her ribbon, heat coiling low in her belly.

Ayla whispered,"Is she… does she like that ?"

Jess's breath hitched."She loves it. She loves being watched even more."

It was only a matter of time before Jess's own control slipped.

Ayla's eyes gleamed in the low light, human knee pressed tight ... already drowning in the haze of what was about to come.

contribution 2 - The Spiral Deepens

The room felt like a furnace, eubstance glistening, moans echoing, skin slapping skin in roughshod rhythm.

Marla had her back talk buried in Katherine's twat while Tommy stood at the headway of the bed, thrusting his pecker into Katherine's pharynx, hips rolling smooth and powerful. Katherine gagged around him, optic rolling, cheeks streaked with tears, loving every inch.

"ass, yes !"Katherine gasped when Tommy pulled out to smack his thick cock against her lips."Marla, deeper, bonk me with your tongue."

Marla's voice was muffled between wet auditory sensation."open air up wider, bitch, take it."

Across the room, Jess watched with her legs spreading, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her kitty, mouth open, eyes glazed.

Ayla, in the recess, hugged her knees, stunned, flushed, mettle pounding so hard it made her breasts jiggle under her thin storage tank top.

Jess moaned out loud, louder than she meant to."Oh my god, smell at her, that's some ripe fucking, yes child, take that tool, Katherine."

Marla popped up for air, mouth shiny with Katherine's slick."You hear that, slut ? Your lady friend's watching you get ruined. Tommy, switch, this cunt needs cock."

Tommy grinned, grabbed Katherine's hips, and slid in from behind with a thick, powerful poke. Katherine screamed, back arching as her ass buttock clapped so loud Ayla jumped.

Marla crawled over, leaning into Jess's ear."You hear that ? Your girl's getting pounded by the man you love. That wetness, take heed, beef, he's splitting her open."

Jess's centre fluttered."Fuck… oh god, yes, ruin her, Tommy, stop her open."

Ayla watched, thighs squeezing tight, warmness pounding. This is freedom.

Marla slapped Jess's inner second joint."Come here, slut, blindfold time."

Jess trembled as Marla tied the blindfold, her universe going dark. But the sounds got louder, the bed creaking, Katherine's cries, Tommy's deep growls.

Marla's hand tangled in Jess's pilus."Tell us how filthy you are. Confess, bitch."

Jess's spokesperson cracked, her fingers working her purulent harder."I'm a filthy slut, I'd suck his pecker houseclean right now, I'd lap up every fall from her pussy."

Marla laughed."More. Go deeper."

Jess's breath hitched."I did it, I took that twelve-inch dick in my ass, fucking, Marla, it ripped me but it was so fucking good."

Marla paused, eyes wide."Really, you crazy whore ? You actually did it ?"

Katherine, fount pressed into the piece of paper, screamed over her articulatio humeri,"She did ! She begged for that big pecker. strike it like a champ."

Ayla whispered, paw hovering near her own pussy,"dozen inches… oh my god."

Marla grabbed Jess's face."particular. Now."

Jess's vocalisation went ragged."He was huge, duncical nervure, I bent over the bed, inch by inch, I thought I'd pass out, but when he bottomed out I fucking came, like my solid dead body broke, fuck, I want it again, I want him to rip my pussy next."

Katherine, getting drilled, moaned out,"Not until you get me that yacht gangbang, bitch."

Jess moaned,"Say when, say when, I'll set it up, my snatch for your gangbang, baby."

Marla slapped her ass."What else ? Let Ayla get it on how deep the coney hole goes."

Jess went feral."I sucked off my old prof in his car while his married woman was inside grading papers, she almost caught us, his cum dripped on my bird and I still walked back in like nix happened, oh god, it was so wrong, but so good."

Marla looked over at Ayla, who was red-faced, thighs squeezed, her breathing spell stuck in her chest."You hear that, pretty girl ? You see what freedom audio like ?"

Jess let out a rebuke groan."One to a greater extent, you want shocking ? I once let my ex's best friend fuck me on the same bed while he was passed out sot, I loved it, the risk, oh fuck, larrup me."

Marla shoved her face between Jess's peg, licking rough, lips locking around her clit. Tommy, heaving, looked over and pulled out of Katherine.

Katherine crawled under Marla, tongue out, burying her face in Marla's dripping incision. She sucked greedily while Jess screamed into the blindfold.

Tommy grabbed Jess's hips."You ready for me, slut ?"

Jess's answer was a inanimate whimper."Yes, fuck me, get out me, reach Ayla see."

Tommy lined up and slammed in recondite, one savage jab that knocked the air from Jess's lungs.

Katherine's moans vibrated through Marla's pussy, making her cum hard.

The sounds were dirty, Tommy's hips smacking Jess's ass, Katherine's talk noisy between Marla's thighs, Ayla's trembling breath as she watched.

Tommy growled,"Whose pussy is this ?"

Jess sobbed,"Yours, babe, all yours, god, you're so big, hammering me harder, show Ayla what a real man does."

Katherine lifted her head from Marla's snatch long enough to moan,"Fuck, Tommy, you're a animal, ruin her, give her everything."

Jess's final confession ripped out in a sob."I wan na get spit-roasted in a social club, stranger watching, photographic camera out, let them all see this filthy pussy."

Ayla couldn't stop the wetness pooling under her, the dirty word, the corporate trust, the freedom. This is what I want, she thought, someone to break down me open like that.



Part 3 ....

outset Taste of Sin

Tommy's bridge player slammed into Jess's hips, driving her down onto his tool with raw, punishing stroking. The unit room echoed with the abrupt, wet bang of skin, Katherine's gasps blending with Marla's soft moans as she ate her out beside them.

Katherine, still dripping from Tommy's earlier pounding, was buried between Marla's thighs, tongue flicking greedily. Marla was a mess, nails raking the sheets, rosehip bucking against Katherine's mouth.

Ayla sat near the edge of the bed, her eyes wide, her breath shaky. She couldn't see away. Watching Tommy own Jess, watching Jess's eyes roll back from the sheer force of it, it made her thighs pressure together so tight, her heart thudded against her ribs.

Jess's voice broke into dun pleas."F-Fuck… Tommy… ruin me… just like that…"

She turned her flushed human face, found Ayla's regard, the shy young lady watching with parted lips, her fingers tangled in her lap.

"Oh god… Ayla baby… I'm cumming again… come hold me… come here…"

Ayla crawled confining, trembling, heat between her thighs. Katherine lifted her header from Marla's pussy just long enough to smirk.

"odour it all, baby… this is what freedom tastes like."

Ayla knelt beside Jess, eyes darting from Tommy's thick cock to Jess's blissed-out look. Jess grabbed her radiocarpal joint tight, eye wild.

"Baby… this tool is heaven… oh god… someday I want you to palpate it too, Ayla… you'd feeling so cute stuffed full…"

Marla's voice cut through, wickedness and filthy."Tell us more, strumpet. Tell us how fucking filthy you are…"

Jess laughed hoarsely, bucking against Tommy's relentless thrusts."Oh, you want grime ? babe, I want that XII inches in my pussy succeeding, Katherine… I want to feel it rip me candid while Tommy's cock is in your mouth… watching you choke on him while you take that big dick…"

Marla let out a torment moan, licking her brim."Fuck, that's hot."

Jess turned her eyes on Katherine, panting."Watching you fuck that night with Jason and Kirk, baby, that was so hot. You got some expert fuck that night, you dirty bitch…"

Katherine pulled her mouth from Marla's pussycat just long enough to heave out,"Mmm, you loved watching me get ruined, huh ?"

"I did… god, I'd watch every day…"

Jess rocked on Tommy's hammer, her trunk trembling."Give me a fancy, Katherine, fall on, nominate it lousy, make me cum…"

Katherine smirked, eyes half-lidded."I have one now… I'd love to have Ayla watch me by herself, just her and me, watch me get fucked senseless… her innocence would air me over the edge… I'd eat her sweet kitty after, lick up all her middling little wetness…"

Ayla's boldness went hopeful red, but her breath came faster, thighs clamped tight together, her innocence humming like a alive wire.

Jess bucked harder, optic wild."That's so roll in the hay hot… oh god… Marla, your bit. reach me a confession, make it bemire, bitch…"

Marla lifted her head from Katherine's folds, mouth shiny, and laughed darkly."You wan na hear filthy ? I once sucked eight hombre off in a jacuzzi on vacation while my man went to book an digression, then got bent over on the beach by two of them that night. One of those bastards had so much cum, my rima oris overflowed, aspect covered. Still the biggest load I've ever seen."

Jess screamed, thrashing against Tommy's stopcock."Fuuuck, that's so good… oh god, I'm cumming again…"

Ayla's eyes were immense, face flushed with that shy, secret thrill. She didn't even substantiate her hand had drifted between her thigh, pressing tight.

Jess looked at her, hair wild, eyes wild."You like that, Ayla ? You like these confessions, huh baby ? One day you'll have your own, filthy little secrets to spill…"

Tommy's push grew rougher, arduous, slamming into Jess until the bed creaked. Katherine leaned over Marla, panting, licking up her slip, and purred into Ayla's ear.

"Don't be shy, pretty girl. see him fuck her. depend at that force. Someday he'll fuck you like that too, if you're brave adequate to ask…"

Ayla's thighs clenched. She moaned so softly no one heard.

Jess's voice was hoarse, raw, the word pouring out.

"Oh my god, Tommy… yes, yes, ruin me… cum for me, baby… Ayla, make out taste him before he finishes…"

Ayla's solid body trembled, but she crawled closer, her big centre wide as she looked up at Tommy, her interpreter a shy whisper.

"Can I… taste you ?"

Tommy grunted, pulled out, putz dripping. Ayla's bantam hands wrapped around it, her clapper darting out shyly to taste him, Jess's sleek down mixed with his own.

She gave him a few slow, destitute sucks, then giggled, her cheeks blaze red. She carefully guided him back into Jess's kitty-cat, giggling again.

Jess screamed,"commodity girl, Ayla ! smell how sweet you are…"

Tommy slammed in, thrusts brutal, unstoppable. Jess shuddered through another orgasm, binge spilling from her eyes.

When Tommy finally pulled out, tool twitching, Ayla's manpower wrapped around him again, this time with zero disinclination. She stroked him slow up, then faster, eyes locked on his, reverent and sweet.

He erupted, thick circle of cum painting Jess's back, her ass, her thighs.

Jess moaned,"Yesss sister, give me that cum… Ayla, milk him, infant, drain him for me…"

Ayla's shy giggle combine with a flabby groan as she squeezed every drop out, licking a bead from her digit, eyes shining with innocence and smutty wonder.

Katherine and Marla pulled Ayla close, kissing her cheeks, praising her like a stigma new toy.

"You did so good, pretty girl. So courageous. So sweet."

Ayla giggled, hiding her face, but when she peeked up at Tommy again, her eyes glowed with the like night hungriness that would fix her unstoppable.

And with that, her final examination rampart cracked panoptic open.

Chapter 24

"Her Brave Confession"

component 1

Morning-After : The Soft Crack

Ayla lay sprawled in her flyspeck dorm bed, the cheap rag twisted around her hips like a half-hearted cuticle. Her phone buzzed on the pillow beside her, but she couldn't bring herself to resolve it yet. Instead, she lay there, dewy-eyed and restless, toes curling under the cover as last night replayed again and again in her mind.

The garret felt like a prohibit ambition, a creation dipped in candlelight and sweat. shadower moved on brick walls like they were live. Jess's voice, rough, breathless, filthy, still echoed in Ayla's ears.

Spit-roasted in a club… strangers watching… this filthy pussy…

God. Ayla felt her thighs tighten at the remembering, her core clenching with that hangdog thrill. She hadn't even touched herself while it was happening, too shy, too freeze down by how real and raw it was. But now, she couldn't stop.

She had come back to her dorm, slipped under the book binding, and let her hired hand drift between her pegleg for the beginning time in calendar week, not the shy, immediate rub she gave herself in the shower bath, but mysterious, messy, hungry. And when she woke up this morning, the hunger was still there.

Her fingers had slipped under her panties before her creative thinker had even fully woken up, chasing every instant of Katherine on her knees, Tommy's turncock glistening under the warm sparkle, Jess's filthy praises ringing out like a spell.

She could still feel the way her hips had squirmed on that lounge, wanting to rub her clit through her jeans but too afraid individual would notice. Her eyes had locked on Tommy's rough drive, that power she had never imagined wanting. She wanted to swim in it now. She was tired of feeling so damn shy about it.

She finally rolled onto her stomach, propped her telephone set on the pillow, and opened her schmoose with Jess. She typed, deleted, typed again, her thumb trembling as she made herself confess.

Hey. I know it's early. I just… I can't stop thinking about last night.

She paused, the word of honor blurry for a second. Her free helping hand drifted down, fingertips brushing that bid, swollen heat between her thighs. Her nerve flamed as she typed the truth.

I… I touched myself again. More than once. I keep remembering while I didn't even notice in the moment. And they get live every time.

The reply bubble popped up instantly. Jess was always there, like she knew.

Mmm, my sweet-flavored shy thing. What function maintain replaying ?

Ayla let her heart drift shut. Her thighs pressed tighter. She typed with her absolve hand, hips shifting on the mattress.

You. Your oral fissure. The way you talk. You were so wild. It was like you didn't care if they heard every dirty matter. You wanted them to.

She let out a shaky breath as she admitted more.

It made me want to rub my clit so bad right there. But I was too scared. I wish I had. I'm so wet just thinking about it now.

She added one concluding truth, the one that scared her most.

Tommy… God. He was unreal. I can't stop thinking about how he fucked you. The way he looked at you. I keep hearing his moan. It's like he's in my head.

She hit send. Waited. Her center thudded so gimcrack she could get wind it Echo in her bones.

Jess's resolution came soft, strong, but edged with that bite Ayla craved.

Good. Let it stay in your head. That's what exemption feels like, baby. Not shame, hunger. I want you athirst. I want you desperate for more. And you know what ? We'll make certainly you get it. But at your speed.

Ayla whimpered under her breath, her fingers pressing harder between her second joint. She needed more. She needed to feel less alone in how filthy her creative thinker was becoming.

She typed it before she could misplace her nerve.

I want to hear how to speak like you do. When you say those filthy affair, it's like your whole body loves it. I want that. I've been whispering colly things to myself since. But I choke up. I get shy.

Jess's next substance hit her like a warmly helping hand on her throat.

Then let's trade, baby. You teach me how to make a motion like you dance and I'll teach you to profess every cruddy thing your fresh mind thinks. make out ?

Ayla's giggle bubbled out, soft, girlish, but already dripping with that rut she was so afraid to own.

great deal. You're gon na wee me a monster.

No, baby. I'm gon na realise you free.

Ayla's heart felt so broad it could explode. One more intellection pressed up, shy but impossible to keep in.

Do you intend Tommy liked when I tasted him ?

There it was, her rattling hunger.

Jess's reply was a grin she could hear in her head.

lack me to add you to the group chat ? Ask him yourself. Be brave.

Ayla's men shook. Her thighs squeezed tight. She bit her lip until it hurt, then whispered the truth to herself. Brave. Be brave.

She hit send.

Yes. Add me. Please.

She pressed her face to the pillow, muffling her shaky jest and the petite moan that slipped out when she imagined Tommy's vocalism answering her

Part 2 confession.

A minute later, the new chat opened.

Tommy, Jess, Katherine, Ayla

Jess broke the tension first, her smell warm, mischievous.

look who we have here sweet Ayla. Be skillful. She's braver than she thinks.

Katherine's public figure popped up right away, soft but with that edge that always made Ayla's thigh press together.

Mmm, welcome, pretty girl. You looked so sweet watching us. I could see those all-embracing eyes the whole time.

Ayla's face burned. Her fingers hovered over the keys. Be brave. She typed.

I can't stop over thinking about it. I've touched myself to it more than once. It gets hotter every time I remember more.

Tommy's reply was speedy, not dirty, but with that steadily estrus that always seemed to melt her spine.

That's good. You're supposed to. naught to be shy about. You were so sweet that night.

Her heart rate skipped. Something inside her pushed her further.

She tapped Tommy's name for a private message. Her chest squeezed tight as she typed.

Did you really like how I sucked you ?

It took a moment, then his reply came back, slow, sure, sweet-but-naughty.

Yes. I loved it. You have the prettiest back talk, Ayla. And your eyes. You looked up at me like you wanted to be ruined. Made me cum so hard after.

Ayla's thighs clenched. She blushed, typing back.

Really ? I thought I looked silly.

No. You looked perfect. You made me lose it. You should see your aspect when you're brave, baby. It's beautiful.

She squealed into her pillow and flipped back to the principal radical, sum hammering.

The scene I can't stop thinking about was Jess in that blindfold. The way you talked so ill-gotten, Jess. It was so hot. I got more turned on every word.

Ha ! You like my filthy sassing, huh ? It's my special talent. need me to teach you ?

I'd dear that. I've been whispering thing to myself since. It makes me so wet.

Good girlfriend. You teach me to dance, I'll Teach you to be the lousy shy girl alive.

Ayla's hands shook as she typed her next confession.

Katherine. You looked so beautiful while you were fucking. You're like art. I couldn't stopover staring.

Mmm, baby. Thank you. That means so much. You should see how I look up close when I'm really getting pounded. You'd dearest it.

Ayla's breath caught. She slipped into Katherine's secret messages, beat racing.

I'd love to find out you. Just you. I think I could learn a lot.

Anytime you want, baby. Just say the word. Knowing your somewhat eyes are on me would make water me even filthier.

Really ? I'd dearest that. It's such a round on.

rear in the independent chat, the praise came mollify but sure.

aspect at you, Ayla. You're opening up already. So majestic. See ? No shame. Just say it when you want it.

You don't have to hold back, Ayla. We'll never justice you. We like you just the way you are, sweet and a lilliputian dirty under it.

Ayla's thumbs hovered. Her pulse thundered. She felt her belly clench as her last piffling bravery poured out.

I'm so horny now. I keep picturing Tommy's cock. I'd love to taste him again. Soon.

For a moment, the group fell silent, then three answer hit at once.

Mmm, sister. You'll get your taste. We'll make it happen.

Anytime you want, pretty girl. Your mouth is always welcome.

Good young lady. keep being brave. I love this side of you.

Ayla pressed her second joint together, biting her lip, that shy, secret giggle bubbling up in her chest.

Ayla stared at her headphone, still buzzing from the last gay subject matter she sent. A new text came in.

Jess texted, We should get out this weekend. Just you and me relaxing somewhere pretty.

Ayla smiled, then chewed her lip. Eric is going to want to come this weekend, she typed. He's been Wyrd since the garret. I don't think he'll let it go.

Another burp appeared. Jess wrote, That's amercement. We'll keep it light. Lake bar on the edge of town. String lights. Music. You'll spirit gorgeous.

Katherine chimed in a moment later. I'm out of town this weekend. Sorry, baby. Rain baulk. Make her radiancy for me.

Ayla hesitated, then sent, Okay. I'll seminal fluid. If Eric ticket along, he can do his own thing. I'll do mine.

Tommy finally replied, unawares and warmly. I'll be there.

Jess sent one Thomas More message. Wear something that makes you finger brave.

Ayla set the phone on her chest and stared at the ceiling, pith thudding. Brave, she whispered. Okay.

Part 3

The Lake Party : Ayla's Slow Burn

The lakefront bar sat on the far sharpness of township, half dock, one-half terpsichore trading floor, strung with warm incandescent lamp that glowed like fireflies in the dusk. medicine pulsed out over the water, low and sticky-sweet. It was the sort of place where secret went to get drunk and sunburned and begged to be remembered the future morning.

Jess was the first off to arrive with Ayla in tow. Ayla's intimation caught when she caught her reflection in the window. For once she didn't look like the shy girl in baggy fret. Her hair was brushed out in shining Robert Curl, tumbling down her shoulders. A bantam crop top clung to her flaccid curve, showing just a soupcon of that flat tire belly and the teasing lines of her abs. bantam short pants hugged her peach-round ass, dungaree tight enough to hinge upon up when she walked.

She looked right. She felt it too, even if her bridge player shook a short when she adjusted her top.

Jess saw it all. She slipped her arm around Ayla's waist, leaning in close so only she could hear.

"You're turning heading already, baby,"she teased.

Ayla giggled, tugging at her short circuit self-consciously."Stop… I feel so naked."

Jess smirked."skilful. Let them look."

Inside, Tommy waited by the railing, one forearm propped against the wood light beam, beer bottle in script, centre on the water like he owned the whole night. He turned when they stepped up. That easily grin. The way his centre dragged over Ayla made her stomach dip : hot, sugariness, and so, so dangerous.

Eric shuffled awkwardly behind them, his hand tight around his drinkable. He wore his irritation like a bad cologne water, the nerdy boyfriend no one really saw except as Ayla's unnecessary shadow.

Tommy greeted Jess first, pulling her in by the pelvic arch, kissing her deep and slack, just enough to nominate Ayla's thighs squeeze together. Then his oculus found her, softer now, but no less heavy.

"You look incredible tonight,"he said. Calm. Confident. Like he knew she'd melt for it.

Ayla ducked her straits, brass warm."Thank you…"she said, her vocalisation like spun sugar.

Eric muttered something under his breath but no one caught it. Jess was already tugging Ayla finisher, pressing a common cold swallow into her hand.

"Relax,"she whispered against Ayla's ear."Just lookout man. Just feel."

Later, the medicine swelled up, something with a sluggish, thick bass. The dock spark turned golden, shadows dancing on bare shoulders and lake water. Jess grabbed Ayla's hand, pulling her toward the jammed floor.

Tommy stayed back at offset, weapon folded, watching them from the railing. His strong chest in a squiffy black tee, summertime tan deep, veins coiling down his forearms. The young lady on the dock pretended not to look, but they all did. Ayla saw it, felt the weird pull in her belly.

She leaned into Jess's side."They're staring at him,"she whispered.

Jess laughed, tossing her tomentum over her shoulder."Of course they are. Look at him, he's a walking fucking fantasy."

Ayla's eyes lingered on him, tracing every line, the slope of his shoulders, the way his eyes pinned her in place even from across the dock. The butterflies in her belly burst wide open.

Jess spun in straw man of her, grabbing Ayla's hips, pulling her stopping point so their thighs brushed. Ayla squeaked, giggling, but she didn't back away. Jess's brim brushed her ear :"terpsichore with me. Show him how sweet you can move."

The beat dropped. Ayla hesitated only a irregular, then let herself go. It started easy : her hip joint rolling face to side, low, irritating circles. She felt the eyes on her, not just Tommy's, but the strangers around them, men and charwoman alike. It made her dizzy. Wet.

When her middle flicked up, Tommy was leaning against a Emily Price Post now, coat of arms still crossed, watching her with that shadow hunger that made her knees feel like sugar. Jess's smile was wicked when she saw it.

"That's right, pretty girl,"Jess murmured, spinning behind her now, men skimming Ayla's shank."spring him a show."

Ayla sucked her seat lip between her tooth. She moved dull, hips rolling like water, that secret dancer self flickering to aliveness. When she caught a coup d'oeil of a girl on the wharf staring at Tommy like a snack, something in Ayla flared hot.

She danced bolder, back arched, piffling shank winding. Jess's laughter in her ear was half kudos, half dare.

"facial expression at him,"Jess teased."God, he's hypnotized."

When Ayla peeked back, Tommy was no longer proclivity. He was standing straight, jaw tight, beer forgotten. Their middle met : a spark that felt like a couple in a dry field.

And she fed on it. She turned around, facing him fully now, and let her body do what it knew best : slow, sinuous sway ; that innocent face paired with a roll of her pelvis that was anything but. She brushed her hands down her own sides, over the curve of her thighs.

The mass around them faded. There was no crowd anymore, just Ayla's pretty, soft body, moving like she wanted to be watched. And Tommy. Watching like he could eat her alive.

Jess nudged her forward, and Ayla drifted, step by step, until she was close enough to stir him. She pressed her hands to his chest, giggling shyly when his script fell to her waist, strong and warm.

He leaned down, backtalk brushing her ear, his voice so low she shivered.

"You keep moving like that, baby, and you'll get exactly what you want."

She giggled again, but her center were full of fire now. She let him grow her, pluck her back against his social movement, his workforce splaying over her belly, down to the swell of her coxa. She felt him, the weight of him, the promise of what that stopcock would do to her. Her breath hitched.

Jess joined them, pressing up against Ayla's early side. Her hired man slid down Ayla's thigh, nails dragging softly."Look at you, sweet girl. Look at you."

From his perch at a position mesa, Eric sat freeze, eyes wide behind his chalk. He looked so low. So out of place. He watched his shy lady friend, the girl who once flinched if he kissed her neck in public, grinding tardily and wiggly between a man built like a sin and a female child who made skank look like art.

He tried to reckon away. He couldn't.

When the song slowed, Ayla didn't even realize how close she'd gotten to Tommy's ear, how her sassing brushed his jaw when she whispered :"I want you to watch me all night."

He squeezed her hip."I am."

Her center dropped, just for a second, to the gibbosity straining against his jeans, thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She licked her lips.

When they pulled apart, Jess wrapped an arm around her articulatio humeri, kissing her hair.

"You're shtup stunning,"Jess murmured."You know that, right ?"

Ayla laughed, dizzy, flushed."I do now."

She caught Tommy's eye one More prison term, and her shy little smile said everything.

The lake party buzzed around them, heat and coup d'oeil making Ayla's pulse subspecies. Tommy had booked a hotel just in case they needed a place to crash if they got too drunk, though mostly it was for him ... college and aloofness made bit like this rare.

Jess nudged Ayla as they walked to the car, whispering teasing things that made her shiver. Eric trailed behind, stiff and silent, holding his swallow like it could protect him.

By the time they checked in, the tension from the docking facility hadn't faded. Ayla perched on the edge of the sofa, middle throb, as Tommy leaned in fill up and Jess slid beside her. Eric sank into the armchair, unsure, watching, as the night shifted from playful to something far more dangerous.

Part 4

The Sweetest Fall

The hotel room felt too minuscule for the heat building in Ayla's dresser. She perched on the border of the couch beside Jess, her spare knee brushing Tommy's thigh. The jean of his denim was ardent under her peel. Her heart rate thudded so trashy she wondered if Jess could pick up it.

Eric sat clay in the unity armchair across from them, shoulders hunched, beer half-finished. He barely spoke all Night, just watched her, watched Tommy, like a deer caught between fear and fascination.

Ayla licked her lips. Her vocalism was so flabby it almost died in her throat."Tommy… um… can I… see it ? Just for a s ?"

Tommy smiled, that slow, calm, sinewy grin that made her thighs squeezing tight."You wan na see my cock, sweet fille ?"

She nodded, shy but trembling with wishing."Please. Just… I want to know what I've been dreaming about."

Eric barked a laugh, bitter, raw."Ayla. Really ? right hand in front of me ?"

She turned her head, nerve flushed pinko, but her part didn't falter."Eric… you said you'd always let me try what I wanted. Didn't you ? So sit there. Watch me be brave for once."

Her hands trembled as she reached for Tommy's belt, hint espial when her knuckles brushed the heavy schema straining his zipper.

Tommy watched her like a king watching a giving unwrap itself."Go wearisome, pretty girl. conduct your time."

She freed him, thick and half-hard, already hot in her palm. She gasped softly, fingertips tracing a vein, eyes wide like she was studying prevent art.

"Oh… oh my god…"Her voice cracked into a giggle."It's so… big."

Tommy's low chuckle made her belly flip."Not scared, are you ?"

She shook her head."No… just… excited."

Eric exhaled, voice dripping acid but tinged with wishing."Ayla… you said look. That's not just looking."

She turned, a shy grinning curling the bound of her lips."Then close your eyes. Or picket. But I'm not stopping."

She leaned in, her warm breathing place ghosting over Tommy's tip. She kissed it once, a feather-soft muckle that made Tommy's hand pearl to her hair.

"Good girlfriend,"he murmured."appreciation it."

Her lip parted, wrapping around the wooden-headed poll, careful and gentle, like her first forbidden salt lick of ice ointment on a hot day. She moaned, surprised at how serious it felt, how powerful.

"Mmm…"She pulled back, breath shaky."Eric… did you see ? He's so quick. I like it."

Eric grunted, shifting uncomfortably, his own turncock a dull ache in his jeans."Fuck… Ayla, you shouldn't. I hate this. It's… fuck, it's so hot, but it's wrong."

She giggled, flaccid and girlish, curling into wickedness."Is it ? Or is it just what I need ?"

She licked Tommy again, slower, bolder, tongue tracing the scratch."This is what a genuine cock tactile property like, Eric. It's thick… heavy… real."

Tommy stroked her fuzz back, vox velvet-dark."unresolved wider, sister. Don't be shy."

She did, slipping him deeper this prison term, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue danced under his shaft. The wet sounds made Eric squirm. Ayla popped off with a pant, face garden pink, lips glossy.

"Mmm… it fits my backtalk so well, doesn't it ?"she said dreamily. She looked over at Eric, knuckles ovalbumin on the chair arm."You don't fuck my backtalk like this, baby. You never did."

Jess let out a low, approving hum."God, look at her. She's perfect."

Tommy guided her down again, his hips rolling just a little, feeding her in by inch. Ayla moaned, gagging softly, then giggled as she pulled back, spit clinging to her chin.

"Eric…"Her voice was a sweet whimper, dripping poison."You hate it, huh ? But you can't looking away."

He snapped, voice raw."It's fucked up, Ayla. I hate it. But I'm… fuck."

She laughed again, soft and vicious, before wrapping her mouth around Tommy, sucking deeper. She popped off with a lousy slurp."I love it. I love how big he is. I want to serve this dick… make it experience good… make it arrogate me."

Eric groaned, shame painting his impertinence red.

She stroked Tommy with both hands, dense spin, lingua flicking over the jacket crown."This is the cock you submit to, Eric. You know that, right ? This is the cock I dream about when I finger myself in bed next to you."

Jess gasped, turned on beyond tidings."holy piece of ass, Ayla. You're stunning."

Tommy's voice rumbled low."You feel so expert, confection girl. You're gon na make me cum so hard."

Ayla moaned, rolling her hips, early manus slipping under her tiny short pants, finger buried in her drip pussy."Mmm… yes… god… I want you to ruin me, Tommy. Twist me up like a pretzel… hammer me until I cry."

She turned her head, hair falling over one eye, back talk still wide-cut of spit and dirty word."Eric, baby… you can stay if you want. But soon I'm gon na give him this snatch too. And I don't think you can stop me."

Eric whimpered, humiliated and painfully hard.

Ayla plunge back down, moan muffled around Tommy's cock, hired man working him grueling, faster, sloppy."Mmm… fuck… you taste so good, Tommy… fill my mouth, baby… make me take back it all…"

Jess egged her on, proud purr."Do it, child. Be the trade good little girl you want to be."

Ayla trembled, fingers fucking herself harder as Tommy pulsed against her tongue.

Tommy let out a low growl, hips rocking shallowly."Open up, pretty girl… here it comes."

He erupted, thickset, hot roach splashing her tongue, dripping past her backtalk. Ayla moaned, swallowing greedily, letting some spill ... milklike band on her mentum, chest heaving.

She looked at Eric through half-lidded eyes, a dessert, ruined angel with a daimon's smile."This is me now, babe. ascertain me bloom."

Ayla let Tommy slip from her lips, face flushed, chin shiny with spit and cum. Breath trembling, she guided his thick shaft along her impudence, smearing the warmheartedness across her flushed skin like she was marking herself. She giggled shyly, optic fluttering."Mmm… so warm… I love how it feels on my face…"

Tommy's grin softened into pride, hunger, possession. He brushed his thumb across her sticky lip, coaxing her to spread out for one Thomas More taste."You're a good girl, Ayla. So sweet-scented. So brave."

Ayla moaned, nuzzling the tip against her jaw, leaving syncope lead of his outlet. She breathed out, vocalism trembling, eyes locked to his.

"My metrical unit on your articulatio humeri soon… this cryptic in me…"she whispered, giggling through her shyness."I'm yours to do what you like."

Tommy's fingers slid into her pilus, tilting her chin up."Really, pretty little girl ?"

Ayla shivered, still rubbing his cock along her impudence."Yes… yes, it's yours. more than perfect for my pussy…"

Eric let out a broken sound, half choked, half aroused, watching his sweet girl lambency with smutty entry. Ayla just turned her headway, licking the tip again, claiming him with one last shy convolution of her tongue.

Jess slid behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her neck."Look at you, baby… so sweet, so filthy. I'm so gallant of you."

Ayla giggled, mild, dizzy, a little shy again as the haze faded. She nuzzled her look against Tommy's rooster one last time, purring to seal her promise.

"Next time…"she breathed, centre locked on his."adjacent time… I want it all."

Eric sat stock-still, drowning in pity and arousal. Jess stroked Ayla's hair like she'd been crowned. Ayla, sticky, trembling, glowing, had never felt more alert .