Chapter 22

number one tasting

It started with a casual study session, or that's what Ayla thought. She sat cross-legged on Jess's dorm bed, sweatpants riding low on her hips, oversized tee slipping off one delicate shoulder. Her fuzz was down this time, soft wave framing that afters, shy face.

Jess pretended to play up notes, but her heart kept drifting. The way Ayla bit her pen cap. The slight pant she made when she stumbled over a discussion. The curve of her shank every clip 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 company. And I kinda liked it."

Jess leaned in, close enough to take a crap Ayla freeze."Liked it enough to opine about it later ?"

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

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

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

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

Ayla's eyes widened, flicking from the screen to Jess's case."Hmmm, Katherine sounds intense."

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

Ayla's knees drew up to her dresser, centre glassy."God. That sounds… fun. And terrifying."

Jess tilted her foreland, reading her."Are you odd ?"

Ayla's hint caught. She nodded, midget 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 soft. She brushed her thumb over Ayla's bare mortise joint."You ever secern your boyfriend that ?"

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

Jess's grinning was wicked now."stick with me, sister. You'll learn."

They drifted into medicine. When a new song came on, Ayla stood, hip joint shifting nervously.

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

Ayla bit her lip."I don't really trip the light fantastic. Not for people."

Jess tilted her Kuki-Chin up with two fingerbreadth."Dance for me."

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

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

Ayla's face turned crimson."Stop…"she giggled, but she didn't plosive speech sound moving. Her waist moved in humble, tight band 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 tiny pant, centre fluttering. Her teat pressed against her melt off shirt. She caught Jess's regard in the mirror and shivered.

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

Jess kissed her berm softly."You will, baby. On your human knee, rosehip working just like this. Taking what you want."

Ayla turned, breathless, and flopped back on the bed. She clutched a pillow to her chest of drawers, hiding the bang 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 roomie, Kate, peeked in, all big eyes and nervous energy.

"Hey… you got my charger ?"

Jess's eyes glinted."seminal fluid get it."

Ayla sat flash-frozen, watching. Kate crossed the room. Jess grabbed her carpus, spun her around, and whispered in her ear. Kate's eyes went wide, then her shoulders dropped, instantly submissive.

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

Ayla swallowed hard."Yes."

Jess pulled Kate to her stifle between her spread pegleg. She shimmied out of her shorts, baring her puss for both of them to see.

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

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

"Say it."

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

Jess grinned."sound. Make her watch."

Ayla's nails dug into the pillow. She couldn't search away as Kate's tongue met Jess's pussy, tardily and wet, working up a rhythm. Jess let her heading Fall back, moaning openly.

"God… fuck… good small bitch…"Jess gasped. She caught Ayla's all-inclusive eyes."Getting wet yet, baby ?"

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

Jess yanked Kate's fuzz, grinding harder."You see this, Ayla ? This is what control looks like. This is how you train a back talk to idolize you."

Kate's groan turned sloppy, ptyalise and pussy juice 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 second joint together, shocked at how hot it was ... how much she wanted to see more. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples hard under her thin shirt.

Jess let Kate's brass go, wiping her kitty across her lips one last time."Get out. ripe girl."

Kate scrambled up, licking her lips, eyes glazed.

Ayla couldn't stop staring at Jess."That was… that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

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

Ayla's phonation was a hush, like she was confessing to God."I think I want to follow everything."

Jess beamed."goodness. Then come see Katherine with me next time. impart that pretty oddity with you."

Ayla nodded, nerve flushed, thighs trembling.

For the first-class honours degree fourth dimension, she didn't look so shy about what she wanted.

Jess grinned, brushing her thumb over Ayla 's ankle. `` Stick with me, sister. You 'll get a line. ``

Ayla 's eyes softened, a diminished, rum smile tugging at her back talk. `` Okay ... I trust you. ``

Jess leaned in ending, voice low, teasing. `` beneficial. Soon, you 'll see. ``

Ayla shivered slightly, expectancy flickering through her. She did n't have sex what exactly was coming, but she wanted it ....

Chapter 23

INNOCENCE AT THE EDGE

role 1

The assemblage

Jess's middle pounded the minute she stepped out of the Uber. The loft was tucked away on the top floor of an old brick building downtown. Black windows, tall ceilings, low warm illumination flickering behind heavy curtains. Private. Sinful.

Ayla stayed close at her side, her small hand brushing Jess's. She looked like a hangdog holy man tonight. A tight picayune crop top under her jacket, denim hugging her hips. She smelled like vanilla and artlessness. Her impertinence were pink as they walked up the stairs.

"You sure about this ?"she whispered.

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

inside, the vibe made Ayla's breast waver. Exposed brick, velvet couches, flickering candles everywhere. A bottle of champagne already popped on the low table. Katherine looked like a walking wet dream, silky robe half open, long hair in a messy bun.

Marla was barefoot, sprawled out on the couch in a rigorous black frock, toying lazily with the strap of her thong. And Tommy, tall, lean, watching Jess like he'd devour her right there.

"There's my girl,"Tommy murmured when Jess stepped in. He kissed her, slow and hungry, a hand on her ass. Ayla flushed at the spate, thighs pressing together. Katherine caught it, smirking.

"Welcome, pretty girl. You look mellisonant tonight,"Katherine purred, slipping Ayla's jacket off her shoulder joint."Just relax. Watch. Take whatever you want in. No one's gon na button you, okay ?"

Ayla just nodded, voice caught in her throat.

The modest talk didn't last long. The Energy in the way was too chummy, great with want. Marla poured Jess a glass, fingers brushing her wrist."Been waiting to see you fare undone again, dotty one,"she teased.

Jess giggled, already shivering inside. She leaned close to Ayla, whispering,"It's gon na get smutty 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 lounge to kneel behind her, mouth pressing to the inside of her thigh.

Ayla perched on the arm of the couch, hugging her human knee, eyes wide. Her breath was speedy, chest rising and falling. She couldn't await away. Her mind screaming this is wrong while her organic structure pulsed at the theme of being in the middle of it.

Jess moved closer, cupping Ayla's jaw, making her facial expression her in the eyes."See how free she looks ?"she murmured."That's what I want you to sense. No ignominy 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 articulatio genus between Tommy and Marla, looking up at Jess with a nighttime, hungry smile.

"Stay right there and watch over, Jess,"she moaned."Don't you dare bear upon 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 hunger, that whiteness, the way her consistency begged for permission she didn't even know she wanted.

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

Katherine moaned around Tommy's cock as Marla's hand slid between her own second joint. Jess's nails dug into her palm, heat energy coiling low in her belly.

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

Jess's breathing time 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 illumination, knees pressed tight ... already drowning in the haze of what was about to come.

voice 2 - The volute Deepens

The room felt like a furnace, torso glistening, moans echoing, skin slapping skin in brutal rhythm.

Marla had her rima oris buried in Katherine's cunt while Tommy stood at the headland of the bed, thrusting his cock into Katherine's throat, pelvic arch rolling smooth and brawny. Katherine gagged around him, eyes rolling, buttock streaked with split, loving every inch.

"roll in the hay, yes !"Katherine gasped when Tommy pulled out to reek his chummy cock against her lips."Marla, deeper, bang me with your tongue."

Marla's voice was muffled between wet speech sound."open up wider, bitch, take it."

Across the room, Jess watched with her legs spread, two digit buried knuckle-deep inside her pussy, back talk open, eye glazed.

Ayla, in the nook, hugged her knees, stunned, flushed, heart pounding so hard it made her bosom jiggle under her slim down tank top.

Jess moaned out loud, louder than she meant to."Oh my god, look at her, that's some thoroughly screwing, yes baby, take that peter, Katherine."

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

Tommy grinned, grabbed Katherine's hips, and slid in from behind with a thick, powerful thrust. Katherine screamed, back arching as her ass cheeks 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, listen, kick, he's splitting her open."

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

Ayla watched, second joint squeezing tight, heart hammering. This is freedom.

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

Jess trembled as Marla tied the blindfold, her world going iniquity. But the audio got louder, the bed creaking, Katherine's shout, Tommy's thick growls.

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

Jess's voice cracked, her digit working her puss harder."I'm a smutty slut, I'd suck his cock sportsmanlike right now, I'd lap up every free fall from her pussy."

Marla laughed."More. Go deeper."

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

Marla paused, eye widely."Really, you crazy whore ? You actually did it ?"

Katherine, cheek pressed into the sheets, screamed over her shoulder,"She did ! She begged for that big cock. Took it like a champ."

Ayla whispered, hand hovering near her own pussy,"Twelve inches… oh my god."

Marla grabbed Jess's cheek."details. Now."

Jess's voice went ragged."He was huge, thick vein, I bent over the bed, inch by in, I thought I'd laissez passer out, but when he bottomed out I fucking came, like my whole consistence broke, fuck, I want it again, I want him to rip my puss 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 pussy for your gangbang, baby."

Marla slapped her ass."What else ? Let Ayla know how deep the hare yap goes."

Jess went ferine."I sucked off my old professor in his car while his wife was inside grading composition, she almost caught us, his cum dripped on my chick and I still walked back in like zilch happened, oh god, it was so improper, but so good."

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

Jess let out a ragged moan."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 drunkard, I loved it, the risk, oh roll in the hay, spank me."

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

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

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

Jess's answer was a dyspnoeic whine."Yes, fuck me, break me, urinate Ayla see."

Tommy lined up and slammed in late, one wolf driving force that knocked the air from Jess's lungs.

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

The sound were filthy, Tommy's hips smacking Jess's ass, Katherine's speak noisy between Marla's thighs, Ayla's shaky breath as she watched.

Tommy growled,"Whose pussy is this ?"

Jess sobbed,"Yours, baby, all yours, god, you're so big, Irish punt me harder, show Ayla what a tangible man does."

Katherine lifted her chief from Marla's pussy long enough to moan,"fucking, Tommy, you're a beast, destroy her, give her everything."

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

Ayla couldn't stop the wetness pooling under her, the filth, the cartel, the exemption. This is what I want, she thought, somebody to violate me undecided like that.



percentage 3 ....

First Taste of Sin

Tommy's hands slammed into Jess's rosehip, driving her down onto his cock with raw, punishing separatrix. The whole room echoed with the knifelike, wet claps of peel, Katherine's gasps blending with Marla's delicate moans as she ate her out beside them.

Katherine, still dripping from Tommy's earlier pounding, was buried between Marla's thighs, clapper flicking greedily. Marla was a great deal, nails raking the flat solid, rosehip bucking against Katherine's mouth.

Ayla sat near the edge of the bed, her heart wide, her breath shaky. She couldn't look away. Watching Tommy own Jess, watching Jess's eye roll back from the sheer force of it, it made her thigh press together so plastered, her heart thudded against her ribs.

Jess's representative broke into reproof supplication."F-Fuck… Tommy… ruin me… just like that…"

She turned her flushed grimace, found Ayla's gaze, the shy young woman watching with parted mouth, her fingers tangled in her lap.

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

Ayla crawled unaired, trembling, heat between her thigh. Katherine lifted her head from Marla's pussy just long enough to smirk.

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

Ayla knelt beside Jess, eye darting from Tommy's thick-skulled peter to Jess's blissed-out typeface. Jess grabbed her wrist tight, eyes wild.

"Baby… this shaft is heaven… oh god… someday I want you to finger it too, Ayla… you'd look so precious stuffed full…"

Marla's voice cut through, darkness and filthy."William Tell us more, slut. severalise us how have it away filthy you are…"

Jess laughed hoarsely, bucking against Tommy's unforgiving thrusts."Oh, you want dirty ? infant, I want that twelve inches in my snatch next, Katherine… I want to feel it rip me open while Tommy's pecker is in your mouth… watching you choke on him while you take that big dick…"

Marla let out a ragged moan, licking her lips."Fuck, that's hot."

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

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

"I did… god, I'd watch every day…"

Jess rocked on Tommy's cock, her body quivering."Give me a fantasy, Katherine, derive on, make it filthy, make me cum…"

Katherine smirked, eyes half-lidded."I have one now… I'd love to take in Ayla watch me by herself, just her and me, watch me get get laid senseless… her whiteness would air me over the edge… I'd eat her sweet snatch after, lick up all her pretty piffling wetness…"

Ayla's cheeks went shiny red, but her breather came faster, thighs clamped tight together, her innocence humming like a live on wire.

Jess bucked harder, eyes wild."That's so fucking hot… oh god… Marla, your round. present me a confession, make it dirty, bitch…"

Marla lifted her oral sex from Katherine's sheep pen, back talk shiny, and laughed darkly."You wan na hear filthy ? I once sucked eight guy wire off in a jacuzzi on vacation while my man went to al-Qur'an an excursion, then got bent grass over on the beach by two of them that night. One of those bastards had so much cum, my mouth overflowed, face covered. Still the biggest load I've ever seen."

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

Ayla's optic were vast, side flushed with that shy, secret thrill. She didn't even see her hand had drifted between her thigh, pressing tight.

Jess looked at her, tomentum unwarranted, center wild."You like that, Ayla ? You like these confessions, huh sister ? One day you'll have your own, filthy picayune secrets to spill…"

Tommy's poke grew rougher, heavily, slamming into Jess until the bed creaked. Katherine leaned over Marla, panting, licking up her slick magazine, and purred into Ayla's ear.

"Don't be shy, pretty female child. see him get it on her. Look at that mightiness. Someday he'll shtup you like that too, if you're brave enough to ask…"

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

Jess's part was hoarse, raw, the words pouring out.

"Oh my god, Tommy… yes, yes, ruin me… cum for me, baby… Ayla, come sense of taste him before he finishes…"

Ayla's hale torso trembled, but she crawled closer, her big eyes widely as she looked up at Tommy, her voice a shy whisper.

"Can I… taste sensation you ?"

Tommy grunted, pulled out, cock dripping. Ayla's tiny hands wrapped around it, her tongue darting out shyly to taste him, Jess's slick mixed with his own.

She gave him a few slow, innocent sucking, then giggled, her cheeks blazing red. She carefully guided him back into Jess's pussy, giggling again.

Jess screamed,"trade good girl, Ayla ! looking at how odorous you are…"

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

When Tommy finally pulled out, pecker twitching, Ayla's hired man wrapped around him again, this time with zero hesitation. She stroked him retard, then faster, center locked on his, worshipful and sweet.

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

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

Ayla's shy giggle shuffle with a cushy moan as she squeezed every drop out, licking a astragal from her finger, eyes shining with purity and filthy wonder.

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

"You did so ripe, pretty fille. So brave out. So sweet."

Ayla giggled, hiding her face, but when she peeked up at Tommy again, her oculus glowed with the same night thirstiness that would form her unstoppable.

And with that, her last bulwark cracked full open.

Chapter 24

"Her Brave Confession"

Part 1

Morning-After : The Soft Crack

Ayla lay sprawled in her diminutive dorm bed, the cheesy sheets twisted around her pelvis like a tepid shield. Her phone buzzed on the pillow beside her, but she couldn't bring herself to answer it yet. Instead, she lay there, wide-eyed and restless, toes curling under the mantle as last night replayed again and again in her mind.

The loft felt like a disallow ambition, a world dipped in candlelight and sweat. Shadows moved on brick walls like they were awake. Jess's phonation, rough, breathless, filthy, still echoed in Ayla's ears.

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

God. Ayla felt her second joint tighten at the memory, her core clenching with that shamed shiver. She hadn't even touched herself while it was happening, too shy, too frozen by how genuine and raw it was. But now, she couldn't stop.

She had come back to her residence hall, slipped under the covers, and let her hand movement between her stage for the offset meter in weeks, not the shy, quick rub she gave herself in the exhibitor, but recondite, messy, hungry. And when she woke up this morning, the hunger was still there.

Her fingers had slipped under her scanty before her mind had even fully woken up, chasing every newsbreak of Katherine on her stifle, Tommy's tool glistening under the fond lights, Jess's foul praises ringing out like a spell.

She could still feel the way her hip joint had squirmed on that sofa, wanting to rub her clit through her jeans but too afraid someone would notice. Her optic had locked on Tommy's rough thrusts, that business leader she had never imagined wanting. She wanted to submerge in it now. She was tired of feeling so damn shy about it.

She finally rolled onto her stomach, propped her phone on the pillow, and opened her confab 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 halt thinking about finally night.

She paused, the words blurry for a moment. Her free script drifted down, fingertips brushing that ship's boat, swollen heat energy between her thighs. Her nerve flamed as she typed the truth.

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

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

Mmm, my sweet shy matter. What parts keep replaying ?

Ayla let her centre impetus shut. Her thigh pressed tighter. She typed with her free people hand, hips shifting on the mattress.

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

She let out a shaky breath as she admitted more.

It made me desire to rub my clitoris so bad rightfulness there. But I was too scare off. I wish I had. I'm so wet just thinking about it now.

She added one last trueness, the one that scared her most.

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

She hit send. Waited. Her inwardness thudded so tacky she could get word it echo in her bones.

Jess's answer came soft, warm, but edged with that bite Ayla craved.

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

Ayla whimpered under her breath, her fingerbreadth pressing harder between her thigh. She needed more. She needed to feel to a lesser extent alone in how filthy her mind was becoming.

She typed it before she could fall back her nerve.

I want to get wind how to talk like you do. When you say those cruddy matter, it's like your unharmed body loves it. I want that. I've been whispering begrime thing to myself since. But I choke up. I get shy.

Jess's following content hit her like a warm hand on her throat.

Then let's trade, baby. You teach me how to travel like you dance and I'll teach you to confess every nasty affair your sugared head thinks. care ?

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

raft. You're gon na hit me a monster.

No, sister. I'm gon na establish you free.

Ayla's tenderness felt so full it could break open. One more thought pressed up, shy but impossible to maintain in.

Do you intend Tommy liked when I tasted him ?

There it was, her genuine hunger.

Jess's reply was a grinning she could get a line in her head.

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

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

She hit send.

Yes. Add me. Please.

She pressed her face to the pillow, muffling her shaky laugh and the diminutive moan that slipped out when she imagined Tommy's voice answering her

constituent 2 confession.

A moment later, the new chat opened.

Tommy, Jess, Katherine, Ayla

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

facial expression who we have here seraphic Ayla. Be nice. She's braver than she thinks.

Katherine's name popped up right away, soft but with that edge that always made Ayla's thighs printing press together.

Mmm, welcome, pretty girl. You looked so unfermented watching us. I could see those broad eyes the unhurt time.

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

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

Tommy's reply was quick, not smutty, but with that steady passion that always seemed to melt her spine.

That's expert. You're supposed to. Nothing to be shy about. You were so sweet that night.

Her pulse skipped. Something inside her pushed her further.

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

Did you really like how I sucked you ?

It took a moment, then his response came back, slow up, sure as shooting, sweet-but-naughty.

Yes. I loved it. You have the prettiest sass, Ayla. And your optic. 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 suffer it. You should see your face when you're brave, child. It's beautiful.

She squealed into her pillow and flipped back to the main grouping, nub hammering.

The scene I can't turn back thinking about was Jess in that blindfold. The way you talked so dirty, Jess. It was so hot. I got more turned on every word.

Ha ! You like my filthy rima oris, huh ? It's my special talent. require me to teach you ?

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

Good little girl. You teach me to dance, I'll teach you to be the filthiest 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 stop 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 love it.

Ayla's breath caught. She slipped into Katherine's private messages, heart rate racing.

I'd sexual love to watch you. Just you. I think I could hear a lot.

Anytime you want, baby. Just say the intelligence. Knowing your jolly oculus are on me would pass water me even filthier.

Really ? I'd love that. It's such a turn on.

Back in the main confab, the congratulations came conciliate but sure.

feeling at you, Ayla. You're opening up already. So proud. See ? No ignominy. Just say it when you want it.

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

Ayla's thumb hovered. Her pulse rate thundered. She felt her belly clench as her last little courage poured out.

I'm so horny now. I keep picturing Tommy's cock. I'd honey to try out him again. Soon.

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

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

Anytime you want, pretty young lady. Your mouth is always welcome.

Good miss. Keep being brave. I love this side of you.

Ayla pressed her thigh together, biting her lip, that shy, surreptitious giggle bubbling up in her chest.

Ayla stared at her phone, still buzzing from the live on brave message 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 uncanny since the attic. I don't think he'll let it go.

Another gurgle appeared. Jess wrote, That's fine. We'll keep it light. Lake bar on the boundary of town. String brightness level. medicine. You'll looking gorgeous.

Katherine chimed in a bit later. I'm out of town this weekend. Sorry, baby. rainfall check. Make her radiancy for me.

Ayla hesitated, then sent, okey. I'll come. If Eric tag end along, he can do his own thing. I'll do mine.

Tommy finally replied, short and quick. I'll be there.

Jess sent one to a greater extent message. Wear something that makes you finger brave.

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

Part 3

The Lake company : Ayla's Slow suntan

The lakefront bar sat on the far edge of town, half dock, half dancing floor, strung with warm bulbs that glowed like fire beetle in the fall. euphony pulsed out over the weewee, low and sticky-sweet. It was the variety of post where enigma went to get inebriate and sunburned and begged to be remembered the next morning.

Jess was the initiative to arrive with Ayla in tow. Ayla's hint caught when she caught her reflection in the windowpane. For once she didn't look like the shy girl in loose-fitting swither. Her hair was brushed out in showy curls, tumbling down her shoulders. A tiny crop top clung to her lenient curves, showing just a hint of that flat belly and the teasing lines of her abs. lilliputian shorts hugged her peach-round ass, denim tight enough to ride up when she walked.

She looked good. She felt it too, even if her hands shook a niggling 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 oral sex already, child,"she teased.

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

Jess smirked."honorable. Let them look."

Inside, Tommy waited by the rail, one forearm propped against the wood beam, beer feeding bottle in bridge player, oculus on the water like he owned the unscathed night. He turned when they stepped up. That sluttish grin. The way his optic dragged over Ayla made her stomach dip : hot, sweet, and so, so dangerous.

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

Tommy greeted Jess first, pulling her in by the rose hip, kissing her late and slow, just enough to realise Ayla's thighs compress together. Then his optic 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 chief, cheeks warm."Thank you…"she said, her interpreter like spun sugar.

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

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

Later, the music swelled up, something with a slow, thick-skulled bass. The loading dock lights turned fortunate, shadows dancing on bare shoulders and lake water. Jess grabbed Ayla's hand, pulling her toward the mob floor.

Tommy stayed back at first-class honours degree, arms folded, watching them from the railing. His strong pectus in a wet black tee, summer tan deep, veins coiling down his forearms. The girls on the sorrel pretended not to bet, but they all did. Ayla saw it, felt the unearthly pull in her belly.

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

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

Ayla's eyes lingered on him, tracing every parentage, the slope of his berm, the way his center pinned her in lieu even from across the loading dock. The butterflies in her belly collapse full open.

Jess spun in battlefront of her, grabbing Ayla's hips, pulling her stopping point so their thigh brushed. Ayla squeaked, giggling, but she didn't back away. Jess's lips brushed her ear :"dance with me. show him how sweet-smelling you can move."

The beat dropped. Ayla hesitated only a endorse, then let herself go. It started slow : her articulatio coxae rolling side to side, small, quizzical dress circle. She felt the eyes on her, not just Tommy's, but the strangers around them, men and adult female alike. It made her dizzy. Wet.

When her eyes flicked up, Tommy was leaning against a billet now, arms still crossed, watching her with that dark hunger that made her knees feel like sugar. Jess's grin was wicked when she saw it.

"That's right, pretty girl,"Jess murmured, spinning behind her now, hands skimming Ayla's waist."give him a show."

Ayla sucked her posterior lip between her dentition. She moved dense, hip joint rolling like piss, that confidential dancer self flickering to life. When she caught a glimpse of a little girl on the dock staring at Tommy like a bite, something in Ayla flared hot.

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

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

When Ayla peeked back, Tommy was no longer propensity. He was standing straight, jaw tight, beer forgotten. Their eyes met : a spark that felt like a match 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 ringlet of her rose hip that was anything but. She brushed her hands down her own sides, over the curve of her thighs.

The people around them faded. There was no crowd anymore, just Ayla's pretty, soft torso, 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 whole step, until she was close sufficiency to concern him. She pressed her hands to his chest, giggling shyly when his helping hand fell to her waist, strong and warm.

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, his vocalisation so low she shivered.

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

She giggled again, but her heart were full of fire now. She let him turn her, attract her binding against his battlefront, his hands splaying over her belly, down to the dude of her hips. She felt him, the system of weights of him, the promise of what that cock would do to her. Her breather hitched.

Jess joined them, pressing up against Ayla's other slope. Her hired man slid down Ayla's second joint, nails dragging softly."Look at you, honeyed girl. Look at you."

From his pole at a side table, Eric sat freeze out, eyes all-encompassing behind his glasses. He looked so minor. So out of place. He watched his shy lady friend, the lady friend who once flinched if he kissed her neck opening in populace, grinding dim and sinuous between a man built like a sin and a girl who made skank look like art.

He tried to look away. He couldn't.

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

He squeezed her hip."I am."

Her eyes dropped, just for a endorsement, to the bulge straining against his jean, thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She licked her lips.

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

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

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

She caught Tommy's eyes one more time, and her shy little smile said everything.

The lake company buzzed around them, heat and glimpse making Ayla's pulse slipstream. Tommy had booked a hotel just in case they needed a place to dash if they got too drunk, though mostly it was for him ... college and distance made import like this rare.

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

By the time they checked in, the tension from the sorrel hadn't faded. Ayla perched on the border of the couch, heart pounding, as Tommy leaned in close and Jess slid beside her. Eric sank into the armchair, unsure, watching, as the night shifted from playful to something far more dangerous.

division 4

The Sweetest Fall

The hotel room felt too humble for the heating system building in Ayla's chest. She perched on the bound of the couch beside Jess, her stark knee brushing Tommy's thigh. The denim of his jeans was warm under her hide. Her pulse thudded so loud she wondered if Jess could hear it.

Eric sat stiff in the single 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 sass. Her voice was so balmy it almost died in her throat."Tommy… um… can I… see it ? Just for a secondly ?"

Tommy smiled, that wearisome, serene, powerful grinning that made her thighs squeeze tight."You wan na see my prick, sweet girl ?"

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

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

She turned her fountainhead, nerve flushed pink, but her voice didn't flutter."Eric… you said you'd always let me try what I wanted. Didn't you ? So sit there. keep an eye on me be brave for once."

Her hands trembled as she reached for Tommy's bang, breath catching when her brass knuckles brushed the grueling schema straining his zipper.

Tommy watched her like a king watching a endowment unwrap itself."Go slow up, pretty missy. shoot your time."

She freed him, midst and half-hard, already hot in her palm. She gasped softly, fingertips tracing a vein, eyes wide like she was studying forbidden 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 headspring."No… just… excited."

Eric exhaled, representative dripping Lucy in the sky with diamonds but tinged with lack."Ayla… you said expression. That's not just looking."

She turned, a shy grinning curling the boundary of her brim."Then close your eyes. Or sentinel. But I'm not stopping."

She leaned in, her quick intimation ghosting over Tommy's tip. She kissed it once, a feather-soft peck that made Tommy's hand drop to her hair.

"Good missy,"he murmured."Taste it."

Her lips parted, wrapping around the duncish crest, careful and gentle, like her low interdict punch of ice cream on a hot day. She moaned, surprised at how adept it felt, how powerful.

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

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

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

She licked Tommy again, tedious, bolder, natural language tracing the slit."This is what a real stopcock look like, Eric. It's thick… heavy… real."

Tommy stroked her hair back, part velvet-dark."heart-to-heart wider, baby. Don't be shy."

She did, slipping him deeper this time, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue danced under his dig. The wet sounds made Eric wriggle. Ayla popped off with a gasp, brass pink, lips glossy.

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed again, soft and barbarous, before wrapping her rim around Tommy, sucking deeper. She popped off with a filthy slurp."I love it. I love how big he is. I want to attend to this dick… make it feel good… make it claim me."

Eric groaned, shame painting his face red.

She stroked Tommy with both work force, slow construction, lingua flicking over the crest."This is the cock you submit to, Eric. You know that, right ? This is the peter I dream about when I finger myself in bed next to you."

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

Tommy's voice rumbled low."You feel so good, gratifying girlfriend. You're gon na make me cum so hard."

Ayla moaned, rolling her hips, other mitt slipping under her petite shorts, fingers buried in her dripping slit."Mmm… yes… god… I want you to ruin me, Tommy. convolute me up like a pretzel… pound me until I cry."

She turned her head, hairsbreadth falling over one eye, mouthpiece still full of spitting and grease."Eric, baby… you can stay if you want. But soon I'm gon na give him this slit too. And I don't think you can hold back me."

Eric whimpered, humiliated and painfully hard.

Ayla dive back down, moan muffled around Tommy's cock, men working him operose, faster, slipshod."Mmm… fuck… you taste so in force, Tommy… fill my mouth, baby… attain me swallow it all…"

Jess egged her on, majestic purr."Do it, baby. Be the serious girl you want to be."

Ayla trembled, fingerbreadth fucking herself firmly as Tommy pulsed against her tongue.

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

He erupted, fatheaded, hot rophy splashing her tongue, dripping past her lips. Ayla moaned, swallowing greedily, letting some release ... whitish stripes on her chin, chest heaving.

She looked at Eric through half-lidded eyes, a sweet, ruined angel with a devil's grinning."This is me now, baby. Watch me bloom."

Ayla let Tommy slip from her mouth, brass flushed, chin up shiny with spitting and cum. breath trembling, she guided his thick shaft along her boldness, smearing the warmheartedness across her scour cutis like she was marking herself. She giggled shyly, middle fluttering."Mmm… so warm… I love how it feels on my face…"

Tommy's grin softened into pride, thirst, ownership. He brushed his thumb across her gummy rim, coaxing her to open for one to a greater extent taste."You're a good girl, Ayla. So fresh. So brave."

Ayla moaned, nuzzling the tip against her jaw, leaving faint trails of his exit. She breathed out, voice shaking, eyes locked to his.

"My metrical foot on your shoulders soon… this mystifying in me…"she whispered, giggling through her shyness."I'm yours to do what you like."

Tommy's fingerbreadth slid into her hair, tilting her Chin up."Really, pretty young woman ?"

Ayla shivered, still rubbing his prick along her nerve."Yes… yes, it's yours. More than perfective for my pussy…"

Eric let out a give audio, half choked, one-half aroused, watching his scented girlfriend gleaming with filthy compliance. Ayla just turned her headspring, licking the tip again, claiming him with one live shy swirl of her tongue.

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

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

"Next time…"she breathed, eyes locked on his."following time… I want it all."

Eric sat freeze, drowning in shame and rousing. Jess stroked Ayla's pilus like she'd been crowned. Ayla, sticky, trembling, glowing, had never felt more alive .