Chapter 22

First Taste

It started with a casual study academic term, or that's what Ayla thought. She sat cross-legged on Jess's student residence bed, sweatpants riding low on her rosehip, outsize tee slipping off one delicate shoulder. Her hairsbreadth was down this time, soft waves framing that sweet, shy face.

Jess pretended to spotlight government note, but her heart kept drifting. The way Ayla bit her pen cap. The little gasps she made when she stumbled over a word. The bender of her waist every meter 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 party. And I kinda liked it."

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

Ayla's pharynx 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 manus."God, I feel like such a baby when you look at me like that."

Jess's phone buzzed on the bed. A text from Katherine lit up the covert : thought about you, hotness. Bring that cruddy mouth soon.

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

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

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

Jess tilted her head, reading her."Are you curious ?"

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

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

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

Jess's smiling was wicked now."reefer with me, baby. You'll learn."

They drifted into euphony. When a new song came on, Ayla stood, hips shifting nervously.

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

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

Jess tilted her chin up with two fingerbreadth."Dance for me."

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

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

Ayla's face turned blush."Stop…"she giggled, but she didn't layover moving. Her waist moved in pocket-size, closely 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 fault him."

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

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

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

Ayla turned, breathless, and flopped back on the bed. She clutched a pillow to her bureau, hiding the flush of her skin."God, you're gon na defile 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 oculus and nervous energy.

"Hey… you got my charger ?"

Jess's eyes glinted."come get it."

Ayla sat frozen, watching. Kate crossed the elbow room. Jess grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and whispered in her ear. Kate's eyes went widely, then her articulatio humeri dropped, instantly submissive.

Jess turned to Ayla, her representative a purr."Wan na see something, child ?"

Ayla swallowed heavy."Yes."

Jess pulled Kate to her knees between her counterpane legs. She shimmied out of her shorts, baring her pussy for both of them to see.

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

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

"Say it."

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

Jess grinned."commodity. Make her watch."

Ayla's nails dug into the pillow. She couldn't take care away as Kate's tongue met Jess's pussy, slow and wet, working up a regular recurrence. Jess let her drumhead fall back, moaning openly.

"God… fuck… proficient little bitch…"Jess gasped. She caught Ayla's wide-eyed eye."Getting wet yet, infant ?"

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

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

Kate's groan turned overemotional, expectoration and puss juice mixing on her Kuki. 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 than. Her chest rose and fell fast, nipples hard under her slenderize shirt.

Jess let Kate's brass go, wiping her pussycat across her rim one last clip."Get out. right girl."

Kate scrambled up, licking her lips, centre glazed.

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

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

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

Jess beamed."goodness. Then come in see Katherine with me following time. Bring that pretty rarity with you."

Ayla nodded, boldness flushed, thighs trembling.

For the low fourth dimension, she didn't tactile property so shy about what she wanted.

Jess grinned, brushing her thumb over Ayla 's ankle joint. `` Stick with me, baby. You 'll learn. ``

Ayla 's eyes softened, a small, queer smile tugging at her lips. `` Okay ... I trust you. ``

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

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

Chapter 23

whiteness AT THE sharpness

Part 1

The Gathering

Jess's centre pounded the moment she stepped out of the Uber. The loft was tucked away on the top floor of an old brick edifice downtown. lightlessness windows, tall roof, low ardent lighting flickering behind heavy curtains. private. Sinful.

Ayla stayed close at her side, her diminished hand brushing Jess's. She looked like a hangdog holy man tonight. A tight little harvest top under her crown, jeans hugging her pelvic arch. She smelled like vanilla and innocence. Her cheeks were pink as they walked up the stairs.

"You sure about this ?"she whispered.

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

inside, the vibe made Ayla's chest fluttering. Exposed brick, velvet couch, flickering wax light everywhere. A bottle of champagne already popped on the low table. Katherine looked like a walking wet dream, silklike gown half open, farseeing hair in a messy bun.

Marla was barefoot, sprawled out on the lounge in a tight black attire, toying lazily with the strap of her lash. And Tommy, tall, lean, watching Jess like he'd devour her right there.

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

"Welcome, pretty daughter. You look cherubic tonight,"Katherine purred, slipping Ayla's jacket off her shoulders."Just relax. Watch. hold whatever you want in. No one's gon na push you, okay ?"

Ayla just nodded, vocalization caught in her throat.

The belittled talk didn't last long. The energy in the elbow room was too thick, leaden with want. Marla poured Jess a field glass, fingers brushing her wrist."Been waiting to see you come undone again, crazy one,"she teased.

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

Tommy pulled Katherine close, kissing her neck, hand sliding under her gown. 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 knees, eyes blanket. Her breather was straightaway, chest rising and falling. She couldn't look away. Her judgement screaming this is wrong while her body pulsed at the idea of being in the centre of it.

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

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

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

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

Ayla bit her lip. Her second joint squeezed tighter. Jess could see it ... that simple hunger, that naturalness, the way her body begged for license she didn't even screw she wanted.

Tommy unbuckled his drawers. Katherine's eyes dropped, licking her lips. Marla giggled, tracing her nails up Tommy's abs before shoving Katherine's foreland forward."Go on, fornicatress. Suck it pretty. Let our little angel here see what a real pharynx takes."

Katherine moaned around Tommy's cock as Marla's hand slid between her own thighs. 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 subject of time before Jess's own restraint slipped.

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

persona 2 - The helix Deepens

The room felt like a furnace, bodies glistening, moans echoing, skin slapping skin in unrelenting rhythm.

Marla had her mouth buried in Katherine's snatch while Tommy stood at the head of the bed, thrusting his putz into Katherine's throat, hip joint rolling smooth and powerful. Katherine gagged around him, centre rolling, boldness streaked with tears, loving every inch.

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

Marla's vocalisation was muffled between wet sounds."Open up wider, bitch, take it."

Across the room, Jess watched with her legs bed cover, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her snatch, mouth outdoors, oculus glazed.

Ayla, in the corner, hugged her genu, stunned, flushed, meat pounding so strong it made her white meat jiggle under her thin tank top.

Jess moaned out loud, louder than she meant to."Oh my god, flavour at her, that's some right ass, yes baby, take that tool, Katherine."

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

Tommy grinned, grabbed Katherine's hips, and slid in from behind with a midst, hefty drive. Katherine screamed, back arching as her ass brass 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, mind, bitch, he's splitting her open."

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

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

Marla slapped Jess's inner second joint."ejaculate here, slovenly woman, blindfold time."

Jess trembled as Marla tied the blindfold, her world going nighttime. But the sound got louder, the bed creaking, Katherine's cries, Tommy's rich growls.

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

Jess's voice cracked, her digit working her pussy harder."I'm a cruddy slut, I'd suck his cock fairly right now, I'd lap up every drop cloth from her pussy."

Marla laughed."Thomas More. Go deeper."

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

Marla paused, eyes across-the-board."Really, you crazy whore ? You actually did it ?"

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

Ayla whispered, hand hovering near her own puss,"12 inches… oh my god."

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

Jess's vox went ragged."He was huge, thick vein, I bent over the bed, column inch by column inch, I thought I'd base on balls out, but when he bottomed out I fucking came, like my whole 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 pussy for your gangbang, baby."

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

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

Marla looked over at Ayla, who was flushed, thighs squeezed, her breather stuck in her chest."You hear that, pretty girl ? You see what freedom sounds like ?"

Jess let out a vex moan."One more, you want shocking ? I once let my ex's best friend fuck me on the same bed while he was passed out wino, I loved it, the risk, oh fuck, spank me."

Marla shoved her expression between Jess's legs, 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 twat. She sucked greedily while Jess screamed into the blindfold.

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

Jess's answer was a breathless whimper."Yes, fuck me, break me, work Ayla see."

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

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

The sounds were foul, Tommy's rose hip smacking Jess's ass, Katherine's mouth noisy between Marla's second joint, Ayla's shivering intimation as she watched.

Tommy growled,"Whose pussy is this ?"

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

Katherine lifted her header from Marla's pussy long enough to groan,"screwing, Tommy, you're a creature, ruin her, give her everything."

Jess's final exam confession ripped out in a sob."I wan na get spit-roasted in a club, strangers watching, cameras out, let them all see this lousy pussy."

Ayla couldn't stop the wetness pooling under her, the soil, the corporate trust, the exemption. This is what I want, she thought, soul to let on me undefended like that.



Part 3 ....

starting time tasting of Sin

Tommy's hands slammed into Jess's rose hip, driving her down onto his cock with raw, punishing diagonal. The completely room echoed with the sharp, wet bang of skin, Katherine's gasps blending with Marla's subdued moans as she ate her out beside them.

Katherine, still dripping from Tommy's earlier pounding, was buried between Marla's thighs, glossa flicking greedily. Marla was a mass, nails raking the canvas, pelvis bucking against Katherine's mouth.

Ayla sat near the boundary of the bed, her eyes wide, her hint shaky. She couldn't look away. Watching Tommy own Jess, watching Jess's eyes roll back from the sheer power of it, it made her thigh press together so wet, her spirit thudded against her ribs.

Jess's phonation broke into call down plea."F-Fuck… Tommy… ruin me… just like that…"

She turned her flushed face, found Ayla's gaze, the shy fille watching with parted backtalk, her finger's breadth tangled in her lap.

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

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

"Smell 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 font. Jess grabbed her wrist tight, eyes wild.

"Baby… this peter is heaven… oh god… someday I want you to feel it too, Ayla… you'd smell so cute stuffed full…"

Marla's representative cut through, darkness and filthy."William Tell us more, jade. evidence us how shag filthy you are…"

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

Marla let out a ragged moan, licking her mouth."screwing, that's hot."

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

Katherine pulled her mouthpiece from Marla's pussy just long enough to puff out,"Mmm, you loved watching me get ruined, huh ?"

"I did… god, I'd watch every day…"

Jess rocked on Tommy's stopcock, her torso trembling."Give me a phantasy, Katherine, arrive on, create it dirty, make me cum…"

Katherine smirked, eyes half-lidded."I have one now… I'd sexual love to have Ayla look on me by herself, just her and me, watch me get fucked senseless… her innocence would send me over the edge… I'd eat her perfumed pussy after, lick up all her pretty little wetness…"

Ayla's cheeks went brightly red, but her breath came faster, thighs clamped tight together, her innocence humming like a inhabit wire.

Jess bucked harder, oculus wild."That's so fucking hot… oh god… Marla, your go. yield me a confession, get it colly, bitch…"

Marla lifted her head from Katherine's folds, mouth shiny, and laughed darkly."You wan na hear filthy ? I once sucked eight guy cable off in a jacuzzi on vacation while my man went to book an excursion, then got bent over on the beach by two of them that night. One of those asshole had so very much cum, my backtalk overflowed, case covered. Still the handsome 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 middle were huge, brass flushed with that shy, hugger-mugger thrill. She didn't even make her deal had drifted between her second joint, pressing tight.

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

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

"Don't be shy, pretty girl. Watch him do it her. Look at that power. Someday he'll screwing you like that too, if you're brave adequate to ask…"

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

Jess's vox was hoarse, raw, the dustup pouring out.

"Oh my god, Tommy… yes, yes, destroy me… cum for me, baby… Ayla, do taste him before he finishes…"

Ayla's solid torso trembled, but she crawled closer, her big centre blanket as she looked up at Tommy, her vocalization a shy whisper.

"Can I… taste you ?"

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

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

Jess screamed,"goodness fille, Ayla ! Look how sweet you are…"

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

When Tommy finally pulled out, cock twitching, Ayla's hands wrapped around him again, this time with zero disinclination. She stroked him slow, then faster, oculus locked on his, worshipful and sweet.

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

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

Ayla's shy giggle mixed with a soft moan as she squeezed every drop out, licking a bead from her finger, optic shining with ingenuousness and nasty wonder.

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

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

Ayla giggled, hiding her face, but when she peeked up at Tommy again, her center glowed with the same shadow hunger that would make her unstoppable.

And with that, her final rampart cracked extensive open.

Chapter 24

"Her Brave Confession"

component 1

Morning-After : The Soft Crack

Ayla lay sprawled in her tiny dorm bed, the cheesy sheets twisted around her hips 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 blanket as last dark replayed again and again in her mind.

The loft felt like a forbidden dream, a humanity dipped in candle flame and swither. dark moved on brick walls like they were alive. Jess's voice, rough, breathless, filthy, still echoed in Ayla's ears.

Spit-roasted in a club… unknown watching… this dirty pussy…

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

She had come back to her dorm, slipped under the cover song, and let her script drift between her pegleg for the first clip in weeks, not the shy, quick rub she gave herself in the cascade, but deep, messy, hungry. And when she woke up this morning time, the thirst was still there.

Her fingers had slipped under her step-in before her mind had even fully woken up, chasing every flash of Katherine on her knees, Tommy's cock glistening under the warm lights, Jess's lousy congratulations ringing out like a spell.

She could still feel the way her hips had squirmed on that couch, wanting to rub her clit through her jeans but too afraid someone would notice. Her center had locked on Tommy's roughly thrusts, that power she had never imagined wanting. She wanted to drown in it now. She was tired of feeling so damn shy about it.

She finally rolled onto her abdomen, propped her phone on the pillow, and opened her chat 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 intelligence blurry for a moment. Her discharge hand drifted down, fingertips brushing that attendant, swollen heat between her thighs. Her buttock flamed as she typed the truth.

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

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

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

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

You. Your lip. The way you talk. You were so uncivilized. It was like you didn't fear if they heard every foul affair. You wanted them to.

She let out a trembling breath as she admitted more.

It made me require to rub my clitoris 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 endure truth, the one that scared her most.

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

She hit send. Waited. Her heart thudded so loud she could hear it echo in her bones.

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

commodity. Let it remain in your head. That's what freedom feels like, baby. Not shame, hunger. I want you hungry. 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 intimation, her finger pressing harder between her thigh. She needed more. She needed to experience less alone in how filthy her mind was becoming.

She typed it before she could suffer her nerve.

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

Jess's following message hit her like a warm bridge player on her throat.

Then let's trade, baby. You teach me how to move like you dance and I'll teach you to confess every foul thing your Henry Sweet brain thinks. get by ?

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

batch. You're gon na make me a monster.

No, child. I'm gon na defecate you free.

Ayla's spunk felt so wide-cut it could bristle. One Sir Thomas More idea pressed up, shy but unacceptable to keep in.

Do you cerebrate Tommy liked when I tasted him ?

There it was, her really hunger.

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

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

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

She hit send.

Yes. Add me. Please.

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

Part 2 confession.

A minute later, the new chat opened.

Tommy, Jess, Katherine, Ayla

Jess broke the latent hostility first, her tone warm, mischievous.

Look who we have here angelical Ayla. Be prissy. She's braver than she thinks.

Katherine's gens popped up right away, cushy but with that border that always made Ayla's second joint press together.

Mmm, welcome, pretty girl. You looked so sweet watching us. I could see those wide eyes the unanimous time.

Ayla's cheeks burned. Her finger hovered over the Florida key. Be brave. She typed.

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

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

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

Her pulsation skipped. Something inside her pushed her further.

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

Did you really like how I sucked you ?

It took a moment, then his answer came back, slow, for certain, sweet-but-naughty.

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

Ayla's second joint clenched. She blushed, typing back.

Really ? I thought I looked silly.

No. You looked perfect. You made me fall back it. You should see your typeface when you're brave, infant. It's beautiful.

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

The aspect I can't stop 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 mouthpiece, huh ? It's my special endowment. Want me to teach you ?

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

trade good girl. You teach me to trip the light fantastic toe, I'll Thatch 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 a lot. 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 common soldier content, pulse racing.

I'd love to ascertain you. Just you. I think I could teach a lot.

Anytime you want, infant. Just say the password. Knowing your pretty oculus are on me would make me even filthier.

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

rear in the briny confab, the praise came assuage but sure.

Look at you, Ayla. You're opening up already. So gallant. See ? No shame. 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, sweetness and a little dirty under it.

Ayla's pollex hovered. Her pulse thundered. She felt her belly clench as her final stage little bravery poured out.

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

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

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

Anytime you want, pretty daughter. Your backtalk is always welcome.

Good girl. Keep being brave. I love this side of meat of you.

Ayla pressed her thighs together, biting her lip, that shy, private giggle bubbling up in her chest.

Ayla stared at her phone, still buzzing from the last 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 weird since the loft. I don't think he'll let it go.

Another bubble appeared. Jess wrote, That's mulct. We'll keep it light. Lake bar on the border of town. String Light Within. music. You'll looking at gorgeous.

Katherine chimed in a moment later. I'm out of townspeople this weekend. Sorry, baby. rain verification. ca-ca her shine for me.

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

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

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

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

parting 3

The Lake Party : Ayla's Slow burning

The lakefront bar sat on the far bound of town, half sour grass, half dance level, strung with fond bulbs that glowed like fireflies in the dusk. music pulsed out over the water, low and sticky-sweet. It was the kind of home where mystery went to get drunk and sunburnt and begged to be remembered the next morning.

Jess was the first to arrive with Ayla in tow. Ayla's intimation caught when she caught her reflection in the windowpane. For once she didn't look like the shy girlfriend in baggy sweats. Her hair was brushed out in glossy curls, tumbling down her shoulders. A petite crop top clung to her diffused breaking ball, showing just a soupcon of that two-dimensional belly and the teasing lines of her abs. bantam shorts hugged her peach-round ass, jean tight enough to razz up when she walked.

She looked salutary. She felt it too, even if her hands shook a little 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 headland already, baby,"she teased.

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

Jess smirked."Good. Let them look."

Inside, Tommy waited by the railing, one forearm propped against the wood beam, beer bottle in hired man, eyes on the piss like he owned the whole nighttime. He turned when they stepped up. That easy grin. The way his oculus dragged over Ayla made her breadbasket dip : hot, sweet, and so, so dangerous.

Eric shuffled awkwardly behind them, his hand tight around his swallow. He wore his soreness like a bad Cologne, the nerdy boyfriend no one really saw except as Ayla's unneeded shadow.

Tommy greeted Jess first, pulling her in by the articulatio coxae, kissing her abstruse and slow, just enough to make Ayla's second joint squeeze together. Then his eyes found her, softer now, but no less heavy.

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

Ayla ducked her head, cheeks warm."Thank you…"she said, her voice like spun sugar.

Eric muttered something under his breathing time but no one caught it. Jess was already tugging Ayla closer, pressing a inhuman drink into her hand.

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

Later, the music swelled up, something with a tardily, thick sea bass. The dock brightness turned golden, shadows dancing on bare articulatio humeri and lake weewee. Jess grabbed Ayla's hand, pulling her toward the carry floor.

Tommy stayed back at first, weaponry folded, watching them from the rail. His strong bureau in a blotto black tee, summer tan deep, veins coiling down his forearms. The girls on the bobtail 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 hair over her shoulder joint."Of course of action they are. looking at him, he's a walking shag fantasy."

Ayla's eyes lingered on him, tracing every air, the gradient of his berm, the way his eyes pinned her in station even from across the pier. The butterfly in her belly explode wide of the mark open.

Jess spun in front of her, grabbing Ayla's hip, pulling her close so their second joint brushed. Ayla squeaked, giggling, but she didn't back away. Jess's sassing brushed her ear :"dancing with me. appearance him how sweet you can move."

The measure dropped. Ayla hesitated only a instant, then let herself go. It started irksome : her rosehip rolling side to side, small, teasing Mexican valium. She felt the middle on her, not just Tommy's, but the stranger around them, men and women alike. It made her dizzy. Wet.

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

"That's right, pretty miss,"Jess murmured, spinning behind her now, hired hand skimming Ayla's waist."springiness him a show."

Ayla sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She moved dense, hips rolling like water, that confidential dancer self flickering to life. When she caught a glance of a girl on the dock staring at Tommy like a collation, something in Ayla flared hot.

She danced bolder, back arched, niggling waist wind. Jess's laughter in her ear was half congratulations, half dare.

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

When Ayla peeked back, Tommy was no longer list. 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 careen ; that devoid font paired with a drum roll of her pelvic girdle that was anything but. She brushed her hands down her own incline, over the bend of her thighs.

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

Jess nudged her forward, and Ayla drifted, tone by footprint, until she was close enough to touch him. She pressed her hands to his chest, giggling shyly when his hired hand fell to her waist, strong and warm.

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

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

She giggled again, but her eyes were good of ardor now. She let him sour her, pull her back against his front, his hands splaying over her belly, down to the fop of her hips. She felt him, the free weight of him, the promise of what that cock would do to her. Her breath hitched.

Jess joined them, pressing up against Ayla's other side. Her hired man slid down Ayla's second joint, nails dragging softly."look at you, gratifying missy. Look at you."

From his rod at a position table, Eric sat immobilise, eyes full behind his methamphetamine. He looked so small. So out of piazza. He watched his shy girlfriend, the girl who once flinched if he kissed her neck in world, grinding slow and sinuous between a man built like a sin and a lady friend who made filth smell like art.

He tried to look away. He couldn't.

When the Song slowed, Ayla didn't even substantiate how close she'd gotten to Tommy's ear, how her rim 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 second, to the protuberance 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 roll in the hay stunning,"Jess murmured."You know that, right ?"

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

She caught Tommy's optic one more clip, and her shy little grinning said everything.

The lake party buzzed around them, heat and glances making Ayla's heart rate race. Tommy had booked a hotel just in sheath they needed a place to crash if they got too wino, though mostly it was for him ... college and length made moments like this rare.

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

By the metre they checked in, the stress from the dock hadn't faded. Ayla perched on the border of the sofa, heart hammering, as Tommy leaned in skinny and Jess slid beside her. Eric sank into the armchair, unsure, watching, as the Nox shifted from playful to something far more dangerous.

component part 4

The Sweetest decline

The hotel room felt too small for the heat building in Ayla's chest. She perched on the edge of the couch beside Jess, her bare knee brushing Tommy's thigh. The denim of his jeans was fond under her skin. Her pulsing thudded so loud she wondered if Jess could listen it.

Eric sat remains in the single armchair across from them, shoulder joint hunched, beer half-finished. He barely spoke all Nox, just watched her, watched Tommy, like a cervid caught between reverence and fascination.

Ayla licked her sass. Her interpreter was so soft it almost died in her throat."Tommy… um… can I… see it ? Just for a 2d ?"

Tommy smiled, that slack, calm, powerful smile that made her second joint squeeze tight."You wan na see my cock, sweet lady friend ?"

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

Eric barked a laugh, bitterness, raw."Ayla. Really ? Right in front man of me ?"

She turned her head, impertinence flushed pink, but her phonation didn't waver."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 swath, breathing time catching when her knuckle brushed the heavy outline straining his zipper.

Tommy watched her like a king watching a gift unwrap itself."Go slow, pretty girl. take on your time."

She freed him, thick and half-hard, already hot in her decoration. She gasped softly, fingertips tracing a venous blood vessel, eyes wide of the mark 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 paunch summersault."Not scared, are you ?"

She shook her school principal."No… just… excited."

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

She turned, a shy smiling curling the border of her mouth."Then close your eyes. Or watch. But I'm not stopping."

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

"good girl,"he murmured."gustatory perception it."

Her lips parted, wrapping around the midst crown, careful and gentle, like her first off verboten lick of ice cream on a hot day. She moaned, surprised at how commodity it felt, how powerful.

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

Eric grunted, shifting uncomfortably, his own cock a slow ache in his dungaree."Fuck… Ayla, you shouldn't. I hate this. It's… ass, it's so hot, but it's wrong."

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

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

Tommy stroked her whisker back, spokesperson velvet-dark."Open wider, baby. Don't be shy."

She did, slipping him deeper this time, eyes fluttering shut as her tongue danced under his beam of light. The wet sounds made Eric squirm. Ayla popped off with a gasp, cheeks garden 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 hot seat arms."You don't fuck my mouth like this, baby. You never did."

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

Tommy guided her John L. H. Down again, his hips rolling just a fiddling, feeding her inch by inch. Ayla moaned, gagging softly, then giggled as she pulled back, saliva clinging to her chin.

"Eric…"Her vox was a sweet whimper, dripping poison."You hate it, huh ? But you can't look 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 lips around Tommy, sucking deeper. She popped off with a filthy slurp."I love it. I love how big he is. I want to serve this dick… make it feel good… make it arrogate me."

Eric groaned, shame painting his cheeks red.

She stroked Tommy with both hands, slow twists, tongue flicking over the poll."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 news."holy fuck, Ayla. You're stunning."

Tommy's phonation rumbled low."You feel so salutary, sweet girl. You're gon na make me cum so hard."

Ayla moaned, rolling her hips, other manus slipping under her tiny shorts, fingers buried in her dribble puss."Mmm… yes… god… I want you to ruin me, Tommy. turn me up like a pretzel… mallet me until I cry."

She turned her head teacher, hair's-breadth falling over one eye, mouth still full of spit and filth."Eric, baby… you can stay if you want. But soon I'm gon na generate him this puss too. And I don't think you can stop me."

Eric whimpered, humiliated and painfully hard.

Ayla dove back down, moans muffled around Tommy's cock, hands working him harder, faster, squashy."Mmm… fuck… you taste so in effect, Tommy… fill my back talk, baby… make me take back it all…"

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

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

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

He erupted, stocky, hot Mexican valium splashing her natural language, dripping past her lips. Ayla moaned, swallowing greedily, letting some spill ... milky stripes on her Kuki, chest heaving.

She looked at Eric through half-lidded middle, a sweet, ruined angel with a devil's grinning."This is me now, infant. keep an eye on me bloom."

Ayla let Tommy slip from her lips, face flushed, Kuki-Chin shiny with spit and cum. breathing place palpitation, she guided his thick shaft along her impertinence, smearing the warmth across her flushed skin like she was marking herself. She giggled shyly, eyes fluttering."Mmm… so warm… I love how it feels on my face…"

Tommy's smile softened into pride, hunger, self-command. He brushed his thumb across her gluey sassing, coaxing her to open for one Sir Thomas More perceptiveness."You're a good miss, Ayla. So sweet. So brave."

Ayla moaned, nuzzling the tip against her jaw, leaving faint trails of his outlet. She breathed out, interpreter trembling, optic locked to his.

"My feet on your shoulder soon… this deep in me…"she whispered, giggling through her shyness."I'm yours to do what you like."

Tommy's finger's breadth slid into her hair, tilting her chin up."Really, pretty girlfriend ?"

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

Eric let out a give away sound, half choked, half aroused, watching his dessert girlfriend lambency with filthy submission. Ayla just turned her head, licking the tip again, claiming him with one last shy swirl of her tongue.

Jess slid behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her neck opening."face at you, baby… so sweetened, so filthy. I'm so proud of you."

Ayla giggled, soft, dizzy, a petty shy again as the fog faded. She nuzzled her grimace against Tommy's cock one in conclusion prison term, purring to seal her promise.

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

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