Chapter 22

First taste perception

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, outsized tee slipping off one delicate articulatio humeri. Her hair was down this meter, flaccid moving ridge framing that sweet, shy face.

Jess pretended to play up notes, but her eyes kept drifting. The way Ayla bit her pen cap. The small gasp she made when she stumbled over a word. The breaking ball of her shank every time 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 make Ayla freeze."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 brass in her custody."God, I feel like such a child when you look at me like that."

Jess's phone buzzed on the bed. A text from Katherine lit up the screen : intellection about you, hotness. Bring that filthy back talk soon.

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

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

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

Jess tilted her school principal, reading her."Are you curious ?"

Ayla's breath caught. She nodded, bantam and fair."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 ankle."You ever separate your beau that ?"

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

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

They drifted into music. When a new Sung dynasty came on, Ayla stood, hips shifting nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

Ayla's face turned flush."Stop…"she giggled, but she didn't blockage moving. Her waist moved in small, tight circles 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 lilliputian gasp, optic 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 human 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 efflorescence of her hide."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 nervous energy.

"Hey… you got my charger ?"

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

Ayla sat frozen, watching. Kate crossed the elbow room. Jess grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea, spun her around, and whispered in her ear. Kate's center went all-inclusive, then her shoulders dropped, instantly submissive.

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

Ayla swallowed hard."Yes."

Jess pulled Kate to her knee joint between her spread wooden leg. She shimmied out of her shorts, baring her cunt 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."well. take her watch."

Ayla's nails dug into the pillow. She couldn't look away as Kate's tongue met Jess's pussy, boring and wet, working up a round. Jess let her top dog declivity back, moaning openly.

"God… fuck… good little bitch…"Jess gasped. She caught Ayla's wide eyes."Getting wet yet, sister ?"

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

Jess yanked Kate's fuzz, grinding harder."You see this, Ayla ? This is what controller looks like. This is how you train a oral cavity to worship you."

Kate's groan turned waterlogged, spit and puss 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 thighs together, shocked at how hot it was ... how much she wanted to see more. Her thorax rose and fell fast, nipples hard under her thin shirt.

Jess let Kate's face go, wiping her slit across her sass one last time."Get out. Good girl."

Kate scrambled up, licking her back talk, center glazed.

Ayla couldn't hitch 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 gustation, baby."

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

Jess beamed."Good. Then come see Katherine with me next metre. Bring that jolly curiosity with you."

Ayla nodded, impudence flushed, thighs trembling.

For the first clip, she didn't tactile property so shy about what she wanted.

Jess grinned, brushing her thumb over Ayla 's ankle. `` stick with me, babe. You 'll instruct. ``

Ayla 's center softened, a small, funny grinning tugging at her lips. `` Okay ... I trust you. ``

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

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

Chapter 23

INNOCENCE AT THE EDGE

voice 1

The Gathering

Jess's heart pounded the present moment she stepped out of the Uber. The loft was tucked away on the top story of an old brick building downtown. Black windows, tall ceiling, low warm up lighting flickering behind heavy drapery. Private. Sinful.

Ayla stayed close at her position, her small hand brushing Jess's. She looked like a hangdog holy person tonight. A mean small crop top under her crownwork, jeans hugging her coxa. She smelled like vanilla and purity. Her cheeks were pink as they walked up the stairs.

"You sure about this ?"she whispered.

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

inside, the vibe made Ayla's chest flutter. Exposed brick, velvet couches, flickering candela everywhere. A bottle of Champagne-Ardenne already popped on the low board. Katherine looked like a walking wet dream, silky robe half opened, prospicient hair in a messy bun.

Marla was barefoot, sprawled out on the couch in a stiff Joseph Black dress, toying lazily with the straps of her flip-flop. And Tommy, tall, leaning, watching Jess like he'd devour her right there.

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

"Welcome, pretty young woman. You look seraphic tonight,"Katherine purred, slipping Ayla's jacket crown off her berm."Just relax. Watch. Take whatever you want in. No one's gon na push you, okay ?"

Ayla just nodded, voice caught in her throat.

The small-scale talk didn't finish long. The get-up-and-go in the way was too thick, gruelling with deprivation. Marla poured Jess a glass, fingers brushing her wrist."Been waiting to see you occur undone again, furious one,"she teased.

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

Tommy pulled Katherine closing, kissing her neck, hand sliding under her robe. Katherine's centre 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 lounge, hugging her knee joint, eyes wide. Her breath was immediate, chest ascension and falling. She couldn't look away. Her head screeching this is wrong while her consistence pulsed at the mind of being in the midsection of it.

Jess moved closer, cupping Ayla's jaw, making her look her in the middle."See how release she looks ?"she murmured."That's what I want you to feel. 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 knees between Tommy and Marla, looking up at Jess with a dark, thirsty smile.

"Stay right there and learn, 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 look at them."

Ayla bit her lip. Her second joint squeezed tighter. Jess could see it ... that wide-eyed hunger, that innocence, the way her eubstance 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 head forward."Go on, jade. lactate it pretty. Let our little angel here see what a real 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 tree, heat coiling low in her belly.

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

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

It was only a matter of meter before Jess's own mastery slipped.

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

Part 2 - The whorl Deepens

The room felt like a furnace, bodies glistening, groan echoing, skin slapping skin in vicious rhythm.

Marla had her mouth buried in Katherine's kitty while Tommy stood at the point of the bed, thrusting his cock into Katherine's pharynx, hips rolling smooth and powerful. Katherine gagged around him, oculus rolling, buttock streaked with tear, loving every inch.

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

Marla's spokesperson was muffled between wet audio."surface up wider, bitch, take it."

Across the room, Jess watched with her legs spread, two fingerbreadth buried knuckle-deep inside her pussy, oral fissure undecided, heart glazed.

Ayla, in the corner, hugged her knees, stunned, flushed, tenderness pounding so hard it made her bosom jiggle under her thin armoured combat vehicle top.

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

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

Tommy grinned, grabbed Katherine's hip joint, and slid in from behind with a thick, powerful drive. Katherine screamed, back arching as her ass boldness clapped so trashy 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, bitch, he's splitting her open."

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

Ayla watched, thigh squeezing tight, heart hammering. This is freedom.

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

Jess trembled as Marla tied the blindfold, her humankind going dreary. But the sound got louder, the bed creak, Katherine's cries, Tommy's trench growls.

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

Jess's voice cracked, her finger's breadth working her pussy harder."I'm a filthy hussy, I'd suck his cock clean right now, I'd lap up every cliff from her pussy."

Marla laughed."more. Go deeper."

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

Marla paused, eyes all-embracing."Really, you crazy whore ? You actually did it ?"

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

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

Marla grabbed Jess's nerve."Details. Now."

Jess's voice went ragged."He was immense, thick veins, I bent over the bed, inch by inch, I thought I'd pass 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 pussycat for your gangbang, baby."

Marla slapped her ass."What else ? Let Ayla know how abstruse the rabbit hole goes."

Jess went feral."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 wench and I still walked back in like nothing happened, oh god, it was so wrongly, but so good."

Marla looked over at Ayla, who was red, thighs squeezed, her breath stuck in her bureau."You hear that, pretty girl ? You see what freedom auditory sensation like ?"

Jess let out a twit moan."One Sir Thomas More, you want shocking ? I once let my ex's unspoilt friend fuck me on the Saame bed while he was passed out drunk, I loved it, the endangerment, oh fuck, spank me."

Marla shoved her brass between Jess's stage, licking rough, lips locking around her button. Tommy, panting, looked over and pulled out of Katherine.

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

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

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

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

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

The audio were dirty, Tommy's pelvic arch smacking Jess's ass, Katherine's mouth noisy between Marla's thigh, Ayla's shaky breath as she watched.

Tommy growled,"Whose twat is this ?"

Jess sobbed,"Yours, baby, all yours, god, you're so big, pound me intemperate, show Ayla what a actual man does."

Katherine lifted her head from Marla's pussycat long enough to groan,"Fuck, Tommy, you're a wildcat, deflower her, give her everything."

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

Ayla couldn't stop the wetness pooling under her, the smut, the trust, the freedom. This is what I want, she thought, someone to break me receptive like that.



persona 3 ....

First Taste of Sin

Tommy's hands slammed into Jess's rosehip, driving her down onto his cock with raw, punishing strokes. The whole room echoed with the sharp, wet claps of tegument, Katherine's gasp 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 thigh, glossa flicking greedily. Marla was a mess, nails raking the sheets, pelvic arch bucking against Katherine's mouth.

Ayla sat near the edge of the bed, her eyes wide-eyed, her breathing spell shaky. She couldn't look away. Watching Tommy own Jess, watching Jess's eyes roll back from the sheer violence of it, it made her thighs public press together so taut, her sum thudded against her ribs.

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

She turned her sluice face, found Ayla's gaze, the shy girl watching with parted lips, her finger's breadth tangled in her lap.

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

Ayla crawled close, trembling, heat between her second joint. Katherine lifted her point from Marla's pussy just long enough to smirk.

"olfactory property 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 face. Jess grabbed her wrist tight, optic wild.

"Baby… this pecker is heaven… oh god… someday I want you to feel it too, Ayla… you'd flavor so precious stuffed full…"

Marla's part cut through, iniquity and filthy."Tell us more, jade. say us how blinking filthy you are…"

Jess laughed hoarsely, bucking against Tommy's unappeasable stab."Oh, you want begrime ? Baby, I want that XII inches in my pussy next, Katherine… I want to feel it rip me open while Tommy's rooster is in your mouth… watching you choke on him while you take that big dick…"

Marla let out a ragged moan, licking her brim."screw, that's hot."

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

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

"I did… god, I'd lookout man every day…"

Jess rocked on Tommy's cock, her consistency vibration."Give me a fantasy, Katherine, get on, micturate it filthy, name me cum…"

Katherine smirked, eyes half-lidded."I have one now… I'd beloved to let Ayla watch me by herself, just her and me, watch over me get eff senseless… her purity would station me over the edge… I'd eat her scented pussy after, lick up all her middling little wetness…"

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

Jess bucked harder, eyes wild."That's so fucking hot… oh god… Marla, your turn. Give me a confession, take a crap it dirty, bitch…"

Marla lifted her foreland from Katherine's flexure, oral cavity shiny, and laughed darkly."You wan na hear filthy ? I once sucked eight guys off in a jacuzzi on vacation while my man went to account book an digression, then got bent over on the beach by two of them that night. One of those bastards had so a good deal cum, my backtalk overflowed, grimace covered. Still the biggest load I've ever seen."

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

Ayla's eye were huge, face flushed with that shy, secret thrill. She didn't even gain her paw had drifted between her second joint, pressing tight.

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

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

"Don't be shy, pretty girl. Watch him fuck her. Look at that might. Someday he'll fuck you like that too, if you're brave enough to ask…"

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

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

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

Ayla's whole consistency trembled, but she crawled closer, her big middle wide as she looked up at Tommy, her representative a shy whisper.

"Can I… sense of taste you ?"

Tommy grunted, pulled out, putz drip. Ayla's tiny handwriting wrapped around it, her spit darting out shyly to smack him, Jess's slick mixed with his own.

She gave him a few slow, innocent suck, then giggled, her boldness blazing red. She carefully guided him back into Jess's kitty-cat, giggling again.

Jess screamed,"good young woman, Ayla ! Look how afters you are…"

Tommy slammed in, poking brutal, unstoppable. Jess shuddered through another climax, tear spilling from her eyes.

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

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

Jess moaned,"Yesss sister, leave me that cum… Ayla, Milk him, baby, drain him for me…"

Ayla's shy giggle unify with a soft moan as she squeezed every pearl out, licking a pearl from her finger's breadth, optic shining with innocence and lousy wonder.

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

"You did so good, passably miss. So brave. So sweet."

Ayla giggled, hiding her nerve, but when she peeked up at Tommy again, her centre glowed with the same dark hunger that would make her unstoppable.

And with that, her final wall cracked wide open.

Chapter 24

"Her Brave Confession"

Part 1

Morning-After : The Soft Crack

Ayla lay sprawled in her flyspeck hall bed, the cheap sheets twisted around her pelvic arch like a halfhearted shield. Her phone buzzed on the pillow beside her, but she couldn't bring herself to answer it yet. Instead, she lay there, wide and restless, toes curling under the blanket as last nighttime replayed again and again in her mind.

The loft felt like a forbidden dream, a world dipped in candlelight and sweat. Shadows moved on brick walls like they were awake. 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 second joint tighten at the memory, her core clenching with that guilty flush. She hadn't even touched herself while it was happening, too shy, too frozen by how substantial and raw it was. But now, she couldn't stop.

She had come back to her dormitory, slipped under the covers, and let her hand drift between her legs for the outset time in calendar week, not the shy, warm rub she gave herself in the shower, but deep, messy, hungry. And when she woke up this break of the day, the hunger was still there.

Her finger had slipped under her panties before her intellect had even fully woken up, chasing every flash of Katherine on her knees, Tommy's cock glistening under the warm lightness, Jess's lousy praises ringing out like a spell.

She could still sense the way her hips had squirmed on that lounge, wanting to rub her clitoris through her jeans but too afraid somebody would notice. Her eyes had locked on Tommy's rough thrusts, that top executive 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 breadbasket, 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 ahead of time. I just… I can't lay off thinking about lastly night.

She paused, the Logos blurry for a moment. Her free hand drifted down, fingertips brushing that tender, swollen heat between her second joint. Her nerve flamed as she typed the truth.

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

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

Mmm, my honeyed shy thing. What theatrical role celebrate replaying ?

Ayla let her eye impetus shut. Her second joint pressed tighter. She typed with her dislodge script, 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 unsportsmanlike thing. You wanted them to.

She let out a shaky breath as she admitted more.

It made me want to rub my clit so bad rightfulness there. But I was too scared. 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 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 heart thudded so forte she could hear it reverberate in her bones.

Jess's answer came delicate, warm, but edged with that sharpness Ayla craved.

Good. Let it stay in your head. That's what freedom tactile property like, baby. Not pity, hunger. I want you thirsty. 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 breathing spell, her fingerbreadth pressing harder between her second joint. She needed more. She needed to find to a lesser extent alone in how filthy her mind was becoming.

She typed it before she could lose her nerve.

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

Jess's next message hit her like a warm deal on her throat.

Then let's deal, baby. You teach me how to displace like you dance and I'll teach you to fink every filthy affair your unfermented creative thinker thinks. take ?

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

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

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

Ayla's marrow felt so full-of-the-moon it could break open. One more thought pressed up, shy but impossible to keep in.

Do you cerebrate Tommy liked when I tasted him ?

There it was, her real hunger.

Jess's answer was a smile she could get word in her head.

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

Ayla's workforce shook. Her thigh 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 typeface to the pillow, muffling her shaky joke and the bantam 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 tonus warm, mischievous.

Look who we have here sweet Ayla. Be nice. She's braver than she thinks.

Katherine's name popped up right away, soft but with that bound that always made Ayla's thighs jam together.

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

Ayla's impertinence burned. Her finger hovered over the keys. Be brave. She typed.

I can't block off 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 filthy, but with that firm heat that always seemed to melt her spine.

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

Her pulse skipped. Something inside her pushed her further.

She tapped Tommy's name for a private substance. Her chest of drawers extort tight as she typed.

Did you really like how I sucked you ?

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

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

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

Really ? I thought I looked silly.

No. You looked consummate. You made me mislay it. You should see your nerve when you're brave, infant. It's beautiful.

She squealed into her pillow and flipped back to the main mathematical group, heart hammering.

The setting 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 foul mouth, huh ? It's my particular natural endowment. desire me to learn you ?

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

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

Ayla's handwriting shook as she typed her side by side confession.

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

Mmm, baby. Thank you. That means so often. 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 content, pulse racing.

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

Anytime you want, baby. Just say the word. Knowing your passably eye are on me would produce me even filthier.

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

backrest in the principal confab, the praise came gentle but sure.

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

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

Ayla's thumbs hovered. Her beat thundered. She felt her belly clench as her last minuscule fearlessness poured out.

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

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

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

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

trade good fille. continue being brave. I love this slope of you.

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

Ayla stared at her telephone, still buzzing from the last brave message she sent. A new textbook 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 amercement. We'll keep it light source. Lake bar on the edge of township. String lights. music. You'll looking at gorgeous.

Katherine chimed in a moment later. I'm out of townspeople this weekend. Sorry, baby. Rain curb. Make her radiance for me.

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

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

Jess sent one more than message. Wear something that makes you finger brave.

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

Part 3

The Lake party : Ayla's Slow suntan

The lakefront bar sat on the far boundary of town, half dock, half dance floor, strung with warm bulbs that glowed like fireflies in the dusk. Music pulsed out over the water, low and sticky-sweet. It was the kind of place where closed book went to get drunk and sunburned and begged to be remembered the succeeding morning.

Jess was the first to arrive with Ayla in tow. Ayla's hint caught when she caught her reflection in the window. For once she didn't look like the shy female child in baggy sweats. Her hair was brushed out in lustrous whorl, tumbling down her shoulders. A tiny craw top clung to her gentle curves, showing just a mite of that matte belly and the teasing pedigree of her abs. Tiny shorts hugged her peach-round ass, blue jean tight enough to ride up when she walked.

She looked thoroughly. She felt it too, even if her men stimulate a slight 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 heads already, baby,"she teased.

Ayla giggled, tugging at her boxers 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 paw, eyes on the water like he owned the whole night. He turned when they stepped up. That easy grin. The way his eyes dragged over Ayla made her breadbasket dip : hot, sweet, and so, so dangerous.

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

Tommy greeted Jess first, pulling her in by the hips, kissing her thick and decelerate, just enough to pee Ayla's thigh pinch together. Then his centre found her, softer now, but no less heavy.

"You look unbelievable tonight,"he said. calm air. 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 breath but no one caught it. Jess was already tugging Ayla finisher, pressing a dusty potable into her hand.

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

Later, the music swelled up, something with a slow, duncical bass part. The docking facility lights turned fortunate, shadows dancing on bare shoulders and lake water. Jess grabbed Ayla's hired hand, pulling her toward the tamp floor.

Tommy stayed back at for the first time, implements of war folded, watching them from the railing. His inviolable pectus in a squiffy pitch-dark tee, summer tan deep, veins coiling down his forearms. The girls on the sorrel 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 whisker over her shoulder."Of course they are. Look at him, he's a walking fucking fantasy."

Ayla's center lingered on him, tracing every line, the incline of his articulatio humeri, the way his eyes pinned her in place even from across the bob. The butterfly stroke in her belly outburst all-encompassing open.

Jess spun in front of her, grabbing Ayla's pelvis, pulling her finis so their thighs brushed. Ayla squeaked, giggling, but she didn't back away. Jess's lips brushed her ear :"Dance with me. show him how sweet you can move."

The beat dropped. Ayla hesitated only a second gear, then let herself go. It started tardily : her pelvic girdle rolling side to side, modest, plaguy rotary. She felt the center on her, not just Tommy's, but the stranger around them, men and women alike. It made her dizzy. Wet.

When her heart flicked up, Tommy was leaning against a post now, weapons system still crossed, watching her with that darkness hunger that made her human knee feel like sugar. Jess's smile was wicked when she saw it.

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

Ayla sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She moved dumb, hips rolling like water, that secret professional dancer self flickering to lifetime. 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, short waist winding. Jess's laughter in her ear was one-half praise, one-half dare.

"tone 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 eye met : a spark that felt like a lucifer in a dry field.

And she fed on it. She turned around, facing him fully now, and let her consistence do what it knew best : slow, sinuous sway ; that clean-handed face paired with a roll of her hips 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 crew 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, stone's throw by stone's throw, until she was close decent to touch him. She pressed her hands to his chest, giggling shyly when his hands fell to her waist, strong and warm.

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

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

She giggled again, but her eyes were total of fire now. She let him turn her, pull her back against his front, his hands splaying over her belly, down to the swell of her hips. She felt him, the weight unit of him, the hope of what that cock would do to her. Her breath hitched.

Jess joined them, pressing up against Ayla's other side. Her hand slid down Ayla's thigh, nails dragging softly."facial expression at you, sweetness miss. search at you."

From his perch at a slope table, Eric sat freeze down, heart full behind his trash. He looked so low. So out of place. He watched his shy girl, the girl who once flinched if he kissed her neck opening in public, grinding decelerate and sinuate between a man built like a sin and a girl who made filth tone like art.

He tried to expect away. He couldn't.

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

He squeezed her hip."I am."

Her eyes dropped, just for a arcsecond, to the swelling straining against his blue 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 oculus one more sentence, and her shy little smile said everything.

The lake party buzzed around them, rut and glance making Ayla's heartbeat race. Tommy had booked a hotel just in case they needed a post to doss down if they got too drunk, though mostly it was for him ... college and distance made moments like this rare.

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

By the time they checked in, the tenseness from the dockage hadn't faded. Ayla perched on the edge of the couch, heart pound, 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 declination

The hotel room felt too small for the heat building in Ayla's chest. She perched on the boundary of the cast beside Jess, her bare knee joint brushing Tommy's second joint. The denim of his denim was warm under her skin. Her pulse thudded so loud she wondered if Jess could take heed it.

Eric sat stiff in the exclusive 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 backtalk. Her representative was so soft it almost died in her throat."Tommy… um… can I… see it ? Just for a 2nd ?"

Tommy smiled, that wearisome, cool off, muscular grinning that made her thigh squeezing tight."You wan na see my prick, sweet young woman ?"

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

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

She turned her headway, cheeks flushed pink, but her interpreter didn't faltering."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 rap, breath catching when her knuckle joint brushed the heavy outline straining his zipper.

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

She freed him, thick and half-hard, already hot in her ribbon. She gasped softly, fingertips tracing a venous blood vessel, eye wide like she was studying forbidden art.

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

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

She shook her top dog."No… just… excited."

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

She turned, a shy smile curling the edge of her lips."Then close your eyes. Or sentry. But I'm not stopping."

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

"Good fille,"he murmured."gustatory modality it."

Her mouth parted, wrapping around the thick crown, careful and gentle, like her outset forbidden lick of ice cream on a hot day. She moaned, surprised at how good it felt, how powerful.

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

Eric grunted, shifting uncomfortably, his own cock a dampen ache in his denim."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, slower, bolder, clapper tracing the slit."This is what a real cock tone like, Eric. It's thick… heavy… real."

Tommy stroked her tomentum back, voice velvet-dark."clear wider, baby. Don't be shy."

She did, slipping him deeper this time, eyes fluttering shut as her knife danced under his light beam. 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 professorship branch."You don't roll in the hay my mouth like this, babe. 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 little, feeding her inch by inch. Ayla moaned, gagging softly, then giggled as she pulled back, spitting clinging to her chin.

"Eric…"Her articulation was a mellifluous whine, 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, voiced and barbarous, 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 sense good… arrive at it exact me."

Eric groaned, shame painting his cheeks red.

She stroked Tommy with both hands, slow twists, lingua flicking over the 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 quarrel."Holy fuck, Ayla. You're stunning."

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

Ayla moaned, rolling her hips, other hired man slipping under her midget shorts, fingers buried in her dribble pussy."Mmm… yes… god… I want you to smash me, Tommy. deform me up like a pretzel… hammer me until I cry."

She turned her head, hair falling over one eye, lip still full of spit and nastiness."Eric, baby… you can delay if you want. But soon I'm gon na leave him this kitty-cat too. And I don't think you can stop me."

Eric whimpered, humiliated and painfully hard.

Ayla plunk back down, moan muffled around Tommy's cock, script working him toilsome, faster, baggy."Mmm… fuck… you taste so thoroughly, Tommy… take my mouth, baby… bring in me immerse it all…"

Jess egged her on, lofty purr."Do it, sister. Be the good girl you want to be."

Ayla trembled, fingerbreadth fucking herself strong 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 circle splashing her tongue, dripping past her lips. Ayla moaned, swallowing greedily, letting some spill ... milklike streak on her Kuki, chest heaving.

She looked at Eric through half-lidded eyes, a Henry Sweet, ruined angel with a bother's grinning."This is me now, babe. Watch me bloom."

Ayla let Tommy slip from her lip, cheeks flushed, Kuki shiny with spit and cum. breathing time trembling, she guided his midst prick along her cheek, 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, hungriness, possession. He brushed his thumb across her viscid lips, coaxing her to give for one more taste."You're a honest girl, Ayla. So sweet. So brave."

Ayla moaned, nuzzling the tip against her jaw, leaving faint trails of his loss. She breathed out, vox shakiness, center locked to his.

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

Tommy's digit slid into her hair, tilting her Kuki-Chin up."Really, pretty girl ?"

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

Eric let out a ruin phone, half choked, half aroused, watching his sweet girlfriend incandescence with filthy entry. Ayla just turned her oral sex, licking the tip again, claiming him with one last shy swirl of her tongue.

Jess slid behind her, wrapping an arm around her waistline, kissing the position of her cervix."looking at you, baby… so perfumed, so cruddy. I'm so gallant of you."

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

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

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