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  • At the time we were all on our backs with our feet high in the air and wide part. I was really concentrating on pushing myself and wasn’t thinking about what I was wearing. It was warm in the school gym and I was sweating from all the exercises so I wasn’t thinking about keeping warm. It was only when I looked at Jenny and saw where her eyes were looking that I remembered that I had my short baggy green running shorts on, with no knickers on underneath. Jenny was looking right at my pussy through the gaping leg holes. More than that, if Jenny could see everything that I’ve got then the people who were laid at my feet could too. Well it was too late by then; I’d obviously been giving everyone a good view for quite a while so another 10 minutes to the end of the lesson wasn’t going to make much of a difference. I just started taking quick looks at the people in front of me to see who was trying to see my pussy and trying to think what they were thinking. When we all stood up at the end of the lesson I noticed that the middle-aged man that had been directly in front of me had either been having a good look at me, or he kept a torch in his shorts. Jenny called me over to her after bring the class to a close. She asked me if I had enjoyed myself and if I would be going again the next week. She kept me talking for ages about nothing in particular, until she suddenly said, “you’ll really boost the number of men coming to these classes if you keep coming dressed in those shorts.” I blushed a little bit artistic and said, “I don’t know what you mean, what’s wrong with them.” “Absolutely nothing” Jenny replied, “they’re just great, just what’s needed” I knew exactly what she meant, and the grin on her face told me that she knew that I knew. She started walking towards the changing rooms and we went in as the other women were starting to come out and go home. By the time that we had stripped off and got in the showers we were the only ones left in there. It seemed funny being back in school showers, there’s something about them. As I was showering I was remembering my days at school when all us little girls were shy about being naked together, how we used to try to cover ourselves and only have a few seconds under the water. Jenny suddenly said something that brought me back to reality and I looked over at her. She has quite a slim body with shoulder length brown hair. Her breasts are about the same size as mine but her nipples are a lot smaller. When she chubby turned to look at me I saw that she hardly had any pubic hair, it didn’t look as if she shaved, she only had a few and they were all in a tall thin triangle above the front of her pussy. Jenny saw me looking at her and asked me how often I shaved my pussy. She seemed fascinated when I told her that I didn’t shave any more, that I had removed them all with a special machine. I could she was cringing as I was telling her about the depilatory machine so I told her that it didn’t hurt at all, the only problem was that it took so long. Jenny joked, saying “well it wouldn’t take long with me with the few that I’ve got.” I laughed a bit and agreed with her. As we were getting dressed Jenny noticed that I didn’t have a bra or knickers and said, “Got rid of amateurs your bras and knickers as well then.” She had said it in a joking way and just said, “Oh!” when I told her that I had stopped wearing them over 6 months ago. On the way out Jenny asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with her. I said, “Thank you for the offer but I’ve got to get back to my Master.” She looked a bit puzzled as I continued “How about after next week’s class?” Jenny said, “OK” and I headed for home. Back home Jon asked me how I had got on and I told him that I had enjoyed it and that I wanted to go again the next week. I told him all about Jenny and he said that I would have to watch her; he said that she sounded as if she was a lesbian and might try to get into my knickers - if I’d been wearing any. When I told Jon that most of the other women there had been wearing leotards he said that Sport we would go and have a look in the shops brown hair and see what we could find. When I got up on the Friday morning I had aches all over. It took until lunchtime for me to get back to normal. Saturday November 7 and Sunday November 8 The weekend went off without anything interesting happening, probably because Jon had a lot of work to do and he had to go into work on the Sunday - all day. I say without anything interesting happening but that’s not quite true. I broke a cup when I was washing-up on the Saturday evening and Jon had me ‘assume the position’ on the kitchen floor for about 30 minutes before he put me over his knee and gave me 100 slaps with his hand. My bum was bright red and sore by the time I had said, “100, thank you Master” but I managed to avoid crying. After he’d finished that Jon had me bend over the kitchen table and he had me from behind. I could just stay like this forever engulfed in her tight bliss and feeling that vibrator buzz against the tip of my cock. Reaching out she searched for the source of what she was feeling. 'Fucking look at me!' He snarled again, pressing against her windpipe with his strong hand. Sarah brown hair had a black skirt and a chubby white sweater, she looked beautiful even with no makeup. I start to hear voices and laughed in the vicinity. I ended up with a black bin bag of clothes, including 3 pairs of knickers, that I was sure that I’d never wear again. “Well then, it appears this contingent acted against the wishes of King Tiadoa, for I can’t imagine he’d sign off on a covert operation to attack me, much less sully his lucrative relationship with King Dreus. " Master thought you looked too comfortable so we need to re arrange you for the night." A couple of minutes later they came in and sat Sport down. Tummy’s response was immediate, as Sara reversed. “Oh, this is incredible. The under-layer is built into it and comes away with the same movement, suddenly spilling my breasts free. “You are right. And I figured that Freddy would probably look at amateurs my droopy boobs for a little while, and that he might even touch them and artistic feel them. They expected to get back around midday on the Sunday. He pulled his glistening cock out of her with a pop. When they stepped into the elevator. I was the last to leave the coach and the driver wished me a happy birthday as well. “Yes, he did.” Cindy replied as she sipped her coffee. He began to walk and talk. She felt a pure joy, cheek to cheek with Liana, whom she loved. Erin Stephens, the scrawny, straight-edged, wannabe RA now triumphantly bounced on her prey's cock, pistoning herself with thighs that had grown thick and powerful.
  • I expected her to embrace it. To love incest as much as we did. Everyone we knew was getting into incest. It was amazing. “This is a den of harlots and demons!” Mrs. Armstrong hissed, her words crazy, her hair wild. She stepped into her dress, pulling it up her body not even bothering with her bra. “You're a disgusting, foul, nasty thing, Stefani! To think you would get off touching me! To make me do such sinful things! What sort of deviant whore does that?” “One who loves pussy,” Stefani said, standing proud. “Get the fuck out of here, Mom. Go run back to Dad and your church and pretend you didn't have the wildest afternoon of your life. That your pussy isn't aching artistic for me to fuck you hard again. I won't. I won't eat your snatch or pound your cunt or give you all that pleasure you crave. Fucking hypocritical bitch!” She grabbed her mother's bra and hurtled it at the bitch. “You're not welcome here,” I added. Mrs. Armstrong snorted. She shoved her bra into her purse and wheeled around. She marched out of the room. She slammed the door hard behind her. It boomed. I shook my head, my body trembling as chubby the rage surged through me. I looked at amateurs my lover and such a vile hatred burst inside of me. Tears spilled down Stefani's face. I grabbed my lover and pulled her to me I held her. I rocked her. Her tears stained my face as she sobbed like a little girl. My heart broke. I thought I despised her family before, but now... I wanted to claw out Mrs. Armstrong's eyes. Stefani was the sweetest girl in the world. I loved her so much. I held her tight to me, stroked her hair, and whispered soothing love into her ear. I brown hair wouldn't let Sport her mother hurt her. I wouldn't let her mother tear her down. “You're beautiful. You're amazing. I love you, Stefani. Don't listen to her. "OH FUCK, YOU’RE GONNA TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF," Pinkie screamed as Tallesman hung three two-pound weights on each aureole ring so that Pinkie’s nipples were now stretched several inches and her boobs hung way below the breast collar cutting deeper into her crimson red titties. Bill Axor (AKA Ambrose) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh Before I Sport started my part of this story, mom let me read all of her chapters and she’s right about everything she said about me. I do remember saying all that stuff about me wanting her to be with him because I did, and you all know why I did, I talked about it already and I told you exactly why I did. It didn't take her long. “Yeah, something we stumbled across last week,” I told her, “It induces a powerful orgasm. I reached over and shook my sleeping beauty gently. Her eyes lingered on my crotch and for some stupid reason I slid my feet apart. If I hadn't shaved, a large part of my bush would've been exposed. brown hair chubby artistic Finally saying "What the fuck just happened?" Bill entered the whirlpool with a full erection and full balls of semen. “The first visible signs are the belly spasms and the eyes roll up.” I said, “If I could see your eyes, I'd watch them, In this case I watched your belly.” The party was still raving inside the house, people were still dancing and amateurs drinking. ‘Yes, well that was what I wa... going to -’ Isabelle felt her breath quicken. Newlyn did not see the next few fireworks after he took his seat.