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  • I felt everyone's eyes on me as I headed down the stage. A few of the girls whispered as I passed and giggled. My cheeks burned. I wasn't as sexy as other futas. Petite. My tits were small. I had freckles on my face. My dick wasn't as big as others. I used to be called clitty. “That's not a dick,” mean students would say, “that's just a big clit. You sure you're a futa and not a freak?” This wasn't high school. My bullies weren't here. I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She was calling out a junior to join me. I groaned as I caught sight of my mother by the cheerleaders. She gave me a big grin, her fiery hair falling about her face. She flashed me a thumbs up. I groaned, turning my back from my mother as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked it off one by one, trying to drag it out as over five hundred people stared at me. I heard whispering through the room. All the girls were gossiping about me. I just knew it. I slid my blouse off my shoulders, my futa-cock stiff in my panties. My small breasts were hugged by my pink bra. I dropped my top into the plastic bag the principal held for me. She had a supportive amateur smile. “Don't be shy,” she said. “You're a cute futa. You'll see, the girls will love you.” The principal winked at me. My cheeks burned. I unhooked my bra, exposing my small breasts. My dusky nipples thrust hard atop my quivering tits. I dropped the bra into the bag and drew in a deep breath. The junior futa was already naked, her hand stroking her clit-dick as she grinned at the giggling cheerleaders. They were giggling and gushing over the other futa's bigger dick. I groaned and shoved down my skirt, my cock twitching in my panties. My pussy grew juicy. The two naked girls glanced at me for a moment before their eye slid to the older futa. Even they were whispering and gushing. I groaned and then thrust down my panties. My futa-dick sprang out. I felt like every eye was on my stiff cock. It thrust out from my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. “Do you think I have a good body?” And, for what? Without hesitation and faster than the eye could follow she drove her fist into the chiseled abdomen of her Second, the speed and power of the strike such that Tryi was lifted briefly into the air before she came crashing back down to land on her back, the air driven from her as she folded her hands protectively over her abs, growling in pain and anger, red dust rising around her in a haze as she curled amateur up onto her side, the muscles doubtless cramping as the echo from the force of the strike bounced around the cliff walls of where they stood. My dick was hard all day. She timed her arrival for about 3:00 that afternoon. He told me that he was close. She turned back to Doris. I tied rope around her arms and body under and above her tits pulling the rope tight making her breast swell and her nipples stand hard on her tits. Unconsciously, she spread her legs right away and move her hands from my back onto my head as if she wanted to push me further down. "That is all right. I really didn’t know how to start this rendezvous. Imagine that? At one-point Barb noticed that Tim had a bulge in the front of his pants that was partially hidden by his shirt. I will send Zig for you. I begin slowly rubbing your labia’s between my fingers and thumb while my tongue licks up and down over your clitoris. What I saw was a large square room with a large bed – queen size I guess – with purple quilt to match the deep purple padded headboard. She's excellent as a pretend "necrolover". “Oh, come on,” I said. I nodded, my dick twitching. The other Gaianesian women here are drinking separately, standing in small gaggles, although I can hear them giggling loudly and the more brazen are glancing towards the humans with open speculation. Melanie pouted. Chili could barely see the far wall of the room through the clouds. My ass squeezing her fingers and my pussy clenching at the same time, forcing more of Daddy’s cum out of my used pussy. He left her blindfolded on the bed, wearing only a sheer nighty as she lay there lightly fingering herself in preparation for what was to follow. I finally simmered down, and Amy climbed off of my cock. Then they spun the bottle again and it landed on Olivia. She could even hear soft moans of Prema “ Hmmmm, bro, Honeyyy… tear your didi’s cunt…harderrr…. She noticed and the feeling she got made her get warm all over and actually hot between her legs. “I know sweetheart, I'll go as soon as my balls stop shaking.” He looked at me softly, lovingly, “I haven't gotten laid in a long time girl and that felt pretty good, I may want to come back.” Ryan kept going on about how my pussy starts to get wet and swollen; and how I start getting all excited and randy.
  • I stared at the aoi si, her large breasts, her Amazonian face framed by her pure-white hair, giving her such an exotic cast. “I always thought painting was my true calling. And dancing, but...” I squirmed. “I guess I have been performing a lot of sex lately.” “A lot,” agreed Ealaín.“So...” I said, my heart beating faster, “we should complete the bonding then.” “That seems correct to me, Radiant,” the aoi si said. She unbuckled the strap of her breastplate, working them one at a time. “I have been looking forward to being a muse. I am glad my mother sent me to you.” I nodded as Ealaín bared her large, taut breasts, her nipples fat and hard, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits swayed with a level of pliant perkiness that defied their size. They didn't sag one bit. My pussy tingled more and more. “What is she doing?” Zanyia asked. “Are you going to have sex?” Nathalie giggled. “Mistress Kora did say her muse was sent because of sex.” “Apparently I'm better at sex then dancing or painting,” I said, the two other art forms I had mastered to achieve my rank of radiant, a full priestess of Rithi. “Oh, but your dance gives your sex such a... a...” Zanyia struggled to find a world. “Such a lithe delight.” “I am eager to discover that,” Ealaín said, taking off her skirt of banded metal. She set it down with grace, exposing her white bush hiding her pussy. That bush almost glowed compared to the darkness of her skin. It was just a delicious sight, so exotic. “And just because I am aoi si does not mean you cannot develop your other arts. Clearly, they have atrophied.” I frowned at that. I hadn't had the time to devote to dancing or painting. I could create art through sex easily while traveling with my brother. “I would welcome that.” I slipped out of my robes as she bent over, amateur her large tits swaying before her as she unbuckled the greaves over her leather boots. She worked with efficiency. I shuddered, the fingers of my hands tracing over the tattoos of flowering vines covering my body. One vine spiraled around my left breast, pink buds opening into beauty. Each of the tattoos represented my training. This one represented the completion of my novitiate, the first step into being a priestess of Rithi. The other three represented my mastery of the arts. The vine entwining my right arm represented my mastery of painting, and the one growing up my left leg to my hip symbolized my mastery of dance. The last, on my shaved pubic mound and growing towards my pussy, showed my mastery of the sexual arts. My right finger traced the vine across my pubic mound to the shaved lips of my pussy. I was so juicy as I watched the aoi si undress. I trembled, eager to see if the stories were true about these divine daughters of Rithi. Aoi si rose, her ebony breasts swaying. She stretched her back, her youthful, fierce face birthing something wicked. Something hungry. She wiggled her hips and let out a throaty groan. Thrusting from her pussy, growing from her clit, was a cock. In fact, the idea of the two fucking turned me on! She is my sister and in spite of what I found she was still someone I wanted to protect, to keep her safe from harm in any form. "I uploaded and then cleared your camera phone of all the pictures!" he said handing it to her. With that she reached her arms around his neck and virtually welded herself to his body. Relationships never really lasted on her end and not only was it mostly her fault, she knew it was her fault and didn’t mind. He asked me what I liked the most and told him hanging out by the pool. The dim light from the sign of the sex shop covering the parking lot of other perverted minds cars. I buried them again and again into her. The retreating bulge of her hand reached the quivering embrace of my aching twat lips, causing them to flare outward as they strained to retain their grasp on Mother’s incestuous, cunt-fucking fist. amateur And mind your teeth.” Hot as Heaven' and one false code that would give them away. I am the Flame of God, and I will wash the world in her cleansing fire.