| After that we take turns throwing the girls until Sherry, who has long since left the water and returned to the house, rings the bell for us to come up to lunch. Under the shower the girls and I strip off, Ken looking on surprised, then shrugging his shoulders he follows suit and the two of us go through the age old male custom of checking out each other's equipment while pretending not to. Mara, however, has no such compunction and points at my groin, saying brightly, His is bigger than yours Ken. Poor Ken blushes beet red, as I scold, Mara! But it is. she protests, bright eyed and innocent, as Chloe giggles helplessly. And my hand is bigger than your butt. If you know what I mean. Oh, all hard gay gallery right! her voice is pouting, but her eyes twinkle. | We finish rinsing off and towel down, I stop Ken from putting his wet shorts back on, offering to lend him a pair of mine. Up at the house we dump our wet clothes on the line and the girls scurry off to Mara's room. As I take Ken into mine and hand him a pair of shorts. In the kitchen, we offer to help Sherry, but she says there is nothing to do, and to wait for the girls. A minute later they emerge, both are wearing hot pink lycra bike shorts, the tops of which have been folded under so that they expose two inches more midriff than was ever intended. On top Chloe is wearing a tiny yellow crop top while Mara has on one of those dresses that is made from a long tank top with a four inch ruffle sewn on the bottom. Two years ago it might have fitted her, now the bottom of the skirt is even with the top of her shorts and her crotch and bottom peek out from beneath it. It is obvious that neither girl is wearing any knickers as their little slits are fully defined under the tight stretch fabric of their pants. Tiffany nodded again, quieting a little. |
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Mark gave her a quick kiss on the cheek--part of his reward plan--and left. Now, it was time to teach Julie a lesson. xxx Julie sat on the couch and watched the kitchen door nervously. Mark and Shannon were in there, making a lot of noise, and she couldn't go see--Mark had tied her wrists and ankles, obviously planning to have her again. He'd gagged her, too, but had left it hanging around her neck instead of in her mouth. After about ten minutes they returned, Shannon carrying a large shopping bag. Mark put Julie's gag back in and lowered her to the floor, where Julie expected he'd start. But he didn't. Instead, Shannon knelt next to her, grinning wickedly. Mark went back into the kitchen. Shannon leaned closer. You've been bad, Julie. You lied and you tried to fool us. Now we're going to punish you for it. Really punish you. She reached into the bag and withdrew a carving knife, which she laid down next to Julie.
| Julie began to whimper, he heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her sturdy stallion had now unbutton'd, and produced naked, stiff, and erect, that wonderful machine, which I had never seen before, and which, for the interest my own seat of pleasure began to take furiously in it, I star'd at with all the eyes I had however, my senses were too much flurried, too much concenter'd in that now burning spot of mine, to observe any thing more than in general the make and turn of that instrument, from which the instinct of nature, yet more than all I had heard of it, now strongly informed me I was to expect that supreme pleasure which she had placed in the meeting of those parts so admirably fitted for each other. Long, however, the young spark did not remain before giving it two or three shakes, by way of brandishing it he threw himself upon her, and his back being now towards me, I could only take his being ingulph'd for granted, by the di- rections he mov'd in, and the impossibility of missing so staring a mark and now the bed shook, the curtains rattled so, that I could scarce hear the sighs and murmurs, the heaves and pantings that accompanied the action, from the beginning to the end the sound and sight of which thrill'd to the very soul of me, and made every vein of my body cir- culate liquid fires the emotion grew so violent that it almost intercepted my respiration. Prepared then, and disposed as I was by the discourse of my companions, and Phoebe's minute detail of everything, no wonder that such a sight gave the last dying blow to my native innocence. Whilst they were in the heat of the action, guided by nature only, I stole my hand up my petticoats, and with fingers all on fire, seized, and yet more inflamed that center of all my senses my heart palpitated, as if it would force its way through my bosom I breath'd with pain I twisted my thighs, squeezed, and compressed the lips of that virgin slit, and following mechanically the example of Phoebe's manual operation on it, as far as I could find admission, brought on at last the critical extasy, the melting flow, into which nature, spent with excess of pleasure, dissolves and dies away. After which, my senses recover'd coolness enough to observe the rest of the transaction between this happy pair. The young fellow had just dismounted, when the old lady immediately sprung up, with all the vigour of youth, derived, no doubt, from her late refreshment and making him sit down, began in her turn to kiss him, to pat and pinch his cheeks, and play with his hair all which he receiv'd with an air of indifference and coolness, that shew'd him to me much altered from what he was when he first went on to the breach. My pious governess, however, not being above calling in auxiliaries, unlocks a little case of cordials that stood near the bed, and made him pledge her in a very plentiful dram after which, and a little amorous parley, Madam sat herself down upon the same place, at the bed's foot and the young fellow standing sideway by her, she, with the greatest effrontery imaginable, unbuttons his breeches, and removing his shirt, draws out his affair, so shrunk and diminish'd, that I could not but remember the difference, now crestfallen, or just faintly lifting its head but our experienc'd matron very soon, by chafing it with her hands, brought it to swell to that size and erec- tion I had before seen it up to. | I admired then, upon a fresh account, and with a nicer survey, the texture of that capital part of man the flam- ing red head as it stood uncapt, the whiteness of the shaft, and the shrub growth of curling hair that embrowned the roots of it, the roundish bag that dangled down from it, all exacted my eager attention, and renewed my flame. But, as the main affair was now at the point the industrious dame had laboured to bring it to, she was not in the humour to put off the payment of her pains, but laying herself down, drew him gently upon hard gay gallery her, and thus they finish'd in the same manner as before, the old last act. This over, they both went out lovingly together, the old lady having first made him a present, as near as I could observe, of three or four pieces he being not only her particular favourite on account of his performances, but a retainer to the house from whose sight she had taken great care hitherto to secrete me, lest he might not have had patience to wait for my lord's arrival, but have in- sisted on being his taster, which the old lady was under too much subjection to him to dare dispute with him for every girl of the house fell to him in course, and the old lady only now and then got her turn, in consideration of the maintenance he had, and which he could scarce be accused of not earning from her. As soon as I heard them go down-stairs, I stole up softly to my own room, out of which I had luckily not been miss'd there I began to breathe hard gay gallery freer, and to give a loose to those warm emotions which the sight of such an encounter had raised in me. I laid me down on the bed, stretched myself out, joining and ardently wishing, and requiring any means to divert or allay the rekindled rage and tumult of my desires, which all pointed strongly to their pole man. I felt about the bed as if I sought for something that I grasp'd in my waking dream, and not finding it, could have cry'd for vexation every part of me glowing with stimul- ating fires. At length, I resorted to the only present remedy, that of vain attempts at digitation, where the smallness of the theatre did not yet afford room enough for action, and where the pain my fingers gave me, in striving for admission, tho' they procured me a slight satisfaction for the present, started an apprehension, which I could not be easy till I had communicated to Phoebe, and received her explanations upon it. The opportunity, however, did not offer till next morning, for Phoebe did not come to bed till long after I was gone to sleep. |
As soon then as hard gay gallery we were both awake, it was but in course to bring our ly-a-bed chat to land on the subject of my uneasiness to which a recital of the love scene I had thus, by chance, been spectatress of, serv'd for a preface. Phoebe could not hear it to the end without more than one interruption by peals of laughter, and my ingenuous way of relating matters did not a little heighten the joke to her. But, on her sounding me how the sight had affected me, without mincing or hiding the pleasurable emotions it had inspir'd me with, I told her at the same time that one re- mark had perplex'd me, and that very considerably. Lipstick just a bit too bright and not on completely evenly. The full swell of my tits very obvious through the blouse, with it being pushed out of shape and stretched hard gay gallery a bit. Skirt too short and the hem not completely straight. Just of hint of panty lines and my stockings are not on straight. Shoes, well maybe good for tennis? And they both laughed. Amy had stood behind her and now said softly. If we were at a movie, or out to dinner, or just meeting to talk, you look, and smell she leaned close - Heather could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of her neck. A thrill went down her back. wonderful. I admit I have a hard time not watching you as you walk. She stood back. And that is a problem here. Not out there. Here, I can't afford to get wet between the legs every time my beautiful assistant leans hard gay gallery over, or jiggles as she walks, or lets me see her pussy when she sits.
| I must shock you, talking this way. But you must be aware at all times that you can control the effect you are having on the people around you. Especially when you did not have any intention of causing such an effect. |