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She blushes and thumps your arm. "It's rude to spy on people," she says, and we both start giggling. | She blushes and thumps your arm. "It's rude to spy on people," she says, and we both start giggling. | ||
We are both wearing light summer dresses and of course, neither of us bought knickers. Thinking about Brian's cock poking through the wall gives you that itchy feeling again and instead of sitting on a chair, you ask Brian if you can sit on his lap. | We are both wearing light summer dresses and of course, neither of us bought knickers. Thinking about Brian's cock poking through the wall gives you that itchy feeling again and instead of sitting on a chair, you ask Brian if you can sit on his lap. He gives you a big grin and turns so you can climb on. You wriggle about a little and are rewarded by the feel of a swelling cock under your bum. | ||
"Why don't you sit on Uncle Bob's lap," you say, and Cyn promptly climbs up opposite you. | |||
"If we aren't careful, we are going to get arrested for molesting underage girls," Uncle Bob says with a grin. | |||
Uncle Bob looks around to check no one is listening. "Why don't we take them back to my place and molest them there," he says, with a wink. | |||
Brian lives in a flat above a shop and we have to walk up some metal stairs at the back to get in. It's pretty small. The front door opens straight into a sitting room with a kitchen at one end. There's a two-seater couch with a low table in front of it, and two armchairs, all facing a flat-screen TV. The only other rooms are a bedroom which is nearly filled up with a big bed, and a tiny shower and toilet. We all sit down and Brian gets some beer and some pop out of the fridge and passes the bottle around. | |||
No one speaks for ages. The men sip their beers and we sip our pop. There's a weird kind of tension in the room as if something is going to happen, but nobody knows how to begin. Then Cyn starts giggling. You look at her and she sets you off and you both have to put your bottles down because you are laughing at nothing. "If you don't behave, someone is gonna get a smacked bottom," Brian says. | |||
You look up at him and he is grinning, his white teeth a big contrast to his black skin. "You wouldn't dare," you say, sticking your tongue out. | |||
Moments later, you are face down on his lap and his big rough hand makes sharp contact with your bare bum. "OW!" you cry, although it doesn't hurt that much. Then he does it again, and this time it stings. "OW OW!" The next smack is more a gentle stroke and then you feel his finger exploring between your thighs. Under your tummy, you can feel his cock swelling. | |||
"You're the youngest girl I ever fucked," Uncle Bob says. You are on your back on the table and he is lining his stiff cock up against your pussy. | |||
"Please be careful, I never had anything that big in there before," you say. | |||
Latest revision as of 15:09, 11 November 2023
"I saw what you did," you whisper into Cyn's ear.
She blushes and thumps your arm. "It's rude to spy on people," she says, and we both start giggling.
We are both wearing light summer dresses and of course, neither of us bought knickers. Thinking about Brian's cock poking through the wall gives you that itchy feeling again and instead of sitting on a chair, you ask Brian if you can sit on his lap. He gives you a big grin and turns so you can climb on. You wriggle about a little and are rewarded by the feel of a swelling cock under your bum.
"Why don't you sit on Uncle Bob's lap," you say, and Cyn promptly climbs up opposite you.
"If we aren't careful, we are going to get arrested for molesting underage girls," Uncle Bob says with a grin.
Uncle Bob looks around to check no one is listening. "Why don't we take them back to my place and molest them there," he says, with a wink.
Brian lives in a flat above a shop and we have to walk up some metal stairs at the back to get in. It's pretty small. The front door opens straight into a sitting room with a kitchen at one end. There's a two-seater couch with a low table in front of it, and two armchairs, all facing a flat-screen TV. The only other rooms are a bedroom which is nearly filled up with a big bed, and a tiny shower and toilet. We all sit down and Brian gets some beer and some pop out of the fridge and passes the bottle around.
No one speaks for ages. The men sip their beers and we sip our pop. There's a weird kind of tension in the room as if something is going to happen, but nobody knows how to begin. Then Cyn starts giggling. You look at her and she sets you off and you both have to put your bottles down because you are laughing at nothing. "If you don't behave, someone is gonna get a smacked bottom," Brian says.
You look up at him and he is grinning, his white teeth a big contrast to his black skin. "You wouldn't dare," you say, sticking your tongue out.
Moments later, you are face down on his lap and his big rough hand makes sharp contact with your bare bum. "OW!" you cry, although it doesn't hurt that much. Then he does it again, and this time it stings. "OW OW!" The next smack is more a gentle stroke and then you feel his finger exploring between your thighs. Under your tummy, you can feel his cock swelling.
"You're the youngest girl I ever fucked," Uncle Bob says. You are on your back on the table and he is lining his stiff cock up against your pussy.
"Please be careful, I never had anything that big in there before," you say.