Misc. Erotica My Brother and the bullies

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Chapter- 5

 
 
I could only gasp as I watched it grow until it reached full erection, slanting upwards from his shaven groin at a forty-five degree angle, the enormous cock able to rise no further due to the force of gravity acting on something so big and heavy. I could see that it was easily over 11” long and as big around as my forearm, to me the huge slab of meat looked more like a truncheon or some form of deadly weapon, rather than a simple body part used in the act of procreation or making love. No this was no simple cock, I thought to myself- this was a BIG POWERFUL COCK, made for fucking hard, deep, cunt-stretching fucking. “Ms. Reema…Go ahead….it’s all yours…” Javed said, his words broke me out of my trance and I tentatively reached forward, my tiny hand extending towards the young black man’s majestic cock. ‘Majestic’, that was the word that came to my mind when I took in the spellbinding view of his horse-lick cock-‘Majestic’. As my hand got closer, I could feel the intense heat coming off the smooth black skin, waves of warmth feeding the air in the room. I could even smell his huge cock, the pure animal like scent of maleness setting fire to my senses.
 
As my slender fingers touched the surface of the shaft a jolt of excitement shot through every tingling nerve in my body, I instinctively closed my fingers as far around the column of flesh as I could, my fingertips coming nowhere close to touching the heel of my hand once more. I’d thought the other two guys were big and it made me gasp to see how much bigger Javed was than either of them, once my hand had closed down, Javed flexed the muscles in his midsection and it made my heart flutter as I felt the power beneath my grasp flown up through his towering erection. “Fuck me” I mumbled under my breath, both the guys heard me and that was exactly what Javed and the others planned on doing. “But all in good time” Javed thought to himself, he was quite content to enjoy watching me work on his cock with my hand right now. In a haze of desire, I started sliding my hand back and forth, loving the feel of the throbbing hardness lying beneath the velvety-soft outer sheath, I drew in a sharp intake of breath as my hand slid over the pronounced cord of his corona, instinctively picturing what that thick rope-like ridge would feel like driving deep into my pussy knowing it would feel blissfully luxurious being stretched by something so beautiful. Within seconds of my hand starting to pump, gooey pre- cum started to ooze forth from the wet opening at the tip, the drooling cock-sap dripping down onto the table in shiny gobs. I wanted more, I wanted to see his full load shoot from his magnificent cock, knowing it was my hand that was going to cause him to climax, I stroked more vigorously feeling the huge cock buck and flex beneath my tiny stroking hand; the heat from his cock flowing right up my arm. I thought my pale white hand looked wickedly exciting against the smooth black column of hardness and a tingling jolt of arousal pulsed through me causing my steamy little box to weep into my panties. Javed looked down at me jacking his cock, the rhythmic movements of my hand had continued to loosen my robe and I was oblivious to it.
 
The front of my robe gaped wide open down to where I’d it cinched with the belt at my waist, my big tits were clearly in view, spectacularly displayed in my delicate chemise. The cups of the green satin garment seemed to be straining to hold the big guns and my nipples were clearly pronounced through the shiny fabric, my line of cleavage between the swells of tit-flesh was more pronounced than any Javed had ever seen before and he’d seen lots of tits in his young life. But my cleavage was deep, dark and seemed to go on for miles, he pictured having his cock sliding back and forth in that inviting valley someday and he knew of things went as planned, that day wouldn’t be far off. But looking at my huge tits and the look of wanton lust on my face that was all he needed to set him off right now and the start of those telltale contractions in his midsection let him know his orgasm was seconds away. “That’s the way Ms. Reema…I’m almost there…just a little more…Oh fuuuuccccckkkkk….yyyyeeeeaaahhhhhhh….” The glistening eye at the top got cloudy as the boiling semen sped up the long hard shaft and then a massive rope of white cum shot forth. Fortunately, at the second he came, I’d been pointing his cock slightly downwards otherwise the first spewing ribbon would have rifled right over past the other side of the table. He ejaculated so powerfully that it hit the middle of the table and ricocheted forward, the milky ribbon stretching all the way to the far side. “Oh my god: I heard myself moan again as the massive cock in my hand kept bucking and shooting as I continued to vigorously pump back and forth. A second thick strand spewed forth, followed by a third and fourth that rifled out in long thick ribbons.
 
I couldn’t believe it as Javed kept coming and coming, gobs and strands of semen raining down on the gleaming surface of the table, I lost count of the number of pulses that went through his throbbing cock each one accompanied by gout of milky cum spewing from the yawning tip. I looked down at the growing mess before me and couldn’t believe how brilliantly white cum was, it was thick and looked deliciously rich. I realized it must be chock-full of sperm to be so white, I found myself salivating, wondering what his cum tasted like. That thought made my sensitive pussy spasm as a small climax shot through me, I kept pumping and Javed kept shooting spewing wad after wad and rope after rope potent teenage cum onto the table. My jacking hand continued to pump back and forth as he totally unloaded, flooding my table with a deluge of glistening seed, Finally, a tingling shiver ran down his spine, I instinctively knew to slow my stroking hand, taking one slow final stroke from the base all the way to the top, forcing out the last of his slimy discharge. I flicked my hand downward, causing that final gob to drop onto the near edge of the table hitting the surface and gleaming provocatively. “That was great Ms. Reema…thank you so much…” Javed said evenly, he stepped back and had to pull his tumescent cock out of my hand. He smiled to himself, knowing I was reluctant to let it go, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and carefully zipped up. He could see that I was in a daze, looking down at my dark walnut table, the surface a shimmering mess of teenage cum. “So…we’ll see you tomorrow for that swim you invited us for?” Javed said. It registered in my mind that I’d been asked a questing and a response was expected of me. What had he just asked? Oh yes…I’d invited them for a swim…tomorrow…that was it.
 
“Uh yes…tomorrow…swimming…yes…okay…” I said, Javed could see that I was thoroughly rattled and yet had been tremendously excited by what had happened to me. Even in the middle of his own climax, he’d seen me tense up and shiver when that little orgasm shot through me. “All right then boys…thanks Ms. Reema…then we’ll be on our way… we’ve taken up far too much of her time as it is…” Javed said to his buddies, as he moved back Nasim stepped forward.  Like they’d done when they’d said goodbye at the front door earlier, he leaned down and gave me a kiss but this time it was full on the lips. I was completely bewildered and instinctively turned my face up to his, letting him press his lips to mine. For some reason, I found myself kissing him back, Nasim kissed me harder, sending his tongue forward between my lips, I closed my eyes and found my lips parting to accept the invader; my own tongue pressing against his. As his tongue rolled over mine, I felt his hand slid inside the opening of my robe to cup my breast. As he kissed me deeper, he gave my tit a gentle squeeze and then he was gone. Surprised, I looked up and saw Javed’s hand on Nasim’s shoulder pulling him back.  Basim quickly stepped forward and leaned down, bringing his face to mine, I felt his warm breath against my cheek and then his mouth was on mine, his teeth nipping delicately at my full bottom lip. I gasped slightly in surprise and he slipped his tongue into my mouth pressing his lips fully against mine again I found myself kissing him back and his hand cupped my breast through the cool satin fabric, his thumb rubbing against my stiff nipple. His tongue ran over mine for a few seconds as he felt me up and then he was pulled back as well.
 
“That’s enough” Javed said hustling Basim out of the way as he leaned over me, his broad frame making me feel small and helpless. I turned my face up to his and Javed could see the desire in my sexy brown eyes, as he lowered his face to mine, he saw me close my eyes in anticipation as I turned my mouth up towards his, my lips parted and waiting. He swept in pressing his full lips to mine, my mouth welcoming him; my lips were hot and soft as a velvet rose. He caressed my lips with his and then gently feathered his tongue into my mouth, where my own tongue was waiting, I pressed it against his. Out tongues rolling together in an intimate dance, he felt my arms come up and circle his neck, holding him close, he placed the flat of his big hand on my midriff feeling the cool satin beneath his fingertips. He slid his hand upwards, cupping one breast and giving it a testing squeeze, loving the way the fleshy mound swelled in his hand. “Mmmm…” I purred like a kitten as he continued to kiss and fondle me, with his hand still cupping my breast, he hefted it, amazed at the substantial weight. I nibbled at his bottom lip and he slid his hand higher on my chest and then slid it down, right down inside the cups of my chemise. He cupped my tits again, only this time he sought out my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. It was wickedly stiff and hot, he rolled the rubbery bud teasingly between his fingertips. “Unhhh…” I groaned against his mouth, feeling my pleasure level rising as he groped me. I could feel my pussy dripping, soaking the panties I was wearing. And knowing how sensitive my breasts were I knew I was close to cum again.
 
Just a few more squeezes combined with those sizzling hot kisses and I knew I’d be exploding and then, he was gone too. I looked up, my wet mouth open and gasping, wondering why he’d stopped. Javed could see the hungry look in my eyes and knew this was the perfect place to stop, the perfect place to allow the anticipation of what could be to occupy my thoughts for the rest of the night. “Okay…until tomorrow then…” he said and gestured to his friends, as they started to walk towards the front door, Javed stopped, turned nodding to the table said “Again…sorry about the mess…” He gave me a teasing little smile and then turned on his heel and followed the other two out. I sat motionless as I heard the front door close. “What just happened?” I asked myself as I sat there trembling wondering what had come over me; I turned to the table Javed had been commenting on. “Oh my god” I uttered, looking at the glistening mess covering the dark wood surface. There was cum everywhere, from one side to the other, long white ribbons and big clumpy pools of the milky semen littered the smooth table top. I remembered how much the first two guys had shot-each one far more than my boyfriend, for sure and far more than any man I remembered being with. And then Javed had shot his load-his huge fucking load of sizzling teenage cum and he’d come like a race horse, rope after rope and gob after gob of thick creamy semen spurting from the gaping red eye at the tip of his huge cock until I thought he’d never stop. He’d flooded my already messy table, his own load at least as much as the other two guys combined, I couldn’t believe how long he’d kept ejaculating. I’d remembered stroking his throbbing shaft, each forward stroke causing a volley of ropey seed to spew forth, splashing down on the pools of cloudy cum already covering the table.
 
I remembered wondering wickedly how someone could shoot so much cum at one time and it was so white it made my heart flutter to think about how potent it must be. “So much cum…” I said quietly to myself as I found myself sitting forward, taking in the lewd spectacle, I found myself getting aroused again just looking at the shiny mess of ball juice. My hand came forward and I tentatively touched my fingers into one pearly clump near the table’s edge, just touching the slimy goo sent a tingling jolt through me. My fingers moved through the milky goodness and I lifted my hand, my eyes sparking as I watched the sticky semen cling to my fingers, the wad of warm discharge dangling lewdly from my finger tips. I was mesmerized by the sight of the thick rich teenage cum swaying teasingly from side to side as I brought my fingers closer, the intensely male scent drifted into my senses, setting me afire. I found myself breathing raggedly as I looked intently at the dangling wad of cum, my tongue unconsciously slipping out of my mouth to my wet lips. I breathed deeply again the raw male fragrance hitting me like an intoxicating drug, with my senses overwhelmed, I didn’t even notice as my other hand slid between the folds of my robe and under the leg opening of my panties. “Oh fuck...” surrendering to my desires I brought my hand to my mouth, my tongue gathering up the dangling wad of semen as my lips slipped over my gooey fingers. “Ohhhnnn…” I moaned as I closed my eyes and savored the intense male flavor, my taste buds coming to life under the luxurious assault as the warm cum flowed over my tongue. I swallowed, purring as the silky clump of teenage semen slid smoothly down my throat.
 
Javed’s kisses and the way he’d toyed with my nipple had gotten me revved up and ready to come and now as soon as the warm gob of cream found a welcoming home in my belly, it hit that trigger inside me and with my other hand busy rubbing my pussy, I came. My body quivering as waves of ecstasy radiated from the base of my clit throughout my whole body, my eyes closed in pleasure as the exquisite sensations flowed through my quivering and trembling body time and again my body jerking as I kept my hand busy between my legs. As the blissful sensations started to dwindle I dipped my fingers back into another milky puddle of jizz; I sucked at my fingers sluttishly, eagerly slurping it down but wanting more. When I’d cleaned every savory morsel from my hand, I turned back to the table reaching forward and gathering up another big wad. I eagerly lapped up that one and then still, that wasn’t enough, like a possessed addict I leaned over the table and extended my tongue into the edge of a shiny milky puddle near the side of the table. I pressed the broad paddle of my tongue down and slid it forwards, sucking up at the same time; a noticeable slurp filled the air. “That tastes so fucking good…” I thought to myself as I drew the heavy wad into my mouth, enjoying the sensations as it gathered on my tongue before I finally swallowed it. I smacked my lips in pleasure and then went back for more, leaning over the table to get the next warm pool of sperm-laden seed. As my tongue and lips sucked up the next batch of cum, my hand got busy under my robe again, I pushed my soaked panties well to the side and went to work on my dripping cunt, my fingers finding my pronounced clit hot and throbbing. 
 
As the next wad of cum settled on my taste buds, my slick fingertips tweaked that sensitive nodule between my legs and I came again, spasming and shaking like a wild thing. My eyes closed as I swallowed loving the feel of the creamy semen slipping like melted butter down my throat. “Yesss” I hissed as my climax shot through me, every nerve ending jangling deliciously but it still wasn’t enough. I leaned further over the table, my huge breasts pressed against the surface now as I reached forward to get more. My hand kept ribbing between my legs and I came again before I’d licked up every last drop. I slumped back in my chair, my fingers still toying with my tingling pussy, my hands and face glistening with both male and female cum, I sat there in a daze, wondering what had happened to me but feeling blissfully euphoric at the same time. My display of wanton lewdness wasn’t lost on the three sets of eyes watching me from behind some bushes in the backyard. The three bullies had slipped through the gate at the side of the house and snuck around the back, as I finished licking up the last of their cum and sat back to ponder what I’d done, the three guys shared a fist bump with each other and then disappeared into the night. My shamelessly sluttish behavior wasn’t missed by another set of eyes either, the ones watching from the darkness at the top of the stairs. Samir had whacked off two loads while looking at my pictures on his computer, the panties he’d pilfered from my laundry hamper were soaked where he’d been sucking on them. He’d pumped a creamy mess into each cup of the bra that he’d stolen, the pearly fluid looking obscene as it sat in the big curved cup, the clumpy gobs of boy juice slowly soaking into the fabric. 


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Chapter- 6

 
Samir’s lube coated hand had been busy, the second load coming surprisingly quickly after the first one as he brought up other pictures of me on his screen. These were ones he’d created himself using the Photoshop program, he’d a numbers of pictures of my attractive face that he’d edited, cropping off the rest of my body other than my head down to my neck. He’d finished that off by adding a chunky or wide necklace to the shots, giving the headshot of me a bold distinctive edge, this allowed him to transfer that headshot of me onto pictures he’d downloaded into his files from various internet sites. The wide necklace creating a natural border between my face and the original model’s body, making for a better color match; he’d cut and paste layers from those originals until the model’s face was covered while leaving the rest of her body intact. He’d than add my face into the shot, a little manipulation of the colors and scaling the new part to fit was often necessary but the results were usually realistic and Samir loved his collection. For the second load, he’d switched from the white bikini pics to some of me in corsets and stockings, the slappy sticky sounds of his pumping hand had filled the room before he’d sent the second load straight into the waiting bra cups, thoughts of spraying his cum over my real tits filling his head. With that second load out of the way, he’d washed the greasy lube off his hand and set to work on editing some new pictures that he’d downloaded. He was just working on the second of the new pics he’d downloaded when he heard me coming out of my room. He didn’t think much of it at first but then my footsteps seemed to be hurrying down the stairs, which he thought was strange.  With his curiosity now piqued, he quietly opened his door, he listened closely and then heard the murmur of voices coming from the area of the front door.
 
Samir could make out my tone voice but the other was a low, masculine rumble which sounded vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place it. Wanting to know what was going on, he strode back into his room and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. The voices seemed closer now as he made his way out of his room, stealthily making his way down the darkened hallway, he came to the corner near the start of the wide curving stairway and peered around the edge. “What the fuck?” Samir said to himself as he saw his three bullies sitting at the kitchen table with me. Javed was talking to me quietly, wondering what we were doing there, Samir hunkered down in the shadows and watched and listened, after settling down on his haunches, he was able to make out most of our words even though we were keeping our voices low. Samir figured I must have told them he was upstairs and probably sleeping, so Samir had stayed hidden in the darkness and taken in everything that had happened right down to me licking up every milky gob of the bullies cum while I got myself off with my fingers. He’d watched my hand work vigorously between my legs as I’d leaned over the table, licking up the warm semen ravenously. When I’d sat back in the chair to compose myself, Samir had taken a last look at my gleaming spunk covered face and retreated to his room, his brain swirling to the point he was almost staggering, his heart racing. Now he sat at his desk in front of his computer, trying to comprehend everything that he’d just seen, he had to admit he wasn’t surprised at the scam the bullies had pulled preying on his sister’s kind-heartedness in order to satisfy their own perverted pleasure.
 
But Samir had been surprised by the look of wanton desire on my face as I’d jerked them off, it was clear as anything that I was enjoying it, even as I tried to keep my feeling somewhat subdued on the outside. When I eagerly made a meal of the puddles of semen on the table, it put any thoughts of me possible reluctance to rest. What was really troubling Samir more than anything were his own thoughts of what he’d seen and how he’d reacted. He knew he should have been angry with his bullies for the way they conned his sister into jerking them off, any proper brother would have been incensed by what they’d done but Samir had reacted differently. He was somewhat embarrassed and guilt ridden to admit that watching what had happened had aroused him tremendously. His breath had started to come in rapid gasp when Nasim first whipped out his cock and I started to stroke it and it became quickly clear how much I was enjoying it; it didn’t take long before Samir felt his own pecker tenting out the front of his baggy sweatpants wishing it was his cock I was stroking. Samir wanted badly to reach down and jerk it off as he watched me, the rapturous look on my face turning him on even more. But for some reason-maybe because he knew what the boys were like-he knew there’d likely be more come than just Nasim getting jerked off. So he’d used all his willpower to keep his hands off his throbbing cock and just remained hidden and watched, his wide eyes taking in every lurid detail. He was right about there being more and he wasn’t surprised when Basim replaced Nasim, presenting his erect cock to me as if he knew that I was waiting for it once I’d finished with Nasim.
 
Samir noticed that Basim was really well-hung too, even bigger than Nasim and he could see the lustful wanton look in my eyes as I sized up Basim’s rigid cock. Samir was envious of the boys and their big cocks, knowing his wasn’t anywhere close to that size and he could see how I looked at them hungrily. He even saw my tongue instinctively slip out of my mouth and circle wetly around my pouty red lips once or twice, he wasn’t surprised as I didn’t seem to hesitate very long before I started stroking Basim’s cock. Although Samir cock felt like an iron bar in his pants and he could feel pre-cum oozing from the tip, he still managed to keep his hands off it knowing that watching my lewd slutty behavior would have him going off in a second if he touched it. That was all fine and good until Javed brought out his monster, with two loads of cum splashed across the table, Samir watched as Javed eventually stood next to me and then slowly undid his pants. When Javed reached into the opening and pulled out his long, thick cock, Samir thought he was almost going to pass out. Javed’s cock was HUGE FUCKING HUGE! Samir had seen a lot of porn, with well hung black guys making it with white women and there were few that had a weapon as big and thick as Javed’s. Samir watched as Javed’s enormous cock stiffened and extended until it reached full erection, the broad, flared head as big as an apple, the thick shaft looking like the handle of deadly club. Samir saw the same look in my eyes, my brown orbs sparking with desire as I eventually took hold of the massive cock, my hand looking so small and dainty against Javed’s thrusting erection.
 
Samir so wished he’d a cock like that and that it was his huge cock that my hand was wrapped around, with those envious thoughts running rampant in his brain, when I started stroking it, Samir couldn’t contain himself any longer. He felt dizzy with excitement as he reached into his sweatpants and wrapped his fingers around his cock, he’d barely stroked it two or three times before he felt himself going off, spraying his load all over the inside of his pants. His eyes were riveted to my stroking hand and the look of pure rapture on my face as I pumped Javed’s huge cock, Samir’s own hand stroking rapidly back and forth within the confined of his sweats. Samir slumped against the wall as he finished but he still kept looking at my hand on Javed’s cock, the black boy’s rod dripping gooey cock-sap all over the table at this point. He looked back at my face, noticing the hungry look in my brown eyes as I gazed over the huge mess of cum on my table, my tongue once more circling my lips provocatively. Samir was shocked to notice that his own cock hadn’t gone down one little bit, he was still rock hard. He’d already come three times tonight and yet his cock was rigid as it had ever been. He looked back at the lurid spectacle taking place in the dining room below him and he couldn’t help it as his eyes went right to Javed’s throbbing horse-cock, eagerly watching me as I jerked it off. Samir was awash with shame but couldn’t stop himself from watching me enthusiastically stroke the thick wand back and forth. Samir could see that my eyes were glazed over with desire, my face glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration.
 
Samir slid his hand back into his sweatpants and started stroking his rigid cock, eagerly watching the lewd scene below, when Javed started to shoot; Samir watched the long white ropes launched out over the table, his bully’s massive load overwhelming the mess already left by his two friends. As soon as Javed started shooting, Samir looked at my face, seeing my eyes open wide and my mouth gape open as I watched the young black man paste my table with a massive load of milky teenage cum. That look of pure rapture on my face hit Samir right in the groin, he felt the semen speed up the shaft of his own throbbing cock; he leaned against the wall as he started to go off in his pants again, his eyes watching the tip of Javed’s magnificent cock yawn open as the black boy continued to ejaculate, absolutely flooding the table with glistening cum, me looking at my spunk-covered table hungrily. Totally spent, Samir had sat there as he slowly regained his breath, watching the boys kiss and grope me before they left, he was then shocked to see my lurid display as I’d sucked and lapped up every drop of their cum getting myself off at the same time. When I’d finished and sat back, Samir returned to his room, ridden with guilt and trying to make sense of everything he’d seen. Quietly closing the door behind him, he pulled off his sweatpants. “Oh fuck” he said to himself as he looked at the mess on the inside of his pants, the two loads clinging lewdly to the black material. He had his own en-suite bathroom in his room and cleaned himself up and then donned a pair of old boxers that he wore to sleep in.
 
Sitting in front of his computer, Samir replayed everything he’d seen in the encounter between me and his bullies, especially remembering the looks of blissful rapture of my face. He’d seen how excited I’d gotten, how I’d not even noticed as my robe slipped further and further open, my perfect breasts looking amazing in my sexy green nighty. He subconsciously started to move his computer mouse, pulling up Photo shopped pics he’d of me in sexy sleepwear. It wasn’t long until he pumped out another load, dropping this one into the cups of my bra as well, he cleaned himself up once more and got into bed, hoping that sleep would take his mind off the things that had happened. He slept restlessly all night, his brain working  overtime with illicit thoughts of me, what the bullies had done to me-and more than that-what they might do to me next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief; he jerked off each time and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting his load onto the dining room table for me to lick up. Samir showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt before coming downstairs, wondering how I would be this morning. As he came down the stairs, the distinctive scent of frying potato drifted his way, making him realize how hungry he was. “Good morning sleepyhead…how are you doing today…” I said, I came out from behind the fridge door with a carton of eggs in one hand and a bottle of orange juice in the other.  I was lively and vivacious as I faced him across the granite-topped island in the kitchen. Samir noticed that I’d already showered and dressed for the day, my black hair pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray tendrils licking teasingly at my neck and I was already wearing makeup, which was unusual for this early in the morning, especially a Saturday morning.
 
I was wearing a sundress in brilliant yellow; it fit snugly on the upper part of my body before flaring out playfully over my wide hips, the ruffled hem ending quite high on my thighs. My legs were bare, showing off my nice tan, on my feet I wore strappy yellow sandals, with a flat sole, the shoes looked perfect with the summery dress-somewhat fancy, but suitable for a casual day in the sun. The bodice of the dress, the material up top was made of some kind of stretchy fabric, which hugged my torso and my giant tits alluringly; two straps went over my shoulders leaving my arms and shoulders bare, my skin nicely tanned like my legs. The front had a deeply-scooped rounded neckline; Samir almost licked his lips as he took in the impressive upper swells of my breasts and the dark teasing line of cleavage that disappeared down between my massive guns. Through the bright yellow fabric, he could make out the lines of my bra, he knew from some of his past jerking sessions that the bra was yellow as well, a gorgeous soft corn-silk yellow with intricate lace covering nearly the entire surface of each big cup. Like all of my bras, it was heavily reinforced with wire, which was necessary to carry the heavy load that was required by the sexy garment, Samir would have bet anything that I was wearing the matching pair of silk yellow panties that he knew I’d brought as a set with the bra. He’d painted the pronounced cups of that bra with his semen a number of times previously usually while he’d had the matching panties in his mouth, his lips and tongue working to draw out my precious juices. Samir looked closely at my tits in the supportive bra, it looked to him like more of my soft tit flesh was being pushed up than before.
 
“Samir? Are you all right, dear? I asked how are you and you just seem to be standing there daydreaming?” I asked, my words broke Samir out of his stupor. “Sorry Didi…I’m okay…just a little slow waking up…I guess…” he said as he came around the counter and poured himself a glass of juice. “Well…I’m making scrambled eggs and potatoes…I just poured you a cup of coffee…that should wake you up…now you’re in charge of toast…rest of the stuff is almost ready…so you better hop to it…” I said and gave him a big smile and ruffled his hair playfully before turning back to the stove. Samir couldn’t believe how bright and carefree I was acting, my voice was as cherry as my yellow dress. Had last night really happened or had he just been dreaming? He gave his head a shake to try and clear his thoughts; he slid some bread into the toaster and then looked over at me from the side, noticing the way the skirt part of my dress flared out over my curvy bum. He pictured flipping the back of the dress up and sliding his cock into me from behind, right there as I stood at the stove. He knew that image he was picturing was definitely a dream. “So why are you dressed up this early on a Saturday morning?” Samir asked as he started buttering the toast while I divided up the food onto our plates. “Oh…I guess you’ve never seen this dress before…have you?” I replied as I set the plated down on the table, I looked down at what I was wearing, my slender fingers running down over my trim waist and then out over my wide hips. “It is fairly new…I don’t think I’ve worn it before…do you like it?” I did a twirl, the flounced skirt flying up playfully showing more of my full creamy thighs. Samir gulped as he brought the plate with the toast to the table, his eyes feasting on my lush sexy body.
 
Samir took in as much as could, his gaze relishing every pronounced mound and inviting valley of my voluptuous form. “Uh…it…it looks great…I’m just not used to you being dressed up this early in the morning…” he stammered out. “Well …I know the guys were coming over for a swim sometime today…I just wanted to be ready in case they came over early…I didn’t think it would be appropriate if they showed up…and I was still in my bathrobe…” I replied. “Like you were last night when they came over and you jerked them all off and then acted like a slut and licked up every drop of their cum” Samir thought to himself, guiltily knowing he’d love to see a repeat performance of that lurid event but instead of saying what he was really thinking, he simply asked “And you think that dress is appropriate for when those bullies show up?”   
 
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[thyroid]

The language, the writing, the content everything marvellous. The addition of samir adds more to it.

[thyroid]

Keep updating

[drlund]

Plz update

[veenaimo]

Wow...a rare piece of writing in Indian stories... Bullies