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my back, and her legs were jammed up tight against mine. I drew in my breath and held it. The sharp object was a knife. I knew because she told me as she moved its cold blade over my hot skin. My body remained still, but inside everything was vibrating.
Whenever the blade stopped and I felt it press into me, sometimes pricking, sometimes only scraping its cold hardness over me, my body would tense and then release from deep inside. If I screamed at any point, I wasnât conscious of it, but I must have, because several times Julioâs hand moved from my back to my mouth and she covered it, murmuring soothingly in my ear. Marilise had begun to move more forcefully under me, her backside arching up from the mattress to push into my groin. Her eyes were sometimes open, but mostly they were shut and I became interested in making her open them. Like Julio, I wanted to see what was in her eyes.
I didnât notice right away when Julio put aside her knife. But when I did, I felt relief, not because I was no longer afraid, but because I could now move more freely. I really needed to move; the tension had built up in my body until I knew that the torture would end only when I could release it.
Julio took me by surprise. Quite literally, she took me. One minute every fiber in me was concentrating on the woman
under me, and the next minute I felt something slim, warm and firm at my asshole. It stroked me there, and I began to wonder if I could hold on or if I would struggle with all my might to escape. She seemed to know what I was feeling, because she began to speak to me as her finger moved around my perineum.
âAh! Si, Dani, yes! Mi joven, mi niñito, now is the time! Little one, you are about to lose your virginity. You will accept me down here, and you will thank me. You will not try to move away from me. You canât anyway, jovencito.â Julioâs finger continued its probing, then it disappeared momentarily before I felt it again. It was wet now and somewhat slippery. The deeper in it went, the more it turned and stretched me, the louder became my groans, which I propelled, quite unknowingly, into Mariliseâs mouth.
When I finally thought I would slip into madness if Julio didnât stop, her finger once again left me. I held still, feeling hollowed, and waiting for whatever else she would do to me. Her finger did not return, but was instead replaced by something much bigger, much wider. I couldnât see what Julio had, though later, much later, I did. It was a hard, giant pod of some kind, from one of the trees that lined Havanaâs streets, flaming out huge flowers in brilliant tropical array. The podâs shell was dark brown, very smooth, and nearly ten inches in length, its diameter between an inch and two inches. In fact, it tapered to a fairly narrow end of about an inch, and it was this end she had introduced into my virgin ass. But that night, I could only feel it and I tried, I did try, even against Julioâs orders, to move out of its reach. I failed, and only felt it slip in deeper as my trembling body cringed away.
At some point as she worked this amazing tool into me, Julio had also reached around my body and I felt her hand brush my body, felt warm liquid pouring from between my cuntlips. The touch was almost, though not quite, incidental
By the Boots
Lauren Sanders
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So evening came, and morning came; it was the first day and then the second before we left my apartment. We walked the wet streets as if we were inside of a bubble, one of those scenes you shake and the snowflakes fall. It wasnât snowing yet, but the air was heavy, the sky a mist of gray guncotton.
We bought coffee in paper cups and continued on, going nowhere. Shade stopped in front of a vendor hawking hats, modeling a few as I sipped my coffee through a crack in the plastic lid. She chose a black knit cap, the kind worn by urban thugs on television. âAre you
Whenever the blade stopped and I felt it press into me, sometimes pricking, sometimes only scraping its cold hardness over me, my body would tense and then release from deep inside. If I screamed at any point, I wasnât conscious of it, but I must have, because several times Julioâs hand moved from my back to my mouth and she covered it, murmuring soothingly in my ear. Marilise had begun to move more forcefully under me, her backside arching up from the mattress to push into my groin. Her eyes were sometimes open, but mostly they were shut and I became interested in making her open them. Like Julio, I wanted to see what was in her eyes.
I didnât notice right away when Julio put aside her knife. But when I did, I felt relief, not because I was no longer afraid, but because I could now move more freely. I really needed to move; the tension had built up in my body until I knew that the torture would end only when I could release it.
Julio took me by surprise. Quite literally, she took me. One minute every fiber in me was concentrating on the woman
under me, and the next minute I felt something slim, warm and firm at my asshole. It stroked me there, and I began to wonder if I could hold on or if I would struggle with all my might to escape. She seemed to know what I was feeling, because she began to speak to me as her finger moved around my perineum.
âAh! Si, Dani, yes! Mi joven, mi niñito, now is the time! Little one, you are about to lose your virginity. You will accept me down here, and you will thank me. You will not try to move away from me. You canât anyway, jovencito.â Julioâs finger continued its probing, then it disappeared momentarily before I felt it again. It was wet now and somewhat slippery. The deeper in it went, the more it turned and stretched me, the louder became my groans, which I propelled, quite unknowingly, into Mariliseâs mouth.
When I finally thought I would slip into madness if Julio didnât stop, her finger once again left me. I held still, feeling hollowed, and waiting for whatever else she would do to me. Her finger did not return, but was instead replaced by something much bigger, much wider. I couldnât see what Julio had, though later, much later, I did. It was a hard, giant pod of some kind, from one of the trees that lined Havanaâs streets, flaming out huge flowers in brilliant tropical array. The podâs shell was dark brown, very smooth, and nearly ten inches in length, its diameter between an inch and two inches. In fact, it tapered to a fairly narrow end of about an inch, and it was this end she had introduced into my virgin ass. But that night, I could only feel it and I tried, I did try, even against Julioâs orders, to move out of its reach. I failed, and only felt it slip in deeper as my trembling body cringed away.
At some point as she worked this amazing tool into me, Julio had also reached around my body and I felt her hand brush my body, felt warm liquid pouring from between my cuntlips. The touch was almost, though not quite, incidental
By the Boots
Lauren Sanders
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Â
Â
Â
Â
So evening came, and morning came; it was the first day and then the second before we left my apartment. We walked the wet streets as if we were inside of a bubble, one of those scenes you shake and the snowflakes fall. It wasnât snowing yet, but the air was heavy, the sky a mist of gray guncotton.
We bought coffee in paper cups and continued on, going nowhere. Shade stopped in front of a vendor hawking hats, modeling a few as I sipped my coffee through a crack in the plastic lid. She chose a black knit cap, the kind worn by urban thugs on television. âAre you
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