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No. 967
5
It was late one Friday night. Almost all the lights in their big home were off. The neighbourhood was dead quiet.
Upstairs was almost completely dark, in the hallway leading to Lila’s and Amy’s bedrooms, a storage room, the unoccupied master bedroom and guest rooms. Yet again, their parents were out of town. And yet again, Amy had no plans on Friday night. Lila used to wonder why but not anymore.
There was a dim light seeping from under Amy’s locked bedroom door. Obviously, Amy was busy making love to herself endlessly.
There was also a dim light from under Lila’s bedroom door. Lila was sitting at her desk, face aglow with the light from her laptop screen, in a T-shirt but no shorts. Her panties were wrapped around one ankle, her feet spread apart on either side of her chair, knees wide apart.
Lila was watching a video. Some pornstar was on her knees letting a whole bunch of black guys with giant penises squirt sperm all over her face. Lila considered it, then closed it and moved on to the next one in her new collection. Lila got tons of it from her best friend from down the street, who copied it off her brother’s computer without him knowing.
Lila was masturbating vigorously, watching the pornos, imagining herself and Amy in those situations. The game was to watch them and see what she would allow Amy to do to her. You know, just hypothetically, for fantasy, for fun. She imagined herself and Amy in the place of the performers in these videos. It made the porn much more fun to watch. Otherwise it was kind of weird and mostly gross stuff. She wondered what kind of porn Amy enjoyed. She wondered, as she had been wondering all night while rubbing her little wet pussy sore, what Amy would enjoy doing to her if they could actually do anything together.
Lila watched another girl, one that looked young enough to be in high school, skinny like a teenager, taking some boy’s big penis into her mouth and sucking it like a lollypop. She looked up at the guy, as though looking into his eyes or something. Lila wondered if Amy would enjoy that. I would love to watch Amy’s face while doing that, seeing how good it felt to her.
Lila then wondered what it would be like to take Amy’s thing into her mouth. Would it even fit? But how amazing would that be. It was gross to watch strangers do it but something about her doing it to Amy, making her feel so good, tasting that amazing big huge thing, taking it into her mouth, sucking it, loving it, something about it just drove her wild.
Lila suddenly came.
Lila shut her eyes and kept ruthlessly working her soaked pussy with her fingers. She imagined herself on her knees, sucking Amy’s giant cock. Making her feel SO good, SO wonderful. Pleasuring her. Loving her. Amy filling up her entire mouth with that amazing thing.
She thought about what would happen next. Yeah, she thought, I’d let her squirt all that white stuff into my mouth. If she wanted me to, I’d drink it too. To show her how much I love her.
I love you so much, Amy, she thought, and sighed in blissful agony as she continued masturbating, enslaved to the squishy mess between her open thighs.
She snapped her laptop shut, tore off her T-shirt, kicked her panties off to one corner, and climbed into bed, heart pounding, throat dry. There she lay on her back on top of the covers, her skinny child-body gleaming with sweat in the moonlight from her window, parted her little thighs as wide as her pelvis would allow, and both her hands, shaking, came together to massage and torment the tender, squishy flesh down there between her legs. One hand sank a finger into the soaking wet hole, the other played with the top of her slick little slit, rubbing her clit furiously. Juices dripped down her tiny butt and stained the sheets.
“Amy,” was all her shaking, quivering voice could manage to whisper, and Lila’s nine-year-old hairless pussy exploded. Lila shut her eyes, face aglow with ecstasy and love, as she thrashed about, her heart bursting with love and overflowing, spilling itself out through her tiny pussy, onto her scrambling little fingers.
“Oh, Amy,” Lila sighed, lovesick and exhausted and delirious, unable to move.
She lay there, barely able to catch her breath, drenched in sweat. She slowly began to lick her wet fingers clean.
Meanwhile, across the hall, Amy’s solo lust was spiralling gloriously out of control.
She lay sprawled on the narrow floor between her bed and the wall on the far side, opposite the windows. She was completely naked, holding up her enormous meaty cock with both sweaty hands, aimed it towards the ceiling, and whimpered and watched helplessly as it squirted and sprayed healthy, milky fluid up into the air as much as two feet. It then just rained down heavily, splattering her naked, sweaty body. It landed all over her belly, on both breasts, even her neck and face, and on the floor around her. She had started using this spot because her sheets were getting all crusty and she realized that would be a problem.
She was struggling to not pass out. Her orgasms were getting longer and longer as well as more intense. The last time she timed it, it was close to a minute, which when you cum that hard, is an eternity, almost painful. When she watched pornos online, she realized the average orgasm wasn’t even close to hers in length: usually over in seconds.
Amy knew she was now addicted. She was now a pervert by pretty much any definition, even taking into account that to a large extent this behaviour couldn’t be helped and was quite possibly really healthy too. She knew she was enjoying it too much, getting hungrier and more shameless and more adventurous. She also realized she didn’t care anymore.
Moments later Amy was sitting up in her chair, and she was going to try something out for the first time, something she had seen in pornos.
Her back strained with the effort of it, rivers of sweat pouring down her tense muscles, her breathing in hisses. She was hugging her massive, soft breasts tight, both arms wrapped around them, squishing them together, and rhythmically slamming them into her lap and back up again. She couldn’t figure out how this worked – oh wow, never mind, now she did. Wow.
She hunched, her breasts, both confined by her hugging arms, sinking down into her lap. Her nipples touched her thighs. She looked down and from between the massive cleavage emerged the shiny, gleaming head of her enormous penis.
She was tit-fucking herself. It felt pretty incredible, especially since she hadn’t bothered to wipe up all her cum, so it was all slippery and hot and wet, and really amazing. It felt so good she didn’t even want to cum. It felt so different, too, from her hand or hands. She didn’t even realize her cock was flexing up, slowly building up towards another explosion, until it was basically already happening.
She happened to glance down just as her cock burst, the head barely clearing her huge soft breasts, and was in instant pain, eyes burning, scalding. She had just shot herself in the face. She squinted and tears formed, her head thrown back, as something hot and wet slapped her chin, and then something hot and wet and slimy trickled down her breasts and her arms holding them. Just as it got better, she opened her eyes, still cumming, and tasted something... strange. Some of the cum she shot her eyes with was dripping down her face and lips, some of it entering her mouth.
She realized it was.... wonderful.
Her brain fried with pleasure, she marked her afterglow by raising a heavy breast to her face and licking off the fresh rivers of sperm. It was so sexy, so hot, so perverted and so beautiful all at once that it blew her mind. She had never tasted it before.
As her enormous, throbbing penis slowly rose back to life again, there was only one thing Amy could think of trying now, and it filled her with electric anxiety and anticipation. She couldn’t. But she realized she just had to.
She sat there, panting for breath, shivering with excitement, as her cock throbbed, swelled, hardened and slowly overrode her brain, taking control of her, curiosity and lust overwhelming her fears and inhibitions.
She stood up, still smeared with dripping juices all over, and walked towards the bathroom. She grabbed her leather bean bag and dragged it in with her.
Four hours later. Moments from dawn.
Amy was in her bathroom, upside down in her bean bag, her head and shoulders on the floor. She was completely naked, her body drenched in sweat and splattered with milky fluids here and there.
She had been masturbating for three straight hours without release. She was essentially stuck. She wanted to know what a blowjob felt like badly enough to do it herself; but she couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to do something so dirty, so kinky, even though she was dying to deep inside.
She lay upside down in a pretzel, both her ankles locked snugly behind her neck, sperm-splattered breasts mushed up on either side of her sweaty face as she pumped away at her sore cock, its enormous, frothy head barely an inch from her mouth and chin. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to take it into her mouth, and she was now dying to cum, it hurt now.
She hurt all over but didn’t notice it because of the intense pleasure. Her legs were numb, her back sore, but all that mattered was her magnificent cock. Still, she was trying to figure out how to finally suck it and find out what a mouth on it feels like. She couldn’t shake some of her earlier prudishness, it seemed. Damn.
Meanwhile, in the hallway outside her bedroom door stood Lila. She stood right in front of her closed door, feet planted firm and apart, her breathing tense and shallow. Her heart pounded so loud in her chest she was convinced Amy could hear it inside.
“Amy,” Lila breathed softly, as she masturbated furiously in front of Amy’s door. She stood there wearing only her nightshirt and nothing else. It was crazy and bold and terrifying and wonderful all at once, the thrill of getting caught. Rather, her pussy wanted her to get caught by Amy. Of course that was crazy because of all the trouble she would inevitably get into, but she didn’t care. Besides, their parents were out of town again, and World War Three couldn’t attract Amy’s attention right now.
Lila’s love for Amy overflowed out of her soaking tiny little cunt, trickling down one bony thigh, making her shiver. Slowly Lila slipped out her entire finger from inside her hole, where she had buried it to the knuckle, while her other hand continued rubbing away in circles at her swollen, burning clit. She bent forward slightly, shivering with both excitement and pleasure, as she continued playing with herself down there between the legs, as she examined her finger. It was slick and wet with juices.
She reached forward and painted a heart on Amy’s door, as though finger painting. It was clear fluid so it probably wouldn’t even be visible, but Lila didn’t care. She wasn’t even thinking right now. All she knew was that she couldn’t possibly be any hornier, any more lovesick, any more out of her senses. She had been masturbating all night long and her pussy and her heart were still both on fire, aching and throbbing and dripping love juices everywhere, just unstoppable.
As she drew the heart on Amy’s door, there was a click and the door seemed to give way.
Amy forgot to lock it completely again.
Lila’s heart pounded like a drum and a chill ran up her spine. Her mouth ran dry with a rush of fear and desire. Everything in her mind said she should turn around and get back into bed before she did something really stupid, but her body refused to move away.
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