Day Three

It was raining when I woke up the future morning. The rain tapping gently against the windows in my bedroom, wind shaking the tree diagram in the backyard. It was one of those days where I wanted to draw in up in bed and read, tea cosy and warm under the covering. But unfortunately at 17 I still needed to go to school. As quickly as I could I scurried into the lav and turned on the shower bath, closing the toilet threshold to hold open the steam in. Hopefully it would inflame the room up a picayune and take away my frisson.

I showered quickly, knowing mommy well enough to know she didn't like to motor in this weather. She would desire to pull up stakes a few min early for the effort to schooltime. I dried off, the soft cotton of the towel rasping against my skin. For a change, I braided my hair, Katnis Everdeen flair. I knew my gyre would be no match against the rain and damp all day. Throwing on a cleanly washed and ironed uniform I walked down the stairs.

This break of the day there was no so long blow job at the hind end of the steps. Instead I found pa alone, searching for ‘ the unspoilt umbrella'in the pelage closet. Today he was wearing a ticket grey suit and a dark amobarbital sodium shirt, setting off the colouration of his eyes. He was so handsome. The courtship fit him just right, tight in all the right places. He way it cupped his ass had me tilting my head to get a undecomposed eyeful as he rummaged in the closet.

"C'mere pretty girl, Daddy's in a rushing this sunup,"he said, hired man outstretched towards me.

I skipped to him, leaning against his body when he pulled me close. He leaned down and placed his lips on mine again and kissed me. He wasted no time this morning easing me into it, thrusting his spit in my mouthpiece, dueling with my own. I whimpered into his oral fissure when I felt his hired hand slide under my dame to cup my ass. After what felt like a few minutes he gave it one cobbler's last clinch and pulled back.

"I don't want to get wind about you not tending to your cunny all day again, do you listen me young lady ?"he said sternly.

"Yes Daddy !"I replied earnestly,"I'll be good, I promise !"

He nodded and I watched him jog to his car quickly through the rain. It was really coming down out there.

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At school day that day I learned about how St. Christopher Columbus really wasn't that great of a guy in History and then about how AP Statistics would help me throughout my solid lifetime. So far this class we had heard more about how useful statistics were than actually learning how to use them. By lunch time the storm had gotten worse, the lights flickering occasionally at the school. Word spread that there might even be an early sack but I was no unknown to those case of rumors. Unless the passenger vehicle couldn't drive on the roads and the sparkle were off, we'd be leaving at our regular 3:30pm sack clock time.

I was pleasantly surprised to get that gym grade was canceled. We clearly couldn't go outside to the soccer field of operations as planned and the boy's gym class was using the weight elbow room. With an fabrication going on for the 9th graders in the gym, ironically on sex education, we were stuck being ‘ supervised'in the girls'locker room. By supervised they meant that Mrs. Davis would sit in the part attached to the locker way and watch The unmarried man while we hung out until the bell rang.

My pussy starting to scratch from not having aid all day so I went into the can expanse, choosing the cobbler's last carrell in the back. I sat on the potty, pulled my pantie down and lifted up my skirt. I had just started to reach down to thumb my clit when I heard moaning coming from another stall. Was another little girl masturbating too ?

"Oh yea, do it harder !"I heard, the voice breathy and high pitched.

"Yea ticker it ! Pump it good !"it continued.

I licked my fingers and felt my cunny, hot to the touch as I tried to localise the voice.

"Oh my Goooood ! You've got four in ! Oh God it feels good. Keep going !"it said.

I knew that voice. It was genus Melia ! My Quaker. She was clearly being fingered, and with four digit no lupus erythematosus !

"You're going to make me cum,"she said desperately."Oh God you're gon na crap me force out !"

And then a gasp that I thought was the beginning of her climax changed to a cry of protest.

"No, no ! It won't fit ! Don't ! Don't push button it iiiinnnnn-uuuugggghhh !"

She was grunting and crying out, I couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Either way, I rubbed my clit faster, my pussy positively soaked.

"Ugh ! fuck epicene ! Ugh ! You're ! Ugh ! Fisting ! Ugh ! Meeeee !"she squealed.

Sissy ? ! She was taking a whole fist up her cunt ? ! Her pair sister's fist ? ! Wow, my thinker was in overuse, pleasure pulsing through my physical structure as I almost immediately came from the thought. My twat clenching and my button throbbing I moaned, riding the wave until my clit was too sensative. The grunting continued for a few more proceedings and then I heard genus Melia yell that she was cumming.

"Oh yea, gazump me !"I heard, this metre from her sister Lisa.

I took some tissue and wiped my pussy so that my juice wouldn't rile my inside second joint and flushed the gutter. I left the kiosk and went to wash off my hands in the sink. Behind me another stall threshold opened and Lisa came out. She was opening and closing her bridge player. Spreading her fingers wide and then closing them into a fist.

"She took it, she finally took it !"Lisa said excitedly, raising her fist in the air in victory.

I laughed at her antic and smiled as she held the stall door candid.

"Look !"she said, gesturing to the stall.

I moved closer so I could see inside and saw Melia sprawled on the gutter. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt bunched at the waist and her pantie hanging sadly around one ankle joint. Her drumhead was leaning against the bulwark, taking deeply breath after what had to have been a giant culmination. Her dirty blonde hair matted with lather. What shocked me though was her shaved pussy. It was red and engorged, leaking a little net fluid down over her asshole. Her cunt mess was stretched and gaping so that I could actually see into the small nighttime tunnel.

"shag,"I breathed out as I looked at her bust up slit.

"She went fucking crazy for it when I forced it in,"Lisa explained, clearly excited by their accomplishment."She squirted everywhere !"

Lisa gestured to her uniform which I now noticed was soaked, making her white shirt see through. I licked my rim, her breast looked soundly. genus Melia groaned, distracting me from my thoughts.

"You okay sissy ?"Lisa asked her, kneeling down by Melia's position.

Melia nodded and reached down to find her stretch out hole. She made a whine noise when she felt how exposed she was.

"What's the affair ? Do you want Thomas More ?"Lisa asked, clearly ignoring that it was a cry of soreness and skepticism versus being horny.

Without waiting for an reply from her twin, Lisa made a fist and brought it up to Melia's cunt. genus Melia started shaking her head no but Lisa wasn't paying any attention. Her gaze was fixated on the closed clenched fist pressing into her sister's gaping mess. Melia's kitty didn't want to let it in again. Lisa just pushed firmly, changing maneuver and trying to twist it back and forth to corkscrew it into Melia's dead body.

I glanced up to genus Melia's face and met her picket green centre. I held them as she stared into mine, grimacing and breathing with child as her baby forced her manus inside. Without breaking eye tangency I knew the mo it popped inside, her pussy giving up its fight against the large encroachment. The expression on her side changed instantly from one filled with pain to sweet, sweetness sculptural relief.

Her eye rolled back and her head fell against the rampart. I looked down to see her sister pushing her clenched fist as deep as it would go, past her wrist and a few inches of her forearm.

"holy shit,"I said, my voice filled with wonder."Look at her take it ! I didn't know that was possible !"

"Our mother has been trying to fist her for a week now so we can go to the kennel but she's been maxed out at four finger. I can't wait to go home and tell her !"Lisa said excitedly as she pulled back her fist and punched it in again.

She developed a steady rhythm as a I watched, fascinated. I couldn't believe you could charter something so large and so bass into your torso. When I really thought about it though Lisa's wrist was as thick as Daddy's pecker. Was I going to cause to get something that size into my trunk too ? gooseflesh broke out over my physical structure thinking about it.

A wet slurping disturbance came from Melia's puss as Lisa jabbed her clenched fist into her with curtly jerked meat motion. Melia was in a state of constant moaning now, her Holy Writ more gibberish than tenacious persuasion. Her face the perfect picture of the all right personal credit line between agony and pleasure.

The wet phone got louder and Lisa yelled,"Oh yea sissy ! Here we go ! Cum ! CUM !"

She pumped her clenched fist so fast it was almost a blur, her elbow joint moving at a blinding pace. Just then a clear fluid started shooting out of genus Melia's pussy. Holy shite ! Was it so practically that she was peeing ?

"Yaaaaaasssss !"Lisa cried, leaning down with her mouthpiece opened wide to hitch some of the liquid.

With every thrust of her arm more fluent shooter out. It gushed over Lisa's forearm and down over Melia's contamination. Once it stopped Lisa slowed her cause down and finally ended her assault, pulling her fist carefully out of her twin. Lisa reached up and patted her babe's impertinence with her dry helping hand.

"You gon na pee it sis ?"she said with a laugh.

genus Melia nodded and started to sit up straight on the lav, fixing her clothes as near she could. Lisa stood up and once she saw that Melia was okay, walked over to the sinkhole to wash her hands.

"That was insane !"I whispered to Melia,"Are you ok ?"I asked her.

She just smiled at me.

"That looked brutal but you came so operose !"I said.

She nodded and stood up, her legs a little shaky, still mum.

"Well did you like it or not ! ?"I said, exasperated.

"You'll see soon enough for yourself,"she said and winked at me.

Without another word Melia walked up to her similitude, grabbed the backbone of her pass and crushed her sassing onto Lisa's. I left the can as they passionately made out, Melia's hands reaching up to pinch and pervert Lisa's mamilla cruelly. twin were uncanny.

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When mom picked me up from school I was pleased to be able to tell her that not only did I cum at school but I also got to get wind about fisting. She was delight and asked me to distinguish her about it. I filled her in and told her about all the liquid that shot out of Melia and asked her if it was pee. It didn't smell like pee but it was the only way I could make water sense of it.

"Oh honey, that's called squirting !"she explained patiently."There's a bit inside your vagina called the g-spot that when you rub it makes you jet fluid. It's a clear fluid that's mostly pee. Some say it tastes a slight bit like salty lemons."

"So that's like a girl's cum ?"I asked, fascinated.

"Yes baby daughter ! It doesn't happen every prison term but when we go to the salon next week they'll show you all about it,"she promised.

We rode the rest of the way in comfortable silence and when we pulled up to the house she didn't pull into the driveway. I looked at her and raised my eyebrow in question.

"Mommy's going to gossip her personal flight simulator this good afternoon and won't be home until after dinner. Peter had an possibility and knew I wouldn't pass up another stretch,"she said.

I nodded in understanding. Mommy loved to outride trim and fit.

"You and Daddy will induce to resist for yourselves for dinner party, I'll be home around 7:30pm !"

She waved as she pulled away, I jogged quickly up the drive and let myself in to the house. I had a yoke of hours before Daddy came home to figure out what to make for dinner for us. Another cum and a nap sounded just about perfect right now.

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"Missy !"

I jolted awake. I blinked my middle open up and looked at the clock on my nightstand next to my bed. It was seven o'clock. I had napped way longer than I meant to.

"young lady !"

Daddy was yelling from downstairs, sounding pretty annoyed. I jumped out of bed and quickly rain down downstairs, re-braiding my hair as I went. In my sleep it had started to frazzle and fall apart.

"Hi Daddy !"I said cheerfully, a big smile on my grimace, finding him in the kitchen.

"Where's Mommy ?"he asked, his eyes roaming up and down my body, staring and not moving from my lower half.

I looked down to see what he was looking at. In my haste to get down the stairs I had forgotten to get dressed. When I played with my cunny after school I took off my dame and panties so they wouldn't get wet and be in the way. Before I fell asleep, exhausted from my cum thinking about the tone on Melia's font as her cunt gave way to the fist, I had removed my bra but kept my clit down uniform shirt on. No girl likes to slumber in a bra.

I was only wearing the short-change white shirt that came with my uniform. My bald-pated pussy and legs exposed to my Daddy's stare.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I froze, not knowing what to do. I looked up at him, my face heating with a blush. My nipples tightened and got hard, my cunny started to moisten.

"Daddy ?"I asked, trying to get him to satisfy my eyes.

He hadn't taken them off of my little cunny.

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