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The Little Halloween Sluts 2

Previous Chapter – Amber and her friends decide to go all out to get candy on Halloween!
You asked for a sequel, so here you are. Please let me know what you like about my stories and what could be improved.
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66 reasons why it’s great to be a guy

Ms. Nice Gal – “Tickets to the boxing match? Oh Darling, you shouldn’t have”
Also known as: What a gal, precious, one of the boys, my main squeeze, doormat.
Advantages: Cheerful, agreeable, kindly.
Disadvantages: May wise up someday.
Old Yeller – “You goddamn spineless good-for-nothing drag-ass no-talent son of a bitch! Can’t you see you’re making me miserable?”
Also known as: She-Devil, Sourpuss, the Nag, My Old Lady, Warthog from Hell.
Advantages: Pays attention to you.
Disadvantages: Screeches, throws frying pans.
Sickly – “Oh, my head. My head. My feet. My cramps. My cellulite”
Also known as: Whiner, Mewler, Glumpy.
Advantages: Predictable.
Disadvantages: Contagious.
The Bosser – “Stand up straight. Put on a different tie. Get a haircut. Change your job. Make some money. Don’t give me that look.”
Also known as: Whipcracker, The Sarge, Ms. Know-it-all, Ball and Chain, yes Mom.
Advantages: Often right.
Disadvantages: Often right, but so what?
Ms. Vaguely Dissatisfied – “I just can’t decide. Should I switch my career, goals, home, and hair colour?”
Also known as: The Fretter, Worrywart, Typical, Aw c’mon Honey.
Advantages: Easily soothed.
Disadvantages: Even more easily perturbed.
Wild Woman out of Control – “I’ve got an idea. Lez get drunk an’ make love onna front lawn. I done it before. S’fun.”
Also known as: Fast girl, freewheeler, goodtime charleena, passed out.
Advantages: More fun than a barrel of monkeys.
Disadvantages: Unreliable; drives off cliffs.
Huffy – “I see nothing humorous in those silly cartoons you keep snickering at”
Also known as: No fun, humorless prig, Cold fish, Chilly proposition, iceberg, Snarly.
Advantages: Your friends will feel sorry for you.
Disadvantages: You will have no friends.
Woman from Mars – “I believe this interpretive dance will explain how I feel about our relationship”
Also known as: The Babbler, Spooky Girl, Screwball, Loony, Bad News, Artistic.
Advantages: Entertaining, unfathomable.
Disadvantages: Will read her poetry aloud.
Ms. Dreamgirl – “I am utterly content with you just the way you are, my handsome genius of a boyfriend. I think we must make love like crazed weasels now”
Also known as: Ms. Right, Goddess, Knockout, Perfection, Gorgeous.
Advantages: Funny, intelligent uninhibited.
Disadvantages: Will have nothing to do with you.

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Bus Ride Home

It had been a long day at the debate tournament. After hours and hours of intense competition, the Bayside High School debate team had taken home top honors and were exhausted from a day of competing and celebrating. This was the state meet after all.
Sitting in the back of the bus, Leigh and Jasmine were starting to snooze but for some reason, Jasmine couldn’t quite fall asleep. Maybe it was that she was the top debater in the state at that point (some would call her the master debater) or maybe because her cute 17-year old Asian girlfriend Leigh was sitting right next to her asleep on her shoulder.
Jasmine longed to be able to hold her like she did every night at their “slumber parties”, but there was the problem of the boyfriend. Ken and Leigh had been dating for a few months now and on the surface, she was crazy about him. Really, though, Leigh’s legs quivered for Jasmine’s touch.
“Fuck it,” thought Jasmine. “She looks so good in her skirt, I just want to rip it off.” She laughed to herself at the thought of getting naked with her secret girlfriend right now, especially since the debate coach Miss Robbins was sitting in the seat next to them across the aisle. “If only it were darker,” thought Jasmine.
As if reading her mind, Leigh stirred a little and looked up at the Arabic beauty that was Jasmine. She was definitely glowing after winning the championship, but Jasmine didn’t need any help to look hot. She was 5’6”, bronze skinned and her long dark hair hung in loose curls. Her top was one size too small, but that’s how Jasmine liked it. She was blessed with 34Cs and liked to show them off in her skimpy yet sophisticated business suit at debate contests. This definitely teased the boys.and the girls.
“You awake?” whispered Jasmine as she looked down at Leigh. Leigh was 5’4” with dark black short hair and green eyes. She blushed and looked up.
“Yeah…I couldn’t sleep,” said Leigh.
“Something on your mind?”
Leigh giggled a little bit and Jasmine knew exactly what she meant. “Are you sad that Ken’s not here?” asked Jasmine with a bit of resentment in her voice. She hated that her girlfriend had a boyfriend.
“No. I’ve got everything I need, right here,” she smiled as she took Jasmine’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. The feeling of Leigh’s soft warm hand on Jasmine’s gave her tingles under her tight pencil skirt. “Fuck. Why did I choose such a tight skirt?” laughed Jasmine just under breath, speaking only as loudly as she needed to for Leigh to hear her.
Leigh grabbed Jasmine’s hand and put it on her knee, on top of her skirt. “Lucky for you, I didn’t,” she smiled. Jasmine’s flower blossomed in heat under her skirt. “Why would you tease me with Miss Robbins right there?” she shot back, more upset that she couldn’t tackle Leigh right there and then than the fact that their debate coach was sleeping two feet away.
Leigh got a dirty look on her face and grinned. “Did I mention I’m not wearing any panties?” Jasmine looked at her and smiled. “Oh, really now?”
Jasmine picked up Leigh’s skirt over her knee and slid her hand in, down her thigh. The heat of Leigh’s pussy made Jasmine’s hand sweat.
“Wow. You weren’t kidding,” smirked Jasmine.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been together,” said Leigh. “I was hoping tonight would be the night, so I shaved it for you,” she grinned teasingly as she licked her lips.
“You know me so well,” she whispered into Leigh’s ear. Her hand still inches away from her pussy under her skirt. She shifted to move closer to Leigh, their bodies touching each other as Jasmine’s lips grazed Leigh’s ear.
“So then you know that I want you now. Right now,” whispered Jasmine as sexily as she knew how. Leigh blushed. “Now? Miss Robbins is right there. I was just kidding before.”
“So? It’s not like she can see under your skirt. Plus, she’s asleep,” smiled Jasmine devilishly as she traced the lips of her pussy. Leigh let out a light whimper as Jasmine’s dark skin rubbed against her cherry blossom.
“I-I-I don’t think we should do this here,” Leigh half-whispered out loud, talking more to herself than Jasmine. “This isn’t the place.”
Jasmine ignored her and started massaging Leigh’s clit. She continued to disregard what Leigh was saying as she worked it over expertly, being a master ‘bater after all.
Leigh’s soft cries of pleasure were the only noises going on besides the soft hum of the bus engine. She worried that they would get caught, so she tried to push Jasmine away.
“Stop Jasmine. It’s not right.”
“That’s not what your hot pussy is telling me,” she grinned as she dipped her finger into her juices, spreading them around over her cunt. Jasmine kept up the pace, never holding back just as she had done earlier in the final rounds of debate competition.
Leigh couldn’t fight it anymore as her body gave in to the Arabic princess sitting next to her. She leaned back and spread her legs open, giving Jasmine more access by sliding her skirt up higher.
Jasmine slowly inserted a finger into Leigh’s cunt, stretching it open lightly, knowing that that is exactly how Leigh liked it.
Thankfully at that time, the bus was driving over a rocky road so Leigh’s sudden moan went on deaf ears. Jasmine’s free hand pulled Leigh’s short hair away from her ear as she leaned in to whisper, “If you do that again, we’re going to get caught.”
Leigh answered, “I can’t help it. Your finger feels soooooo good in my pussy.” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was talking because Jasmine continued to enter her cunt over and over again.
“You know what would feel better?” grinned Jasmine, that devilish look in her eye.
“You didn’t!” quipped Leigh, her juices at a high under the frequent touching of Jasmine.
“I always do,” winked Jasmine as she pulled out of Leigh temporarily to lean over for her backpack. “Never leave home without it,” she giggled. She unzipped the backpack and looked around in it before coming out with a 6” vibrator. It was Leigh’s favorite.
Leigh’s eyes widened as she saw the blue toy come out of Jasmine’s backpack. “No,” she mouthed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Jasmine leaned closer to her and smiled. “Open up,” as she took the toy and slid it back under her skirt. Leigh’s juices allowed for the tip of it to slide easily into her, spreading her tight asian pussy lips around the fat head.
Before Leigh could spoil their fun with an outburst, Jasmine put her free finger up to her mouth. “No no no,” she warned. “We don’t want to wake anyone.”
Leigh nodded as the vibrator continued to enter her, filling up her small Asian cunt rather quickly. Jasmine slowly pulled it out to the tip, waiting for Leigh to beg her to put it back inside of her. “Not until you tell me you want it,” said Jasmine as she held the vibrator (which wasn’t on vibrate yet) almost completely out of the Asian’s pussy.
“I want it,” whispered Leigh, quickly and shyly.
“You want what?” grinned Jasmine, her own pussy getting wet in her tight pencil skirt. She loved having the power.
“I-I-I want it more,” said Leigh, still embarrassed to admit what she wanted.
“I still don’t know what you want” smirked Jasmine as she slowly moved the toy side to side at the entrance of Leigh’s pussy.
“Just do it!” she groaned, loving the attention that Ken didn’t know how to give her. “I want it!”
“Not until you say, please,” said Jasmine sternly, assuming the position of aggressor, adding a little bit more intensity behind the side to side strokes of the 6” toy.
“Fuck me,” whimpered Leigh, her aching pussy wanting the toy back inside of her. “Please?” she said with a smile.
Jasmine couldn’t hold it anymore, and as a slight buzzing sound filled the bus, she plunged the vibrator deep into Leigh’s longing wet pussy.
“Is this what you want?” said Jasmine as she slid easily in and out of Leigh’s wetness. “I think it is,” she smiled, continuing her intense motions inside Leigh while she licked her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
Leigh was in heaven. All she could do was keep herself from moaning out loud. Jasmine was in her element right now, working her pussy over so well. She had never even let Ken get this close to her. The most they had done was make out, but his hands never touched her like Jasmine was touching her.
She didn’t realize that her legs were spread as open as they were under her skirt, allowing Jasmine to prod more with the buzzing toy between her legs. The repeated assault on her cunt left her speechless, wishing she could let out her true feelings at that moment. Unfortunately, there were too many people on the bus, especially her teacher.
Jasmine could feel Leigh’s legs twitch and her eyes were glowing a bright green like they usually did before she was about to cum. Jasmine licked Leigh’s ear as she began to whisper, “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Leigh only nodded, unable to open her mouth afraid it would result in a scream that would wake the whole bus.
Jasmine grinned at the control she had over Leigh. She always knew that Leigh would choose her over Ken if it came down to it, and this would definitely be a reason why. She slowly slid the vibrator out of Leigh, turned it off, and immediately replaced it with three slender fingers, fucking her tight pussy like it had never been fucked before.
Leigh’s body started trembling at Jasmine’s touch. She was feeling things she had never felt before, her clit and cunt feeling like they were both about to explode any second. She wasn’t sure if it was Jasmine’s beauty, her fingers fucking here, or the fact that any second Miss Robbins could wake up and catch them, but something was making Leigh’s brewing orgasm feel like it was going to be the best one sver he’s had.
“I-I-I think I’m cumming,” whispered Leigh as quietly as she could in that moment. Jasmine didn’t stop the attack on Leigh’s insides with her fingers, and in a few seconds, Leigh’s pussy tightened around Jasmine’s fingers as her body quivered and released its juices all over.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” whined Leigh as she could feel her body cum.
Jasmine grinned, satisfied. Her girlfriend looked so hot when she came.
Jasmine then pulled her fingers out of Leigh’s dripping wet pussy. They were covered.
“Wow. That was a lot,” teased Jasmine, her hand covered in Leigh’s wetness. Leigh blushed as she used her skirt to try and clean up the mess by patting it down over her heated cunt.
Jasmine didn’t notice Leigh’s attempt to clean up, though, because she was still fucking horny. She looked Leigh straight in the eye as she took her fingers and licked them off, one by one. “Fuck, you taste good,” groaned Jasmine as she licked her fingers clean.
Leigh grabbed a pillow from the floor and put it behind her head. “Thanks for that, Jasmine” she smiled, grabbing her thigh affectionately. “Now, I think I need to sleep. That left me kind of exhausted.” She shuffled around a little bit and got comfortable, her eyes closing.
“Damn it,” thought Jasmine. “We still have a half hour left on this trip.”
She looked down at her backpack. “Good thing I have more toys in my bag,” she grinned.
END PART 1

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Stranded in a Strange World

This story is not focused on sex, but it will feature it. It will be a kind of fantasy story, kind of like an RPG, but with a focus on characters. When there’s sex in this story, it’s not just gratuitous, it’s actually to progress the story. If you just want mindless sex then skip this. If you’re in for this kind of thing, then be prepared, because I want this to be a long-running series. (No sex in this chapter yet) Hope you guys like it. Enjoy

Sexual Healing – Part Seven

Connie felt the beautiful Japanese woman’s long tongue slithering deeper into her cunt and screamed her pleasure into the pillow. Emily’s lower lip was moving against Connie’s clitoris as her tongue — long enough to touch the tip of her nose — tried valiantly to reach deep inside to massage the petite brunette’s G-spot. Her oral muscle wasn’t quite *that* long — but Connie bucked and writhed in joyfulappreciation of the effort.
The combination of Emily’s enthusiastic and talented mouth on her cunt and Kim’s voracious suckling at her nipples had kept Conniecumming for something like a half hour. The orgasms just kept rolling through her until she felt as if she were one huge, quivering nerve.
Finally, Emily knelt up, settling her lovely derriere on her heels. She trailed her slim, graceful hands down over Connie’s still-quaking thighs and smiled happily, her tiny-nippled tits quivering slightly. She was deeply flushed and her little nipples were stone-hard. Connie motioned to her. Both Emily and Kim snuggled against her, the three of them kissing and caressing each other, cuddling down after theirpassionate indulgence.
“I thought I was turning inside-out,” Connie panted to Emily. “That was just beautiful!”
“I love making love to your femininity,” Emily said, with her slight accent and oddly archaic English. “You’re taste is delicious and your labia are perfectly formed — and so delicate! I could kiss them for hours!”
Connie kissed Emily’s forehead and cupped one perfectly rounded breast. Emily’s tits were as amazing in their way as Kim’s. Though less abundant than the beautiful young dance student’s, Emily’s breasts were perfectly proportioned to her elegant curves and were much more full than Connie would have expected from an Oriental. And they were so firm!
Kim’s breasts wee fabulous in their own right. For one thing, they were large and firm, jutting with all the gravity-defying exuberance of her youth. But the true marvels were her nipples. They were not the usual aureole surrounding a pointed nozzle; the entire ends of her breasts were like huge nipples, swelling as hard and large as the shell of a walnut.
“I feel so empty inside!” Connie whispered, writhing between her two lovers. “Kim! Toy time!”
Kim’s eyes sparkled. She kissed Connie’s cheek, then rolled across the wide waterbed to the edge. She grabbed the tote bag from beside the bed and knelt up straight, a vision of lush, abundant curves. With her rich tangle of hair falling disheveled about her face, she was lust personified.
With a flourish, Kim opened and upended the bag. The dildos and vibrators and lubricants tumbled to the undulating surface of the bed.
Emily crawled to all fours across Connie’s torso, knees on one side and hands on the other, to inspect the collection. “Oh, my!” sheexclaimed.
Connie sat up. The muscles rippled on the abdomen of the dance teacher. “I want you two to agree to do whatever I tell you, now, okay?”
Kim nodded at once; after a moment, Emily agreed, as well.
“Kim, outfit Emily with one of Joni’s Butterflys, and pick a dildo for me. Grease it up good.”
“Okay, boss.”
“Whatever you wish.”
Kim selected exactly the dildo Connie had expected — the big twenty-inch double dong — and lubed it with half a tube of K-Y. Connie took the butt-plug and lubed it. She held it out to Emily, who took it by the flat base, examining it as if she’d never been in the Pink Pussycat Boutique and seen on display.
“For Kim.”
“Ah, so!” Emily said as Connie took the remote control for the Joni’s Butterfly from Kim. The latex rectangle contained a smallvibrator. One side of the latex was flat and smooth; the other, shaped to fit into a woman’s labia, was covered with low, rubber protuberances meant to transmit the vibrations to the sensitive inner flesh of the labia and to the clitoris. The whole affair fitted neatly over Emily’s sweet pussy and was held in place by an elastic strap that went around her waist and two garter-like straps that encircled her thighs.
Connie carefully thumbed the slide control to its lowest setting and watched Emily’s eyes widen — then half-close as her hips began to trace tiny circles of pleasure.
Connie lay back slowly, legs wide. “You, too, Kim,” she said, a gesture indicating Kim was to mirror her position, so their pussies would be open and nearly in alignment.
“Emily, put that dildo into us.”
“Oh, yesss….” Emily’s voice was a lusty sigh as she hefted the large double-dong. She frowned as she looked at Connie’s little cunt.
“Don’t worry — my husband is almost as thick. I want it!”
Emily bent gracefully at the waist and put her face near the cuntal juncture. She smiled and that long tongue came out to lick Connie’s cunt, then Kim’s. Both recipients moaned and rolled their hips with pleasure.
Connie tensed with anticipation when she felt Emily fitting the fat knob of the artificial cock into her cunt lips. She felt herselfstretching and giving way, slowly and with just a hint of the most wonderfully delicious discomfort. She thumbed the control on theButterfly higher. Emily emitted a polite, lady-like squeal and pushed the head of the dildo into Connie’s cunt.
Connie felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath. She struggled to regain control of her breathing long enough to say, “Kim — hold the butt-plug.”
As Emily handed the butt-plug to Kim, she worked more of the fat dildo up Connie’s hungry little cunt. Three, four, five inches slid in, stretching and reaming her cunt in the most wonderful way.
“Put the other end into Kimberly,” Connie instructed. She groaned again as she felt the dildo flex and move inside her, responding to Emily efforts to align it. Kim’s sigh and grunt of pleasure informed her when the insertion was made. Connie groped blindly till her fingers found Kim’s. They gripped each other’s hand and began working their cunnies toward contact, swallowing more and more of the big double dildo.
Connie felt Kim’s soft pubic hair against her labia. “Roll a little,” she gasped.
Kim rolled halfway onto her side and Connie forced their cunts completely together.
Connie managed to focus her gaze on Emily. The beautiful Japanese woman was staring with heavy-lidded eyes at the lewd sight of two lovely women impaling themselves on opposite ends of the same out-sized rubber cock. The sight was having its effect. Emily’s face, throat and chest were flushed, her breathing was shallow and rapid and her nipples were so swollen, they looked ready to burst. Her soft lips were parted and slightly and from time to time, the tip of her tongue flickered across them.
“Stick that plug up Kim’s little backside,” Connie breathed.
Emily jerked, as if startled. She bent at the waist and kissed Kim’s luxuriant hip as she slid the butt-plug into position.
Connie felt Kimberly’s stiffening when it began to penetrate, then heard the deep sigh of contentment as the little rubber device was securely lodged. She pulled on Kim’s hand to make her lay back flat on the bed and began slowly hunching her hips, fucking Kimberly with the double dong while she fucked her own overheated little pussy.
“Get down here and lick us both!” Connie hissed.
Emily didn’t need a second invitation. Her wet, hungry lipsexplored the thighs and abdomen of each impaled woman in turn, then that marvelously agile tongue was tracing the tautly stretched labia — or as much as she could reach — and finally moved between two swollen clits.
It was there that Emily was in her glory and her talent was put to the best use. She kept her tongue between the two women and twitched it back and forth, as quick as a pink tuning fork, flicking at the tips of the two engorged clitorises. Connie reached down with one hand to cup Emily’s breast. She closed her fingertips around the tiny, hard nipple and pulled on it slightly. She was rewarded with the soft exhalation of Emily’s groan of pleasure.
Connie pinched the nipple hard and Emily shook and shivered and for a moment could only rest her cheek on Kim’s shuddering abdomen. Connie reached over and fingered the garter clasp of the Joni’sButterfly around Emily’s left thigh.
“Take it off,” Connie ordered. “And sit on Kim’s face — but don’t stop licking!” Emily complied with suddenly clumsy fingers and was visibly trembling with pleasure as she slowly moved into position, Her tongue never ceased to work its wonders on the two women. Kim’s groans of pleasure were muffled in the liquid softness of Emily’s wet twat.
Connie slowly worked herself off the dildo, regretting theemptiness its removal left inside her spasming cunt — but looking forward even more to what was coming next.
She quickly reversed herself on the bed, licking the insides of Kim’s quivering, wide-flung thighs. She gripped the end of the dildo and pumped it quickly, almost savagely, in and out of Kim’s young cunt. The strawberry blonde gasped and bucked at the combined stimuli of Emily’s tireless tongue and the huge rubber phallus inside her. Connie pushed more and more of the big fucker into her girlfriend, till fully a foot of it was buried inside Kim’s hungry cunt.
And then she pulled it out, completely.
Connie heard Kim’s muffled howls of frustration and saw how her cunt still gaped and drooled. She knew what Kim was feeling, what Kim craved. She groped for and found a tube of the K-Y and smeared it on her fingers.
Then she slipped three fingers into Kim’s twat.
“Yes!” Even muffled by Emily’s muff, Kim’s cry was clearly audible. Connie tucked a fourth finger into Kim’s sopping pussy and waggled her digits back and fourth in the wet pool of Kim juice. Kim screamed and bucked her hips. Connie kept it up for more than a minute, then slid her fingers out of her beautiful friend and moved up on the bed.
“My turn on her face,” she whispered to Emily, her voice raspy with lust. Emily sat up slowly and turn passion-glazed eyes on Connie.
“My turn,” Connie repeated and Emily slowly hoisted herself off Kim’s face.
Connie looked at the strawberry blonde’s face and saw Kim was absolutely soaked with Emily’s juices. Kim’s face was slack, her lips were open, her eyes were closed, her hair was a mess — and her tongue was still outstretched.
Connie lowered her cunt directly over Kim’s yearning tongue and shivered as she felt the slick pink mouth muscle move against her twat and clitoris. She ground her cunt down onto Kim’s mouth, her hands squeezing and pulling Kim’s amazing nipples.
“Get beside her and lean between her legs,” she told Emily.
The lusty, lovely Japanese woman slithered into place andimmediately began working her remarkable tongue around Kim’s hungry cunt. Kim vented her pleasures on Connie’s receptive cunt — but Connie had something else in mind.
She leaned forward and her tongue joined Emily’s on Kimberly’s cunt and clit. She reached to one side and grabbed the tube of K-Y jelly. “Give me your hand,” she told Emily.
Emily moved in slow-motion, offering her hand. Connie smeared it with all the lubricant left in the tube.
“Now stick three fingers into her,” Connie whispered and felt a wave of lust wash through her as she watch the delicate fingers — smaller than her own, as she’d noticed while they were eating dinner — slide into her lover. Kimberly had taken Connie’s cunt, lips and all,completely into her mouth and was wildly licking and sucking. A series of small orgasms was detonating inside the petite ballet teacher’s body, but she didn’t let them distract her.
“Another,” she said to Emily and watched the beautiful Asian’s eyes close almost all the way as she complied. Connie grabbed Emily’s forearm and began pumping the fingers in and out of her friend’s cunt as if she were using a dildo and not another woman’s fingers.
Beneath her, Kim was writhing and bucking, stiffening in orgasm from time to time from the twin pleasures of Connie’s tongue on her clit and Emily’s fingers in her cunt.
“Now tuck your thumb into your palm,” Connie ordered. Emily’s eyes widened slightly, but she complied. Connie pushed Emily’s forearm toward Kim’s cunt and watched Emily’s hand begin to sink inside.
Kimberly arched, her legs widespread and thighs trembling. She began rolling her hips in sharp, tight circles, trying to absorb Emily’s hand. She was sucking crazily on Connie’s cunt now, her tongue trying to get ever deeper into Connie’s grasping quim.
Connie pushed Emily’s hand harder and harder, felt Emily tensing with the effort of pushing.
“You wanted to know how it felt to ream a woman? Ram your fist up her cunt!” she hissed.
Emily moaned and then her hand disappeared into Kim.
“UNnnnnngh!” Kim’s loud grunt vibrated Connie’s insides. She pushed Emily’s hand deeper into Kim, till almost a third of her forearm was buried in the lush young blonde. She could feel Kim’s abdomen bulging against her upper chest, could feel Emily’s hand move inside. She felt Kim shuddering and groaning.
Emily’s eyes widened. “She is having an orgasm!” she breathed, astonished. “I can feel it on my hand!”
“Make a fist!” Connie hissed. “Give her more!”
Kim writhed as Emily complied and Connie licked her cunt. She was bowed up off the bed now, seemingly locked in the difficult position and seemingly unable to relax from it. Connie felt the orgasms washing through Kimberly. She moved her hand higher on Emily’s arm, near the elbow, and rammed the Japanese woman’s small fist deeper into Kim’s welcoming cunt.
Emily turned her face to Connie’s. Her expression was half-crazed and totally passionate. A tiny, evil smile played across her lips and she suddenly ducked her head forward and kissed Connie hungrily. Connie opened her mouth willingly to that amazing tongue. She relaxed her guiding grip on Emily’s arm and when she broke the kiss, saw that Emily was happily, greedily pumping Kim’s insatiable cunt with her fist and half of her forearm.
Connie climbed off Kim’s face and the young blonde immediately let out a scream of sheer pleasure. Her hips crashed down to the bed and bucked wildly. Connie saw her abdomen ripple and bulge in time with Emily’s fisting. Her own cunt was yawning for food. She crawled over to the big double dildo and impaled herself on it, holding it with one hand while the other hand moved frantically over her clitoris. She shook with pleasure, wallowing in the decadence of what they were doing.
She crawled around behind Emily while Kim let loose another wild scream. The free end of the double dong dangled to the bed. It hung from Connie’s cunt like an obscene imitation of hermaphroditic mutation. She knelt behind Emily, raised the other end of the dildo and nestled it against the gooey, gushing lips of Emily’s upthrust cunt.
“I’m gonna FUCK you!” Connie barked and pushed the big dildo forward. Emily emitted a sharp yelp of surprise and then pushed back with her hips, bracing herself by forcing her fist to the limit in Kim’s spasming cunt. The huge rubber knob stretched Emily’s small cuntprecariously and then slipped inside.
“Oh! You are splitting me in half!” Emily cried and pushed back for more. Kim screamed her pleasure again and started grunting and sobbing as she came and came again. Connie pushed the dildo forward, feeling the back pressure from Emily’s tight twat. She got about five inches into the Japanese woman, then pulled back — and rammed forward till all but an inch or so remained outside. Emily fell forward and rammed her hand inside Kim, her face resting on Kim’s shuddering abdomen.
Connie began fucking in and out of the constricted Japanese cunt, savoring the hunching and stretching of the dildo inside herself while her fingers plucked at her swollen clitoris. She was cumming, too, nonstop, orgasm after orgasm cascading inside her and building strength. The sight of Emily’s long tongue on Kim’s clitoris and Emily’s arm buried halfway into Kim’s lovely cunt, the sight and sound of Kimberly’s powerful, unceasing orgasms and her cunt liquidly gripping Emily’s forearm combined with the physical sensations and the smell of overheated cunt and sent Connie higher and higher. She couldn’t hold herself upright any longer as the pleasures tore through her. She leanedforward, draping herself over Emily’s bowed back as their hips worked rapidly over the long, fat double dong. All three were cumming now, all three were lost in pleasure.
When Emily shrieked, “I feel so depraved!” it was the final nudge for Connie. Yes, depraved — that was exactly what they were. Depraved, sex-craving sluts and they loved it. The pleasure got to be too much, the orgasms too intense. She couldn’t seem to draw a breath and her awareness was spiraling off and away into a dark, red pit of pleasure…
She passed out just as Emily pulled her hand, fist still curled, out of Kimberly’s clenching cunt and barely saw her sobbing, strawberry blonde student rubbing Emily’s cunt-juiced hand over her fantastic nipples and on her face.* * *
It was almost two o’clock in the morning before any of them stirred enough to be called “awake.” Connie was cuddled to Kim’s left side, Emily to the right. Emily was lightly cupping Kim’s wet cunt; Connie was gently licking the silky side swell of Kim’s left breast.
“I can’t believe we came so much!” Kim breathed softly. “I can’t believe she had her whole damn fist inside me and that it felt so good!”
“The way you came so hard,” Emily said softly. Whom she addressed was unclear and unimportant. “It was making me cum just seeing it, being part of it.” She raised her head and met Connie’s gaze. “I didn’t know an orgasm could be strong enough to make a woman pass out!” She lowered her face to rest on Kim’s right tit. “I was thinking, when I had my hand in Kimberly and you had that huge dildo in me…”
“What?” Connie prompted.
Emily managed to look embarrassed. “I was thinking that I wished we could have photographs of it, to see and remind me…” She smiled shyly and her long tongue came out to lick Kimberly’s dome-like nipple.
Connie giggled. “Gee, if you’d said something before, I could have set up the camcorder on the dresser. It works pretty good in low light.”
It was Kimberly who said, “Let’s do it!”
Emily shook her head. “No, no, I can’t take that huge dildo again. It felt wonderfully pleasurable, but it was painful, too. Maybe another time.”
“My pussy can’t take that fist again right now, either,” Kimberly said, rolling toward Connie. “Where’s that camcorder?”
“In the living room, next to the VCR.”
“Tape?”
“We always keep a blank in it. But — ”
Kim was already out of the bed and padding from the room, tits and buttocks jiggling just enough to be enticing. She returned a few moments later. “Oh, yeah, I know this model.” She pushed some switches and it began a soft whirring. She set it on the dresser, aimed at the bed, and mugged momentarily for the lens, pinching her hardened nipples and tugging at her tits.
“I don’t understand — ” Connie began.
“I do,” Emily said, smiling her depraved smile. She coaxed Connie to roll over, then pulled her up on all fours and slid beneath her from behind. Connie stiffened as she felt Emily’s tongue hit her clitoris, then groaned with pleasure at the teasing, tantalizing touch of the tongue tip on her again-swollen clitoris. She saw Kimberly stuffing the end of the double-dildo into herself just as Emily slipped three fingers into her cunt.
“Ohhh, noooo….” Connie groaned as the fourth finger went in and she felt Kimberly behind her, straddling Emily’s chest. “Fuck me,” Connie gasped as Emily began working her thumb into her cunt and Kim started rubbing the free end of the big dildo against her asshole.
“And if we can’t both fuck you are once,” Kimberly said behind her, “that’s okay. We’ll take turns — her little fist in your cunt and then this big fucker in your ass.”
Connie made a mewling noise as she felt Emily’s hand widening her pussy entrance, working its way inexorably into her — and suddenly, she wanted this, wanted it on tape, wanted it all…desperately. She leaned back and in with her hips, forcing her cunt onto Emily’s hand.
“But you *are* going to get reamed, you slut!” Kimberly vowed.
“Fuckmefuckfuckme…” Connie wailed and they began giving her exactly what she was asking for.

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Detention 15 Conclusion Part 1

There was a knock at the door…my mother. I didn’t realize that she had come home. I’d been so caught up in my thoughts of Chris and Luke, that everything around me faded and disappeared. But the sound of her voice brought me back to reality. I wished she had just left me alone, so I could be peacefully miserable with my thoughts. “Brandon, are you in here?”
I thought about being quiet, hoping that she would think I was gone and wouldn’t bother me. But even still, she would’ve opened the door and come into my room anyway. There was really no escaping her. “Yeah,” I said. “Come in.”
My mother walked in. She stood by the doorway as though she didn’t want to come next to me, as though there was something wrong with me. Maybe there was something wrong with me. “You don’t look too good,” she told me.
“I don’t feel too good,” I answered.
“Well, I would ask if you want to talk about it, but knowing you, you wouldn’t tell me anyway.”
A part of me was offended by her statement. Yet she was right. It was rare for me to ever confide in her about anything. “You wouldn’t understand,” I said.
“I can probably understand more than you think I can,” she responded. My mother took a step toward my bed. My sheets still had Luke’s strong body scent on it; I’m surprised she wasn’t able to smell it when she first walked in. ‘Tell me something,” she said. “Anything. I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Do you really?” I asked cynically. I could tell that she was genuinely trying to make an effort to talk to me, but I felt really awkward, like a stranger was in my room.
“I know what’s upsetting you,” my mother told me. She sat at the edge of my bed. My heart fluttered. “It’s that boy,” she said.
I wanted to say ‘Which one?’ I didn’t say anything. I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.
“What happened?” She asked.
I stared out my bedroom window, into the darkness. I remembered lying in bed, naked, with Chris by my side under the covers, looking out the window, into nights full of passion and possibility. Yet when I looked out the window now, all I saw was a cold black night, full of disappointment. “What do you mean what happened?”
“Between you and that boy…what’s his name again?”
“Chris. We got into a fight a while ago.”
“Over what?”
“A lot of stupid things,” I said. I tried not to remember all the hurtful things Chris had told me in the park that night when he broke up with me, but I couldn’t. His words kept repeating themselves in my mind over and over again. My head pounded.
For a while, my mother was silent, and then she asked, more of a statement than a question, “You really care about this boy, don’t you?”
I stared at the ground. “I don’t know how I feel anymore…”
“I think you do,” My mother said, “I just think you’re afraid to admit to yourself how you really feel about him.”
“What do you care anyway?” I said, a bit too bitterly. “It wasn’t like you liked him in the first place. I thought you would be glad I’m not seeing him.”
My mother looked out the window with me. “Not if it means you’re this unhappy,” she said to me. “I can tell that he meant a lot to you. I can tell that he still means a lot to you. Rather you want to admit it or not.”
I really didn’t want to talk about Chris, especially with my mother. However I knew that at some point I would have to address it. I couldn’t keep it locked up inside my mind forever without sinking more and more into depression. “It would be easier if I could hate him,” I told her. “I just wish that I hated him. Even better, I wish I didn’t feel anything for him.
But I can’t hate Chris. The more I try, the harder it gets…I just wish things were simple in my life for once. I don’t know why every goddamn thing has to be so fuc–I don’t know why everything has to be hard all the time. I don’t see why I can’t just like someone and he like me, and there would be no problems.”
“Because then you would be bored,” my mother told me. “Even if you met the most perfect person in the world, who had everything you ever thought you wanted in someone, you would still find something about him that you didn’t like.”
When she said that, I immediately thought of Jason Coleman. I thought of how beautiful, intelligent, and how he had such a good personality. He was my ideal and I had the chance to pursue something with him, but I chose Chris over him. I chose someone I was undeniably, uncontrollably attracted to, but had almost none of the personality characteristics I looked for in guys.
And now I was sitting on my sweat-smelling bed, alone, with my mother doing her best to try and console me. I felt so stupid. I felt so alone. I kept wondering if this was really my life, or was it all just a big fuckin’ joke that the universe was playing on me. I was tired of everything and everyone. “I just want things to be simple for once,” I said aloud, not knowing I had done so.
“Nothing is easy,” my mother said. “Especially when it comes to loving someone.”
I winced when she said the word ‘love’. I wished she hadn’t said it. I wished I didn’t love Chris. I wished we had never done anything to begin with. Because then I wouldn’t have to be alone right now, feeling the way I felt.
“Why don’t you try talking to him?” My mother suggested. “Why don’t you call him?
“I called him, but he didn’t pick up his phone,” I said. “And right now, I don’t really care if I talk to him again or not.”
“Yes, you do,” my mother said. “You’re just upset right now. But you won’t be angry with him forever.”
I thought about that word, ‘forever’. That was the word that had broken Chris and I apart. I hated that word more than I hated the word, ‘love’.
“I don’t know…” I said. “I really don’t wanna think about this any more right now. I think I just rather go to bed now.”
My mother was silent for a few moments and then she stood and walked toward my bedroom door. “Good night,” she said. “I love you.”
I wanted to say it back, but those words didn’t feel right coming out of my mouth. “Me too,” I said. She closed the door. Taking off all my clothes, I climbed into the bed and turned off the lamp beside my bed, leaving the room in total darkness. I don’t know why I decided to go to bed with no clothes on, because I felt cold and the sheets felt hard and stale. As much as I fought against it, I wanted Chris to be here, right beside me.
We hadn’t touched each other in such a long time (or at least if felt like a long time) that I forgot what it felt like to have his body rubbing against mine; I missed how my skin tingled whenever he touched me; I missed his warm breath on the back of my neck; I missed how he used to whisper things into my ear, sending chills down my spine; I missed him fucking me, how it felt to have his big dick inside of me; how Chris would start off slow, and then progressively get faster and harder, ripping me apart; I missed the way he would groan and cry out when he came inside of my ass. I missed the way he would kiss me afterwards.
I missed everything about him, the good parts as well as the bad. I wanted Chris back with me. I wanted him here. But he wasn’t here. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he wasn’t here with me.
* * *
Billy Anderson and Jason Coleman were definitely together. They made it more than obvious. In English class, they sat next to each other, laughing with each other, whispering to each other. As I watched them, I felt a lot of things: On one side I felt glad that Jason had found someone he seemed to be interested in, but at the same time I felt a bit jealous that I wasn’t able to have what Billy and Jason had, with Chris. It was the second day in a row that Chris had not shown up for school. Yesterday I figured that he didn’t come to school because I thought that he didn’t want to see me. Perhaps he hadn’t come to school again for the same reason, but maybe not. Maybe it was something different.
Luke sat three seats ahead of me. Occasionally, he turned around to look at me. He didn’t smile or give me any bad looks, but it was obvious to me that he was still upset that I hadn’t gone as far as he wanted to last night. He was such a beautiful boy and not just his looks. His personality was cool too. And as usual, I had rejected someone who had actual interest in me, over someone who probably didn’t give a fuck about me unless he was looking to fuck.
Luke was right in front of me. Chris wasn’t. Luke was nice to me. Chris wasn’t. Luke seemed like the kind of guy that would be really good to me – I didn’t know if I could say the same thing about Chris. Why was I attracted to someone who brought me such misery instead of someone who respected me? Why did I have such a love affair with pain instead of happiness? I looked over at Billy and Jason, and as I watched them smiling and talking to each other, oblivious to everyone else’s stares or opinions, I felt a little bit of hope that maybe I could have something like that one day. Not a lot of hope – just a little.
After class, I caught up with Luke as he was going to his locker. “Hey, Luke. Can I talk to you for a second?”
Luke turned around. He looked at me as though he had completely forgotten who I was. The recognition came slowly. “Hey,” he muttered. “What do you want?” He didn’t say it in a cruel or annoyed way, but I definitely got the impression that I wasn’t someone he really wanted to be talking to.
I tried smiling but it didn’t work, so I just said, “I just wanted to talk to you…about what happened about last night.” I tried to talk low enough so that the people around us couldn’t hear. “Are you still mad at me?”
“I wasn’t mad at you at all,” Luke said sternly. He opened his locker and jammed his textbook inside.
My heart skipped. I started to feel a bit of reassurance. “Good, `cause I thought you didn’t like me anymore or something.”
Luke glanced at me from the corner of his eye as he shut his locker door and cleared the combination lock. “It’s not like I hate you or somethin’, Brandon.”
“What are you doing after school?” I asked.
“We got detention, remember?”
“I mean afterwards.”
“I don’t know,” Luke said. “Haven’t decided yet.”
“Do you wanna do something?” I asked, nervous to hear his response.
Luke looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. He had such an incredibly perfect smile. “No,” he said.
At first I thought I heard him wrong. I was so expecting him to say yes. “Huh?”
“No,” he repeated, but this time the smile wasn’t there.
“I don’t get it,” I told him. “I thought -”
“That just `cause I like you I would follow you around like a dumb little dog.” Luke shook his head. “I like you, Brandon. But you don’t really like me. Well, not enough for me anyway. I don’t really see the point of you pretendin’ you like me when you don’t. I know who you really like, and it’s not me.” Luke smiled again, not a smile of ridicule, but an actual friendly smile, “I’ll see you later, Brandon.”
He walked off. Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I felt at that moment. I thought about what he had said, which was basically that I had been using him – which I had been doing. Luke was right in saying that I had taken advantage of his liking me without really liking him in return. I didn’t feel embarrassed because Luke had turned me down – because I deserved from the way I had treated him, but because of the way I had treated him, as though he were just someone I could use and throw away when I didn’t need him anymore. Slowly I walked off in the other direction.
* * *
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I looked up and saw Eve towered over me, smoking a cigarette. She looked gorgeous in a pair of tight, low-cut indigo-colored jeans that made it clear that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and a black tube-top that emphasized her lean stomach and nice abs. Eve had better abs than most boys I’d seen. Of course she was out of dress code, but I don’t think any of the faculty had the balls to tell her. She sat down in the grass beside me. She smelled like strawberries. “You look like you’re fuckin’ favorite puppy died or somethin’.”
I laughed even though I didn’t want to. “I’m okay,” I said.
“Don’t give me that fake bullshit. Just tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“I don’t really like talking about my problems to other people,” I told her.
“And I don’t really like hearing other people’s problems,” Eve said. “But tell me before I put this cigarette in your eye.”
“It’s just been a whole lot of shit going on that I’ve had to deal with.”
“I know it has to deal with that dude you’re messin’ with, Chris Green. You two haven’t fucked and made up yet?”
“He hasn’t been to school in the past couple of days. I haven’t been able to talk to him.”
“Do you know where he lives?” Eve asked.
“Yeah, his friend Billy told me last night. I thought about going over there last night. But it was too late -”
“What the fuck do you mean it was too late?” Eve demanded. “If you really fuckin’ like somebody it doesn’t matter what time it is, if it was fuckin’ three o’clock in the mornin’ you would go over there.” When Eve said that, I was reminded of when Chris showed up to my house at three o’ clock and took me to the football field to have sex. Of any of the times that we had been together, that would be the night that always remembered and valued over all the others. She was right. The real reason why I had gone over to Chris’ house wasn’t because it was too late, but because I was afraid to see him.
“Let’s go,” Eve said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Where?” I asked.
“Hollywood,” Eve said sarcastically, “where the fuck do you think? Chris’ house. See if the asshole is there.”
“We can’t go there. I have to be in my physics class in like five minutes.”
“Fuck class. You’re tryin’ to fix a broken relationship. Who gives a fuck about physics?”
“Why do you care so much?” I questioned.
“I don’t,” Eve said. “Just gives me a reason not to be here.”
I smiled again. “What if he’s not there?”
“What if he is?”
“What if he doesn’t wanna see me?”
“What if he does? Stop tryin’ to find fuckin’ excuses not to do the damn thing and just do it.” Eve stood and brushed grass off her ass. “Get up and let’s go.”
I wanted to say, “No, I can’t.” But I figured Eve would come up with a clever response to refute why there was no real reason why I couldn’t go to Chris’ house. A part of me was still scared to see Chris, but at the same time I still wanted to see him. I stood up slowly and began to follow Eve to her fire-colored car. “I can’ believe I’m doin’ this shit.” I opened the car door and climbed inside. I had never skipped a class in all twelve years I had been in school. But it was an important reason to skip.
Eve turned on the ignition, and I nearly jolted out of my seat when the radio blared to life, pumping loud-ass music that I knew would be able to be heard throughout the whole campus. Eve swerved out of the student parking lot and out the gates. I made sure I put on my seat belt. I turned down the volume a little.
“Where does he live?” Eve asked.
“Mosswood Avenue,” I told her. Eve accelerated the speed, paying no attention to the frequent speed bumps. I hit my head on the ceiling of the car a few times. Eve just laughed. After she stopped laughing, she asked, “What are you gonna say to him?”
I hadn’t thought about that at all. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you only got fifteen minutes to figure out.”
“I don’t even know if I really want to see him right now.”
“Too late now,” Eve said. “Besides, you gotta face him at some point anyway. You can try and pretend like it doesn’t bother you, but eventually it eats away at your ass like fuckin’ emotional termites until you feel like you’re fuckin’ goin’ to fall apart. Believe me, I know.”
* * *
We arrived at Chris’ house exactly fifteen minutes later as Eve said he would. His house was a lot smaller than mine, and a lot more run-down looking. But just every house on Chris’ block looked rundown, as though monsters lived inside of those houses instead of people. Even though it was daylight and nobody was around, I still felt a bit scared about getting out of the car.
“Go ahead,” Eve said.
I wanted to ask, “Can’t you come with me,” but that would’ve sounded stupid. I just looked at the house for a long time. I didn’t see Chris’ truck parked in the driveway or parked along the street. For some reason I didn’t take that as a major sign that he wasn’t home. Cautiously, I got out of the door and walked up to Chris’ porch. I could hear my heart beating. Once I got to his door, I thought about turning around and heading right back toward Eve’s car. But I didn’t. I rang the bell and tried to look casual.
A minute passed and Chris didn’t come to the door. I figured that maybe he was sleep and hadn’t heard me ringing the doorbell, so I rang it again. Again, I waited – patiently. He still didn’t come to the door. He wasn’t home. His truck wasn’t anywhere to be seen and nobody came to the door. Chris wasn’t there. I had missed class to come see him and he wasn’t even home. Behind me, I heard Eve honk her horn and yell out the window, “Is he there?”
Disappointed, I turned around to go back to the car – when the door opened. I was a little startled because I wasn’t expecting anyone to answer. The man who answered the door wasn’t Chris, but looked a lot like him if Chris were about twenty-five years older. The man looked cold and emotionless, as though he had lost his soul years ago.
He must’ve been good-looking when he was younger, like Chris was now, but there was so much anger and pain etched into his face that it was difficult to see the parts of the man that were once attractive. It was obvious to me that I was looking at Chris’ father. He stared at me with such hateful eyes, as though I had personally done something horrible to him. I wish I had gone back to Eve’s car sooner, because now I felt frozen. I couldn’t move.
“Who are you?” Chris’ father demanded.
I could barely talk. “…I know Chris. He’s a friend…I know Chris…”
The hatred in the man’s eyes intensified when I said Chris’ name.
“Is he home?” I asked, more than a bit frightened to hear his response.
Mr. Green just stared at me with his penetrating dark eyes. I looked at him and hoped that Chris wouldn’t look like his father when he got to be his age. I hoped Chris didn’t look so perpetually enraged and hollow. “No,” Mr. Green said sharply. “He’s not here.” He was about to slam the door in my face, but I stopped him by asking:
“Do you know where he went?”
“No, I don’t know where he went,” Mr. Green said just as sternly. I was expecting him to finish the sentence with “And I don’t give a fuck either.”
I took a step back. “Well, if he comes back, can you tell him that Brandon came by?”
Mr. Green looked at me as if I were the stupidest person that ever existed. “That boy won’t be comin’ back here. Not to my house.” He said it so emphatically and with so much spirit, that there was no doubt that he was absolutely serious. “If you got anything to say to him, I suggest you find him wherever he might be.” Mr. Green slammed the door shut, leaving me out on the porch, intimidated and bewildered. I stood there on the porch for about another minute before I turned and went back to the car.
“Who was that man?” Eve asked as I closed the car door.
“His father.”
“What did he say?”
I didn’t say anything. The only thing I could think was: No wonder why Chris is the way he is.
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My bestfriend and I have been friends our whole lives, we were in kindergarten together, cheerleading in school, we were like sisters. We always had sleep overs because we were like family.