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Kitty glanced through the fashion magazine that Jean had given her as she headed toward her room. As she rounded the corner, she noticed Tiffany coming toward her. The younger girl looked a lot different with her new blonde hair. The blue streaks made her look even less like a killing machine. Kiss our ass, Hydra! Kitty thought.
“Hi, Kitty,” Tiffany said. The greeting would have been a remarkable occurence even a few days ago.
Kitty returned it, complimenting her on the hair again, and continued on down the hall. Then she got a “what’s wrong with this picture” type of feeling, and looked back as Tiffany rounded the corner. The brief side view heightened her sense of not-quite-right and she hurried back the way she had come. “Tiffany, stop!!”
When Tiffany turned around, her worst fears were realized. The girl had a full hardon, clearly visible in the lightweight dress she was wearing. She wasn’t trying to hide it or anything. “Tiffany, what in the hell are you doing?”
“Huh? I was going to make a sandwich.”
“No, no, I mean what are you doing with that in plain sight?” She pointed to clarify what “that” was.
“Oh, that. I was going to ask you about that. I don’t know where it came from. But I was hungry and wanted the sandwich first.”
“Forget the fucking sandwich!” Kitty said. “C’mon, we have to get you out of sight.” She placed the magazine over the offending bulge. “Now hold that there. We’re going to my room, quick.”
Kitty hoped they wouldn’t meet anybody on the way, but of course they ran into Tabitha.
“Hey, guys, have you seen Amara?”
“No, I don’t know where she is,” Kitty said nervously.
“Thanks anyway. I’ll find her. Tiffany, you look great. Now I’m all pissed off that I’m not the only blonde around here.” Read the rest of this entry »
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“Give me a few minutes,” Amara said, “and then you can start up again.”
Kitty was still going strong, panting with each thrust. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“I want to taste Kitty’s cum,” Amara said suddenly. “Put me where she can cum in my mouth instead of in you. You already got some of her cum.”
Jean obliged by lowering Amara, at a head down angle, until her face was right above the pussy that Kitty was pounding feverishly. “Did you hear, Kitty? When you cum, pull out and let Amara have it.”
“Yeah, got it,” Kitty panted. “I’ll try.”
Kitty was getting close, a fact that was highly obvious to the other two girls. “Uhhhhhhh, I’m cumming!”
“Me, too!” Jean cried.
As requested, Kitty pulled out and thrust her hips upward, putting the dick in the vicinity of Amara’s mouth. The other girl clamped on just as Kitty squealed and the dick started to spew cum.
“Gmmmmppphf,” Amara said eloguently as her mouth filled with cum. She wasn’t quite able to keep up with the flow either, so some cum spilled over on Jean.
Kitty hung there suspended, wiped out, while Jean brought Amara over so that she could resume the blowjob. She soon had Amara moaning again, while a recovered Kitty spread her asscheeks and alternately licked her asshole and fingered it. Both girls handled Amara’s body.
Finally Amara gasped. “Put me down, Jean. I have to cum.”
Jean quickly lowered Amara to the floor, where she opened what appeared to be a closet and went inside. Less urgently, Jean brought Kitty and herself down to watch. They had seen the containment chamber in use before, but suspected it might be different this time and didn’t want to miss the show.
The chamber looked very much like a large shower stall with a full-width glass side. The material wasn’t actually glass, but it was equally transparent, so that Amara and her sex partners could at least see each other, even though they couldn’t touch. The chamber had an integral bench seat, similar to that of a sauna. Read the rest of this entry »
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