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She should’ve collapsed in exhaustion, but she didn’t. Instead, she stretched into a languid arch, the echoes of ecstasy twitching up her spine, her body extending like a waking feline, like a lioness at dawn. Then, I heard it in her voice. She should’ve been heaving spent breaths, but she wasn’t. Instead, I heard a low, soft chuckle, and I knew. I knew I should’ve milked the bull, because now, I was going to get the horn. Sister Julia broke from her binds in flash of white, a sound like thunder ringing in my head as I was flung backward, my engorged cock pulling from her ruined gape as I landed on my back. Then, she was on me. Hands prying my legs apart, hot flesh melding into me, hot breath on my lips, in my nostrils, clitoris a sardonic laugh in my ear. “We had a deal, Night Eyes,” Sister Julia chuckled, “now it’s time to hold up your end.” I dug two sets of fingernails into her back and raked, but Sister Julia only laughed again; a sweet sound, a motherly sound, a terrifying sound. She pressed her mouth to mine, opening my sealed lips, wrapping her tongue with mine, making me melt into her despite masturbation myself. I couldn’t deny her, couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t stand fast in the fire of her passion. I opened my legs against my own will, my body betraying me, some dormant, weak part of me accepting my situation, some evolutionary echo that told me to submit to the alpha. I submitted. My deflated organ retreated within me to give the sister my femininity, but she just smiled around our sucking lips, and coerced me back out with her stroking hand, wanting to dominate me while I was partly male, wanting to show me that she was better than my strongest self. God, it turned me on. I grew hard in her hand, reached between us and spread my cheeks, arched my back and hummed my need, all despite myself. Take me, dominate me, humiliate me. Let me see your darkness. She pressed her tip against my virgin aperture, and pushed. I gasped, gritting my teeth, letting go of my spread cheeks and sinking my nails into Sister Julia’s back. She didn’t punish me, or berate me, but whispered soft tones into my ear, petting my hair, wrapping her arm around my back and pressing out bodies closer together, holding me in a motherly hug. She rolled us into a sitting position, me straddled about her hips, my feet locked behind her ass as I sank slowly into her lap, my cock drooling down her stomach. “Shhh, Night Eyes, shhh,” she cooed like a comforting mother as she lowered me inch by inch, “I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry. Open up to me, and relax; the pain Shaved Pussy only lasts for a moment.” I tried to wiggle out of it, tried to escape the pain as it pierced me, but Sister Julia countered my every attempt with firm tenderness, like I was child she needed to softly discipline. Her cock bulged in my virgin rectum, expanding me, touching parts of me that had never been touched, awakening dormant nerves I didn’t know existed. God, the pain, but I couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop her from guiding me slowly downward, couldn’t look away from those emerald eyes as their stared lovingly, dominatingly. That was her brand of power, to make me feel weak, helpless and needing for her affection. I Big Tits hated how effective it was, how I wanted her maternal touch inside me, but I couldn’t deny her; I couldn’t deny myself. Inch by inch, I lowered myself, sliding down her shaft, penetrating myself, torturing myself for her pleasure, for the motherly approval that I disgustingly coveted. “You’re doing so well, Night Eyes,” Sister Julia breathed on my lips, her own quirked in a patronizing smirk, “just a little bit more to go.” I didn’t cry out, or scream. I did barely more than gasp as I filled myself with her, as I let go and eased the last of her inside me. A shudder ran through me, a wave of relief and exhaustion, of accomplishment, of pathetic gratitude. I couldn’t stop the proud smile that crossed my lips, couldn’t stop the giggle that flowed from it as I looked adoringly into Sister Julia’s compassionate eyes. “You did it,” she grinned at me, “you’re such a big girl.” “Fuck you, Sister.” I moaned through my smile, shifting in her lap, feeling oddly like a daughter sitting in her father’s. “All your friends are watching, Night Eyes,” Sister Julia grinned, “and they’re all so proud of you.” Sister Julia rotated me about my penetrative axis, orgasm causing me to hiss as my ass stirred around her. They were all watching me, staring with wide eyes, paused in their lust to bear witness to something they’d never seen before; my defeat, my submission. The pressure built and built in my balls. She swayed. Everyone got a little drunk as I watched Big Tits them watching me. 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Up in the bedroom the human sat on the bed, splayed out like a dog in heat to tease his eager lover, who stood at the foot of masturbation the bed with a lustful hunger. I look up and realize the guys standing around me are engaged in a circle jerk, and I am in the center of the circle. “Sure.” We went ahead and did the investigation. Once clitoris more I turned my gaze orgasm shyly to the floor, tracing random patterns on the carpet with the tip of my shoe. My sister reached the Shaved Pussy door and crashed through it, hauling me into the Western-style bathroom. I know that is very vanilla, but just because we are both pain sluts doesn’t mean that we don’t enjoy regular sex. He slept well that night and showed up at 825 for the 830 Revised Corporate Benefits Class. “You don't have a hymen, Lucilla!” I gasped, watching in awe as my older sister's digits plunged in and out of my little sister's snatch.