0 comments/ 78010 views/ 2 favorites The New Girl By: winterflame Timmy’s stomach fluttered with nervous excitement as he stepped off of the plane. He’d been waiting for this moment for years, and his first view of the island didn’t disappoint him at all. It wasn’t the lovely greenery or the brilliant sunset that left him in awe, although those delights did register dimly on his senses. The sight that had him so captivated was the crowd that milled around the open square. There were women there, hundreds of women. Timmy was sure he had never seen so many women in one place before in his life. They hardly seemed to notice his presence as they walked gracefully by, chatting and laughing, but Timmy couldn’t help but stare as he tried to take in the rounded arms, the smooth legs, the curves of breasts and hips… He looked so out of place standing there, mesmerized, that it didn’t take long for Angela to find him. “Timmy!” she called, to get his attention. “Come with me, and let’s get you cleaned up. You have a long night ahead of you.” * * * Angela led Timmy to the shower room, where two other women were waiting for them. They had already started one of the showers when Timmy arrived. “Strip,” the shorter one ordered him, not wasting any more time. Timmy took a deep breath and peeled himself out of his clothes. Before he had a chance to react to the situation, his arms were above his head as one woman lathered his armpits and the other began shaving his face until it was as smooth as her own. Angela massaged a shampoo into his hair with a scent that reminded him of flowers. She moved on to conditioner as the taller of the two unfamiliar women began meticulously removing all the hair from around his scrotum. As her hands danced just inches from his penis, Timmy felt a tingling energy build up in the area she was so carefully shaving. He was starting to get noticeably hard. He was distracted by a hard pinch on his ass. He looked up directly into the shorter woman’s eyes. “Are you going to let her finish, or are we going to have to send you back home?” she asked him sternly. The thought of having to go back after everything he’d been through to get here was so miserable that his erection died immediately. “I’m going to let her finish,” he told the woman. * * * Once they had shaved, scrubbed and rinsed him to their satisfaction, the women patted him dry and directed him to sit on a low bench that ran against one side of the wall. The tall woman began to spread a section of one leg with a thick, sticky, honey-colored glue. Angela handed her a strip of cloth, and she pressed it down. Timmy wasn’t at all prepared for the stinging pain of having it ripped off, along with any nearby hair. He gritted his teeth as the process was repeated, but after the fourth or fifth strip, he couldn’t help but whimper a little as each successive patch was stripped smooth. When the pain finally stopped, he found himself trembling a little as Angela wiped his legs clean of wax with a warm washcloth. She smoothed a cooling lotion over his sore skin and gave him a knowing smile. She looked over at the shorter woman and nodded. The woman led Timmy out of the showers and up the stairs, leaving Angela and the tall woman behind. As they walked, they passed several others, and Timmy was even more conscious of his nakedness now that he had no hair to hide himself from view. By the time the two of them reached their destination, he was very obviously blushing. “Sit there,” she pointed, ignoring the redness of his face. He sat and stared around the room. It was filled with piles and racks of clothing, all sizes, all styles, all of it obviously women’s. As he wondered which of it he would get to wear, the woman returned with a pair of knee-high stockings and a garter belt. The stockings, he saw as she pulled them over his toes, were lacy and black. Timmy stood up at her prompting and she finished fastening them to the garter belt. She left him for another few seconds to fetch an artfully padded bra, which she deftly hooked around his chest. The bra gave him enough of a suggestion of breasts for the camisole she pulled on over his head to drape as it would on a woman. Around his waist went a flared red skirt, short enough for there to be quite a bit of space between its hem and the tops of his stockings. The woman had Timmy sit down again as she strapped a pair of matching strappy high heels to his stockinged feet. He managed to stay upright when she pulled him to his feet, though he did wobble a little. As he struggled to establish his balance, he caught sight of his reflection in a full-mirror that stood against the wall to his left. At first, he almost thought he was looking at a girl. His cock began to rise under the skirt as he looked at himself, made over into a woman. * * * As the woman practically dragged Timmy back downstairs, keeping a firm grip on his arm as he tripped and stumbled over the high heels, the two of them passed by the same strangers Timmy had noticed before. Now, instead of just embarrassment, Timmy felt a surge of arousal at the sight of their eyes following the false curve of his breasts, peeking under his skirt, and mocking his inability to walk steadily in his feminine shoes. It was humiliating to know that so many people were seeing him dressed as a girl, but at the same time, it was making him incredibly horny. Any softness that might have been left in his cock disappeared when he saw Angela again. Dressed now in a little black dress that hugged her small, firm breasts and tight ass, she reclined on a couch in a candlelit room. “Come here to me, Timmy,” she said in a soft, low voice. The other woman stepped out of the room, letting the door click shut behind her. Timmy could have sworn that the room had the same floral aroma as the shampoo Angela had used to wash his hair. As he walked over to kneel down in front of her, he imagined Angela rubbing the lather into his hair… over his shoulders… across his chest, over his ass… he called up the memory of a woman’s hands shaving his pubic hair, only this time, the hands were Angela’s, and they weren’t holding a razor. They were holding him, and caressing him, and… “Timmy, you make a lovely girl.” He looked up at her, startled. “I need my pussy licked, Timmy-girl,” she said distractedly. “Go ahead and lick my pussy for me.” She spread her legs for him and he got his first glimpse of that lovely, pink flesh. She shifted on the couch with sighs of pleasure as he began to lick and tease at her clit. Timmy breathed in the heat and wetness of her pussy, and his cock stiffened, brushing his skirt with precum. He had to keep himself under control. He could tell from Angela’s moans as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue that she *needed* him to keep going. He couldn’t let her down. She was writhing now, and Timmy had to hold on to her hips to keep his head positioned squarely between them. He probed her vagina with his tongue. “Oh, God.” Her moans were louder now. Timmy's hands caressed her as he continued to lick and suck at her pussy, especially her sensitive clit. Before he realized what was happening, he was tasting sweet wetness as her body shook with orgasm. As Angela’s breathing slowed, Timmy returned to his respectful position, kneeling just to one side of the couch. Angela pushed an errant strand of hair back from her flushed and shining face, and smoothed the front of her dress as she sat up. “Thank you, Timmy-girl.” She leaned forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. “I’ll see you again tomorrow, okay?” Timmy was happier than he had ever been as he settled in to his new pink-and-cream room, and he knew that every day could only get better. The New Girl You are a sweet, sexy guy who just happens to know the owner of the brothel (perhaps you are a regular, I don't know) You want something different, and the madam asks if you would do her a "big favor." What favor might that be, you ask? The madam tells you how she has a new girl, who has never been paid for sex. The madam feels the new girl is smart and sexy, but she does not wish to throw the new girl to any of the other "johns," fearing they might "mishandle" her. You are so kind, so sweet, so respectful-- the madam says-- would you mind introducing this new girl to sex for hire? No problem you say, getting ready to pay. The madam tells you your money is no good, this one would be "on the house." You put your wallet away, and sit on the couch. The madam brings you a Chivas Regal, neat, telling you the new girl would be down in a few moments to meet you. The New Girl-- known to me as ME, walks gracefully down the stairs. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin-- wearing a silky blue long nightgown-- you are for certain (or you hope) she is wearing nothing underneath. You stand up, finish your drink, ready to meet the woman whom you will introduce to forbidden pleasures. The madam introduces you to me, telling you a bit about my education, and background. Thank heavens, I think, she neglected to mention I was not wanting to play "call girl" for the money, but for the "experience." I am nervous as I take your hand, asking you if you like what you see? You answer affirmatively, then tell me you are ready to go to my room. I ask you if you would like for me to fix you another drink to take with you. . .you say no. We climb the stairs to my room. What a fancy brothel-- each girl has a gigantic room, with a large bathroom attached. I tell you the rooms are all soundproof, and we can play the stereo as loud as you like. . .I ask you what you would like to listen to, showing you the selection of cd's. I am trying very hard to remember to "service" the man- you are paying for your orgasm, not any silly chick stuff. I am there to please you! You politely tell me to relax, and just be myself. I smile, as I say thank you. You pick out a cd, something unknown to me. As the first selection starts to play, I realize it is smooth music, something perfect to suck and fuck to! Cool, I think, as I ask you if you would like to get more comfortable. You tell me you are okay for right now. I ask if you would like for me to get more comfortable-- you tell me you are enjoying the sight of me, as well as the company. We make small talk. You tell me a bit about what you do, where you are from, etc. -- all those general nice things people make conversation over. I was still nervous, not wanting to waste your time with conversation-- I kept thinking surely you could find a beautiful woman to just "talk" with-- you paid money to fuck me. And I wanted you to get your money's worth! You could read my thoughts, telling me how sexy I was-- how you could tell I was new to this-- I didn't have the "jaded, hard-worn" look. I thank you. You then tell me you are really enjoying the line of my nipples as they poke through the silk. I ask you what you would like for me to do-- I am here for your pleasure. Yes, you politely say you know that. You just haven't figured out yet exactly what you wanted to do with me. I offer up a few selections I think I am good at-- would you like for me to suck your hard cock? Do you want to see me play with myself? Do you want to fuck me missionary style, or would you like to do something a bit more avant-garde? Would you like to see me play with "toys?" Just tell me what I can do to make you happy, I say. Tell me how you would like to take pleasure in my body. . . You make a little bit more small talk, telling me a good girl always takes the time to listen to the man. Some guys want a woman's undivided attention, without the worry of mortgage, who's doing the laundry-- etc. The fantasy is the woman who is there for him, ready to be devoted only to his needs. Yes, I say-- that is me. What do you want to do with me? You tell me how much it would excite you to see me play with my nipples through the silk. You want me to lay back on the big bed, and caress myself. You want to see me spread my legs, and make myself so horny I am practically begging you to give me your hard cock. I begin to do as you request. You find this to be even more pleasurable than what you thought-- I am not shy, and willing to let you see me play with myself and turn myself on. I wonder at what point you will just fuck me. . .in fact, I am starting to wonder if you will, or if you just plan to watch me get myself off. That would be okay, too. I have the preconceived film noir version of a call girl-- one where she gets naked, sucks the guy, and submits to him fucking her-- then bam! she's onto the next john. But your name is not john, so perhaps that is why it is different. You watch me, and I can see the hardness in your pants. I ask you if you would like to remove your pants, and let me relieve some of your tension with my mouth. You tell me not right this moment. . .you are going to taste my hot snatch first. . . You immediately stick your hot wet tongue into my wet pussy. This drives me wild, making me hotter! You begin to expertly lick me-- making me wetter than ever! The more you lick, then probe me with your tongue, the more I just want to let go and cum! Soon, you have my hips bucking, and I feel the sweetness of an orgasm overtake me. . .I flow onto your tongue, as you eagerly lap up every bit! You lift up, and start to unbuckle your belt-- you let your pants and undies fall down to your knees-- I wonder if you are going to undress even more-- instead, you just push my lingerie up over my breasts, revealing my hard nipples. You then gently push my legs open, as you lightly touch my clit. More waves of pleasure shoot thorough me, as I feel your rock hard cock opening me up. The red hot flash of you entering me goes thorough my mind, replaced by the magnitude of your prick in me. . .you being to stroke, giving me pleasure. I can only hope you are finding pleasure in this. . . I begin to softly giggle as the end of your tie falls down and tickles my cheek-- you must have wondered what was so funny, because the giggle caused you to start to shove your man meat into me harder and faster. I think I should giggle some more-- this action drives me wild! I wrap my legs around your hips, pulling you into me some more. . .you continue to give me the fucking I so richly deserve! You lick my neck, asking me if this is how I like to be fucked? Yes, yes, I gasp, in between the pounding! You then tell me you want to pull your dick out of my pussy, and have me finish you off by sucking-- yes, yes, I tell you! You pull yourself out of me, and stand up. I quickly slide to the end of the bed, where I start to suck your hard cock. I massage your nuts, feeling them tighten in anticipation of your orgasm. I can even feel your dick swelling in my mouth. This makes my nipples harder, and my pussy wetter, as I listen to you moan in pleasure. You begin to tell me how wet my mouth is, how much you are enjoying my tongue on the underside of your dick! I can feel you tighten up, as you prepare for the release only an orgasm can bring. I start to suck you harder, giving you all the pleasure you can stand. In a moment, I feel your release, your hot juice shooting into my mouth! It is all I can do to not let a single precious drop slip out, as you continue to enjoy your orgasm. You then gently pull yourself out of my mouth, telling me how wonderful I am, how much you loved cumming in my mouth. . .you tell me you are just a bit tender, as you pull your pants back on. You quickly buckle your belt, telling me you think I will make a good call girl. Then you quickly leave the brothel. The New Girl There was a knock at the screen door. "Just a minute!" yelled Arthur. He came downstairs, eyeing the small figure shadowing the doorway. "Yeah?" "Hi, is Sandy home?" "No, she's gone to the store. My name's Arthur. What's up?" "Nothin' much, I just wanted to see her." "Hey, you're Kim, aren't you?" "Yeah, and, oh yeah, she told me about you." Their eyes fixed on each other: the tall, dark, and lean man with the serious look and the slim-hipped, short-haired girl with the pale blue eyes, freckled button nose, and pouty lips. "Well, why don't you come in and wait for her." "Sure." Arthur opened the door and she brushed by, stumbling on the doorjamb. "Whoops, watch it there, Kim," Arthur caught her; their eyes met, his arms wrapped around her, and they kissed, his tongue sliding quickly about her small mouth. "Oh, that's why," Kim exclaimed when they broke off. "Why what?" said Arthur as he began unbuttoning her blouse. "I don't see Sandy much." Arthur ran his hands over the smooth tanned skin of her ribs and worked on the release of her bra as they kissed again. "If this is what you want to see her about," he said, unhooking the clasp and pulling bra and blouse up over her head, her arms caught in the tangle of straps and fabric, ‟then you're welcome any time." He held her skinny wrists with one hand and kissed her again, the other hand sliding over and under her shorts. Kim gave herself to him, the nipples on her tiny breasts sharpening to hard points. The tingling of her crotch increased as he unsnapped the waistband and pulled her zipper down, down, down, revealing her polka-dotted panties underneath. Arthur began backing her up the stairs, stopping midway up. "You're a beauty," he murmured, kissing her nipples. He sucked hard on the points, drawing each one between his teeth and rolling them about as his tongue flicked over the tips. Kim's head fell back as she sighed and shivered. Arthur let go of her wrists and stepped down to kiss her flat, tanned belly now covered in goose bumps despite the August heat. He held her sides as he drew his nose down to her panty line. "Mmm, you smell sweet, so fresh," he drew his nose down the middle of her slightly rounded crotch, inhaling through his nostrils and breathing out through his mouth on her pussy. Kim's breath quickened in response as she looked down on the man's head nuzzling her groin. She dropped her hands on her head and grew impatient. "So, are we gonna do it here?" Arthur straightened up, took her jaw in one hand and ass in the other and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue diving to the back of her mouth. "Getting antsy, huh? What's your hurry, li'l Kim? Right, this way." He hooked her tangled wrists over a light fixture and kissed her again, his hand between her legs, palm pressing rhythmically on her mound, middle finger pushing through the cloth on the button of her anus. When she soaked her panties Arthur pulled them down and off. He kissed her again, unzipping his own shorts. "We don't want to disturb the neighbors, do we?" "Umm," said Kim, her mouth half open, aroused and looking at the smiling intense face of the man before her. "Exactly. Open wide." And he jammed the pungent ball of wet cotton in her mouth, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, positioned the tip of his hardened cock at her small, moist gap, and thrust up, deep in her cunt, driving her against the wall. "MMMPH!" Sandy exclaimed, stunned with the suddenness of his attack, her helplessness, and by the feeling of unexpected fullness between her hips. Nonetheless she threw her legs around his waist as Arthur pulled back. THUMP! He slammed forward again, banging her back against the staircase wall and loosening the grip of her thighs and calves around his middle. "C'mon, Kim, hold on," he smiled and thrust again with equal force before she had time to respond. The impact kept her from gagging on her panties. The boys who'd fucked her before did so with equal force but this was different. Arthur had control, of her, of himself, and she could let herself go in that knowledge as he staked her against the wall once again. THUMP! Kim now had her ankles locked together behind his back and the ball of heat expanded at the contact of her clit to his cock. THUMP! Arthur jammed inside her wonderfully tight slit again, his fingers prying her ass apart and reaching for the bud between them. So deep, so tight, so hot, so wet . . . he glanced at her straining face, eyes now closed, sweat beading on her forehead, cheeks flushing, her face expressing the orgasm coming on. THUMP! Kim spasmed in his grasp, on his member. THUMP! Arthur pulled back to his knob and banged her again. She shook violently and came, her slim body vibrating as he took her with short, quick, equally hard thrusts. He let himself go, not that he had much choice and came himself, the spurts of sperm pulsing deep within her. Arthur collapsed against her, thrusting his shrinking prick in her now-gently spasming cunt. "Is that what you came here for?" he whispered, pulling the panties from her mouth. Kim opened her eyes, gasping, as he did so. "God, yeah, thanks!" "Kimmy, we're not done yet." And he unhooked her wrists, threw her over his shoulder and carried the stunned girl to Sandy's bedroom. He put her down at the doorway and moved behind her as she took in the bed with the straps hanging off the frame. Arthur caressed her tingling breasts and kissed her ears and neck from behind. His hand dropped over her belly to cup her crotch. He pressed his middle finger on her slit. Kim leaned her head back and craned her neck to face him. "Uhh, yeah." Arthur leaned in to kiss her softly, stroking her slit until he could feel the mix of sperm and her cum sliding out. He slid in two fingers and scooped a bit of the goo while their tongues slid over one another. His fingers replaced his tongue and penetrated her mouth; she gulped on the juices of their sex. Arthur bent in again to suck the come from her mouth into his while Kim swooned, twisting her sweating, unclothed body toward her master. Arthur hugged her tightly, his slippery middle finger prodding and passing her puckered anus. Another cold sweat overtook Kim. He half carried her to the bed and bound her wrists to the posts of the headboard. He looked her over, her body slowly writhing as he caressed and stroked her belly, thighs, and pussy. Kim was groaning when he stopped and started slipped her panties on and up her legs before splitting them with ties to the corners. "Wh-what are you doing? Aren't you gonna do me again?" "What's your hurry?" Her crotch outlined with the wet panties, Arthur started caressing her trembling frame. He rolled her tautened, pea-sized nipples between his fingers as she writhed. "Are you scared?" he whispered as he kissed her face. "No-o, Sandy told me you were so great with her--and I wanted to find out. The guys at work . . . Uhhhh." Arthur had been gently stroking her ribs, the pads of his fingers brushing over the stretched, warm, now dry skin. He circled her belly, the span of his hand nearly reaching from one side to the other. And then he reached the line of her panty, skipped over it and circled the patch of cloth covering her pussy. She shivered with anticipation as his finger pulled on her waistband. He looked down as the center of the panties stretched in a vee before he released the band and it snapped back in place, her pussy still covered. "Hey! What are doing?" Arthur got off the bed. "Don't sweat it, Kim, I'm going to fuck you again like there's no tomorrow. But I need Sandy's help. So I'm going downstairs until she gets back." "You bastard! Let me go!" Kim struggled against her binds, her breasts jiggling on her chest. "Relax. Man, you look even better lying down than you do standing up." Arthur stood back, arms folded, admiring the lines of Kim's squirming body. "But look, since I don't know when Sandy's returning, I'll give you something to keep from getting bored." He reached into the drawer and took out a small disc-shaped vibrator. Flipping it on low speed, he ran over her tits, her belly, and then slipped it under her panties. Kim groaned almost immediately with the new sensation gently pulsing over her crotch. The disc sat on her mons and the rhythmic vibrations ran down to her clit and the moistened walls of her cunt. With Arthur's earlier caresses, it didn't take long before she started quaking and crying, her hips bouncing lightly on the mattress. "That's the spirit, Kim, you enjoy yourself." Arthur left the room, closing the door behind him. Kim tried not to freak out. It was her friend's house and boyfriend, after all, but she had no idea what the endless stimulation would do to her. It was very gentle, but with nothing else to focus on, it didn't take long for another orgasm to levitate her. And then another, and another . . . Arthur and Sandy entered about twenty minutes later to find the exhausted, sweating girl. Her hair was matted, eyes and lips half open, panties soaked. "I had no idea you had neighbors like this, Princess, are they all this horny?" He rubbed Sandy's braless breasts over her tee shirt, hardening her nipples. "Only the younger ones. Hi Kim, see how good he is?" She leant over to kiss her friend and reached into Kim's panty to remove the vibrator. "Jesus, Sandy, is that what he does to you? Shit, I could've done this at home." "But would you have? Besides, we're not finished yet." And Sandy turned to her lover, whose hands had been undoing the drawstring on her shorts. She pulled down his in turn to reveal his rising tool, and knelt briefly to suck him to purple hardness. Sandy climbed on the bed, straddling her friend and sucked on Kim's nipples. Arthur had gone to the drawer again to pull out a cock ring. He got on the bed behind Sandy, also straddling the exhausted teen, and as Sandy moved forward to grip the bedframe, he kissed the cheeks of her ass, moving down past the button of her anus to the fuzzy lips of her pussy. But he was too excited to spend long there and rose to move up and bring his dripping cock to Sandy's slit, right over Kim's face. "Now you can see what he's like up close and personal," said Sandy as she cocked her hips, ducked her head, and watched Arthur slide his cock between her lips. Arthur drove his tool deep and forcefully up Sandy's cunt. "AH Yesss," murmured Sandy. Kim was entranced by the penetration happening before her eyes. Arthur's prick, cleanshaven and a darkening purple, bound by the black leather cockring, emerged slowly from Sandy's closeshaven pussy, wet with her juices. Inch after inch his vein-gorged tool slid out past Sandy's clinging labia until only his tip was still lodged in her notch. Then he drove forward again, his cock powering perfectly within the folds of her cunt. Sandy pushed back, tilting her hips up to meet Arthur's thrusts. In and out, back and forth went cock and cunt over Kim's face. Arthur's hands appeared, one sliding up to Sandy's tits, the other pressing Sandy's mons and hooded clit down as his prick slid into her. The movements increased in tempo as Sandy started breathing faster and dropped her head on Kim's panty-covered crotch to watch Kim watching Sandy's pussy come. Arthur slammed forward again, the boiling in his balls restrained by the cockring's binds, but he felt the contractions anyway as he humped his woman. Sandy grunted loudly, her head coming up as if to bay at the moon. The waves rippled through her body as she came and cried, Arthur now clenched to her body, his prick deep in her hot folds, his thrusts now short, quick spasms inside. Kim watched enthralled as they came to a sweaty halt, their privates dipping toward her face. Her own pussy was vibrating in envy and frustration at the lack of something to fill it. "Can I have some of that?" she asked eagerly. Arthur and Sandy pulled away from each other, Sandy moving to the side and undoing Kim's wrists and retying them behind her, while Arthur moved down to release her ankles. "You bet, now open up," he ordered, pulling her panties down, over her lightly furred mons, her puckering slit, her thighs, her knees, calves, until she lay there completely naked. Arthur lifted her slim, coltish legs as he moved between them, almost folding Kim in two. He held himself over her, her heels pressing up against his shoulders while Sandy placed the tip of his cock at Kim's cunt. Arthur pushed forward, feeling how tight she was. "Come on, fuck me," she urged him, "I'm big enough." He pressed forward, sliding slowly into the exquisitely tight, glovelike sleeve of Kim's pussy. He paused to pulse his knob back and forth past her lips, teasing her to distraction. Her legs, folded back, left her unable to push up at him and she trembled with anticipation. She could feel the hardness separating her entrance and wanted more. "Fill me, goddamit!" Arthur slid in, firmly and relentlessly, setting Kim off on another spasm. He gripped the small firm cheeks of her ass and stabbed deeply, his knob bouncing lightly off her cervix. He kissed her brow and let her legs down. "Warmed up yet?" he asked. "You've got more?" Her hands stroked the wiry hairs on his chest. "Sure." "Roll over, bee-atch, we're going to the dog pound. Stick your butt out like you just don't care." Kim awkwardly did as she was told with her hands still bound behind her, while Sandy strapped on her double-ended dildo, sliding one up her cunt. Arthur got behind Kim's grapefruit-sized cheeks and stroked her pussy's distended lips while Sandy got behind him. He bent over the girl and kissed her as their hands guided the head of his prick between the folds of her pussy. As Arthur crouched, his hands grasping Kims's tits and mons, Sandy pointed the lubricated tip of her cock at his anus. She prodded gently, spreading the lube over the dildo as he began moving back and forth. As he slid back, she slid forward, driving him back into Kim's tight but soaking cunt. "It's called a daisy chain, Kim, ever make one of these in school?" "No, but this is cool! Give me more!" Arthur cheerfully complied, sliding back on Sandy's dildo as it filled his ass only to have her ram him deep up Kim's tightness. He unsnapped the cockring as they went back and forth on the swaying bed until Arthur's balls began boiling. They slapped against Kim's pussy as he began to pant. "Here. . . I . . . Come--oh yeah! Oh Yeah, Yeah, YEEAAAAH!" He slammed up the full length of her vagina, sperm shooting against her cervix. Kim and Sandy joined in, grunting in sweaty pleasure before all three collapsed on the bed. "The teacher is spent," muttered Arthur to the gently heaving females embracing him. "Take ten for the second lesson." The New Girl