And so she had remained, completely virginal and innocent. Her job at the school gave her a steady income, and she had a reasonably wide circle of friends, which had annoyingly begun to dwindle as one by one, they paired off with boys. But she was content. Misty ran her bath and stepped into the water. She had always preferred a bath to a shower which was nice as the flat didn`t have one. She slipped a little deeper, feeling the water take her weight, and gave a happy sigh. If old Mr Hopkins could see her now, she giggled to herself. He would think all of his birthdays had come at once. She washed and dried herself, and ran a hand over her bare pussy, feeling the barest hint of stubble. Not having it, she thought as she reached for the depilatory cream. She hated the thought of hair between her legs and took great pains to ensure it remained silky smooth. She rubbed the cream into the fat folds of her sex, and along the deep slit to her anus, taking care to reach every surface. She had to admit that it turned her on massively when she did this, and a finger often strayed to her hard-little clit, while a hand massaged her tit, pulling and rubbing the large pink nipples. But not today. Having rinsed and dried, she stood in her bedroom, naked before the floor mirror. She was always highly critical of her body but could see little to fault. Her breast were large but firm, sitting high on her chest with very little sag. She cupped them in her hands loving the texture and firmness, and the way that her nipples hardened whenever she did this. She ran a hand over her taut stomach and cupped her pussy. She ran hands over her hips, loving the way they flared out into two perfectly formed, muscular thighs. Catching sight of her bottom in the mirror, she thought it appeared a little too small. She would have liked a bigger one. But hey, who`s complaining. Her hair was naturally blond, almost the colour of straw. A gift from her Swedish Mother, with blue eyes and a wide full mouth. "Of course, on your back right here my dear." What horrified me was that between the humiliation and touching, I was getting turned on and wet. She laughed at me and said “Maybe once or twice, but I should really be dating seniors, obviously” She gasped in shock and looked down at her ruined breasts in dismay. “Good morning!” she says with a big smile. Jessica slowly sits back down on the bed, clearly spent. Then into her sweet pussy. My breasts jiggled above her as I squirmed. I wanted to make every incestuous memory I could for as long as I could. Both of them were wearing lacy bras, garters, thigh high stockings and high heels.
I walked into my favorite class at the end of the school day. Band; just saying the word sent a tingling thrill shooting through my body. We had spent the rest of the night, and most of the next day, exploring each-others body. To say that father's girlfriend had left me undereducated would be the understatement of the year. Sadly, I went home the next day. Now we were back where all this had started. I took my place with the percussion section. I saw that Susie was in the brass section still sending me questioning looks. She and the rest of my friends had been trying to pry the reason there was a huge smile plastered to my face all day. I wasn't about to say a thing. For once things were going better than I thought they would. I wasn't about to screw that up opening my mouth about anything. A moment later, my walking dream walked to the podium tapping her wooden baton. Pointing to the Woodwind and Brass sections, we started the piece we had been working on. Then just as suddenly it was the percussion that took the tempo balancing out the whole thing. I proudly went through the piece with no mistakes, hearing the rest staying right along with us. I smiled as we started several other pieces of music. After class finished Susie walked up to me. "Damn Bex, you were perfect! I don't know what happened, but I believe that was the best you ever pl . . . " She said then stopped when Ann walked up to us. "Much better Miss Blake, as I told you when our best percussionist keeps tempo, the rest follow very well." In exactly one week you will produce your first offspring. By having me surrender to my commands, he had proved something. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she saw the naked pictures with faces half obscured and only a number and letter as to who they were. "Ah! So wet the entire room smelled like her pussy but in a good way. A few minutes later, Ashley’s body started to tense up, then her ass raised off the bed, and she broke our kiss. He thought about waking her, or just having his way with her as she slept, but in the end he couldn't condone either. I knew it was pointless to try and stop him. I wiped some of the milk off her breasts and then rubbed it on her asshole as lubricant. Looking back, Ellie noticed Jon looking as well. Every time I thought about my mother's request I wondered how I would feel; what I would think, what I might become if I screwed my father. What’s his name, Steve asked. <
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