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This time I did fall asleep for a bit. It might have been just minutes or an hour, I couldn’t say. I was awakened by the ethereal voice of Enya and two hands that softly stroked my thighs. It was lovely. It was the perfect way to wake up. I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes, the dimly lit room slowly coming back into focus. I felt hot. Robert and Clare were still snuggled up to me from both sides, Clare’s big breasts just a few inches from my face, and I didn’t even think before bridging this short distance and latching onto one of her soft nipples. I nibbled on it and felt it harden between my lips. “Such a fast learner,” she whispered. “Yes, just like this.” I suckled for a while, listening to the small shifts in her breathing that gave away her enjoyment and feeling quite content with her scent and taste filling my world. “Don’t stop,” Robert ordered softly, and then there was a pair of lips on my own tit, suckling and licking just like I did, and my breathing sped up. Their hands never ceased to caress my thighs, rubbing over their lengths, drawing small circles on my soft skin, and they wandered closer and closer to my almost-virgin pussy. A small sigh escaped my throat when Clare’s fingers brushed over my aroused plum, and I suckled harder, drawing a giggle from her. “What a horny little thing you are,” she moaned, and her fingers parted my slit which had become moist again in the short time. Her index finger pressed against my entrance and I felt its tip slid inside. A small tremble in my loins gave away the excitement that instantly gripped me. Robert pulled my head almanbahis away from his wife’s breast, and I whimpered at the loss of her yummy teat even while I asked myself where that naughty expression had come from. He kissed me, hard, passionate, just like he had before, and I yielded instantly. His lips smashed onto mine and his tongue filled up my mouth, greedy and strong. I moaned louder. I moaned again and bucked in pleasurable shock when Clare’s finger slipped all the way inside in one single thrust. “She’s soaking wet already,” she commented, making a blush spread on my cheeks. Robert released my mouth to answer and left me panting. “Do you think she’s ready?” I felt the finger wiggle inside me, brushing my satiny insides, and moaned. “She’s wet enough, but, remember, she hasn’t had anything that big inside her before. It would probably hurt a bit until she’s used to it.” I watched her talk, and I saw a strange gleam in her eyes that was quickly confirmed when she continued. “But then,” she whispered, “knowing you, a little bit of pain in her pretty eyes would be just the thing to get you off, you pervert.” Robert chuckled. “You know me too well.” Her finger began to slide in and out of my pussy, and the heat quickly matched the one I had experienced when Deborah had masturbated me in the changing booth. My breath hitched when I realized that it had only been this morning that my virginity had been taken by her hand. It felt like ages ago, with everything that had happened since then. “We’ll let her decide. Deirdre – Diddly.” She changed to my new nickname, and I almanbahis yeni giriş bit my lip. “We could take our time getting your pussy ready for Robert’s cock. Or, you could allow him to fuck you now.” She moved her finger faster, and it became hard to follow her words. She grinned at me, telling me that she was aware of what her ministrations did to me. “It would hurt a bit – perhaps quite a bit – in the beginning. But Robert will be careful enough not to harm you.” Her thumb suddenly danced over my clit and made me whimper. “You’d give him such a gift if you allowed him to see these moments of pain in your face, knowing that you bear it just for his lust.” A second finger slipped into my pussy, stretching my folds and making my breath shudder and my hips tremble. I couldn’t even imagine what his huge rod would feel like. “Will you give him that gift, little slut?” There was a small moment of panic, a dizzying feeling deep in my stomach, but it was followed by images of his body hovering over me, his long, thick cock pushing against my pussy, sliding inside, spearing me. The wickedness took my breath away, but it quickly came back when Clare wiggled both fingers inside me. “Yes, Ma’am!” I almost shouted the words. “Please, Sir Robert, fuck me! Take me!” It happened with lightning speed. He swung his body over me so he was on his knees between my legs, an animalistic growl of desire rolling from his lips and making me tremble and melt. His strong hands pushed my thighs apart and up, parting my dripping flower before his greed-filled eyes, and I felt my bum lifted almanbahis giriş up and settled on some cushions. The small, red light on Lydia’s camera appeared somewhere in the corner of my vision and Clare moved behind me, pushing my head up and shifting until she knelt with her thighs under my back, my head on her lap. She caressed my cheeks, and this small touch gave me a safe feeling, even while my eyes locked onto her husband’s swollen, ridged appendage that was about to spear me. He grinned softly, shifting his weight until its tip was right in front of my waiting, dreading, creaming pussy. He winked, and watched with wide eyes as he ran the almost purple head through my folds and covered it with my moisture. I couldn’t wait to have him in me. I knew I should be terrified. I had heard my classmates moan and complain about careless lovers and painful penetrations, about rough touches and sore pussies. But there was one difference between them at me, one that became really obvious to me in that moment. I looked up at Clare’s face, my eyes full of wonder. “I’m such a slut!” She threw back her head and laughed, a soft, endearing laugh full of tenderness that made my insides warm and fuzzy. “Oh god, yes, you are. Such a dirty, lovely slut!” Even while she said it, and while I basked in the feeling of closeness that wrapped around me, she nodded at her husband. Once more the swollen head of his cock slid downwards through my wet lips, and, by god, it felt incredible. He pushed it lightly against my entrance, and my arousal skyrocketed. “If it really gets too much, darling, just say the word ‘red’, and we will stop.” Clare stroked my cheek, looking intently at me. “‘kay,” I mumbled, my attention on the slowly increasing, pushing sensation between my legs and the wicked knowledge of what was to come. “Then tell me.