Growing Up More
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 9: I Finally Get Something Right
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: I Finally Get Something Right - The second book in the growing up series. Margot goes to school. Note: The first chapters are much darker than the first series. I have posted chapters 5, 6, and 7 earlier than expected because I wanted to move through the dark times faster. These took a long time to write because of how much abuse Margot suffers.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Teenagers Coercion Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Lesbian School Incest Mother Daughter Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
Fenna and I faced each other, our faces inches apart, our hands on each other’s hips, clad only in long night shirts. Her warm, mint-flavored breath washed over me as she talked.
“Did you know that Lise treats her boyfriend like a slave, yet he doesn’t want anything to do with Bella or me,” Fenna said. I stroked her hip. I wanted to move higher, to slip my hand under her night shirt, to move it up her side until I had her breast in my hand. I wanted to kiss her, to press my lips against hers, to snake my tongue between her lips, and then I wanted her to pull out my monster and fuck me as I sucked on her enormous breasts.
“I hate her. And she made you cry. And she used my massage oil. The stuff I bought just for you,” Fenna said as I stared at her lips. She had removed her lipstick, but her lips remained moist and dark pink, kissable and perfect as they formed sounds. I could watch her talk all night, well, until my willpower gave out and I kissed her, which would stop the talk, and likely cause her to tell me that she didn’t like me in that way, that she just wanted to help me heal, that she needed to go home.
“Ollie snuck into my room again last night. I caught him masturbating beside my face again. I wish I could ask Lise to deal with him, but then I would owe her, and she would make me do something stupid, and dangerous, and get me in trouble,” Fenna said. My body inched closer, not consciously, more as if a magnet pulled us together, until our noses touched, which made it hard to see her lips, so, instead, I gazed into her eyes. Perfect. I liked them better without makeup. She always wears too much.
“Dad says that it’s just hormones, and if he’s not hurting me, what’s the problem, while Mom yells at him, but then gives him a handjob to help him sleep,” Fenna said. The lines on her forehead softened and almost disappeared. She had a slight indent above her right eye, like a piece of her skin hadn’t grown in, and her hand on my hip had stopped the caresses. My hand still moved up and down her hip, accidentally, on purpose, pulling her night shirt higher, until it slipped off her hip, and down onto her belly. My hand massaged her soft, warm skin.
“I think it’s gross, but Bella just laughs, and Zoe agrees that no harm, no foul, but she also believes in time travel and multiple dimensions, so I can’t trust her judgment,” Fenna said, and her body stilled as my hand rubbed up and down her side. Her night shirt moved higher, and I slipped my hand down to her belly button to swirl my finger around, in larger and larger circles. My insides twisted as I wanted to move both higher to her breasts and lower to her pussy.
“Margot, are we friends?” Fenna asked.
“Yes,” I said, though the following words choked in my mouth. I wanted to continue and say something like, ‘with benefits’ or ‘but we be something more’, but fear gripped my throat. So stupid to say something like that.
“Good,” Fenna said, and kissed my nose. Her dry lips barely brushed my skin, and I stifled a moan. My hand stopped. The moment lingered. I wait for her to kiss me, on the lips, like lovers, like more than friends, but instead, she snuggled her face into my neck, and grew still.
We lay together, almost naked. The world didn’t matter, and it nearly killed me that I couldn’t touch her, all over, kiss her, all over, to do sexy, sensual things to her, but, I also, my soul calmed in her arms, the world stilled, and made sense. To lie in Fenna’s arms, made the world, with all the shitty people and things, bearable, livable, worth it.
Fenna and I sat side by side on one side of the green stainless steel retro table, her brother, Oliver, on the other. Her mother, Muad, and father, Fin, sat at the ends.
A green bowl of white, boiled potatoes sat in the middle of the table, alongside a matching bowl of green steamed beans, and an interesting green plate of spiced meat. A stick of butter, salt, pepper, and a small matched bowl of dill sat beside the food. Empty white coffee cups, white plates, and green handled forks and knives sat perfectly arranged in front of each of us. The small kitchen and table meant that Fenna’s leg had to rest against mine. I felt comforted as I glanced around the table.
“Are you dating my sister?” a smiling red-faced Olivier asked too loudly. He had the same nose as Fenna and their mom, the same blonde hair, but he had his father’s pointy chin. He had stared at me ever since I entered their house. Fenna’s hand squeezed my knee, and she tried to kick him under the table, but missed.
“Ollie, mind your manners,” Fenna’s scowling mother said. She wore a permanent frown just like her husband.
“You are very good for our Fenna girl,” their father said. His voice did not match his expression. No smile, but his eyes sparkled. Fenna had his eyes. Trustworthy eyes, not the smartest, but gentle, caring. I liked him the moment I entered the house. Moreover, I trusted him. He didn’t stare at me as if he wanted to rape me, but rather, he stared to make sure I would do well by Fenna, who he obviously adored.
“Fin, Oliver,” her mother’s curt voice said, “Fenna finally brings someone home other than that Annelise and you two embarrass her.” Her mother scared me. She never appeared happy. She always had a scowl. She looked at me like a competitor, someone to break me down and leave me in pieces.
“It’s fine, Maud. Margot’s a good girl,” Fin said.
“Do you say grace before dinner?” Maud then asked me.
It took me a moment to understand what she had asked. At first, I thought she meant something about having grace.
“No, Mom and I just eat,’’ I said and hoped I hadn’t offended them.
“Just say grace. Margot won’t mind.” Fenna said, and she pushed her leg against mine. A comfort, while her brother tried to touch my foot with his. I avoided both his foot and his gaze.
“Yes, please,” I said and bowed my head. I hadn’t painted my fingernails in a long time, and the little paint left gave my nails a dirty appearance. I vowed to try to hide my fingers from Fenna’s family.
“So polite,” Finn said, “Please bow your head.” All four bowed their head, though Oliver still stared at me through the top of his eyes. I followed suit and stared at the clean white plate that reflected the retro green light feature above the table.
“Grace,” all four say together. I said, “Grace,” moments after.
That’s it?
“Let’s eat,” Oliver said and reached for the potatoes.
Quick, faster than I ever moved at the dinner table, the other three had potatoes, green beans, and the meat on their plate. Fenna only had potatoes and green beans, while I had only managed to get green beans on mine. The other three moved so fast, I thought maybe they hadn’t eaten in months.
Fenna leaned over and whispered, “The rulaplisa is actually very good, but I hate the smell of it cooking, so I refuse to eat any.”
“No whispering at the table,” Olivier said to Fenna.
“Ollie,” Maud glared at him. Fenna made the same expression at Oliver. Mother and daughter shared the same facial expressions and facial features, but with opposite body types. While Fenna had big everything, especially breasts, Maud had a thin body with a thin, mean face.
I added a small potato and a small piece of meat. I had the least on my plate.
“I heard you have gotten our Fenna girl to run,” Finn said.
“Yes, Fenna, Mom, and I run most nights,” I said and glanced around to see how everyone else seasoned their food.
Ollie and Fenna had mashed their potatoes and added a mound of butter. The parents had added a bit of salt and pepper. Maud sprinkled dill over her beans.
“Such a better influence,” Finn said between bites. He shoved food in but managed to keep his mouth closed while he chewed. Olliver copied his dad but chewed with his mouth open. His mom stared at him and tisked while she ate small portions at twice the speed of my mother.
“Your mother runs with you?” Maud asked while she cut into her meat.
“I run with her mom, Margot runs ahead,” Fenna said between mouthfuls. She ate like her mother, quick, with a serious expression.
I tasted the plain potatoes and immediately reached for butter, salt, and pepper.
“Fenna is a good runner,” I said. A bit of embellishment of the truth, but something that should make her parents happy. I have loved her running with Mom and me. A highlight of my day.
“Fenna does too much marijuana to be a good runner,” Finn said as if they discussed drugs at the table all the time. Not something that Mom would ever say. He didn’t appear mad about it, just disappointed.
“That’s Annelise’s influence, not Margot’s. She never smells like marijuana anymore,” Maud said and scowled at her food.
“Do you do what Lise does to Fenna?” Ollie asked and leered at me. His foot found my foot, and his sock rubbed against the top of my sock. Fenna squeezed my thigh again and connected with her kick this time. Ollie pulled his foot back but didn’t appear upset.
Oh, when they say Annelise, they mean Lise. Of course, I mentally smacked my head as I nibbled on the over-spiced meat. I liked it, but couldn’t eat too much.
“Ollie,” Maud said and slapped Ollie’s wrist. He looked shocked but also pleased with himself. His foot touched my foot again, and he grinned at me.
“Would be better if Margot did replace Annelise in all aspects,” Finn said.
Maud glared at him.
“It would, Margot is such a better influence,” Finn said as if to defend himself. A half smile appeared and then disappeared as he loaded more potatoes onto his fork.
The conversation confused me. Surely, they didn’t mean the sexual stuff that Fenna and Lise did?
“Fenna is amazing, and I am so glad she’s come into my life. She’s the best friend ever,” I said before trying the limp and tasteless beans. I added some salt.
Fenna turned and looked at me. She looked like she wanted to kiss me or hit me.
“Fenna’s going to kiss Margot,” Ollie said. Fenna swung to hit Oliver across the table, but he pulled his head back, and she missed. He giggled until his mom rapped his wrist with her fingers. Not hard, but enough to calm him down.
“Ollie,” Maud said without much conviction.
My cheeks burned, and images of Fenna, naked, bent over a sink, with Lise behind her, as the massive strapon split Fenna’s pussy lips, caused my insides to turn and my juices to flow. I couldn’t look at Fenna. My desire for her burned too hot, but I knew enough to contain it, to not let it destroy our friendship.
Oliver ran his foot up my leg. I glanced at him and moved out of his reach. Fenna glared at him.
I ate a small portion of meat.
“This rul...” I started to say, but forgot the name, so I just said, “The meat is fantastic.”
“Rulapylsa, it’s an old recipe,” Maud said and smiled for the first time.
“Rule-la-pil-za,” I asked back.
“It would be good if you two dated,” Finn said, and added another potato and more rulapylsa to his plate.
“Yes,” Maud said, “you are a nice girl.”
I glanced at Fenna, who glowed red. Unlike her parents, she had full lips with dark red lipstick. Her black eyelashes fluttered like butterflies. I wanted to kiss her, not as a friend, but as a girlfriend.
“I would like to kiss you now,” Fenna said, then leaned towards me.
I leaned over and kissed her back.
Her soft, buttery lips tasted perfect, and I forgot where we were while we kissed.
“Does that mean I get to kiss at the table too?” Ollie said. His voice cut open our little bubble.
Fenna giggled as we broke our kiss. I enjoyed the kiss, but I knew Fenna just wanted to kiss me to bug his brother. She didn’t see me as anything more than a good friend. After all, Lise fucked her, yet they didn’t date.
“If you ever find someone good like Margot,” Maud said.
Stammering, “I...”, I tried to find something to say in response.
“We are friends,” Fenna said and stuck her tongue out at her brother. But she appeared sad. Maybe she remembered how I hadn’t been a very good friend for all those months when I dated Rebecca.
I pushed the image of Rebecca out of my mind and focused on the tense situation at the table. Tense but fun. Like a family. One minute hating and hitting, the next defending and comforting. I wish I had a relationship like that with my mom. I wish Mom didn’t both hate me and try to ruin my life with my friends.
“You two should date. Who wants coffee?” Finn said as he stood up from the table.
I looked around. Somehow, everyone had finished dinner. I had barely eaten, but I felt full.
“I would like some,” Maud said.
“Yes, please,” I said just after.
“Me,” Ollie yelled over me.
“Not for me,” Fenna said and put her hand on my leg.
An electric jolt traveled up my leg, and the butterflies in my stomach flapped. I would like to date Fenna, and I wish she wanted to date me.
“How do you take it? Milk, cream, sugar, honey, brandy, Irish cream, whiskey?” Finn asked while he brought over a large green serving platter with everything on it.
“Milk and lots of sugar,” I replied.
He poured the coffee, then added milk and sugar till I stopped him.
“See, a good girl, she likes coffee. You two will make a great pair, unlike that Annelise,” Maud said.
Maud added cream, Ollie had coffee-flavored sugar milk, and I thought I add too much sugar. Finn had his coffee black, while Fenna dipped her finger in the honey and touched her tongue. I wanted to touch her tongue. I wanted to drip honey on her and lick it off.
“Fenna,” Maud said, then stopped Oliie when he tried to do the same thing.
“Are you staying to watch a movie with us?” Olliver asked while his parents cleared the table.
“Can you?” Fenna asked and turned to me.
“Of course,” I said to her pleading eyes.
Maud put a large tin of various sugar cookies in the middle of the table.
“I was wanting to watch Princess Bride,” Maud scowled at her husband.
“As you wish,” he said with a scowl.
How could two people’s words mismatch their expressions so much?
They had decked out their living room in browns with a thick beige carpet. Two reclining green leather chairs flanked a green fabric retro couch that faced a brown TV cabinet with a large flat screen on top.
Fenna and I sat on the couch, side by side, with Finn in the chair to the left and Maud on the right, while Ollie lay on the floor in front of the coffee table, which held our coffees and a tin of cookies.
I had never seen Princess Bride before, an old movie about a grandfather reading to his grandson about sword fighters and true love. A strange romance movie that Ollie liked because of the sword fights, which he acted out, as if to impress me.
I tried to follow the movie, but instead, I ended up cuddling and caressing Fenna. Her mother brought us an old, pink, fuzzy blanket that looked like it would scratch, but instead smelled of grandparents, and laid it softly over Fenna and me.
Fenna’s hand caressed slowly closer and closer to my crotch. Up and down, each time getting slightly higher.
At the point in the movie where the huge guy lights himself on fire, Fenna touched my pussy. My panties were between us, but my desire erupted. I didn’t care why she did this. I would accept Friends with Benefits, as she did with Lise, even though I wanted more.
I buried my face in Fenna’s neck, kissed her ear, and nibbled her lobe.
As she rubbed me, my hand snaked under the blanket and started to play with her.
I felt myself getting wetter as I heard her gasp.
I glanced at her mom and dad. Muad scowled at us while her dad slept with his head back on the chair.
I removed my hand, turned back, and pretended to watch the movie.
The actors seemed happy as they jumped down onto some white horses.
“Finn,” Maud called out.
Quickly, Fenna retracted her hand. Finn woke with a snort and sat up.
“Movie’s over, time for bed,” Maud said and picked up the empty cups and half-empty tin of cookies.
“As you wish,” Finn commented, stood up, and wobbled toward the stairs that led to their bedrooms.
“Good night, Fenna girl, and you also, Margot,” Finn said as he trudged up the stairs.
“Ollie, leave your sister with her girlfriend,” Fenna’s mom yelled at Oliver.
“I would like that,” Fenna whispered to me.
“So would I,” I answered.
“Really?” She exclaimed, then jumped on me. Did she just imply girlfriend status? Did I just ask her, or did she ask me? It didn’t matter; her lips against mine caused the world to retreat and only this moment with her on the couch to exist.
“At least wait till I’ve pulled Ollie off to bed,” Maud said, but in a happy voice. Fenna’s legs straddled mine, her hands over my ears, while she kissed me, and pushed her tongue into meet mine.
My heart soared, and my head spun. Fenna pushed her hips down against mine. We pulled her shirt off and released her bra. Her breasts spilled out, covered my face, but with determination, I pushed her right breast over and latched onto her nipple. She moaned, and I suckled.
“Oh, Margot, I have dreamed of this,” Fenna said and pulled at my shirt. I had to release her nipple to allow her to pull my shirt off and unclip my bra. The cool air caused my nipples to harden, almost hurt, and I pulled her toward me to kiss her soft, moist lips. Our breasts pressed against each other while the sofa creaked with our frantic shifts. Almost a war, we fought to both kiss each other and shift to suck on the other’s breast.
I won, because Fenna had much larger breasts, and my prize, her nipple in my mouth, caused her to moan and run her fingers through my hair. From the top of my head, tingles ran down my spine, and with a strength I hadn’t had in months, I flipped Fenna onto her back, while I stayed in contact with her breasts.
She moaned and pushed her pants down. With a wicked grin, I pressed her breasts together to fit both nipples in her mouth and accidentally blocked her progress with her pants. She grew more frustrated while she moaned, until she arched her back and flipped me onto the floor.
I landed on my back, which momentarily knocked the wind out of me. As I gasped for breath, Fenna smashed her breasts in my face, almost suffocated me. The flesh covered my face, and only her cleavage allowed me to breathe. She worked her pants off, then shifted till her legs straddled my face, and lowered her hairy pussy down.
Her musk overpowered me and caused me to gasp and lift my head to meet her lips. My nose spread her lips and pushed against her clit, while my tongue darted out to taste her. Sweet with a smoky aftertaste. Fuck, I had grown into a connoisseur of pussy. Would pair Fenna with chicken and a pasta. I giggled at the idea, and Fenna lifted her pussy off my face to stare at me.
“Too hairy?” she asked. Her massive breasts filled my vision, with only the top of her flushed face visible. Her eyes sparkled in the light from the kitchen. Her moist pussy dripped onto my chin.
“No, you’re sweet with a smoky aftertaste. I was just thinking that you would go well with chicken and pasta,” I said, and tried to pull her back onto my face. My hands on her hips strained, but couldn’t budge her. I loved her little belly, and, of course, her massive breasts, pale white undersides, with hard nipples that pointed down at me. They needed my support to fight gravity, but I couldn’t stop my struggle to bring her back to my mouth.
“Eva says fish and rice,” Fenna said. A drop of my saliva or her juices dripped from the bottom of her vulva and landed on my cheek, just below my right eye. Matted pubic hair, full, blood-engorged lips, and her tiny, barely present clit, called to me, needed me, begged me to kiss it.
“Really?” I asked, shocked. I didn’t know that those two did it, but it made sense, both attractive and promiscuous. My hands on her hips started to slip on her sweat as I desperately tried to pull her back onto my mouth. Her thighs held the sides of my head tight; I couldn’t lift to her. My neck muscles hurt while my desire grew.
“No, stupid. Only you would say that,” Fenna said, and allowed me to pull her down.
Her pussy smashed into my face, my nose speared her, and she moaned at the contact. While my nose hurt, I didn’t care, and I licked, sucked, and drank her juices.
Fenna ground her hips against me, and the carpet under my head burned, as her juices covered my face and leaked into my right ear.
She played with her breasts, and she humped my face. Her moans grew louder, more ragged, while her bounces slowed, and she switched to rubbing. Back and forth, she rubbed her clit on my nose, her pussy on my mouth, and when I reached out my hand up to squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple, she shuddered. Her orgasm filled my mouth, but I didn’t stop my licks. Her musky scent intensified, but the smoky undertones grew less pronounced, grew sweeter. She groaned as her body stilled.
I snaked a hand under her ass and pressed my index finger against her asshole.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Margot,” she screamed and fell forward onto her elbows. Under her, I licked while my finger pushed in, “Oh, fuck, that’s ... am ... a ... zing,” she screamed and rolled off me. My mind groaned as I lost contact with her body, my finger ripped out of her, my face suddenly cold in the house air.
She laid on her back and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
“Margot, girlfriend, you’re too good to me,” she said. I moved to get back between her legs, but she sat up and said, “My turn.”
My heart stopped. I don’t know if I could orgasm. Rebecca had fucked me up, and suddenly the bright room appeared darker, “Fenna,” I stammered.
“Relax, silly, I’m just going to give you a massage, like the other day,” she said.
I nodded and stood, my body trembled, the room tilted, and I almost fell. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I panicked and tried to breathe deeper, but that didn’t work.
Fenna wrapped her arms around me and helped me sit on the sofa.
“Breathe, steady, it’s just another panic attack, I’m here for you,” Fenna said and rubbed my back. I laid back against the couch, my head on the sofa’s back, eyes closed, and tried to breathe. Fenna tapped my sternum.
Why now? Why, when I finally get a girlfriend, and Fenna no less, why? The idea of Fenna as my girlfriend made me smile and helped calm my breath.
Fenna pulled at my pants. I resisted until she touched my hand and said, “Relax. You’re safe, girlfriend.” And I did relax.
After she pulled off my pants, she spread my legs and kissed my inner thighs. Gentle. Soft.
“Fenna, girlfriend, you know I can’t orgasm unless it hurts,” I said. My eyes moistened. I didn’t want it to hurt, but I couldn’t orgasm any other way. I wanted gentle touches, with Fenna, but if I didn’t have an orgasm, she might think that I didn’t love her, didn’t want her.
“Shhhhh, girlfriend, Ferra said that the goal is not to have an orgasm because there is no goal, just my touch, your body, and us connecting,” Fenna said, soft like her fingers, gentle like her touch. Shivers ran up from my thighs, and I sighed.
“What’s the point then?” I asked, aloud. I didn’t mean to; it just slipped out.
“For me to touch you, because I love to touch you,” Fenna said as her fingers traced around my hips.
I sighed and let my body go limp.
Fenna gently massaged my yoni, moving around it in a soft, yet firm, circular motion. Electricity jolted through my body, my yoni burned and leaked, and I spread my legs wider.
“I love to touch you. I love your body. I love your yoni,” Fenna said. She kissed my belly button. A bright light grew in my belly and pushed against the inky blackness that I felt in my limbs. Each touch caused flashes of light and energy to ricochet around my body.
“I love you, Margot, girlfriend, lover,” Fenna said, over and over, as her fingers explored around, then in my yoni. My heart rate increased, but my breathing slowed, my mind contracted until I only noticed Fenna’s fingers and how they traced swirles on my body, how they pressed inside me, how they stroked the sides of my vagina. Right, bottom, left, top, I shuddered, soft, and yet, powerful, overwhelming, and so deep.
Only her finger, only my yoni, until they merged, and then nothing, until bright lights, shots of electricity, shocks, an orgasm, and another, and another, over, and again.
My senses returned. The world returned.
On the couch, we lay naked in each other’s arms. Only the light from the kitchen let me see her beautiful eyes as we gazed at each other. She laid on her back, her right breast hung off the side and threatened to pull her off the couch with the weight, while I held her left breast against me. I lay between her and the back of the sofa, my other arm under my head, while my legs entwined with hers to keep her on the couch. We barely fit, and my arm felt sore, but I didn’t want to move.
We heard squished sounds and moans from the stairway. Fenna and glanced at the same time to see Ollie on the bottom step, with his dick in his hand. The kitchen light highlighted Fenna and my breasts, but also his dick and hand, but left his face in shadow.
“Ollie,” Fenna started to say, but I put my finger to her lips. Soft lips. The warmth of our bodies caused sweat to roll and tickle down my neck. My yoni still pulsed with excitement and memory of an intense but gentle orgasm, a first for me, which proves our love.
“Let him. I love you and don’t care. Everyone deserves love, right?” I said and beckoned Ollie over. With a shocked face, he stumbled towards us. His small, thin body with flat, defined muscles of a teenage boy who hasn’t finished growing. He had a lanky build like his mother, but meaty hands like his father. All three had thin body types, and I wondered who gave Fenna her genetics.
“You’re worse than Lise,” Fenna said, but with a grin. She moved around on the couch, leaned back with her legs spread, and her breasts pushed up by her arms. I grabbed Ollie’s dick and jerked it over Fenna’s massive breasts. Fenna had read my mind and didn’t recoil from it, but instead embraced it. We must have the most perfect connection, even better than the one I have with Rebecca. I pushed Rebecca out of my mind and focused on Fenna’s massive breasts, made bigger by her arms under them. I wanted to dive between them. I wanted to have a dick just to cum on them.
“You like your sister’s breasts. You want to cover them with your sperm,” I said and jerked the smallish penis. Ollie thrust his hips out and put his hands behind his head. His legs vibrated with his orgasm close. My mind soared at the power I held over the boy. I could make him do anything. Mischievous thoughts ran through my head.
“I will do this for you, but you can no longer jerk off over my girlfriend without me present. I will share only if I get to do it,” I said and pulled my hand off his cock. In shock, he reached down to grab and jerk, but I smacked his hands away. I pushed thoughts of Rebecca out of my mind as I used the manipulation techniques I learned from her.
“Agree first, promise, and I will finish you,” I said. With frantic motions, he tried to grab himself, but I swatted his hands away. Fenna put one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked. I wanted to suck the other nipple, but I needed to deal with Ollie. We made a perfect pair. Like Fenna and I could read each other’s minds.
“Yes, anything,” he screamed and pushed his dick toward my face. I gave it a lick, then grabbed the shaft and jerked. The head of his penis twitched, his groans grew loud, and he screamed as his sperm covered Fenna’s breasts.
The thin white strands criss-crossed her cleavage, while a small drop landed on her left nipple. Fenna laughed, while I grinned at Ollie.
“Clean my girlfriend off,” I said and grabbed the back of his head. He made a disgusted face, but his eyes didn’t leave her chest. I needed complete control over him; otherwise, he would break his promise.
“I own you, you agreed, do it, do it now,” I said and pushed his face down to Fenna’s breasts. He closed his mouth, and his sperm covered his nose, chin, and cheek. I released him, and he stumbled back, while Fenna laughed at him. She had found her phone and pointed it at him and her breasts. To the camera, she said, “Ollie just came on my tits and licked it off.”
“I didn’t,” Ollie screamed and turned to run up the stairs. Maud stood on the bottom step, stern, with her scowl, dressed in a white nightgown, with arms crossed. I couldn’t read her face, angry, amused, impressed, upset, all or none. She would make a great poker player.
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