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[AU] Basement Party
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Topic Started: Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 03:40 (2,631 Views)
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Thursday, 31. October 2013, 06:29
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Moshe stopped his retreat in mid-step, trying to turn at the same time when he heard Toran's words. This sudden mix up of signals combined with alcohol and weed proved to do as about as much for his grace as could be expected, the boy tripping over his own feet to fall back against the wall by the staircase. He stared at the older teenagers with wide eyes for a beat. And then two. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it with a nervous swallow.
His face, already a bit flushed from the alcohol, was rapidly approaching the color of a beet as every possible smart assed remark or sarcastic quip died screaming in panic.
"I... Um... I...," he shut his mouth firmly, turning on his heel to escape up the stairs, thanking every deity that he could think of that at least there were relatively few witnesses to his crash and burn.
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Toran
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Thursday, 31. October 2013, 07:13
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18+ One calloused hand slip up from Ashley's tit along her neck and over her mouth, covering it briefly before trying to slide a few fingers inside. The other hand slid downward towards those slightly opening legs to rest on the space offered. His fingers danced lightly over the cloth there, testing the waters to see the reactions. Toran wanted to distract the girl before she got herself punched in the face. And he wanted to see if she was willing to get as wild as he was feeling. He'd never had quite this level of freedom flowing through his blood. He liked it. He wanted to make her scream. She was sitting her round ass right on the most obvious sign of his attraction, and it was to scale.
"Mac, what the aussie darling meant to say... is that you've got a rep in school for being able to out fight anyone, and some wonder if you can out fuck them too? I suggest a game. Toke or Dare. You wanted me to smoke up, come enjoy the time with me. We see where it goes. If you call stop, you gotta smoke up, or drink up. If you can keep going.. well, you'll be the most badass girl in school, right?"
His voice was deep and husky from the smoke of the joint he inhaled from between his lips. He'd tilt his head forward to offer it to Ashley, but his hands were occupied.
"To make it interesting.. if I lose and you can out fuck anyone who comes down here... then I'll give you my savings to score more weed with. Couple hundred bucks. If you lose, and flee, or make things too bloody and violent... then you gotta walk behind me on a leash in school, for a week. Everyone knows you kick more ass than any two guys at school. But can you relax and fuck as wild as you fight?"
He was sad Moshe left. He wanted to murmur that it'd be a shame if Caston or someone else ended up being the first dick he sucked... but he figured the boy couldn't hear him. Instead he kept his eyes on Mac, letting his posture, a bit of relaxed and a bit of taunting, try to defuse the violence. He KNEW she was a wildcat in bed. He wasn't even trying to tame that. He just wanted to see if he could push her into letting it come out.
"Besides... Don't you want to see if you can make this girl scream your name somewhere besides the football field? Hell, get that hot little man back down here and you can even see how far I'll go on his body, or let him go on mine. That'd be something to see, yeah? A party no blue blood at this school could ever forget. "
Edited by Toran, Thursday, 31. October 2013, 07:15.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Saturday, 2. November 2013, 21:50
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"I am more ballsy than most men, so when I say your loose and slutty cunt is to stretched out for me... You know you've got a pretty wide open fucking train tunnel between those dirty thighs. I've licked alley floors cleaner than your pussy. Don't feel like getting a tongue disease tonight. I'll leave that up to Toran."
She used an overwhelmingly condescending voice as she spoke, theatrically accentuating every little word as her tongue flicked over her teeth. She looked ridiculosly happy as she punched out each little word, her grin beyond over the moon. She looked at Toran, his heated expression and challenging words. Manipulating her? Oh, way to over the top. He should have gone smooth and under handed, she might have bit that bait.
"Nice try Toran, I don't double tap when the first time round wasn't up to scratch. On the other hand, you do have a nice fat cock... Maybe it'll actually feel alright being up that gaping cheerleaders chasm. Oooh, did I use that word right? Sweet!"
She'd then throw a hand up as if she was raising the roof, in a joking gesture, and head up the stairs laughing rudely.
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"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
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Toran
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Saturday, 2. November 2013, 22:17
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18+ His voice whispered in Ashley's ear, telling her to ignore Mac's jealousy. Girl just couldn't stand to see a real pair of breasts. He kept his fingers working in both her mouth, and between her thighs, acting fast, hoping to keep her from losing her... receptive mood. He even shifted her nice round ass a bit across his lap, hoping to get her mind on more solid matters.
"Hey Mac, since you're heading up, if you see the Prom Queen or anyone else who might want to have fun, send them down OK?"
His deep voice rumbled in amusement as he kept Ashley pushed back against his bare chest.
18+ If the cheerleader didn't pull away, he'd slip his wet fingers from her mouth to slip the joint from his lips to hers, after taking a drag. He managed to avoid coughing this time, but the pot was making him feel nice and relaxed. The tall jock leaned back in the couch while keeping his other hand busy, hoping to see if Ashley had any plans of her own.
He figured if she split on him, he could go knock Mac through a wall, or just ditch and go home. Let them blow themselves up.
Edited by Toran, Saturday, 2. November 2013, 22:17.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Ashley Amber
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 15:20
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18+ Ashley felt his hands discovering her body and she liked it that way. His fingers were raising a tickling feeling that made her sigh deeply. She arched her back. Pressing her breasts forward against his other hand before it slipped up towards her neck and mouth. She nibbled on the tips of his fingers before taking them in her mouth and sucking on them. Her tongue twirled around his warm fingers as she closed her eyes and spread her legs a bit more.
The girl wanted him to do more than just teasing her. One arm went up and her hand got wrapped around the back of his neck. Her nails softly scratching the flesh before squeezing hard in his shoulder. She was obviously restraining herself in order to stay calm and enjoy the feeling. Toran was driving her mad with lust. Yes! She was a tease but contrary of what Mac thought and said she didn't hopped from one guy to another but she did have enough fun because she was addicted to attention. The very reason she was cheerleader was to get attention not to hang out with those idiotic girls painting their nails and swaying their hair around. Most of them had not much light burning upstairs. Ashley didn't like many of them but she smiled and just needed them for attention.
Mac's words didn't hurt her and she didn't need Toran to whisper to her. The buzz from her previous joint and alcohol was making her soft and now the vibrating wetness between her thighs was burning her within screaming to get fucked already. Somehow she was both relieved and sad to see Mac going because she would have been the first girl but then again now she had Toran all to herself. He gave her the smoke which she happily inhaled from. The smoke dwindling from between her lips.
18+ "I'm sorry I ruined your private party down here. How can I make it up to you?" she whispered impishly. Her hips were very slowly rotating in his lap. Her lips followed his jawline as she planted soft kisses on his skin. She wanted to taste his sweat but they needed much more action before she would be able to taste it. The sweet nectar between her thighs was making the fabric of her underwear wet. A clear indication Toran was making her his slave.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 15:37
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"I think I can forgive you."
18+ He slid his fingers past the wet panties, seeing how far deep he could slide them in before she squirmed away. He started with just one long finger, swirling in circles to explore her warmth. The knuckles of his other fingers curled and ground into her mound, his thumb rubbing for her most sensitive of buttons. His other hand found one of those exposed breasts, tweaking and twisting at the nipple while massaging the lovely soft flesh. He shifted, his knees opening slightly to let her grinding ass rub harder against his kilt like costume pants. If she wasn't careful she'd be pulling them up and showing off his boxer briefs. The mellowed out jock wasn't too unhappy with that. He was dying to turn her around and slide her down onto him.
"After all, party isn't over yet." The mood Toran was in, he wasn't planning on stop for anything short of getting punched in the face. He was also starting to think he needed to smoke pot and go to parties more often. This was more fun that using a plasma welder.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 18:55
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James had gotten the impression that he was more than one kind of superfluous in the kitchen area, so he had finally decided to excuse himself from the remaining occupants and see what was going on in the other parts of the house. And what was better to see if he could find some other place to find some people and see what was going on. A bit repuled from the music upstairs and the first binge-drinkers having a vomiting contest made him consider a more quiet and reclusive place where the usual suspects would gather. Either the attic/roof or the basement. In the end, he decided to settle for the basement and see what was going on down there.
Or at least this was the plan unless he found himself eye to eye with the specimen commonly referred to as 'Mac'. Technically female, even underlined by her current outfit, he found it kind of a stretch to see her as such at times, but well, sports guys being exactly that, right ? So he took another swig from the bottle and felt the need to suppress the comment about the costume she was wearing. Not like his was that much better, but the one-liner almost spoke itself out aloud. Luckily, only almost.
"Evening, Miss Mac. The basement proving too bland or boring or people just being stupid ?"
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Verba docent, exempla trahunt !
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 20:04
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18+ His deep voice rolled across her body. His words, no matter what he said, created a deep tingling sensation like when you are in rollercoaster and fall in that moment of zero gravity. That nervous almost butterfly like feeling made her moan aloud when his fingers marched past her underwear. She gasped as a finger slid inside her and his thumb started stimulating the right button. She loved the firm play on her nipple. Her moaning and breathing became louder and her own hand played with the lonely breast. Her other hand still in the back of his neck went towards between her legs to rest on top of his pushing him further down. She wanted to come already but needed to restrain it for now. She felt herself sink lower between his legs and felt the hard mood he was in.
For a few seconds she held her breath for she thought she was going to lose it. She was close to begging him to just downright fuck her long and hard. She pushed her hips down even more as her hand left her breast and traveled down she wanted to get in his boxers but with him having her pushed down on his lap it was a bit clumsy to fumble. So she arched her back again to find some space and find his member while he could still play around in her pleasure triangle. Her hand closed around his hardness and what started gently at first became faster and faster. Her curious ears were waiting to hear his moans and pleasure in sync with hers. She wanted to make him feel good like he was making her feel.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 20:12
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18+ The teen's blue eyes widened when the fact that this was getting very real ran through his mellowed head. His hand left her breast and traced down her arm to her hand, so eagerly working him. He slipped his fingers under his boxers to let lose what she was working at. He didn't know enough about girls to know how he ranked in that department. He knew enough to NEVER trust Mac's opinion on the subject, and had never dared ask her. He had the feeling he didn't have anything to worry about. His hand slid up to her waist and he slipped his finger regretfully from her warmth to grip the other hip. Then his thick arms bunched and he lifted her straight up off his lap and turned her. He hoped she'd curl her legs so he could rotate her and lower her down back into his lap.
Once those big gorgeous tits were in his face he couldn't resist leaning in to bite at them, gently enough not to hurt, but he wanted to see and hear any reactions to his stubbled jaw and warm lips. He kept his hands on her hips for the moment. He wasn't going to let anyone claim he shoved himself into a girl without invitation. If she wanted to go further, she'd have to put herself there. It wasn't like it was hard to find, standing like a flag pole and flattened under her body like a prisoner between them. His deep voice let out some soft groans, right into the delicate flesh he was nibbling.
He definitely needed to smoke pot and go to more parties. He does take a hand off her hip for a moment and dig his cellphone out of his belt pouch, whispering into her tits. "Don't worry baby, I think we can find some people to make you feel good enough to forget that evil Mac..." His deep voice was like a rumbling drone in the basement. The pot making it much huskier than usual.
Edited by Toran, Monday, 4. November 2013, 20:32.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 20:52
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18+ Her soft hands were a contrast against his rough ones. She felt his hand trace her arm and helping her to get easier acces to his very nicely sized manly figure. This was turning her on even more. Her hand kept working that pumping movement but to her surprise he removed his hand from between her legs. It made her whimper but instead of stopping he turned her around and his motives were becoming clear to her. She kicked off her heels and pulled her legs up. The blonde pinned her knees at his sides when he lowered her. She balanced above his lap not yet sitting down. He obviously was giving her the option to keep going or not but frankly even if he had turned her on her back and just worked his magic she wouldn't have protested. This showed his gentleman side and made her feel giddy.
Her light green gaze found his blue skies and she smiled sweetly. He practically buried his head between her breasts and that made her laugh. Her hand grabbed his hair and she enjoyed every nibble and lick which was obvious to hear in her short breaths that sounded as tiny surprises each time she felt his teeth. She loved it rough and she whispered him for more. She shifted her pelvis and felt the head of his pole massaging her clit. Teasingly she let it rub her button first before she went up again and made him slide into her. He was even bigger than she had expected. Those first few seconds she just let him inside her to get used to the size and then she moved her hips up and down, gyrating on top of him. Oh she wanted him so bad and all night if he wanted it.
"Don't worry. I'm already feeling good. Just keep going.... ooooh.... please keep going... mmmmmm" she moaned.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 21:03
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18+ The whispered encouragement to be a bit rougher rang into the teenagers ears. His heart pounded harder than it did anywhere off the football field. He sank his teeth into the side of her breast. Not trying to damage it, but he wanted to see his teeth marks shining in that pale round flesh. His hands returned to her hips and locked down hard, squeezing hard enough to feel the ridge of her pelvis beneath his thumbs. He thought he heard voices upstairs, but it didn't bother him. If anything he felt... more invigorated. He loved playing on the field and hearing the cheers when he brought down a blitz or took down a QB. So he brought her hot figure up and started dropping it down. He lay his back firmly into the couch and kept her moving, his teeth in her breast pulling her down atop of him so her round backside could move in full view of anyone who wanted to see, her dress bunched up, just as his kilted costume was. He had to admit, for this activity, he couldn't have picked a better costume. He wondered if any of the others would drop down after the text, or at least get some decent video. This was something he'd want to remember. He couldn't help letting out a rumbling laugh into her breasts.
Once the rhythm was going solid he'd free a hand to tangle into her hair. He loved pulling hair and bending her head up and back had two things he loved. It made her arch her back and put those glorious tits deeper into his face, and it let that beautiful Aussie face get it's exposure so anyone looking would know exactly what girl was getting her party on.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 21:51
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18+ His teeth gracing her fragile skin from her breast made her gasp. That painful sting shit through her like lightning. It made her shiver in delight. Her sighs hid her encouraging words to keep going. She closed her eyes. Her hands holding on to his shoulders and her nails slightly pressed into his skin. She wanted more and more and she whispered it to him. His hands burned on her hips and he helped her getting the right rhythm into their love game. She bounced her round ass up and down and let her pelvis twist in the meantime. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. He was driving her mad and she felt wild and only wanted to obey him. Be his slave, get used and abused by him. He could be her master.
Her breathing got louder and irregular. Her moans were ragged and deep. She was clearly enjoying herself and him which made her so very wet and he slid in and out better and better. "Ooooh yes... Toran.... gosh you .... ooooooo you are so good.... please don't stop." Her whisper rolled from her lips as a beg. She was begging him to own her. His hand grabbed her hair and what startled her first became pleasant. That sudden roughness that she found in him made her squirm and moan loudly. She arched her back in response to him pulling her hair. She went further back and arched more. His face sliding lower under her breasts. She was feeling his member pushing more inside her like this which increased her pleasure and made her scream his name. "Oh yes... yes, yes TORAN! Fuck me, hurt me! Oooooh please..." The rest of her words got lost in her moaning. She got back up and pushed her breasts against his torso. She could feel their warm sweaty bodies stick against each other. Her tongue went across his face before she deeply kissed him. Sucking in his tongue and twirling it with hers. The salty taste of his sweat still prickling her mouth.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 22:04
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18+ For a moment Toran wondered if he had been transported into a porn. It also shocked him into stopping, but not quite. It did cause him to swell up even more, tapping that inner savage that smashed people flat on the football field. The voice inside that drove him to do Mixed Martial Arts at the Dojo and hit the iron so hard. What the Lt. Commander called "His Inner Barbarian" and told him he could never let out, because that was wrong. Fuck. That. His hand left her hip and slapped down hard on her backside hard enough to make a CRACK like the couch was breaking. He flexed his back and actually rose to his feet. One hand buried in her hair, the one wrapped around he waist to keep her from falling off. He switched his mouth, aiming to sink his teeth into the other sweet tit. If he had his way she'd be walking around with his tooth marks in his skin for the next month and would have to stick to turtle necks.
Mac had called him a blushing violet and he had been embarrassed. He realized he should have taken her up on that pot before they got into it. If this was a taste of that "wild ride" she talked about, no wonder that missionary crap he'd tried had bored her to tears. He spread his feet and used his iron hard forearm on Ashley's back to lift and drop her. Letting gravity bring her down in sudden slamming jerks.
He wasn't sure how long he'd last this first time around... but he had a feeling he'd be ready to keep going for quite a while. What had the Lt. Commander called it? The stupid blessing of Youth and Indiscretion?
He wondered how flexible Ashley was, how well she could tighten her legs. He used his hand in her hair to peel her backwards, his arm along her spine as he lowered her head towards the floor. He wouldn't drop her, but he was curious to see if she could manage that handstand he'd watched them do out on the training field. Course, he wasn't sure if he could keep his feet if the started slamming harder and he lost it. It didn't occur to him to wonder about his missing safety equipment. Frankly, right now, he didn't give a shit about anything. Except a wild ass fantasy that he'd be seeing a couple more people down here. He grinned wide when the image of Ashley taking on a few more members of the team crossed his mind. Man, he was gone.
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Edited by Toran, Monday, 4. November 2013, 23:13.
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Monday, 4. November 2013, 22:43
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18+ His hand went up and down with a firm thud against her skin. It made her gasp and lose her breath. That was hard and her skin immediately coloured red where he had hit her. That painful sting burned her skin but it made her smile and giggle nonetheless. Never before had a guy made her freak like this. Tony had been her only lover and something was always missing but Toran made her flourish into a very wild rose. America the land of dreams! Very vivid dreams blazing with internal fire that made her cry tears of joy. His hand entangled in her hair pulled her back even more. Luckily she could bend her body easily seeing she was a cheerleader. He held her firmly against him while he slammed her onto his firm member. Harder, deeper, faster... he was letting it all go and she was following his vibe.
His nibbling on her skin made her shiver some more and surprisingly she already reached a first climax which made her freeze and tighten around him and his pole. It was only the beginning of her pleasure trip. He would probably be the first to be able to actually fuck her towards the utmost blissful orgasm. A climax was easy but a true orgasm took much more effort. Her legs were firmly wrapped around his waist holding him close and pulling him harder against her. She flexed her back all the way back. The palms of her hands leaning on the floor supporting her own body and pushing herself up against Toran when he slammed into her. Her head laid back, resting against his hand and arm that gave her the trust that he would hold her. Her eyes were closed. Her cheeks were red little pillows. She licked her lips and her mouth hung open a bit letting all her moans, sighs and begs roll out.
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Wednesday, 6. November 2013, 05:11
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"Oh no, the basement is a virtual sesspool of action. Particularly dirty, dirty action. Go join the orgy. Or... You can choose to come and blow shit up. I lost the little Jew kid, but that was supposed to be the plan."
She could fucking hear them down there couldn't she? Getting it on. Well, go Toran. She wasn't sure if she was proud he was going to get his dick wet, or mortified that her insults had not been cutting enough to quell the skanky mood that was going on down there. Eitherway, she wasn't sticking around to find out.
"It's like a choose your own adventure book! Go into the dragons lair, or help me find the wizard!"
She would then head up the stairs to find the midget wizard in question.
Edited by Mac, Wednesday, 6. November 2013, 05:11.
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Wednesday, 6. November 2013, 22:45
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The basement as a cesspool of dirty orgy action ? James looked at Mac quizzically and took another sip from the bottle in his hand. One particular reason he didn't particularly fance the States. Or at least this brand of beer, it reminded him more of dish washing water. A kingdom for some of the belgian stuff ! He looked into the bottle to see what time it was... Time for some of the harder beverages, definitely. Sure, he was more than curious what was going on down the rest of the stairs and behind that door, but on the other hand, he alrady had kind of started to fill out the blanks in his head. He wasn't about to just jump onto those guys or something. Sure it would be indecent as hell, not that he minded ! Go through with that stuff and enjoying himself in the process no matter the consequences ? He eyed the bottle and threw it over his shoulder. It shattered on the steps behind him and left a tain on the step and the wallpaper. The conscience that flared up when things got serious like that by courtesy of his parents send a few memos to his brain and tried to shut down the hormones, somewhat effectively. He clearly was too sober for that kind of trouble, or so his inner voice remarked.
"Well, I think the catering leaves a somewhat lacking impression at the moment. And while it is true that some of the fairest dragon-slayers of course originate from the greatest nation this blue sphere has ever seen, it is undisputably true I shall not be counted among their ranks."
However, Mac had spoken the magic words that made Jim almost jump at the opportunity. 'Blow shit up.' Blowing stuff up was like his primary reason for sticking with Chemistry and also the prime reason why he carried a lighter with him. Sure, it had gotten him into the whole smoking thing, or helped a great deal, but as his cousin had taught him... A good chemist always carries a lighter in case there is an opportunity to blow stuff up. And here it was ! A mischiveaous grin crept onto his face.
"If you're not completely disinclined to allow me to participate in your most noble quest, I would be most delighted to have you lead the way !"
Like that, he would follow Mac up the stairs if she raised no objections.
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Verba docent, exempla trahunt !
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Wednesday, 6. November 2013, 22:51
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" I will punch you in the face if you don't start talking on a level I can understand without giving myself a headache. Pretend you're talking to a kindergartener."
She was pretty sure she was a kindergartener compared the the nerds she appeared to be hanging out with this evening, and strangely? She was alright with that. She knew she wasn't the brightest, no need to try and compete on the level with the nerds. She was the brawniest. You couldn't be the best of both worlds.
"Now, onwards. We must find the little Jew wizard."
She'd head up the stairs, wondering where she would find another bottle of vodka. She had accidentally left hers downstairs with Toran and Ashley, and that was truely a sinful deed.
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"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
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Wednesday, 6. November 2013, 22:55
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18+ The big teen slid out of her with a sudden move, lifting her body up until her was pressed face to face against him. Her breasts burned against his sweat slicked chest. His breath came in heaving gasps. His voice was a dark rumble in her ear. "Let's get you out of that costume baby, I want to see every pearly inch."
He sounded a little dumb in his own head as he let her slide downward, but his calloused hands gripped the dress, seeking to draw it up over her head. His desire to continue was clear, pressing against her chest and very close to her face as he lowered her to her knees. He had a moment of confusion, not sure exactly what to do from here. He'd mostly been going by instinct. One hand slipped up, squeezed a nipple with a sudden twist and then plucked the joint from her lips, finishing it with a few quick, shaky inhalations. He wasn't even really aware of just how smokey the basement was getting. All he was aware of was the hot cheerleader in front of her, and his imminent desire to put himself back in her body. He loved the dark red rings on the inside tops of her breasts, the small black and blues marking his teeth in her soft skin. He wasn't sure it was possible, but seeing her like that merely stimulated him further. His frosty blue eyes shifted as he turned to rub against her.
He heard voices and a broken bottle and shrugged his head and shoulders. His hand dropping down to stroke Ashley's hair.
Edited by Toran, Thursday, 7. November 2013, 14:14.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Thursday, 7. November 2013, 15:27
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Belonging to Miss Catherine!
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18+ When Ashley felt him leave her body she looked with the saddest looking puppy face ever. Why didn’t he continue? She wanted so much and she wanted all of him. He lifted her up against him and she looked deeply in his eyes almost like a love sick teenager and strangely enough Toran made her feel giddy. She felt his warm body against hers. His chest moving up and down from his breathing. His voice made her shivers and she thought he could read her mind. She wanted to be naked for a while already especially because her panties which had been slipped aside to let him enter her were starting the cut uncomfortable in her soft skin. She released the grip from her legs around his hips and let him drop her down. Her arms up in the air to let him take off her dress and after that she quickly undid herself from her bra and panties. Freedom at last!
He dropped her on her knees and she looked up at him. Obviously he wasn’t willing to stop and neither was she but she somehow wanted to have equally as much fun at the same time as him. Ashley however figured out that she was going to give in order to get much in return. The American had however picked a fine moment to stop their game. She had been nearly at her following climax and maybe even orgasm. His rough hand massaged her breast and nipple again with a teasing squeeze. Slightly painful but damn it was such a turn on. When he grabbed the joint from between her lips she giggled because she hadn’t even realised that it had still been sticking in her mouth.
Well she was on her knees and in front of him. There was only one option left to do and he was rubbing himself against her so it was clear what he wanted. This was so exciting to her. Normally it was a bit of fumbling then on and finish and then off and some cuddling... although the last thing was a very optional one but with Toran it was so vivid, so passionate and so intense. ”And now you need to undress.” she softly said while her hands went up his legs and helped him swiftly out of his skirt thing (or whatever it was) and boxer. If she was going to be naked then so would he! Goosebumps appeared on her entire body when she watched his shiny skin in front of her. The smell of his sweat was like an aphrodisiac that made her head spin.
With some sort of approving growl of what she saw she kissed his thighs. One hand on his hip and the other slowly sliding up his leg towards his balls. She gently started playing with them, trying to tease him. Squeezing, scratching and rubbing them before she let her lips leave his thighs and up towards his rod. First nibbling near the centre before sliding her tongue up and down his shaft. Her nails tickling his nuts while she suddenly pouted her lips around the head and started sucking. She felt his hand stroking her hair and as if it was a sign that she was doing good she took his entire member in her mouth as far as she could. Her head bobbing up and down and both her hands on his hips caressing his skin in tiny circular motions with her nails. The noises from upstairs were lost to her. She was completely wrapped in this sexual bubble that Toran had created for her.
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Thursday, 7. November 2013, 15:45
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18+ He shivered and his entire body rippled at realizing he was now standing naked in front of a gorgeous cheerleader in the basement of a Halloween party at some other cheerleader's house. He'd never been one to take too many risks. Always controlled, careful. Aggressive application of force was for certain situations only. So he'd been taught.
He looked down at her as she began to use her mouth. It was good, his frosty blue eyes nearly rolled up in his head. It was very good. A large part of him just wanted to see her finish. The brief respite kept him from being swept over the edge. But they'd have time for that later. After football games, practices. He wasn't going to stop fucking this hot girl until she fled to far to catch up to.
Reaching down he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her face away. Shifting in such a way as to strike himself across her cheek. He couldn't help it. He'd seen it in videos and wanted to know. The impact numbed him slightly, which was a good thing considering how hot she was. He grinned down at her and his deep voice was a rumble. "We've got time for the little stuff. Now come over here." The bruises his teeth left on the insides of her tits fascinated him, he knew they'd show up in anything low cut she wore for a while... like her uniform. He stalked back over to the couch, keeping his grip in her hair and pull her along with him. Turning he settled down and drew her up his body. "I just wanted to see your face." His hands stroked down her body against to lift her up onto him once more. This time he didn't wait for her, shifting himself he pulled her down hard onto his body. "Though, soon we're going to have to start again." He growled into her, reaching down to bite her shoulder as he wrapped his thick arms around her waist and begin thrusting up into her hard and face. One had squeezing a round ass check, the other keeping her hair pulled back and tight.
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