.."Chapter 9--OvipositorDespite going to bed super-late following last night's drunken sex spree, I awake at the crack of dawn on a Saturday--somethin... I never do because I love sleeping in on weekends. And why did I wake up earlier than I want to? From the bulging inside my uterus, of course.I try falling back asleep, but the large worm keeps slithering around in my womb. And, as the sleepiness wears off, the arousal begins to build until the horniness becomes so unbearable that I'm forced to. And it was making me so. fucking. hot. My hand was in my white silk panties as I watched my boyfriend with my best friend. I felt the light blond peach fuzz around my slit dampen as my fingertips searched for my swollen nub. Miles had hold of Sybil’s hair now and was fucking her pretty face. Ha, if the girls at school could see the queen bee now, I thought, dipping a finger into my cunt. I used both hands, one to rub my clit and the other to finger fuck myself, feeling no reservations despite. Her fingers softly caress his testicles as her head begins to bob up and down. Then she slides her hands under his buttocks and encourages his strokes into her throat. She increases the tempo then feels his penis begin to throb and knows that he is ready.Suddenly, he attempts to withdraw but she uses all her strength to keep his penis in her mouth. When sperm floods into her waiting mouth she swallows greedily while moaning sexily. After he becomes flaccid she removes his wonderful organ and. . .masturbating, she realized with horror. Fuck, she thought vehemently. She’d hated those doors since the day they were installed, complaining to Robert, her ex, before they even came out of the box. ‘What happens if James blunders in while I’m in the shower?’ she’d fretted, pointedly, as it turned out, though now it appeared more ambush than blunder. Needing to concentrate on this more immediate problem, however, Ellen pushed thoughts of the incident aside. James, and his little.