The wash of orgasm was approaching.It’s too soon.In near panic, Stephan instantly sat on the end of the bed, waiting for the impending orgasm to sub...ide. Once it did, he donned a bra, a yellow day dress, white ankle socks with frills, and matching yellow pumps. He found Rosie’s nail polishes and painted his fingernails pink. As he was doing so, Stephan felt his pisshole pushing out a fresh flow of clear sticky fluid.My pussy’s getting wet.He walked over to the vanity mirror and covered his full. And win big. I live in Massachusetts, where a black man is the democratically elected Governor. And he’s been doing a damn good job. No one can deny this. He’s doing a much better job than the republican Mormon who preceded him. And people love him. I’ve always been talented when it comes to reading people and situations. I also know how to pick up winners. I knew the future black president would defeat the would-be first female president for the democratic nomination. Why? He’s smart. She’s. Whose she gonna believe: her well mannered Teresa, or her goth wannabe Jenn who hangs out with the wrong crowd" (the part about Teresa's guy friend's wasn't true. In fact, Jenn was a virgin. WAS, until now that is) "I--I can't believe I'm being raped...by my own sister." Teresa smiled. "I tried to do it the nice way, baby sister, but now we're doing this the fun way, and you're gonna regret not cumming quietly"Chapter 2Teresa slapped Jenn several times across the face. Hard. Jenn started. I have never had a cock as big or thick as that before. The feel of it all. It made me realise that, what was put in me the other week was not a cock, it was a dildo. Who it was made no sense? I was blindfolded. I couldn’t really remember how I became blindfolded. It was a bit of a blur. All I remember seeing, before the young teenage boy opening the door to see me naked, was a brief glimpse of someone in a gimp mask. The pleasure, shock, and intensity of it all. I never really thought back.