I may abhor the thought of fucking my own brother but I was so frustrated and horny from my constant humiliation that I wanted him now. If I was going...to get fucked today, he was the only one available at the moment, so I wanted it.Once he was naked, He climbed up on the bed and put his head between my legs. Then I felt his fingers in me and the next thing I felt was his lips kissing my cunt lips. I heard and felt him moan as he kissed all around down there. Then I felt his tongue enter my. My first prodding attempts at exploring her met with failure, but it was a different sort of failure than I was used to. Normally, if a person is resistant to my gift, I get a sensation akin to hearing static from a radio. In either case, the subject does not realize what has happened; not the first time at least. As I had learned in my earliest attempts, once exposed to its effects long term, the subject would recognize an attempt to reestablish control. With her, though, it was like hitting a. But I do get some good loving at least once a week. And since I vary my times and walking places I often get acquainted with some new pussy. I love new pussy. Oh, any pussy is good, but the new stuff makes life so exciting. When I'm walking I always hang low and with a semi-hard. My cock is always there for the other walkers and runners to see. I don't care. Nothing illegal about having a hard on is there? And I am proud to display what nature has give to me. Others have agreed, it's a pleasure. I jump, dropping my magazine to the floor. "Mr Dawson! What... What are you doing here? At this time?" What does that matter, Stephanie? What matters is what I have just witnessed you doing! You know that... Material is not allowed in my school! You're a whore, Stephanie!" Mr Dawson-" I'll be writing to your parents about this, Stephanie. Do you think your father will be proud to hear that you've been looking at naked women?!" he asks, walking over towards me. He grabbs my knee and throws it to.