Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2017 12:00:59 -0400 From: Olivia Palmer Subject: Geek Girlfriend 4 (tg, gF, ped, MILF, hirs, exhib) Geek Girlfriend 4 by Olivia Palmer (tg, gF, ped, MILF, hirs, exhib) --- _Please_Donate_To_Nifty_ This amazing site provides us all with incredible erotica! I've been an avid reader for many years, and I can't imagine the thought of it going away... If you care about the erotica of alternative, non-traditional, non-patriarchal sexuality, then please please please help keep Nifty going!!! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- This story is a work of fiction and does not purport to depict any real people, places, or situations. It is entirely fantasy and should be treated as such. This story describes explicit sexual acts between living entities of various ages and sexual persuasions. If this type of content offends you or if you are not of legal age to view adult content, then do not read it. Do not repost or redistribute without prior written permission of the author. One copy may be saved for private use, insofar as that use does not extend to personal or financial gain by use of the author's work without consent. Copyright 2017 by Olivia Palmer, all rights reserved. Please email the author with comments or questions (or story suggestions!): olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com --- The house was on the other side of town, in the new part, out on the edge where huge homes sprawled across perfectly-maintained lawns in gated communities. Macie's sister lived somewhere among that luxury, and I'd been dragged along as chauffeur to pay her a visit. It was a long way on a scooter, so no wonder that girl had worked so hard convincing me to drive her out there! Not that I minded her effort, of course. What I'd minded was the cleanup afterward. It had taken half the day to get my kitchen un-wrecked. That wasn't nearly as awful as the call to Frances, as I stood naked and reeking in the middle of our nasty mess, asking for the day. I had to beg her to send a TA down to the seminar room with a little sign that my classes had been canceled. "Hmph!" she'd breathed into the phone. "Your new girlfriend, I presume?" What could I do? She'd seen us together already, of course, and my department chair was anything but stupid. Nevertheless, a man does have his pride – sometimes, especially when confronted by bitchy superiors. "Frances," I sighed, "you're not allowed to ask questions like that." "Don't lecture me, young man," she snapped. "YOU'RE not allowed to associate publicly with students. And I use BOTH of those terms LOOSELY!" Then she hung up. So I carefully washed and dried my hands, then grabbed my phone. I sent a group email and tweet to all my students, just in case: "Allbright's classes canceled for today. Sorry for the inconvenience. Makeup classes TBA." And of course one of the frat boys tweeted back to the group immediately: "Hangovers are such a bitch! ROFL". Oh, the joys, those college boys. * * * I picked up Macie after her class that afternoon, and before long we rolled up to a gate in my Jeep. Macie chirped out the code for me to punch. A few minutes later and we were parked in a semi-circular drive at the end of a three hundred yards-long private road, lined with pear trees and gardenia hedges, in front of a house that mine could literally fit inside four or five times over. The double front doors were wide enough for me to drive my Jeep through with five feet to spare. You could probably see the damn place from orbit. "Wow," I muttered. "Does it have its own zip code?" Macie snorted and climbed out. "Yeah, dude. I think they call it over-compensating." She wore a long silky multi-colored hippie skirt, in a kind of quilt design, that came down to the tops of her long pretty feet in light brown strappy sandals. Her peasant top was exactly loose enough to fall off one shoulder in the sexiest way, but tight enough at her waist to make it deliciously blouse out around her braless, stiff-nippled breasts. The top was a dark mustard yellow, with ornate green threading in a cute pattern across the bodice, accenting the dark green ribbons that kept it barely tied together on her chest. Her hair was once again in a ponytail, and her eyelids and lips were the same plum perfection as her fingernails and toes. All her jewelry had the same plum accents, set in silver: the ring in the left side of her lower lip, another two in her left eyebrow, and then a ring in her left nostril and in her septum, too. All splashed with vibrant dots of thick purplish paint. Her earlobes were once again, as they'd been at the club, stretched out around silver disks nearly an inch in diameter, inlaid with amethyst. I wanted to kiss her right then and there. Deeply. Sloppily. I wanted to strip her. I wanted to lick her sweet little hairless balls and suck that tiny cocklet and then fuck her in broad daylight on the hood of my Jeep, and I wanted people to come out of the house and watch. That girl made me crazy. I knew I was falling for her hard, and I didn't care one single bit. She led me up the steps to the deep front porch of the mansion. Her ass ticked back and forth in front of me, barely evident beneath the loose skirt, but just round enough and big enough to notice. I wondered if she'd put her red boy briefs back on after her shower that morning or if she'd found new ones. I wondered if she'd want to finger me again. Soon. I'd never taken that shit. I'd been farting all day, holding it. Letting it harden and build more mass. Hoping against hope. It had been years since I'd played that way, gone that far, but the night before, in my bathtub... that morning, in my kitchen... I began to understand. Macie had very few limits, if any. Just like she'd promised. And that made Jack a happy boy. Swallowing hard and trying not to turn plum-colored, myself, I stopped beside her at the immense double doors and waited for someone to answer the bell. The door on the left swung slowly open and a little face peered out. Framed by blonde, soft curls, she was perhaps the prettiest little girl I'd ever seen. "Macie!" the child squealed, leaning into the door and shoving herself outside and into my lover's skirt. She flung her arms around Macie's hips and buried her face against her crotch, nuzzling and continuing to squeak and squeal, squeezing hard and, finally, breathing deeply through her nose. She was like a dog, connecting to Macie by scent. Macie laughed and patted the little girl's head affectionately, smoothing her golden curls and allowing the child to have her way. "Well," Macie declared, a smile in her voice. "Hello there, little bit!" The girl suddenly let go and stepped back, grasping at Macie's hands and pulling her toward the open door. She had yet to notice me at all. "Mommy!" she called. "Mommy, guess what guess what?! Aunt Macie's here!!" The child wore tight light blue panties over a loose white tank top. The top pooched open to expose her chest no matter how she stood or what she did. One strap, sometimes both, fell off her shoulders, revealing a flat chest with two tiny mounds of babyfat sitting just beneath pudgy, pale pink nipples, as soft as could be. Her little butt was round and rather big for her age, pushing out nicely atop her bare skinny legs. The light blue panties were nothing special, just little girl panties, but her ass was so round and her crack so deep, the panties stayed half-stuck between her cheeks the whole time she cavorted in front of us, causing her puffy, undeveloped little pussy to pooch out hard against the tight fabric in the front, splitting her open in a wicked, wonderful way. She pulled Macie slowly through the massive foyer and front parlor, through a massive and extremely well-appointed kitchen, until eventually we were in a sun room in the back, looking at a sparkling swimming pool through a glass wall. A long, shapely woman lay in a very thin, small, white bikini on a lounge chair, her arms flung above her head. She smiled up at us as we approached. Her hair was golden-brown and heaped in a messy bun at the top of her head. A finely-wrought gold chain fell from her neck to the space between her small round breasts. In place of a pendant at the end hung a small ornate gold key, resting atop her sweat-sheened, freckled chest. There were gold bracelets on her wrists and gold anklets just above her feet. Gold rings wrapped around several long toes on each of her tanned, beautiful feet. "Well now, Macie," the woman grinned. "Who is this?" My girlfriend blushed and ducked her head a little, running her hand through the child's curls again as she'd stopped and flung herself, once more, face-first into Macie's crotch. I watched, fascinated, as my ultra-confident, slightly crazy new lover seemed at a loss for words. "I'm Jack," I said, stepping forward and raising my hand slightly in a half-wave kind of way. "Nice to meet you." The woman sat up and swung her long legs around, resting her feet flat and at least a foot apart on the marble tile, straightening her back. Her small round breasts proudly thrust out toward me, her nipples fat and pierced by one thick ring each, clear and easy to see pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini. Her neck was long and slender, her collarbones well-defined, leading the eyes to shoulders and arms that were muscular in the most feminine, sexy way. Her belly was flat but not hard. Her ribs were evident, but only just. Her navel was pierced with a tiny gold ring that held a smaller, thinner gold ring, set with what looked like a diamond. Her pussy lips were shaved and fat, pushing out lewdly against the thin white material covering her crotch, and she was obviously pierced down there as well. Her knees lolled out to the sides as she let me look, grinning up at me and extending her hand, waiting for me to take it. Fuck, did I ever want to take it! But not wanting to piss Macie off, of course, made me play it cool. Sort of. Really, what I did was just take even more time staring at her sister's flawless body, enjoying the warm rush of blood that slowly began to fatten up my eager cock. Finally, I stepped all the way forward and we shook. Her hand was warm and firm. She pulled me a little toward her and squeezed harder, using me as leverage to stand. But not before taking a long, careful look at my crotch, level with her face, and glancing over at Macie to wink and grin. I did my best to stand straight and look handsome, friendly, and fuckable. I smiled back at her, I am sure, like a perfectly horny idiot. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jack," she purred, putting both hands on my chest and leaning in to kiss me lightly on the lips. She smelled of suntan lotion and musky female heat, a bead of sweat running off the tip of her nose and onto my own as she slowly kissed me, lips hovering, lingering. Then she stepped back and turned to Macie, pulling her into a tight embrace. The little girl was squeezed between them, causing her to squeal with delight and nuzzle into Macie even more. As they hugged, they whispered to one another, about me I was sure. The single drop of her sister's sweat slowly ran down around my right nostril and onto my upper lip. I licked at it, tasted it. Adjusted my cock in my pants. I was half-hard, and I'm sure it was obvious. Didn't mind that at all. "Mommy," came a new voice from behind me. "Who's here?" I turned to see a second, older girl, nearly as tall as Macie, but still young. She wore her dark blonde hair in a ponytail and had on a blue-green tartan skirt that stopped just below mid-thigh. Long white socks were pulled up over her knees, almost level with the bottom of the skirt. Only a thin sliver of pale skin was visible on her thighs. Her skirt was matched to a dark blue vest atop a tight white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A thin dark green tie hung between the flaps of the unbuttoned vest, between no breasts to speak of at all. She was utterly flat-chested. Her face, however, could not have been more pretty. She practically glowed – a perfect miniature of her mother, an older, sexier version of her little sister – and I found myself staring hard and unable to look away. She held a dark blue blazer in one hand and a school satchel in the other. She was perfect, from the tip of her slightly upturned nose all the way down to the toes her soft black Mary Janes. Tossing the blazer onto a nearby lounge chair and dropping her satchel beside it, the girl skipped over swiftly to join in the family hug, burying her face against my girlfriend's chest. "Hi, Macie!" I heard her say, muffled against the peasant top and her aunt's braless left tit. Approaching behind her came a tall, quiet woman with short black hair cut like a man's, wearing a chauffeur's suit and cap. She seemed vaguely Latina, maybe Italian or Greek, even. Her skin was dusky, olive-toned, and her eyes were dark and hooded. She carried a set of keys in one hand and a thick white towel in the other. "Madame, sir," the chauffeur rumbled, bowing her head slightly to Macie and me as she approached. She handed the towel to Macie's sister and then stood to one side expectantly, obviously awaiting orders. In the brighter light I saw the slight dusting of a mustache above her lips. There was even the hint of a shadow of beard along her jawline. The four females eventually disentangled and turned to face me, with Macie held captive on either side by her nieces, and her sister once again approaching me with a smile. "Mr. Jack," she began, "let me introduce my daughters." She pointed to the littlest, "This is Gretchen." The child held up her free hand and waved, beaming. "I'm almost five years old!" she called out, giggling. "And this is Cassie," she continued, pointing at the elder of the two. "She's just turned twelve and is in sixth grade. At Saint Raphael's Girls' Academy, of course. Still part of the day school. For now." Cassie released Macie and quickly ran into her mother's open arms. They hugged tightly for a while, and it seemed as if Cassie was grinding her crotch, just a little, against her mother's long bare thigh, which had slipped ever so slightly up between her daughter's legs, pushing against the front of the skirt. Cassie finally leaned back and beamed up at her mother, who smoothed her dark blonde hair and then kissed her forehead. "Next year, though," she went on. "Next year we'll be ready to board there, won't we?" "Oh I hope so, Mommy!" Cassie chirped, giving her mother one last squeeze and then skipping over to retrieve her blazer and bag. "I finished my homework in the Hummer, so can I change and go swimming?" "Of course!" her mother nodded, shooing her daughter out of the sun room. "Make sure you put on your new suit, too, so you can show it off to your niece and her nice new friend." At that point both daughters looked me over for the first time. Cassie, heading back toward the kitchen and a narrow staircase I hadn't noticed before, paused and settled her gaze on my bulging crotch. She bit her lower lip, then raised her eyes to meet mine. My chest seemed to instantly tighten, and a large, hot throb rose into my throat. That child knew what she was doing. Then she broke the stare, turned her back, and disappeared up the steps. Her little sister, meanwhile, had approached. "You're like... a man, aren't you?" Gretchen chirped, smiling up at me and stretching, pulling her hands behind her back, making her tank top straps fall off and completely exposing her chest down to her belly button. Light blonde hairs encircled her immature nipples and trailed down the center of her slightly-pudgy belly, like the down on a baby's butt. I nodded and smiled back. Trying not to stare. Failing. The little girl glanced quickly over at Macie, then back to me. "Do you kiss Macie?" she mock-whispered, stepping up so close to me that she bumped my shoes with her toes. "On her pee-pee?" Fuck! I suddenly knew what getting struck by lightning felt like. And you know what? It all goes straight to your dick. I was diamond-hard in an instant. The angle hurt me a little, but I didn't dare try to adjust. I just stood there. Fucking dying. And dying to fuck. Then she giggled and ran to hide behind the chauffeur, who stood tall, stiff, and still, letting the child grab her around the thighs and bury her face up against her black-trousered ass. "Gretchen!" her mother gasped, then laughed, shaking her head. Turning to the chauffeur, she said, "Take her upstairs with you please, Lisa. Change into your own suit and come down and swim with the girls while the three of us talk. We'll worry about dinner later." Lisa nodded and slowly followed after Gretchen, who'd instantly bolted for the back steps with a whoop. "Yay!" she shrieked with glee, "Lisa's goin' swimmin'... Lisa's goin' swimmin'...." she sang, her voice eventually fading as she climbed. Macie seemed to snap out of it then, returning to her normal self once the nieces weren't around. "Jesus Fucking Christ," she burst, flinging her arms into the air and cocking her head to one side. Made her ponytail flip in the most dangerous, seductive way. Her eyes glinted behind the blocky frames of her glasses, and the color rose in her chest and throat. I realized I'd never seen Macie embarrassed before. I liked it. A lot. "On my 'pee-pee'?" she ranted, stalking toward her sister. "Really??" Her sister just laughed some more and wandered over to the wet bar against the far end of the room, where the glass wall met the rest of the house. She bent over to get something out of the short fridge, and I was greeted with the sight of her delicious round ass split by one thin span of white fabric, a thong buried nice and deep between her cheeks. Her dark sweaty anus winked at me from around either side of the strip as she took her time digging out a couple of Diet Cokes, a small bottle of lime juice, and a chilled bottle of dark Puerto Rican rum. Macie came and took me by the arm and led me even closer, grinning up at me and settling us on a couple of bar stools. Her hand lightly squeezed the front of my jeans around my cramped, rigid cock as we watched her sister mix us each a Cuba Libre. It was then that I realized her drama was just for show. Her nieces – and her sister, apparently – were acting in a completely normal way. For them. What was I getting myself into? "I'm Mia, by the way," Macie's sister said, finishing off our drinks with a little garnish of squeezed sliced lime and raising her own glass in a toast. We clinked and sipped. Delicious! "You're the first boyfriend Macie's brought to meet me," she continued, grinning at me wickedly. Then she cocked her head at her sister, mirroring Macie's exact, intense look. "Or, maybe," she murmured, her eyes flitting over to my face, then back, "you've brought him to share...?" Macie snorted and spluttered around her mouthful of cocktail. As she pulled the glass away a few drops of rum and coke were running down her chin, under it, and down her neck to disappear into her loose blouse. She ran the back of her hand across her mouth and coughed. Then she laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Mia, he's all yours." Then she took another swig and glared at her sister, and this time it seemed real. Mia ignored her and turned back to me, taking a long pull on her own cocktail, then smiling at me and batting her lashes. "Macie's a bit of a handful, isn't she?" I shrugged and smiled. "My hands like it, though," I played back. Mia clucked her tongue in approval and grinned over at her sister, who was still fuming and blushing delightfully. She'd utterly drained her glass. "Refill, please!" she barked. She comped on ice and glared off into the distance, at the glittering surface of the pool. Then, grinning despite herself, Macie muttered, "Assholes...." I downed my glass quickly and offered it as well. As Mia went to work on mixing us fresh libations, I took time to truly study her face. She was not much younger than me, probably in her mid-thirties, and she was of course in amazingly good shape. The lines around her eyes were subtle and soft, and her mouth didn't have any kind of settled-in, used-up hardness to it at all. You saw that in a lot of women by their mid-thirties, the way their mouths would set when they weren't thinking about it, when they were concentrating on unimportant things. It was a pursing of the lips, a drawing back and down at the corners, a kind of pucker of sadness or regret or repression that could tell you a whole lot about a woman, if she'd only let down her guard long enough for you to see it. Mia's mouth was beautifully relaxed, her lips soft and moist and smiling, even at rest. I found myself wondering what they'd feel like wrapped around my dick. Breathing against my asshole. Macie snorted and elbowed me in the ribs just as Mia slid our freshly-filled glasses back to us. I glanced over at her and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She, however, just rolled her eyes and drank some more, blushing as fiercely as ever, running her free hand inside her blouse and out of sight, lightly fingering her nipple. Just then Gretchen burst back into the sun room, screeching and running toward us, her hands high above her head holding a towel. She was completely naked and pink with excitement. Turning as she got to the bar, she slid open the glass door next to us, immediately dropped the towel, and charged onto the cool deck. With a fresh whoop and a surprisingly large splash, the nude little girl leaped into the water. "Gretchen, slow down!" came Lisa's exasperated, low voice. She padded quickly up to us from across the room, her own towel in her hand, glancing apologetically at her boss. Mia just chuckled and kept her eyes on Gretchen, who was by then splashing happily in the shallow end, bounding up and down on her toes, her chin just above the waterline. Lisa was a sight. She was dusky all over, her olive complexion making her skin appear smooth and silky. She wore a tiny red string bikini, and with so much skin showing that her hands and feet looked even longer and stronger than they had when she'd been clothed. Dark hair sprouted from under her arms and between her breasts. A thin, dark trail ran south from her chest and spread out over her abdomen, becoming a mat of soft black hair from her belly-button down, disappearing into the top of her little red bottoms and then re-emerging in thick curly tufts on either side of her crotch. Black fine hair continued down the inside of her thighs, and from her knees down she was covered in dark thin curls. Even the tops of her feet were brushed with a fine tuft of dark hair. As she passed us she paused, bending to retrieve her little charge's dropped towel. Her red bikini bottom was pulled up hard into her ass, splitting her narrow cheeks nicely. Black curls snuck out from around the fabric deep up in her crack, and I could only imagine how musky and wild her hairy asshole must be. "Lisa," Macie gasped. "Look at you, girl!" She slapped her hand on the bar and made our glasses tinkle. "You're a fucking goddess!" Lisa picked up the towel and straightened, turning only slightly and not quite meeting Macie's eyes. "Thank you," she muttered, blushing. Then she stepped through the sliding glass door and around to the other side of the pool. She quickly re-folded the towels and set them down, side by side, on a lounge chair. Then she gingerly stepped into the pool. Gretchen sloshed over to her immediately and ripped off her top. "Nakey!" she screamed, throwing the top onto the cool deck. "Be nakey like me!" Dutifully, Lisa bent low in the water and straightened back up, raising her red bottoms and flinging them to the side as well. Her breasts were a little smaller than Macie's and completely covered with thin dark hair. So much so that it was hard to make out her nipples from that distance. Gretchen flung herself into the woman's arms with absolute joy. "Kiss me now!" she cried, kicking her feet back into the water as she reached up clinging to Lisa's shoulders and nuzzling into her furry breasts. Her wet hair tumbled in dark golden ringlets like heavy little ropes down her back. "Kiss me with your tongue!" Lisa put her hands beneath Gretchen's bottom and raised her higher, until the little girl could wrap her legs around the chauffeur's waist and look more or less level into her eyes. Then, helplessly, Lisa sighed and gave in, leaning her face toward the child and opening her mouth, succumbing to what I could only imagine was one of the best feelings possible in this or any universe: french kissing a little girl. "Oh my, how nice," Macie murmured, leaning into me. "Mia, you're letting her do grownup kisses now?" Mia watched along with us, sipping from her drink and nodding. "Yeah, she's ready. She's a little younger than when you or Cassie started, but she was already curious and had been asking to do it for a long time. So, you know...." Mia shrugged. My head spun. What was I hearing? What was happening? Macie nudged me. I broke off staring at the naked kissing in the pool and stared, instead, at my girlfriend. She grinned back at me and pointed at Mia's casual pose, then at Lisa, who was continuing to offer her open mouth to the little girl's excited, probing tongue. "Mia likes to torture people, in case you can't tell." Her sister snorted and kept staring lazily out at the pool. "Shit. Lisa loves every minute of it," she chuckled, finishing off her own drink. "Besides," she continued, "she gets off plenty. Trust me." At that moment Cassie re-entered the sun room, dressed in nothing but an itty-bitty two-piece suit, solid navy blue, with low-rise bottoms and a scoop top with thin tight straps. Her dark blonde hair was up in a messy bun like her mother's, and her long neck ran down to the same collarbones, shoulders, and arms as her mother's, too. Her chest, though nearly flat, did show just a hint of puffy new growth, as if her breasts were only just beginning bloom. Being freshly-turned twelve, it seemed to me that she should have had a little more going on up top already, but perhaps I was naïve. Her hips were narrow and hardly rounded at all, only saved by the fact that her waist was so pinched and skinny that it helped give her more of the illusion of a figure. Really, she was all arms and legs, a true pre-pubescent slender sprite. Her feet and hands were long and lovely, like her mother's and sister's. Even her knobby knees and scrawny, sinewy thighs held some allure, hinting at how seductive they would someday soon be. "Oh, baby!" Macie cheered, waving Cassie toward us and beaming. "Give us a spin! Show it off, girl!" Cassie turned nearly purple with embarrassment and no small measure of excitement as well. She pranced forward elegantly and executed several pirouettes, up high on the balls of her feet. The back of her bottoms were cut deep, almost a thong. As she finished her last spin and staggered a little to regain her balance, I noticed that her ass reminded me a lot of Macie. There was a little bulge I hadn't noticed before. A tiny mound up under there. Tucked away. Hidden. Was I seeing things? My cock, still raging and straining inside my jeans, sure didn't think so! Finally Cassie tiptoed out onto the cool deck and eventually into the water, where she immediately began yelling at her little sister for making out "in public". Gretchen flung herself happily away from Lisa's panting face and swam at her older sister, splashing and screeching. "I'll kiss you, too!" she giggled, "I'll kiss you too!" Cassie easily kept her distance from her amorous, splashy little sister, leading her all around the shallow end of the pool until Gretchen gave up, exhausted, and returned to Lisa's eager arms. And mouth. "Wow, Mia," Macie murmured. "You've upped her dose, haven't you?" Mia nodded, mixing herself a new drink, along with a third for Macie and myself. "Yeah, well, it was time. She started getting hair and her balls were threatening to drop. We didn't want it getting too out of hand before we got serious." My throat went dry and I couldn't get to my new drink fast enough. There I was, sitting next to Macie, and still I was shocked at what I was hearing. Mia went on. "But you remember how it went with you, right? You were twelve, too, when Mother got you started." Macie nodded and sipped her drink, watching me. I stared at the girls in the pool and felt her eyes all over me. Then her hand slid onto my crotch, her fingers traced the line of my tortured, rigid, bent cock trapped inside my pants. Her nails dug lightly against the head, dull scrapes that only made it about ten million times harder, forcing me to stop gulping my drink and hang my head in sweet agony. "Oh, look at him," Mia clucked her tongue again. "Poor thing. Is he hard?" Macie laughed and took a pull on her drink, her fingers still scratching against the fabric stretched so tightly across my straining dick. "Bitch, please," she sneered. "Why else would I keep him around?" I breathed raggedly through my nose and looked up at her then. She winked and smiled. Squeezed my pants. Patted my needy little head. Then she pulled her hand away and stood up. "Why don't you let me introduce you to him properly?" Mia came around the bar and studied my crotch. The throbbing was as obvious as it was excruciating. Our host reached down and trailed her fingers up my length, stopping to press into the tip. Then she raised her fingertips to her mouth and lightly bit them, searching my face, smiling. "That sounds wonderful," she purred. "But first," Mia said, in a voice suddenly as flat and hard as the bar beneath our drinks, "you need to explain a few things." Macie's eyes widened as her sister turned toward her. Mia picked her phone up off the bar and spent a few seconds tapping and swiping before raising it up for her younger sister's inspection. "Like this..." she said. I leaned over to get a look. And a little tiny heart attack. It was Macie. And me. The back of my head and shoulders, in front of Macie's crotch, her skirt yanked up above her waist, her panties pulled aside. My mouth around her cocklet and balls. Her mouth open, her head thrown back, one hand clutching at my hair, the other pushing up her top and squeezing a small tit, hard. "And this... and this... and... this..." Mia said, almost robotically, matter-of-fact, as she swiped through a variety of shots from many different angles, all of me with my face buried in my girlfriend's crotch. Then she got to a video. It was a jumbled, shaky mess, full of screeching coeds and piles of people. But, there in the center of it all, was a man on his knees, joyfully sucking a girl's perfect little cock. "Oh my God," I muttered, unable to look away. Macie was so sexy! In the video she was hunching her crotch out toward my face, fucking my mouth, driving my head onto her cocklet with her strong, long hand. My palms fluttered against her thighs, my eyes closed. I was lost in the moment, in some sort of perverted, wonderful sex-heaven. But then it hit me. Yeah. I was lost all right. As in: done. Fired. Career Ended. News at 11: Professor Sucks Off Tranny Girlfriend in Public. Images NSFW. "Oh shit," Macie whispered, tears in her eyes, shaking her head slowly back and forth. "Oh fuck. No, no...." Mia swiped to another video, from another angle, then to a third of Macie puking all over me, taken at close range from above and beside. One of the fucking stoner goth girls, no doubt. I could hear one of them encouraging her to puke even more, as all three chuckled wickedly and filled the screen with smoke above our heads. "Jesus..." Macie breathed, reaching out to lightly touch my arm, "Jack... I'm so sorry...." The giggling and splashing from the pool had stopped. There were no more happy little girl voices. No more drinks. No more bar. No more ground beneath my feet. I went down. And just like that, I was out. --- Hope you liked it! Please email the author with comments or questions (or story suggestions!): olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com Copyright 2017 by Olivia Palmer, all rights reserved. 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