Choking with pleasure, he only now realized that he was holding a book with both hands! He just physically could not touch himself!

Jason made a sound like a choked wheeze. Fingers convulsively clung to the book. He resisted the desire to raise her and look at his own member. At the same time, the boy felt his scrotum go upwards, contradicting the laws of physics, and then he began to writhe in pleasure, feeling how it was gently squeezed and tickled. He experienced wild fear, which mingled with an avalanche of increasing enjoyment, much more intense and exciting than when he masturbated himself.

The boy opened his mouth. But he could not push out a single meaningful sound. His mind simply burst in an attempt to find a rational explanation for what was happening. Jason flinched all over, hearing the voice.

...Just enjoy! - rustling in his ear

The voice became hotter and hoarse in his ethereal intonation. He sounded seductive and charming, forcing fear to recede.

Jason began to rustle the pages, delving deeper and deeper, almost not perceiving the shameless, even ugly pictures that flashed before his eyes. The images struck the wild mud of perverted fantasy, his consciousness stratified, writhing from shame and disgust on the one hand, and enjoying, feeling unreasonable crazy joy on the other. Everything that happened was wrong, unnatural, but it was so sweet that the protest was drowning in rapidly growing pleasure.

Invisible fingers wrapped a ring around the member began to squeeze harder, tugging almost cruelly, causing the boy's body to writhe on the bed, meaninglessly moving his legs. At the same time, his poor brain was driving all the new photographs of Heather completely impossible and absolutely shameless, on which she, too, behaved to the peak by tormenting her own flesh with her fingers, from which transparent viscous drops dropped.

Jason is completely lost in this ocean of pure lust. He felt the scrotum crumple and squeeze, fingers wrapped around her at the base and pulled the resulting bag down. This unexpectedly drew off the final, making the pleasure unusually sharp raising it to a new level. His moans became completely meaningless, his breath was ragged, there was foam on his lips, his eyes rolled up, shining with squirrels. He did not see the photograph anymore, his own pleasure became too strong.

Jason still forced himself to see what to see how Heather, with a twisted innocent and at the same time terrifyingly lustful face, writhed in the throes of orgasm, splashing liquid on his legs, biting his lips to blood. He was delighted with these photos, but subconsciously waited for something more. The last frame imprinted in his brain showed Heather's head thrown back, in whose eyes there was not anything human left, the girl’s mouth was skewed. However, most of all he was struck by a thick stream of golden moisture, elastically firing up between the swollen lips of the genital lips.

At the same moment before his eyes went colored circles. Jason's body threw up, on trembling bent legs, the lower abdomen twitched, the muscles of the buttocks numb from the strain.

- Oooooh! - shouted the boy incoherently.

His cock huddled in invisible fingers and began to eject thick, thick streams of sperm. The hot seed splashed onto his belly, flew up into the air in an arc, and poured over his chest.Elastic shots of thick liquid were replaced by short frequent splashes of streams and large drops pouring in the pubis and scrotum, sperm viscous flowed through a twitching penis now like a melting candle surrounded by drops of melted wax and frozen smudges. Jason's breathing became hoarse and deep, the book flew off to the side. Fingers dug into the blanket, crumpling and tugging him from side to side. The orgasm continued to throb, piercing with sweet paroxysms, despite the fact that the flow of sperm had dried up. A long, relieved sigh broke from his parched lips, and his body collapsed into bed, relaxing.

Jason sat up, suddenly shy of his nudity and sticky puddles covering his belly and chest. He looked around and immediately stumbled upon a towel. The boy began to wash the seed with nervous movements while looking at an open book, lying upside down on the cover on the edge of the bed.

...Did you like it, huh?

Jason flinched. Now he had mixed feelings. A stunning sense of guilt prevailed that always enveloped the boy after onanism. Now it became even stronger from the fact that he did it looking at Heather, Jason considered himself a disgusting pervert.

She would never have photographed so. They just make me think that this is Heather, and she could.

- How ... to-how ... where are these f-photos from you? - He muttered.

The voice was silent ...

For some reason, one episode came to mind ... Heather approached him during the break, spoke so gently with a gasp, that her heart sank sweetly. She smiled as something especially, bringing Jason to a feverish state, and then her face became angry, and she went away to her girlfriends and they laughed merrily while looking at his red face, embarrassed.

The boy looked down at the book, and a smug smile blossomed on his face. He found a great excuse for himself.

- ... So she needs.

He dried off as he could and got out of bed. He dressed quickly, still glancing at the book. He eerily wanted to take her with him. As he leaned behind her, a cold shout stopped him.

...Leave her!

Jason sighed heavily and reluctantly pushed aside the book in a thick leather binding.

...Come back tomorrow. - the voice again became soft and charming.

- Tomorrow? What for?

...Don't you want anything else?

In the voice there were elusive vibrations, ebb waiting, some dark waves that instantly pierced Jason's spine with an arrow of sweet tremor. The boy turned and headed for the door, feeling regretfully how the euphoria caused by the orgasm dissipated.

Already on the threshold, his voice caught up as a rustling wind: ...think about what will happen if someone does this for you truly!

Chapter 2

Melinda Sovert opened her eyes and looked at the bright sunlight that was seeping into the room through the lowered blinds. She stirred, took a deep breath, and groaned softly, sipping her whole body. Then she rubbed her eyes, which were still dull after waking up. She blinked until they cleared, looking at the sheet that slipped from her miniature body, wearing a nightgown stumbled almost to her waist. Melinda reached out again and glanced across the room at her sister's bed. A grimace of displeasure appeared on the charming angelic little face and she sighed in disappointment when he heard the voice of Heather coming from the first floor, from the living room.

“There's no ten yet, and this stuffed fool is already hanging on the phone,” Melinda muttered in a whisper.

She dropped the sheet and sat down. Glimpsed bare beautiful legs and a corner of pink panties on the crotch, then shirt wave down and fell, almost reaching the floor when the girl stood up. She wondered whether it was possible to get Mom to pull Heather away from the phone for at least a while so that she could safely check her email. The idea was not feasible, the girl remembered that today the environment and mothers are simply not at home. She worked part-time, three days out of seven, so today neither her dad was there.

“We leave Miss Barbie as the main one,” Melinda finished her thought out loud, as if her sister could hear her.

Melinda went to the bathroom, gently stepping on the carpet with her small feet, and closed the door behind her with a crash that reflected the level to a small degree ... Read more →