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Meanwhile, before me the tableaux continues. Now, Bella’s angled the vibrator so that the tip points at her creamy hole, and as I watch, she slowly eases the thick black length in. Her pussy pulses and almost glows in the moonlight, streaming with female essence. But it accepts that hard rod, swallowing the plastic as if hungry for the penetration.

“Mmm,” she moans again, her hand working her breast as her twat takes the toy deep. “Yessss.”

“Oh fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Thankfully, the girl doesn’t hear me because she’s so far gone in her own delirium. She merely twists and suddenly, her back arches as her thighs tense.

“Oh god!” she screams, throwing her head up and letting out a wail. “Marcus! Mmm, Mr. Randall!”

Holy fuck, did she just call my name while coming? But it’s true because she lets out another full-throated scream, and I watch with wonder as her pussy pulses around the vibrator, almost pushing it out in its ecstasy. That’s right, Bella, I think. Make yourself feel good. You’re doing a great job, baby girl. You look so beautiful when you touch yourself.

Meanwhile, I lose control too. Gripping the door frame with one hand while my other strokes my cock, I erupt heavily, hot fluids pulsing into my palm before running over my wrist and dripping onto the floor. Oh shit. I bend over, trying to catch my breath as Bella continues to pound herself before me, her pussy swallowing up the makeshift dick.

Slowly though, we emerge from our orgasms. My houseguest flips over onto her back and stares at the ceiling before smiling dreamily to herself. Then, she pops the toy out of her pussy, looks at it for a minute, before bringing it to her mouth and licking off those gooey fluids.

Oh shit, oh shit. When did Bella get so naughty? Clearly, I was way off when I pictured her as a child because this isn’t rainbows, teddy bears, and hearts. This is sheer female carnality, and as I watch, she gently teases the tip of the vibrator with her tongue while smiling to herself, as if teasing a real man.

But I have to go because she’s no longer in the throes of orgasm and could see me at any time. Slowly, I back away from the door, my palm still wet with warm seed. I pull my pants up and creep down the hallway to return to my bedroom before shutting the door and locking it.

Then I sit on my mattress, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. Did I just see my daughter’s beautiful best friend pleasure herself while shrieking my name? Did Bella really just push a toy deep into her secret space before pulling it out and licking it clean, smiling naughtily the entire time?

I flop back on the mattress, thick spunk still coating my thighs and lower abs. Holy shit, that really did happen … and tomorrow will be the perfect time to confront the curvy girl about it.

3

Bella

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Light peeks through the blinds. It’s comfortable here in the Randalls’ guest bedroom with its lacy white curtains, comfortable four poster bed, and gleaming hardwood floors. I yawn and stretch as I fully wake, smiling with satisfaction to myself.

After all, last night was wonderful, and it’s not just because Faith and I had a lot of fun trying out new make-up looks. No, I’m remembering the scandalous masturbation session I had in the middle of the night. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that in this house, and it felt so naughty because Mr. Randall’s bedroom is just down the hallway! But I shake my head. At least he wasn’t home because I’m not that daring. Fortunately, the handsome pilot was traveling for work, which is the only reason why I even did what I did.

I smile to myself. Marcus Randall is the most gorgeous guy in Medina, and I’ve known him for ages. Faith and I met the first day of high school, and we hit it off because of our zany senses of humor and love for hair and make-up. Since then, we’ve been inseparable. I’ve been to her house numerous times, and she’s been to my house just as many in return. We’re almost like sisters.

But our parents are completely different. Whereas my parents, Jonathan and Zara, are your typical chubby middle-aged suburbanites, Faith’s dad is nothing of the sort. For one, Marcus is divorced. He and Faith’s mom separated ages ago, and Faith barely even remembers her mother at this point. But another big difference is that Marcus Randall is H-O-T with a capital “H.” He’s got black hair, blue eyes, and a build that rivals a gladiator. I know, because I steal looks at him during summer pool parties when I know I shouldn’t be. He’s tanned and toned, with a six pack that makes all the ladies titter and giggle. Plus, he has his pick of the women in Medina, although as far as I know, Marcus doesn’t really date among the local set.


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