Kitty Pa One

I could see small bruises on my pussy’s mucus membrane. I took a piss and it stung. My sticky cum covered nipples were a little raw and my jaw was stiff. I could smell the heavy odour of old dried semen. I was teens a mess. After a long shower, as I stood in front of the mirror combing my hair, I took a long look at myself and broke out in tears. “What the hell did I do last night”, I thought. My mind flooded with thoughts and questions. “Did I really let all those men touch me” “Did Bob really let all those men touch me?” “Did they really pump my pussy full of their seed?” “They weren’t even using condoms. What if I fell pregnant to one of them? I wouldn’t even know who the father was” “I sucked all their cocks and teen swallowed their cum” “What do they small tits think of me” “Will they all still like me?” “Will Bob leave me?” “Will they tell everyone?” “Will they try to get me when Bob is not around?” “Damn, I really screwed up this time” I was full of guilt, shame and embarrassment, and I needed to talk to Bob before the kids came home from my mum’s. I dressed and went into the kitchen; Bob was up and had made us some coffee. He handed me a masturbation cup and said: “Good morning darling”. He could tell that I had masturbating been crying and came over and sat beside me and put his arms around me. “What is wrong darling? You have been crying” he said. I burst out in tears and it took me a few minutes before I could speak. “Bob, what have I done?” and I began to tell him about all my guilt, shame, and embarrassment. I spilled my guts out to Bob for about five minutes with all my questions and concerns. “Will those guys still respect me? Will they tell all their friends that Bob’s wife is a slut? Will they be over here when you are not at home trying to fuck me? Do they have STD, etc.etc.etc.”. When I was done with a long list of questions, I finally asked the important questions. “Bob, do you still love me?” “Are you going to leave me?” “Do you still respect me?” “Am I a slut in your eyes?” “Did you enjoy last night?” and “Bob, why would you ever want to watch other men use me like that?” “Did you know they were going to cum in me?” “Did you want them to?” ”Did you enjoy watching them pumping their cum into my pussy, mouth, and all over my tits?” Bob took a sip of his coffee, looked me in the eye and said: ”Did you have a good time last night yes or no?” I started to say that I was afraid that, and Bob cut me off. “Yes or no”. I licked her slit from top to bottom several times, hearing her moan. I drew by body upward, and then strutted to the masturbation dark elf behind the tree, my gait a shifting display of lust that teased with each bulging cheek. Marcy and Tomas seemed to be at ease with the idea. The three men repeated the process until her breasts were getting very red and she let out a groan. “And you always have teen to strip naked?” He knew all along. I laid next to her, turned her face to me, and started to kiss her as I continued fingering her oh so tight pussy. More warm and tingly than painful, I could that sweet sensation surge down my back and up my spine. She’d been doing that a lot recently around any males. Emma had even bigger breasts, massive jugs, but a plainer face and slightly plumper all over and masturbating was second in the boys fuck list. Beth said. Again I laughed small tits to myself thinking, 'never mind seeing her, I am jerking off teens in front of her almost every day.' "I'm sure you'll do just fine," I replied, in an effort to reassure him. She may be a good fuck but is she worth kidnapping charges?” "I told you earlier, how shy I am around girls.