His eyes opened wide, and his other hand shot forward, lifted my skirt and revealed what he’d been grasping. “What the fuck?” he gasped, his face turning pale, his lips parting, his penis deflating in my hand. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling my smile fade, feeling my heart flutter for a new reason. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Nate yelled, pushing me asian back, sending my tumbling to the floor. I broke my fall with my elbows, and cried out as the pain shot up my arms. Nate hurriedly pulled up his pants, stuffing himself away and staring down at me with disgust written across his face. “I don’t know!” I cried, confused and scared, not knowing what I’d done, “What did I do?” “What did you do?!” Nate roared, his face turning red, “ What did you do?! ” “Tell me what I did!” I cried, feeling tears brimming at my eyes, “Tell me what I did wrong so that I never do it again!” “Do I look like a fucking cock-sucker to you?” Nate snarled at me, his posture threatening, japanese rage edging in his voice, “Do you think I’m some kind of faggot?!” “I don’t know what that is.” I whimpered, cowering below him, giving him my shoulder and curling into a ball. “It’s what you are!” Nate yelled, pointing his finger down at me, “You’re a fucking faggot, you’re a… a fucking freak! You tried to trick me into your gay little… you’re fucking little… FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT SLUT!” Nate kicked me hard in the ribs, folding my body around his foot and causing me to scream in pain. “If you tell anyone in Towerhead about this, I’ll fucking kill you, Diamond.” Nate hissed in my ear as I gasped for air, “I’ll tell everyone you’re a lying, faggot witch, and they’ll believe. We’ll tie you and your whore-sister and her whore-friend to a stake, and we’ll have us a good witch-burning just like the olden days.” Nate stormed away, his stomping feet echoing, and then muting with the slamming of the door. I laid in my fetal ball, trying to gasp away the physical pain as the despair squeezed my chest. Tears burned on my amateur cheeks, pathetic whimpers hissed past my trembling lips, my whole body shuddered with my horrified breaths. I’d never known self-doubt before, but I felt it then. There was something wrong with me; something horribly, irreparably wrong with me. Now I knew why Mom didn’t want me to talk to strangers; it wasn’t them, it was me. Aunt Lucilla had told me I was special, but I didn’t know until that moment that I was a pariah. I had more questions now, but they weren’t born of innocent curiosity, but from sickening reflection. I turned-over every memory I possessed, and watched as each precious moment darkened in the shadow my new realization. I’m a freak. I’m a faggot. Nate’s words solidified, Mom doesn’t want me because she thinks I’m disgusting. Aunt Lucilla is just pretending to want me because she pities me. Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I’m alone, and the only person who ever really cared about me is dead. I looked at the bar, and saw the knife block standing tantalizingly close, its hidden edges concealing the solution to my problem. JULIA I burst from the room, naked with Lucilla running behind. I couldn’t tell what the yelling had been about, I assumed it was between Nate and Arby, but then I’d heard my daughter’s screams, and I’d scorched the bedsheets with my terror. My drunk vision adjusted to the BDSM blurred lighting, and focused to an image of my daughter, knife in one hand, penis in the other, within a heartbeat of doing it. “NO!” I shrieked, propelling fetish myself across the room with my pounding feet, watching in slow-motion as Diamond made her decision, and brought the knife down. I was too slow. The knife arced, its edge gleaming, closing the gap between its stretched target. A line of white heat shot from my outstretched fingertips, and sent fractals through the air, darkening everything in the well-lit room with its blinding brightness. The sound that came after was deafening, and the force of it blew the furniture to the side of the room, cracked the paned glass, and blew the door ajar. When the patterns of burnt light faded from my vision, I was met with the sight of Diamond sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, but still blessedly intact. The wall behind her was a black mass of scorched wood, white embers flaring through patterned cracks. I scrambled over to Diamond, kneeling on the ground and scooping her into my arms, feeling my tears wet her neck as she sobbed against me. "What the fuck," Jessie screamed. The delightful sight and feel of her magnificent breasts in my hands was asian only surpassed by the view I had of her deliciously slick pussy sliding down japanese my cock as she was riding it. And she was going to do it again. It was the longest orgasm he had ever fetish had, and it was by far the most semen he had ever produced. "Is that where your aunt lives?" He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. Julie’s voice cracked like a whip as she said, “did I say you could stand?” Melissa felt a hot sensation deep in her belly as Brad’s cum started to spurt from his cock like a fire hose on full blast. Each spot in the home had been touched by my mother. He felt no shame or guilt in that. I trembled on him, leaning forward. � “Chaos is a fact of the universe, Dr. Iger,” Daniel said without emotion. We hurriedly cleaned ourselves a little and hoped the guys hadn’t gone looking for us. We cannot reach her, for to do so would be costly and impractical. He's not always the fastest" he added with a chuckle. Let's all cum together!” “Now you can apologize for what you did to her.” The men were close to cumming off too. I got out of bed naked and walked past her bedroom,her door was open and the bed unmade,a pair of panties and a nightie was left strewn on the floor.She had obviously woken BDSM up and stripped off and went downstairs,she had recently started walking around naked while we were at home alone,myself included. by Vanessa Evans When the nipple finally starts to numb I move the ice cube to your other nipple causing you to jump again. I amateur wished I was topless. “Damn,” Teal said.