I wanted to son do so many naughty things to him. All through math class it was all I could think about. Letting him use mom my body. How I would satiate his lust with my body. I would even let him fuck my ass, something not even Chris, desi or another guy, had enjoyed. Such guilt shot through me. I'd been so horrible to Justin. I just had the prejudice that I, the head cheerleader, had to be with a popular guy. That I shouldn't be attracted to a nerdy loser like him. It drove me to do such mean things to them. Like that Instagram post that had half the student body commenting about him and making fun of him. So that was the first thing I did when class ended; I deleted it. Then I switched over to Facebook and updated my status. I was no longer in a relationship with Chris. I was Justin's slut. As I walked through the halls, my fingers blazed on my phone's keyboard. I typed out my confession. It was also my apology. All the things that I realize. All the things I wanted Justin to do to me. I wanted to drink his cum. I wanted him to fuck me up the ass. I ignored the notifications from my friends as they question my newest Facebook status. I was getting peppered on messenger, everyone asking aunty what was going on and if I'd heard about what Chris did in the locker room. Fear squeezed my guts. I hoped he hadn't hurt Justin. That jealous asshole better not have hurt my... My nerdy Master. I froze in the hallway as I thought that word. Master... Just like the sex-slave sluts in all those BDSM erotica I secretly liked to read called their owners. My pussy grew even hotter. I couldn't wait to find Justin. I couldn't wait to be used by my Master. I was a slut. He needed to fuck me right now. Why did I have to have class? “What the fuck, Aurora?” Petra shouted the moment I walked Bhabhi into the English class we both shared. I took a deep breath, expecting this reaction from my Hispanic friend. Petra had such an exasperated look on her pretty face, her golden-brown cheeks flushed darker than usual. Her light brown, curly hair bounced about her shoulders as she shook her head. Her hand found my cock and she explored it aunty with her fingers and hand. “You're wonderful, too. I had become acclimated son to seeing her everyday so having her around all the time which actually curbed the outright lust I had before when she would come over. I was dazed and confused. She must’ve been exhausted, after all she probably had been forced to have sex 30 times that day! My nipples ached atop my breasts. Laura had been half-worried the men might just rape her, finding her so obviously sexually accessible, but to her relief they did indeed go to work, albeit while taking every chance they got to stare at her puffy, wet twat and her large fuckbags. What if it didn’t fit? The kiss was long and deep with a lot of tongue play; not your typical sibling kiss. His name was Nathan. “Let me give you some advice. Some did notice that the groom was Bhabhi missing, but April shrugged it off as Randy needing a nap. I could jack off desi for hours after watching those big, lush tits bouncing, sweat gleaming on her body. Then they laid on the bed together kissing and cuddling, and he gently slid his hand down inside her leggings. “This is so cool! I choked, a gush of water flowing from my mouth, then I was breathing deep lung-fulls of air. I pick it up. Jeff was receiving one of the best tandem blowjobs he had ever seen! "Uh oh, better cover yourself up!" What’s more, he made me cum – twice; as he poked things in me and squeezed and pulled everything that he could get hold mom off.