In a way, he was curious both as the giving end and as the receiving head. Thus, it was not difficult to come to an “onanismous” consent, so to speak. At last, after two agonising days, she was finally having her relief. However, she was not expecting what was to follow.

Well, it was… strange. On the receiving side, he felt a very pleasant warmth and wetness surrounding his penis. It was kind of relaxing, like swaddling yourself in warm clothes by winter or getting toasty in your bed’s duvet. On the giving side, he could not say it tasted that great : it was like a salty sausage made from his skin, but with a pronounced pee aftertaste. Clearly not a great restaurant masterpiece. Eventually, his butt pushed even deeper, smothering his nose with his own balls, while the tip of his penis rested at the entrance of his throat. Then, he felt his glans swell while his balls lifted and contracted right against his upper lip. Behind them, he could see a bulge in the middle of his perineum appear, feeling an incredible tension in there for a moment. Shit, that was going to be a big “number one”. But he simultaneously felt very excited. Now that he was getting used to the close-up view, he decided to get acquainted with his sex. He rubbed exploratorily his balls with his cheeks while he sniffed around, breathing in the middle of his balls. The smell was not bad considering he just had a bath, maybe a little stink, but more in an enticing way than a repulsive way. Snuggling along, he finally arrived at the more sensitive end. He was facing right in front of the hollow of his left knee. His body was in a prostrated position, akin to the muslim prayer or japanese contrition. Behind his feet, his pants laid away, discarded. It’s painful to watch. So painful in fact that you’re half-temped to admit you find her attractive right there and then. You shouldn’t though and you’re doubtful that will make the situation any better. After a moment’s hesitation, you climb up on the bed and lie behind her.Totally exhausted, Lisa was kneeling on her horse legs, panting hard and moaning intermittently as she was entering her second ten slice of orgasms. It looked like the infant was insatiable, potentially able to drain her to the last drop. Also, at its current size, still immature, his organ looked a bit like a cow’s teat. Taking it in his mouth looked like a natural thing to do, and he wondered how it would feel on his tongue. Then, as she felt the most sensitive part of her body plunge in a warm and wet cavity, all those bad feelings disappeared. She suddenly felt very light-headed. What does happen is you wonder if Lisa was staring at you or watching you. You want to hope she’s interested, but you’re also aware you’re far too hopeful and you are probably imagining it. So all you do is take all the opportunities you can to watch Lisa. You’re worried to be seen staring too much, so you still avert your eyes, but you’re not sure you’re doing a good job of it. Oh, seriously sis, look at what you did ! “ Lisa scolded the infant, unpleased by the way she treated her belongings.

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She could not see anything: Maggie was definitely out sight, as well as out of reach. Now she could only feel, closing her eyes to concentrate on her tactile sensation. That comes at a surprise; you couldn’t imagine something thinking Lisa was ugly of all things. It does not compute. It’s utter nonsense. At first, the centaur curse didn’t bother her. She was even pleased to see her genitals growing along to match her new equine butt, and found the sensation to have become far more pleasant. If she had to write the pros and cons of her curse, it had been one of the few positive things to happen. Lisa meets your eyes for a moment, and you give her the tiniest of smiles. You’re pretty sure she knows you just imagined it. Usually, one orgasm was enough to satiate the little girl for the night, two or three when she felt very horny, which was indeed the present case. But when Maggie started to work her toward a fourth one, Lisa realized she had a problem.

Hey Bart. I asked mom and she said we can go to the pool tomorrow,” said Lisa after dinner one night. At this lone thought, her vulva began to wink rapidly, letting long strands of juice drip down her bed below. She looks sadder at your offer. You’re worried she’s going to cry again and this time there would be no doubt it was your fault. You stepped out of your bedroom and saw Lisa literally butt naked in the hallway. She’s looking the wrong way, her eyes on mom and dad’s door, her old clothes in her arms. She has a cute bum, and her hair is still wet from the shower. Following the path of his thigh, he slowly turned his head, swallowing as he prepared for the spectacle to come.But she was not prepared for the spectacle before her. Bart was laying on the ground, straddling his own elongated head, currently under his prostrated body in a kind of 69 with himself. His penis was entirely shoven in his mouth, with his lone balls resting on his nose. Finally, his penis taper off, and he got a grip on himself as his orgasm ended. Damn it, he never thought such sensations existed. That was like the best feeling in the world. You’re standing a foot apart from her. She looks ridiculously cute in her PJs and her slightly messy hair. You want to say as much and then sweep her into a kiss but when Lisa moves, she just envelopes you into a hug. As you wrap your arms around her in return you stand there comfortably, satisfied you have this at least. Mom was perhaps closest to the tv series that you could remember, but she was also the least caricatured of the family. She had her hobbies and were preparing to start part time work again now Maggie would soon be old enough for preschool.