phone
cam to a higher angle and began rubbing the round bottom covered with pink
panties, slowly tugging them down.
He
must have expected the tail to slip loose as he pulled down her because he
became still and gasped as he realized the tail was slipped into and held tight
by her asshole. The girl giggled and wiggled her tail-sporting behind happily
in his face as she looked back over her shoulder to see his look of surprise.
The
girl slid her head and shoulders down next to Ryan’s hard cock and nuzzled his
shaft with her cheeks. He grabbed the base of the tail inserted in the girl’s
ass and teased and tugged on it, watching the girl’s puckered asshole tremble
and stretch as he slowly slid the black butt plug sporting the black plush
kitty tail out. The girl arched her back and began to purr. Ryan wrapped an arm
around the girl’s bottom and pulled it down to his mouth. He began licking the
girl’s slowly closing puckered asshole while the girl mewed and sucked the
man’s cock.
“Um,
he did not just do that,” stammered Whitney.
“Um,
yes, he did,” snapped Meg.
“He
did not just do that…with her .”
“Oh,
yes he did…with her .”
“I’m
gonna puke. What the fuck, what is she, like twelve?”
“I
know, right? Imma find out how old that little Halloween hussy is and if she’s
a minute under eighteen this video is going to the fucking po-po! He can pucker
up his own little bitch ass for his fucking cell mate!”
“Gimme
that Steve Jobs brain tumor factory, girl.” Whitney pried the iPhone from Meg’s
white-knuckled hand, gestured on the touch screen like she was casting a magic
spell, and smiled as the screen revealed all she wanted and more. “Cassie
Freidman, nineteen, freshman, poly-sci major, Team Edward, likes the classics:
Concrete Blonde; Nine Inch Nails; Marilyn Manson; White Zombie; into LARPing,
MMOG’s and WOW. And she’s interested in men and women. She did have a
sweet little muffin top… and a yummy purr… and she seems to need a big sister
to help her grow up…”
“Ugh!
Back off, bitch! That’s the slut that’s fucking my boyfriend!”
“You
mean, ex- boyfriend! Right? Tell me this is the last fucking straw.”
Finally,
Whitney thought. It had been a long damned time coming.
“Not
yet… not without a fucking good-bye kiss!” Meg snarled.
Whitney
looked at her friend speculatively, wondering what she was up to.
“So
that’s why we’re at Alpha Theta Tau instead of Alpha Sigma Pi on Alpha Wars
Friday?” Whitney asked finally. “I wondered. So what’s up, girl? You got some ’splaining
to do, Lucy!”
“I
don’t know yet…” Meg frowned. “Just follow my lead…”
“Righteous,
Fred… maybe we can use Shaggy and Scooby as bait…” Whitney rolled after Meg and
picked up her board as they went inside.
Both
of them had been in the Alpha Theta Tau house before. It was neat and well
maintained. Not surprising for an engineering fraternity. What was surprising
was the quiet. No engineers, no women, no music. But then, it was Alpha
Wars night, the last battle for the year. The action would be downstairs, in
the game room.
The
basement door flew open and a big guy in a hoodie with a hi-tech headset, night
goggles and black tactical drop leg holster rig strapped to his right
blue-jeaned thigh called, “Is that you Murphy? Bout damn time! Team One is
geared up and ready for insertion and you know Brody and Wang can’t shoot
straight without that shit they call beer! What the—! You’re not Murphy!”
“Observant,
there, Jason Bourne.” Whitney snorted.
“Are
you two from Sigma Pi? I thought they weren’t sending you two ’til later, after
we kick their asses? Hey, wait a minute…aren’t you Killer Miller’s…” The guy in
the hoodie looked curiously at Meg.
“Um,
yeah. I’m Ry… um, Killer Miller’s girl. That’s me. And this is my trusty
sidekick, Lara Croft. And, yes, we’re early. Killer and the boys wanted you to
know
cam to a higher angle and began rubbing the round bottom covered with pink
panties, slowly tugging them down.
He
must have expected the tail to slip loose as he pulled down her because he
became still and gasped as he realized the tail was slipped into and held tight
by her asshole. The girl giggled and wiggled her tail-sporting behind happily
in his face as she looked back over her shoulder to see his look of surprise.
The
girl slid her head and shoulders down next to Ryan’s hard cock and nuzzled his
shaft with her cheeks. He grabbed the base of the tail inserted in the girl’s
ass and teased and tugged on it, watching the girl’s puckered asshole tremble
and stretch as he slowly slid the black butt plug sporting the black plush
kitty tail out. The girl arched her back and began to purr. Ryan wrapped an arm
around the girl’s bottom and pulled it down to his mouth. He began licking the
girl’s slowly closing puckered asshole while the girl mewed and sucked the
man’s cock.
“Um,
he did not just do that,” stammered Whitney.
“Um,
yes, he did,” snapped Meg.
“He
did not just do that…with her .”
“Oh,
yes he did…with her .”
“I’m
gonna puke. What the fuck, what is she, like twelve?”
“I
know, right? Imma find out how old that little Halloween hussy is and if she’s
a minute under eighteen this video is going to the fucking po-po! He can pucker
up his own little bitch ass for his fucking cell mate!”
“Gimme
that Steve Jobs brain tumor factory, girl.” Whitney pried the iPhone from Meg’s
white-knuckled hand, gestured on the touch screen like she was casting a magic
spell, and smiled as the screen revealed all she wanted and more. “Cassie
Freidman, nineteen, freshman, poly-sci major, Team Edward, likes the classics:
Concrete Blonde; Nine Inch Nails; Marilyn Manson; White Zombie; into LARPing,
MMOG’s and WOW. And she’s interested in men and women. She did have a
sweet little muffin top… and a yummy purr… and she seems to need a big sister
to help her grow up…”
“Ugh!
Back off, bitch! That’s the slut that’s fucking my boyfriend!”
“You
mean, ex- boyfriend! Right? Tell me this is the last fucking straw.”
Finally,
Whitney thought. It had been a long damned time coming.
“Not
yet… not without a fucking good-bye kiss!” Meg snarled.
Whitney
looked at her friend speculatively, wondering what she was up to.
“So
that’s why we’re at Alpha Theta Tau instead of Alpha Sigma Pi on Alpha Wars
Friday?” Whitney asked finally. “I wondered. So what’s up, girl? You got some ’splaining
to do, Lucy!”
“I
don’t know yet…” Meg frowned. “Just follow my lead…”
“Righteous,
Fred… maybe we can use Shaggy and Scooby as bait…” Whitney rolled after Meg and
picked up her board as they went inside.
Both
of them had been in the Alpha Theta Tau house before. It was neat and well
maintained. Not surprising for an engineering fraternity. What was surprising
was the quiet. No engineers, no women, no music. But then, it was Alpha
Wars night, the last battle for the year. The action would be downstairs, in
the game room.
The
basement door flew open and a big guy in a hoodie with a hi-tech headset, night
goggles and black tactical drop leg holster rig strapped to his right
blue-jeaned thigh called, “Is that you Murphy? Bout damn time! Team One is
geared up and ready for insertion and you know Brody and Wang can’t shoot
straight without that shit they call beer! What the—! You’re not Murphy!”
“Observant,
there, Jason Bourne.” Whitney snorted.
“Are
you two from Sigma Pi? I thought they weren’t sending you two ’til later, after
we kick their asses? Hey, wait a minute…aren’t you Killer Miller’s…” The guy in
the hoodie looked curiously at Meg.
“Um,
yeah. I’m Ry… um, Killer Miller’s girl. That’s me. And this is my trusty
sidekick, Lara Croft. And, yes, we’re early. Killer and the boys wanted you to
know
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