My friend Geena, is a really tall skinny girl with big boobs. She said she only wore a 32C. I was like, ONLY? I was so mad. I was still wearing my tra...ining bra from two years ago. I asked Geena if I could see them since I have none of my own. She did so like it was an everyday thing and there was nothing to it. We locked her bedroom door and she pulled her t-shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. Out come these huge perfectly round and firm breasts with huge brownish pink areolas and a. I have since you arrived. You’re different than all the others. You belong here. We want you here. We’ll protect you.’The voice doesn’t make any sense but I am too stimulated for it to bother me.“I’ll be the slut, then! It’s what we need, right? We need to be released to renew ourselves.” Maybe. Maybe releasing what is inside will renew even my work, my creativity, my writing. I’m alone. It’s safe. Letting the slut out is still just for me, it’s still private and myself. Well … my eyes refocus. I loved the way it tasted, kind of salty and very sticky from my saliva. I felt his dick starting to harden in my mouth, Oh God, was he awake. I suddenly froze I tried not to make a sound. I had my cousin’s cock in my mouth trying not move and trying to be quite as possible I was so petrified that I didn’t even think about taking his cock out of my mouth. I soon heard him snoring again was he asleep or was he pretending to be. Either way I wasn’t thru sucking on him so took it as a green light.. I will enjoy training you." Training me? I don't fully understand what he means by that but, as he slowly moves his pelvis, sliding his hard cock in and out of me in long delectable strokes, I forget about it. He feels so good filling me. He fits me perfectly, like a key in a lock. I bite my lip to keep from making noise. His hands move to unbutton my shirt, revealing my creamy skin. "Beautiful," he groans, leaning in, biting my erect nipple through the lace of my bra and then tugging down.