The Training of a Transsexual

THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 5

                                                                       BY MISS PISS

       So now you know a little bit about me and my naughty little secret. I was a pervert. My roommates never knew that I searched through their panty drawers and closets frequently for the pursuit of finding their adult treasures. Isabelle and Mia never discovered that I sniffed, licked, and wore some of their sheer thongs and bikini panties. Mia never found out how much it turned me on to see the two pictures of her pregnant at the tender age of sixteen. Victor thought that nobody in the house knew about his fetish. Not that he was trying to keep it a secret; he just wanted to keep it private. You would think that after his rendezvous with Mr. and Mrs. Ivy that I couldn’t look at Victor the same way again. Not necessarily so. Somehow it all felt like a dream to me, but a vivid and powerful dream that aroused me wildly in my sleep and made my bed sheets soaking wet. During the day and most of the time, my roommates and I was sane and normal people. So when naughty sex sessions were out in the open and special guests did arrive, it was like a fantasy and I was in my own voyeuristic world. I didn’t expect or pray for these things to happen the second time around. The other few times just happened. Bear with me as I tell you three other sexcapades that I witnessed before my life in and outside of the house made an unexpected change.

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       I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss. Afterwards, I decided to go downstairs in the kitchen for a glass of milk. As I went downstairs, I heard music; to be precise, it was the Getz/Gilberto album, and the song that was playing was “Girl from Ipanema.” One lamplight was on, illuminating only half of the living room. I stopped at the next to the last step of the stairway when I saw Isabelle and Mia on the couch. My heart skipped a beat. I smiled. Mia was sitting on Isabelle’s lap, face to face, crotch to crotch. They were kissing. Call me cliché, but there’s nothing sexier than watching two women kiss. The whole world just stops when you gaze at them in the act. There’s something so hot and magical about it, especially when it came to my Isabelle and her Mia. The way they kissed was ecstasy. Isabelle’s lovely skinny lips dominated Mia’s full and supple lips. Mia in return dominated hers. Together their kiss was submissive, passionately willing to give themselves up in mind, body, and soul with the simple massage of the tongue against the other, the taste of each other’s saliva, and the sweetness of their breath and their soothing moans. Isabelle’s hands slid down to Mia’s hips, caressing it tenderly. Mia bit down on her lower lip and tugged it gently. She moaned and traced her hands on Mia’s ass. She lifted up the back of her aqua blue babydoll lingerie and squeezed those hot and juicy ass cheeks. I trembled. I loved Mia’s ass. Round, firm but slightly plump, defined in all the right places. The matching blue thong she wore accentuated it marvelously. I licked my lips, staring at its beauty. Isabelle sharply smacked each cheek about ten times, leaving visible hand marks behind. She pulled the thong to the side and slid a finger in between the crack of her ass. Mia gasped; it looked like she was trying to push it inside her hot, trembling asshole.

       “You dirty bitch,” Mia groaned.

       They kissed with more heat and eagerness. My breath grew heavy. Mia kicked her head back as Isabelle fingered her asshole. She moaned like a sexy demon. Isabelle slid the straps of Mia’s lingerie off her shoulders with one hand, and then grabbed one of her full and perky breasts and sucked on her rosy red nipple. She let out a sigh of orgasmic relief.

       “Ooh honey,” she cooed, running her fingers through Isabelle’s short coal black hair. “Oh yes, finger me and suck me deeper.”

       She let out a rough yelp. Isabelle must have pounded that slender finger in her asshole quite deep the instant she was told. Isabelle’s suckling on Mia’s breast was heaven to my ears. Seeing Mia grind her hips into her while she was finger fucking that asshole nice and deep made my senses go all wild and tingly.

       “Fuck,” whispered Isabelle. “Your asshole is so tight. And your nipples, mmm, they’re so sweet.”

       She gave undivided attention to each nipple, swirling her tongue around it, nibbling down on it, and sucking each one at a time. All the while she was finger pounding that ass with a vengeance. Mia slid the straps of Isabelle’s rose pink babydoll lingerie off her shoulders. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them firmly. She then took a bottle of honey that was on the table alongside other snacks that they prepared. She squeezed a medium sized drop of honey on her fingertip and smeared it on Isabelle’s nipples.

       “Oh god,” she shivered. 

       “Your nipples are gonna taste even sweeter,” Mia smiled.

       She swallowed one of the honey glazed nipples into her mouth; the suckling was louder and prouder. Isabelle kept on finger fucking her, moaning loud enough to be heard through the music. Mia hungrily sucked the honey off the other nipple and then massaged both of them with her gentle tongue.

        “Ooh baby that feels so good,” Isabelle whispered. “Your pussy is so wet.”

       “So is yours, I can feel it dripping through your panties my sweet.”

       Isabelle pulled her finger out of Mia’s ass and made her suck on it. Mia groaned as she tasted that finger. I could feel the raunchiness of her horny smile. I was in such a heavy erotic daze that I didn’t hear Victor walking down the stairs. He bumped into me while I was standing there.

       “Fuck, you scared me!”

       “Ah, you scared me too,” he yawned.

       “And you almost fucking scared us!” laughed Isabelle. Both of the girls lifted the straps of their lingerie back on their shoulders quick enough so Victor and I wouldn’t notice what they were doing. The bottle of honey was back in its original spot. They sat side by side normally with innocent smiles. They looked horny and embarrassed at the same time.

       “What are you two ladies doing up this late, or should I say early?” I said. 

       “Having a midnight snack,” Mia smirked.

       “At 3AM?” chuckled Victor, who looked and sounded groggy. “You girls are funny sometimes.”

       I stepped down into the living room; Victor walked straight into the kitchen. I leaned on the arm of the couch that the girls were sitting in.

        “So what are you doing up at this hour princess?” asked Isabelle.

       “I came down for a glass of milk.”

       “Je vois pas le lait,”grumbled Victor agitatedly.

       “Nous l’avons ici,” chimed Mia in broken French. She held up the milk carton. On the table there was that and a small bowl of almonds, the bottle of honey, a small tub of whipped cream, a bunch of red wine grapes, strawberries, a tangerine, an Italian eggplant, a bumpy yellow crookneck squash, a random roll of black duct tape, and to my surprise, a small water gun. This wasn’t just any water gun. It was a penis water gun that I gave to Isabelle as a gag birthday present years ago when she and I were fourteen.

       “Hehe, I see that you still have that old thing,” I smiled at Izzy. “I’m surprised that it’s not smashed into pieces by now.” 

       “It’s one of the best presents that anybody has given to me,” she giggled.

       “It’s just a water gun, silly.”

       “But it’s a penis water gun,” Mia laughed. “They don’t have gifts like this in Iceland!”

       “I will give you one for Christmas,” I winked.

       “Promise?”

       “I promise.”

       “Tell me where you got it so I can get one for Oskar and Thor, they’d have such a laugh with it.”

       “Sure, sure, I will get one for all of you.”

       Victor came in and took the carton of milk, pouring himself a glass. He gave me a glass as well. I drank mine slowly. He and I stared at Izzy and Mia without trying to come off as nosey little horn dogs. I could tell that Victor was eyeing their breasts through their lingerie. Their nipples poked right through the silk fabric. For some reason I couldn’t stop staring at the table with their display of snacks.

       “Do you want some almonds?” asked Isabelle, looking at me. “Grapes? Strawberries?”        

       “Oh no thanks.”

       “Seemed like you were drooling over them. Are you sure?”

       “Yes I’m sure, very sure,” I gulped.

       Victor finished his glass of milk with one chug.

        “Okay ladies, I’m off to bed.”

       “Me too,” I said.

       “Goodnight,” the girls waved as we walked upstairs. When we got to the top, Victor pulled me to the side and whispered into my ear, “If you’re going to watch them, tell me everything tomorrow morning. I’m crazy not to watch for myself, but I really need my sleep. Bonne nuit.”

       He went back into his room. I grinned like a very naughty girl, thinking how funny it was that our minds thought alike sometimes. I looked down from the balcony as I did before when Mr. and Mrs. Ivy came over. The view, as usual, was perfect.        Isabelle and Mia sighed with relief. They whispered something in each other’s ears, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Then they started to kiss again. This was the perfect opportunity for me to get closer, I thought. I was daring that night. I quietly walked downstairs as they were deep in their kiss and caressing each other’s body. I hid behind the couch across from them. I was curled up against it, poking my head out from my hidden place a tiny bit. Perfect. I could see and hear everything. More so than last time, I had to be careful and made sure to not breathe too loud when things got really hot and heavy. I couldn’t help but start trembling as I watched them making out. This time I heard the sound of their pleasure more clearly.

       “Mmm, all this kissing is making me hungry,” whispered Mia.

       “Me too, I’m starving. I’m craving almonds and honey...”

       “Your favorite treat…”

       Isabelle stood up to get the almonds and honey from the table. Mia lied down on her back, looking at her with that wide-eyed and child like face. When Isabelle sat down on her knees on the floor in front of her, she took off Mia’s lingerie, stripping her down to only her blue thong. I bit down on my fingers to prevent myself from gasping. Other than the pictures I found, this was the first time I saw Mia completely nude. She looked stunning with clothes on, but with clothes off, God, it was physical poetry. Her breasts were the secret to her womanhood and her motherhood. To imagine that they once were filled with milk and became the mouth’s cradle for her baby boy; blessed is he to be the most joyous one to suck them until he was too old to suck them anymore. The thought of it turned me on. Her breasts still maintained its perkiness, fullness, and youth just like the rest of her petite and beautifully curved body. Her waist was slim and toned. Fine hips. Slender thighs. Perfect little feet. Her pale skin oozed her sexuality. Raw, warm, magnificent, and divine. Isabelle worshipped her body with kisses from lips, neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Afterwards, she squeezed a thick amount of honey on two of her fingers. She brushed the honey along Mia’s neck. She took some almonds and stamped them against the honey. She made a cute and sweet necklace pattern out of it. Then she squeezed a string of honey from the center of the almond necklace down to her perked up belly button, pressing the almonds against the honey line. For the final touch, she squeezed a thick drop of honey on each of her nipples and planted a single almond on top like a perfect cupcake.

       “Mmm, you look so delicious baby. I can’t wait to eat you up.”

       Before Izzy dived into her, she grabbed the squash, which looked to be 5 inches long and 3 inches thick. She waved it at Mia’s smiling face, grinning as well.

       “Suck on the tip my sexy veggie whore” she barked.

       She pressed the thick, bumpy, bulbous head of the squash against Mia’s lips. She suckled on it as if she were giving a blowjob.

       “That’s a good girlie. That’s my good veggie whore. Suck it until it’s covered with your saliva.”

       Her mouth engulfed the firm yellow flesh of the head. She groaned softly as she bounced her head up and down it in a slow pace, gradually going in a faster pace. She gagged slightly as she made an attempt to deep throat it. The woman was determined. She managed to deep throat it. My mouth gaped to see about 2 inches of the squash crammed down her esophagus.

       “Ooh, that’s my girl,” gasped Isabelle.

       She smacked Mia in the face and pulled the squash out of her mouth. It was wet and glistening with her saliva. Isabelle crawled towards her crotch, pulling her thong to the side. My heart melted to see Mia’s bare naked pussy. When Isabelle spread her pussy lips, I wished that I could see the bubblegum pink slit. I could almost smell the fresh and musty odor and imagine the beads of moisture coming from it. Isabelle sniffed it, trembling at the smell. It must have smelled so good. She smacked her tongue against the pinkness and plunged it deep inside her. Mia groaned with ecstasy, her closed eyes expressing the intimacy, and her outstretched hands embracing the tenderness as she caressed Isabelle’s hair. Isabelle squeezed and caressed Mia’s outer thigh and ass cheeks while she ate her out. She squeaked over the pleasure. She swung her legs over Izzy’s shoulders and pushed her head towards her crotch deeper with those strong and lovely feet of hers. Isabelle growled like a horny dog, vigorously shaking her head as she ate her out hungrily, feeling the shake and quiver of Mia’s pussy walls that were probably dripping with her juices.

       “Fuck!” Mia squeaked like a startled girl. “I’m going to cum!”

       “Don’t cum!” Isabelle snapped. I could feel the dominant fire in her eyes and hear it in her voice. Oh my Isabelle, at last I saw you in action.

       “You aren’t going to cum until I tell you to. Is that clear?”

       “Yes my dear,” Mia cried shakily.

       “You know what happens when you don’t.”

       “Yes I do, my dear.”

       Isabelle wrapped her palm around the stem of the squash and inserted the head into Mia’s starved pussy. Her pussy sounded gloriously wet as she tried to force it in.

       “Mmm, tight little cunt,” Isabelle growled.

       She thumped the head against that pussy. It was no surprise that it was hard to get it inside; the head in itself was quite big. Mia kicked her head back, overjoyed, when an inch of it was inside of her. Gradually Isabelle slid a few more inches in. Mia’s feet and legs shook wildly as if it was filled with electrical currents. My cock instantly grew hard to see her pussy halfway stuffed with a squash. Isabelle smiled wickedly as she pumped it in and out of her slowly.

        “Don’t cum baby, not until I’m finished eating you.”

       Mia let out an orgasmic wail, closing her eyes tight. She was going to explode. I could tell that she wanted to cum so badly.

       “Hush!” barked Isabelle. “Do I need to gag you for being a naughty bitch?”

       “I’m afraid so my dear. I’m holding back but there’s no way I can remain quiet.”

       “Grab the tangerine!”

       Mia reached for it. The orgasmic electrical current ran through her arms while Isabelle was still pumping the squash in and out of her trembling, dripping cunt hole. She grabbed the tangerine from her and shouted, “Open your mouth.”

       Mia opened it; Isabelle stuffed the tangerine into her entire mouth.

       “My sexy fucking bitch…”

       She pumped the squash in and out of her faster. She forced it in so deep that only the curved tip was visible by barely an inch. I could barely hear Mia groan through her overstuffed mouth, just the heavy wheezing of her nose tasting the oxygen. My eyes widened when Izzy pulled up the stem of the squash by two inches and sat her little pussy down on it. Mia gasped with shock. Isabelle nearly screamed, but sighed with relief when it was comfortably inside of her.

       “Oh fuck,” she roared, looking down at both their pussies. You could no longer see the squash. It was discretely tucked and hidden inside their holes. She went towards Mia’s neck and ate each almond with just her mouth, munching the nut and smiling like a happy little bunny. When she ate all the almonds, she licked and sucked off the honey from her neck until it was nice and clean. She left a few hickies on her neck in the process. Mia breathed heavily. Her eyes expressed an orgasmic time bomb that was ready to ignite.

       “Don’t cum yet,” Isabelle demanded.

       She ate each almond off her tummy, tasting all of the honey with her lips and her tongue until her flesh was no longer sticky. When she was through, she lifted her pussy up away from the stem of the squash, which was covered with thick, white, and creamy cum. Tears were streaming down Mia’s face. She hadn’t cum yet. Not being allowed to cum was torture, especially when Isabelle was demolishing her pussy.

       She grabbed the stem of the squash and thrust the entire vegetable in and out of her faster and faster, sometimes pulling out quickly to gaze at her wide gape, and then pushing it back in, doing the same fucking pattern again and again. Mia bit down on the tangerine so hard that she pierced the skin. A tiny trickle of juice dribbled down her chin. Isabelle licked the juice from her face.

        “Are you ready to cum baby?”

       “Yes, very much!”

       Isabelle pulled the entire squash out of her, letting it drop to the ground. The squashed was glazed with a thin coating of blood. Her fingers stretched Mia’s pussy hole into a wide and heavenly circle. The lovely cunt clicked and whistled with each breath that she took. Mia kicked her head back roughly and then she came at last. Isabelle slipped her entire tongue into her cunt and swirled it inside of her hole rapidly, collecting every drop of her creamy white nectar. Mia’s hands caressed Isabelle’s face, saying “I love you” with a smile. She tried to lift her head up so she can give her baby a kiss. Isabelle opened her mouth and gargled the load of cum.

       “Look how much you filled me up!”

       She quickly sat on top of Mia’s lap, pulling the tangerine from her mouth and then sharing and savoring the cum in each other’s mouths. They snowballed it with such ecstasy. It was so hot and breathtaking. I felt damn lucky that I was witnessing it all. It was possibly one of the most erotic scenes I’ve seen in my adult life.

       “Baby, that was amazing,” Mia declared. Her voice was soft and shaky. They each gulped their share of her cum and sighed.

       “Now it’s my turn to have my fill.”

       “Oh oh,” Isabelle grinned. “Am I in trouble?”

       “No, you’re just going to be my veggie fuck toy now.”

       She roughly pushed Isabelle off her, making her land on her back. Isabelle’s legs were up high in the air like a naughty little girl who was eager to be fucked. Mia smacked both of her ass cheeks, harder and harder until it was red, hot, and stinging.

       “Tell me you’re my bitch,” Mia shouted as she spanked her.

       “I am your bitch! I am your fucking bitch!”

       “Get on the floor and down on your knees right now!”

       She obeyed. I had a perfect view of Isabelle’s cute little ass, which was nice and red, preciously decorated with Mia’s small hand prints. Her elbows rested on the couch, her hands pressed together as if she was praying. Maybe she as well ought to have been praying, not knowing what Mia was going to do to her.

       “Mmm I love this cute little ass,” Mia grinned, sitting down on her knees in front of it. “And I love eating out of it.”

       “Fuck, I know you do baby, and I love it.”

       “This time I’m going to eat out of it literally.”

        Isabelle didn’t say a word. I could see her legs trembling and hear the panting of her breath. I sucked on my thumb to hide the sound of my breath as well. My panties were dripping wet and my cock wanted to rip through its panty cage.

       Mia grabbed the Italian eggplant. It was large and elongated, reaching to about 7 inches long and 4 inches thick, and the skin was shiny and smooth. She put it beside her knees as she spread Isabelle’s ass cheeks, revealing her tight and stubborn little asshole.

       “Oh fuck,” she moaned, sniffing and licking it. “I can’t wait to eat out of it, but I must lube it up and stretch it first…”  

       Isabelle grunted loudly as Mia slipped her tongue into her asshole, forcing it in. Her ass was smacked every time she made a sound.

       “Oh god!” Izzy yelped. “It feels so good!”

       Mia growled like a beast as she ate out her ass, spreading her cheeks wider each time she pounded her tongue deeper into that tightly closed asshole. My main thought was that the only disadvantage I had at my hiding spot was that I couldn’t rush into the bathroom to masturbate. I held back every urge to, not until I quietly went back into my room and finished the job. It was a big surprise to me that I held back the whole time, especially when Mia grabbed the saliva covered tangerine, stood up, straddled on top of Isabelle’s back, and stuffed it into her mouth. I wanted to explode right there and then.

       “You’ll need this tangerine gag as much as I did,” Mia cooed, kissing Isabelle’s nose. “Trust me.”

       She sat in front of her ass. She took the eggplant and got a bottle of lube which was hidden under the couch purposely for “emergencies.” She covered the entire eggplant with a thick coating of lube, thrusting her hand up and down the neck as if she were giving a hand job. She slapped a coating of lube on Izzy’s asshole and slid her finger inside of it. Isabelle tensed up; I could hear a small inaudible groan. She slipped in two fingers, moving it around slowly in a circular motion.

       “Relax baby, relax your asshole. It won’t hurt as much, you know that.”

       When she was relaxed, the hole opened slightly. Mia tongued that filthy hole in and out of her, and then pushed the tip of the eggplant against it. I heard a loud and hard groan from Isabelle’s mouth. She wasn’t expecting what was about to happen.

       “You will love this, my sweet,” Mia whispered, kissing the small of her back.

       She moved the tip of the eggplant from left to right, adding a little bit of pressure to make some of it slide right in. It wasn’t easy. She had to push it in hard. With all her strength, it took five minutes to make three inches of the eggplant squeeze into Isabelle’s tiny asshole. Her cry was harsh and clear through her gagged mouth.

       “Do you love this veggie whore?”

       Isabelle nodded confidently. I wish I could see her face and even kiss her so she could forget the pain. Her asshole stretched slowly. Even with only three inches in, her hole seemed completely stuffed. Mia pushed another inch inside of her. A thick glob of cum oozed from Izzy’s pussy. Mia cupped it into her palm and smeared it all over her ass. She pushed another inch deep. That was all Isabelle could take.

       “Fuck, this asshole is going to be gaping so wide when I’m through with it.”

       She pounded the eggplant in and out of her slowly. It was amazing seeing her hole grow wider with each slam. I could nearly see the dark anal pinkness emerging while the eggplant was pumped in and out of her, faster and faster. Mia fingered Isabelle’s dripping pussy with two fingers while she was doing this, thrusting it in and out of that hole as well. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt once in awhile to suck the cream. When she was ready, she roughly pulled the entire eggplant out of her asshole. The instant she pulled it out, a tiny pudge of her anal sphincter poked out but was instantly sucked back in afterwards. Mia groaned like a starved wolf when she saw it. She spread the asshole with her fingers, putting her nose into it and sniffing it. Her tongue loved sliding into it. When she pulled out, she grabbed the strawberries. Each strawberry was of different size. Some were small, some were medium, and some were deliciously big and juicy. I couldn’t believe what Mia was doing to them. My jaw just dropped. She pushed one strawberry into Isabelle’s stretched asshole. Then she inserted another. And another. And another. And another. Her asshole wrapped around the last one as if it was trying to swallow it whole. It was official; that was one stuffed ass.

       “Mmm,” Mia smacked her lips. She took the tangerine gag out of Isabelle’s mouth. She choked on her saliva. Then she cried “Oh my god, you bitch! What did you put up my ass?”

       “Strawberries my lovely, my favorite treat.”        

       “Oh god, you’re so fucking weird and kinky and I love you!” 

       “All it needs is one of my favorite toppings, whipped cream.”

       Mia took the tub of whipped cream, opened it, and scooped a glob of the topping onto her fingers. She slapped it against Isabelle’s asshole where just the tip of the strawberry was poking out.

       “Ooh, it feels nice and cold,” she quivered.

       “You know I can’t have my strawberries without whipped cream and my grapes.”

       Mia picked up the bunch of grapes by the stem. Every grape looked firm, plump, and ripe. Isabelle turned her head slightly, biting her lower lip.

       “Let’s see how many grapes can be stuffed into your tiny cunt…”

       “Fuck…Mia…”

       “And I want you to count each grape that I put in, understand?”

       “Yes!”

       She plucked five grapes and inserted each one at a time.

       “One…” Isabelle shivered. “Two…, ….three…., ….four…., …five…”

       And the stuffing continued. 

       “…Six….,…seven…,…eight…,…nine…,…ten…,…eleven…,…twelve…,…”

       “Don’t stop until I slap your ass honey…”

       “…thirteen….,…fourteen…,…fifteen…,…sixteen…,….seventeen….,…eighteen….,…nineteen…,…twenty…,….twenty-one…,…twenty-two…,..twenty-three,….twenty-four…”

       Mia smacked her ass; the sound was as loud and sharp as a whip.

       “Twenty-four. That’s how many grapes it takes to fill a dirty cunt hole.”

       “Fuck…”

        “And coincidently, you are twenty-four years old. Too bad it isn’t your birthday so I could make it twenty-five. Sounds like an idea huh? Instead of giving you punches, I can stuff your cunt with grapes!” Mia laughed.

       “You kinky bitch…”

       “Now, I just need to be sure these grapes won’t fall out while I eat the strawberries out of your ass…”

       She grabbed the black duct taped and pressed a square piece over her cunt hole, adding about five layers. It stuck there nice and firmly.

       “Hehe, you weren’t kidding when you said that anything can be made out of duct tape,” chuckled Mia. “Fuck making wallets and dresses, its more fun to use it this way!”

       Isabelle kicked her head back, moaning loudly.

       “Wiggle that ass for me baby.”

       She wiggled it. Mia grabbed it and licked the whipped cream from her asshole. She groaned heavenly as she lapped up some of the cream.

       “Stand over me baby,” she panted, lying down on her back on the floor. “And bend over so I can catch the strawberries in my mouth.”

       Isabelle stood over Mia’s mouth with her ass bent over, targeting it perfectly. It was kind of funny to see how awkward she stood and walked, but at the same time, it was scorching hot. Mia spread Isabelle’s ass cheeks and opened her mouth. One strawberry plopped right out and landed into it. She ate it.

       “Mmm, strawberries taste more delicious coming out of your ass.”

       She pressed her lips against her asshole, tasting more of the whipped cream. Another strawberry shot into her mouth with the force of Isabelle’s hole. She moaned louder than the first taste. The third strawberry popped out of her asshole quicker than expected. It hit Mia on the nose. She giggled and smacked Izzy’s ass.

       “Any strawberry that falls on the floor, you have to eat it.”

       “Yes ma’am!”

       The forth strawberry fell into Mia’s hungry mouth. She ate it proudly. The last and final strawberry fell on the floor. She grabbed the two and forced them into Isabelle’s mouth.

       “Enjoy as I eat my grapes…”

       She pealed the tape off Isabelle’s pussy. She cupped her mouth around it entirely. When she moved away from it, her mouth was full of grapes. As she munched on them, the red wine juice dribbled down to her chin.

       “Oh god, nothing tastes finer and sweeter than pussy flavored grapes!”

       She cupped her mouth around her cunt again, letting the rest of the grapes fall out. She devoured them. Meanwhile, Isabelle ate the strawberries that came out of her ass. She grinned, licking her lips. As much as I’ve known Izzy, I never in my wildest dreams thought that she was this dirty. And she only got filthier.

       “I hope you’re thirsty,” she squeaked.

       A stream of golden pee washed into Mia’s mouth, fast and fluid.

       “Mmm, just what I needed to wash it down!”

       She gulped every single drop. After she had her fill of a long and fulfilling golden shower, she kissed Isabelle’s asshole and her pussy lovingly.

       “Oh honey, this was amazing. We’ve got to do this again.”

       “Yes, we will.”

       Isabelle caressed Mia’s hair, which was let down instead of in a bun or in a long braid. Those auburn red locks cascaded down to her hip. Both of them stood up and kissed each other long and passionately. They flopped back on the couch, their crotch against crotch. After kissing for a full ten minutes, they stopped.

       “Now all this kissing is making me thirsty,” smiled Isabelle.

       “Oh really?”

       “Yes, I want some milk.”

       She gave this dark and divine stare at Mia. She sat down on the floor, on her knees in front of her. She reached for the penis water gun. She filled it with milk all the way to the top. My eyes widened; by then my panties were soaked beyond belief. Mia opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips, revealing her cute and lovely cunt hole.

       “Ready?” whispered Isabelle.

       “I’m very ready.”

       Isabelle inserted the head of the penis water gun inside of Mia. It slid in smooth and easily. She pushed three out of the five inches of the gun inside of her. Then she started pumping the trigger.

       “Let me know when you feel full…”

       “Keep going…”

       She kept on pumping.

       Thirty seconds later.

       “Keep going…it’s almost there…”

       Thirty seconds longer.

       “Okay, it’s done.”

       Isabelle pulled the gun out of Mia slowly. She hurriedly put her mouth under her pussy. The milk spilled right out. Most of it poured into her mouth. The drops that fell on the floor, she licked it up from there as well.

       “How does it taste?”

       “Very good, almost warm…very delicious…”

       She filled the water gun with milk again and pumped it into Mia’s pussy. She slurped every single milky drop the second time.

       “Mmm, I want some milk too,” Mia squeaked. They switched positions.

       “Bend over for me this time”

       Izzy obeyed. Mia spread her ass cheeks to glance at her swollen asshole. She inserted the head of the gun inside of her and began to pump. Isabelle cooed when it was completely full. When Mia pulled it out, a thin stream of milk squirted out. It looked like she was pissing milk from her ass. Mia drank all of it, and did it again the second time. Afterwards they relaxed on the couch, giggling, breathing heavily, and getting over their sexual high. They cleaned up their mess, gathered all the food, and headed towards the kitchen. As they went there, I got up and went back to my room, shut the door quietly and masturbated immediately. Next door I heard Victor masturbating too. With the loud and hard groans of our orgasm, we passed out and slept.

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       Later during the day, I figured that I didn’t have to tell Victor about what happened that morning. He begged for me to tell him the whole story anyway. It made him masturbate for hours. And on that same day, as I promised, I went online and ordered three penis water guns as an early Christmas present for Mia, Oskar, and Thor.