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Fun with Nerdy Girls 54
🕑 Added 2022-12-03 03:52:01 +0000 UTCI said nothing as Ida stood in front of Irene, her camera lowered as she caressed Irene’s cheek, making her shudder in shock.
And, it was the full range of her movement. Her hips, in particular, stayed absent of any kind of movement as Irene did her best to look normal, a reasonable reaction as I was fully inside her, and the slightest movement would be enough to make her moan.
And the poor girl was still under the impression that she was able to hide her trick her friend successfully. She did her best to hide the signs of her growing arousal. It left her even weaker against Ida’s wandering finger as it trailed down her neck to travel between her amazing valley.
However, as she leaned forward enough for their breasts to press together, Irene wasn’t the only one that was struggling to contain her reaction. The sight of their breasts pressing together was amazing, and the height differential allowed me to get a perfect view of it.
Making my arousal reach an unbelievable level.
Letting Ida play around was fun.
But not as fun as taking back control.
“Oh, if you want to be a model, let’s put your determination to test,” I said suddenly as I grabbed her camera, pulling off her fingers before she could react.
The speed with her confidence shattered without her totem to help her was simply amazing. Ida took a step back, her arms jerking to cover her breasts. “Ohh, tables are turned,” Irene said, her fear turning into entertainment as she looked at her friend, but my arm prevented her from taking a step as she tried to take a step forward.
“Let’s not bother your friend while she models,” I said even as I tightened my hold over her waist, with no intention of letting her go.
Not when I was so close to exploding.
Instead, I dragged her toward the seat while I simultaneously raised the camera, and took the first photo. Then, I sat down and pulled Irene onto my lap, accompanied by a moan. “A good way to deal with a barbarian princess,” I said with a chuckle as I slid my hand to her hips, directing her hips to rock back and forth.
A treatment that she didn’t argue against, though it might be more about the moans she was letting out than actually trying to contain them.
“Drop your hands to the side,” I ordered Ida, and she was quick to follow that order, like before, unable to resist my domineering tone without her camera, the switch was simply marvelous.
She said nothing even as her shoulders slouched, which would not do. “Come on beautiful, you’re a photographer, you should know the proper way to pose,” I said, and her shoulders rose immediately as she took a more alluring pose.
The contrast with her shy expression made her even sexier.
“Such a shy little girl, right?” I asked Irene, who was busy sliding back and forth on my lap desperately.
She responded with a soft moan before answering, doing her best to hide the true nature of her rocking, unaware it had been completely pointless from the start. But, I wasn’t surprised by it. After all, she wasn’t the only one in her friend group that strongly overestimated her ability to keep such activities hidden.
“Oh, she’s always like that,” Irene managed to say with a chuckle. “But take her camera away, and she’s as obedient as a little puppy.”
“Let’s test it, then,” I said with a chuckle before I turned my gaze to Ida. “Let’s save you from the domineering weight of your clothing, sweetie, drop everything,” I ordered.
Irene chuckled. “That was a mistake. She’s more shy than obedient, and with that —“ she started, only to be interrupted by a gasp as Ida quickly shed the rest of her clothing, leaving herself in her birthday suit.
“You were saying?” I said even as I spanked Irene’s ass.
“I-impossible,” she gasped, though the way I grabbed her hips to intensify her movement didn’t help her to contain her shock. “She is…”
Her shock was understandable, as I had no doubt that, under tamer conditions, Ida would have reacted shyly. But, there were factors that changed it. One was the detailed explanation she received from Naomi about what could happen.
Even more impactful was the little adventure we had while Irene was dressing, and her direct involvement in Irene’s loss of virginity.
Compared to those, a little nudity was nothing.
“Good girl, now crawl toward us,” I said.
Irene watched the beautiful sight of the exotic Asian beauty crawling toward us while I took pictures, but only when she passed the halfway mark, she realized what her growing closeness would mean.
Or, in particular, just how much it would allow her to see her from that angle.
Irene twisted to face me, her eyes wide. “Stop her —“ she started, only for me to put my finger on her lips.
“No need to panic, sweetie. Do you really think that you managed to keep what was going on hidden from her?” I said, enjoying her growing panic.
“You …. You knew,” she stammered as she looked back to Ida, who dipped her head in shame. Yet, her steady crawling didn’t stop.
I chuckled even as I grabbed her loincloth. “And, since she knows, there’s no need to bother with this, right,” I said, a pull enough to equalize their state of clothing.
Though, considering I was sliding inside her repeatedly, the impact of the move was greater than she had initially expected. “No,” she gasped as she put her hands on her crotch, the shock of fully revealing what was going on impacting her more than Ida’s information.
Ida just crawled obediently until she was in front of us. “What a naughty little girl, right?” I said, and Irene nodded reflexively, still busy hiding what had been going on — which was harder than it was supposed to be as I held her legs and parted them wide.
“Yeah,” she stammered.
“Not like you at all,” I added, which was enough to silence her while I pulled her to the side, giving an even better view of the show. Then, I turned to Ida. “You deserve a big punishment for tricking your friend,” I said.
Ida nodded cutely while she avoided my gaze, but she still caught my gesture to get closer. She rose until her head was positioned between Irene’s legs.
“What—“ Irene started, panicked, but her panic didn’t prevent an instantaneous interruption.
“Lick,” I ordered, and Ida followed immediately. Her tongue darted out, dancing at her entrance. The movement of her tongue was steady, and not particularly skilled, but after the shocks she had experienced, Irene wasn’t exactly in the mood to distinguish, and chose to enjoy the feeling.
She didn’t tell me that, not when she was busy covering her face to hide her reaction as her first time transformed from a sneaky adventure into a threesome, which was enough to overwhelm the playful redhead.
I didn’t have to rely on her words to measure her enjoyment. The intensity of her moans was one indicator, and her sudden tightness was another.
Ida proved her obedience by focusing on her task, the speed of her tongue only getting faster as I raised my camera and took several photos of her in the process.
The clicks of the camera only made Irene more concerned with her current state, but the only effect was to make her bury her face deeper into her hands, her hips still dancing, doing their best to milk an explosion out of me before she reached her own completion.
“So, do you have any other interesting costume for me to wear?” I asked as I slipped my fingers through her red mane and pulled her head back. I didn’t do it harshly like I would have done against Sarah or Naomi, who enjoyed physical impact much more than Irene did.
The great speed she followed my gentle pull to reveal her face confirmed that I managed to read her accurately. “Maybe Geniason, the King of Kings,” Irene muttered even as she looked at Ida.
Ida chuckled a bit without stopping, making me curious. I put a kiss on Irene’s neck, one that turned into a soft, playful bite before I asked a question. “Why don’t you explain to me why it’s funny, sweetie,” I asked.
Irene shivered. “Well, he’s the evil king,“ she started, then paused.
“And,” I added, curious about her statement.
“He’s famous for his harem,” she added. For a moment, I thought that she was already aware of what I had been doing with her other friends, which surprised me as I assumed she didn’t know.
Then, I noticed she was looking at Ida rather than me, and realized she wasn’t talking about her other friends but Ida, making her comparison about the potential future from her perspective.
Very near future if her absolute lack of attempt to stop Ida while she licked her.
“Cheeky,” I said even as I grabbed her hips and push her down, not bothering to mention just accurate her comparison was.
I had no intention of ruining such a fun reveal prematurely.
She didn’t complain about my response, too busy moaning under the quickening assault, and soon, she tightened with the telltale sign of a climax. Then, her body turned limp. She didn’t fall unconscious, but it wasn’t a faraway direction either.
I was yet to climax, but luckily, I had options.
“Geniason wants his next bride, then,” I growled even as I lifted Irene and placed her next to me, leaving my lap empty.
Ida stood up, her beautiful body trembling in anticipation… Pity that before I could pull her onto my lap, Irene’s phone rang.
“M-my mom, she’s coming early,” Irene gasped in panic. “You need to go.”
I might have tempted to tease her about that, but I had already pushed her enough for the day.
Instead, I leaned forward and captured Ida’s lips in a searing kiss,” Geniason will take his bride later,” I said after I pulled back. Ida collapsed against the seat, her legs finally surrendering against their trembling while I quickly dressed and left the house.
The experience of getting away from cheerleaders’ houses before their fathers — or more than once, boyfriends — arrived made me very proficient in beating a hasty retreat.
