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Introduction:

By the time he had finished college, Tom knew he had perfected his ability to both read and push thoughts. Then in his first week of teaching, he met an 8th grader (usually 14 or 15 years old) named Amy. . . who he took to his office, and changed his life.

Episode 1

Tom had just begun his teaching career at a middle school near his home town. His ability to anticipate events was a gift that he had been nurturing for years. It started out in high school when he could almost to the minute know what time it was. He could wake up in the middle of the night and tell himself it was 2:34 a.m. and time and time again he would be right regardless of how long he had slept.

He was always good at predicting what would be on exams in college and slowly he realized . . . while student teaching . . . that he could almost get inside student’s heads and foresee not only what they were about to say, but also what they were thinking. As he was about to complete his pre-teaching experience, he decided to tune into various student’s minds and soon learned he had the uncanny ability to tell whether they were telling the truth or not.



Then he began to focus on others sexual feelings. Teenage boys and girls were really easy to read. There was nothing easy going about their sex thoughts. Older people often had warmer sexual thoughts. Teens thoughts were usually harsher, hot, uncontrollably lewd and very passionate. He graduated with a very high GPA and immediately got a job teaching science and with it . . . a part time counseling position. Soon he began to use his extra sense to his own selfish advantage.

Tom was also horny as hell most of the time, especially around boys and girls at the middle school level. As his principal described his schedule to him, he realized he would mainly have 8th graders and then in the afternoon, act as a crisis counselor and right hand man to his boss. As he listened to Mr. Johnson, he attempted to get into his mind and soon he saw his past behavior with girls in particular, which in some cases involved spanking . . . but not with a paddle, but with his bare hand on their equally bare asses. This excited him and realized they might make a great team.



He was allowed to just walk the halls the first week of school and he occasionally got to visit young girl’s minds to see what they were thinking. Amy quickly got his attention, not only for her long blonde hair and budding body, but also since she seemed to be in a constant state of sexual need. She would look at boys when they weren’t looking and go nuts inside her head. She looked at Tom quite often and he could sense her raping him in her mind. It made him smile and eager to begin part 2 of his plan.

One day when she was alone and by her lockers, he thought up a simple plan to initiate a conversation and maybe more. He walked by her and bumped her arm and shoulder, causing her books to drop.

“Sorry, Amy. Let me help you,” he apologized.

He bent down and assisted her in gathering her books and papers. He reached for one book near her far leg and it caused his arm to rub her breasts. He felt her almost faint from the sensation. She froze and her whole mind was focused on her breast. He drew the book up slowly and kept his arm rubbing her breast the entire time. When the back of his hand ran across her breast, he paused. He looked her in the eye and whispered to her, “You like me touching your tittie and wish I was squeezing it, right now.” He almost scared himself having said it out loud, but decided to see her reaction.

She unfroze and sputtered “No…uh…just what…”.

“Shhhh. I know. It’s alright. I understand. Come to my room after school and we will talk about what just happened and share what we should do about it.”

Tom handed her the book, stood up, and walked away. He was taking great pleasure in his victory. In fact, he was still reading her . . . even as he walked away. That was a first. Normally he had to be looking at the person. What else could he ‘do’ with this extra sense he wondered? He rounded the corner and went to his room to make some preparations.

An hour later, the bell rang and he began to wonder whether he had misread her. No. He ‘knew’ she would be there. He waited for 20 minutes and he almost left, but saw her come around the corner only a few feet away from his room. He reached out with his mind and ‘read’ her going through all sorts of emotions. She was scared, eager, kind of angry, yet overall, she was just plain . . . horny. In fact, she was one huge bundle of sexual energy that he wanted to tame. Being in that condition, he really wished she would hurry and enter the room. Then he had an idea. Maybe he could ‘push’ his thoughts to her and make her obey.

‘Hurry up. Come to me quickly,’ he reflected. As he pushed that thought, she picked up her pace and walked in a hurry towards his room. That was exciting for him . . . but it could still be a coincidence. It would be fun to test his hypothesis.

Then he looked up at her while sitting in a student desk and said “Hey. Thanks for coming. Close the door and come with me back to my office. I am EAGER to meet and SEE you. Follow me,” he said focusing on her mind.

“I . . . uh . . .” She faltered and stopped talking.

Tom realized he had become the extremely horny one . . . and he was slightly surprised at the new level of suggestion that he was now commanding. They entered the office, briefly discussed when she was expected home . . . and satisfied things would work out for a half hour or so . . . he locked the door and sat behind his desk slowly rubbing his lengthening shaft. He thought if she would just pull her top up so he could see her titties . . . that would be a GREAT start . . . and then he began with his mind tricks . . . ‘Put your book bag down and pull up your top for me . . . so I can look at your tits.’ He mentally pushed his thoughts once again with a smile on his face, but never audibly said anything.

She looked at him and slightly tilted her head almost like a dog attempting to understand his command. She put down her book bag and then started to reach for her shirt. Tom felt her mind react to her actions and she quickly stopped herself.

He said, “Why did you stop? You know I want to see them. Go ahead and continue.” He pushed . . . ‘Do it. Pull it up. It will be great. You WANT to do it. You WANT me to see your fully sprouted titties.’

She sort of flinched, and then her hands grabbed her shirt and lifted it up and off. He held out his hand for the shirt and she handed it to him, somewhat surprised. He placed it on the couch.

“Nice. Thank you. You are VERY pretty and super SEXY for an 8th grader . . . did you know that?” She felt his eyes examine her developing body and wondered what he was thinking . . . and what taking off her bra might do . . . to his increase his excitement. He felt her ‘smile’ inside when he complimented her and she began to relax with her new teacher.

“Come closer and turn around so I can help you, ” he offered. She again had some internal conflicts. Scared of getting caught in school . . . topless WITH a male teacher.

‘Come here. Turn around,’ he pushed.

She stepped closer and turned. Tom ran his hands up her back and softly rubbed her neck with his thumbs. He ‘read’ her and felt what she liked and wanted him to do. He used his ‘reading’ to ease her mind. She wasn’t sure she wanted her bra off, so he just moved down and rubbed her back. When he rubbed her shoulders, he felt her soften both with her muscles and her mind. ‘This feels good to you. Say it. Tell me it feels good . . . and that you want me to take off your bra’.

Amy opened her dry mouth and all she could utter was a soft croak. She was boiling over inside . . . as evidenced by her damp pussy leaking in between her legs. Tom was making her feel sooo good. He was gentle and calm and not all crazy like the boys in her grade. She kept thinking she heard him in her head. Naw, that’s not possible. There! She ‘heard’ him again. She DID want to do this, in fact she wanted to be naked in front of this horny teacher. She moistened her lips, swallowed, and tried again.

“That feels nice. I want . . . I want you to take my bra off . . . and keep rubbing me . . . ALL over please, but especially my tits,” she insisted.

“OK,” he said with a wide smile on his face. He knew from this point onwards, she would do whatever he commanded . . . and his thick cock was now fully erect for her to see, despite still being covered by his pants.

Tom moved his hands to the clasp in the back of her white cotton bra and undid it. It was simple when he was looking at it. He doubted he could do it without looking, which was often the case during high school when he tried to fondle his girlfriend’s tits. The back strap popped free. He moved his hands back up to her shoulders and rubbed the upper part of her body almost like a masseuse. His fingers dug softly in and squeezed. He moved his hands outward and the shoulder straps slipped off. He looked over her shoulders and noticed her hands were holding her bra in place over those delightful titties.

‘Turn around and hand me your bra . . . and SHOW ME YOUR TITTIES’, he pushed.

He felt her mind scream in anticipation. She turned but he kept his hands lightly on her shoulders, rubbing, but closer to her neck. She faced him. She hesitated . . . but slowly pulled the bra from her chest and handed it to him. Her young breasts were perfect he thought. About the size of oranges with two very stiff pink nipples poking outwards from her light brown nickel sized areolas on display. He wanted to just fondle them, but knew that time would come later.

“Ohhhhhhhh, VERY NICE titties,” he said leaning slightly over and burning their image into his mind for later when he stroked his shaft in reference to what he was now experiencing in the flesh. “Thank you for showing them to me,” he said out loud. And then as he continued to be thankful for her uncovered orbs, he pushed a thought into her mind. ‘You want me to rub them don’t you? Just ask me . . . tell me you want me to.’

Amy was standing in front of Tom . . . in his office . . . NAKED from the waist up. At that moment, she was more anxious that he wouldn‘t like her . . . might even think her body was too undersized to fool around with . . . like she did with her uncle recently. But deep inside, she secretly wanted the rest of her clothes OFF.

“Please rub them,” she begged moving her finger tips to her nipples and briefly pinching them. “I want you . . . oh please . . . just to rub them.”

“Rub what Amy? Tell me,” he teased.

“I need my titties rubbed . . . I’m getting SOOO horny being like this . . . in front of you,” she purred.

Her mind was almost howling with her sexual needs. His hands moved slowly. He drifted them across her neck, down the middle of her chest with both hands, between her tits, barely touching them. Basically teasing and delaying what they both wanted. She gasped, somewhat disappointed . . . as he passed them by. He spread his hand out on her belly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer until she was standing between his spread legs and a cock that now lewdly pushed out the fabric of his jeans. Her tits were inches from his face. He squeezed her sides, then moved his hands up an inch and squeezed and rubbed her firm skin . . . then moved his hands up another inch. He was close. She was panting, watching him. She made sure her arms were spread away from her side . . . allowing him . . . just the room he needed . . . to feel up her titties.

He felt her mentally scream ‘Hurry up’. He looked up at her face and moved his hands onto the bottom of her small tits. Her face was frozen, watching him. Her mouth was open, her tongue was just peeking out, but her eyes were WIDE open. He moved his fingers from side to side.

He felt her mind scream, ‘Rub them and pinch them and bring me off!’

Slowly, he moved his hands up and cupped her young breast. He felt her firm nipple . . . pushing into his palm . . . which excited him as much as it did her. She sighed and tilted her head back. His fingers started to play with her tits. He would squeeze the whole tit, then he would tweak her hard nipple. She just stood there beginning to heave a sigh . . . followed by a soft moan. He moved his hands to her back and she looked down at him. He felt her frustration and her need. He felt her confusion. He leaned his head in and SUCKED her whole tit into his mouth, capturing all of the tender mound inside, while vigorously wiggling his tongue over her stiff nipple.

‘Yesssss’ Her mind was almost in a state of unyielding pleasure. He sucked harder. ‘Yessss’ she secretly murmured. ‘He even bit the nipple and flicked his tongue over the hard tip . . .YESSSSSS!’

He pulled back and pushed her softly so they had a foot or so between them. He looked at the disappointment on her face, but was aroused as her shiny breasts were now soaked with his hot spit.

‘Take off your pants. I want to see and finger your pussy,’ he pushed into her mind. Her hands moved to her pants, and then momentarily stopped. Her mind focused on what she was doing and she got scared again. This was going too fast. Anyone could come in and suddenly ruin her bliss with this very handsome man.

Tom sensed her dilemma and determinedly pushed the thought again . . . ‘Take off your pants. It will feel nice to be finally naked here with me and you will soon cum . . . like never before’.

She moved her hands to the button at the top of her zipper and undid it. Then she got the courage and slowly unzipped and pushed her pants down just past her pink panties, but she only got so far, as his hands were urgently on her . . . again rubbing her waist with one hand and softly molding her ripe titties with the other. His hands slid past her waist and grabbed her thoroughly soaked panties and pulled them down . . . not wanting any further delay.

He got to where her pants were and continued to push down even further. The garments now bunched at her knees and got stuck. But Tom didn’t notice. He was side tracked while staring at her moist 15-year-old pussy. There wasn’t any hair visible . . . just the way he liked it. He suddenly went into overdrive as his hands slipped up and grabbed her hips. He pulled her close again as he leaned his head down. He began to rub his pants covered stiff cock over that hairless pussy.

Back and forth he rubbed. Soon her dampness had begun to wet the front of his pants and the underside of his cock began to ache with desire, as he positioned it over her clit. Back and forth . . . and up and down he continued this form of foreplay, knowing what he was doing to the girl. He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up, so that her cute bare ass was now on his desk.

Like a mad man . . . he yanked down her pants and panties until they got stuck on her shoes. He felt through the bottom of the tangled clothes and pulled them off . . . leaving on . . . only her white socks. He had enjoyed sending her commands, but now it was time to take control.

“What are you feeling right now . . . Amy?” he teased.

“This is so awesome . . . being like this in front of you,” she said, wanting badly to rub her pussy.

“If I wasn’t here right now . . . what would you be doing?” he said pulling down his zipper and allowing the fabric of his boxers to burst through the opening . . . fully displaying the shape and size of his COCK hidden just barely underneath. She suddenly turned scarlet, but mumbled . . .

“Getting myself off,” she whispered.

“Do IT!” he shouted. “I want to see you rub that pussy and twist your titties for me.” With relief on her face . . . the teen girl slid her fingers into her wet pussy and began to dip two and then three fingers into her opening. Her other hand moved up her sweaty stomach and then captured the nearest breast and soon had her nipple in between her fingers . . . fondling her buds with animal-like delight.

This carnal display motivated him further as he unsnapped his pants and pulled both his boxers and his trousers down to the floor and then stepped out of them. He was now almost in a trance . . . as he watched the little temptress continue towards her certain climax. He grasped his cock and began to manipulate it up and down. He moved right up to her and lewdly continued to fondle his shaft. Her eyes were now on his big cock and she couldn’t help but notice it was even bigger than her uncle’s.

For the next few minutes, the two sexual deviants brought themselves closer to orgasm by watching each other manipulate their bodies. Tom knew he would explode any second, and elected to slow down the stroking of his organ and instead watch Amy . . . who he knew was close. Almost immediately, she began to shiver and shake and a welcomed climax . . . electrified her young body. For the next few minutes, he watched her young figure wobble with sexual relief. As she sat still for a few moments. . . it was now his turn to satisfy . . . his own fantasies.

“I want you to kneel here on my pants Amy,” he said. After doing so . . . Amy looked up and saw the monstrous size of his unspent COCK moving from side to side. He guided her to the ground, so she was kneeling at his feet. "Now I'm going to give you . . . a front row view . . . of what it looks like for a guy to cum and shoot his load." He began to once again stroke his cock faster, and faster . . . staring down at his nude student, and he felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached.

"Open your mouth," he groaned.

"But . . ." she began . . . not ever being in this position before in front of a guy. "DO IT!" he growled. She opened her mouth wide and he stroked his stiff shaft faster, the cum rushing up his cock. The first spurt caught her on the tongue, then seconds later . . .filling her small mouth . . . with his hot semen. He then waved his cock around, coating her face and small breasts with his hot slimy cum. Rope after rope of slippery cum continued to belch out of the tip of his cock, causing him to almost fall over with pleasure.

After several minutes . . . his orgasm subsided. He pushed his big cock into her small mouth and let the last few squirts dribble onto her tongue. It was over so fast . . . but he knew this was just a little appetizer for what they were going to do in the future and maybe with a train of other boys . . . since she liked cocks so much.



“Tonight I want you to email me what you and your horny uncle did recently,” he said looking down at the red faced minx . . . complete with her face covered with his cum.

“How do you know about that?” she asked fully surprised.

“Don’t worry . . . I am a great secret keeper. And besides . . . what might happen . . . if everyone found out?” She starred up at the man, but looked at his semi-erect cock and knew she wanted that shaft . . . deep inside her pussy . . . one day . . . and would do whatever it took to make that happen.



Episode 2

Amy got dressed after their first encounter in Tom’s school office. He was eager to see whether she had emailed a summary of the trysts she had earlier in the day before school with her uncle. After getting a snack in the kitchen, he went into his bedroom and went to his email. Thumbing through various postings by school colleagues . . . he finally opened one called “Uncle Phil”.

Dear Mr. Tom Johnson,

I still don’t know how you know all about me and my Uncle Phil since no one else was there, but here is what happened. My mom had me go over to his apartment early this morning, which is not too far away. He was in an accident recently and I had agreed to help him with his rehabilitation. His normal rehab was on his leg that was damaged and he had to do stretches, bends, flexes etc. But today, I thought a massage like his doctor showed me . . . would be best.

I asked if I could go to the bathroom and grab the baby oil from the medicine cabinet. When I returned, he had taken off all his clothes . . . except for his underwear. But I also noticed . . . he had gone one step further and repositioned his “thing” . . . uh cock and underwear to make it show better (I am guessing), with the cock on one side, nuts on the other side, and then tightened up the material as much as possible. Since I had not really seen a guy’s cock before, at least not a real one . . . I have to admit this was kinda exciting for me . . . since it was the first time.

Anyway, with him on the couch I got on the floor between his legs, with the baby oil, and BAM . . . my eyes stared at his privates . . . and this stare lasted a long time . . . as I was able to make out the shape, head, and full outline of his cock. He asked if I could massage his leg with the oil and I said ‘sure’. I asked where it needed to be massaged and he said "Up, over the knee". Well, over his knee and bandage, and under the underwear only left about 5 inches! So I put some baby oil on my hands and was about to start. Then he said, "It is best to squirt the oil on the leg first, and then rub it in quickly . . . before it makes a mess".

I said ‘ok’, squeezed the bottle, and then put my two hands on his leg and started to rub . . . being as careful as possible NOT to touch his underwear. I did this a second time but I hit his underwear with the spray of the oil and kinda froze, not knowing what to do. He smiled, and said it was okay and then slowly pulled his underwear up a bit to allow me access to the area that got oil on it . . . and then he asked me to rub it in.

So I did, and began rubbing . . . but I accidentally brushed up against his cock through the underwear . . . AND I noticed his shaft began to get VERY hard, and I saw the fabric move and tighten . . . but I kept rubbing his upper leg . . . still unintentionally rubbing his cock a bit too, although not on purpose. Then all of a sudden I looked up at him on the sofa, and he said: "Well this pair of underwear is dirty anyway," and he SPRAYED a big squirt of oil all over his shorts. When he finished I looked down, and with his thin white soaked underwear . . . all so drenched with baby oil, I could DEFINITELY SEE his full cock with no imagination needed. He looked me in the eye and said “Better rub right here" (pointing to his shaft) and without thinking I began rubbing his cock . . . through the fabric. It was all hard but kinda squishy too.

I knew what I was doing was wrong and kinda dirty, but at the same time REALLY exciting. So I rubbed and gently squeezed his cock and alternated between embarrassingly looking at him and directing my focus on his cock and this went on for about 5 minutes. His cock was now ROCK HARD (maybe 8” LONG), and his underwear was pointed up and out. Then he asked:

"Amy, do you know what has happened to me?” I immediately stopped and looked up at him, not saying a word. "Do you know that you have given me a hard on, you know . . . a boner, an erection"? I remember saying, "Is that what it is called?" and he said, "Yes and the reason why . . . is because you have gotten me all excited". I kept stroking him . . . as we talked through . . . what I was doing to him.

"Is this the first guy’s hard-on . . . you have ever seen?" he asked . . . and I said quickly “Yes”. He said, "Well, you have not really SEEN it yet, have you" and with that he quickly yanked down his boxers and pulled them off, and his HARD cock sprang right up. The glistening dark purple head was now totally covered with baby oil. Then he said:

"Stay there. I like what you are doing, and I know you LIKE rubbing it, don’t you . . . Amy? So . . . Curl your hand around my shaft, squeeze it a bit more and pump it up and down.” Being very curious and at the same time super eager . . . I wrapped my slippery fingers around his bare cock, first with one hand, then soon with the second one and began to move it up and down for him. Then he said, “I am going to FINISH in a second...so please keep doing that". Not knowing what he meant by ‘finish”, I continued to jerk on his long cock and then he said, "Now when I am finishing, do not be alarmed, but you will see some white stuff come out of the end of my BIG cock".

Then almost immediately, he started to shoot his stuff out of the tip . . . not once . . . but like five times in a row! After about the third shot . . . he covered my hands with his and changed the angle towards my face. Then I watched his cum . . . shoot out and land all over my mouth and lips. He kept doing it and then he told me to go clean up afterwards . . . and now you know all about it. How about we meet again tomorrow after school? I have a friend I want you to meet . . . as well as her twin sister. Maybe you can get them to do some naughty stuff too, and we can watch together. See you after school tomorrow.  –Amy

Needless to say, Tom had pulled out his long shaft after the first paragraph of reading and shot his wad . . . twice trying to get through the email. This was becoming very interesting he thought and as he corrected some assignments into the evening, he was curious who Amy would be bringing to his room after school.

NEXT DAY-A VOYEUR’S DREAM

The day seemed to drag on slightly, probably in anticipation for what the new teacher was hoping to witness after school. A few minutes after the final bell rang, Amy sprinted into his room and Tom noticed she was wearing a light blue baby ribbed spaghetti strapped tank and a pair of white shorts. He couldn’t detect any hint of underwear which was why his cock was already swollen stiff.



“How did you like my email last night?” she asked curiously, with a smile on her face.

“I loved it! I can’t wait until you and your uncle have another massage session and you tell me all about it . . . and I’ll bet he can’t either.” Using his power of suggestion, he told her to roll up her top and show him her titties. Without any hesitation, she faced him and slowly and seductively unveiled her hidden treasures. His cock immediately shot upwards . . . even further as she pulled the fabric up past her developing breasts and he could once again see her orange sized titties with two very stiff pink nipples poking outwards from her light brown nickel sized areolas. She pulled the material over her shoulders so that he could continue to enjoy the show.

“Very exciting to see your nipples already stiff,” he said, still mesmerized by her teen assets. “So who will be joining us today?”

“Tammy, my best friend, and her twin sister, who is also an 8th grader. Tammy and I have done some naughty things at sleepovers and she told me she wanted to see her sister’s body all NAKED and to fool around with her . . . but has never had the chance to . . . since she is more of a private person. I thought this might be the perfect opportunity . . . especially if you can get them going . . . with that extremely horny mind of yours,” she said with a wink. Almost on cue there was a knock at the door and Amy quickly lowered her top and briskly went to answer it.

Tom remained behind his desk and just watched the dynamics as the girls greeted each other. Their chit-chat lasted a few minutes and then he began to probe their minds and see what suggestions he could force into their psyches. He immediately made his presence almost stealth-like so that the trio would not be intimidated by his presence. He communicated this to Amy, and she used her mind to tell him she understood.

There was a comfortable wide cot folded up behind his desk and Amy pulled it out and opened it up. She had mentioned that Emma, the twin sister, looked a little flushed and wondered whether she wanted to lie down. Tom, using his mental powers, immediately placed a lewd suggestion in everyone’s minds, unzipped his pants, and let the show begin.

“Emma, why don’t you just lie down for a few minutes and maybe you will feel better,” her sister offered leading her over to the cot.

“That might be best,” she said. As he peered into Tammy’s mind he realized she was becoming very aroused about being with her sister. She helped Emma lay out on the cot and then said:



“I think I can help make you feel a LOT better sis . . . trust me.” Tammy climbed on to the cot with her knees on either side of Emmy’s waist. She bent lower till her face was inches away from her sister. At this distance, Emma could smell the scent of strawberries coming from Tammy . . . a scent she LOVED. The twin girl softly blew on Emma's face, moving the strands of hair to the side. Tammy could now look into Emma's hazel eyes. Tammy hovered over her sister for some time as both just stared into each other’s eyes.

Tammy's eyes burned with passion, alarming Emma at first. Tammy then bent lower till her lips lightly touched her sisters. The kiss was soft and lasted for a brief second. When Tammy backed away, Emma could now understand the passion within her eyes. It was not a passion of being sexually dominant . . . but a thirst for caring, respect and understanding. This understanding eased Emma's stress level and allowed her to relax. As Tom carefully watched, he sent signals to the two sisters to disregard Amy’s presence in the room and then transmitted the thoughts into Amy’s mind that she was to strip naked and watch closely what the girls were going to do with each other.

Staring at them . . . she unconsciously pulled off her top, followed by her shorts and thin cotton panties and pulled up a chair, and then turned it around so that she could watch more closely what was about to happen, but at the same time faced Tom to add to his excitement. The chair was open in the back and she deliberately straddled it so that her moist hairless pussy was now pulled open to his constant stare.

Tammy saw her sister relax which gave her courage to continue. She bent down once more and pressed down on Emma's lips with her own. Tammy's lips parted to allow her tongue to exit her mouth. Her tongue now stood in front of Emma’s lips waiting for them to open. When they did not, her tongue started making circles on her sister’s lips, exciting them. Finally, Emma's lips parted and Tammy’s tongue entered like a slippery cock head. Her tongue roamed around Emma's mouth, licking her gums and then running over her teeth.

Tammy's tongue explored the top of the mouth, tickling Emma in the process. By second nature, Emma's tongue darted to the roof of her mouth to stop the tickling. Emma's tongue was ambushed by Tammy, so Emma fought back by circling over her tongue. The fight soon turned playful . . . as the sibling’s tongues danced around each other joyfully. Tammy's tongue retreated back into its own home and Emma's lips parted and stayed open.

Then it started again, as Emma's tongue darted out of her mouth and pushed through Tammy's lips. Their kiss lasted a minute as both tongues were busy playing with each other. When the kiss ended, Tammy whispered into her sister’s ear, “Do you want more?” Emma emitted a passionate “YES!”

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