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Educating Karol

By: WillingWolf



My name is Karol and I am a second year student studying English Lit. I am based in London where my parents, originally from Sweden have now lived for the last eight years. Consequently I went to school here from the age of twelve, growing up just about bilingual, but, I am pleased to say looking every part of the blonde Swedish nymphet stereotypes seen on film. I did pretty well at school considering the little language difficulty at first and passed good 'A' levels to get a place at University. I have found going to Uni here amazing. I am having such a good time, and learning a lot about your English books, both ancient and very modern. It's a great course, and the Prof isn't bad either! He makes you really feel at home in his apartment where we have the occasional more intimate readings. I don't mean intimate as in intimate. This is where my English falls down. I mean intimate as in six or seven of us reading and discussing the book in front of a roaring log fire with a glass of wine. That intimate. 

I stayed in halls for the first year and made many new friends. The second year of course we had to find our own accommodation and as my fathers job with the embassy is in London he has had to give me an allowance big enough to share a flat with a few other students. Thank you Pappa. This is a little tale about that flat.

There are five of us living together. Actually that's not quite correct, Pete dropped out a month back, mid-way through the second term of this second year, so there are four of us sharing a house about two miles from the campus, although Pete does come back and see us from time to time. Mainly when he needs a bed for the night because he missed his train home. He was almost a local boy to Liverpool here. 

So here we are, a really mixed bag, both in backgrounds and degrees. Bled is doing biology, and is from Croatia. Football appears to be her one true love. She both plays and of course enjoys watching her national team play. She is very nationalistic. And fit! And clever! Her English is even better than mine. 

Allie is next. A Scottish girl from Aberdeen, doing film studies, and I thought Bled was nationalistic. Woah. If she could wear the woad blue dye that she keeps talking about she would. She likes to keep showing us the film Braveheart in order to tell us how much the Scots have been trodden down. And that would start Pete off about what the Vikings did to the Liverpudlians in years gone by. As I ask him what is wrong with a little rape and pillage?

Bob psychology. He was an orphan brought up by foster parents in Bath. Bath Rugby Club supporters. He claimed not to be interested in sport at all but would always make sure he just happened to be in the pub to watch the match when the Internationals were on. 

Bled and I were the first to get acquainted in our first halls and really got on very well together. I met Allie when we shared a class where modern Literature meets film. 

Pete and Bob were also floor buddies from their first halls and Pete had shared a few classes with Bled as he was doing sports Physio. She used to tell me about this fit boy in her class and one day we met him with Bob, who was even bigger and fitter, although awfully shy. Pete had a girlfriend back at home as it turned out, but despite this we all got on well. When we started looking for flats Allie Bled and I thought it would be a good idea to share with a couple of boys. They might introduce us to a few more fit boys.

As Allie pointed out we did sound like an old film title, Bob and Karol, Bled and Allie. As we were not around watching films when the original came out she had to tell us the original title 'Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice', to explain the joke. She does like to compare everything in life to old films. She is definitely doing the correct degree. She did get one thing wrong in her analogy. Unlike in the film there was no sex going on between the four of us. The only one who was getting any was lucky old Pete. As it happened Pete did not hang around for long. His girlfriend and local friends were too much of a pull. 

Pete was the stable one until he started clubbing and doing E with a new girl friend he met at a rave. He had been Mr. Organised. The house was organised by rota, cooking was easier because he had organised funds that we had to contribute towards, but would provide herbs and cooking staples, cleaning because he had another one to buy soap powders and things. Use of the communal lounge for visiting friends was rationed so that the five of us residents could all get together. The house functioned like a dream leaving us to concentrate on studying. At least that was the theory. But it did work well and the bonus was that we all got on.

The three of us girls had been friends since the first year so when we had to move off campus we were always going to go together. The house we liked and could afford had five small rooms so that decided the number of tenants that we needed. Luckily Bob and Pete had decided that they were going to share a flat somewhere and had been unable to find a really small one for two. Two boys were good for security and fun to have around. We also expected them to be less bitchy than another couple of girls. We had a long chat one evening before we committed to move in together and they appeared to have no bad habits, apart from the normal toilet seat one. I had a brother and was used to this, but Bled and Allie never could get used to it. 

Pete really caused a lot of hassle by disappearing mid term. Of course, because he had been organised about collecting money we had his deposit for the house, which helped but still left us tight week by week. But it was his rotas and nagging we really missed, the house began to get scruffier by the week. 

It was Allie who hit on the ideas of fines for not doing jobs around the house, and then me I think who said that we could not afford fines, but would settle for penalties or forfeits. The first month everything worked out well. Penalties for not cleaning or cooking on your set days were set for example, doing all the washing up for a week, doing the laundry run for every ones clothes. 

One evening we were all sitting in the lounge gossiping and sharing a box of wine, a major staple of our diet, when Bob said 'You know this is still not working as well as it used to. The penalties are not difficult enough and too boring. Perhaps we should make someone shoplift a case of wine if they miss cleaning the loo this week.' 

That triggered a suggested range of ludicrous penalties. Before we knew where we were, we would have been bank robbers and then eventually the modern equivalent of Guy Fawkes as we demonstrated out student desires to blow up Parliament. 

Bled did point out that she particularly would have problems with anything illegal as she only had a student visa and did not want to be sent home in disgrace to Dubrovnik. 

Trust a boy to come up with the next idea. 'Sex'. He said and we laughed. 'Sexual favours if the cleaning is not done on time.' 

'Yeah riiight,' we continued to laugh. 'Have you noticed perhaps that as the only boy here that that might be a little too biased to your advantage.' Again the conversation went on to ludicrous extremes as one or another of us were prostituted or sold into slavery for burning the toast. 

'But seriously,' said Bob 'let us all write a forfeit, put it in a hat and draw one out if there is one to be given'.

The wine we had drunk pushed us into agreeing and we had a semi-serious discussion at last and Bob collected 4 pieces of paper and a pen. It all went quiet for 10 minutes and four little pieces of folded paper were sitting on the table. 

'Och, do we look at them now?' said Allie her Scottish accent becoming stronger as the excitement unfolded.

'Not until someone needs to,' Bob insisted. 'The anticipation is half the fun,' spoke the Psychologist inside. 

Later that week there was no bread for toast. It was on your list they said to me.

'I just forgot it. Sorry. I will get it tomorrow.' 

'Forfeit,' they all shouted together as they rushed into the lounge to retrieve the pot the papers were in. I have always been a sport so said. 'Listen lets read them out, we are dying to know what they say and I will do the last one.' 

Well that was unanimous. I was not too worried, nobody would have gone over the top would they. I began to feel a tightening in my groin as I pulled out the first one, mine as it turned out.

'Wash everyone's underwear by hand for a week.' To laughter.

'Fully undress in front of all of us.' 

We looked at Bob and he blushed. 'What makes you think that was me?' he said. 

That got me a little worried that I had misunderstood how serious this game could get. It also appealed to my slightly voyeuristic nature that I would have liked someone else to get that one.

'Wear no knickers for a week.' I had really misunderstood the nature of my flat mates. 

Shivering slightly I unfolded the fourth one.

'Describe in detail your loss of virginity.'

I laughed. I do not do English Literature for nothing. I could tell a story. It crossed my mind to make up a story of a black Caribbean hunk on a beach in Barbados. His black skin against my lilywhite blonde complexion. Do you think I could tell them how he tragically killed himself next day on his surf-board. They recognized the signs of me thinking. 

'The truth now.' 

Well it was not a bad story anyway.

'Get me a bottle of wine. Are you sitting comfortably, then I will begin.'

'It was the night after my sixteenth birthday.'

'Yeaah right.'

'No really. Truthfully. I had been going steady for about three months with a boy in the year above me at school called Kevin. He had not been my first boyfriend but the earlier ones were just long kisses and gropes mainly over our clothes. Kevin was a bit of a slow starter but we had already gone well past kissing. I had experimented with him and ended up giving him a sort of blow-job in the park under the trees on about our fifth or sixth time out. It was my first experience of anything like that and I thought it was really fun to watch him spurt. He wanted to fuck me but we agreed to wait until I was sixteen in a matter of days. My birthday was a Saturday and we had a family party with my Grandparents coming over from Sweden, but Sunday was going to be my main present I hoped. I have always been quite busty and at sixteen, with a push'em up bra and a gap between my teeth I felt I was quite the St.Trinians girl. That afternoon we went round to his house while his parents were at his married sister's. 

We kissed for a while and he had his hands up under my jumper reaching down inside my bra and I thought I was going to die of passion. I was feeling tense and itchy in my knickers. He did not wait to undress me but pushed me down to the sofa and pulled up my skirt around the waist, still kissing me feverishly. I could see that he really wanted to break away from the kiss and look what he was doing, but he did not have the nerve. He pulled my knickers down and off my feet and started to feel between my legs. He stopped that briefly, and pulled his trousers and pants down round his ankles and levered himself on top of me.

More by luck than judgement, he pushed his prick, which was reasonably long, deep into me and I remember screaming and clamping my legs around him. 

This triggered his reaction and there it was gone. His orgasm and my virginity had come and gone in a trice. I was left feeling a little ... well was that it? I had read the books, where were the bells ringing and the earth moving. Had I had an orgasm? Should I not be able to tell? Anyway that was it.' I shrugged. 'That's all there was to losing my virginity. It did get more fun later but I am pleased to say with someone else, a bit older who knew what he was doing to me.'

The other three laughed and before I knew what was going on everyone else was telling the stories of their first times. My forfeit had gone fairly well, but horrors, we now had to choose four more. I had recognised from two of the earlier challenges that I had got off fairly lightly and now that I had done one, surely the odds were against me getting another one.

I thought long and hard about the undressing and wrote down 'Take and show porno photographs of yourself.' I just hoped I did not pull it myself. 

Well a few days later Allie missed her day to clean the toilet and so there we were gathered again around the ubiquitous bottle of wine. She admitted that she should have cleaned it and was resigned to her pick. 'Before I do,' she said indignantly. 'What about Bob and his not lifting the toilet seat.'

'Absolutely right,' agreed Bled and who was I to disagree. 

'I think we have two picks this time.' I said eager for someone else to step up to the plate, 'but this time shall we leave the others untouched and just add to them to give a bigger choice.

This was unanimously agreed and Bob pulled out the first one. It was my one about the porno pictures. Bob actually looked to relish that one.

'I have a friend with a Polaroid,' he said. 'Friday evening I will do them and show them.'

Allie was going a little pink, I knew how she had felt. She pulled out a variation on the 'no knickers.'

'Oh no,' she said. 'No knickers until Monday and only allowed a mini skirt'.

We all laughed. 'Up you go and change'. 

She came down 10 minutes later wearing a really short mini and black tights with a happy smile. 

'Oh no you don't,' we said as a group. 'Where is the penalty if that is what you are going to wear.' 

'If you wear those there will be another pick as well,' I added.

We sat around here chanting 'Off! Off! Here and now!'

Her freckles seemed to join up as she went pink and, turning her back particularly on Bob, she slipped her hands under her skirt and pulled them down. Bob by now is leaning right back in the chair lowering his body to look up at her.

'Give us a twirl,' he grinned.

But she sat down and wriggled deep into the chair. Of course within half an hour and another couple of bottles, Bob said 'So you are a natural blonde then.' And we all laughed except Allie and added a few more challenges into the pot. 

We were looking forward to Friday as Bob had arrived home camera in hand. 'I will be about half an hour,' he said as all of us girls sat around in the lounge with a bottle. Bob was nearer the hour and a couple of bottles. He claimed to have to experiment with the timer and the focussing and certainly the first few shots he showed us could have been anything. 

Eventually there was one in focus from the front showing a respectable size prick and balls but still half hanging. The next one was him bending over and you could even see the hairs on his arse. We pretended to be disgusted with this to cries of 'Would your mum recognise that one?' The next two or three were front on and side views of his rampant cock and really it was not too bad at all. He was obviously proud of it, so we had to take the mickey, but really... well ... He attracted a few sideways glances. The last one made us cry out in shock. It was a cum shot but there on his bed, the aiming point for his shots were our teddy bears that he had collected from our bedrooms. 

Bled was livid. She jumped to her feet and tried to hit him before storming up the stairs. It was next day before we saw her again when she said that she was sorry that she had over-reacted and that she had added another couple of challenges to the pot in the hope of getting even with Bob. Her Teddy had suffered no terminal damage and was not even pregnant she revealed with a grin. 

Sunday was the last day for Allies punishment and as we sat around talking we asked how it had been all week. She grinned and said that she had enjoyed it and would do it again. She had needed to masturbate on two or three occasions and had really become quite forgetful about how she sat. She did not need to tell us that, as we had had an eyeful on more than one occasion of both her bum and glimpses of pubic hair She had a very nice pert bottom and sparse blonde hair. 

'Lets have a little fun,' said Bob 'and pull out a couple for this evening. Just to have a laugh.' 

We were all up for this expecting Bled to have to go first but she quite rightly insisted on drawing lots. Anyway I lost and drew out to my great embarrassment 'Give a half hour underwear fashion show.' 

This quite tickled my sense of the ridiculous and I rushed off to find some clean underwear. I found four clean lots but by the time I came down with the first lot on but by then they had decided I needed to show seven lots with a mininum of fourteen items. I rustled around and found two more sets in the wash bin but was then stuck. That's all I had.

Bob said not to worry he would supply the tenth as he had purchased something suitable for the show after putting in the suggestion himself. If I say so myself I looked good and got loads of applause. My bras were all fairly modest and included sports bras and my panties, including a nice line in french knickers were really not too revealing. No worse than a day on the beach. The last of my nine had included stocking and suspenders and my briefest panties and balcony bra and I know I looked good. Bob grinned and gave me a bag to go upstairs with. ' Leave on the stockings' he said. 'They will almost match.' The underwear lived up to my worst fears. Clear pink net bra and panties with a split crotch. Oh dear. I heard Bob and the other two laughing and I knew he was telling them about it. Oh well in for a penny I thought, slung on some high heels and paraded around the room to various degrees of jealousy and lust. 'Sit down and stay like that all evening,' said Bob, and for some reason I did. It had started turning me on and I could not help but think of the size of Bob's dick that we had seen pictures of earlier. 

'Who is next?' I said. 'It must be Bled.' And so it turned out.

'A striptease.' Well Allie and I were pleased that it brought Bled down to the undressed level of the two of us. Bob certainly wasn't unhappy either.

Bled gulped, finished and refilled her glass as Bob went to the CD player. An album of soul was his choice and she stood up after a deep breath, with the opening bars. 

Bled has an olive complexion and long black hair, long slim legs and body and has always moaned about the small size of her breasts. 

She moved slowly, gyrating to the music, eyes closed and slowly rubbing her breasts, hands moving down to her thighs. She peeled back her cardigan, an unusual item for a stripper, her pink strappy top showing the straps of a white bra beneath. This top was the next item to go and was sensuously peeled over her head to a round of applause and encouraging calls. Her lacy white bra really looked good against her dark body and while her breasts were not large, the bra pushed them enticingly forward. I began to doubt my sexuality. I had only ever felt straight, but the dampness between my legs caused by the fashion parade began again. I noticed Bob adjusting his trousers as Bled turned away from him and started to unzip her calf length skirt. She wore no tights, stockings or slip so her skirt was lowered over her slim bottom and long, long legs displaying matching lacy hi-leg panties and a prominent mound of hair. Now coincidentally the music changed to a slightly faster number and she looked us in the eyes and pushed out her hips. You could see she was starting to enjoy it. A damp patch was visibly growing, dragging our eyes back to her panties. She slipped off the straps of her bra holding it with one arm against her, until eventually it was thrown onto her chair. The atmosphere was tense, the challenge had not said how far the striptease had to go. Would she continue? Minutes passed as I jealously admired her legs and athletic poise. She bent from the waist in front of Bob, her legs wide apart and dropped to the splits. She rolled over on the floor like a gymnast and then lay still for seconds. Should we applaud? Was it over? She started massaging her breasts again lying on the floor. Her hands snaked down to her hips and she rolled the elastic of her panties to hip level, exposing an inch of dark fleecy pubic hair before she rolled onto her tummy. The elastic came halfway up her cheeks as she lay there. She got to her knees with her head lowered to the floor. The elastic of her panties rolled further down her bottom exposing most of the cheeks and covering merely her vulva. She got to her feet and they slipped to the floor and were kicked away. Her hair continued to obscure her lips but as she danced and bent and eventually went into the splits again her deep red gash showed fleetingly through. The track finished and she bowed deeply to each of us in turn, showing more to the person sitting behind her than perhaps she realised. But maybe not!


Educating Karol



Bob shuffled around pouring wine trying not to show the huge erection ballooning the front of his trouser. I noticed he also raised the heating in the room a few degrees. He did not want us getting cold. 

'Stay as you are,' he commanded again and Bled climbed into her chair and snuggled sheepishly. 

'Who's next then,' Bob said to Allie and she pointed out that he was still fully clothed and she wasn't. 

'Ok' said Bob reaching for the pot, intent on keeping the atmosphere hot at all costs. 

'Choose a member of the opposite sex to be two models on whom a biology student will demonstrate the parts of the body and their differences.' He read. 

'Wow,' we thought. Who the hell put that one in. 

We knew it had to be Bob as he was showing no surprise in the least. 

A still naked Bled, the biology student, dived in and in her best school ma'am voice said 'I am ready for the lesson. Where are my models.' 

Bob looked at Allie and pointed at her, 'I think it must be you and I,' he said and Allie flushed.

They hesitantly stood and waited for the other to undress first. 

'Both together,' suggested Bob. 

They reached for their tee shirts and off they came, Bob now bare to the waist and pretty fit. Allie in a dark blue bra and skirt. Bob undid his trousers and Allie her bra and they dropped to the floor and were kicked away. Bobs erection showed strongly ballooning the front of his Jockey shorts, Allie's nipples were like coat hooks. Bob laughed and walking the yard that separated them, reaching for the button on her skirt. She responded by pulling his underpants down releasing a quite delightful uncircumcised thick cock, which was even better in real life than the pictures. Her skirt was quick to follow revealing as we expected her puffy little vulva with a sparse blonde covering.

'Lie on the floor face down,' began Bled, and with a laugh added 'I am better on the photosynthesis of plants than human biology.'

'Now pay careful attention,' she said to me. 'This is private one to one tuition and I do not want to waste my time. You kneel beside the female model. I will kneel this side.' 

'Let us compare both similarities and differences.'

She ran her fingers through their hair.

'Firstly the man, dark, short with a tendency to fall out in later life, the females hair long and blonde and really quite sensuous to feel. Think about the erogenous zones. We are all slightly different but here around the ears and neck is a strong one for both sexes. The shoulders and backs are similar bar the muscle development in the male. Under the arms can often be another erogenous zone. Note the slender frame of the female,' as she ran her hands down their bodies. I began to wish that I were doing biology at college.

'Now the buttocks, a similar more exaggerated aspect of the torso. See the lower profile of the female and feel the softness of her cheeks.' So I did at last put my moist itching fingers onto Allies soft and goose pimpled bottom. 'Compare this with the musculature and prominent profile of the male cheeks. Feel the difference.'

I followed her lead and smoothed, kneaded pinched and slapped a couple of times the four buttocks. 

Bled meantime had jumped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. 'Two ticks,' she said. I hardly missed her as I fondled these delightful specimens. 

On returning she said, 'Let us now look at the anus,' as she pulled Bobs cheeks apart.

'Can you do the same there please, to compare them. It is interesting to note that the sphincter, the anal muscle is the strongest muscle in the body,' as she passed me the butter dish. My eyebrows rose as she showed me her lubricated fingers. I pushed two fingers into the soft butter. 'Watch carefully,' she said as she pressured Bobs puckered brown ring. 'No,' he groaned in disbelief as her fore- finger disappeared to the second knuckle. 'Very definitely an erogenous area on the man with the prostate just inside and about .... here.' Bob jerked about and groaned even more. I wondered whether he had shot his load onto the floor underneath him. I was quick to follow her lead on Allie and watched her try to tighten her cheeks as I probed her slightly more delicate orifice. 

There was little doubt that all four of us were now enjoying ourselves, the models legs had gradually slipped apart and they were holding hands as they pushed their crotches into the rug.

'Nine and a half weeks,' said Allie, which confused us all until we realised it was a film connection.

'There is little doubt that this is one of the most flexible muscles as well,' continued Bled as we both substituted two fingers for one. 'For example you could easily slip a cucumber....'. The rest was drowned out by their cries of 'Nooooo' and my laughter. 

'To continue,' she said and we slipped our fingers out to groans, 'you will observe similar musculature in the legs. Turn over models.' 

They did so with alacrity pressing up against each other's sides for mutual support. 

Bled merely pointed out that the extremities of face and feet were individualistic and not worthy of comparison. 'It is worth noting again however that certain areas such as ears, underarms, toes and a gentle scratching of the upper sides of the waist can produce strong reactions from such erogenous zones. True to form both models writhed with pleasure as they were touched.

'Now the chest and breasts, male nipples purely decorative, female infant food generation. Both erogenous zones though but particularly the female.' She had been fondling Bob's nipples while talking and while erect, they could obviously not be compared to Allie's, who you could see from the fluttering of her hands was dying to play with her own. She leant over Bob to play with Allie's right breast. 

'Note the, in this case, small, brown aureolae and the erectile nipple.'

She started by running her hand under the breast squeezing gently and smoothing her fingers around the nipple without touching it. Allie squirmed quietly. Bob sat up to watch as Bled thumbed the nipple to elicit a groan. She motioned me to start playing with the other one so I repeated her technique until we were playing with her nipples. 

'Watch what happens when you pinch them,' says Bled firmly pinching both nipples. Even Bled was surprised as Allie started her orgasm. She buried her hands in the pit of her stomach and threshed on the floor. As she came down, to stay in control we held on to her hands to stop her playing with herself and her breathing slowly recovered. 

Bled pushed Bob back to the floor and with a throaty voice said 'Your turn.' 

His erection was the focus of all our attentions as we kneeled around him and she ran her fingers down his stomach through his pubic hairs. She lowered her hands around his hips between his inner thighs and eased his legs apart. 

'Watch the semen seep as I play with his testicles,' she almost whispered. Her hands pushed his knees up into the air and his feet further apart revealing every hair and particle of his anus, sac and by now quite magnificent cock peeping through the end of his foreskin. She started with his anus again prodding and probing as she moved softly higher lifting his balls with one hand and separating them with her fingers. Holding each one individually and lightly squeezing them together. 'When you've got a man by the balls, you've got a man by the balls,' she joked. 'Feel them.' 

Allie and I needed little persuasion while Bled transferred her attentions back to his anal hole. His cock by now was dribbling freely and Bled recognised that we had to move on before Bob did so on his own. She lowered his legs and grasped his cock in her hand.

'Watch as the foreskin peels back,' she said spitting in her hand and massaging it into his cock. She peeled back the skin and released it back. She had only repeated this action four or five times before he erupted with thick creamy gobs of spunk flying over his chest. She continued to pump his cock as the semen continued to flow in ever diminishing spurts over her hand. She scooped up some from his chest in her other hand and offered it to us. 

'Taste,' she said and we did, licking her fingers and then his chest and his cock until the three of us had taken every morsel.

We all looked at Allie who realised that she was centre stage again. 

She laid back on the floor now on her own. Bled and Bob kneeling to one side, I on the other. Bled started in the same way as she had with Bob running her fingers down her stomach, through her sparse blond pubic hairs and onto her inner thighs. She kept her legs close together as her index finger traced a route up through the lips of her vulva, a neat pretty little pouch hiding, so far, her more intimate parts. She smoothed the hairs to the sides using the stickiness oozing between the lips. The first traces of the inner lips were revealed as she used both thumbs to part the puffy outer lips. 

Allie groaned. 

Now Bled brought up her knees and widened her legs as far as they would comfortably go. Bob moved round between her legs his cock already back to full erection. The inner flaps were now revealed as Bleds finger traced through the sticky succulent flaps to reveal half hidden in the folds the nut of her clitoris. She gently tickled and masturbated it, as she had Bobs cock. Our control went. Bob thrust two fingers deep into her and I lowered my mouth onto the nearest nipple and sucked while tickling the other one. The fingers of my free hand were deep inside myself. through the now handy crutchless panties.

Allie and I came together with squeals of delight. Minutes later Bled brought us back with a plaintive, 'Hey guys it must be my turn,' and we realised that she had played the part of the tutor so well that she had not yet come herself. 

We laid her on her stomach and the three of us massaged her back, kissed and licked her toes and ears and massaged both the inside and outside of her bottom and all its passages. She had fingers in every orifice before we allowed her to turn over. She spread her legs of her own accord. 

'Fuck me please Bob.' She did not need to ask twice as he lowered himself in front of her and I helped him into her like a stallion with a mare. 

Allie kissed and played with Bled's breast and nipples as I teased her pubic hair and played with Bobs testicles. It was very few moments before Bob started on the short strokes and Bled 's cries of 'yeeees ' testified to her orgasm peaking at the right moment. 

We truly became mates that night. We opened a couple more bottles of wine and fell asleep in a group hug on the floor.

How would the forfeits move on?