The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... she finally got the globes to go in circles, feeling the rhythmic tug on her nipples. She raised her arms in triumph and shouted. "Wooo -- oooo!!" Twirl, twirl, bounce, bounce, actually hitting the floor with her butt once or twice . . . more flashes . . .

Tami felt hot. Her pussy must have been gaping open because she could feel air in there. Good. I need to cool off. She could feel air on her asshole too. Faster and faster she bounced up and down, getting the air going down there, the globes twirling, her hair flinging, people cheering . . .

After a couple of seconds Tami realized the music had stopped.

She quit bouncing to see what was going on. She looked up from her squatting position, feeling the globes bobbing around on her nipples and coming to rest, and there was Charlene's father. She was about to say hi when she realized that his face was red and livid.

"What -- the -- HELL -- is going on???" His eyes were ferocious. She and Charlene's father knew each other pretty well, but she had never seen him like this. Who was he mad at?

"Tami!!"

Well, Tami thought, it must be me he's mad at. She stood up, vaguely feeling the ornaments swinging from her nipples, and felt like she was watching a movie in which a little girl was being scolded by her father for drawing on the wall or something.

"Tami!" Charlene's father said again. He was momentarily at a loss for words. When the words did come they were loud and angry. "I don't know what happened to you at ...

... college but -- you really turned into a cheap SLUT!!" Somewhere inside her brain Tami told herself she should be deeply hurt by these words. "Where the hell are your clothes??"

Tami continued standing with difficulty, arms at her sides. "I don't have any," she said, her words a little slurred.

"No clothes??"

"N - n - nope. I don't have any clothes. No clothes for me." Tami smacked her lips with that mixture of satisfaction and resignation that drunk people can sometimes express. Her legs wobbled unsteadily, causing the red balls to swing tightly from her nipples. She felt the need to give a fuller explanation. "I don't have any clothes in the whole wide world. Always naked. That's me."

Charlene's father pointed to the door. "Get the hell out of here. Run back to your house, young lady." He then glared at Charlene. "Turn that music off . . . I want everyone out of here in ten minutes!!"

Tami, sensing escape, or maybe a bad feeling of some kind, suddenly felt herself running past Charlene's father and out the door.

Her run back to the house was wild, ragged, frantic. Part of her could feel the biting cold wind, the branches hitting her feet that she was no longer alert enough to jump over, the ornaments tugging down and up and sideways on her nipples, though suddenly it was only one nipple. To the rest of her it was like watching someone else in a movie. In this movie the cold, naked girl, feet and legs scratched, hurled herself against the front door of her ...