WAYWARD BRATS by Jaymee Pizzey Page B

hands.
    “Make sure he doesn’t have anything left to spend on me and I’m all yours.”
    “I’ve already had him and I don’t really like boys,” Sarah said with a sniff, but at least, she stopped scowling.
    “What’s the real reason?” I asked finding some of my voice.
    “He’s too good looking, okay. I’m a girl’s girl and I don’t want any man changing that.”
    “Don’t be a coward,” I said. Sure, I fully expected Jason to win and I fully wanted him too. But fair is fair, and Sarah had brought me breakfast in bed.
    With a contrived sigh, Sarah went down on all fours and positioned herself so that I had a perfect view of her pussy and of Jason’s cock. Her full creamy breasts hung down and her nipples brushed the sheet.
    A wicked thrill tingled my pussy. I loved to watch and I could tell from the goosebumps covering Sarah’s skin that she wanted Jason, she anticipated the moment of his penetration every bit as much as I did.
    My eyes roved over Jason. I wanted him with every atom of my body and when I wanted something, I took it.
    I wanted his magnificent cock wherever he wanted to put it.
    “Let me show you what to expect,” he said kneeling behind Sarah. “When I win.”
    He took my breath away with his skill and finesse. I had expected him to thrust his cock into Sarah’s tight pussy like a dog in heat. Instead, he massaged her ass, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks in a way that pulled on her taint and her pussy simultaneously. Every so often he slid his hands up to her shoulders and massaged them, or underneath her to massage her pendulous breasts.
    Her pussy glistened, then dripped. The soft slap as her pussy parted signaled she was more than ready for impalement on Jason’s hot, thick, smooth cock.
    Sarah might not have wanted a man, but her pussy did.
    He inserted three fingers into her pussy and placed the index and forefinger of his other hand on her clit. One hand pumped while the other swirled.
    His raging cock stood at the ready.
    Sarah collapsed to her elbows, thrusting her ass higher and improving Jason’s access.
    Gone was the girl’s girl. This was a woman who loved to be penetrated.
    Surely Jason would take her now?
    The slap of pussy juices made me ache. I needed to see him take her. To watch him pound her until she screamed.
    “Please, Jason!” Sarah rocked her hips against his fingers, sliding them in and out of herself, they glistened coated in her juice.
    My toes curled as Jason guided his cock to her pussy and thrust inside her.
    Shining with her juice from tip to balls, he pulled himself all the way out and plunged inside her again, stretching her and risking himself damage with the violent way he sheathed himself inside her tight cunt.
    Sarah clutched the covers, cheek pressed to the quilt, brow moist with sweat, she whimpered his name with each thrust.
    Grabbing a fistful of Sarah’s hair he wrenched her head back and with a series of short rapid pumps, orgasmed so hard and much inside her, that cum gushed out of her pussy and ran down her thighs.
    Sarah moaned in delight.
    I moaned in jealousy.
    I wanted Jason to fuck me.
    “I think I won,” he said pulling out of Sarah, as hard and erect as when he had started.
    “Actually, y’all, I think I did.” Sarah used the accent to tease me, then stretched out on my bed: the minx who stole my cream.

Fantasy Two: Master and Slave to the Cat O’ Nine
    “What in heaven’s name is going on here?” Matron Smith stormed into the room and hauled Jason off the bed by his ear. “You wicked, deceitful, wanton whore!”
    The spit and words were directed at me.
    “Ariana Trout!” She hauled me off the bed next and pulled my nighty down with several quick, sharp tugs. “I will deal with the two of you later.” She glared at Sarah and Jason until they left the room.
    “Your mother is a very special friend of mine –”
    “ Step mother,” I corrected her.
    She straightened her skirt.
    “Ariana, how many girls are