In texture it felt almost like greased rubber, yet no residue remained on her fingertips as she caressed it. Squeezing it in her palm, she briefly hid it from view as her olive-skinned fingers curled tightly around it. No part of it gave in the slightest, utterly incompressible. It was surprisingly light and small, feeling almost as if she held a solid gumball, the type given out by coin-operated dispensers at malls. A smiling employee had been making her way down the line, offering drinks to each in the queue. Aja clutched the bomb in her hand, heart starting to pound as the woman reached her. She accepted a large martini, goosebumps raising along her arm as she felt the cool stem of the glass slip between her fingers. The chill of anticipation swept over her as she braced herself, butterflies rousing in her stomach, a slight tremor taking hold of her limbs. Taking a deep breath, Aja put the bomb into her mouth. It lingered on her tongue, mouth caressing it briefly before a substantial gulp of her martini helped it slide easily down her throat. Huge as it was, she'd expected more trouble getting it down. Her now free left hand splayed across her bare belly, feeling the goosebumps that had now spread over her entire naked body. A wash of warmth seemed to pulse through her from that deadly pink orb, though she knew it was nowhere near time for it to detonate. Circling her own navel with gleaming manicured nails, she felt an excited smile spread over her face. This was really it. Her first and final Pop Party. Equally enthusiastic as herself, girls up and down the line were gulping down their own little bombs, giggling to each other and sharing drinks. They weren't even in outdoor yet, already having a good time. Cute little covens of three or four huddled together in the haphazard queue, counting down before they all took their pink poppers in unison, washing it down with an entire drink apiece. Imagining she could feel the drug-imbued coating of the bomb already at work within her, Aja looked down her brown-skinned body, inspecting her own cock. She'd been told that the pink poppers would prevent her from getting hard, and so far she'd needed no help in that regard. Smooth from a fresh waxing, her light brown dick hung snugly against her balls, scrotum pulled up tight in reaction to the slight chill from her nakedness. Precum had oozed out of her while she'd been standing, little contractions of her prostate able to be felt as she dispensed the lovely-smelling fluid in quantity over her collage glans and the front of her sack. Slightly stronger in scent, a trickle of feminine juices ran down her leg from her shaved slit, adding to the mess. Touching herself briefly, she felt a thrill thinking about all the other girls that might see her, their own cocks and pussies just as wet as her own. Visions of herself through their eyes came to her, an outside perspective of a normal looking woman; Hair pinned up in a professional style, curves that were neither overly slender nor broad, her Arabic heritage writ plain in the tone of her skin and arch of her couple delicate brows. Just an average hermaphrodite of a type that you might happen to see anywhere... only now she was here , waiting in line with a hundred others to attend one of the biggest snuff parties there was. Spurred on by the thought of her encroaching fate, Aja slowly began to trace a single finger down her indian shaft, shivering at the sparkles of pleasure that she caused by the simple stimulus. Going from her urethra all the way up her body to her breasts, the precum-wetted finger circled one nipple, teasing. Her eyes were closed party as she experienced another surge of heat, feeling her nipple and cock stiffen together, strands of precum hanging from sex the tip of her hardening member. I don’t want to press it so I quickly change sex the subject. I LOVED IT! He groaned, hands sweeping down indian my body to grab my tits. I pulled my cell phone out and dialed up my friend, gave her the names of Polly and her daughter. When I got out of outdoor the shower, I dried myself in front of the large concave mirrors, and then my hair. Christine was the perfect lover. Blood was pooling underneath her, not enough to risk her life, but it was more than she had ever shed, even during childbirth. But watch what happens now." I don’t mind as long as you keep it free of you know what stains.” She let him get her panties off, then get between her legs. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging. I warned her that I was approaching the point of no return. ‘Well bud, age took you to bed earlier than couple you should have. After collaborating with him, we came up with the collage plan. Our conversation had reached a tipping point. "You already threatened to do that once, look how you ended up," Evan gestured at her. Yavara looked at me with a confused expression, and I simply nodded my head toward Prestira. Her eyes were glued to it, pre-cum oozing from my piss slit as each downward pull opened it up a little wider. Only, I heard him in his bedroom. Michael joined a couple of his friends and they headed off to their assigned homeroom. Her hair flowed down past her waist but it looked a bit mussed from the struggle and her dress was slightly torn. It gracefully curved, arcing gently between us. I grabbed her black hair, sweeping it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face. “Plus I’ve been bleeding for two years now so I am a woman! “Fine, yes, it’s hot. 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