Chapter 6-First time

Lynn's POV

In the bathroom, I was sitting on the toilet lid, my legs wide apart, stepping on the black floor tiles, my five fingers in the thick hair under my belly, holding my thick, hard, long sex organ and jerking it up and down.

I had my first taste of lust, and there were signs that I couldn't stop.

The bathroom is more than 10 square feet, not small, but I am tall and thin, long hands and feet in the shrink, always look a bit confined.

I am facing an off-white wall, the right side of which has a mirror that occupies half of the wall, clearly and straightforwardly reflecting the strange and intense pleasure that I am currently being wrapped around me.

I was now fully dressed, my black pants only pulled down to the waist, my high sex exposed, sticking straight up from between the hairs, trembling and throbbing in my hand.

The white sleeves on my body were half wet with sweat, sticky and greasy on the skin, obviously not much flesh, but the sweaty fabric printed a few clear lines of thin and tough muscles.

The hem of the garment is messily piled up on the root of the legs, between movements, occasionally revealing a small piece of white strong thin waist.

I had already had one orgasm, and for fear of dirtying the bathroom, I opened my hand and wrapped it around the glans to stop most of the semen in my palm when I ejaculated.

I obviously underestimated the amount of my own ejaculation, the eyes of the horse like incontinence open more than closed, spitting out a stream after a stream, wet and slippery pile in the palm, and seeped out of the fingers and down the back of the hand to the wrist bone.

The thick, sticky, murky fluid hanging from the hair and the thick red glans, which had been thinned by the lewd fluid oozing from the bell mouth, was flowing down in wisps, making a mess at the base of my legs.

Unlike his master's doubly shameful appearance, my crotch sex was standing imposingly high, clearly not satisfied at once.

For a youthful Alpha in the process of turning into a wolf, this half-measured Omega wolf was enough to make me touch my own sex but not be able to cum half the time.

I held my head slightly high, my neck drawn slender, feeling embarrassed by my appearance at the moment, I raised my arm across my eyes, blocking my vision and the blinding light shining down from overhead.

The two thin soft lips are tightly closed together beneath the high bridge of the nose, and the lips are pursed into a deep, tight line, overexerted by patience, and flushed with a bloodless white.

Although masturbating, I look more like I'm being tortured by lust.

It's been more than ten minutes, and I'm still using the same position that marilyn taught me, palm pressed against the thick column and repeatedly rubbing and stroking it, without any other techniques or tricks.

But just this seems to be enough to make me comfortable to tremble. The clear voice has completely changed its tone, and the panting sound coming through the wall is suppressed and heavy, as if it could not be suppressed before a few short muffled grunts had to spill out of the throat.

I can't understand why this is so comfortable, so comfortable that my thoughts are confused and I'm not even sure what I'm doing. It was as if I was just instinctively, indulging myself in the end of my desire.

I closed my eyes, my mind kept floating a lot of images, like a fast-playing movie frame by frame, even before I could see what it was, those images sank into the depths of memory.

But there are also a few scenes that stay in my mind for a long time, and all of them have the same person - my "sis-r" ...

I think I saw marilyn again wearing the light blue dress during the day, the chest reveals a full and delicate wet white, the rest of the soft flesh tightly bound in the bodice, squeezing out a soft deep groove in the middle.

She was sitting on a low wooden bench in my home, lifting the hem of her skirt to stretch her white, slender legs in front of me, looking straight at me with downcast eyes.

I didn't know it was called a sexual fantasy, but I knew it was obviously wrong to think of my "sister" at this time.

However, just thinking about marilyn, the intense pleasure will be like a string of explosive sparks along the tailbone climbing and bursting, so comfortable that I completely lost my mind.

I suddenly increased the intensity of the caress in my hand,I frowned, subconsciously opened his mouth and whimpered, "Mmmmm ..."

But only a short second or less, I forced myself to purse my lips again, the neck of the lean protruding throat knot heavy slide rolled, the latter two words swallowed dead into the throat.

The thick hot cum spurted on the rough hot palm, the muscles of my body tensed violently, the hand on my eyes squeezed and clenched into a fist, enduring the intense orgasm that came late ...

After a minute, I slowly opened my eyes, my hand still holding the root of my sex organ, the bell mouth feebly spitting out the remnants of cum, what a lustful scene.

I sat up straight, looked at my still hard sex, and wanted to continue, but before I moved again, out of the corner of my eye I suddenly caught a glimpse of the light coming through the gap between the bathroom door and the floor and wavered.

For a moment, the foggy and feverish thoughts abruptly pulled away from the deep desire, I suddenly realized that marilyn did not leave, she is still outside the door ...

Marilyn POV

The cold air in the room couldn't stop the wolf that was scurrying about unchecked, and with the bathroom in the way, an underdeveloped Alpha couldn't do much for me.

Only inevitably, my wolf gloria came out too and kept howling, telling me that her strong alpha was my mate.

I leaned sideways against the wall and heard the soothing grunt that stopped halfway through and came to a screeching halt, and could almost picture lynn gritting her teeth and swallowing the sound back raw.

I don't have a fetish for eavesdropping on other people's masturbation, but I have to admit that his voice was beautiful, panting low and deep, eroded by desire, with the distinctive rasp of a teenager, like the texture of fine sand washed by the sea spilling onto the beach.

When lynn came out of the bathroom, the time on my phone had already passed zero o'clock.

The bathroom door opened from the inside, the light in front of me dimmed down, I inclined my head to look at the person blocking the light, the heart could not help but sigh the physical quality of teenagers is really good to terrible.

But I don't know how, I always feel that lynn's condition doesn't look any more soothing than before going in. His face and ears are burning up like red, his forehead and neck are full of sweat, and his hair is naturally not spared, his eyes are wet, his eyes are red, as if he felt he had done something wrong, he looked at me and misplaced his eyes.

I did not move, he also did not move, and did not speak, just stand straight in front of me, as if ready to take my lecture.

He was pure-minded, although his face was always expressionless, but I could easily see that he was nervous.

My first reaction was that he had soiled the toilet, but the awakening period in heat this kind of thing, the toilet is not dirty is not normal.

I didn't break the Lynn's paper-thin shame, but asked him in a soft voice, "Better?" Iynn paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting me to reveal this so lightly, in pack, this kind of thing is to be laughed at everywhere you go.

I glanced between his legs and saw that the thing in his pants was still slightly bulging up, and thoughtfully said, "Still having a hard time? Do you want to stay with you a little longer?"

The "stay with you for a while" is what needless to say, lynn jerked his head up, slightly widened his eyes, "No, no!"

After saying that, he immediately realized that his reaction was too strong, as if he was rejecting my good intentions, and added dryly with red ears, "already ... It's not uncomfortable anymore ..."