Molly Mayhem Reading Naked The Cosmos Arrivals 19-06 PXPC1196-001

Description: The cosmos, the arrivals, book 1, chapter 18, section 6, robyn works kimju & molly: hand signs & climax, (day 12), robyn signs kimju & molly: pink wet ready… climax! and so this afternoon robyn jumps to the task of signing the ex-strippers. she recites: two fingers together and chattered downward is a signal to downblouse and titter. crossed fingers, crossed legs; open fingers, open legs. and so on. robyn corners her reluctant roommate kimju, then invites steph to volunteer her roommate, the hairy, plump, and compliant molly to join in hand sign practice. robyn gestures kimju and molly into the bathroom with a hand sweep, closing in on them from behind before molly can get her panties off. “stand spread surrender!” robyn shouts, and both topless buttage obey her. steph drifts in behind the others and observes, now is not the time to introduce correction that molly shouldn’t be wearing panties here in the bathroom. steph audits the cam. yes, you came alive when molly came in. rude of it to cam irrespective of whether she wears panties or not. steph tucks a shoulder up under her neck. it feels good. she attempts to repeat the operation on the symmetrical other half of her body. harder. she rotates her shoulders around. careful with my strapless, and especially careful to keep my button hot. possibly that’s all that matters, and besides, i’ve already given them titter and vag. how much more could they want? “sit spread surrender,” robyn commands kimju and molly, pointing to a vertical short wall that is actually the side of a bathtub. a mirrored wall lies ahead, not too far away. kimju casts her eyes about the mirror. she shares a disgruntled shrug with molly’s eyes and squares her posture. knockers vs. mammies. spread crotch: tanga vs. panties, crossing through and stretched tightly across their pubic hair. armpits. navelage 24x7. steph rubs the ball of her palm against her hidden nipples and observes robyn. robyn sits kimju and molly down just like she and i got sat down the day i arrived. backs to the tub and our legs spread. not just open; spread. i spread sanpan for the cam my very first day. and boss bitch has made me vagflash and spread every day since. now there’s a claim worthy of audit. naked tiffany herds beka and elle into the bathroom. robyn stands between the two sitting pledge and the mirror they face, which is behind her. but the threesomes’ eyes shift once again as bb trails in and takes control of the scene. tiffany has pushed beka and elle closest to robyn and the two ex-nugget strippers. now bb focuses on her two newbies and commands, “kneel, legs together, hands behind back. watch and learn how to obey hand signs.” the cam seizes upon this fateful chance to document babs: bra with widely-spaced shoulder straps and nombril briefs. navelage, cleavage, and bling! automatron indexes areolage. babs knows the cam collects her. she commands it, casts her eyes around the bathroom and inventories seven pledge, ignores molly’s infraction at failing to discard her panties on her way into the bathroom, bows, and exits. she returns to her bedroom and leaves seven cosmos to play. bb can watch on the desktop, may it please her. or not watch at all. molly takes it in and talks to kimju via the mirror. “i guess it’s my turn to pee-cam.” patience, please. “enough with the talk,” robyn sasses, then signs the two topless ex-strippers to oval their mouths. she escalates and demands they perform tongue and lips actions. “lick around the inside of your lips like you’re a couple of hot sluts,” robyn purrs. “now lick your lips with your tongue and loll your head around like you’re dru nken klute and mephitis dancers.” robyn laughs at kimju and molly’s hapless antics. she is the only cosmos to do so. steph watches with a hand to her mouth, covering a wry smile. elle and beka have forgotten to keep their hands crossed behind their backs, and they watch with both hands on their mouths. tiffany sits off to the side on the bidet, opens her legs, and swabs her insides out. she fails to draw the cam away from robyn. so do the two topless cosmos really already know an advanced hand sign vocabulary? robyn signs them to roll their nipples erect, and they do. kimju resents the intrusion, but when robyn signs molly to suck her own majonkers molly doesn’t think twice about it. robyn pitches a curve ball. “here’s another sign to try out!” robyn makes a gesture. “you’re supposed to know this one.” kimju and molly do know it, of course. tiffany has shown robyn a gesture using animated curly fingers to sign a pledge to pullaside and display her lady parts, so now kimju and molly pullaside a thong and panties in front of the whole house… and whoever else might be privileged to watch the bathroom cam feed. like you, gamer, kimju fumes. i really resent showcasing my kypsey, especially with robyn in command. i had to pullaside in the kitchen, but this is my first time on cam this term. kimju keeps track of her game. gamers joining this term and lacking access to automatron finally get to see between my legs. well, intimate details up to a point: a brunette bush that is trimmed short, but not so short one can determine if there is a clithood ring down inside. gamers know that molly’s overgrowth of black minge is ragged. robyn compliments, “gamers know you turned your clithood ring out at the bachelor party.” robyn twitches her nose and upper lip. “don’t worry, molly mammoth, you’ll get to turn your ring out again. you both will.” fresh vag for the prefecture, kimju scowls to herself. didn’t i leave enough of this behind last term? and shouldn’t beka and elle be doing this, instead of me? kimju finds them in the mirror, and they trade looks. beka pivots her head and torso, keeps her hands on her hips, but stays kneeling. elle kneels firmly, again hands crossed behind back, and pivots only her eyes. robyn asserts control over the two open-legged, pullaside pledge. “beg to get fed live to the nugget,” she commands. kimju and molly stumble but do it together. “ma’am, please feed our cam live to the nugget, ma’am.” “good girls,” robyn mocks, then teases, “don’t get too excited, because lots of acts want to play there.” kimju seethes, but she and molly continue to hold the tanga and panties to one side while the cam collects them close-up: full topless body, head to toe. vag, too. beka studies the details of kimju’s and molly’s pubic hair and parted crotches. elle memorizes the signs by repeating the actions with her own hand, still behind her back. tiffany, who has returned to stand behind them, observes elle practice the signs with both her left and right hands. tiffany touches a finger to her nose and takes a whiff of herself. she dabs under each nostril, tastes herself, and licks herself clean. good! steph watches on high alert. once, before molly gave her panties to me, and here, where she shouldn’t have them, presents a perfect moment for me to acquire them. somehow robyn seems to possess memory. “now practice this,” she vocalizes, and then leans in and makes a sign with her thumb and two fingers. the former strippers know this meaning as well. butterfly: the name comes from the shape made. molly is quick about it; she keeps her panties pulled aside with her little finger and parts her sex lips with the thumb and fingers of her opposite hands. kimju pulls her wings apart with reluctance, using the fingers of one hand and retaining her tanga to the side with the other. two experienced ex-strippers demonstrate form. their clits make the heads of the butterflies, and the pulled wings show the pink body inside. molly premiered pinking at the bachelor party; for kimju, this is her first open exposure this term, and she doesn’t like it one bit. wrong signals. wrong direction. not where i want to head. robyn directs the cam’s attention toward her roommate and lifts her chin. “tell them your name, you bedizened beat moll wannabe.” kimju replies carefully, “ma’am, i’m kimju, ma’am.” robyn gathers saliva and spits on kimju’s foot. molly almost loses her grip on her panties and parted muliebre, but kimju never wavers. robyn proclaims in the voice of a ringmaster, “fresh koot with a hard karat standing up on top.” kimju seethes at robyn’s reference to her deeply pigmented inner lips surrounding a rosy pink keyhole and now-erect clit. this ragabash intends to cream me today! beka and elle clench their hands to their mouths; for the first time they and the other cosmos now confirm what some have suspected, that kimju, like molly, has a ring in her clithood. it sparkles. robyn picks on her roommate. “kimju’s not just offering to let you look at her kooch,” robyn proclaims to the cosmos clustered around. “this kooch begs use.” robyn addresses kimju directly. “i bet you double penetrated when you were a stripper last term. yes?” once again kimju feels publicly humiliated. her face flushes, her nipples erect, and her sex lips rouge with blo od. she considers rebellion. but what if robyn has charm? she glances at molly, darts eyes in the mirror…. molly interjects to answer robyn’s question. “ma’am, kimju and i both carried dp last term.” molly adjusts her weight against the surface behind her back. “it’s not a secret. you can search out our dp in automatron.” like kimju, molly holds her mooe wide open; unlike kimju, molly has already secreted a pool full of white muscovado inside her deep brown muliebre. its scent tingles the nostrils of everyone in the bathroom. robyn trails the scent to its origin. “you both need to be wet,” she proclaims and rolls her thumb and finger together. kimju pines but follows molly and rolls her clit between her thumb and forefinger while still holding her tanga pullaside and her sex lips butterflied. pulling pink and making my kunny get klammy. there is no longer any hope for escape. i know what i have to do; i have done it many times before last term. but i thought i was done with letting go in front of gamers. kimju hears molly breath deeper and realizes she must play with herself harder. it’s not hard when you know where to go. my turn to freshen and add my aroma to the room. she does. she abandons her self-analysis, moans, and kloops; she can’t help herself. she vibrates, and the whiteness pumps out her held-wide lips. “pink, wet, and ready!” robyn decries. and so they are. steph doesn’t know she’s wet, but her nipples are hard. tiffany, shamelessly naked, once again fingers herself. beka crosses her hands in front of her chest, feeling her bits through her croptop. elle keeps her wrists crossed. kimju and molly hear robyn through a fog and loose themselves into a steady masturbation. it’s a first for kimju this term, but it’s hardly a first for either former stripper. if kimju could think right now she’d really resent robyn making her reveal herself in front of everybody. except kimju isn’t thinking right now; she’s getting ready to climax. “stop!” robyn orders and again signs the two ex-nuggets to butterfly. kimju breaks her rhythm, leans forward, leans back, furrows her brow, starts thinking again, and hurls robyn a question. “so who’s teaching you these hand signs?” robyn seems baffled that kimju would speak and retorts with a terse, “that’s none of your business, you kohlrabi kootch kitty!” kimju senses weakness and presses, “it’s not babs! so who?” “shut up. i sign. you obey me.” robyn stomps her feet and signs them once again into a clit rub. molly had never really stopped, only slowed down. kimju uses the moments to evaluate. i know robyn doesn’t have this kind of sign vocabulary. and her eyes alight on tiffany in the mirror. tiffany watches with a wry smile, a finger across her lips, and the slightest of head tips. kimju feels trapped. i didn’t sign up to pledge wet, and i’m not sure i should be masturbating. kimju scans the bathroom. babs is not here. so must i keep masturbating until i am directed to stop? kimju checks to make sure she holds her pullaside firmly and flies her wings widely. my keystone rises, and a knittle of kloop dangles down. this is not okay. molly, sitting next to kimju, just rubs unabashedly. molly doesn’t question. her eyelids hang low and she secretes even more mung from inside her deep muliebre; it overflows and floods her minge and uplifted inner thighs. kimju’s eyes seek out tiffany, but before she can speak robyn reminds her, “listen, kimju knock, know that if you were not here, you’d be a whore at flesh ranch. you’d be sucking cock and getting your koot and kawazoo filled up.” robyn spits at her roommate again and lands spit on her inner thigh. “masturbate faster, you knockabout koekjedoodle. catch up with molly.” robyn lectures to the cluster of cosmos who surround her, “you’ll get to eat each other out to climax some time, but right now wait until i snap my fingers before you start climaxing!” robyn betrays tiffany with a look, but kimju has ceased to pay attention and shifts into total body sensation mode. she finger-fucks, goes crazy with multiple fingers, and abrades her clithood ring back and forth against her full karat. tiffany plays with herself lazily as she watches as kimju and molly increase their heartbeats until they are breathing hard, panting in unison, fingers sloppy with cream. “huh, huh, huh, huh, huh… ” steph becomes aware that she fingers her headlights and slicks her inner thighs. beka and elle clench themselves. robyn snaps her finger, and both former strippers release themselves into howling rolling climax. creamy cumming cosmos! cam feeding the prefecture. just when it seems like they are about to stop climaxing, molly gasps and breaks into a new rhythm. hard, hard, soft, hard, hard, soft. kimju follows, thoughts coming back to her now, when she hears robyn command through the fog, “look at yourself in the mirror.” she does, seeing herself there, watching her image breathe faster again and into a run and pure vibration, matching eyes, until suddenly the pain of the climax! and then backing off, taking deeper, slower breaths, finding molly, and synchronizing with her. tiffany ensures robyn lets them down easy. kimju and molly come out of the trance to encounter a quivering finger, a sign they interpret correctly when they bury curled fingers, scoop out fresh valiva, touch their fingers to their mouths, and taste themselves. they scoop out more, wipe their faces, turn toward each other, and kiss. they rest. beka and elle trade a glance, and elle whispers, “we might have done guys together, but we never witnessed women masturbating themselves.” “not just women, elle,” kimju whispers back. “cosmos pledge, cumming in tandem.” robyn frowns at the whispering. “kimju and molly climax not just in front of you worthless cosmos pledge, but beg to audition in front of the entire prefecture.” robyn hardens her posture toward beka and elle. “i trust you won’t forget these hand signs,” she sasses, “when it comes time for you to practice!” the newbies will not forget; the signs have been seared into beka and elle’s brains and are more than they want to know. robyn catches kimju looking up at her from the floor. “you thought just because you’re a cosmos now you don’t have to pink cream and climax? that thought is over. you’re gonna climax the double dong center stage at the nugget during your alumni reprise. and you can take the newbies with you.” molly rushes to volunteers. “i’ll pink, cream, and climax as much as you want, robyn. i’m a pee-cam pledge. i’ll double dong the nugget and lose my pee during climax.” robyn waves her off. she reserves her final dart for steph. “since the gamers didn’t get to see much of you last term, they now want more, so besides just flashing your smurfs, scrag, and spheroids, during the runup you’re gonna lean how to open up your snapper, squeeze out some slush, and scream-cum for your fans.” robyn gestures to molly, leaning back casually, hands to her sides, panties bunched, and augments, “see if you’re up to your roommate.” steph scowls at her, then detects laughter behind her back. steph decides to snide, “don’t try to play my game, pledge. you know, i used to think you were the top do g because you had the smallest buttonhole. but you know somethingmy buttonhole is as small as yours.” steph rests. robyn straightens and rises to the balls of her feet. babs isn’t here, and robyn doesn’t seem to consider that the cam could be her window in. “i control men with my navelage, and i have the smallest buttonhole of all. but that doesn’t matter.” robyn focuses on steph. “i’m not a titter slut; i don’t upskirt and vagflash; no cheeky buttage. i’m not showing areolage 24x7. nada. i’ve got straps. i am the one in control. obey me.”