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mother would make up with her own daughter. But Esther was not so sentimental. She felt betrayed and
that was all there was to it. She would not forgive her daughter any more than she would forgive her
present, and soon-to-be ex-husband. She had said something to them about getting a simple divorce. He
would get no money out of her, and if he tried to fight it he would find himself being arrested for statutory
rape, since Cindy was a minor.
Cindy went to stay at a friend's house after she realized she wasn't getting back into her own house right
away. Then after a couple days she went back to the vacuum cleaner shop. George opened the door
and they stared at each other.
"So, you came back?" he said to her, nodding his head. He was holding a reconditioned Hoover
snap-coupling hose in his hand. It looked quite provocative.
"Yes, I've come back," the girl said to her one-time stepfather and now just plain lover. "I haven't got
any other place to go, have I!" She sounded bitter.
"Come in," George said. "Come in and take your clothes off. I want to suck that hot little cunt of yours,
and that's just for starters, baby."
Christ, Cindy though as she stepped inside, what have I gotten myself into this time?
"Come into my den of iniquity," George said with a little chuckle and a smirk of self-satisfaction.
"Wow, things have really gotten seedy in the world when a reconditioned vacuum cleaner shop is
considered a den of iniquity. I mean, come on, George, we're not exactly in Casablanca or anything."
"Never mind. You don't think I'm gonna show you a good time or something? You know how good we
go together."
"I really wish I had never set eyes on you. But I guess I have to make the best of a bad situation, right?
So what do you want to do, fuck me already or can we spend a few minutes having some intelligent
conversation for a change?"
George sneered at her. He hated precocious children. No one ever had accused George of being clever
and he hated to see such qualities in others. He reached out and grabbed Cindy by her long blonde hair.
He pulled her towards him and knocked her to the ground. Then he spread her legs and ripped her
panties off.
"Okay, bitch," he said, taking out his cock. "It's time for you to get fucked."
Cindy screamed, clawing and scratching at George's leering face as he attempted to press his salivating
lips to hers. He was holding her down with his knee in her stomach as he dodged her flailing fingernails.
"Stop it," he said, backhanding her across the mouth. She tasted the blood on her tongue and gagged.
George's hand was at his crotch, ripping his zipper down and grabbing hold of his throbbing member.
George's cock was rock hard, full mast-he was going to fuck the cockteasing little bitch with his man
tool.
Cindy's piercing laugh broke the silence in the deserted vacuum cleaner shop.
"Shut up," George yelled at her, trying to force her thighs apart.
Cindy's high-pitched, girlish laughter cut into his brain like a machete.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" George yelled, covering his ears as the girl rolled loose from his grip on the
floor and laughed hysterically at his waning hard-on.
"Stop," George whimpered, falling to his knees on the floor and holding his now pitifully inept pecker
between his fingers trying his damnedest to urge it back to tumescence.
Cindy gurgled the last of the blood from her mouth and swallowed it as she pulled her ripped panties up
over her at-the-moment unfucked pussy.
"You stupid shit," she said, "you've torn my best panties."
"I'll buy you new ones," George whined, pulling at his flaccid dick.
"All you want. Let me fuck you, Cindy. Let me, let me."
"Go fuck a vacuum cleaner hose," she said, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Cindy, please," George said, sinking to the floor, his cock hanging limply from his open fly.
"Cindy, please, my ass," she said. "You no account scum bag, woman-sponging mongrel. You can't
even fuck me-your damned cock done gave out."
The hated sound of her laughter rang through his ears like a silver bell, tearing into his brain and sending
a cold shiver through his balls.
"You can't fuck me-you can't fuck me-you can't fuck anybody, you sore loser."
"Stop it, stop it, please stop it," George cried, mortified as he looked down at his useless cock, now soft
and shriveling between his legs.
"Billy can fuck me," she taunted. "Billy fucks good-yeah, my brother Billy, the hot little stud. He can fuck
up a storm. He can rip a girl's pussy open and ram his man meat all the way inside. Billy's a man-a real
man-which is more than you'll ever be, you fucking scum bag, shit head."
Cindy spat on him as he groveled at her feet.
"Please, baby, please," George whimpered gripping her ankle and clutching it. He shot his head down to
her shoe and began licking and kissing it.
"Please, please, please, please," he whined, slurping her shiny shoe as she looked down on the pitiful
wreck at her feet.
George felt the slow movement of her leg as she stepped back and pointed her toe towards his mouth.
"Lick it, you son of a bitch," Cindy said, snarling her pretty lips as she looked down at the miserable man [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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