Mother's New Boarder

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stop, Clyde ... You can't ... No, no ..." And to her amazement and confused horror, he took her
unresisting hand and placed it on the fleshy shaft of his cock and when he moved his hand back to her
pulsating vagina, she let her fingers remain there, on his penis! She'd never seen a naked, aroused man
before tonight, much less felt one's cock!
God, it was enormous! She'd never been aware of their size before, only having seen small boys' penises
when she'd baby-sat and had to change their diapers. It would kill her if she allowed him to put it inside
her, it would split her tiny, unstretched pussy right up the middle! But the feel of it pulsing with heated
passion in her hand was a delight to her, and instinctively, she began to stroke and massage it, rubbing
the firm skin back and forth, and with the boldness of her actions blending with curiosity, she couldn't
keep herself from moving her other hand and feeling his testicles, their hairiness and silky texture, and
with loving abandon she held them in her palm. Clyde was grunting, his mouth firmly on hers, and she felt
a wetness between her thighs where his cock-head was throbbing against her, and she wondered if he'd
cum. No ... his penis was still hard as concrete; it must be the lubricant that men produce ...
"Wendy ... Wendy, I've got to have you!" he gasped frantically.
"No, god, no ..." she moaned, the shock of his plans sending lewd excitement through her, and her pussy
quivered with her physical desire for him. She wanted him ... she wanted that huge penis she was holding
to bury itself deep, deep up in her trembling belly. God, how she wanted him!
"Wendy ... Wendy, I can't wait any longer ..."
He rolled on top of her and tried to lever his swollen cock between her thighs, down where his fingers
were still massaging her inflamed, pink flesh. She kissed him hard as he continued thrusting down through
the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the mouth of her smooth, virginal
passage, his every stroke sending wild sensations through her as his cock-head rubbed the erect bud of
her clitoris.
Then, once again, something snapped inside her brain, making her revolt from the act she was about to
commit. His long, hard penis bearing down in determined concentration against the softness of her tender
thighs and pulsating, but still intact cunt sent warning signals charging to her mind, its physical touch
awakening her and breaking through the haze of wine-induced abandonment. The nearly forgotten
vestiges of her principles, the morality her mother had taught her to hold sacred, came rushing back to
her with tidal wave force, even as her young pussy angled upwards in its own betrayal to her prurient
desires.
"No! No, Clyde, stop! I won't let you!"
"Damn you! You can't! You can't! I'm ready to cum! Don't chicken out, baby ... you'll love it! Ohhhh!"
She pleaded, but he didn't seem to hear or care, and she reached down between them and took his
hardened cock in her hands and squeezed it only seconds before he would have entered her with his
thrusting, pummeling shaft.
"Ahhhh! You bitch! You teasing little bitch!" he groaned at her. "I'm cumming! God damn it, I'm
cumming!"
As she grasped the thick, ramming penis and he continued to pump wildly, and cry out harshly, she felt
his cock expand and contract in her clutching hands, and the helpless gasps of passion poured out of
him. Hot sticky fluid spurted and soaked her white thighs and matted her soft curly pubic hair, running
down the open crevice of soft pink flesh he had almost succeeded in conquering, pooling on the
bedspread between her open buttocks. He collapsed on top of her, sobbing and spasming, and she
warmly caressed his cock, letting the last of his cum drain out of her vaginal slit in a wanton display of
perversion.
Slowly he sat up, not looking at her. He eased over to the side of the bed and let his feet touch the floor,
and then he rose and took his underpants from the carpet and wiped himself. He threw the damp,
soaked pants at her, and sneered: "You bitch. What a miserable thing to do to a guy. You're nothing but
a prick-teaser."
Wendy, ashamed and humiliated beyond endurance, felt the sting of his
castigation and tears welled in her eyes. "Clyde-"
"Shut up. Just shut up, will you? Clean yourself up and I'll take you home." His words were spit out as if
he was talking to a street whore of the lowest kind. "I don't know what ever made me want to waste my
time with a little baby like you."
He pivoted on his heel and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him, his loathing and disgust a thick,
heavy entity in the room long after he'd left. Wendy sat in utter mortification and desolation for a long [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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