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Baby Sitting was different that night

Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, Hardcore, Male Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

its post cumming effects ceasing. The head slid back down. “Wwwwrra. Rrrraaoooonnnn!” I took another deep breath and pulled my hand to his shoulder to push him away. But my lack of strength and coordination just found it sliding off onto his back. Mr. Jenkins looked up, our eyes even. Tears had welled up in my eyes. “Wwwwwron?” “It’s Daddy’s turn now sweety.” I saw him close his eyes and bite his bottom lip. “Huuuungh!” He thrust his hips at mine and his sizable head rushed through my opening without being invited, and wouldn’t be denied. He drove in about 2 inches I felt, the rest of my vaginal wall not expecting something so large, stopped him for the moment. “NNNNNNaaaaeeh!” I squealed in a cry wanting him to stop from taking my once used pussy and making it a pit stop. I didn’t want to be a slut. I didn’t want to be his toy. He put a hand under my head and gripped my hair. His other hand and arm cupped my back and pulled me to him as he shoved forward again. That penis meant business and plowed in, my vaginal walls getting a signal I didn’t send from my brain and then relaxed, allowing it to be in control. Nnnn-hu-hu-hu! Ahm, ahm, I’m nnn-nn-nn-nn . . . . “ That was the closest I got to a full sentence again for a while. I was crying hard. Angry that I was used, angry that my life fell apart, angry that a overweight, well endowed, balding old dude was fucking me. I was angry he decided for me. I was angry that he smelled old and most of all I was angry that it was ... tickling a spot in me that was building a pearl of pleasure within me and I worried it was bigger than the last. Mr. Jenkins was thrusting without any kind of rhythm. His tongue liked all around my neck and hairline, grunting in my ear and his cock ravaged my pussy. Each thrust was insane. It felt like the head would grab a web spun of ecstasy. And the cockhead would pull the web deep within me, planting it inside where it continued to grow. A strong shell around it, to build up the strength with in it. “Nnnaaaugh! Jesus Christ baby! Holy fuck your teenage pussy! Oh shit baby. Oh. Ew. Shit!” You sick fuck! I thought, not sure if I meant him or me. Him because he was about to dump his old ass seed inside me. That he was going to impregnate me with his child and crush his wife. But also at me because I couldn’t wait. I knew my pearl was poised to pop as he did. My maternal instincts had overtaken my lucid thoughts and promised me a great reward for my deviousness. I felt my labia gripping with every other inch of me. I was ready to drink him, to drain him, to wash in the cum of my own pleasure. I felt his weight recede and he pushed off, and out of me. He took his weapon of pleasure and left the pearl in me unpopped. His eyes were clasped as he lunged at me, his large cock in his hand. “Nnnnoo!” I screamed, the cum that was for me, for my pussy for my pleasure was wasted and it jettisoned out of him. “Auuuugh FUCK!” he yelled out. The first shot landed on my left tit. The second on my ...