1. Promotion 2


    Date: 12/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Impax, Rating: 87.8, Source: sexstories.com

    now, and I'm letting you touch them, so... I want to see it.” “Okay.” Tom smiled. “Get down on your knees, and get it out, then.” he told her. She gaped at him. “What?” he said. “You want to see it; that's what you have to do.” “Okay.' she whispered, her eyes wide open. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she knelt down and pulled his jeans down after opening the button and zipper. She could see how hard he was in his boxers, then she looked up at his face. “I can't believe this is happening.” she whispered numbly. Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband. “I can't believe I'm really going to do this.” She drew his boxers down and freed his fully hard seven inches. It flopped out and nearly hit her in the face. Only her quick reflexes saved her from getting slapped on the forehead by it, and she giggled, looking up at him, startled. “Do you remember Lisa Stanley?” he asked her quietly. Becky looked away from his cock, where she had been studying it intently, thinking about his question. She still had yet to touch it with her hand, but she had had her face so close he could feel her breath. “She got kicked out of school last year.” he prompted. “Now do you remember?” Becky eyes widened as it came to her, and she looked up at her brother in shock. 'You mean the girl who... With Mr. Bromley?” “That's right.” Tom said, smiling down at her. “What do you think?” “I... I couldn't!” she exclaimed, then looked at his big hard cock just inches away. “You really want me ...
    to...” “Not only do I want you to; I'm telling you to.” he smiled down at her. He put one hand on the top of her head and pushed his hips forward a little. She looked very scared as it neared her mouth, and closed her eyes as it brushed her lips. A slight moan escaped as he pushed it more firmly against her closed lips. “Becky? What's the matter?” he asked, taking his cock away. “I'm sorry; you don't have to if you don't want to. I thought it would be a fun game, but since you don't want it...” She looked at him, a little tear glistening at the corner of her eye. “I'm sorry, Tom, I'm just scared, that's all.” she whispered. “What if I like doing it? Are you going to think bad things about me? Are you going to stop loving me if it turns out that I'm a... a slut?” He smiled reassuringly down at her. '”That's Mother you hear.” he said softly. “I could never stop loving you, Rebecca, especially not for being a slut, because you're not a slut, I promise. You're a good girl, honest.” “You like being naughty; I can see that, if that's what has you worried. Hell, I like being naughty, too.” he told her. “I don't think men can be sluts, well, maybe they can, but it doesn't have the same negative connotations for men as it does for women. I just don't think anyone should be judged by different yardsticks, do you? If I got a reputation for having every girl in school who would spread her legs for me, I would be one of the most popular guys in my class.” “But if a girl spreads her legs for ...
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