1. The Vampire Girl (chapter 3)


    Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Female exhibitionist, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Young, Author: Muke Hunt Hz, Rating: 92.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hard cock was still inside of her. There was no question that she was asleep: her arms were limp to each side of me and she was snoring ever so slightly. Even so, she was still grinding her hips down into me. I had been right on the edge of releasing my cum in her when she passed out. And with her still riding me in my sleep, that orgasm wasn’t going away. I was lovingly stroking and combing her hair with my fingers and rubbing her back with my other hand. Penelope’s mouth opened and I could feel her starting to drool down my chest. She was still pushing herself back and forth on my engorged cock. I whispered, “My God, I love you, Penelope…” And she muttered in her sleep, “I love you too, Mike.” I thought, ‘wow, she talks in her sleep—interesting’ And I knew people could be very honest in their sleep if you could get them to talk. So I was willing to try it. I asked her how much she loved me and she muttered without moving, “is mush” (this much). I asked her if she was really happy with me and she said, “Mmm-hmm”. This was really working I thought. I continued trying to think of other things to ask her. “Before me, had you ever had any sexual contact with anyone?” I asked her. “Nuh-uh.” She said. “Never?” I asked again (still finding the open mouth cum swallowing hard to believe for a first timer). And she responded saying, “Nope. You are only one.” She was going deeper into sleep and her vocabulary was starting to sound juvenile. It was cute, actually. She was still pumping ...
    up and down on me and I was carefully trying to thrust into her while not wanting to wake her. My orgasm finally arrived and her vagina tightened around me reflexively. She let out a quiet purr and muttered barely above a whisper, “Love at healing” (love that feeling). I said, “Yeah; can there be anything better than that feeling?” I wasn’t expecting a response; the question was meant to be rhetorical. But she answered me anyway saying, “Mmm-hmm.” I was shocked and asked, “There is? What???” This should be good, I thought. She said, “Hunting.” ‘Yep: she is way off in dream land now’, I thought. Just to amuse myself, I said, “You think I should try going hunting?” She said with whispered annoyance, “NNNN…me hunting.” Now I was trying not to laugh so hard that I’d wake her. “You want to go hunting? What would you hunt?” She muttered, “Hop laying (stop playing)! Me; Pelelope hunting.” That was when I realized what she was trying to say. She wasn’t saying ‘hunting’; she was trying to just say ‘hunt’—as in Hunt—my last name! The better feeling she was talking about was if her name was Penelope Lynn Hunt! This 11 year old woman wanted to marry me!!! I knew how I felt about that. I stopped asking questions and was so content with what I just learned that I fell asleep as happy as I had ever been in my 36 years. Right about the time my cock was soft enough for her still very tight vagina to push it out on its’ own, she woke up and rolled over onto my side. She snuggled next to me at ...
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