1. The Lighthouse


    Date: 3/8/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    first experience with anal sex was gone. And so I violated her anus, as the storm continued to rage outside, as the girl lay underneath me occasionally becoming semiconscious and grunting painfully and looking back at me, then lapsing back into u*********sness again. I fucked her ass for several minutes until I finally felt the need to orgasm boiling up inside me and I pulled out. I turned the poor girl over onto her back and climbed up, kneeling above her face, and stuffed my cockhead in her mouth. Her eyes opened again, looking up at me, dim and foggy, and I jacked myself with my head in her mouth. It only took a couple of strokes and I exploded, unleashing pump after pump of come into the young girl's mouth. Her eyes were closed when I came, but she swallowed, coughing and gurgling, come dripping down her cheek. Jenny sat up, hugging the blanket around her still-naked little body, and drank down the horrible coffee in huge gulps. It seemed to perk her up a bit; before that she was looking pretty bad. "So, we should be able to get back to land this morning," I said, "and then we can drive to Chicago, OK?" She gazed into the fire that I'd just resuscitated. "OK." "I don't really have anything for breakfast here, but we can stop somewhere on the mainland for a bite." She smiled, looking at me. "Thanks." "Sure. For what?" "For being nice to me." I felt a little guilty, hearing the girl say that. "Do you have any money?" she asked. "Sure. How much do you need?" "Like two ...
    hundred." I'm sure my jaw dropped. "Two hundred!?" "The thing is, I owe my mom a bunch of money and she won't let me come home unless I pay her." I kind of cleared my throat, not sure what to say. "Please?" She let the blanket slip off her shoulders. "You know what you did to me last night? You can do that again, right now, if you want." "For two huntdred dollars?" "I'm not a prostitute." She looked down at the floor. "I just need the money." "I know you're not a prostitute." "You can... you can do anything you want. You can take pictures if you want." She let the blanket fall, exposing her B cup breasts. It was the first time I'd had a good chance to look at them; they were so very tiny, little more that puffy light-pink nipples rising off her chest. I leaned back on the back legs of the folding chair I was sitting on and took a big swig of the terrible coffee. I knew something was up here. The girl couldn't possibly owe her mom two hundred dollars, could she? I was pretty sure she planned to run away, to keep on running, and that was why she needed the money. I pondered my options. I could just take her home to her mom in Chicago, ruining her chance to run away. Or, I could call the cops, turn the little runaway in. Neither of those were great options because she holds the trump card: if she ratted on me, I'd wind up in prison. And besides, neither of these options led to me getting some more fifteen year old pussy, which was an important factor in the decision as well, I imagine ...
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