1. Band Camp


    Date: 9/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Teen, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    and it will be easier." I put a hand on her shoulder and pushed with my hips, but nothing. He pussy was clamped shut this far in. Must be as far as her little boyfriend could go. I kept pushing, fighting with this barely used pussy. "Wait! Wait. Stop! You're in all the way!" Krista protested, her arm shot back and her fingertips were pressing against my beer belly. I slapped her hand away and grabbed both hips. I stood firm and pulled her onto me. She let out an ear piercing scream of bloody murder at the moment her pussy gave and released. It opened fully for me and the rest of my length sank in. Krista was panting, or maybe sobbing, her face back in her hands. I stroked her hair over her shoulders and onto her back. She had great hair. It was totally straight but seemed frizzy. I don't know how girls do that look but it was very young coed in nature. I wanted to watch it bounce. I kicked her feet forward a bit, sticking her pussy out better to receive me. I gripped each hip hard and pulled back while pushing her forward. I was so big to her that it was hard for her pussy to let me go. I was wedged. But it gave away and I pulled out to the tip, and started pushing in again. "Ooooooooooh Goooooooooooooood!" Krista groaned into the counter. I kept sliding, going slow and gentle back in to almost the hilt. I slowly fucked her in this way for the next 3 minutes. The clock clicked over to 4:43. Damn! It took so fucking long just to open her up. 3 minutes! It was crazy, I didn't ...
    feel much that first bit of time. It was honestly more of a power and submission thing on this asshole bitch. It wasn't until now that the animal lust was seeping away and the pleasure of copulation was taking over. I couldn't hold back anymore, it was time to fuck. I put one hand on her lower back and pushed her to the counter firmly. My other hand grabbed onto her clavicle and without a warning, I started pumping. Krista, whose head had been lying in her hands and silent suddenly popped up at the second thrust. "Hhhhheeyyy! Hey don't. Don't! Don't! Ow! OOOOWW!" She began to squeal and protest, not ready to take me aggressively, but it didn't matter. I was down to three minutes. No! Two! Shit! "Ung! Ow! Aaaaaaaah! Shit!!! OOOWOWOWOOOWOWW! Please Mr. Kowolski!!! Please---AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She began wailing like a siren with pauses with each thrust. I loved it. She was beside herself. I kept slamming. Her right hand reached back and grabbed my right arm. "OOOOOOOWWWW! NNNNNNNAAAGH! Please!!! It's going to tear!!!" She screamed at me. I was so glad the windows were closed and the air conditioning was on. No one could hear her pleas. Her other hand reached back and pressed my stomach. The clock turned to 4:45. It was go time. I grabbed each of her wrists and pulled back hard, flexing the muscles of her shoulders and back that were bare due to the style of the dress. I pulled back on her arms and thrusted back and forth as fast as I could. About 15 pumps in ...
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