MasukHe stands up and pulls me to the very edge of the table. I'm still bent back all the way, my pussy and ass open to him, waiting to be violated. My eyes are on his, and I see for the first time the look of pure lust in his face as he rubs his cock along my slit and then further back, pressing against my virgin ass. Gently, he starts pushing the head inside me and I whimper, my breath catching in my throat when I cry out in pain. I feel so stretched, such an invasion, so wrong... I'm shaking my head, trying to take deep breaths, anything to accommodate this thick cock filling my most private place.He groans. "Ohhh god you're so fucking tight, Joanna... Mmmmm...." I feel him sliding inside me slowly, every inch of his length filling me, like he'll never stop... I bite down onto his shoulder when he tells me that he's buried all the way inside me now, his cock in my ass, he's saying it over and over again, holding himself inside me until I start to relax a bit. He takes my hand from behi
"What a filthy little whore you are, Joanna," he smirks at me. "Is your pussy wet?"I open my mouth to answer but then I stop myself and instead I slip my hand into the waistband of my panties, drawing the opening of my slit with my fingertips. I gasp when I feel how creamy my pussy has gotten, still sore from being fucked by Jeff, but unmistakably swollen and leaking with desire now... I bring my wet fingers to Mike's face, running them around his lips again and again before he catches them in his mouth and sucks on them greedily."Mmmm," he moans as he licks and sucks my creamy little fingers. "Such a sweet young cunt..." He brings me up to my feet and then gets down on his knees, his face only inches from my mound. I close my eyes and a moment later, I feel his breath on me through the cotton, then his nose pressed against my slit, inhaling... Fuck, that feels so good, his breath so warm on my panties, his nose pressing against my clit. I whimper and grind against his face impatien
I am... a very bad girl... I can hear him saying that to me in my ear, in that deep husky voice.I'm wearing Jeff's white button down shirt, a little drunk from being out earlier that night. The top few buttons are undone so that you can see the round fullness of my tits and the depth of my cleavage every time I lean down. The bottom of the shirt hangs to the middle of my thighs, just barely covering my ass as long as I don't bend over. And I have my panties on too, always the same black cotton string bikini ones I wore in high school. No pants, bare feet, my long brown hair in a tousled ponytail, a little damp at the nape of my neck from sweat. Of course, I've just been fucked. Jeff's still in bed watching the movie we'd popped into the VCR. I always do this, come down for a cigarette after we fuck, and if there's a bottle of wine open in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass. Jeff has the coolest parents. They never seem to care about that kind of stuff.As I file down the last few sta
My wardrobe was a huge problem. I'd always worn my older sister's hand-me-downs, but after she ran away, that supply dried up. My mother ignored me and never took me shopping for new clothes. I didn't even own a proper bra until I was nineteen, and even then, it was with a friends help. So that summer, I was still wearing the same flimsy t-shirts and shorts from years before, except now they were tight against my new shape.For the first time in my life, boys started noticing me. I'd been invisible to them for so long, and now their glances felt like I was in the spotlight. I didn't know if they were seeing me or just the outline of my breasts through my small tight fitting tops. It was exciting and confusing at the same time.Mentally, I was still naive. I knew nothing about sex. There was no internet to secretly search, no sex education at school, and my mother had certainly never given me "the talk." I was so sheltered from my church upbringing that I honestly had only a fuzzy, chi
I am the middle child with two sisters. Our household was controlled by my very religious and strict father. He was raised deeply religious, and he raised his daughters with the same strict religious beliefs that he was raised with decades before. My mother, on the other hand, had come from a completely different world, a secular, fun-loving family, but she went along with my father's rules, for better or worse I suppose.Saying that the church was a huge part of our lives would be an understatement; it was our whole universe. Sunday wasn't just about morning service. We'd leave the house before nine, many times not returning until the late evening. The entire day was filled with events such as, potluck, choir, fund raising, and prayer circle, etc. And that was just one day. The church calendar bled into most other days of the week. Our lives were fully submerged in the church. I was shuffled between Sunday School, choir practice, band, youth group, Bible study, retreats, and summer c
I parted my lips and took Travis into my mouth, sliding down his familiar length until his smooth, swollen head kissed the entrance of my throat. He gave the gentlest roll of his hips -- just enough to ease that final inch past the tight ring of muscle -- and I swallowed around him, feeling his pulse throb against my tongue while a low, approving groan rumbled through his chest and into my bones. At the exact same second, Vincent's restraint snapped; with a guttural sound he surged forward, burying that last impossible inch of his thick cock inside me in one slick, claiming push. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming, my pussy clamped down hard, spasming helplessly around his girth while my throat struggled around Travis, every breath, every heartbeat suddenly centered on the two rigid shafts filling me from both ends. I had never felt more completely full in my life; Front and back, mouth and cunt, stuffed and pinned and perfectly, deliriously owned, suspended between the two me







