Fireworks Another reliable story/and Gilded Cage ! ! WOW !

After first noticing my pubic tomentum and swelling bosom I began wondering what the `` real number Thing '' would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the chance and experimented with finger, hairbrush handgrip, Cucumis sativus, fantasizing about having a real shaft in me. But I never -- never -- thought my fantasy would be fireworks.

All us little girl were into boy now ... sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that ... how `` hot '' he would be ... but it was just talk. We were strictly amateurs, Peeping Tom, readers of dirty fib looking for estimate. We did n't even really appointment, except pretend dates, where we would walk dwelling house from schooltime with a boy, maybe keep back hand, see a movie together, sometimes study together for a test but our judgment and pipe dream were active, especially for me. One day I got brave and asked Ferris inside my house for a soda ... we had walked home from school, our arms brushed, he took my mitt, our second joint brushed and I knew he did that on determination for a reaction. I gave him a response ... a smile ... and asked him to arrive inside. My family line would n't be home from study for a distich hours and he would be long gone by then.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got drinks and white potato chips and we sat talking about school day, instructor ... I did n't even do it how to spill the beans to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to daughter. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his write up and I guess that encouraged him. It was n't long before we were in my living room and he was telling me matter all fille wanted to take heed ... especially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the dress as it showed my knees. `` Do n't do that. I like your knees, '' he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. `` Would you like another soda water ? '' I asked. I was nervous ... very ... and wanted thing to cool down down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the oral fissure ! I tried to get up again but he held pissed. I felt his ramification on mine and was scared but excited, too. `` contribute me another kiss, '' he said turning my head and kissing me again. He held me mean, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my peg over his and pushed me back on the lounge, reaching to kiss me again. Now our trunk were lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front door when we came in but was n't sure. dad made me always lock it when I came dwelling house. It sure was quiet, except for our breath and his whispering : `` I love you. I really jazz you. '' Words I wanted to see and I kissed him back hard. `` Do you love me ? '' he asked. I nodded and our body were hot ; my attire in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my mitt and pulled up my dress. A spate of air cooled my legs and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said `` No. '' He was strong, stronger than me. It did n't matter, my nous was struggling against my trunk now and I felt hot and fallible. My mind relaxed, saying `` No '' and letting it come about, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating -- hot -- sweating -- wet and he again said he loved me and I felt ardent all over except cool where his hand was n't fussy on my body. He was in my panties now, his deal all around me, petting my piddling pilus and niggling wet cunt, on my little back talk. I sat up at this. `` No ! '' I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my garb over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and said he loved me and pushed me back into our couch and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I was n't going to make it sluttish for him and fumbled at his bridge player. He could never imagine I was easy or willing but I hoped he would n't stop. After all, he loved me. Is n't that what he said or did ? He just wanted me like I wanted him, or individual. `` Please do n't, '' I said, but meant : `` Please do n't halt. ``

Then he took my deal, pulling me off the couch, I stood and followed him into my sleeping room. We were both hot and nervous. Ferris lifted my dress again and took down my panties to my mortise joint and I kicked them off, pushing me down on the bed. Dropping his pants to the trading floor and I took wait of him again. He leaned over me, kissing, our raw legs against each other, his knees spreading my peg. I felt cool and hot and dizzy ; my capitulum were ringing ; my arms were around his waist, feeling his cock at my privates.

I was flavourless on my back now. He was big and stiff. I marveled at it. I was hoping my fantasies were about to fall true but he could n't find me and his cock poked around even though my peg were spread and I lifted for him and got scared he would drop out. I did n't cognise what I was doing but knew enough that this beautiful boy needed service. But would he let me touch him ? How absurd ! I reached down and took hold. His cock was wet all over with him and me all hot and all and I guided him, like my fingers, like my favored hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, along my pussy, rubbing his wet turncock on my wet cunt then putting it into my cunt. He pushed and pushed some more and was inside me at close, a little more with each push and finally I knew what a rattling boy 's cock felt like interior. Better than cool down hairbrushes or cucumber, his hammer was hot and throbbing. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to force deep inside like I did my cucumber and tickle me deep. He thrust deeply, rested, I opened my eyes and looked in his. He smiled, whispered"I love you,"and began to propel inside. I closed my heart.

But this was way, way better, a genuine cock. He was breathing on my neck and holding my shoulders down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally got some good flavour. I was n't thinking about him now and was remembering how hairbrushes and things made me feel and hoping this would be better, you know, and was enjoying it all that I did n't hear our front door opened. All I could feel was his thrusting ; construction feelings in me. I turned my head to the incline to get Sir Thomas More air for this moment of climax that was coming.

Opening my eyes to look directly into my father 's face at the chamber door ! I was torn. I was just building to a unspoiled backbreaking come and was at just that detail where I could n't control myself I wanted it so bad. I could n't stop even if I wanted to. Even if may father 's face was a horror. But he stood there and I lay there and my ignorant new boyfriend Ferris was churning me. I was almost there when my Father-God kicked Ferris in the butt. `` Get out of this theater ! What do you retrieve you 're doing ? '' father said. But Ferris was almost advent and could n't stop either and I could n't block up even though my facial expression was covered with split and my heart pounding. My trunk taking a yummy pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his putz into me real hard. It hurt me, but did n't pain me. He was driving shaft nails and erotic thrills into my organic structure ... hurting me, but setting me on flak, making me total so difficult I just closed my optic hoping my male parent would kick back Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very dear. Striking into me with painfulness and pleasure and my tear streaming down my expression. I was in a delirium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed, grabbed his pant and was out the door. I heard the front doorway make a gaudy slam. Now I was pulsing and frighten off and drained and opened my heart finally.

There was my father, looking down on me. `` You little strumpet ! '' he said. `` You dirty piffling strumpet ! '' I did n't know what was coming side by side except then he said : `` I 'm going to learn you a lesson. '' I did n't know what lesson but I had sure learned about cuming hard and father's kicking Ferris had unknowingly taught me that already. I closed my eyes ... my organic structure hot, bare, undefendable ... not knowing what he would do. Then I felt the bed move and my legs were pushed even further apart. I had been lying there all exposed. I mean, I had cum so hard I could n't move and was just lying there completely exposed to my begetter 's regard. The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. What could I do or say ? I felt another intemperate turncock poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to come hard again. I was surprised that my father 's cock was even self-aggrandizing than Ferris 's. I was n't a cock expert, not yet, but my paw barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. `` I 'm going to instruct you a example, '' he said again. Then he pushed inside, but he did n't seem to fit, even as wet as I was. He pushed again, stretching me. I kept my eye closed, wondering about all this, nervous now for my moral. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and hurt me. `` It hurts, Daddy, '' I said. `` I want to hurt you. You 've been a soiled little hussy and motive to pick up your lesson, '' and he pushed harder into me. Now his face was on mine and he kept thrusting, it was toothsome and I was dizzy again ... Each time he fucked me he said, in a regular recurrence"You"... thrust ..."little"... jabbing ..."slut !"I held on to him and began to shake.

But as he kept at me he kissed me on the mouth and whispered that he liked fucking me. That I had a consistency made for fucking and cuming ; that my bitch was tight on him. My nous was racing and my physical structure was still hot and started getting hotter. I raised my hips involuntarily. I flexed my cunt muscles to defend him. `` It feels beneficial does n't it ? '' he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught a object lesson I was going to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a dull calendar method of birth control, whispering those discussion and then faster each fourth dimension and each time going deeper. I began to feel him inscrutable than any hairbrush handle or anything. He was opening new section of me and I began to tremble as he went into me each time. I put my arm around his shoulder and held him close. He was breathing in my ear and calling me dirty thing : his little harlot ; his dirty lady friend and all these thing made me hotter and then I knew there were more than fireworks for me. From my toes to my font I was feeling his shaft stroking inscrutable inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot face against me biting on his ear, tasting his blood and stew and learning my lesson. One I would never forget. And he often reminded me even if I did n't need reminding. Every hazard we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone. I was his"unclean little miss"and loved it all.

The girlfriend in the Gilded batting cage A small true story in San Antonio

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It was my Mom's approximation and embarrassing but at that age I did what I was told. Little did Mom bed that Dad was regularly fucking me and I was horny all the time.

It was a fund-raiser in San Antonio and piece of the consequence was to bid on the"Girl in the Gilded Cage"which was me in a scanty outfit. Having all these citizenry, these lusting men, staring at me sent chill throughout my youthful eubstance. They all wanted me, I just knew it. But it was otherwise all in fun and I blushed when I was"auctioned"off and all in fun as the winner simply gave money to the charity and didn't even come over to say"Hello."

It was very dinner dress and no hanky-panky allowed…and mostly I was under Mom's watchful eyes anyway…so embarrassment, shivers, blushing was all that was my reward for raising money :"The girlfriend in the Gilded Cage."

Later, after the result, I was walking around the corridors of the hotel looking for a nerveless drink. I was standing, ordering a soda when a man came up behind me, touching my little skimpy costume, and whispering something dirty in my ear…you know…that"dirty"thing…"Wan na go somewhere and fuck ?"He startled me. I turned around and stepped back. Looking at him, he looked like my Dad…that wasn't a good matter in my state of matter because when I looked at Dad my cunt got hot…just looking at Dad made me want to spread my legs for a good licking and then be taught the latest lesson in ass by Dad…we did it every chance we got…I loved the feelings in my body that he gave me.

We had our trivial routine, Dad and I did…he would whisper in my ear, lick my ear, kiss my mouth…I would give him my knife and then all the quietus would happen. I would have a climax for the ages each and every time.

So, I turned around and here was this guy, with a grin and a twinkle in his eye and he looked like my Dad ! I was instantly wet and also afraid. He was a stranger. He took my hand and we walked away from the crapulence return."I've always wanted to fuck the fille in the Gilded Cage and especially justly now."His words were absurd and I pulled away. He took out his wallet and some bills…I saw a $ 50 and a $ 100…he handed them to me. I took his script !

"We don't have to really do anything. I was just kidding. You're too untried for me anyway."I took the money. It was a lot."But,"he said,"just come to my room and we can sit and speak. We don't have to do anything you don't want."I walked with him now. He was harmless he said and I believed him and, after all, what could possibly materialise that I wasn't already doing with Dad and this was new and exciting…I tucked the money in my petty outfit.

We got on the elevator…walked down the hall and into his room. He smelled nice and was gracious to me. He opened a bottle of wine-coloured and gave me a drink…it was hot as it traveled down my throat and seemed to focalise on my cunt…my cunt was getting hot just at the vista and the wine helped. I didn't need any help. I was hoping he would do something, like Dad would do. My ear was cook for a osculation ; my tongue was ready and, yes, even with this stranger, my pussy was ready. I wondered how it would feel with mortal other than Dad. I was anxious to find oneself out but sat there quietly.

"I'm going to put on a gown,"he said,"and I'll bring one for you so you can get out of that lean little outfit."I was tired of my outfit. It was too snug…I unzipped and stepped out of it as he handed me a robe. I wrapped the robe around me and we sat opposite each other. He got some more wine, handed me my chalk and flex down to kiss me…I turned my chief and he landed a osculation on my ear…that was the beginning…I should have just kissed him on the oral fissure, arrive up and left with my money but I didn't.

Just kissing my ear got me started…I was ashamed of myself but what I did was, as he backed away, took his script and pulled him to me for a mouth candy kiss, inserting my knife into his mouth. He took the tip. Not much hint was needed and he pushed the robe off my shoulder joint which fell to the arms of the chair…he pushed off his gown and I reached for his cock which was stiff as a board already…I pulled his rooster to me for a kiss…just like I did with Dad…this was the same thing, I told myself, just a"not-Dad"otherwise the same. A man, a man cock, now kissing his cock, licking the real sensitive portion underneath just like Dad had taught me.

This was the Lapp except I was getting paid for doing what I liked doing anyway. I started to think of that stopcock fucking me. It made me really hot. Dad had taught me raft of tricks and I played with this man's balls. I looked up at him…his eyes were closed, a calmness on his face…hands holding my headway to him…all men are alike I began to consider as this secondly man in my life was acting just like Dad…his lump hardened as I sucked and licked and sucked some more. Then I stopped ; the man's centre opened looking down at me…

"I don't want you to make out in my mouth,"I said, licking my back talk and tasting his pre-cum…it tasted good. He stared at me, questioning."You know,"I said."Know what ?"he asked."You know where I want you to come,"I said. A big grinning appeared now…"Why you are a little slut,"he said. That"strumpet"word of honor thrilled me…just like Dad would say ! All men are alike. But this man was more slender and had a freehanded cock…way bigger…I wondered if my tight small miss snatch could postulate something like this man's cock. What if it didn't fit ? I licked him again but this time licked him down."Not yet,"I said."I want to soften you up a little. You might be too big for me. I'm still a little girl."I could see him breathing hard and his cock did soften…but not for long.

He lifted me up from my chair and now we were both naked ; both bodies hot and I felt his diffuse rooster on my belly…he was tall than Dad and I started to reckon he might anguish me with that big cock…but he took direction of my little body and moved me to the side of the lounge ; making me lie back. He took my knees and disseminate them apart. He lifted my legs straight up, putting my bounder on his shoulders. Then he took my heels in his men and disperse me candid, looking down."You're too big,"I said."Relax,"he said. I couldn't relax…I was naked and spread…I put my hands down on my snatch.

"You have a beautiful slit,"he said,"and you are really a blond. I like that."I smiled and waited."Don't hurt me,"I said."I won't,"he said,"but you are so hot. I'll be careful. You're no virgin, are you ?"I shook my head."Who ?"he asked."My Dad,"I told him. His cock flexed at"Dad ?"

"You really are a slut then,"he said. I loved that word. It made my bitch backtalk pulse. He saw that and smiled. I took my hand off myself and took hold of his giant cock. I was scared but a hot scared. He lifted my hindquarters a small so we were bitch to cock. I felt just the tip, putting my hand on it, lifting it up and down my cunt, I was wet and slippery and so was he…I thrill again but not from fearfulness. I wanted his prick in me. His cock flexed with my touching. I closed my eyes, waiting for this affair to happen.

"You know what a slovenly woman ilk ?"he teased,"A hussy with a wet cunt wants fucking,"he said and I felt the kickoff air pressure of his cock on me. He spread my stage some more. I felt vulnerable and started to hurt for his cock. I was ready for him to fuck me and looked up at him :"Please,"I said."Please fuck me Dad."It was what I had been trained to say and in this minute the lyric just came out and I was at home with my Dad and he always told me to ask him…now without thinking…those words came out.

This man was now stretching me with his vast dick. I put my hand on the teras and played with the shaft…I could feel it inching into my torso, stopping, letting my puss adjust and then more inches and more inches, it seemed to be very long as it inched and stretched. I squeezed on him just like Dad had taught me to do. He moved his hands on my thighs, lifting my rear and agitate deep. I finally felt his balls hit my ass. He was up me to his hilt and I let out a deep breathing place. I could convey this big cock…Dad's footling girl was now all grown up and I wanted him to get it on me now.

I was ready and lifted on him as he slowly withdrew and then hit into me again, his testis slapping against my behind. I squeezed on his cock and he withdrew and plunged again each time hitting me trench inside. I wasn't a virgin but I was a virgin for this form of deep, huge hammer, fucking and couldn't catch my breath…I clung to his waistline with my little bridge player as he fucked and fucked and I started to shake and grunt and let out a loud cry as he went extra oceanic abyss pushing my back against the couch…I didn't want him to stop now…"Please…don't….stop,"I mumbled and he didn't…No, he didn't until every emotion in my little body had released…until I had come and come again and milked every bit of spermatozoon from that foresightful, thick dick of his. It was much better than Dad…I didn't know how I could really enjoy Dad again…but I would try.

"Get dressed,"he said after we had rested and recuperated…"You are a extra, sexual little girl. I don't think I ever enjoyed fucking anyone as a good deal as fucking you."I got dressed and he opened the door, giving me a good bye kiss and feeling the fork of my minuscule equip. I looked down. It was another $ 100 bill. I walked down the student residence, proud of myself for being able to handle a pecker that big. I was all grown up and had adequate money for a new dress.

I looked forward to side by side class and being the"Girl in the Gilded Cage"and another dress…looking forward to a man with a big fucking cock .