Fireworks Another dependable story/and Gilded John Cage ! ! WOW !

After first noticing my pubic hairs and swelling breasts I began wondering what the `` existent Thing '' would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the opportunity and experimented with fingers, hairbrush handles, Cucumis sativus, fantasizing about having a real cock in me. But I never -- never -- thought my fantasy would be fireworks.

All us girls were into boys now ... sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that ... how `` hot '' he would be ... but it was just talk. We were strictly amateurs, voyeurs, lecturer of dirty narrative looking for ideas. We did n't even really day of the month, except pretend dates, where we would walk family from school with a boy, maybe bear hands, see a movie together, sometimes study together for a test but our mind and dreams were active, especially for me. One day I got intrepid and asked Ferris inside my planetary house for a washing soda ... we had walked house from school, our blazonry brushed, he took my hand, our thighs brushed and I knew he did that on purpose for a response. I gave him a reaction ... a grin ... and asked him to come inside. My folks would n't be home from work for a couple 60 minutes and he would be long gone by then.

We sat at the kitchen mesa and I got potable and white potato vine chips and we sat talking about school, instructor ... I did n't even love how to talk to a boy but Ferris knew how to talk to girls. He was the cutest guy in class according to us. He talked and I listened and smiled and tried to laugh at his level and I guess that encouraged him. It was n't long before we were in my living way and he was telling me thing all girls wanted to hear ... 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 picayune and blushed. `` Would you like another sodium carbonate ? '' I asked. I was nervous ... very ... and wanted things to cool down down. So Ferris wanted another pop and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth ! I tried to get up again but he held squiffy. I felt his branch on mine and was scared but excited, too. `` fall in me another kiss, '' he said turning my chief and kissing me again. He held me tight, insisting, so I kissed him back adjusting on his lap.

He pulled my legs over his and pushed me back on the couch, reaching to kiss me again. Now our bodies were lengthwise, his case hot on mine. I thought I locked the presence door when we came in but was n't sure. pa made me always lock it when I came home. It for sure was quiesce, except for our breath and his whispers : `` I love you. I really get it on you. '' Words I wanted to listen and I kissed him back hard. `` Do you sleep with me ? '' he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot ; my dress in disarray and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my helping hand and pulled up my apparel. A hurry of air cooled my peg and his hand was hot on me. I squirmed and said `` No. '' He was strong, warm than me. It did n't matter, my thinker was struggling against my organic structure now and I felt hot and sapless. My mind relaxed, saying `` No '' and letting it happen, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating -- hot -- sweating -- wet and he again said he loved me and I felt lovesome all over except cool where his hired hand was n't engaged on my trunk. He was in my panties now, his manpower all around me, petting my little hairs and trivial wet slit, on my little lips. I sat up at this. `` No ! '' I said and I really meant it this time, pushing down my dress over my knees pushing at his hand but he just kissed me again and said he loved me and pushed me back into our redact and now the couch was holding me. I was being raped, but I wanted him to. I was n't going to make it easy for him and fumbled at his hands. He could never think 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 someone. `` Please do n't, '' I said, but meant : `` Please do n't stop. ``

Then he took my hand, pulling me off the lounge, I stood and followed him into my bedroom. We were both hot and nervous. Ferris lifted my dress again and took down my step-in to my ankles and I kicked them off, pushing me down on the bed. Dropping his pants to the floor and I took hold of him again. He leaned over me, kissing, our naked pegleg against each early, his knee spreading my legs. I felt aplomb and hot and dizzy ; my ears were ringing ; my blazon were around his shank, feeling his cock at my privates.

I was monotonous on my back now. He was big and stiff. I marveled at it. I was hoping my phantasy were about to come in straight but he could n't find me and his rooster poked around even though my legs were bedspread and I lifted for him and got scared he would quit. I did n't have sex what I was doing but knew enough that this beautiful boy needed help. But would he let me refer him ? How ridiculous ! I reached down and took detention. His cock was wet all over with him and me all hot and all and I guided him, like my fingers, like my favorite hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, along my slit, rubbing his wet cock on my wet puss then putting it into my puss. He pushed and pushed some more and was inside me at in conclusion, a little more with each pushing and finally I knew what a real boy 's cock felt like inside. in force than cool down hairbrushes or cucumbers, his cock was hot and throbbing. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to crusade deep inside like I did my cucumber and thrill me deeply. He thrust deeply, rested, I opened my eyes and looked in his. He smiled, whispered"I love you,"and began to move inside. I closed my eyes.

But this was way, way better, a real cock. He was breathing on my cervix and holding my shoulders down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally got some serious feelings. 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 learn our front door open. All I could find was his thrusting ; building impression in me. I turned my head to the English to get more air for this here and now of coming that was coming.

Opening my centre to look directly into my father 's face at the bedroom room access ! I was torn. I was just building to a safe heavy cum and was at just that point where I could n't control myself I wanted it so bad. I could n't block off even if I wanted to. Even if may engender 's face was a revulsion. But he stood there and I lay there and my unknowing new boyfriend Ferris was churning me. I was almost there when my founder kicked Ferris in the butt. `` Get out of this theater ! What do you think you 're doing ? '' begetter said. But Ferris was almost coming and could n't arrest either and I could n't discontinue even though my expression was covered with rip and my heart pounding. My consistency taking a delightful pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his rooster into me real number hard. It hurt me, but did n't hurt me. He was driving dick nails and erotic thrills into my consistency ... hurting me, but setting me on flame, making me come so hard I just closed my centre hoping my Padre would recoil Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very good. Striking into me with annoyance and pleasure and my tears streaming down my face. I was in a craze of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed, grabbed his pants and was out the threshold. I heard the front door make a tatty dig. Now I was pulsing and scared and drained and opened my eyes finally.

There was my don, looking down on me. `` You little slut ! '' he said. `` You dirty short slut ! '' I did n't bang what was coming following except then he said : `` I 'm going to teach you a lesson. '' I did n't sleep together what deterrent example but I had for certain learned about cuming heavily and father's kicking Ferris had unknowingly taught me that already. I closed my center ... my body hot, naked, undefended ... 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 father 's regard. The bed moved again and I heard another zipper. What could I do or say ? I felt another hard cock thrust at me and instinctually reached down to draw it, hoping to fall hard again. I was surprised that my male parent 's cock was even braggy than Ferris 's. I was n't a cock expert, not yet, but my hired hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. `` I 'm going to learn you a deterrent 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 eyes closed, wondering about all this, anxious now for my deterrent example. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and anguish me. `` It hurts, pop, '' I said. `` I want to suffer you. You 've been a sordid little strumpet and need to learn your lesson, '' and he pushed harder into me. Now his font was on mine and he kept thrusting, it was delicious and I was dizzy again ... Each metre he fucked me he said, in a rhythm"You"... knife thrust ..."little"... thrust ..."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 body made for fucking and cuming ; that my bitch was tight on him. My mind was racing and my body was still hot and started getting hotter. I raised my pelvic girdle involuntarily. I flexed my cunt muscles to concord him. `` It feels expert does n't it ? '' he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught a moral I was going to enjoy it. He was thrusting in a easy rhythm, whispering those intelligence and then faster each clip and each time going deeper. I began to feel him thick than any hairbrush handgrip or anything. He was opening new share of me and I began to tremble as he went into me each time. I put my subdivision around his berm and held him close. He was breathing in my ear and calling me unclean things : his little whore ; his dirty miss and all these thing made me hotter and then I knew there were more fireworks for me. From my toes to my typeface I was feeling his cock stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my bobby pin, breathed on his hot face against me biting on his ear, tasting his blood and fret and learning my example. One I would never forget. And he often reminded me even if I did n't need reminding. Every probability we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone. I was his"cheating little girl"and loved it all.

The Girl in the Gilded Cage A little true story in San Antonio

Annerogerduncan @ sti.net

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

It was a fund-raiser in San Antonio and part of the case was to bid on the"lady friend in the Gilded Cage"which was me in a pantie outfit. Having all these people, these lusting men, staring at me sent shivers throughout my youthful body. 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 Greek valerian and didn't even come over to say"Hello."

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

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

We had our short workaday, Dad and I did…he would whisper in my ear, lick my ear, kiss my mouth…I would pay him my natural language and then all the rest would come about. I would throw a climax for the years each and every time.

So, I turned around and here was this guy, with a smiling and a twinkle in his eye and he looked like my Dad ! I was instantly wet and also afraid. He was a unknown. He took my helping hand and we walked away from the drink counter."I've always wanted to bonk the Girl in the Gilded Cage and especially right 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 mitt !

"We don't have to really do anything. I was just kidding. You're too unseasoned for me anyway."I took the money. It was a lot."But,"he said,"just come to my room and we can sit and babble out. 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 happen that I wasn't already doing with Dad and this was new and exciting…I tucked the money in my little outfit.

We got on the elevator…walked down the hallway and into his room. He smelled decent and was nice to me. He opened a bottle of wine and gave me a drink…it was hot as it traveled down my pharynx and seemed to focus on my cunt…my twat was getting hot just at the prospect and the wine helped. I didn't need any helper. I was hoping he would do something, like Dad would do. My ear was set for a kiss ; my tongue was fix and, yes, even with this stranger, my cunt was ready. I wondered how it would feel with mortal early than Dad. I was queasy to find out but sat there quietly.

"I'm going to put on a robe,"he said,"and I'll bring one for you so you can get out of that skimpy short outfit."I was tired of my outfit. It was too snug…I unzipped and stepped out of it as he handed me a gown. I wrapped the robe around me and we sat opposite each other. He got some more wine, handed me my glass and deflect down to kiss me…I turned my head and he landed a kiss on my ear…that was the beginning…I should have got just kissed him on the mouth, gotten 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 hand and pulled him to me for a mouth kiss, inserting my tongue into his mouth. He took the tinge. Not much hint was needed and he pushed the gown off my articulatio humeri which fell to the weaponry of the chair…he pushed off his robe and I reached for his cock which was corpse as a board already…I pulled his cock 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 like. A man, a man putz, now kissing his cock, licking the literal sensitive theatrical role underneath just like Dad had taught me.

This was the Saami except I was getting paid for doing what I liked doing anyway. I started to call up of that cock fucking me. It made me really hot. Dad had taught me lots 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 read/write head to him…all men are alike I began to recollect as this endorse man in my life was acting just like Dad…his balls hardened as I sucked and licked and sucked some more. Then I stopped ; the man's eye opened looking down at me…

"I don't want you to descend in my mouthpiece,"I said, licking my lips and tasting his pre-cum…it tasted estimable. He stared at me, questioning."You know,"I said."Know what ?"he asked."You know where I want you to hail,"I said. A big smile appeared now…"Why you are a little slut,"he said. That"slut"word thrilled me…just like Dad would say ! All men are alike. But this man was to a greater extent slender and had a expectant cock…way bigger…I wondered if my plastered fiddling missy cunt could lease something like this man's hammer. What if it didn't fit ? I licked him again but this fourth dimension licked him down."Not yet,"I said."I want to break you up a little. You might be too big for me. I'm still a fiddling girl."I could get word him breathing hard and his pecker did soften…but not for long.

He lifted me up from my chairperson and now we were both naked ; both trunk hot and I felt his soft cock on my belly…he was taller than Dad and I started to think he might hurt me with that big cock…but he took charge of my little body and moved me to the side of the couch ; making me lie back. He took my articulatio genus and pass around them apart. He lifted my branch straight up, putting my heel on his shoulders. Then he took my heels in his manus and disseminate me exposed, 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 cunt.

"You have a beautiful cunt,"he said,"and you are really a blonde. 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 headland."Who ?"he asked."My Dad,"I told him. His tool flexed at"Dad ?"

"You really are a loose woman then,"he said. I loved that word. It made my cunt mouth pulse. He saw that and smiled. I took my mitt off myself and took handgrip of his giant peter. I was scared but a hot scared. He lifted my butt end a piddling so we were slit to tittup. I felt just the tip, putting my handwriting on it, lifting it up and down my slit, I was wet and slippery and so was he…I shivered again but not from fright. I wanted his cock in me. His cock flexed with my touch. I closed my centre, waiting for this thing to happen.

"You know what a strumpet likes ?"he teased,"A slut with a wet cunt wants fucking,"he said and I felt the first air pressure of his putz on me. He spread my legs some more. I felt vulnerable and started to ache for his prick. I was prepare for him to fuck me and looked up at him :"Please,"I said."Please get laid me Dad."It was what I had been trained to say and in this moment the watchword just came out and I was at home with my Dad and he always told me to ask him…now without thinking…those speech came out.

This man was now stretching me with his huge hammer. I put my hired hand on the monster and played with the shaft…I could feel it inching into my organic structure, stopping, letting my cunt adjust and then to a greater extent column inch and more in, 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 thigh, lifting my hind end and pressed trench. I finally felt his balls hit my bottom. He was up me to his hilt and I let out a deep intimation. I could take this big cock…Dad's little miss was now all grown up and I wanted him to fuck me now.

I was ready and lifted on him as he slowly withdrew and then hit into me again, his ballock slapping against my bottom. I squeezed on his prick and he withdrew and plunged again each time hitting me deep inside. I wasn't a virgin but I was a Virgo for this kind of oceanic abyss, Brobdingnagian hammer, fucking and couldn't catch my breath…I clung to his waist with my little deal as he fucked and fucked and I started to shake and grunt and let out a loud cry as he went extra deep pushing my binding against the couch…I didn't want him to check now…"Please…don't….stop,"I mumbled and he didn't…No, he didn't until every emotion in my little dead body had released…until I had come and come again and milked every bit of sperm cell from that long, deep cock of his. It was much better than Dad…I didn't know how I could really bask Dad again…but I would try.

"Get dressed,"he said after we had rested and recuperated…"You are a peculiar, sexual little girl. I don't think I ever enjoyed fucking anyone as much as fucking you."I got dressed and he opened the door, giving me a unspoiled bye candy kiss and feeling the crotch of my minuscule outfit. I looked down. It was another $ 100 posting. I walked down the hall, proud of myself for being able to address a putz that big. I was all grown up and had sufficiency money for a new dress.

I looked forward to next year and being the"Girl in the Gilded coop"and another dress…looking forward to a man with a big shag cock .