***First part, did n't cause time to finish. When I do I will post painting of the characters****

"Ungh ! Orrnnnnn Jeeeezus !"Natasha heard him growl into her neck, his face buried in her flesh.
Her spinal column was hurting. She was smashed up against the roofing tile heel counter. well her lower back and the tip of her ass was. She felt a footling shaky to be true, but she just kept her sassing shut and let him go, she doubted he would be willing to lay off. Not even for her.

If there was one thing she had learned about men, when they were snug to coming, not practically else made a fucking difference. If the dick was hard and her pussy was lodging it, it wouldn't be long before it reached its end, that a good deal she had imperiled evidence of.

Natasha felt another hard thrust, wincing from the pain of her pelvis being hit so gruelling by his jetty. He had one bridge player under her depart thigh, just barely supporting her weight unit. She had to purloin her early leg around his waist just to support herself. Not that she was fleshy, she was damn well fit, she worked hard at that. His former hand was pressed up against the cupboard. Natasha couldn't remove her centre off the clock up on the wall. It was actually her granddaddy's, a house heirloom zany clock. She was watching the second hand, it had become an compulsion of hers. It was amazing how fast they were. When she would masturbate to reach pleasure it always took a good half hour or longer to really do it right. But not guys, not the first prison term. The first fourth dimension was never long.

Now a regular of hers, her exclusively real even these 24-hour interval, had told her it was because she was so attractive. That it was a compliment ; that she was too cute, too sexy, too sozzled and too soundly at coitus for any man to take for out. She was gladiolus that she had never ended up do in time with the boy at schoolhouse. They wouldn't last any longer from what she had heard, and all you got for your trouble was a pregnancy panic. At least she valued herself properly. well, except this fourth dimension, this metre wasn't her estimation, but considering the situation she was forcing herself to try to be accepting. shucks, she had created this colossus. Should couldn't rightly be angry about it. She would just have to douche a lot tonight, make indisputable she got it all.

5 more second on the clock. That made 35, which was enough for arcsecond seat on her first of all timer's leaning.

Natasha felt his hand grab her pilus in a frailty grip behind her head, clenching her pilus. His other bridge player was still on her thigh, squeezing hard, like it had been from the get-go. She felt her breasts bounce in her shirt on the next few ticker from him, and had to smile to herself, so many times they never even got her shirt off. Amazing she felt since her titty were shucks prissy if she said so herself. The smacking sound of their genitals and groins smashing together was getting forte, and she felt a tap below her puss where his lengthy sack slapped her. He had pulled his head off of her neck and his forehead was pressing against hers, and pushing hard. Boring into her head the way his cock was boring into her slit.

She knew he was close, they always got maniacal when they were close. When they passed that moment of fucking, or she supposed for some girls, loving ; where they weren't men anymore, not human, but pleasure inebriate, and nothing would stop them from achieving their finish at that point. They changed, they just changed. .. . even the ones she liked.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh baby ! Oh, oh truelove ! Oh, oh rrr, rrrrr, RRRRR, RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNNNNNN !"

She felt his diaphragm, she felt him stiffen. She felt him buck. She closed her eyes, and felt warmness inside her, a significant amount of it. It was so crazy, sometimes she was warm, sometimes she was cool down, and this meter, she felt nothing, almost stale. But she must deliver felt fine to him.

47 secondment. He came within 4 seconds of the record. She had kind of been rooting for him. Like it would stand for this fuck as extra, because it really was, even though she felt to benumb inside to work on it.

She stroked the spine of his scalp through his hair, massaging him as he did a hard buck again. How much, she wondered. How much is he letting unloosen inside me. Sometimes if she was really turned on and super sensitive she could actually feel the vibration of their cocks when they came. After all, there was never a condom in the way. They never chose a condom.

He whimpered a few times, his impudence was pressed up against hers."Ohmmmmy gaaaaaaaaaawd. Moosssshhhhhit. Shhhhhhhhit baby."

He was panting and she could feel his ticker racing, beating hard enough to experience on her chest. Her tit jiggled with the power of his jiffy. She held him, his aging, calloused consistency in contrast to her flaccid, supple, aphrodisiac number.

He went quiet, just breathing toilsome, still gripping her leg, but his other handwriting was on the countertop now, helping support his balance. She never got over how docile and assuage them became after they dropped a measure of their cum inside her. She wondered if this moment was the one that fooled most women into thinking the men cared about them. She felt she knew better. They were all horny deviate, and she would never micturate the mistake of trusting one with her beloved.

She knew this phase lasts about 5 minutes or so. And while she wasn't turned on, nor had experienced any delight, she still had an endorphin release. A side effect of mentally knowing she had just copulated. She wouldn't be pregnant, she was on the oral contraceptive pill. Thank god she lived in a handsome state where she could get the pill. pregnancy would have fucked everything up.

Her idea slowly drifted, as she waited for her buff to recover from the orgasm her womb had given him. It actually wasn't that long ago in the grand scheme of things, but she was young, and time was much dense for her. So it felt like old age. 16 month. 16 months since that first time. The very first time. That time she had an orgasm, which she later learned was a gift, that the first fourth dimension for almost women was more afflictive than gratifying. But she had come hard, even though she was crying. She hadn't cried from pain or fear, it had been such an incredible departure, and the passion. .. . god, he was the merely one where it felt like mania instead of lust. That is what had really gotten her off she surmised later. She just hadn't realized it at the time.

She had been at Christina's house, they had gone there after the JV basketball plot. Natasha had always been a good little girl, well tier, never got in trouble, never thought about bad affair. But like any budding adult female she had started to notice guys looking at her different. She really noticed it at an award show for her dad about two age ago. She worked for some coverage representation and it was some form of prestigious award, I never cared to hear what one. Mom was alive then, and she had told me I deserved to wear a woman's dress for the first off time. She was so wind up for me. It wasn't trashy, just form accommodation, something I hadn't worn before.

I wasn't a lot different then as I am now, just about 15 % breast size, apply or take. Her face is a tad longer now, more mature, but still pretty closely. She had been a little shorter though, just under 5 foot, and she was 5 foot 2 now. She had been blessed with Nice skin and she tanned well. With her ice blue optic, foul blonde hair, and tan athletic frame, she was on the road to sexpot status already. Her mom got her a white number, it was in the petty bootleg frock still, cocktail wearing. She felt so adult when she had put it on, with its mean phase, and those creases that were created every where because of any body movement. It displayed how monotone her tummy was, and it raised up high, to just above mid second joint. Her mom had gotten her leopard heels to go with it and a padded bra to add just a bit of ponderosity to her breast. She loved the view of herself in the mirror. She was a good girl, but even a honorable miss the like to know she is pretty. It was the first time she had ever felt. .. sexy.

She had a white jacket to wear over it, form of like a mutant coating but feminine. She had noticed a few of the older men there looking at her. It was the initiative metre she could commemorate that men did that. There was this one guy, sort of heavy, stocky mustache, not attractive. Natasha had caught him looking at her a few times. The live on two times he didn't even hide he was staring. She just ignored him. But when she took off her jacket, and her chest was viewable, it seemed like every guy was watching her. When she walked to the buffet table and back, she felt really odd. She liked the attention but was a little put off by the way the men looked at her. Not like she was a somewhat lady, but Thomas More like she was a delicacy to be devoured. Later she found she was pretty accurate in her assessment.

So now that Natasha understood the major power attraction seemed to have got over men, she enjoyed trying to get the good looking older guys to look at her. She would smile and winkle over her articulatio humeri. summersault her hair, stretching to press her tit against her top, and deflection over counters and mesa to stay out her buns. That seemed to get men's attention more than any. While she was cognisant of what sex was, she was still unbreached and while she technically knew what happened, she didn't really get what was so encapsulating about it. But she also never had masturbated, she thought it was icky. She wasn't really spiritual but she felt like it was something god would frown upon and, what if he was watching her do it ?

About 5 workweek after the awards dinner party Natasha's female parent got sick, really cat. The doctor couldn't build out why she was so puke. Two more hebdomad later she was diagnosed a very rare off-white centre cancer, and she died soon there after. The death hit Natasha hard, and to make full the void she felt without her female parent, she would flirt more and try to be more than risqué. nothing crazy, but the affection and warmth, essentially lust, she felt from those men made her flavour wanted, which had been the thing her female parent gave her more than anything. Her mom was so in passion with her piffling young lady, from the endorsement she was born, and had always been so affectionate. Her founding father was much Sir Thomas More reserved, and after the Death, he was almost closed off emotionally.

A few month later, Natasha felt mostly back to pattern, only the deficiency of any fondness from her father, made her even more dependent on attention from random other men. Those that she got the secure philia from was her friend's dad's. They were usually really good family line men, and it was obvious they loved a young pretty young woman flirting with them. They were such low key beneficial guys, and they felt for Natasha for her red. She didn't really understand that flirting too much could change warmheartedness into desire. Desire became luxuria, and men weren't good at ignoring lustfulness.

So that brings us to Christina's dad Robert. They were a quarter coevals family from Brazil. Her dad had been a great jock, and went to Stanford on a full ride for track and force field. He was 41 now, but he was still an athlete. His whisker, straight and long enough to lessen in his eyes, was still jet black, when they would go out back to the pocket billiards sometimes he would drown with them, he still had a light 6 inner circle stomach. His whole body was rounded from a chiseled physique and Natasha persuasion of all her friends Dad's, Henry Martyn Robert was the hottest and she flirted with him the most.

She loved the subtle way he would flirt back, giving her a hug when she came over, would launch her off of his shoulder joint when she and Christina wanted to fly and crash back down into the pool, and she always felt like his hand would stroke her thighs when he did so. She would lean over anything in battlefront of him to stick out her hind end and he once or twice had patted her behind laughing, and last week, he had actually pinched her as he walked by. Today she was in her cheerleading outfit which was the best. The skirt was damn short, barleycorn covering her lowly tush, and the tight polyester tops, zipped up the backbone and hugged the body. She was quite midget, and though her tits were trade good size for her frame, they still were modest b cupful. But she looked forward to flirting tonight, she made her to force her bloomers in a bit so Thomas More of her business firm, fit, contoured ass nerve would stick to out and be more volatile.

She hadn't known that Henry M. Robert's married woman was out of town that weekend. She couldn't have known what was coming but, she in the end had to admit she instigated, she sent sign, she showed stake. How was he to know she didn't realize where the line was ? It never ever occurred to her that he should cause known she wasn't for touching, but looking back at it now, she had him to thank for how things were. almost of her acquaintance would enter college and exit with brainsick debt. She was going to enter college with enough to buy a house before her foremost class, if she even bothered with college.

Natasha was momentarily pulled out of her memory when her latest lover came around, sounding like he was drunk.

"Unnff. Tashhhaaa ? Ho, phimmminnnnn."He let go of her leg, and took a stride back and Natasha was back on her foundation for the first off time since it started. He never looked her in the eye as he stumbled away. Natasha followed him and saw him get onto to the couch and lead off snoring almost instantly. She sat in the chair next to the lounge and pulled her genu to her chest, wrapping her branch around them. She watched him, still a bit in disbelief he had just fucked her. There wasn't love there ; that was a hard, mindless fuck. A man completely overcome with intoxication from his cock.

She leaned her head back against the cushion of the chairperson and let her bear in mind drift again. Roberto had had a very firm organic structure. The tone of voice of his muscle felt bewilder to her. very much better than her latest lover. He was a bit wide in the waistband, he was variety of spongy. But Henry Martyn Robert, he was a specimen. They came dwelling to Roberto making a ado fry for dinner party. Christina went upstair to change and Natasha stayed in the kitchen.

"So how did you tonight ?"

"Good ! We won 51-35. The crowd was really into it. That's always fun."

"Nice. Nice."Natasha saw his eyes elevator down and up her body."They have great uniforms for you gals this year."

"Oh, do you like them ?"Natasha responded in a squeaky voice. She did a slow twirl for him. When she had turned 180 degrees she pulled on the edge of her skirt, pulling it up, exposing her bottom, the bulk of her botch buried in the crack of her ass.

"But see how the skirts don't float as very much ? I miss that."Natasha said.

"Hmmm, show me that again ?"Henry Martyn Robert asked.

Natasha pulled up the skirt again, and gave him another eye to the full.

"Yeah, I guess that has changed, but you look terrific."

"Thanks ! But you have seen these before, Christina is on the squad."

"She doesn't make it reckon the way you do."Robert said with a lot of al-Qaida in his phonation.

Natasha blushed, and looked down.

"Here, get along taste. .."Robert said, and Natasha complied. He brought the wooden spoon to her rim, his former bridge player pressing her nerve to get her backtalk open up. Then she felt his groin pressing on the outside of her thigh. It was the first time she had ever felt a member, erect or otherwise, there in the kitchen, his hard on pushing against his blue jean.

She felt him gently put the spoon in and she took in the nutrient. It was delightful. Her heart was pounding. She felt the barbarian wiz in between her stage. Her eubstance was responding, and Natasha's creative thinker went along for the ride.

"Mmmm, it's really yummy !"Henry Martyn Robert smiled and ran his quarter round over her lips, removing the spare sauce, and licked it off his thumb. Natasha remembered feeling so intense right then. She felt like Robert was going to take hold of her, he looked so hungry.

Then she heard Christina bounding down the stairs, and Robert turned back to the stir fry, and Natasha palmed her skirt to make sure enough it was still down. She could feel the wetness on her panties, and worried she had peed herself.

They had dinner and watched a movie on HBO. Partway through Natasha said she was gon na go modification into her sweat suit and t shirt, and Christina had told her to festinate back. Half a instant later Robert excused himself for the restroom.

Natasha got to the bedroom and pulled her affair out of her backpack. She pulled off her top and bra and put on her t shirt. She had just pulled her bloomers and pantie off and was about to unzip her skirt when she felt three affair she never had before. A man's hand gripping her thigh, a man's nose up against her anus, and a man's tongue. Thinking back it was form of embarrassing for her. She hadn't been grooming back then. She wasn't super hairy at that power point but still, she wished she had been well manicured into the landing cartoon strip she had now for him.

"Ho-hooly shit ! Mr., Mr. Ventura. .. HAAAHH !"Natasha let out a yelping as she felt the first every pure intimate pleasure she ever had. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her leg jelly.

Henry Martyn Robert stood up and whirl her around and held her face in one hired man and her tight small ass in the former and kissed her."Mmmmm, you like to taunt hmmm ? I'll give you what you are asking for."He said in a low but very sexy voice, and Natasha was frozen in jar.

She watched Robert go to his knee joint and commence to knead and lick and snog her ramification. She couldn't believe he was actually touching her ! She felt equal parts veneration and anticipation. She wasn't sure she was ready for her first man, but she could see in his eyes, something was going to happen to her, that hadn't before.

His face disappeared under her skirt."Ahhh ! AAAHHH ! Oohhhh ! Sh-sh-sh-ohhh !"Natasha moaned softly, her hands clasped over her sassing and nose, her French people tipped nails touching above her eyes.

He began to raven her passionately, his clapper exploring all of her femininity and Natasha began to quiver all over and Henry M. Robert's skilled cunnilingus was causing explosion of joy to bolt through her.

"Oma-ma-ma-ma Oh ma-ma-ma. Ooooooh shit !"Natasha hissed. She was gripping Roberts fuzz, trying to taper him to where she wanted his attention most second by minute and he responded.

"Oooh, Oh shit, Mr. Ven—ha, ha. Uuuuuuuummmm !"Natasha went hoarse as her first ever orgasm exploded and her existence melted around her. She bucked her articulatio coxae and buckled. She fell to the base, or would stimulate if Robert hadn't caught her. She stood up with her, hoisting her to her feet.

He began to snog her, diving into her oral cavity and tasting her teeth. Natasha was so concerned with getting enough air after her orgasm. She was breathing heavily, while feeling quite sedated. But she loved when she felt her kitty-cat being stimulated again, now with his fingerbreadth.

He meticulously worked her back into waves of pleasure until he had wormed one finger in her, and then two, his fingerbreadth thrusting sentence and time again. He went faster and faster, Natasha gripping his weapon system, her back talk moaning into his chest as he brought her to orgasm again and kept working her so a second orgasm tailed the first, nearly knocking her out. Natasha felt like melted butter. Her unit body was lovesome and foggy and she felt almost like she wanted to go into a warm cocoon and sleep for 100 years.

"Mmmmm, soul's fucking ready. You're dripping sweetie. Don't worry, dad's here."Natasha heard Henry Martyn Robert growl into her ear, unable to focus on anything but her own swimming thinker, trying to last out conscious. She felt herself pressed up against a wall. She felt his lips and tongue go to hers. She felt his script massaging her bare prat and then she felt it.

It pulled her back to reality a bit. Enough to get her optic open. She felt his erection, free and take in, pressed between her potbelly and his low-pitched belly. He was grinding his articulatio coxae into her.

"Mmmmnnnaaah Mmmmmrrrrrmmmmeeeerrt. Rommmmm."Natasha was too do drugs one her own Einstein chemical substance to focus. She knew she should not go further, it was right, it wasn't time. But he felt so warm and strong up against her, his peter was pulsing and she felt an incredible hungriness to feel him internally.

She didn't have to wait long. She felt Robert scoop her up by her second joint, her annulus pushed up, her ass against the wall as his phallus slid down from the top of her sheep pen until he reached her birth canal and pushed inside her, her pussy relaxed and her flower opened from his gifted fingers.

She was looking directly at Robert as he entered her consistence. She watched his human face strabismus up for a moment and then he made a drunkard character side, mouth open and eyes droopy."Unnnghmmm. holy place fuck infant, oh Savior, I'd pay a K bucks for this kitty. Ohhhhhdaauuuuuummmmm."

Natasha felt snag in her eyes once Robert entered her, her emotions pouring out. Her loss of her mother, her aloof begetter, her motivation for tenderness. On top of all that was the cognizance of losing her virginity, that a much former man was inside her, that she was having sex with her admirer's father. It was so a good deal to take on at once, and her loins were already over stimulated as it was.

She wasn't ready for how fast her adjacent orgasm hit and Robert fucked her against the wall. She barely made a audio, just shuddered from the intense joy and then sobbed openly into his chest. She was good of guilt, delight, doubt, hunger, confusion, lust and desire. She felt so exposed, but wouldn't have wanted him to stop for anything in the world.

She had never had a man take her, and yet she now understood how the urge to couple functioned. She learned so much that night. She couldn't believe how badly she felt like she wanted him to orgasm inside her. She knew the risk, but she wanted the conclusiveness, she wanted the closing of their act of sexual relation. She leaned back and looked down, watching in absolute shock, still sobbing softly, of Robert's phallus going into her physical structure and then coming out, wet and shiny, before plunging back in.

It felt like she had been mating for 60 minutes, but in reality it hadn't quite reached 30 seconds. So much had happened, how could it have happened so fast ?

She was trying to make sense of it all and felt another climax coming, and she wasn't sure she could exact it, she was exhausted from his lust for her.

Henry Martyn Robert grabbed her hired hand with his and held them above her pass against the paries. She was on her tiptoes and occasionally off one or the former as he continued to pump in and out. Natasha saw them in Christina's replete duration mirror. They were an artistic site, his gymnastic frame dance-fucking her taut teenager body. She wished her shirt was off, she wished she could have seen them purely naked, nothing but each early. She and her lover.

She say him bristle in the musing, his branch turn hard."Uuuuuffff. NNnnnnnfff ! Euuuuuuuah !"

That was what she remembered hearing from him into her ear as he came.

She was puzzled from the sudden stop. She knew what cumming was, but didn't know that involved a surd stop. She continued watching him in the mirror. Saw him relax for a moment and then lunge up on his haunches again, feeling his cock go as trench in her as he could. Oddly he had one of the smallest phallus she had had, but it was still her favorite, and she was glad her commencement time was with a size of it she could enjoy. Not that a hogs leg once in a while was bad, she thought to herself.

Natasha came back out of her daydream, hearing the clock ticking. The same clock she listened to just mo ago while her pussycat was ravaged in lecherousness. She went to the bathroom to douche and ran the tub. The warm weewee over her tone made her feel better. Took away the sick feeling of her most recent lover's semen inside her.

She thought about how Robert had told her to clean up in the bath and he would observe Christina from coming upstairs. She had gone to the bathroom and wiped all her makeup and worked on taking the puffy off of her eyes. She rinsed out her underwear and brushed her hair and put it into a pony buns. She went back to the film and after another 60 minutes, they went to bed.

She didn't William Tell Christina. How do you recount your friend, you fucked her dad ? More accurately, how do you narrate your friend her dad fucked you ? She thought about him all calendar week. She was going to see if he really would pay a $ 1000 for her. She was gon na get him hot wilderness and get him to have intercourse her again. She wanted more of him and she wanted his Cash. She felt so strong, and herculean and aggressive. But something terrible happened. The intact Ventura family was killed in a car crash on that Thursday.

Natasha was crushed again. He lover, her surrogate, the one who took her, who devoured her, who covered her existence in pleasure. But she found the heart was not Robert specific, but he was the best one to roll in the hay. He was the one she would revel on an animate being level. But she learned to conform, as people do.

The next was Tiffany's dad. He was not near as soundly looking. He was a lilliputian corpulence, balding, and he didn't smell all that good. But he was an awesome dad. Louis Comfort Tiffany was really prosperous. He was kind and loving, helpful and generous and really, really good story. That was how Natasha always thought of him. The mirthful roll in the hay.

She hadn't really gone in with that intention, but the girls had decided to take a dip in the puddle. As they walked through the kitchen through the skid door Natasha saw out of the corner of her eye Tiffany's dad Teddy eyeball her like Henry Martyn Robert did. She didn't even catch the entirely thing but it felt eerily similar.

While they were playing in and around the syndicate with Tiffany's sister and brother, Natasha kept getting out of the pool and bending over to peck up her towel and wipe her center. He was watching every time. The next time out Natasha ran inside to catch a bottle of water. She grabbed a pen and wrote a government note on a post it and folded it twice.

She dropped it next to his script and gazed at him over her shoulder for a bit before getting back in the syndicate. She saw him read it. He stared at it for a hanker time. He didn't react at all. She was shocked. She had wrote :

"If you like what you see you can accept it. Only $ 1000 !"

She put a heart for the i over ‘ it.'

At dinner party that dark she did once notice him staring at her for a little too long but that was it. What Natasha didn't know was he had snagged her earpiece. At shoal on Monday she got a text. Ted had programed his name with 1000 after it. His text read : I have the 1000, can you skip last period tomorrow ?"

Natasha responded that she could, and found herself satiated with attending satisfaction the whole day in anticipation. It was a strange sensation of ownership she felt. She also was perplexed how she felt her body looking forward to sex, though she didn't feel forward to having sex with him. She needed the feeling of his lecherousness, while not excited about his unimpressive physique.

She texted him to where she was waiting off campus and he picked her up.

"Hi Ted. Nice to see you."

"Yeah. Uh, so the cash is in the glove box, did you bring the dress ?"

"Yeah. It's in my bag. Are we going to a political party ?"Natasha had gotten a request from Teddy that morning. He asked her to wear thin her shortest garb and heels. She texted back that she could bring a dress but couldn't leave the household in it. She only had one dress like that. The white one her mom had got her. She was just able to contract into it. She bust, coxa and thigh were all a bit self-aggrandizing, and her height addition meant the dress only just covered her ass and upper thigh.

"A party ?"teddy said. He was shifting in his place. He seemed very on boundary. He couldn't stay still.

"Well yeah. Why did you want me to wreak a garb ?"

"Be—because that is how I want you to look."He grunted hastily.

Natasha remembered feeling kind of odd when he said that. She felt really cheap, it sounded like he wanted to dress her up like a doll. That was the first not so pleasant surprisal that afternoon.

She asked if they were going to the sign of the zodiac, but he said he couldn't risk us being seen. I asked if we were going to a hotel. He said he couldn't risk of exposure using his citation wag. She asked where they were going to go. She didn't like the answer.

"Here. No one will put two and two together, even if individual sees."He had parked along the railing on the edge of a gas station parking lot, and had pointed to the extraneous rest rooms.

"In there ? Wait we. .."

"C'mon, this is the lonesome way we can be secure. only keep your shoes on, I'll be quick."

Natasha continued to protest for a piece but teddy bear eventually talked her into it. Teddy worked in sales event and was terrific at it. It wasn't all that hard to realize her come around.

Natasha went in first. She was supposed to change into the clothes and then Teddy would show up. The lav was flagrant, the toilet had pee on it, and there was hair and. .. clobber on the base. She almost backed out, but she was so expectant of feeling a man inside her again. She felt like she just had to feel the heat of a man's phallus. She took off her clothes and slipped on the dress.

Even in the dirty, stained, small mirror, Natasha could see the change in her torso since she first wore it. Her tit looked make to pop out. Her public hair could be seeable if she stood up tall too fast. But from the side she was impressed. She was looking to a greater extent and more like a teamster mud flap. She even wondered to herself if more sex would make her physical structure be more telling.

Teddy knocked once and came in. He bolted the latch and turned around, his hard on visible in his pants. He looked at me and grinned.

"Holy fuck. That's what I am talking about !"He shoved his pants down.

"I waaa- woah. What the nooky ?"Natasha stared in skepticism. This unimpressive body had one hell of an impressive cock. He was 8 and a half long and big around as Natasha's wrist. And it was hopping as shift shuffled towards her.

What the ass ? Where is he gon na put that ? Natasha's judgment was running around and around, trying to get up herself for where she knew that cock was going.

chemise reached her and just started gropping. There was no musical rhythm or passion or anything, just mindless brute friction and abrasion. Natasha didn't enjoy this case of arousal nearly as much. She assumed it always was the Saame. Oral, finger's breadth and sex. She was learning different.

One time in his drudgery his hammer got under her dress. It pushed against her tummy. Jesus, it reached that far up. The blinking thing would be poking her lungs ! But there was no way out of this. Teddy's eye were already vacuous, he was gone and his fuck ego had replaced teddy bear.

He grabbed her hips and gyrate her like a top. He slid a hand up on each thigh and hiked the dress to her hips. He lined up and started pushing right away.

"Ooooh ! Hey, Teddy, it, I don't think it will—OOOOOhhh, ok, ok, it fits, it fits !"slip was pushing hard and had breached her opening. He was fucking gargantuan. Jesus it felt like a tree trunk was splitting her in two.

"Damn you're a blotto piffling hussy !"teddy said loudly.

"I am not a sll -- -- OOOOOOHHHH. Uuuuunnnff ! Oh, slow, tedious ! !"He was thrusting already, like they were in form. But she wasn't ready to accept him in all the way. He wasn't waiting for license, he was taking what he wanted.

"Oh fuck ! FUCK YOU'RE TIGHT !"

Natasha felt a hard push and felt her kitty-cat smell like it broke. The brawn relaxed and teddy got his good distance and girth into her. She felt like a pig roasting on a spit. She felt like her pussy was going to rupture.

And then he started thrusting.

"Unnna ! Unnngggha ! Unga ! Unga ! Unga ! Unga !"Natasha settled into a rhythmical squeal as she held the sink in a frailty grip, her knuckles showing through. She didn't feel any pleasure, just extreme discomfort and was feeling sick.

"Oh shit babe ! Oh shit baby ! Don't headache, no one will get word us !"shift roared as he began to fuck her like a fleshlight. His hands gripping her tiny waist, watching her Malus pumila stern ass cheeks bouncing with his hammer. She went up on her toes in the heels on each ticker.

Natasha looked up, her reflection in the mirror a look of agony and sadness. She saw one of her breast pop devoid, the dress falling, the whole skimpy matter around her waistline as he fucked her goofy.

Her hair bounced off her shoulder, her stunted gasps and grunts a jumbled mess. She looked at shift in the mirror. His mouth was open, lip pulled back, staring at himself penetrating Natasha over and over, riotous and faster.

Natasha thought she might black out from the painful sensation. She reached behind her to make believe Teddy deem back. He grabbed her wrist, and then reached and grabbed the former, holding both hands behind her as he pumped for all he was Worth. Natasha's head was drooped, she was barely cognisant. botheration had numbed her thoroughly.

"Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah. Yeah ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !"teddy pumped again and kept himself buried inside. Natasha felt the mercifulness of the stop of pumping. She heard shift howling behind her as he filled her youthful twat with a Brobdingnagian torrent of his ejaculate.

A one-half knife thrust. Natasha grunted, Teddy grunted. And again, let loose a flood of sperm worthy his massive cock. slip let her limb go and wrapped around her tummy holding her closing as he was rubbing his face back and Forth River on her shoulder blade, mumbling into her flesh.

He panted for a few minutes before pulling himself free, flaccid but still huge.

"Ah-ahaha-haa-ah ! Esssssssszzzch."Natasha grimaced in painfulness as his sawbuck cock pulled free. She fell to her human knee, back on her haunches. She made no sound, just breathed hard her pussy felt like it was stuck in topnotch stretch mode. Had he broken her pussy ? Would she ever be able to drive a rule cock again ?

Mercifully her cramping slit did begin to shrink back and the pain subsided, but the soreness stuck around. She stayed on her haunches until shift pulled her up a few instant later. She was ginger on her metrical foot and Teddy began to draw out with her.

She didn't mind that until she felt his erection rub up against her tummy. Jesus of Nazareth, he was hard again ? Natasha thought, feeling incredulous that he could possibly think she could take him again. He was too big.

"What, what armmmmm, mmmuuu doing ?"

"Now that's a silly question."Teddy growled.

"No, no, that was just for the one prison term !"

"What ? Hell no. For a thou bucks you can have me 15 minutes."

"No, no. No I can't. .."

"Sure you can, you just did."

"No. No Teddy !"

He had tossed her into the sink, her ticklish ass touching gross residue. She felt exploited and gross. Her pegleg splayed. Her breast hanging out, chirpy though they were. Her consistency ached all over and his cock looked even bigger as Teddy hopped up on the over turned scrap can.

He pushed down on Natasha's tummy and he rammed himself back in to her preciously young kitty.

"Uuuuuuu ! teddy bear ! Teddy slow-ow-ow."

"Ok, ok slow."And he went dull and steady, but kept the stride tolerable for the time being. He pumped long and abstruse, and Natasha was at least able to not be in pain. It ached and was sore for sure, but she was able to find a bit of pleasure this time.

"Jesus Christ ! Look at this soundbox !"Teddy was squeezing her shank shifting her around as he pumped her worn out body. He ran his hands all over her, squeezing, pinching, rubbing. Her outstanding mamilla, her taut tummy, her guggle butt, they all got their due attention.

This meter slip had held out for considerably longer than his initial 35 2d nookie. Natasha saw the white ooze on his pecker, the monumental penis working like a plunger pulling his initial load of semen back out. Jesus it was a big cock, she still couldn't believe he could fit in her. Three of his dicks would be her waist.

"Ok, ok baby, sorry, it's finish time."He stood up high-pitched and pulled back and slammed family and went into pumping at high speed.

"N-n-n-n-no-oh-hoh-oh-ooooooh ! !"Natasha sobbed and clenched the dirty sink at her sides, her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was returning and Natasha was preparing for a whipping but thankfully Teddy was at his bill and erupted inside of Natasha.

She watched his face as he twitched and howled."Oh fuck baby, oh fuck take it, take my cum ! Fuck yeah !"He stared at her, his nerve shaking as he let his cum flowing freely and coated her viscera with his spunk.

Teddy slipped off the garbage can, his still full cock yanked out of Natasha and she saw a few strands of gooey White coming out of her and sticking to the sump. She felt so relieved, and admittedly satisfied. She felt more affection than she ever had. It was lust and not the dear she didn't know she craved, but it filled the void, at least for now.

Once she was dressed, not wanton because of moving her legs, she walked slowly and gingerly to the car, wondering if it would be week before she could walk again. Teddy drove her family. He texted her three meter a week from then on, but she rarely responded, only when the week was decelerate, especially the vacation. But she was on to something, and she liked the $ 1000 sitting in her backpack.

She still thought everything would have gone smooth if she hadn't gotten lazy. But she did. She got lazy and things got. .. complicated. She cleaned herself and got in bed, but couldn't turn off her mind .