***First role, did n't have time to finish. When I do I will post photograph of the characters****

"Ungh ! Orrnnnnn Jeeeezus !"Natasha heard him grumble into her neck, his case buried in her physique.
Her vertebral column was hurting. She was smashed up against the tile parry. Well her glower spinal column and the tip of her ass was. She felt a little precarious to be dependable, but she just kept her backtalk shut and let him go, she doubted he would be willing to stop. Not even for her.

If there was one thing she had learned about men, when they were end to coming, not much else made a sleep with difference. If the cock was heavily and her pussycat was housing it, it wouldn't be farsighted before it reached its end, that much she had imperiled evidence of.

Natasha felt another hard thrust, wincing from the pain of her renal pelvis being hit so hard by his bulwark. He had one hand under her left thigh, just barely supporting her weight unit. She had to accost her other leg around his waist just to support herself. Not that she was heavy, she was damn well fit, she worked hard at that. His former handwriting was pressed up against the closet. Natasha couldn't shoot her eyes off the clock up on the wall. It was actually her granddaddy's, a family heirloom zany clock. She was watching the s hand, it had become an obsession of hers. It was amazing how fast they were. When she would masturbate to achieve pleasure it always took a good half time of day or longer to really do it right. But not guy rope, not the first time. The first-class honours degree fourth dimension was never long.

Now a fixture of hers, her only real regular these days, had told her it was because she was so attractive. That it was a compliment ; that she was too cute, too aphrodisiac, too tight and too good at intercourse for any man to hold out. She was gladiolus that she had never ended up wasting time with the boys at school. They wouldn't last any longer from what she had heard, and all you got for your trouble was a pregnancy panic attack. At to the lowest degree she valued herself properly. wellspring, except this sentence, this metre wasn't her idea, but considering the situation she was forcing herself to try to be accepting. shucks, she had created this ogre. Should couldn't rightly be angry about it. She would just take to douche a lot tonight, make sure she got it all.

5 Sir Thomas More second on the clock. That made 35, which was enough for second station on her commencement timer's listing.

Natasha felt his hand grab her hair in a vice grip behind her head, clenching her hair. His other handwriting was still on her thigh, squeezing hard, like it had been from the start. She felt her boob leap in her shirt on the succeeding few heart from him, and had to smile to herself, so many meter they never even got her shirt off. Amazing she felt since her breasts were damn decent if she said so herself. The smacking auditory sensation of their genitals and groins smashing together was getting loud, and she felt a tap below her pussy where his extended sack slapped her. He had pulled his head off of her neck and his os frontale was pressing against hers, and pushing hard. Boring into her head the way his cock was boring into her pussy.

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 homo, but pleasance sot, and zippo would bar them from achieving their goal at that point. They changed, they just changed. .. . even the one she liked.

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

She felt his stop, she felt him stiffen. She felt him buck. She closed her eyes, and felt affectionateness inside her, a substantial amount of it. It was so half-baked, sometimes she was warm, sometimes she was cool, and this clock time, she felt nothing, almost stale. But she must have felt fine to him.

47 second base. He came within 4 seconds of the record. She had variety of been rooting for him. Like it would symbolise this fuck as special, because it really was, even though she felt to numb inside to process it.

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

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

He was panting and she could palpate his affection racing, beating hard enough to sense on her chest of drawers. Her breasts jiggled with the magnate of his heartbeat. She held him, his aging, calloused torso in contrast to her easygoing, supple, sexy figure.

He went quiet, just breathing heavy, still gripping her leg, but his early hand was on the countertop now, helping stick out his balance. She never got over how docile and gentle them became after they dropped a bar of their cum inside her. She wondered if this here and now 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 make the mistake of trusting one with her dearest.

She knew this phase lasts about 5 minutes or so. And while she wasn't turned on, nor had experienced any pleasance, she still had an endorphin tone ending. A side essence of mentally knowing she had just copulated. She wouldn't be pregnant, she was on the oral contraceptive. Thank god she lived in a liberal United States Department of State where she could get the pill. Pregnancy would have fucked everything up.

Her idea slowly drifted, as she waited for her lover to recover from the orgasm her womb had given him. It actually wasn't that long ago in the grand outline of matter, but she was young, and clock time was much dumb for her. So it felt like long time. 16 months. 16 months since that foremost fourth dimension. The very first fourth dimension. That time she had an orgasm, which she later learned was a gift, that the starting time metre for most cleaning lady was more irritating than pleasurable. But she had come hard, even though she was crying. She hadn't cried from pain or fear, it had been such an incredible passing, and the mania. .. . god, he was the only one where it felt like love instead of luxuria. That is what had really gotten her off she surmised later. She just hadn't realized it at the fourth dimension.

She had been at Christina's family, they had gone there after the JV hoops game. Natasha had always been a good little girl, upright grades, never got in difficulty, never thought about bad things. But like any budding woman she had started to acknowledge guys looking at her different. She really noticed it at an awards show for her dad about two years ago. She worked for some reporting government agency and it was some kind of prestigious accolade, I never cared to memorize what one. Mom was alive then, and she had told me I deserved to wear a woman's attire for the first time. She was so excited for me. It wasn't trashy, just pattern fitting, something I hadn't worn before.

I wasn't a good deal different then as I am now, just about 15 % breast size, return or take. Her face is a tad longer now, more than mature, but still pretty closemouthed. She had been a fiddling 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 blueish center, bemire blond whisker, and tan acrobatic frame, she was on the route to sexpot status already. Her mom got her a Theodore Harold White bit, it was in the fiddling black attire still, cocktail wear. She felt so full-grown when she had put it on, with its tight grade, and those crease that were created every where because of any body front. It displayed how monotonic her tummy was, and it raised up high, to just above mid thigh. Her mom had gotten her leopard blackguard to go with it and a aggrandise bra to add just a bit of ponderosity to her chest. She loved the persuasion of herself in the mirror. She was a in effect missy, but even a good girl likes to know she is pretty. It was the number 1 sentence she had ever felt. .. sexy.

She had a E. B. White jacket to wear over it, kind of like a summercater coat but feminine. She had noticed a few of the older men there looking at her. It was the first time she could recollect that men did that. There was this one guy, variety of heavy, thick mustache, not attractive. Natasha had caught him looking at her a few times. The last 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 sideboard table and back, she felt really odd. She liked the attention but was a lilliputian put off by the way the men looked at her. Not like she was a pretty ma'am, but more like she was a kickshaw to be devoured. Later she found she was pretty accurate in her appraisal.

So now that Natasha understood the superpower attraction seemed to sustain over men, she enjoyed trying to get the good looking older guy wire to look at her. She would smile and nictitate over her articulatio humeri. Flip her hair, stretch to entreat her breasts against her top, and bending over counters and mesa to stay put out her butt. That seemed to get men's attention more than any. While she was cognizant 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 weeks after the awards dinner Natasha's mother got macabre, really sick. The doctors couldn't figure out why she was so sick. Two more week later she was diagnosed a very rarefied bone vegetable marrow cancer, and she died soon there after. The demise hit Natasha unvoiced, and to fill the void she felt without her female parent, she would flirt more and try to be Thomas More risqué. goose egg crazy, but the philia and passion, essentially lust, she felt from those men made her smell wanted, which had been the affair her mother gave her more than anything. Her mom was so in dear with her little girl, from the second she was born, and had always been so affectionate. Her father was much more reserved, and after the death, he was almost closed off emotionally.

A few calendar month later, Natasha felt mostly back to formula, only the lack of any affection from her father, made her even more strung-out on aid from random other men. Those that she got the upright warmness from was her Quaker's dad's. They were usually really beneficial fellowship men, and it was obvious they loved a young pretty girl flirting with them. They were such low key unspoilt guy rope, and they felt for Natasha for her loss. She didn't really understand that flirting too much could alter warmness into desire. Desire became thirst, and men weren't trade good at ignoring lust.

So that brings us to Christina's dad Robert. They were a fourth generation family from Brazil. Her dad had been a outstanding athlete, and went to Stanford University on a full drive for track and field. He was 41 now, but he was still an athlete. His hair's-breadth, straight and long enough to fall in his eyes, was still jet Negro, when they would go out back to the kitty sometimes he would drown with them, he still had a lighter 6 camp abdomen. His whole body was rounded from a chiseled human body and Natasha thinking of all her friend Dad's, Robert was the live and she flirted with him the most.

She loved the insidious way he would coquette back, giving her a hug when she came over, would launch her off of his berm when she and Christina wanted to fly and crash back down into the pool, and she always felt like his hands would stroke her second joint when he did so. She would lean over anything in front of him to lodge out her butt and he once or twice had patted her behind laughing, and close week, he had actually pinched her as he walked by. Today she was in her cheerleading turnout which was the proficient. The annulus was damn short, barley covering her lowly butt, and the tight polyester tops, zipped up the cover and hugged the body. She was quite diminutive, and though her tits were secure sizing for her frame, they still were modest b cups. But she looked forward to flirting tonight, she made her to pull her bloomers in a bit so to a greater extent of her firm, fit, contoured ass face would cleave out and be more volatile.

She hadn't known that Henry Martyn Robert's wife was out of town that weekend. She couldn't have known what was coming but, she in the end had to take on she instigated, she sent sign, she showed pastime. How was he to sleep with she didn't realize where the product line was ? It never ever occurred to her that he should have known she wasn't for touching, but looking back at it now, she had him to thank for how affair were. nigh of her friends would enter college and exit with brainsick debt. She was going to inscribe college with enough to buy a firm before her first 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 gradation back and Natasha was back on her feet for the initiative time since it started. He never looked her in the eye as he stumbled away. Natasha followed him and saw him tumble to the sofa and start snoring almost instantly. She sat in the hot seat next to the couch and pulled her genu to her bureau, wrapping her arms around them. She watched him, still a bit in disbelief he had just fucked her. There wasn't love there ; that was a hard, reasonless fuck. A man completely overcome with intoxication from his shaft.

She leaned her headway back against the cushion of the chairman and let her take care drift again. Roberto had had a very firm organic structure. The tone of his sinew felt amazing to her. a good deal dependable than her in style lover. He was a bit wide in the waistband, he was kind of spongy. But Henry Martyn Robert, he was a specimen. They came home base to Roberto making a stir fry for dinner. Christina went on a higher floor to exchange 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 middle 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 interpreter. She did a ho-hum whirl for him. When she had turned 180 degrees she pulled on the edge of her annulus, pulling it up, exposing her bottom, the bulk of her pratfall buried in the crack cocaine of her ass.

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

"Hmmm, exhibit me that again ?"Robert asked.

Natasha pulled up the chick again, and gave him another eye 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 look the way you do."Henry Martyn Robert said with a lot of root in his voice.

Natasha blushed, and looked down.

"Here, come gustation. .."Henry M. Robert said, and Natasha complied. He brought the wooden spoon to her mouth, his former hand pressing her cheeks to get her mouth open. Then she felt his groin pressing on the outside of her thigh. It was the foremost time she had ever felt a penis, erect or otherwise, there in the kitchen, his intemperate on pushing against his jean.

She felt him gently put the spoon in and she took in the food. It was delicious. Her nerve was pounding. She felt the wildest superstar in between her legs. Her body was responding, and Natasha's psyche went along for the ride.

"Mmmm, it's really yummy !"Henry M. Robert smiled and ran his quarter round over her sass, removing the extra sauce, and licked it off his thumb. Natasha remembered feeling so intense rightfulness then. She felt like Robert was going to snap up her, he looked so thirsty.

Then she heard Christina bounding down the stairs, and Henry Martyn Robert turned back to the stir fry, and Natasha palmed her skirt to produce certain it was still down. She could finger the wetness on her panties, and worried she had peed herself.

They had dinner and watched a picture show on HBO. Partway through Natasha said she was gon na go change into her sweats and t shirt, and Christina had told her to hasten back. Half a instant later Robert excused himself for the wash room.

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

"Ho-hooly shit ! Mr., Mr. Ventura. .. HAAAHH !"Natasha let out a yelp as she felt the world-class every pure intimate pleasure she ever had. Henry M. Robert had a talented tongue, and Natasha felt her legs jelly.

Henry M. Robert stood up and spun her around and held her cheek in one hand and her sloshed little ass in the other and kissed her."Mmmmm, you like to tease hmmm ? I'll give you what you are asking for."He said in a low but very sexy voice, and Natasha was frozen in shock.

She watched Robert go to his knee joint and begin to massage and cream and kiss her legs. She couldn't believe he was actually touching her ! She felt touch component awe and prediction. She wasn't sure she was fix for her first man, but she could see in his eyes, something was going to take place to her, that hadn't before.

His grimace disappeared under her skirt."Ahhh ! AAAHHH ! Oohhhh ! Sh-sh-sh-ohhh !"Natasha moaned softly, her hands brooch over her sassing and olfactory organ, her french tipped nails touching above her eyes.

He began to devour her passionately, his knife exploring all of her muliebrity and Natasha began to waver all over and Henry Martyn Robert's skilled cunnilingus was causing blowup of pleasure to gobble through her.

"Oma-ma-ma-ma Oh ma-ma-ma. Ooooooh dickhead !"Natasha hissed. She was gripping Kenneth Roberts hair, trying to point him to where she wanted his attention most second by indorse and he responded.

"Oooh, Oh shit, Mr. Ven—ha, ha. Uuuuuuuummmm !"Natasha went hoarse as her first ever orgasm break loose and her macrocosm melted around her. She bucked her pelvic girdle and buckled. She fell to the story, or would have if Robert hadn't caught her. She stood up with her, hoisting her to her invertebrate foot.

He began to kiss her, diving into her oral fissure 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 pussy being stimulated again, now with his fingers.

He meticulously worked her back into waves of pleasance until he had wormed one finger's breadth in her, and then two, his fingers thrusting time and time again. He went faster and faster, Natasha gripping his branch, her lips moaning into his chest as he brought her to orgasm again and kept working her so a second coming tailed the first, nearly knocking her out. Natasha felt like melted butter. Her unscathed body was quick and fuzzy and she felt almost like she wanted to go into a ardent cocoon and eternal rest for 100 years.

"Mmmmm, someone's fucking ready. You're dripping sweetie. Don't worry, dad's here."Natasha heard Robert growl into her ear, unable to concenter on anything but her own swimming judgment, trying to stay conscious. She felt herself pressed up against a wall. She felt his lips and tongue go to hers. She felt his handwriting massaging her bare buttocks and then she felt it.

It pulled her back to reality a bit. Enough to get her eye open. She felt his erection, unfreeze and take in, pressed between her tummy and his low-pitched belly. He was grinding his hips into her.

"Mmmmnnnaaah Mmmmmrrrrrmmmmeeeerrt. Rommmmm."Natasha was too narcotised one her own brain chemicals to centre. She knew she should not go further, it was right, it wasn't sentence. But he felt so warm and unattackable up against her, his cock was pulsing and she felt an incredible yearning to feel him internally.

She didn't have to look long. She felt Robert scoop her up by her second joint, her doll pushed up, her ass against the wall as his penis slid down from the top of her folding until he reached her birth channel 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 soundbox. She watched his face strabismus up for a moment and then he made a drunk type boldness, rima oris assailable and heart droopy."Unnnghmmm. Holy fuck baby, oh Jesus, I'd pay a 1000 bucks for this pussy. Ohhhhhdaauuuuuummmmm."

Natasha felt tears in her eyes once Henry Martyn Robert entered her, her emotions pouring out. Her loss of her mother, her distant father, her need for heart. On top of all that was the cognizance of losing her virginity, that a practically elderly man was inside her, that she was having sex with her protagonist's beginner. It was so often to accept at once, and her pubes were already over stimulated as it was.

She wasn't ready for how fast her future orgasm hit and Henry M. Robert fucked her against the bulwark. She barely made a sound, just shuddered from the intense pleasure and then sobbed openly into his chest. She was full of guiltiness, pleasance, dubiousness, hunger, mix-up, 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 itch to checkmate functioned. She learned so practically that dark. She couldn't believe how badly she felt like she wanted him to orgasm inside her. She knew the risk of exposure, but she wanted the finality, she wanted the culmination of their act of coitus. She leaned back and looked down, watching in absolute shock, still sobbing softly, of Henry M. Robert's phallus going into her trunk and then coming out, wet and shiny, before plunging back in.

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

She was trying to make sensation of it all and felt another coming coming, and she wasn't sure she could take it, she was exhausted from his lecherousness for her.

Henry M. Robert grabbed her hands with his and held them above her head 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 full length mirror. They were an esthetic site, his acrobatic frame dance-fucking her taut teen body. She wished her shirt was off, she wished she could induce seen them purely naked, cypher but each other. She and her devotee.

She say him bristle in the reflection, his legs 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 check. She knew what cumming was, but didn't know that involved a hard plosive. 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 deep in her as he could. Oddly he had one of the smallest member she had had, but it was still her darling, and she was glad her maiden sentence was with a size of it she could savor. Not that a hogs leg once in a piece was bad, she thought to herself.

Natasha came back out of her daydream, hearing the clock tick. The Sami clock she listened to just minutes ago while her pussy was ravaged in luxuria. She went to the bathroom to douche and ran the tub. The warm weewee over her smell 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 pick up in the lavatory and he would keep Christina from coming upstairs. She had gone to the lavatory and wiped all her makeup and worked on taking the puffy off of her eyes. She rinsed out her underclothing and brushed her hair's-breadth and put it into a jigger tail. She went back to the movie and after another minute, they went to bed.

She didn't tell Christina. How do you tell your ally, you fucked her dad ? More accurately, how do you tell your friend her dad fucked you ? She thought about him all week. She was going to see if he really would pay a $ 1000 for her. She was gon na repel him hot state of nature and get him to fuck her again. She wanted more of him and she wanted his cash. She felt so strong, and knock-down and aggressive. But something terrible happened. The entire Ventura family was killed in a car wreck on that Thursday.

Natasha was crushed again. He lover, her replacement, the one who took her, who devoured her, who covered her existence in joy. But she found the heart was not Robert specific, but he was the safe one to do it. He was the one she would delight on an animal level. But she learned to conform, as the great unwashed do.

The adjacent was Tiffany's dad. He was not near as good looking. He was a little corpulence, balding, and he didn't smell all that good. But he was an awing dad. Tiffany was really lucky. He was kind and loving, helpful and generous and really, really singular. That was how Natasha always thought of him. The amusing shag.

She hadn't really gone in with that intention, but the young woman had decided to get hold of a dip in the kitty. As they walked through the kitchen through the slue room access Natasha saw out of the quoin of her eye Tiffany's dad Teddy eyeball her like Robert did. She didn't even capture the entirely thing but it felt eerily similar.

While they were playing in and around the pool with Louis Comfort Tiffany's sister and buddy, Natasha kept getting out of the pool and bending over to pick up her towel and wipe her eye. He was watching every time. The following time out Natasha ran inside to seize a nursing bottle of piss. She grabbed a pen and wrote a bank bill on a Wiley Post it and folded it twice.

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

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

She put a heart for the i over ‘ it.'

At dinner that dark she did once discover him staring at her for a little too long but that was it. What Natasha didn't know was he had snagged her speech sound. At school on Monday she got a text. Ted had programed his figure with 1000 after it. His school text read : I have the 1000, can you skip end full stop tomorrow ?"

Natasha responded that she could, and found herself satiated with care satisfaction the whole day in anticipation. It was a strange horse sense of ownership she felt. She also was perplexed how she felt her consistence looking forward to sex, though she didn't feeling forward to having sex with him. She needed the belief 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 in the dress ?"

"Yeah. It's in my bag. Are we going to a party ?"Natasha had gotten a petition from Teddy that morning. He asked her to wear upon her shortest clothes and heels. She texted back that she could contribute a attire but couldn't leave the sign in it. She only had one attire like that. The clean one her mom had got her. She was just able to thrust into it. She bust, articulatio coxae and thighs were all a bit bigger, and her altitude increase meant the dress only just covered her ass and speed thigh.

"A party ?"Teddy said. He was shifting in his derriere. He seemed very on edge. He couldn't halt still.

"well yeah. Why did you want me to bring a dress ?"

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

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

She asked if they were going to the house, but he said he couldn't danger us being seen. I asked if we were going to a hotel. He said he couldn't endangerment using his reference bill of fare. She asked where they were going to go. She didn't like the reply.

"Here. No one will put two and two together, even if soul sees."He had parked along the railing on the boundary of a gas station parking lot, and had pointed to the external relief way.

"In there ? Wait we. .."

"C'mon, this is the entirely way we can be condom. Just keep your shoes on, I'll be quick."

Natasha continued to protest for a spell but chemise eventually talked her into it. Teddy worked in sales and was terrific at it. It wasn't all that hard to make her come around.

Natasha went in offset. She was supposed to change into the clothes and then Teddy would show up. The lav was gross, the toilet had pee on it, and there was pilus and. .. stuff on the floor. 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 high temperature of a man's member. She took off her clothes and slipped on the dress.

Even in the dirty, stained, low mirror, Natasha could see the variety in her consistence since she first wore it. Her breasts looked ready to pop out. Her world hair's-breadth could be visible if she stood up tall too fast. But from the slope she was impressed. She was looking more and more like a trucker mud flap. She even wondered to herself if more than sex would make her body be more impressive.

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

"holy place nooky. That's what I am talking about !"He shoved his pants down.

"I waaa- woah. What the fuck ?"Natasha stared in unbelief. 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 Teddy shuffled towards her.

What the roll in the hay ? Where is he gon na put that ? Natasha's mind was running around and around, trying to prepare herself for where she knew that cock was going.

teddy bear reached her and just started gropping. There was no rhythm or Passion of Christ or anything, just mindless animal detrition and grinding. Natasha didn't enjoy this eccentric of foreplay nearly as much. She assumed it always was the same. Oral, fingers and sex. She was learning different.

One time in his pulverization his peter got under her dress. It pushed against her bay window. Jesus, it reached that far up. The fucking thing would be poking her lungs ! But there was no way out of this. teddy's eyes were already empty-bellied, he was gone and his fuck ego had replaced Teddy.

He grabbed her hips and gyrate her like a top. He slid a handwriting up on each thigh and hiked the dress to her pelvis. 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 !"Teddy was pushing hard and had breached her gap. He was fucking gargantuan. Redeemer it felt like a tree trunk was splitting her in two.

"damn you're a plastered little slut !"Teddy said loudly.

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

"Oh nookie ! shtup YOU'RE TIGHT !"

Natasha felt a strong thrust and felt her pussy feel like it broke. The muscles relaxed and Teddy got his entire distance and girth into her. She felt like a pig roasting on a spit. She felt like her pussy was going to tear.

And then he started thrusting.

"Unnna ! Unnngggha ! Unga ! Unga ! Unga ! Unga !"Natasha settled into a rhythmical squeal as she held the sink in a vice clench, her metacarpophalangeal joint showing through. She didn't experience any pleasure, just extreme discomfort and was feeling nauseous.

"Oh shit baby ! Oh snitch babe ! Don't worry, no one will see us !"Teddy roared as he began to be intimate her like a fleshlight. His handwriting gripping her tiny waist, watching her apple nates ass cheeks bouncing with his pounding. She went up on her toes in the hound on each pump.

Natasha looked up, her thoughtfulness in the mirror a flavour of suffering and sadness. She saw one of her breasts pop free, the attire falling, the solid lean affair around her waist as he fucked her silly.

Her hair bounced off her shoulders, her scrawny gasp and grunts a jumbled mess. She looked at Teddy in the mirror. His back talk was overt, lips pulled back, staring at himself penetrating Natasha over and over, faster and faster.

Natasha thought she might black out from the pain. She reached behind her to fix Teddy guard back. He grabbed her wrist, and then reached and grabbed the other, holding both hands behind her as he pumped for all he was worth. Natasha's head was drooped, she was barely mindful. hurting 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 full stop of pumping. She heard teddy howling behind her as he filled her vernal pussy with a vast torrent of his cum.

A half thrust. Natasha grunted, slip grunted. And again, let loose a flood of sperm worthy his monumental cock. shimmy let her arms go and wrapped around her tummy holding her conclusion as he was rubbing his boldness back and forth on her shoulder blade, mumbling into her figure.

He panted for a few minutes before pulling himself loose, softer but still huge.

"Ah-ahaha-haa-ah ! Esssssssszzzch."Natasha grimaced in pain as his horse cavalry rooster pulled destitute. She fell to her knees, back on her haunches. She made no sound, just breathed hard her pussy felt like it was stuck in topnotch reaching mode. Had he broken her slit ? Would she ever be able to take a pattern cock again ?

Mercifully her cramping pussy did begin to retract and the pain subsided, but the soreness stuck around. She stayed on her haunches until Teddy pulled her up a few proceedings later. She was ginger on her feet and slip began to name out with her.

She didn't mind that until she felt his erecting rub up against her tummy. the Nazarene, he was hard again ? Natasha thought, feeling incredulous that he could possibly consider 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 fourth dimension !"

"What ? hell on earth no. For a thousand bucks you can founder 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 delicate ass touching vulgar residue. She felt used and gross. Her legs splayed. Her mamilla hanging out, buoyant though they were. Her consistency ached all over and his hammer looked even openhanded as chemise hopped up on the over turned trash can.

He pushed down on Natasha's tummy and he rammed himself back in to her precious untested pussy.

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

"Ok, ok slow."And he went behind and steady, but kept the pace tolerable for the time being. He pumped long and mystifying, and Natasha was at to the lowest degree able to not be in painful sensation. It ached and was sore for sure, but she was able to feel a bit of pleasure this time.

"Jesus Christ ! Look at this body !"slip was squeezing her waist shifting her around as he pumped her worn out consistency. He ran his paw all over her, squeezing, pinching, rubbing. Her great tits, her taut corporation, her guggle butt, they all got their due attention.

This time Teddy had held out for considerably prospicient than his initial 35 second fuck. Natasha saw the white slime on his dick, the massive member working like a plumber's helper pulling his initial warhead of semen back out. Jesus it was a big cock, she still couldn't believe he could fit in her. Three of his pecker would equal her waist.

"Ok, ok baby, sorry, it's finish time."He stood up eminent and pulled back and slammed household 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 drubbing but thankfully Teddy was at his peak and erupted inside of Natasha.

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

slip slipped off the garbage can, his still fully pecker yanked out of Natasha and she saw a few filament of gooey T. H. White coming out of her and sticking to the sink. She felt so relieved, and admittedly satisfied. She felt more affection than she ever had. It was crave and not the honey she didn't know she craved, but it filled the void, at least for now.

Once she was dressed, not easy because of moving her legs, she walked slowly and gingerly to the car, wondering if it would be weeks before she could take the air again. teddy bear drove her home. He texted her three times a week from then on, but she rarely responded, only when the calendar week was dense, especially the vacation. But she was on to something, and she liked the $ 1000 sitting in her rucksack.

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