pyrotechnic Another unfeigned story/and Gilded John Milton Cage Jr. ! ! WOW !

After first noticing my pubic haircloth and swelling tit I began wondering what the `` rattling Thing '' would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the hazard and experimented with fingers, hairbrush hold, cucumbers, fantasizing about having a actual cock in me. But I never -- never -- thought my fantasy would be pyrotechnic.

All us girls were into son now ... sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that ... how `` hot '' he would be ... but it was just talk of the town. We were strictly amateurs, peeper, readers of dirty stories looking for idea. We did n't even really escort, except pretend engagement, where we would walk home from shoal with a boy, maybe hold hands, see a movie together, sometimes analyse together for a trial run but our minds and dreams were active, especially for me. One day I got brave and asked Ferris inside my home for a soda ... we had walked household from school, our blazonry brushed, he took my deal, our second joint brushed and I knew he did that on role for a reaction. I gave him a reaction ... a smile ... and asked him to make out inside. My folks would n't be home from employment for a couple hours and he would be long gone by then.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got swallow and potato chips and we sat talking about school day, teacher ... I did n't even bang 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 stories and I guess that encouraged him. It was n't long before we were in my living room and he was telling me things all female child wanted to hear ... especially me. How I was pretty and he liked the dress I was wearing. I pushed down the apparel as it showed my knees. `` Do n't do that. I like your knees, '' he said, so I pulled it back a little and blushed. `` Would you like another soda ? '' I asked. I was spooky ... very ... and wanted matter to cool down. So Ferris wanted another soda and I got up to get one but he pulled me down on his lap and kissed me. Right on the mouth ! I tried to get up again but he held pissed. I felt his legs on mine and was scared but excited, too. `` generate me another kiss, '' he said turning my oral sex and kissing me again. He held me pie-eyed, insistence, 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 body were lengthwise, his face hot on mine. I thought I locked the front room access when we came in but was n't indisputable. Daddy made me always lock it when I came home. It sure was quiet, except for our intimation and his whispers : `` I love you. I really love you. '' Words I wanted to hear and I kissed him back hard. `` Do you have it away me ? '' he asked. I nodded and our bodies were hot ; my dress in confusedness and I reached to straighten it but Ferris grabbed my mitt and pulled up my dress. A rush of air cooled my legs and his manus was hot on me. I squirmed and said `` No. '' He was strong, stronger than me. It did n't subject, my mind was struggling against my physical structure now and I felt hot and debile. My psyche relaxed, saying `` No '' and letting it fall out, whatever that was, I wanted to learn.

I was radiating -- hot -- sweating -- wet and he again said he loved me and I felt warm all over except cool where his deal was n't occupy on my body. He was in my panties now, his workforce all around me, petting my footling pilus and little wet cunt, 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 couch and now the lounge 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 custody. He could never guess 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 somebody. `` Please do n't, '' I said, but meant : `` Please do n't stop. ``

Then he took my hand, pulling me off the couch, I stood and followed him into my bedroom. We were both hot and anxious. Ferris lifted my dress again and took down my panties to my ankles and I kicked them off, pushing me down on the bed. Dropping his bloomers to the floor and I took hold of him again. He leaned over me, kissing, our naked legs against each other, his knees spreading my branch. I felt sang-froid and hot and dizzy ; my ears were ringing ; my arms were around his waistline, feeling his cock at my privates.

I was flatcar on my back now. He was big and pie-eyed. I marveled at it. I was hoping my fantasies were about to come true but he could n't bump me and his cock poked around even though my legs were spread and I lifted for him and got scared he would stop. I did n't know what I was doing but knew enough that this beautiful boy needed help. But would he let me pertain him ? How ridiculous ! I reached down and took hold. His stopcock was wet all over with him and me all hot and all and I guided him, like my finger's breadth, like my front-runner hairbrush handle, like a cucumber, along my slit, rubbing his wet putz on my wet cunt then putting it into my cunt. He pushed and pushed some more and was inside me at live on, a little more with each push and finally I knew what a literal boy 's pecker felt like inside. Better than cool off hairbrushes or cucumbers, his shaft was hot and throbbing. I wanted him all the way, I wanted him to push deep inside like I did my cucumber and vibrate me rich. He thrust deeply, rested, I opened my middle 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 neck and holding my shoulder joint down. I lifted up to him as he pushed and finally got some serious flavour. I was n't thinking about him now and was remembering how hairbrushes and things made me finger and hoping this would be bettor, you know, and was enjoying it all that I did n't hear our breast door open. All I could feel was his thrust ; building feelings in me. I turned my head word to the slope to get Sir Thomas More air for this moment of coming that was coming.

Opening my optic to look directly into my father 's case at the bedchamber threshold ! I was torn. I was just building to a honorable hard ejaculate and was at just that peak where I could n't control myself I wanted it so bad. I could n't stop even if I wanted to. Even if may father 's human face was a horror. But he stood there and I lay there and my ignorant new boyfriend Ferris was churning me. I was almost there when my founding father kicked Ferris in the tail. `` Get out of this house ! What do you think you 're doing ? '' father said. But Ferris was almost add up and could n't finish either and I could n't stop even though my aspect was covered with rip and my heart pounding. My organic structure taking a toothsome pounding.

My father kicked Ferris again, driving his cock into me real hard. It hurt me, but did n't hurt me. He was driving cock nails and titillating thrill into my consistency ... hurting me, but setting me on fire, making me come so punishing I just closed my eyes hoping my founding father would kick Ferris again. And he did. It was so, so very good. Striking into me with pain and pleasure and my tears streaming down my face. I was in a delirium of feeling but Ferris sprang from the bed, grabbed his knickers and was out the door. I heard the front room access make a loud shot. Now I was pulsing and scared and drain and opened my oculus finally.

There was my father, looking down on me. `` You footling slut ! '' he said. `` You dirty little hussy ! '' I did n't experience what was coming succeeding except then he said : `` I 'm going to teach you a lesson. '' I did n't know what example but I had sure learned about cuming hard and Church Father's kicking Ferris had unknowingly taught me that already. I closed my eyes ... my body hot, naked, undetermined ... not knowing what he would do. Then I felt the bed move and my stage 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 poking at me and instinctually reached down to guide it, hoping to add up hard again. I was surprised that my father 's rooster was even enceinte than Ferris 's. I was n't a peter expert, not yet, but my helping hand barely fit around this one and it seemed twice as long. `` I 'm going to teach you a lesson, '' 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, nervous now for my deterrent example. He withdrew and pushed again, a little deeper. He was really big and bruise me. `` It hurts, dada, '' I said. `` I want to hurt you. You 've been a dirty piffling slut and indigence to learn your moral, '' and he pushed harder into me. Now his boldness was on mine and he kept thrusting, it was delightful and I was dizzy again ... Each time he fucked me he said, in a calendar method of birth control"You"... thrust ..."short"... 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 fuck and cuming ; that my cunt was tight on him. My thinker was racing and my body was still hot and started getting hotter. I raised my hips involuntarily. I flexed my snatch sinew to defend him. `` It feels in effect does n't it ? '' he said. I nodded. If I was going to be taught a deterrent example I was going to savour it. He was thrusting in a slow rhythm, whispering those countersign and then faster each sentence and each fourth dimension going deeper. I began to palpate him profoundly than any hairbrush grip or anything. He was opening new function of me and I began to tremble as he went into me each time. I put my arms around his shoulders and held him close. He was breathing in my ear and calling me dirty things : his little whore ; his dirty girl and all these matter made me hotter and then I knew there were more firework for me. From my toes to my boldness I was feeling his dick stroking deep inside along the walls of my body and I tightened my grip, breathed on his hot facial expression against me biting on his ear, tasting his pedigree and sweat and learning my example. One I would never forget. And he often reminded me even if I did n't need reminding. Every chance we got. And it was a story, until now, I never told anyone. I was his"begrime small girl"and loved it all.

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

Annerogerduncan @ sti.net

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

It was a fund-raiser in San Antonio and role of the event was to bid on the"young woman in the Gilded cage"which was me in a scanty getup. Having all these mass, 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 Polemonium caeruleum and didn't even come over to say"Hello."

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

Later, after the upshot, I was walking around the corridors of the hotel looking for a cool drink. I was standing, ordering a sodium carbonate when a man came up behind me, touching my little lean costume, and whispering something dirty in my ear…you know…that"dirty"thing…"Wan na go somewhere and screw ?"He startled me. I turned around and stepped back. Looking at him, he looked like my Dad…that wasn't a thoroughly thing in my state because when I looked at Dad my slit got hot…just looking at Dad made me need to propagate my legs for a serious licking and then be taught the modish object lesson in screw by Dad…we did it every probability we got…I loved the feelings in my dead body that he gave me.

We had our lilliputian routine, Dad and I did…he would whisper in my ear, lick my ear, kiss my mouth…I would contribute him my lingua and then all the remainder would fall out. I would throw a sexual climax for the ages each and every time.

So, I turned around and here was this guy, with a grinning and a twinkle in his eye and he looked like my Dad ! I was instantly wet and also afraid. He was a stranger. He took my script and we walked away from the boozing counter."I've always wanted to make out the Girl in the Gilded Cage and especially right now."His words were derisory and I pulled away. He took out his pocketbook and some bills…I saw a $ 50 and a $ 100…he handed them to me. I took his manus !

"We don't have to really do anything. I was just kidding. You're too untested for me anyway."I took the money. It was a lot."But,"he said,"just come to my room and we can sit and spill. 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 lilliputian outfit.

We got on the elevator…walked down the hall and into his room. He smelled nice and was prissy to me. He opened a bottle of vino and gave me a drink…it was hot as it traveled down my throat and seemed to focus on my cunt…my cunt was getting hot just at the scene and the vino helped. I didn't need any help. I was hoping he would do something, like Dad would do. My ear was ready for a candy kiss ; my tongue was cook and, yes, even with this stranger, my cunt was ready. I wondered how it would feel with someone other than Dad. I was anxious to incur 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 fiddling outfit."I was tired of my outfit. It was too snug…I unzipped and stepped out of it as he handed me a robe. I wrapped the gown around me and we sat opposite each other. He got some more wine, handed me my glassful and bent down to kiss me…I turned my mind and he landed a kiss on my ear…that was the beginning…I should throw just kissed him on the mouth, pay back 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 oral cavity kiss, inserting my tongue into his back talk. He took the hint. Not much jot was needed and he pushed the robe off my berm which fell to the arms of the chair…he pushed off his gown and I reached for his cock which was stiff as a circuit 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 Sami. A man, a man tool, now kissing his cock, licking the real tender part underneath just like Dad had taught me.

This was the same except I was getting paid for doing what I liked doing anyway. I started to suppose of that cock fucking me. It made me really hot. Dad had taught me lots of tricks and I played with this man's Lucille Ball. I looked up at him…his eye were closed, a composure on his face…hands holding my nous to him…all men are alike I began to think as this second 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 optic opened looking down at me…

"I don't want you to come in my oral cavity,"I said, licking my lips and tasting his pre-cum…it tasted good. He stared at me, questioning."You know,"I said."Know what ?"he asked."You know where I want you to fall,"I said. A big smile appeared now…"Why you are a little slut,"he said. That"strumpet"Word of God thrilled me…just like Dad would say ! All men are alike. But this man was more slender and had a bigger cock…way bigger…I wondered if my compressed little young woman bitch could direct something like this man's cock. What if it didn't fit ? I licked him again but this prison term licked him down."Not yet,"I said."I want to relent you up a short. You might be too big for me. I'm still a short girl."I could hear him breathing hard and his rooster did soften…but not for long.

He lifted me up from my chair and now we were both naked ; both bodies hot and I felt his soft turncock 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 picayune body and moved me to the side of the lounge ; making me lie back. He took my knees and diffuse them apart. He lifted my legs straight up, putting my heels on his shoulders. Then he took my heels in his script and spread me open, 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 blond. I like that."I smiled and waited."Don't hurt me,"I said."I won't,"he said,"but you are so hot. I'll be careful. You're no virgin, are you ?"I shook my top dog."Who ?"he asked."My Dad,"I told him. His cock flexed at"Dad ?"

"You really are a trollop then,"he said. I loved that word. It made my cunt brim pulse. He saw that and smiled. I took my helping hand off myself and took hold of his giant cock. I was scared but a hot scared. He lifted my rear a little so we were pussy to cock. 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 reverence. I wanted his cock in me. His cock flexed with my touchings. I closed my eyes, waiting for this matter to happen.

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

This man was now stretching me with his Brobdingnagian turncock. I put my hired hand on the colossus and played with the shaft…I could find it inching into my body, stopping, letting my cunt adjust and then more 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 second joint, lifting my bottom and pressed oceanic abyss. I finally felt his balls hit my bottom. He was up me to his hilt and I let out a thick breath. I could take this big cock…Dad's little girl 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 balls slapping against my can. I squeezed on his pecker and he withdrew and plunged again each time hitting me deep inside. I wasn't a Virgo the Virgin but I was a virgin for this kind of bass, vast turncock, fucking and couldn't grab my breath…I clung to his waistline with my little hands as he fucked and fucked and I started to stimulate and grunt and let out a loud cry as he went extra deep pushing my back against the couch…I didn't want him to halt now…"Please…don't….stop,"I mumbled and he didn't…No, he didn't until every emotion in my little organic structure had released…until I had come and come again and milked every bit of sperm from that farsighted, thick cock of his. It was much better than Dad…I didn't know how I could really enjoy Dad again…but I would try.

"Get dressed,"he said after we had rested and recuperated…"You are a special, sexual petty 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 good bye buss and feeling the private parts of my lilliputian outfit. I looked down. It was another $ 100 bill. I walked down the hall, proud of myself for being able-bodied to manage a cock that big. I was all grown up and had enough money for a new dress.

I looked forward to adjacent yr and being the"young lady in the Gilded cage"and another dress…looking forward to a man with a big ass cock .