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Bridgett was about 5-8, blonde, with large tits that looked as if they were going to bust out of her tiny shirt. She was wearing a blue miniskirt that just barely surrounded her round, tight ass.
She glanced up at me and smiled, her long blonde hair teasing her firm nipples.
As she approaches me I grab her shoulders and bring her closer, kissing her ferociously. She moans as I grasp her firm tits, shaking and squeezing the bouncy flesh. She begins to reach down to my cock... "My God!" She gasps as she hoists my swollen cock from my jeans. It is nearly eleven inches long, and a look of fear crosses Bridget's cute face.
"It's huge..." she says.
Seeing I'm in charge now, I look Bridgett in the eyes and say, "I want to shove my fat cock all the way down your throat."
She begins stroking my dick, her hands not able to grasp it completely. I am hot as hell now, my throbbing cock protruding from my body like a massive cucumber. She licks my swollen red head, and, surprising her, I grab her head and begin forcing my massive cock into her throat. She begins gagging, and i feel her hot spit flowing around my throbbing member. I ram deeper inside her, grasping her neck so I can feel my dick widening her throat completely. She cant breathe anymore and her wide mouth cant handle much more of my cock, so i slowly pull it from her lips, her throat closing back up as I leave her.
Her mouth opens to speak, but i act quickly and grab her hair, yanking my thick dick into her mouth. Again I use all my force to pull her face further onto my cock, and her warm throat squeezes my dick as I suddenly feel my swollen head pop into her larynx. Now her muscular throat is squeezing my shaft as my head probes deeper and deeper into her body, her chin forcing my balls to the back of my ass. I rip her head off my dick and throw her onto the nearby bed. She looks as if shes having fun...
I roll her onto her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, upside down. I take a boob in each hand and squeeze tightly as I aim my donkey dick toward her open mouth. I insert my cock into her mouth and force it all the way in, croaking and gagging sounds coming from her throat as my dick fills her. Now it is too much, and my hot cum spews out of my dick, ounces of it, as if I were taking a piss, down her throat. I start rapidly fucking her face as cum overflows from her jaws all over her face and the floor. Again I slowly pull my wet cock from her mouth and she coughs up cum and spit with joy.
"Have you ever had your ass raped?" I inquire.
"No" She obediently replies.
"Well today's your lucky day." I say back to her as I prop her up on her hands and knees, with her feet now hanging off the bed. I push her lower back down hard, and her ripe ass checks pulse in the still air, her huge tits rubbing the blanket. "Hold still," I advise. I grip my cock, now swollen to a good foot long, red and lubricated from her thick spit and my sticky cum. I place my head in front of her tiny asshole. The circumference of my dick is about five times that of her asshole. I began pushing, with little luck. As she moans I am now pulling her hips onto mine as hard as my big biceps will work, and her ass begins to slowly open up.
"FUCK MY ASS!" she yells, now shaking with excitement. I push harder as her asshole opens, my head now barely inside her tight ass. Deeper and deeper I push, thick inch by thick inch, as she screams louder and louder. I am now nearly halfway inside her with a lot of work to go. Her asshole is being forced further and further apart as my massive shaft fills her intestines. Finally I am inside her completely, I feel the entire 12 inches of my cock being squeezed very tightly by wet, hot, squirming flesh. "Oh yea you dirty SLUT!" I yell as tears fall from her eyes.
Slowly I start moving my cock in and out, her screams of joy becoming louder. Now I am pumping rather rapidly. I pull all the way out, and then very rapidly force my fat fat cock back into her. I don't know how she can physically take this. I ram harder and harder, my egg sized balls smashing into her pussy lips as I pound her asshole. Again, the pressure is too much. I feel my shaft pulse as steaming cum jets out of my head into her bowels, and my thrusting starts making a sloppy, squishing sound as cum squirts from between my cock and her ass lips. I cum harder and harder, a constant flow of cream spewing from my dick, as her juices and my cum squirt from out of her ass all over her ass cheeks and my stomach. I am ramming her at such high speeds that our skin is smacking together at ear-piercing intervals. I push all the way back into her, and as I hose out my sperm into her, I see it forced back out of her ass in smelly waterfalls.

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I'm sure almost every one of my classmates would consider our 8th grade English class with Mrs. Jensen extremely dull and at times excruciatingly boring. How important was it really to include a subject sentence in your first paragraph? I don't think the real world worked that way. And who cares what the difference between a simile and an analogy was? It was all comparisons. Both Ferraris and Corvettes were adequate descriptions of fast cars. Why would I need to describe what kind of fast...

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George was in deadly peril and had no idea. A cougar had been trailing him and his mule since early that morning. The first shell in his yellow-boy carbine had a dead primer. He walked along oblivious, savoring the day. It was spring of 1873. It was a good time to be alive and out of Ohio. His pop had come back from the war missing something--his sense of humor. It was tough pulling his head in around the old man day after day. He finally let loose and floored the old man with one punch. That...

Keeping My Sister in LineChapter 3 As Told by Teddy Reddick

(As Told by Teddy Reddick) My dad sent us to our rooms to write out a confession of what happened over the last few weeks. He and my mother talked about what should happen. I was mortified. My father and little sister had both seen me with jizz on my face sucking my own dick. I felt there was no way I could live this down. I don’t know if I could ever look my little sister in the eye again after she saw me dash to the bathroom with my dick flopping, and my face glazed with cum either. I...

Keeping My Sister in LineChapter 13 As Told by Ted Reddick

(As Told by Ted Reddick) t wasn’t like a magic wand that hit me and suddenly I was a man simply because my Dad started calling me Ted. It was a pivotal moment for me though and one that I will never forget. I felt recognition from my father that represented I had completed some rite of passage to manhood. I was still far from having the experience or confidence that I do now that I am much older, however at the time, I thought I was pretty hot shit. I remember being much more decisive and...

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