Chapter 4
It was a long, tedious sonofabitching drive to Kingsport. It was after 3:30 a.m. when they arrived and Steven drove directly to Dorie's ranch. After dropping the girls off he continued to the Boreman spread. The ranch appeared the same as he remembered it, even in the eerie darkness. Nothing had changed in the year he had been away. He parked in front of the big house.
He sighed and got out of the car. The house was dark. He looked over toward the servants' quarters above the six car garage. A single light shone. It was good of Jack to wait up for him.
Jack came out to meet him, shuffling his huge frame, his black face barely visible in the darkness. Jack had been more of a father to him than his real one. He had raised him, taking him under his wing when he realized that Steven's dad was more interested in making money than he was in his own son.
"Howdy, Mister Stevens!" Jack shook his hand. "What's happening, Jack? It's good to see you again."
"Same here. I had a feeling you'd be coming in this morning. Your father couldn't be here to meet you. He's still in New York."
"What about her?"
Jack knew who he meant. He knew how Steven despised his stepmother.
"She's here. She waited up until half-past eleven and then turned in."
"How's your family, Jack?"
"They all doing well. Ask about you all the time."
Jack pulled the suitcases from the car and started up the front steps. Steven looked around to make sure he was really home again. The prodigal son had returned to his birthplace which was beautiful but contained a collection of horrors from his nightmare childhood.
They stepped inside and Jack put the baggage down. He closed the door and switched on the lights. A cold shudder passed through Steven. Someone was watching him from upstairs.
He looked up and there she stood-his stepmother, Cybil Boreman.
"Hello there, Steven. How are you?"
He did not answer right away. In spite of his hatred for her, she always sexually upset him. There she stood in a flimsy blue nightgown, silhouetted against the light that shone from her open bedroom door. He saw the outline of her well-formed thighs. A hot shock shot through his loins.
"I'm fine, thank you, Cybil."
"I'm terribly sorry your father couldn't be here to meet you. He was delayed on business in New York."
"Jack told me. Listen, I can make myself at home. You don't have to stay up."
"Oh but I want to. It's been a long while since we've seen you. Your father and I missed you."
"Yeah ... I bet."
He looked at Jack who also knew Cybil was full of shit. Jack began to back out the door. Steven did not want to be left alone with his stepmother. Not yet.
"What did you say, Steven?"
"Doesn't matter."
"I fixed your room for you. Is there anything you want?" she asked, purring sexily.
He could not stop staring at her. He had forgotten just how beautiful and sexy Cybil was.
"Thank you ..'. but I hope you didn't put yourself out."
"Oh no, it's your home, too."
That was a laugh. Especially after the way she had cast a spell on his dad and bulldozed her way into the family circle.
"Yes. Thank you."
"Well," she said, looking slinky and lovely, "I'll say good-night then. And thank you very much, Jack."
"Yes, ma'am." Jack said.
Cybil smiled and went into her bedroom and closed the door.
"Same old shit, huh, Jack?" Steven turned toward him.
Jack put a firm hand on his shoulder. He could feel the man's strength and wisdom.
"Give it a chance, son. Ain't nobody without a fault. Now I'll see you in the morning. I got Fire Dance all ready for you."
The mention of Fire Dance perked him up. His mother had given him the horse when he was fourteen. He loved Fire Dance more than anything. Jack saw the light come into his eyes.
"Now that's better. Why don't you go down to the stable right now and say hello. Fire Dance has sensed you're home by now. Go ahead. I'll put these bags in your room."
"Thanks, Jack." he said and raced out to the stable.
Dorie Johnson was not sure she was happy to be home again. Her father had greeted her and Marilyn, and after a brief conversation, the girls went up to their rooms.
Dorie stood in the dark and looked out of her bedroom window. She began to undress slowly until she stood naked and shimmering in the light of the moon. She turned, knowing that by now her father would be standing in the doorway. But she had not expected him to be half-nude.
There was not time to cover her nakedness. She stood there while his eyes swept over her luscious body. Even in the gloomy darkness she could see that his cock was hard, waving hotly in her direction. She closed her eyes and gathered her courage. She was determined that there would not be a hassle. She would not make a big thing about his sneaking up on her nude. She knew how it was with him.
The silence became unbearable.
"Daddy, couldn't we wait until morning to talk?" Her voice cracked.
"I-I wanted to welcome you proper. I missed you, Dorie. I've been so lonely here without you."
"I know, Daddy, and I missed you. But things have changed. Oh, look, I'm very tired right now. It was a long drive here."
He took a step toward her into a shaft of light. His prick was sticking out like a drawbridge.
She raised her hands. "Please ... I'd hoped that you'd change by now. Dad...?"
"You're right, of course. Well have time enough to talk later."
He dropped his head and turned around. He closed the door. Dorie sighed and flopped down on the bed. She was not at all happy to be home.
Mr. Johnson went back to his room and sat in the dark, puffing nervously on a cigarette. He would not be able to sleep the rest of the night. Dorie's being back in the house had upset him just as he had thought. It had been dumb to go barging naked into her bedroom on her first night back. Still, the pressure had grown since he first received her letter that she would be spending the summer at Kingsport.
He felt guilty and ashamed. He poured a drink from a nearly empty bottle of Scotch. He leaned his head back against the rocker and tried to remember how it all began....
Dorie was only twelve years old when his slutty wife had run away with another man. It was a period when he hated everybody and everything. He no longer gave a shit about raising cattle and building an empire that his wife and daughter would enjoy. The wife would no longer be with him. He turned to drink and became an alcoholic. His friends became fewer and he isolated himself at the ranch. Although he had tried to take on the responsibility of raising Dorie properly, it was not working out. Dorie was growing up quickly, each day she reminded him more of his dearly beloved wife. It was like a miracle, the way Dorie looked exactly like her mother. It was as if fate had sent him another beautiful female to love.
Dorie had always been tall for her age. Her long brown hair that fell far below her shoulders gave her an exotic look. Her face was as pretty as any you would ever see. She had dark eyebrows, a straight nose, and wide sensuous lips.
He had watched her grow into a blossoming flower. So had all the townsmen who kept ogling her. Once her chubby body had lost its baby fat, she slimmed down with shapely hips and a beautifully molded ass. Most of the townsmen were dying to get their dicks into sweet, voluptuous Dorie. She might be only a baby, but she was certainly built well-especially those magnificent tits of hers. She went without a bra most of the time which made it easy to see how her full jugs shook and bounced about under her clothes. It was enough to make every dick within fifty feet get hard as a rock. They all wanted to shove some hot fuck meat into her virgin pussy hole. Pussy that now was absolutely the best thing going. It made their guts tie into knots. Ned and Charlie Jones had been known to shoot off in their jeans from just looking at Dorie's butterball ass.
Ned and Charlie had been Dorie's most ardent admirers.
"That gal sure is growing up fast, ain't she?"
Charlie, chewing on a straw, looked up from where he sat on the curb of the sidewalk, toward the general store.
"Yipe. I told you she was going to be finer than her mother. Shit! That gal's got tits that would put any cunt in town to shame."
Ned was standing next to Charlie's chair. He rubbed his big long prick while he spoke. "It ain't the tits that I want to get my hands on. I love the way that gal swishes her hips-the way she shakes that sweet juicy ass of hers. Just like she knows we're looking at her. Look at the way she wears those fucking shorts."
"You know, Charlie, I don't mean to put you down, but what the fuck is this thing you've got about a woman's asshole?"
"I can see you ain't been around very long, have you, boy? You can tell a lot by looking at a gal's ass. I'm happy that the feminists put all the dumb broads in this country into pants. When they wore dresses, you could see their legs but not the shape of their asses. But now they wear tight pants that emphasize the cheeks and crack."
"So what's the big thing?"
"It's a girl-watcher's jackpot, ya dumb fuck. Now look at Dorie's ass when she passes by. Now, she's wearing those shorts tight for a reason, fool."
As Dorie walked in front of them, she smiled warmly before continuing down the street. Both men's eyes were glued to the undulation of her sexy ass.
"Looka there! See the way those goddamn shorts ride up into her ass-crack? Ever' time she takes a step, one of her cheeks falls out from under the shorts. Looka there! Look how soft and round her ass is. Look how tender her cheeks is back there. You can even see the imprint of her panty-line-see how it chokes off that meat?"
"You got a point there, Charlie. You sure's shit can see her drawers."
"Looks like she's wearing one of those new kind of bikini briefs."
"Yeah, I love it when the gals wear those thin white shorts and those colorful printed drawers beneath. You can see where the panties stops and hug them good cheeks. I sure could put a big root up there in Dorie's asshole. Just think how good that's gonna be when it gets ripe."
"Well, man. It's ripe already. And what makes you think old Mike ain't done weaned that gal?"
"You might be right. He probably has fucked her by now. She sorta walks differently now, don't she. Looks like she has a stiff cock stuck up there in her cunt hole and she has to wiggle them hips to keep it from making her shoot off."
"You really think Mike would fuck his own daughter?"
"Don't be naive. Don't all the fathers fuck around with their daughters in these parts? Haven't you?"
"Well ... I have patted Annie Mae on the butt a few times. Annie Mae has got a soft ass like her mom. But I don't think I would go that far...."
"You don't think! That's so much horseshit! Anything can happen when the weather is so fuckin' hot."
"Yeah, and with Dorie and her dad living out there on the ranch all alone, and as much as she likes to show her stuff, something is bound to happen."
Mr. Johnson had known that his pals were talking behind his back. He also knew that they wanted to fuck his young daughter's cunt. All of this prompted him to take a closer look at Dorie. That was how it all began. He started taking second looks at his young, voluptuous daughter.
He was not a weak man, but to compensate for his growing sexual urge for Dorie, he started dating. He fucked every chance he got, trying to keep his horny nature down. Most of the women were whores, but they were good enough to bust his nuts in. But even after all his prowling and fucking, his eyes still returned to his young daughter.
He remembered the times she so lovingly sat on his lap when they discussed serious matters. He no longer tried to fight it; he wanted to fuck his daughter in the worst way. His hot cock could dictate nothing else; fate was a greater master of his life than his willpower.
He looked forward to those little fireside chats when she would put her arms around his neck and squeeze her little body against his chest.-He could feel her small budding tits hard against him. They were once no more than a mouthful, but now were rising into splendid cones of girl-flesh. He ached to take one in his hand and squeeze its tenderness, to suck the juice of her virginal nipples.
He had felt a bit ashamed the first time she had felt his cock hardening. But she did not get up or change her position. She just sat there as if she understood that he was a man and she had a pussy. The warmth of her round ass was more than he could have stood if he had been Superman. The way they sunk down over his thighs and spread with such softness: distorting her weight and making a hot inferno of wondrous delights for his stiff cock.
The hardest thing in the world to do was to keep her still while she sat upon his lap. Unintentionally, he had put his hand under the arm and touched her soft tittie. It had been so wonderful that he felt compelled to continue the caresses. She was not wearing a bra. His hand slipped under the tee-shirt and felt her bare skin. She shivered and held her head straight up, not making any movement. She was waiting to see if he was actually going to feel her young tit. She sat there, rigid, putting the weight of his conscience back on him.
Then it happened. He awakened one morning with a tremendous hard-on. He looked down at the sheet, sticking up like a tent where his fuck meat was trying to poke a hole through it. Although he milked it down and beat the meat for a while, it was still not the release that he needed. His mind flashed to Dorie. She would still be asleep in her room ... nice and warm and soft. He remembered how warm a woman's body is in the morning. That thought forced him from the bed into the hall and to his daughter's door. He spent long agonizing moments of indecision before he pushed the door open and walked in.
He moved across the room to the head of her bed. She stirred and looked up at him through sleepy eyes. There was a look of bewilderment on her pretty face. He was standing directly over her face. He pulled the covers off her body. She was nude.
Then in a horny trance that he had never experienced before, he pulled his cock out of his shorts. His eyes scanned her naked body, trying to see all of her at once. She looked so warm and vibrant; her luscious thighs were spread wide and he saw her cuntal nest. The sight of her pussy hair stunned him. He could see how her soft ass cushioned the pussy's center and how the strands of curly hair grew wild-like her personality.
His cock had stiffened to its maximum length. He held it at the base to keep it from wiggling and banging around against him. He looked into her face to see what her reaction would be. She was wide-eyed and quickly became caught up in the perverse heat of it all. Her face became drawn and she took on a grown woman's look. It was that uncompromising look of a female when she realized some unchangeable duty to fuck a man, to help him, realizing that his dick had complete control over him.
He moved closer to the bed. She rose up to her knees and leaned forward. She was not sure, but he must want her to put her lips around his root. He was always telling her how lovely and precious her mouth was.
He let go of his cock and let it drop on its own. It dangled down almost to his knees then shot back up to attention. It flagged the air frantically when she moved her lips barely an inch from its swollen tip. She paused long enough to brush the long silky brown hair behind her ears in a feminine gesture that made him shoot a spurt of jism.
Without touching him, she closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She touched the tip of his cock; he gasped and widened his stance. It was so earth-shaking to see her pretty young face drawn, her own person now, her mouth stretched too wide from her lack of experience. Her tongue lightly touched under the ridge of his dick-head. Her eyes were shut tight, as though hoping it would not taste bad. She opened them again when she discovered that it was salty, but nice. She looked up into his eyes for some sign, but he could not bear to look her straight in the eye. When he did not feel anything, he looked down again. Her eyes were waiting for his. She wanted him to fully understand that he wasn't taking anything from her; she knew what she was doing. That fact was the most painful for him to face. His daughter was a female who would probably be a good cocksucker. The pain came in knowing he could not keep her in his home forever. Eventually she would grow up and suck other men's dicks. They, whoever they were, would not deserve her precious mouth.
She moved her head under his stiff phallus and sniffed his ball-sac. She was curious to see how a man smelled between his legs, to see if the odor was similar to her pussy when it got hot and sweaty. She found that pleasant too. It was a masculine smell like no other. His cock was banging on top of her head, and she pulled back far enough to take the meat in her mouth.
She brought both hands up to hold Daddy's cock steady. She licked under the dickstring down to his balls and back up again to capture his dickhead. She had had enough of tasting and wanted that fascinating bulb-shaped crown in her mouth. She found that looks were deceiving; it was much too big for her small mouth. Nevertheless, she suffered it and stuffed it down her throat. He wanted to tell her to be careful and not to choke. But it was her experience, and she would enjoy it much more if she discovered things for herself. He must be the patient father and stand still while she sucked on her new toy.
She squeezed his prick shaft a little too tightly. He groaned. She thought it was good sensation for him, and she sucked as hard as she could on his crown. A shock of pleasant pain rippled down through his tube. The tip of his dick was being massaged by her throat muscles, contracting, which gave him a wet, red-hot sensation. He was certain she would choke, but she did not. Then she pulled it completely out of her mouth to catch her breath.
She was enjoying it now; it showed on her face. What a pretty picture she made. He could tell that she was spaced on some sexual fantasy she had dreamed about. At last here was a real live cock to play with. It did not matter that it was her father's dick; it was a dick and that was enough. She seemed to glory in the way she held it as if to show him that she knew it was extra sensitive to pain as well as to the pleasure of her hot mouth. She seemed to know that he could get off just by looking at her face. This must be the moment when the female is rewarded for wearing makeup, the false lashes and painted bow-shaped lips that she had seen in women's magazines. This was the act that so many women tortured themselves for and became neurotic if they missed out on. She was beginning to understand what it meant to be female and have the joy of capturing a cock.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as possible. Her tongue slithered out to prick the rise of the crown. His dick throbbed and stood up straight for her kisses. She puckered her lips and gave it a wet juicy kiss. Then she buried the crown in her mouth and rinsed it with her saliva. She barely let the ring of her lips touch the ridge, putting just enough pressure there to make it hot. Then as if she had suddenly returned to reality, she gave his dick a hard lick all the way down its stiff length.
As she became more at ease, she began to take her time with the prize. She wanted to see what tricks she could make it do. It was obvious that she had the power to induce great feelings of pleasure in it, and that made her feel extra good.
He climbed onto the bed and got on his knees. She remained flat on her back, her head under his crotch. His penis shot down at a straight angle right into her juicy mouth. She reached up and held it still with both hands. Her left hand rubbed over his stomach while the right hand came between his legs to cup his balls. She massaged the testicles lovingly, knowing that the more she did this, the hotter he would become.
He hovered above her and caressed down the satiny sides of her teenage body. When he squeezed her tit, she let go of his cock and just squirmed around for a moment. Then she took the dick back into her mouth to suck some more. He felt down her belly to the slit of her pussy.-He very delicately brushed her clitoris and she cocked her knees together. He pried them apart and this time stuck a finger into her pussy hole. Automatically, she began to push her tender hole up to him. He could not help but fuck his dick deep into her mouth, just once.
She liked it when he did this. He must think that her mouth was a pussy. She knew that much about sex, that a dick went into her pussy hole. But he kept jabbing his finger into her pussy, which must have meant that he wanted to fuck her now.
He pulled his cock from her mouth and moved between her thighs. She was still wiggling in heat, dryfucking, wanting a cock inside her cunt to stop the throbbing ache for fulfillment.
He stuck his finger deeper into her virgin pussy. She moaned and held on to his prick for dear life, as if sucking it harder would release the pent-up passion inside her. He was pleased to see that she was so hot-natured-like her mother-loving to gnaw on his hot meat. What a little glutton his daughter would be when she learned all the skills of sucking cock!
He leaned over her warm body. His eyes fixed on the triangle of her pussy. Her thighs were so smooth and soft, they squeezed her cunt, which was overrun with pussy hairs. He wondered if his big dick would be able to penetrate her tiny hole. He kissed her thighs and licked his tongue into the crevice then over her clitoral mound. He opened her thighs and took a deep look into the heart of her pussy hole. It was such a pretty pussy. It had just the right amount of hair around it to make it inviting. The mound swelled slightly and her clitoris pushed through the lips like a steeple. He had seen many pussy holes in his day, but not one of them compared to this virgin's.
The older women got, the more they craved to be fucked and thus resorted to masturbation, which gave the snatch a brownish worn out look. Lesbians had that all the time, incredibly non-delicious looking pussies. He imagined that some day a lesbian would lust after this pussy hole, wanting to gnaw it until it too became chewed and sapped of its flowery beauty.
His mouth would be the very first to kiss the rose petals of his virgin daughter's cunt. He looked deeper and saw how the inner walls contrasted and spurted out a creamy liquid that bubbled over and dripped between her pillow-soft ass-cheeks. He licked it away, making sure that he spread the juice over the lobes of her inner thighs. She trembled and stiffened. Even her thighs were sensitive to his kisses. He licked the slime up into the center of her pussy. The vulva blossomed out and he caught the insides, which sent a shivering shock of pleasure through her. He was aware of her moaning and twisting beneath him. Her ass began to make circles and bump up and down. It was a passionate sensation that she was not used to. No man had ever kissed and sucked out her pussy before-and no man would do a more, loving thorough job of it than her own dad.
He flattened himself out and made himself comfortable. There was no hurry, nobody else was around. He became intrigued with the deep cleft of her teenage ass. He slid one finger into her pussy and another into her tiny ass-hole. Then he licked over the top of her clitoris, which was completely exposed now. She could not stand it and tried her best to draw away. The hot feeling was too much for her. No longer could she hold back the explosion building within her.
He continued to poke and play in her holes, working her clit until it was bright red. Then he sucked the tip of it in between his teeth and lightly played his tongue over it.
They were approaching the moment of truth. He raised himself to his knees and swung his huge cock to the center of her pussy. He looked down at her. She had such a helpless, brave, scared look on her pretty young face. Nevertheless, she lay there, the brown hair spilling over her wide, sexy eyes as she stared down at the long fuck-muscle between his legs: the one she had kissed and sucked just minutes before. Now it was going to penetrate her tight cunt. She did not know what to do with her hands. They finally came down to spread her pussy lips apart for him. He stared down into her luscious pink cavern, which was opening and closing, welcoming his cock-head.
The room fell silent. His face flushed and it seemed as if time stood still. He looked down at his prick and saw the head burrow into the tight squeeze of her twat. It slicked into the watery folds and penetrated about an inch. She gave out with a cry that jarred his insides and he lunged forward. Her virginity was over. For a moment she just lay there breathing and bearing the biting pain.
He caressed her breasts. She closed her eyes, found her courage and rolled her hips. Her daddy's cock was right in her small pussy and she could barely stand for him to fuck it in and out. She strained to hold still while more of it came up further into her hole. With each thrust, she wondered when it would end. How far up in her cunt did he intend to come? She felt her pussy expand and stretch, tight as a balloon, ready to pop if he so much as dared to lay his weight on top of her. Then she felt something wonderful and strange happening within her cuntal area. It was as if something flowed out of her. Now her pussy was slippery and wet enough for him to move up and down inside her. It felt good all of a sudden. It felt even better when she pushed toward his cock's forward strokes. The more he fucked into her, the hotter her sensations became. Then she felt another strange reaction starting in her cunt. She must be coming, she thought. She looked up at her dad with questioning eyes. He smiled through the pained expression on his face, and she knew then that she had had her very first orgasm.
She closed her eyes and tried to hang on to the moment. To savor it to see if she felt any different now than before she had been fucked. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was as if her dad had fucked life into her hollow soul-the fucking had bridged the gap between auto-sexual bliss and carnal explosion. It was wonderful!
"Oh Daddy!"
"My baby...."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's wonderful, really far out."
"Ooohhh, baby ... my sweet baby."
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy!"
"You're so beautiful ... so very, very beautiful."
"Stick your cock all the way into me. Let me feel all of you! I love you, Daddy. I want you deep inside me ... now we are as one and it's like poetry. You created me and I belong to you."
Her words drove him to a cunt-fucking frenzy he had not known since. Perhaps it was the hottest fuck of all fucks he would ever have on this planet. Perhaps in the next life there would be such a moment when pussy was the best ever for him.
He lowered himself down onto her tits and held her tight. He reached underneath her and squeezed her ass-cheeks. At last he had the chance to feel them and enjoy them as he liked. They were like quicksilver in his hands, not that they were big, but they were so delicate. His big dick fucking in and out of her tight wet cunt seemed to make her ass much softer to his touch. He squeezed her right cheek and aimed his prick to that side of her pussy. She haunched her pussy so that he could fuck all the warmth there. It seemed that her cunt got deeper as the sensation got better. It flashed in his mind that it was impossible that his massive hard-thrusting cock could enter her three inch pussy. Sweet females were so incredible, and that more than anything made them beautiful to make love to. They were so giving and trusting. Opening up a vital hole like the cunt to let the hard dick shoot its spunk at will was indeed a form of higher love.
He grasped her asscheeks hard and made a slight adjustment. Now his penis was fucking and poking at the other side of her cunt-tunnel. His was an adventurous cock that was probing for the essence of what this virgin had to offer in the way of feminine contribution. He wanted to see how funky and sensitive she could be. To see how wild his big dick could drive her. Would dicks eventually make her scream and tear out her hair? Would a hard-fucking dick be the safety valve that would prevent her from becoming a frigid cunt?
As he fucked her, he knew that she was one of the rare breed of female who absolutely loved to be fucked for the sheer goodness of it. She would have no hang-ups sexually. Not the way that her young pussy read his dick, knowing where to turn and where to give it, even just a slight second before he thought it. Her cunt was always one jump ahead of his hardest thrust. Her cunt knew when to pucker to draw out enough come to keep it lubricated. It was a trick that must have been a natural biological function.
When she felt his dick pulsating and about to discharge, she kissed his neck and whispered Daddy in his ear. He froze and she would fuck solo, riding and sliding up and down his cockshaft, happy that he had given her this opportunity to play big girl during intermission.
She threw her legs up around his back and banged her cunt hard on his dick. She tried to copy his fucking movements. She did it so well that he had to hang on, doing his damnedest not to shoot off in her hot cunt-but he was losing the battle. He wanted to scream out for her to stop. But he could not deny her this moment of wild madness; she was exposing her inner self now, driven by the gut-tearing sensation that demanded a full female. Demanding that the dick hold still while she got hers off. Daring him to move while kissing and teasing his ears. It was like the black widow spider who, having trapped her stud, was asking how much of a man he was. Could he withstand her cunt if she really let go and made it extra hot for him? If she got down and wiggled and funky-fanned his cock? If she relaxed and let the heat from all over her body pour down over his shaft, while she moved just slightly, making her pussy roll and tease and suck out his come. Would his come be as hot as hers when they emerged?
He felt her have another orgasm. She froze and clung to his neck. Then he began lo fuck again. His dick was heavy with the impending load of jism, but he was afraid to dick her too deeply, knowing he would not be able to fuck the heat of her cunt and not blow his stack. He fucked her in varying degrees ... inch by inch, he tried to sneak up to the cervix without going off. He was hoping against hope that she would be too exhausted to enhance his mounting passion. He wanted his dick deep against her cervix when he discharged. It felt so much better when he had burrowed as deep as he could. He held his breath, trying not to let her know how hard he was struggling. But she seemed to sense that he was in torment. Lovingly, she kissed his ear and fanned her pussy in several rapid-fire movements.
He fell over backward and snatched his cock out of her pussy. His sperm shot high in the air and spattered over his thighs. She fell back against the headboard-her eyes asking if she had done something wrong....