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Rate Content:  vs  1Document Name: The Diary Of A Teen Aged Whore How My Mom's Boyfriend Fucked Me "The First Time" Ch 7 Document Description: A True Story By: The Sex Goddess Wendy TightTush Aka PUSSYPATTER ©15 September 2007 © 22 November 2008 This Is The Story Of How My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me “The First Time” A True Story BY: PUSSYPATTER Aka Wendy TightTush © 21 June 2007 All rights reserved © 24 November 2008 All Rights Reserved “XXX Warning! XXX Sex! XXX Warning!” OK, this is your “Triple X Sex, Picture, Language Warning.” If you’re under thirty years old you just might need your parents OK before you go reading this post or looking at it if it’s a picture. “Seriously!” So If your not adult enough to be reading, or looking at this kind of stuff go away now! If you don’t go away now…, then don’t bother coming back here griping at me or go bitching to anyone else if you look or read past here *pointing down*; (((( X)))) and your virgin eyeballs get blistered from staring at whatever kind of picture I have posted or if you get offended by what you’re reading either Boo. Chapter Seven Heck, I know that the sensual smile on my face and way that my eyes had really gotten a heck of a lot bigger, when I had looked down, and seen that rigid fuck-stick of his sticking up, the way that it had been, had sure given him a clue as to just how sexually receptive my naïve young ass was gonna to be to any sexual advances that he might be about to make. Then too, I think the way that my lips had parted, ever so slightly, when my mouth had opened slightly just as fast as my eyes had locked onto that great big beautiful cock of his that was sticking up out of his pants, and gotten as big as saucers, as I looked back up into his eyes… licking my lips hungrily, and arching my eyebrows sensually as I did… the way that I’d just done… just might have given him all of the information that he needed to know that I was gonna be very amicable to any sexual advances that he might be about to make towards me. Hell, I was so fucking hott right then that I was just about to fricking scream “oh god yes”, as I sat there with my eyes darting back, and forth from his cock to his eyes, lustfully, and just blurt out, “just fuck me.” Mr. Smith must have been able to sense my sexual excitement because just as I had opened my mouth to speak, he had placed his index finger on his lips, and had whispered, “Shush little girl” to silence me before I could say a word, adding “Ralph’s gonna be giving ya what you’re craving for Wendy.” I don’t know why, but that had surprised my horny little ass a little… him whispering that to me I mean, and I was sitting there wondering “how’s he know what I’m craving?” In all actuality I had just been having a big “Duh!” blond bimbo or something. But what-the-fuck, I was so fricking hot for some cock right then that I could have backed up, and screwed a god dammed doorknob right then, and gotten a sexual thrill from it. Besides that, I really didn’t care about ‘how’ he had known that, just knowing that he had known how hott I was right then had been enough to make me want to jump his bones right there. Shit, even though Mr. Smith was like maybe at least three times my age, and the fact that I'd known him for as long as I could remember, wasn’t bothering me in the least right then either. God was I ever hott for a fuck right then. All of a sudden I found myself unable to resist fantasizing about the fucking that I instinctively seemed to know was surely going to be coming to me if I didn’t get my tight little ass up and leave right then…. But as horny as I was right then, there was no way in hell that I was gonna just be leaving, and I had opted to stay right where I was thinking, “whatever happens…,” “just happens” because I was in severe need of some cock right then, and I was ready to take a good hard fucking right there in the hallway, if need be, to get what I wanted. Shit, the little slut in me hadn’t wasted any time jumping to the forefront, shoving my mundane nature behind her as she did and quickly taking charge of my body either, and she was really starting to shine too. I mean she had my horny young ass just sitting there on the hallway floor, leaning back slightly against the wall and smiling at Mr. Smith, childishly, while biting seductively on the left corner of my lower lip at the same time. Then she had really started to act up. I mean she had me arching my eyebrows, seductively, as I had slowly moved both of my feet out to the sides, just a little, until they were like maybe eighteen inches apart. At the same time I had slowly allowed my knees to slip part, spreading my legs just wide enough so that he could get a little better look at what she knew he was so hotly lusting for. As luck would have it I hadn’t been wearing any panties right then either and my cunt lips were all nice-n-puffy. Shit… those suckers were pooching out almost an inch…, and my twat was looking kind of like a slightly open clam shell. They were also glistening with the moisture of my own natural secretions that were beginning to ooze, rather freely now, from my deep within my honey pot, in expectation of the immense sexual pleasures, that for some reason, I just instinctively seemed to know were soon to come my way. Maybe it was because of the sensual sight of Mr. Smith’s rigid cock, which looked like it was about as hard as a steel bar. It was bouncing up and down, and twitching so fricking hard that is would actually slap up against his belly every now and then…I mean that could have given me just a teeny little clue that he wanted to do me…, sexually, right? Nevertheless, it had really seemed to me as though I didn’t have any control over my body, or what I was doing right then, because I had just instinctively raised both of my arms, ever so slowly, as I reached back behind my neck and undid the bow of the straps to my babydoll nighty , then I had just let the straps drop. I had seen Mr. Smith’s eyes get rather wide when I had done that and he had looked down at my thirty six inch, double C melons, and had really started staring at those suckers through the sheer black material, knowing that it wasn’t going to be very long before I was going to be baring them, in all of their glory, for his viewing pleasure as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Then Mr. Smith had stood up rather quickly, and was quickly undoing his trousers as he did. Then as he had kicked his shoes off he was pulling his pants down off of his haunches, letting them drop to the floor as he did, then stepped out of them and kind of kicked them over against the wall. That was when my eyes had really gotten wide and I couldn’t help but whispering, “Holy Mother-Fucking Shit!” Fuck! I had almost fainted from the shear sexual delight of seeing this mans steely hardness bouncing up-n-down the way that it was right then, and right there in front of my face too, just a couple of feet away once he had stood up and dropped his pants. To Be Continued… ****** OK, That's it for this chapter. Let me know what you think Boo. ♥ Wendy Author: Wendy Tighttush - Contact Author Publisher: Wendy Tighttush Licensee Name: Wendy Tighttush Reference URL: http://pussypatter.mindsay.com/the_diary_of_a_teen_aged_whore_how_my_moms_boyfriend_fucked_me_the_first_time_ch.mws Copyright: All Rights Reserved Registration Date: 11/25/2008 6:03:01 AM UTC Views: 2120 |
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