he gasped. Both -- cum -- in me -- I choked out between spasms. That did it for Ike, too. Both of them began pumping in short little strokes, violent strokes, pounding their swelling, twitching dicks into me as far as they'd go, which seemed pretty damn far. Then Vern -- and then Ike -- hunched against me. I could feel two sets of balls against my thighs, two pubic mats against me, and then, two cocks jerking and throbbing and flooding me. I felt Vern's juices flooding my bowels and I felt Ike's cock swelling in my cunt and knew he was spurting in there and all the orgasms and horniness rolled up inside me and let go at once. I locked up, frozen, between and around them and came harder and harder and harder, a single orgasm that just kept getting more intense. With my cum-drenched little body sandwiched between the two big sixteen- year-olds, I just kept cumming until, finally, everything was one big orgasm and I knew nothing but orgasm and then I knew nothing, 'cause I finally passed out -- cold. When I came to, I was a sandwich again, but no one was inside me and I felt firm, lush breasts against my back. Reenie whispered, Are you okay, sweety? I nodded against Ike's shoulder. I couldn't do father daughter incest pictures much more than that at the moment. Vern put one of the sheets over us, against the cooling night air. Father daughter fuck my pussy still throbbed, but my butt was numb. Some of us have tried doing that, she said.
| Ellen liked it a lot. But I've never seen anyone cum like that, not that way. She shivered. Her nipples were stiff against my bare back. I wriggled against her. She had one hand on my belly. Ike kissed my ear. I felt utterly content for the first time. | Thoroughly fucked, thoroughly sated and now, loved and hugged and valued and caressed and cuddled. Ike and Reenie and father daughter fuck Vern and Ellen helped me get myself cleaned up and put together. We sat around and rested. Reenie and Ellen got me back to the house around midnight. Everyone else in the house was asleep, which was fine by me. That was the first time I'd pulled a train and it was the last for quite a while. During the rest of the two weeks, I got into some more group scenes, once with Helene and Reenie -- as nice as it was, I missed cocks -- and once with Ike and Reenie, at Reenie's house when the rest of her family was on a shopping expedition on the mainland. |
That was really nice. I think my favorite thing was laying on top of Reenie, licking her sweet, luxurious cunt father daughter incest pics while she sucked and nibbled my almost-hairless little slit -- and Ike sawed his hard dong slowly in and out. I came constantly, but it was wonderfully gentle waves of ecstasy and left me revived rather than enervated. Give me a couple -- male and female -- any time. Bobby and I got it on alone once, and after I'd sucked him off twice, I asked if he ever wanted to just plain ol' fuck. He said, Sure, but he wasn't sure about my being able to take his thick dick. Well, with patience and perseverance, I did, he did and it was fine -- but I was sore for two days, inside and out. When we got on the ferry back to Port Clinton, Mom and Dad said they were glad I'd made some friends so I wasn't bored. Even then I recognized the pun. Alexis cried and Jeanne was silent and the boys were cranky and I was just, well, contented. The father daughter incest comics islanders and I wrote occasionally, but island kids tend to leave as soon as they can there's little future there. In later years I encountered a few of them. Ellen became a Moonie after Vern was killed in 'Nam and Reenie had joined a commune somewhere in Vermont. Ike was killed by a drunk driver on the Ohio Turnpike, near Elyria.
Most of the others vanished from my life, but left me with an absolutely lovely set of memories. I did get another shot at Roger that summer and tried to buttfuck him -- it was near his birthday -- but he stopped before half his fat prickhead was in me. I want to get in your butt, baby, father daughter incest comics he said, but not when it'll put hurtin' on you. We found father daughter sex some enjoyable alternatives. That was over Labor Day Weekend. Then my eighth and last year in the prison school started. That was the year Ed Sautter started the photography club at the high school and I became a star. CHAPTER SEVEN Kids from Rossford Junior High -- who were twelve- and thirteen- and father daughter incest comics fourteen-years-old -- had a lot of friends at St. Cornelius, because eighth graders in St. Cornelius were twelve and thirteen years old. Which meant the older girls from junior high sometimes hung out with girls a year or two younger from St. Cornelius, so when juniors from Rossford High wanted to hit on girls from the junior high, they ending up meeting eighth graders from St. Cornelius, too. All of which goes to explain how I met George, who was sixteen and a junior, when I was only twelve. George was a Hunky father daughter fuck -- that's the nickname for Hungarians, of which there were a lot in Rossford -- and got good grades.
He was big and blonde and kind of handsome, in a rough-hewn sort of way. He didn't set out to pick me up, but he ended up with me one early September Saturday when about two dozen kids piled into six or seven cars and headed for a concert at Veteran's Stadium. George wanted to be an engineer like my phantom step-brother liked to read science- fiction like my phantom step-brother played the guitar like my phantom step-brother and said please and thank you like my phantom step-brother He was a lot like my phantom step-brother, if you know what I mean. George was a lineman on the varsity football team and had this really wicked, quiet sense of father daughter fuck humor which was like my phantom step- brother He drove one of the cars to the concert, but had about four beers and didn't think he should drive back. I was impressed. I was even more impressed when I ended up sitting on his lap in the crowded backseat. I'd had a couple of beers, too, and wanted to make out and he kept acting like a gentleman and telling me I was only a kid. right up to the time I pulled down my top and stuck a tit in his face while squirming on the unconcealable hard-on making a hard tent in the crotch of his jeans. Even then he acted like I was a kid, making me cover myself and behave. I made George a target. Within two weeks, I was spending most of a Friday night under the stands at the Rossford High field riding him, with his fat cock rammed up my hungry, wet little father daughter fuck snatch and his hands under my blouse, playing with my nipples. I never father daughter sex met another teenager who could hold off cumming as long as George could. Despite the ribbing he took for robbing the cradle, George and I remained an item for most of the father daughter fuck first semester and past the end of the football season. That was when the photography club became a factor. George was interested in photography, enough so that he'd even set up a little darkroom in his basement.
He talked about the club from time to time. To be honest, it didn't interest me and I didn't pay much attention. Until that Friday night in late March. George had an older brother in the Coast Guard and his family -- which was large -- had gone to Cleveland for the weekend to visit his brother and some relatives. We had the house to ourselves. I'd arranged for Dana Connally to cover for me that I was at her house. It was about eleven at night. George had already drunk about five beers and I'd had a couple, myself. Father daughter incest comics we were touring the house -- with a difference. For one thing, we were naked. For another, I had my legs around his waist and his nice fat prick buried in me. George was so big -- he was about six-foot-two and two hundred pounds and lifted weights -- he was just carrying me around the house. This is father daughter fuck the kitchen! And he'd rest my bare butt on the countertop and fuck in and out of me till I'd cum once or twice and then And this is the dining room! And he'd repeat the procedure on the dining-room table. Of course, I contributed But isn't the dining room where you're supposed to eat? At which point he'd pull out of me, munch on my cunt -- I had just a hint of hair there -- and then plough my furrow again and we'd continue the tour. This is the living room! On father daughter sex the stereo and television cabinets. This is bathroom!
On the vanity. Et cetera. He finally came father daughter incest porn in me in the basement, in the darkroom. For a guy who could last so long, he didn't shoot very much stuff. Not that I minded. What was important was father daughter sex the look on his face after we caught our breath He was frowning. Why are you frowning father daughter incest pictures? He shrugged. I still don't know what I'm going to do for the show, he said. Ed Sautter had scheduled a school-year's-end show father daughter fuck of the photography club's work. I stretched my arms over my head -- I was laying on the countertop where George usually cropped his photographs -- and said, Well, how about a nude study? He laughed with father daughter sex me, but then he stopped and stared at me. Y'know, maybe -- I held my hands up, palms toward him. Forget it. He shook his head. No face just nude torso in black and white. I'll let you proof the negatives.
I sat up on the counter. Are you serious? George nodded. Ed -- Ed Sautter was a member of that new and informal generation of teachers father daughter sex. He'd been hired to teach English Lit for his kids in the Lense Club, his first name was available. -- Ed says if someone comes up with a really good nude study, he'll fight to get it in the show. Well, to make a long story short, I agreed. What the hell, huh? None of the negatives had my face in them, so who would know? We shot them with a flash that night and by daylight the next morning. The best ones were with me on the coffee table in the living room father daughter incest galleries. They were tight focus from just the hint of my pubis to my shoulders, with the angle of the morning light highlighting the flat plane of my stomach, the clear definition of my ribcage and below, just the hint of swelling for my hips. My breasts were firm and rounded and my nipples were hard -- George said professionals use father daughter sex ice cubes, but we used something else to get them hard and keep them that way. It was a stunning series of relief shots. Some of them were lovely I still have them. The best were so good that they weren't even erotic they were just beautiful -- a healthy, firm-bodied young woman blossoming into womanhood in black and white against the rich grain of the oak coffee table's surface. I still look at them and don't see myself or sex. They were really quite good. Sautter was true to his word he exhibited the best ones and almost got himself fired. The problem came when someone noted that the edge of a National Geographic -- not the date, but part of the logo -- was visible, on the coffee table, measured it against the nude torso, did some fast math to get the measurements of said my torso, noted the lack of abundant pubic hair.
| and figured out who the model was. The word got around in certain circles very quickly. There was a lot of Talk. Then Sautter had his confrontation with the Powers That Be and finally compromised, agreeing to exhibit the nudes in the faculty lounge, to protect the young people of Rossford and the Model. Funny, but I didn't think I needed protecting. Hell, I'd done the pictures, hadn't I father daughter incest porn? Well, the whole thing began to outgrow itself and pretty soon, George was getting a lot of pressure to reveal the name of the woman in the pictures. George refused. | George dug in his heels and got stubborn, something at which he excelled. For a while, it looked like the whole thing was just going to blow over, because everyone got wrapped up in the fight about the bond issue for the levees out in Point Place -- Please, don't ask. -- and everything seemed fine until George called me one afternoon when I had the house pretty much to myself and informed me that the negatives had disappeared. All of them -- including the outtakes, which were not solo shots of a lovely torso those were pure smut, taken off a tripod and timer and giving an excellent view of me, from the rear, riding George's fat prick. One in particular, taken while I was cumming, had real good definition of the way my pussy was stretched round his dick, with all but an inch or so of his wide dong buried inside me. Some of the others in that set included my face -- in one shot, with my mouth full, if you know what I mean. George figured it had happened that afternoon, while he was jogging. The night before, he'd developed some shots he'd taken out at the old Municipal Airport. |
When he'd gotten home, the padlock on his darkroom door had been cut -- probably a bolt-cutter, he figured -- and the negatives and prints from our session, and only from our session, were missing. I went over to see him and we put our heads together and tried to reason it out.
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