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She bent down to pick up the books from where the dog had
dropped them. "Brute! Darling, whatever's come
over you?" Instinctively, she drew the thin cotton coverlet up over her
vulnerable breasts. Rumor was that he had bedded almost the
entire female half of the junior class with the masterful domination of
his sexual technique, and that his penis was of appreciable size and
quality. Brute's certainly had always seemed normal --
although, obviously, when he was aroused, it became anything but that.
"No, no Guy, not now. baby fucking wet blonde But at the same time I'm a very unhappy girl.
She ran her fingers down into her tremulous young pussy in another
futile attempt to dispel the terrible ache there. She had been just
fourteen then and obsessed with curiosity about sex, despite her
puritan upbringing.
But, on the other hand, what other choice was there? What other choice
did she want!?
Disconsolate, it seemed as if very few choices were open to her at her
tender age.
Giving up all thought of resisting, June's hands came up to grasp his
head. baby fucking wet blonde Why can't he love me as I love him, Brute? Is it so
terribly wrong? Why can't daddy see how I love him and love me, too?"
Brute made a little sound of understanding and rested his head on his
legs looking at her all the while. He had to end it before he went insane. Then
he didn't say anything else for a long time. The
muscles of her buttocks hollowed and contracted, struggling to draw
every last drop of joy from this excruciating feeling that was flaming
like a brush fire the entire length and depth of her hotly exposed
cunt. Wouldn't he ever grow up?
"Walk you home?" he said. baby fucking wet blonde It
was a beautiful day in Wilmette, with the spring sunshine in full array
after several days of rain. She had glimpsed her father's penis several times while growing
up, and she remembered it very distinctly as something huge, masterful
and fearsome. Why was she
cursed so? Why did human beings have such complex minds and emotions
that such small distractions could interfere with their most basic --
and base -- desires?
The unhappy redhead sighed and groaned. He was always doing that, June thought with
impatience. How can I get him to stop?
But at the same time that her mind realized this was wrong, the
wellspring of adolescent desire that had been boiling so long, awaiting
an outlet from the fiery cave of her loins, became like molten lava
being spewed from a sharp volcanic fissure up from the depths of the
earth. baby fucking wet blonde This was not like anything else in the world known as pleasure;
there could not possibly be anything else even roughly similar to it!
The crooning blonde drowned headlong in a sea of sensuality, tossed and
turned by waves that were so high their whitecaps could not even be
seen or guessed at. How silly of her.
Brute perked up, looking at her keenly.
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