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  • Bob the preacher was older and very judgemental and began molesting me shortly after he married my mom. I'm only 5 ft. 6 inches tall with a slim build and feminine features so I think that's what attracted him to me. He encouraged me to grow my hair long and wear it in a ponytail and paid me to help him around the church. I was in the throes of puberty and everything made me horny and I think he used that against me. He would tell me personal things about my mom and their sex life...like, "she's got a good body, or big Teen perky boobs and he even told me she had a very horny hairy pussy". He also told me that she was very prudish and didn't even like sex. He would show me masturbation sex magazines, both straight and gay and make comments like, "my cock's bigger than that one" or "my cock cums way more than that guys". After a while, I was curious about his cock and wanted to see it and have some real sex even if it was with another guy. One Saturday morning after looking at porn in his church office, he started pussy rubbing his cock through his pants and I couldn't look away. He said "why don't you rub it for me" and I immediately put my hand on it and felt it throb. He said "go lock the door" and I was more than willing to take this further. When I came back, I noticed that he was still sitting in his desk chair but his pants and underwear were around his ankles and his big hard cock was sticking straight up with the leaking head almost touching his big belly. He told me to kneel down between his legs so I could see better and then instructed me to stroke it like I would my own. I was fascinated by how different his body was from mine, he was a big husky man with a big belly and thick red hair everywhere and especially thick around his big balls and cock. His huge cock was very hard and circumcised with a long mushroom shaped head. His cock got fatter and fatter as it got closer to his belly and when I pulled it toward me, it was like pulling a tree limb and when I let go, it snapped back against his belly. It was hot to the touch and felt very heavy Squirting and was slowly emitting small globs of thick, clear, sticky liquid onto my thumb and wrist. Bob said "I think your ready for a taste of another mans cum, go ahead and lick all of that away". I knew it was wrong, preacher Bob had said that gay people were sinners but I figured he wanted me to do it so it must be ok. As I licked the salty, odd tasting nector, preacher Bob said as if he'd read my mind "what your doing isn't gay, it's just a son helping his dad and sons do that for their old dads so now I want you to put your mouth on it and suck and lick as you move your pretty little mouth up and down the length of it". I did as I was told and within minutes, Bob's big cock started jerking in my mouth causing me to have to swallow his thick, hot cum, over and over until he ran out. I loved everything about it, sucking, rubbing his big balls, his cock jerking in my mouth and the wonderful taste and texture of his thick, hot cum. He told me not to tell anybody and we'd do it again. He said my mom wouldn't do that for him and I was more than happy to. He was a very horny man and I sucked him three or four times a week until the last time when he grabbed his chest as his big cock pumped out a double sized load and then he died of a heart attack. I couldn't get his pants up so I told the police that I found him like that. He checked his watch, it was 9:29. The noise of the crowd is building back towards horny the feeding frenzy. She smiled at me and touched my face. I was the only girl out with five guys. Much of the masturbation rest of the squad also had the goods on Bella now and probably had just as much power to blackmail her as he did. His eyes locked on my tits, I shuddered from the intensity of his stare. I move my tongue up and down alongside the shaft and occasionally you squirm and move around to better suit your position to what I am doing. I pulled my shirt off and then pulled her shorts off. Angela was face down on the bed. But he knew what to do. "Ow, God! � It missed me by Teen Squirting inches. pussy I hugged walls and stepped lightly as I moved as consciously as possible. She groans.
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