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Goodbye to my Hymen, Hello CockI closed my eyes as tightly as I could, lying there, on the cold leather couch, nude from the waist down, I felt violated, as his cold fingertips touched my warm thigh, and ever so slowly made their barely touching way until they stopped on my reason for being there, in this situation.I heard him say to my mother, who sat on the other side of the curtain, ‘Puppy Fat’, and as he said it, he was parting my labia and touching my clitoris, pressing it down into its small sheath, which his fingernail had sc****d back, causing initially pain, then a warming deep pleasure, as I started involuntarily started ‘Wetting’, and as my vagina swelled and my secretions flowed freely, his fingers entered me with surprising ease, as he talked to my unsuspecting mother, he pushed deep inside me, rubbing my pubis with large circles, from behind my hairless mound, and sending my body into a sexual rapture, as my thighs and buttocks quivered and shook, dancing on his leather couch.I looked at him as his fingers toyed and masturbated me, holding Ankara escort my breath for fear of discovery and sending me into a mild euphoric asphyxiation, he must have been surprised as I held his fingers firmly, restricting his movement during my orgasm, something he kissed me for, fully on my mouth, as my mother sat quietly, unaware that he was undoing his trousers, and taking his erect cock out of his pants.I was f******n and at an awkward age, having just started taking my periods, and having noticed then heard remarks, of my ‘Camel Toe’, regardless of what I wore, my vaginal outline was most prominent, especially on the week before I approached my menstruation cycle, and my labia swelled, advertising my readiness, at such a young age.’You must go and see Doctor’, mother remarked, her ignorance in such matters was as enlightened as her trust in the old man she referred to as Doctor, a man who had an unspoken dalliance for young women, who often stripped them nude to have their internal temperatures taken, Ankara escort bayan both anal and vaginal, and all for a headache.’Puppy Fat’, he murmured, as his eyes followed his fingers as he gently touched the swollen tissue, tracing the outline before easing between my moist labia. I drew my knees upward and outward, laying there naked and spread-eagled like a frog ready to be dissected, only the doctors old cock was his knife, and I could feel the involuntary and willing action of my ass lifting off the leather couch, to receive his cut, as his mons glans, glided through my labia and met with the smallest of fleshy ridges, just barely high enough to deflect his motion into my cunt.I gasped, as he simultaneously bruised my cervix and slapped my ass with his ball sack. My eyes bulged as he started humping me, slowly drawing my inner cunt out as I clung to him in an effort to stop him leaving me.He had a smile on his lips as he moved freely in and out, I was his for the pleasure and I surrendered as his eyes Escort Ankara closed, seeing him concentrate as he built up then released everything through his cock and deposited his seed atop my pink cervix, which dipped and drank as passionately, as he deposited, drawing the seed into my virgin tubes, the deepest any man can venture inside a girls body.Our orgasms were the merest of milliseconds apart, his enticing my own, this reward of the Gods for the man and the girl, where age, looks, or age, mean nothing, my slim ankles crossed behind his back and acting like pistons, digging into his fleshy buttocks, and driving him back inside deeply, whenever his cock journeyed in an outward motion.Mother sat quietly listening to our motions, saying nothing, she understood what was happening, daughters and mothers understand men and their constant need of fresh young pussy, perhaps that’s why she brought me to this female service station of a leather couch, with the hymens of young girls hanging on display, ‘Clink’, there goes mine, happily surrendered, gone for ever, as my lips part and take in the cock I shall never forget, ‘Just finishing’, the Doctor said, as I sucked and washed this phallus with my saliva, feeling the tip of my tongue trace his outline as it polished the old man’s head, and encouraged that last drop of semen, to flow down my throat.

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