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Mommy's Needs

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Mommy's Needs by jubjub44

I had always been proud of john. He was always helping out in any way he could, and after his father died, he really stepped up to the plate by getting a job to help pay what bills he could and doing a lot of work around the house that’d usually be reserved for a man. He was more like a man than he realized though, at least in terms of maturity. He had maintained his grades, which were superb to begin with, and had earned a scholarship to the local state university.

My job as a personal trainer kept me around enough to take care of a lot of things around the house, as I could have clients come over and train in the basement once occupied by my late husband.

He had passed away when John was only 3, and in doing so, left the majority of work in raising john to me. I dated for a year or two after his passing however I quickly found out that the pool of men to draw from wasn’t quite what it’d used to be. I guess I had gotten lucky…

I was just now starting to get back into the dating scene however, and had upped my training so-to-speak in an effort to impress the men I might later be spending a lot of my time with. The reeling in used to be the hard part, now I needed to work on my bait.

It didn’t take to long to get in to “fighting shape” I had always ran, and I still do to this day, although not competitively like I did up through college. I always had a pretty good metabolism, so I reality, I only needed to shed about ten or fifteen pounds. Although a little bit of my mother in me was making me feel like it should’ve been twenty-five or thirty.

I wholeheartedly knew this wasn’t the case though, as I was definitely what men would consider curvaceous. I was 43 now, and needed the help of color in box to maintain the same tantalizing brunette locks I had in my younger years, but I still felt my body was great, without the help of any silicone or liposuction machines. My butt was still firm, I guess my Hispanic heritage helped a slight bit, my mother was from Spain, and I’m thinking she was to thank for what often got cat calls and whistles after a workout whilst walking home or to the bus stop in some form-fitting sweats. This was especially the case when I was training a client over in the rough part of town.

I knew I had a great pair. You learn pretty quickly when you’re 15 and walking though a crowded mall with your friends and teenage boys and married men alike are starring at your tits. They were full and firm 34C’s, at least that’s the size bra I wore. My Curvy figure made it a bit harder to find the right fit, as my hourglass figure is not the same one shared by all bra consumers. Plus, the little extra tightness pushed them up ever so slightly, increasing my already fantastic cleavage and aiding me just a bit more in securing one more free drink after a hard nights work.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our little story gets interesting.

After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now were both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this.

I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style, which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays, while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqu?tories of conquest. Evidently, Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele, and had taken to seducing them. She noted how, “It only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.”

God hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years, since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking of would-be CEO’s or even a spoiled son of one made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent up passion deep in parched throat, or in my now moist, and warm pussy.

I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. I had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort/ sure, I read my romance novels and watched some porn, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.

I sat and listened for a few more hours before she graciously dropped me back off at my place, on the car ride home, I noticed some my juices. Not only could I detect the sweet aroma floating from my inner thighs, but as I happened to look down, I noticed that 2 beads of my sweet pussy juice were running down my thigh, having escaped the confines of my g-string. I tried to make it unnoticeable, and I think I did a good job of it.

As I silently (Hell, that’s what it seemed like to me) walked into my house, I just wanted to make sure everything was in order before I went upstairs and plunged a vibrator in my cunt. You know, simple things, like turning off all the lights, looking all the doors, and generally just making sure the place wasn’t a total mess.

You’d think this’d be fairly easy with a son who’s so responsible, but he spent nearly all of time at work or school, and it was only on the weekends that he was around a lot, and event hen, he spent most of his time outside, working in the yard.

I tidied everything up and locked what needed to be, then I headed to john’s room to make sure he was actually home (Hey, you never know with a college-bound 28 year-old) and tuck him into bed.

It was no surprise to see him there, sleeping, he was generally a great kid, so I went to just go and tuck him in. As I took a step or two towards his bed, he rustled. He rolled a bit from having been on his side, and in doing so had pulled the covers nearly off of himself.

I continued by walk towards the bed, and couldn’t help but feel my pussy yelling at me to hurry it up. I kissed John on the forehead, as was my tradition since as long as I could possibly remember, and then placed a hand on his comforter to pull it up all the way over him. As I did, I noticed a faint outline against his inner thigh. “There’s no fucking way” I thought. “I can’t check out my own son’s cock for Godsakes! That’s just wrong”

On the other hand, He was sort of my creation. I figured out it wouldn’t harm to observe what my handiwork had created. And it least it’d give me something nice to think about before I toyed myself into ecstasy in no sooner than five minutes.

I decided to take the plunge: I pulled the comforter back thinking he’d have the same inclination to sleep in the buff that his father used to. I was right. I peered down, and say it resting there. He was big flaccid; a good deal bigger than his father at that. I just stared at it almost hypnotized by his member. It’d been so long since I’d had one inside me, seeing this fresh one, just made me salivate. My pussy started to heat up again, and after a full minute of starring at his thick piece of meat, I felt another bead of pussy juice flow down to me knee. My cunt was soaked. It was telling me what I needed to have. I cautiously put one hand on his cock, and gently stroked him, as not to wake him up. My god was he huge. As I started to work his shaft, he grew to what had to be nearly nine inches long, and almost six or so inches thick. I hadn’t ever even seen one this big in real life before. Yet it’d been living with me all these years. It was literally the monster down the hall.

I took my free hand and quickly unzipped my skintight jeans. I swallowed my middle and ring ringers and plunged them down the inside my cunt. I finger-fucked and jerked simultaneously for a good minute, and then worked solely on my clit for the next two.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing: Not only pleasuring my self in front of my own son, but doing it because of him, and then touching him on top of that. After the minutes of excitement and taboo, I leered down once again. I need some dick. I need some now. I quickly threw myself onto my knees like was the practice when I was 18, and pulled him a bit closer to me. Up to this point, everything had been real soft and gentle, as to not wake him up; however now, I had a mission at hand.

I licked the tip of his cock and then inhaled one his balls, sucked it and releasing with a nice “Pop!” This must’ve startled him, as his body stirred. He took a glance down, and was shocked.

“Mom! What the FUCK are you doing? What is going on?”

He was confused, and I loved every second of it.

“Mommy’s just getting what she needs. K, Hun?”

“I don’t understand, I don’t…” he muttered then trailed off

“You don’t need to baby. I have this under control” I forcefully replied. With that, I inhaled his huge member, His warm precum dotting my tonsils. I sucked till he was absolutely rigid. A style that was representative of someone starved for cock. I had been in the desert for years, and this was a big fucking steak and a gallon of water. I then looked him in the eyes with nearly half of his throbbing cock in my mouth, and muttered, “So whaddaya think hun?” (I’m sure we all know it didn’t sound like that) It must not have, but the muffled sound that did escape sent him over the edge. His toes curled tight against the soles of his feet, and I unsheathed his dick from my throat to say: “Oooh, I bet you’d like to be rough with Mommy?” I then slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let my tits out; surely exposing my son to the nicest pair he’d ever seen.

Again, he looked confused I helped us get situated and now had us oriented in a 69. I told him I wanted him to know my pussy while he could fuck my throat. And again he just looked a bit struck.

“Honey” I said, “Mommy’s only gonna say this once, you better start eating my fucking pussy out right now, or else…” That seemed to do it for him. On cue he thrust his don deep into my cunt and started swirling. He then gently chewed on my puffy lips before making a fucking gourmet meal out of clit. God could he work that shit. I had no idea. My back was arched so much, I though I might break in two.

I then knew it was time to return the favor. In one fluid motion I whipped my long brown hair back, thus getting it out of the way and forced myself all the down on his meaty cock. My eyes were watering. You don’t know how big nine inches really is until it’s in your throat I guess. My mouth was as wide as it possibly could’ve been, and my nose was buried in his sweet nutsack. I hadn’t smelt one in years. The pure smell of sex made my want his member even more and I started forcefully thrashing my head up and down his shaft. MY own son was facefucking me. I could feel his balls start to tense up, and I said to him, almost a bit too harshly: “Oh not yet you motherfucker. I need this man dick inside me. And I mean NOW! I quickly sat up, spitting out the saliva that had gathered from my throat gagging, and then used it as lube for my own clit, and then my son’s meat stick.

I sat on his face, and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out mommy’s pussy? Yeah, well toss my motherfucking salad! You lick that fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow! FUCK YES!

I knew it was moments away. That full incestuous plunge of penetration. I pulled him up and straddled him, placing my left hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and the right on his dick so I could guide it into my soaking pussy.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I remember thinking. I was filled to the brim. I was riding him hard, harder than I road anyone else before, and he still wasn’t all the way in. I continued like this in pure ecstasy before went to try something new. As I went to position us, he quickly sensed it and grabbed my hands. He put hem behind my back, and then grabbed me, pulling me close.

My tits were smashed up against his chest, and we were as close as humanly possible, he then placed his arms up my back with his hands pressing down firmly on my shoulders. He wanted more. With one fell swoop, he thrust himself deep inside me. I cried out of pleasure and pain. He thrust a few more times, and then relinquished his masculine grip for my experience tutelage

I took my now sweat-drenched body and leaned over on all fours and while looking him in the eyes once more said; “Fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck me hard and rough, and make it deep.” I wanted a deep-dicking, but this took the fucking crown. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, forcing my to have my head turned, to see what had been my baby boy now absolutely wrecking his mommy’s pussy. He continued to plow into my G-spot, his balls slapping against my cunt, and my ass pummeling his abs. I knew I was close. I worked my ass even harder now, pushing harder, and faster. I had never been fucked like this before. I was getting fucked right. As I neared climax, I could feel the juices inside of me. His dick was scraping me clean, and now it began to be too much, for I knew what was to come. I put my hand up against his chest to let him know it was a bit too much, but he refused to lessen his pace. It turned out to be a good, thing, as I eeked out a few more moments of overwhelming joy before withdrawing myself.

Puzzled, he watched as I vigorously rubbed my clit for about ten seconds, before I came gushing to fruition. I made a fucking mess. Dousing him and his bed sheets with my cum. The warm love juice was everywhere, and having cum so hard, I was still shaking. I could hardly walk and in knowing this, I returned to my former position on my knees.

With my mouth now firmly around my sons cock, I had to return the favor. I wanted to make that boy cum so hard he’d never forget it. I throat fucked until the tears returned in my eyes, and slurped and gagged my way until I felt the same tensing-up I’d felt before.

“Cum for mommy. C’mon, give your hot cum. All in my mouth. Mommy’s hungry for cum.” I said. With that, he exploded. The first 2 shots were incredible. They doused the back of my throat, and as quickly as the first two came, there was more. “God, he mustn’t have gotten off in a month,” I thought. He drenched my mouth in his warm semen. He mouth was absolutely filled to the brim with my Son’s huge load. I was his own personal cum dumpster.

I was amazed with how big his load was, and as I went to remark with a “wow” some of his cum oozed out over my pouty bottom lip. I then looked longingly into his eyes, and sent it all down the hatch.

He looked as through he was about to pass out. I got up, my hand on his thick cock, then pressed my self against him, my Tits all over his chest, and then pulled his hair to bring us close. I passionately kissed him in a way I only reserved for one other. Our tongues were the last to separate, and as drifted away, hand still on his dick, I gave him a wink. And said: “Thank you so much baby. This’ll just be our little secret.” I relinquished my grip, and then with one finger wiped the sweat away from my glistening asscrack and cleavage. I have never slept so well.

Monday Blah-No-More

Graveyard Slut 2 by Flesh of the Fallen Angel

I woke up, lying in my bed all alone. I sighed, wishing I had someone to share it with. Then I remembered the thirteen year old gothic slut tied up to the stone cross in my graveyard. I smiled. I’m going to have a lot of fun with her. I throw my sheets and blankets to one side of my bed and get up. I stand naked, looking for my robe. I see it on a chair and grab it. After putting it on, I realize that I need to use the toilet. I think of something better than a toilet.

I stroll through my mansion and then outside. I love living out in the country, no one is ever around. I walk around the back, to the family cemetery. The slut is still tied up, just as I left her. She is covered in the morning dew. I notice that her breasts are purple from being ties up for so long. It’s time to untie those perfect breasts of hers. She seams to be asleep, as her eyes are closed. As I stand right in front of her, I decide how to wake her up. I have the perfect way.

I reach down to her pussy and spread her open. I reach out and pinch her clit. Her eyes open. I twist her clit painfully. She moans through the underwear-gag. I let go of her clit and she stops moaning. I take the end of the electrical tape holding in the underwear and pull it off. I take my underwear and then her panties out of her mouth. I grope her breasts as I tell her “You are a good slut for staying. I am going to have some fun with you today.” To which she replies “You bastard. You tied me up and left me here all night long. I love you.” I laugh at her and start to untie the rope. Once I untie her breasts she tells me “it hurts as the blood flows through them again” as she rubs them to make them feel better.

I throw the rope over my shoulder and pinch her nipple. I pull her along, out into the woods a little. She tells me “I need to use a toilet before we do anything else.” I twist her nipple and reply saying “Didn’t I tell you yesterday that you will only speak when spoken to? For not following the rules, your punishment will be that you don’t get to pee until later.” She opens her mouth to complain but decides otherwise. I say to her “Kneel down now.” And she does. I open my robe and put my semi-hard cock in front of her face, telling her “Open your mouth.” She opens wide and closes her eyes like the good little slut she is. I let loose, pissing all over her face and through her hair. As my pee starts to slow down, I put my cock into her mouth and she swallows the last of it. I grab her breasts and lift her to her feet with them. I take her back towards the mansion, pulling her by her left nipple.

I take her inside and go to my closest storage room. She waits just inside the door, watching me with her beautiful green eyes. I rummage around through boxes of crap before I find what I’m looking for; all my equipment for my dog that died years ago. I take out a collar and a leash. I go over to her smiling. She smiles right back at me as I put the collar around her neck and clip on the leash. I drop the leash and search around in the boxes some more, looking for anything that could be useful. I find a box of pegs and slip one on each nipple and one on her tongue. With further searching, I find a funnel, which I hand to my slut. After taking an empty wine bottle from one of the boxes, I turn to the slut and smile.

I grab her leash and take her out into the hallway. I tell her “Now, slut, it is time for you to pee, since you so desperately need to.” She asks “Where is the toilet?” I laugh at her and say “You’re not going to use a toilet; you are going to pee in this bottle through the funnel. Squat down now.” She crouches and I put the funnel under her pussy. I open the empty wine bottle and put the funnel in the opening of it. I tell her “now you can pee” and she does. Her yellow piss flows out of her pussy and into the funnel. A look of relief shows on her face as she empties the last drop from her pussy. I tell her “Get up.” Which she does. I put the cork in the half-full bottle and grab her leash, taking her with me. I notice that some of her pee went down her leg, along her tight-high leather boots.

I take her with me to my dining room for some breakfast. It’s a large room with a long table lined with chairs. I take her up to the end, where I usually sit and tie her leash to the table. I take a candle off of the table and push it up her ass very quickly. She screams and it makes my cock twitch. I Say to her “Sit down while I get us some breakfast. You must be so hungry after being tied up all night.” She smiles at me and says “Thank you.” I go off to the kitchen.

I come back with two bowls of cereal, one spoon and wine glasses. I set down a bowl in front of the slut and one in front of me. I put a glass in front of her too and full it up with her pee from the wine bottle. I full up my glass with her pee too. I raise my glass and toast “To sex, and all the fun we will have.” She raised her glass and says “To sex.” Then we clink our glasses together and take a sip of her pee. It tastes quite good. She asks “Where is my spoon?” to which I reply “You don’t get one. You don’t use your hands either. You ear from the bowl like a dog.” She smiles at me. She puts her face in the bowl and eats her cereal like a dog. I eat mine as well, except I use a spoon.

Once we finish, I put our bowls to one side and untie her leash from the table. I pull her to me and tell her “Get on the table. Legs spread. I want something else to eat.” She does as I tell her too, smiling at what I said. I see the candle is still in her so I lean her back a little and pull it out. I tell her “Lick this clean” and hand it to her. I lick the droplet of pee that is still on her leg. I look up and see her licking the candle stick. I lick along her thighs. She puts the candle stick in her mouth and sucks on it like a cock. I lick her slit, up and down. She moans into the dirty candle stick. I push my tongue deep into her pussy and move it around. She moans louder, while she is still sucking on the candle stick. My lips press against her pussy lips and I move my tongue around as if I was French kissing her mouth. I move my mouth away and look up at the slut, sucking on the candle stick. I take it from her mouth and put it deep in her pussy. She moans loudly. I pull it almost all the way out and push it in again. I move my tongue to her clit and circle it. I move the candle in and out again, getting faster and faster. Her moans are getting louder and louder. As she starts to orgasm I pull out the candle and press my lips to her pussy lips. She comes hard in my mouth, not all of it going in. She’s almost screaming in pleasure. I lick her pussy as the last of her come flows out. It tastes good. I lick up every last drop before telling her “Get up, time for us to do something a little different.” She hops off the table and stands in front of me. I straiten the red bow in her hair before moving on.

I grab her leash and walk out the door, with her following behind. I take her down the hallway, down the stairs and along a short hallway to a large door. I open the door and walk in, with the sluts leash in hand she follows behind. It’s a large, underground dungeon. Well, not exactly. It was made to look like a medieval dungeon by my granddad who designed the place. Although, it turned into an exercise room more than a dungeon since I moved in. It’s full of gym equipment that I am now going to turn into bondage equipment.

I take her over to a bench and lay her face-down on it. I tie her leash to the bench. I go off and grab some rope. I take off my robe and put it on the ground. When I come back to my slut, I tie her arms and legs to the bench. I tie her body to the bench as well, so that she can’t move much. I take the funnel and put it in her ass. She squirms a little. I take the cork out of the wine bottle and tip her pee into the funnel, making it go in her ass. I pull out the funnel after all her pee drains into her ass and push the skinny end of the wine bottle in. She moans. I push it in further.

I position myself behind her and line up my cock, so that the head goes in her pussy. I push it in hard and she moans. It goes right to the hilt. The wine bottle is in an uncomfortable position so I push it up her ass even further, so it doesn’t get in my way. This makes her moan loudly. I pull my hard cock almost all of the way out and push it all the way in again. She moans again. I do this again, picking up the pace. This makes her moan louder. I thrust harder and faster into the slut and she responds with moaning louder. I slam the bottle in her ass further and listen to her howl. I slam my cock in her hard and slap her ass. She keeps moaning louder and louder. I love it. I thrust harder and harder. My cock starts to throb. She’s moaning loudly. I loose it and empty myself in her. This pushes her over the edge and she comes too.

I rest on top of her as I catch my breath. After I do, I pull my softening cock out of her pussy and move around to her front. I order her “Clean it” as I put my cock in her face. She licks my shaft and then sucks the head into her mouth. She cleans it good with her tongue. I pull it out. I tell her “I’m going to go write a story about this. Please, don’t go anywhere.” With that, I leave my graveyard slut tied to a bench in my basement with a wine bottle wedged in her piss-filled ass. I go off and leave my slut, like I did before. She will still be there when I come back and when I come back, it will be with more toys to play with. Stay tuned.

Sunday Night Pictures and Story

Graveyard Slut Part 1 by Flesh of the Fallen Angel

She is a sweet little gothic girl, who is about to be reduced to a slut. She is short, thirteen years old, very large breasts (especially for a girl her age), has long black hair with a red bow in it, loves to wear black and red, has a cute round face, and she’s just broken into my cemetery again. You see, I own a large mansion that I inherited from granddad when he died. It has a private cemetery out the back of all my relatives are buried in. I’m the last in the blood-line and not married. I never really had many friends in real life and hadn’t made any when I moved here. I spend most of my time on the internet, watching TV or reading a book from the massive library I inherited. I don’t work because I inherited more than enough money live out the rest of my life without ever needing to work again. The only reason I have to leave the house is to shop for food in the nearest town. There is only one other house on this road and it’s closer to the main road but still within walking distance which is how this girl keeps getting to my place. I’ve caught her breaking into my graveyard four times since I moved here a couple of months ago. Each time I’ve dragged her back to her mother’s house and told her what she had done. But, no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t keep her away from my graveyard. So this time I decided to do something else. I decided to give in to the perverted instincts that lurk deep inside me.

She was sitting on a head-stone, with her eyes closed. She was wearing a black and red striped dress with mesh sleeves, a mesh neck line and some mesh flowing out from underneath the fabric. Along with the dress, she is wearing thigh-high black leather boots. I wonder how her mother can let her leave the house dressed like this. I go to one of the storage rooms in the house and grab a coil of rope, a roll of electrical tape, a clean rag and a bottle of chloroform that just “happened” to be lying around. I put the bottle, rag, and knife in my pockets and put the coil of rope over my shoulder. I head towards the door to go outside my house. When I get to the door, I check to see if she is still in the same place as before, which she is. I sneak out and close the door quietly.

I walk towards her and she hears me step on a twig. She looks in my direction. I was towards her. She pleads with her eyes, thinking I’m going to send her back to her mother. I open my mouth but she speaks before I can say anything. She says “Please don’t make me leave again. I’m not hurting anybody; I’m just sitting out here.” She has such a sweet, childish voice. I ask her “Well what do you want me to do? I can’t have you breaking into my property any time you like.” She looks around as she thinks. I tell her “Time’s up.” She quickly says “Wait, wait, wait! I … err … um …” I have my hands behind my back and I take the bottle of chloroform out of my pocket. “I don’t know, just please don’t tell my bitchy mother what I’ve done. Last time she didn’t let me leave the house for a week!” I’ve got the rag out and am dampening it with the chloroform. I tell her “You won’t have to go back to your mother” and grab her head, pushing the rag against her mouth. She struggles and breathes it in. In seconds she is unconscious. I smile to myself.

She falls to the ground but I catch her before she hits. I look around and see an old grave stone that is a large cross, perfect. I drag her unconscious body over to it and lay her on the ground. I unbutton her dress, down to her waste and open it. She is wearing a black lacy bra which I cut off of her. I stare at her perfect breasts. So young, yet so beautiful. I take off her dress, leaving only her white panties and thigh-high black leather boots. I throw the dress to one side and stare at those white panties. I pull them down and off, looking at her precious pink pussy the whole time. So delicate, so ready for what I have planned. I lift her up and lean her against the stone cross. I use the rope to tie a harness around her torso and along her arms, so that she doesn’t fall down or escape. I tighten it around her breasts.

She’s starting to wake, so I grab her panties off the ground. I spread her legs and push them into her ass, twist them around a bit and pull them out. Her eyes are opening. I push her foul-smelling panties into her mouth. I grab the electrical tape and tape them in place, turning them into a make-shift gag. She looks around frantically. I smile at her. She tries to talk but all that comes out in muffles sounds. She tries screaming and the same thing happens. I tell her “The more you resist me, the worse your punishment will be.” She looks at me and makes puppy-dog-eyes. I ask “If you are quiet and only speak when I say you can speak, can I trust you not to scream and shout when I take off the gag?” She nods her head. I pull off the tape and pull out her panties. I tell her “I rubbed those in your ass before I put them in your mouth.” She smiles at me and says “So that’s why they taste so good?” in a seductive tone.

My eyes widen as she tells me this. I drop the panties on the ground. She continues on “You tied me up so well, are you going to sacrifice me? Are you going to sacrifice a virgin?” I stare into her eyes and put my finger on her pussy. It’s wet, she’s enjoying it. I push my finger further into her pussy and find that she was telling the truth, she is a virgin. I ask her “You really liked the taste of your panties after they have been in your ass?” She replies saying “Yes, I love my ass. I play with it more much than I play with my pussy.” I pull my finger out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. A moan escaped her lips as I pulled it out. She cleans it off as if knowing exactly what I want her to do (not that she needed much direction). I pull my finger out of her mouth and ask her “Why have you been trespassing on my graveyard so much?” to which she replies “Because it was the only way to get you to notice me and I love the peacefulness of a graveyard.” I tell her that “If you wish, I can get rid of your virginity.” She smiles, nods her head and says in a childish tone “Yes please” as if she is accepting candy or something.

I kiss her passionately, pushing my tongue into her mouth, exploring it. I can taste the taste that’s left over from her dirty panties being in her mouth. It actually tastes quite good. Our tongues move around each others mouths, as if searching for something. I break the kiss. I bend down and take her dirty panties off of the ground, which now are wet from the grass. I put them back in her mouth and tape them in, so she can’t scream and so that she gets a better taste of her ass. She doesn’t resist it this time. I move my hands down to her breasts, confined in rope. I squeeze them and she moans through the panty-gag. I lean over and start sucking on her left nipple. I put my lips to it and suck, flicking my tongue on its pointy tip. I can hear her moaning and it’s giving me a huge hard on. I switch to her right nipple and give it the same treatment, making her moan even more.

I move back and take my shirt off, showing her my muscles. I throw my shirt to the ground and start taking off my pants. I drop them to the ground and she can see the huge bulge in my underwear. I take off my shoes and socks, leaving them on the ground next to my pants. I take off my underwear and rub it slightly into my ass. My cock is pointing forward, wanting to enter her tight little virgin pussy. I take my underwear over to her and pull the tape half way off of her mouth. I put my underwear in her mouth and tape it shut again. Her mouth is now full of dirty underwear and she loves it.

I lift her legs off the ground and put them around me which causes her body to sag slightly, her breasts taking most of the weight because of the way I tied the harness. She wraps her legs around my, in those thigh-high boots of hers. She is at the prefect height for me to take her virginity. My cock is sandwiched between me and her so I move back and it falls free. Her legs clamp me back to her and I position my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I’m bent down slightly so I stand up, pushing my cock into her, breaking her virginity. She almost screams as I do this, which turns me on so much. I move out and push back in again. I work myself into a steady rhythm as she closes her eyes and moans loudly. I grab only her breasts and squeeze them. She moans louder. I continue holding onto them as I pull out and push back in faster and faster, harder and harder. Her moaning becomes louder. Her tight pussy feels like heaven on my cock, but I know I’m going straight to hell for this! I thrust faster and faster into her, harder and harder. She moans louder and louder. In almost no time she is about to have an orgasm. I thrust faster and harder and I feel her have an orgasm. This pushes me over the edge and I come without even expecting it. I continue to thrust into her until every drop of come is out of my cock and deep in her pussy.

She’s breathing heavily though her nose into my ear as I rest against her. After I regain my breath, I pull my now soft cock out of her come-soaked pussy. I move back and her legs fall back to the ground. She stands up on them, taking the pressure off of her breasts. I tell her “This has been so much fun for me. I hope it’s been as much fun for you. You can come around to my graveyard any time you like, now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mum. Now, your clothing is lying on the ground over there. If you want to leave, just tell me now. If not, you can stay tied up like that until tomorrow. It’s getting kind of late.” She tries to talk but the dirty underwear in her mouth stops her from saying anything intelligible. “Well, seeing as you haven’t said otherwise, I’m going to leave you tied up here until morning. I hope you have a fun night.” I gather up my clothing, put it all on and go into my house. I make myself a nice cup of hot coco, have some dinner and go to sleep, knowing that I have a helpless, little, thirteen year old, gothic slut tied to a gravestone in my backyard. I’m going to have a fun day tomorrow.

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