1. Stepmother's Bed


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    believing her b*****r had struck her. She began sobbing d***kenly and hysterically as she rubbed her face in disbelief. &#034How--How could you, Denny?&#034 she cried, her chest heaving. &#034After our promise? After what we said to each other. W-We took a vow, Denny Reardon ...&#034 Bill managed to struggle to his feet and now came at Denny menacingly. Sobbing, not wanting to see the outcome, Joyce fled through the big house and out the front door. Stumbling, partly from shock and partly from the vodka, she made her way along the dirt shoulder of the two-lane road in the general direction of the Reardon house. It was a long way and she was not certain of the direction, but she did not care. Denny had slapped her, humiliated her in front of everybody, and anguish and self-pity consumed her as she staggered for the safety of home. Then, headlights approached from behind, the car turned after passing her on what appeared to be a dirt road ahead. Did it stop in a cluster of pine trees? She could not be sure. She pushed on--sobbing, tripping, wondering if maybe Bill had left the party to take her home. She hoped so. She felt quite d***k now and she knew she should not be all alone out here so far away from everyone. CHAPTER 8 Joyce had just passed the dirt road onto which the car had turned when she sighted the hunched figure of a man, not more than ten yards away, come running directly at her. Her hands clamped over her mouth in horror and she stopped dead in her tracks frozen ...
    with fear. She wondered if this could be a nightmare or maybe a hallucination from drinking too much vodka. There was no one to help her, not a car in view, and she was alone with this approaching monster. She nearly wet her pants as the big man grabbed her gruffly, picked her up in his powerful arms and ran back toward the cover of the trees. Kicking, screaming to no avail, terror surged through her. She had never felt so alone and helpless. She screamed louder, louder, but the man's huge hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling her screams for help. &#034You don't want me to knock you out, do you?&#034 the deep voice asked. Then shut up or I'll have to put you in dreamland.&#034 He emitted a hideous laugh. &#034Besides, I wouldn't wancha to miss any of this, little darlin' virgin cunt. Shut up!&#034 They exited from the cluster of pine trees then and her assailant slowed to a trot, still breathing hard but slowing as he made his way toward a battered old car that was parked up on the shoulder of this narrow, deserted side road. They reached the car and the man let Joyce slide to her feet. He held her wrist in a viselike grip, though, as he opened the door with his free hand and hurled her onto the front seat. He climbed in after her, slamming the door. Panting, his eyes blazing crazily, he said, &#034Don't fight me and don't dare make a sound. I won't hurt you if you don't resist&#034 Joyce's heart hammered against her rib cage. Huddling against the door, she wondered ...
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