1. Stepmother's Bed


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

    what he meant by: Don't fight me. Did he plan to **** her? She had been insane to run from the party that way. Please god, she thought. Please don't let him hurt me. She longed for the protection of her b*****r. Oh, where was Denny now? She began sobbing uncontrollably, trembling all over. &#034Please don't hurt me?&#034 she pleaded. &#034I'm only f******n, and--and I--I'm a virgin. I'm so scared. Y-You wouldn't **** me, would you?&#034 In the moonlight, Joyce could see that his eyes were afire with lust. He still held her wrist, half grinning at her, as if contemplating all the things he planned to do to her body. He pulled her toward him then, crushing his body to hers and roughly squeezed her breasts. &#034Relax, pretty girl,&#034 he said. &#034I promise I won't **** you as long as you're quiet and do exactly what I tell you.&#034 Suddenly headlights showed from the main street, fifty yards distant, and there was the sound of an approaching car. The man glanced nervously over his shoulder, clutching Joyce even harder until the car had passed. Then he began stroking her hair, his lips parted in a hideous leer. &#034I love your shiny hair in the moonlight, girl,&#034 he said. &#034Soft and pretty and shiny-perfect for shootin' off in.&#034 Joyce sensed that her captor was some kind of hair freak. He seemed hypnotized and insanely fascinated as he stroked her locks gently, lovingly, talking about the way it hung over her shoulders and its silky texture. She wondered if maybe ...
    that was all he wanted of her--just to play with her hair. But he had said he wanted to &#034shoot off in it.&#034 He went on that way, feeling her hair, and she decided a crazed man wouldn't snatch her from the road merely to stroke her hair. Maybe he as planning to k**nap her, or kill her and leave her ****d and mangled body here in the trees! Tears streamed down her cheeks as he went on fondling, purring his admiration for her hair. He even referred to the downy texture of her pussy hair, saying it must be even smoother. He ceased touching her breasts then and began concentrating solely on her hair. Working with both hands, he worshipfully manipulated the black, shining tresses, chanting like a degenerate in a horror film. But this was no film. Somehow, his sudden tenderness frightened her even more than his previous roughness. Was he preparing her for something awful and violent--calming her so he could stick his big cock in her and split her wide apart? &#034I smell booze on your breath, little girl,&#034 he said. &#034A pretty girl like you shouldn't drink, you know that? Alcohol dries things up. It'll take all the nice shine out of your pretty hair. Don't try to stop me, sugar. I--I'm gonna brush your pretty hair and make it nice and shiny.&#034 He grunted, shuddering, held her wrist hard and reached over and opened the glove compartment. Not taking his eyes from her hair, fumbling, he withdrew a brush! Then he instructed her to face the other way. Surely, he wouldn't ...
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