1. Stepmother's Bed


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

    grunting like some crazed, demented a****l as he stared in abject worship at the dark strands that tickled his balls and pulsing erection. Eyes bulging, he then began emitting hysterical breath-bursts: &#034Ah, Ouh, Egh, Ergh, Oh!&#034 he babbled deliriously as his free hand moved the shiny hair about his cock and balls and rectum. And then his prick began to geyser, to gush and fling his scalding, white sperm spurting onto her hair, drenching the long black strands with his sticky fluid. Enraptured, he stared at the white goo against the soft black hair. He continued squeezing at his organ, mopping up every drop with Joyce's shiny hair and he sort of yodeled as he reached his bucking climax. Then he sat upright, lying with his head against the back of the car seat. Joyce huddled against the opposite door, wishing she had a tissue to remove his come from her hair, but she was afraid of triggering some violent reaction from this degenerate. She now had met her first honest-to-god degenerate. &#034We kin talk for a while 'fore I let you go, little girl,&#034 he gasped. &#034Unless you'd rather lick the rest of my juice off the end of my dong. Would you like that? Don't play games with me, girl. You don't have to, see? Shit, I know plenty females who love swallowing a man's come. You want to?&#034 Trying to smile, Joyce shook her head. &#034Uh--no thank you,&#034 she said. &#034Betchoo think I'm pretty strange, eh? Well, when you spend as much time behind bars as I have, a ...
    guy develops some pretty kinky tastes, see?&#034 Abruptly, he held his face with both of his hands, obviously depressed, repentant. Joyce said nothing. &#034I could go back to prison for what I just did to you, girl,&#034 he said. &#034This was the same as--as ****, I guess. They's say, 'Let's send the weirdo back to the joint--lock him up again.' Would you like that, girl?&#034 Joyce decided to risk speaking. &#034Y-You kept your promise, mister,&#034 she managed. &#034You didn't do me any harm. You keep your promise to me and I'll keep a promise not to tell. Not ever. All right? Let me go and I won't tell.&#034 She did her best to sound nonchalant, casual, despite the terror that surged through her body. He seemed to be merely resting and thinking now. She wondered what his next move would be. &#034Listen, I may be pretty weird, but I sure ain't cruel,&#034 he said. &#034Go on home. I won't hurt you. If you tell your folks, I guess that'll be the end for me, but-well, go ahead and leave.&#034 His hand then stretched in front of her--panic seized her--but he was only reaching for the door handle. Quickly, she slid out, then stood there, staring at him. For some strange reason she felt intense pity for this lonely, weird man. But not that much pity! She turned then trotted toward the main road, crying and running desperately for the safety of home. She did not know how much time it took her to reach the Reardon house. As she staggered up the driveway, she saw her father's car ...
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