1. Extra Credit 5 - On the Run


    Date: 10/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

    towards Isabella the fear in her eyes making her all the hotter, she knew she had hours of cock in front of her, and she never even got broken in. . . That dream had been intense and vivid enough to get me hard, I had a 4:00 AM morning wood. Jesus, Isabella could get me hard in my sleep, not that I was surprised. She was a thoroughbred, her pussy a prized orchid. And she HAD been broken in. By me! Fuck yea, by me! I, the one who had suffered a sub-par existence had broken in Isabella, the queen of sexuality and pleasure. Not only had I broken her in, I owned her virginity. The Vattos could kill me, the police might throw me in prison, Brianna could expose me, but nothing, NOTHING could take away the fact that my cock broke Isabella’s seal. I had outdone every man on Earth, and the confidence that came with it was intoxicating. I had been in relationships with ugly women, married a sexless woman, and had fucked a fair share of ugly whores. Then, in 6 months time, I had been fucked by Brianna, a stunning sophomore, sodomized a sexy thick classmate of hers named Leticia, and now . . . I had deflowered her younger, hotter, god-damned-perfect sister. I remember when I used to go to church, hearing the pastor say, “god can make up for lost time.” I never believe it. I do know. My whole life had sucked, and the last 6 months were better than any man’s, no man had the experience of those three females in that short span. Maybe one or two, but only I had had all three! And by god if ...
    my plan worked, my time wasn’t over. I sat up, wondering what to do with my hard on. I looked over at Isabella, curled up on the floor. I wanted to lay back down next to her, slowly pleasure her lips between her hips until she was wet and make love to her again. NO! No! I told myself again, there isn’t time, get everything figured out and then you can spend days on end fucking the shit out of her. Boy howdy, I sure planned to. I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself, man was I covered in . . . .cum? Her fluids? Sweat? Probably all of them. I showered myself clean and went into the room. The sun wouldn’t be up for a bit but the downtown lights of Houston were enough to see well in the room. I sat on the corner of the bed and looked at her. Her perfect, perfectness. Great legs, taut ass, concaved tummy, perky breasts, flowing hair, milk chocolate skin, and an angel’s face. The smudges on the glass windows and door leading to the balcony were priceless, I took a quick picture with my phone. I didn’t know if it would show, but if it did, it was getting blown up and framed, what a fucking memento. Her finger and lips prints everywhere, and lower, a clear-white residue stain, where my cum had leaked out of her pussy and smeared on the door. I wondered if she could possibly could be pregnant. While I wanted her to father every child I had, I wasn’t ready to let motherhood damage that body yet. Abortions, pills, IUDs, whatever. If my plan ...
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