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“The Diary Of A Teen Aged Whore”

Titled:

How My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me

“The First Time”

A True Story

By:

Wendy Tight Tush

aka

Pussy Patter

How

My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me

“The First Time”

Chapter Six

Well, needless to say, once I had entered into my own blissful little sexual fantasy zone my full attention had been focused on the extremely sensual sexual scene that was steadily unfolding in my mom’s bedroom while she was getting her jollies by having her brains fucked out, right before my eyes, and I had been totally unaware of anything else that was going on around me.

Shit like that seems to happen to me, real quick too, just about any time that I’m really getting into having any kind of sex at all, and it doesn’t seem to matter what kind of sex I’m having either.

It doesn’t seem to matter if I’m doing a good hott sixty-nine or just gagging myself on some dudes cock, having a hot, wet tongue working through my split or having my brains fucked out through my ass either.

I mean… losing my grip on reality and sliding into the realm of sexual bliss the way I do so easily just seems to be a natural thing to me. But I’ve had lots of other girls tell me that something must be wrong with me because nothing like that EVER happens to them whenever they’re getting fucked.

I mean it’s really a great feeling and all, but at times… like most of the time really, I’ve noticed that it seems to work to my own detriment. That’s because when that happens to me I seem to have a natural tendency to let all of my defenses, mental, physical, and spiritual, just drop by the wayside, and just be concentrating on the lustful joy of whatever type of sex that I’m having at that moment, and that’s caused me to have some awfully rough fuck sessions.

Well the events of this day were going to prove to be no different than those of days long past, because I had already lost myself in the spiritual realm and my lust had become so intense that I was no longer aware of anything going on around me….

Anyway, there I was, kneeling there on the floor in the hallway, peeking through my mom’s bedroom door, and jacking myself off like some kind of horny fricking nymph in heat who was waiting for her favorite Satyr to mount her while I was watching my mom getting her brains fucked out.

Then much to my surprise I was snatched back out of the spiritual realm of sexual bliss, and had been jerked back into the reality of the here and now, rather abruptly, when I had felt what I could only presume to have been two strong masculine hands suddenly gripping my young ass by the sides of my well rounded haunches.

Shit! I don’t know how I had managed not to squeal out real loud when that had happened but I hadn’t screamed or anything even though it had scared the fricking shit out of me when it had happened.

But somehow I had managed not to scream. Shit, I know that my eyes had bulged out as though I had just had a big dick slammed up my unsuspecting ass hole when that had happened though.

Anyway, I had sucked in a real sharp breath, at the same time I had almost jumped all of the way across to the other side of the hallway as I had spun around on the floor really fucking quick.

My back was up pressing flat against the wall, I had my knees jerked up against my tits pretty tight, and I was quickly scrooching my taunt little ass closer to my bedroom door.

Then my panic had subsided somewhat and I had ceased my frantic efforts to escape from whoever it had been that had just grabbed hold of my horny little ass when my eyes had finally focused on the intruder. I had quickly realized, much to my fricking surprise, and I might add my immense sexual joy at what I was seeing right that moment, that it was yet another longtime family friend, Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith had just managed to come into the house and like sneak up on me without me hearing him because I had been out, joyfully strolling around in the spiritual real of sexual bliss, when he had walked up behind me, knelt down behind me, and had grabbed me by the sides of my ass cheeks without me ever know that he was there… until he’d grabbed my ass that is.

Mr. Smith was a thirty-nine year old black man. He stands about six foot two inches tall and weighs close to a hundred eighty, maybe a hundred ninety pounds and almost everybody in town calls him Ralph. Well, everybody except me, I’ve always called him Mr. Smith.

So anyway, he’s like the manager of the butcher shop at our local super market. Well, much to my surprise, and like I said earlier ‘my sexual delight’, there he was kneeling there on the floor staring at me with a big lustful grin on his face, and with what appeared to be at least ten inches of steely hard “Prime Fricking Beef” sticking straight up out of his unzipped pants.

The ‘surprise’ part had been when he had grabbed hold of me by my ass, the ‘sexual delight’ part had came from seeing the bone that he had thrown, and knowing that he’d thrown it for me, sticking up in the air the way that it had been.

Anyway, he had this big lustful, “oh hell yeah little girl”, grin on his face that said “I’m so gonna be fucking you Wendy” as we just stared at each other for several seconds.

Well I think that Mr. Smith could sense the fact that not only was I one horny little whore by my very nature, but that I also had a sexual bonfire beginning to grow way down deep in my belly right then, and had just instinctively know that he was going to be getting some pussy from me in short order… just as I had instinctively known that I was going to be giving myself up to him, and in short order too.

I mean… because of the way that my eyes had first locked with his for several seconds just before they had darted from his face straight down to that rock hard cock of his and then just stayed there while I sat there on the floor just fucking drooling at the object of my affections.

To Be Continued…

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