She felt her pussy lips part somewhat and his cock was in her about an inch. She felt pressure and some pain. Her cousin drew back some and thrust for...ard violently. Pain shot through her and tears came to her eyes. She wanted to call him by name and tell him to be gentle but changed her mind as fast as she had thought it. She felt herself giving into his advances and tried to relax. He began to move slowly in and out of her hole. It stung at first but it was a good kind of hurt. Soon he was. "You had brussel sprouts for lunch, didn't you," she saysaccusingly. Harry is mildly surprised. "Yah," he says. "How can ya tell?" "Brussel sprouts and asparagus makes a guy's spunk taste yucky." The policeman laughs and asks if there is any food that makes sperm tastebetter. "Don't think so," says Joely with a smirk. "Well, never mind. You gotta to eat your vegetables one way or the other." The cop and the teenaged whore walk together out of the alley. Harry is surprisedto see Joely's father's. Earlier that day we had built a house of cardboard boxes in the living room while the family watched Tv and had lunch. He asked me if I wanted to play house again while he laid his comforter over the top of the boxes, to make a roof. I crawled into the house ahead of him and was surprised when my feet were pulled out from under me. I tried to pull myself up right in the dark when Caleb pulled my shorts to my knees...now I’m confused. Having lived with strangers since I was very small I was used. After setting the cup down and returning the orange juice to the fridge, he forced me to my knees. Instead of allowing me to pleasure him, he rubbed it up and down my cheeks and all around my face, occasionally pausing to give me a dull thwack with it. It was agonizing to be kneeling there, so close, yet unable and unallowed to do anything, to pleasure him the way I so desired.Finally he brought me back out to the couch and sat down. He slid a hand behind my head and pulled me towards his.