He came back to bed with the strawberries. She watched as he took a ripe one and bit into it, the juices running down his chin. ‘You want one?’ h... asked. ‘Yes’ she replied. He removed another one and placed her to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted the sweet fruit. Like him she let the juices run down her chin. When she was done, he said ‘I think I want another.’ Taking another, he moved it between her legs. He gently slid the fruit along her pussy lips coating it with her juices. When. The stiff shaft stretched my opening, and only my insatiable lust kept me pressing it into me as I endured the pain of entry. Soon my baby’s cock was buried inside me bringing me strange new sensations. I was imagining my own supple young body mounting me, and his hips thrust this invading object somewhere deep inside me. I began lifting my hips to meet my son’s thrusts and each time I thrust off of the mattress into him, the heavy hammer head would drop towards the bed making the shaft. I was wondering then if I should buy some condoms. Which would be cleaner or more convenient? Of course, I could use the condoms if and when—no, definitely when—I fucked Henry. Walking around the corner I had to stop for a second and stare. How could such a slender boy come equipped with such equipment? I swear, his cock sticking up from his prone body reminded me of Devil’s Tower rising from the landscape in northeastern Wyoming. I had first noticed it from miles away when Mom and Daddy. She was a virgin. Shed never taken pills. She could be pregnant with this fucking rapists bastard tomorrow! And so it went. As soon as the leader stepped away, leaving her hole gaping and empty, another quickly stepped up and rammed himself deep inside her. As soon as one climaxed inside her mouth, another shoved him out of the way and had his way with her throat. She swore she could feel her insides bulging and sloshing with all the cum inside her by now. Dahlia passed out more than once.