I was a teenage kid then, and I think most of us have dreams of that sort at that age.The problem is when those dreams and ideas don't really go away,...and nag at the back of your mind. When you stop being a kid and still close your eyes, and see the image of your mother on her knees, long black hair draped down across her naked shoulders and back, hands on her breasts, begging up at you to bless her with your cock, calling you "master". When you dream of your sister clawing at your back as she. He picked her up and tossed her against the chain-link fence. She felt the squares of wire cutting into her tender flesh. She moaned and tried to escape. It wasn't possible. She was helpless in his grip, nothing more than a trapped animal.She groaned as he moved a little closer to her. His cock prodded the juicy lips of her pussy. She could hardly believe that the chase had turned her on. She felt nothing but stark, gut-wrenching terror, yet she couldn't deny the fact that her pussy was getting. He sucked deep, pressing the sides of hismouth around the cock. He felt every ripple of vein along the shaft, hemoved like an a****l driven out of control. Faster and faster he fuckedhis own mouth with the man's thing, the hot cock he devoured inch byinch. He rolled the heavy balls like golf ball-sized toys around in hishands as he jammed deeper. He made it all the way to the base, the guy'scock was completely down his throat. Daniel's nose was jammed tight intothe guy's stomach."Fuck, fuck,. My curiosity turned into addiction, and I spent every available opportunity sneaking a peak any erotic material I could get my hands on. And as soon as I could get my hands on that material, I got my hands on myself. My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without exception, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be alone, and anyplace, public or private; I would play with my developing body. It was only a matter of time before something happened, I see that now, but.