I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee! Sweetheart: I'm pullin... up my miniskirt. Take off my panties. Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute. Sweetheart: What's the matter? Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking. Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.. She left his room. She felt gooey down there. She went to the bathroom and sat on the commode.She was leaking something from her bottom, she sat until it stopped then she wiped, erasing the cum and the Vaseline and went to her room.Three nights later he came for again.That became his routine, two or three nights a week he’d come for her and lead her to his room. It was always the same; he’d bend her over the bed and flip up her gown. He never tried to make love to her and never touched her. You must not cum. Convince me you won’t cum. Hold it in, suppress it, do what you have to do, but whatever you do, don’t let me know that you are going to cum. I’ll be here the whole time to keep reminding you. Now do you understand?”“Yes master. I understand. Do not cum.”“That’s right. No cum.” I answered and then began the fucking machine slowly. I let it travel all the way up to her open wet spot and stopped it as soon as the tip was touching it.“Feel that? Feel how big it is? Don’t flinch. Instead she’d drop out of high school and live there now and focus on her pregnancy. It took a long dreadful three weeks but eventually they were convinced to let me be a part of their daughter’s life. I was going to drop out of school, work with my Dad at the drug company and most importantly, live with Larissa and take care of her. Apparently, she has been insatiably horny and masturbating non-stop. According to Larissa’s mom she did it to rebel. She refused to try and cover herself up with.