I was addicted to her scent and taste and ate her every chance I got. On those weekends where, for hygienic reasons, I could not feast myself on her o...ange fringed cunt, we would trade places and she would tease me unmercifully with her fingers and tongue, finishing me off with her mouth wide open and my cock pouring its creamy contents therein. God help me if I missed! We had yet to go any farther, the fear, and stigma of pregnancy, keeping us from consummating our relationship. I was. He was just getting ready to hit the girl again when my father grabbed his hand, jerked him away from the girl and told the man to leave her alone.The man told my father to butt out and mind his own business. My father said that it was his business to step in when a child was being abused, and then he said, “Go and pick on someone your own size.”“Like you maybe?” the man said and swung at my father. My father blocked the punch and then proceeded to beat the living dog shit out of the man,. This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u likes the story u can mail me on or As an 18-year-old, I was quite frequently disciplined by my strict Aunt Julie. She was a domineering bitch who could really bring a man to tears spanking him over her knee with a hard wooden hairbrush, but I loved her all the same. We lived in a wooded area across the street from a cornfield. The backyard. She traced her hands along the faces of the angels carved into the headboard her father so lovingly carved for her when she was a baby. She would miss her bed but the images were etched in her mind forever and she would carry it in her heart for the rest of her life.She cleaned the wagon up for her dad and made her bed. The bed she wouldn't be sleeping in tonight.She made him a special supper so it would be ready when he came home. She took out his pipe and cleaned it for him and placed it on.