The buzzing in my panties was amplified and my heart was beating quickly. I was soaked, his proximity and the smell of his aftershave set my nostrils ...blaze. I was wondering briefly if he could smell my sex. My slit had leaked juices down my thighs and I was thankful for the length of my skirt. It at least hid the dampness that was collecting on my stockings. "I wonder what people get up to when they are bored and think they are alone," he said simply, causing me to blink faster than I had. This scene was repeated time and time again through her pre-teen years, until, on the very day of her fourteenth birthday, a commercial promoter from LA decided that it was time to pop the slut's cherry. A combination of too much cocaine, a generous handful of lube, and a mis-timed thrust meant that Britney's first experience of fucking was a long, meaty prick violating her virgin asshole. The promoter was too far gone to care, or even notice, that he'd picked the wrong hole, and proceeded to. “No, it means the idea turns me on. I’m still thinking about it.” I replied grabbing her head and forcing my dick to the back of her throat.She struggled to lift her head so I let it go. She looked up at me. “Raise your legs up.” she said looking at me seductively. “If I lick your asshole real deep would it help you to make up your mind?” she asked.“How deep?” I returned.“Really deep!”“Will I see any of that type of action in Illinois?”“If you say yes, you never know what you might see.” she. I fainted surprise and stood with my hard on staring at her (I had carefully fisted myself to maximum size hoping to entice her. She seemed appalled and quickly turned and went out. I wrapped a towel not attempting to prevent the tent poking of my hard on and walked after her as if trying to explain or something. She had started washing utensils to avoid me. Then she slowly turned to stare at me and me cud see a haze covering her eyes and those eyes were glittering with bloodlust. She gave me a.