"Yes yes you are going to make me come." I said.I felt tension build. He lifted my legs further up and leaned into me pushing in as far as he could an... then pulling out and pushing all the way back in."Oh Matt...I, I am about to come!" I said.He leaned forward more, putting pressure against my pussy lips and clit each time he went all the way in. He kept up a good gentle thrusting pace and pressed into me."Oh my god, I'm coming, yes fuck me Matt." I said.My stomach muscles spasmed revealing my. As he jerked his second load into her mouth he pushed as far as he could into her mouth and this time she did gag and started to fight to get him out of her instinctively only to be held firm by his grip. When he did pull out of her she coughed and thought she was about to vomit, she didn’t. His only comment was “Very dramatic slut, very dramatic.” She started to get up from her knees only to be told to “Stay just there slut” she did and he continued. “You are a pretty little thing a little. She was completely naked and she was almost fully developed. I knew that every boy in her school wanted a piece of that.At almost fifteen years old she had a pretty good set of jugs started, taking after her well built mother for sure. Her pussy hair had been trimmed along the edges, with my razor no doubt.She got up on my bed, facing the headboard, and stood there like a dog. I moistened my middle finger in her pussy, which startled her. Then I slowly slipped my middle finger into her tight. About the only commercially produced treat they allowed themselves was good wine. They couldn’t grow enough grapes hydroponically to make their own, so they had a list of some of the best labels, domestic and foreign, to keep in stock. There was a huge liquor store about a hundred miles away that I shopped once every two or three months, loading up the bed of the Tundra with cases and cases. I don’t drink any more alcohol than an occasional beer, because growing up with a couple of drunks as.