He moaned desperately as he pushed inch after inch of his 10 inch monster inside me. I kept moaning. I don’t think I stopped. The pleasure was im...ense. He started heavily biting my ears and neck, leaving marks. He had no mercy. He craved to give pain, and I was accepting it. I was slowly going back and forth on his dick. It was hot, the sun was beating down on us. I love sweaty sex. I loved dripping all over the place, feeling him drip all over me.“Damn you take dick like a pro fag,”. I don’t know where it actually came from but it felt like something protecting The Pioneer from The Preacher’s undue wrath. The Preacher ran off and The Pioneer was leaving when I woke up. The dream ended there and I felt very startled and disoriented for some time after awakening. What I believe happened was The Preacher was furious at finding The Pioneer in his Carriage House and something in the back of his mind had actually kept him from doing anything to the poor guy. What The Preacher saw. A cool breeze alerted her to something else. Her boobs were uncovered, the dress top pulled down beneath their deliciously ample curves. Whoever it was had violated her house and potentially had planned to violate her. The thought cause a shudder to pass through her, she wasn't sure whether from terror or something else equally primal. Her shudder must have alerted him further, as her starting to wake must have caused him to attempt to redress himself before fleeing outside. Their eyes met, his. Realizing that I couldn't stay inthe room forever, I made my way downstairs. I had no interest whatsoeverin exploring this palatial mansion. I just wanted to go home. Was I being unfair? Maybe. Still, my father had essentially kidnapped meand had taken me away while my mother stood by and wept. Thoughts ofescape filled my head. I heard voices in the back of the house. Icautiously followed the sounds. As the words became clear I stopped deadin my tracks. Doreen was busily telling my father that.