Sleeping in the Field House 4

For your better understanding, we recommend that you read the first three parts. My little teenage body was exhausted from so much fun on that big, fat rapist's dick, that it drove me crazy by giving me the biggest blowjob of my short life up to that moment. Hundreds of miles from home, in a deserted place with farms and farms far apart from each other, there I was, inside a secluded house in the middle of a huge forest, lying on a big couch with that rapist, who had tortured me for more than six hours with a wonderful roll, something I never imagined living. Quietly I sighed, but a thousand unanswered questions confused my childish head, making me wonder if the man lying with me on that couch was my father. The sound of his very whispered voice and his manner of speaking with the accent identical to that of my father, besides the pleasant smell of sweat that he exhaled reminded me of the smell of my father's body, and even his face hidden behind the black mask, with holes in the mouth in the nose and in the eyes, I saw his face by the color of his eyes. As my little head smoked confused with all this, my mind re-enacted every scene, every stomp, every scream I gave on that roll with every deep thrust he gave me, which almost made me almost faint from so much pleasure, and every joke I got right on the little head of his big, thick roll. Couldn't have happened otherwise than to have my life marked from that day forward and whether or not it was my father's scroll, he marked me, like cattle are marked with hot iron with their owner's initials, his scroll marked my little sketch and now it belonged to that pike. It was very strange to think that way, since I had a boyfriend, but now it was as if she belonged in an infinitely better role. And it was thinking about that that put me to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, he was moving around on the couch trying to get up without waking me. I turned to face him, stopping him from leaving, and I put my body against his, and we stood face to face, eye to eye, and he spoke. - I have to go, but I'll be here every time you come over. I stood looking into his eyes without opening my mouth, silent, only sighing deeply feeling his macho smell, while I heard his voice coming through my ear already driving me crazy again. I was thinking to myself. It can only be him, it's his voice. At this hour my body displayed the clearest signs of sheer excitement, like a female pleading for the cock of her male, her predator. He used to laugh at me from behind the mask with his dick all hard and ready for another torture session. - Leave some for approximate time when you come back here again. But silent and looking into her eyes, I used one of my hands to grab the little head of her dick and lead her to my little boogie hole. He kept smiling at me, watching all my action as he rushed to get his dick back in his booty. Standing still without moving a muscle, he allowed me to have complete control of the situation. And it was at that moment that I felt the little head of the roller fit into my little hole and in an anxious rush I moved my hip forward pressing the little head that was barely making its way into my narrow little hole. It hurt because his dick was too big for my little teenage sketch, but I wanted it inside me anyway and I forced more and more sense into every little bit of roll that came in until I was completely filled with all that wig. I started going back and forth with my slow hip and I was accelerating the movement gradually at the same time as I groaned until I screamed with that stick. He did. How do you like a little girl? And I was still moaning almost crying in that delicious prick with the frantic back-and-forth movement of my hip while he was sitting still. I knew that after that joke he would go away and without being fully sure that he was really my father, or some stranger, I was afraid of never having that role again and so I enjoyed my last moments with her inside me, because I did not want to forget her ever again. Suddenly he would start punching with full force along with me making the opposite movement to mine and our hips would collide violently and make a loud sound. Shock, shock, shock! I screamed and screamed and he moaned. That's when it got really hot, and he hugged me tight, and he held me close to his body, and I held him close to his body, and I hugged him with all my childish strength, just as I was starting to laugh. I wanted every second to be an eternity in that pica, but to my sadness I had just started and was already desperately joking like a crazy about that huge roll. My little milk was poured into the little head of the pike as into the little body of that limb that pierced me violently. I was in the middle of my fun when I felt her milk jets flooding all over my insides. My uterus filled with milk and I shouted for him not to mock now. Please don't laugh now, please don't laugh, please don't laugh. But it was the end he enjoyed howling like an animal, a beast of the woods. And we'd get closer and closer to that hug as we made fun of each other. I felt tender love in that horny squeeze. So much for me that I couldn't stand the pressure of that delight and cried again as my enjoyment wore off. Crying I sobbed all dengue. - It wasn't for you to make fun of now. But he comforted me by saying calm my love. I'll be here waiting for you whenever you come alone. When all that hurricane was over, we were still cuddling, his dick inside my little face was getting softer by the minute, and all that milk he threw up inside of me was being spit out by my little face soiling the couch. After half an hour he got up and left.