First Time Taboo Seduction Part 1

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Author: Elizabeth Thorn
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pussy from here," the perv
says. He shouldn't have.
    All my pent up anger explodes in my chest and
I respond without thinking.
    I charge with a primal cry that his
hair-raising, moving fast.
    Moving too fast.
    I realize I'm not going to make it make just
before shit happens, carried forward by a momentum that possesses
too much force to stop.
    The tiles XXX around the pool are slippery
and when I raise my leg to kick the pervert in the nuts, I slip,
barely able to keep myself from falling backward. Correcting myself
I have to contort my body - shaking my tits like a stripper on
speed - but that only buys me time.
    In the end, I
still fall, only not on my ass. I fall forward with a loud curse,
Jimmy's laughter and Anne's Oh my in my ears.
    Cursing, hot tears of frustrated anger spill
over as I look up, only to be instantly silenced by the sight of
Jimmy's heavy balls dangling right in front of me. Shit. I push my
spectacles up out of habit and to distract from the sight, and the
feelings it stirs up deep inside.
    "Glad you changed your mind, Sis," the fucker
says. He sounds highly amused. No surprise there.
    "Crystal, are you alright?" Anne says. No,
I'm not. I'm far from alright. I've never been this humiliated
before.
    "Come on, Sis," the fucker says, "don't hold
yourself back now that you've gotten this far."
    Pushing his fuckpole flat against his belly,
our eyes lock and I try to strike him down with a look that would
have convinced Hannibal to retreat in silence. Not my perverted
stepbrother, though.
    Sticking out his tongue, he wiggles it in the
air, and I know he knows I'm thinking about how it would feel to
have that tongue slide over my aching wet snatch. Another
humiliation.
    I try to curse him to hell and back but the
words remain stuck in my throat, a sense of dread spreading when a
pang of obscene lust shoots through my teen cunt. I can't believe
this is happening.
    "You sure look you can use some stiff prick,
Sis," the pervert says hauntingly and my pussy contracts powerfully
in agreement.
    I look away in shame, another pang of taboo
lust rippling through me when I eye the huge balls in front of me,
a fresh load of hormones flooding my system.
    "Fuck you," I say weakly, shame peaking when
I catch myself unconsciously licking my lips.
    Jimmy laughs.
    Jimmy grins
and calls me a pussy .
    Pushing myself up on all fours, anger
coursing through my veins like melted lava, I intent to show him
what this woman is made of. Show him I'm not one of those cheap
sluts that are only too happy to sit down on that thing of his.
    "You -" I hiss, teeth bared. Before I can say
more, the fucker lets go of his cock.
    Hard cock slaps me right in the face, making
a lewd sound. I shriek, one of those piercing shrieks that wouldn't
stand out in a slasher movie, and then curse.
    But I'm not cursing at him. I curse because
of the way my traitorous clit throbs with sickening excitement.
More blood rushes to my face and I'm cold and hot all at once,
sweating like a racehorse, my pulse racing like one.
    "Well? What the fuck are you waiting for,
Sis?" the sorry ass fuck says. His manhood swaying right in my damn
face. Tempting me like a siren call.
    Fuck him.
    He has always been an arrogant fuck. Always.
But today he has reached new heights.
    Me too. I've
never been this horny before. Ever. I listen to the blood rush
behind my ears, a dark foreboding descending. Dizzy. My biology
admiring all that hard cock, pounds of it , I know
what I'm going to do before I do it, too weak to stop myself. My
body acts with a will of its own. Shows how civilization is only
skin deep.
    As if in slow motion, I watch my right hand
reach out and grab the pussy-wrecker that is making me sweat.
Perverse horniness intensifies when my brain registers my fingers
are far too short to wrap themselves fully around the pulsating
shaft.
    "There's a good girl," Jimmy says
triumphantly.
    My hand looks small in comparison to the
shaft it is holding. Inwardly, I curse and try to

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