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strokes slow, painful, unbelievably
pleasurable with every thrust. Warm blood courses through my pussy,
charges into my clit, my clit swollen as big as a butterfly as I
feel the length of his thickness sliding up my quivering hole,
filling it, stretching it, pleasing me. I want to ride off his
cock, God I want to sit on it, ride it so hard I break it all off
into my hole.
    I look at the lock, let go my mouth and
stretched my hand behind me, touching his rippled abs to make sure
he fucked me quiet, slow, smooth but hard, fuck me hard. My other
hand reaches behind me, he works his waistline sensually inside me,
it hurts. And I pull him deeper into me, savagely; I want him far
inside my hole, loving the feel of his warm cylinder of pleasure
buried into my flesh. My face in the face-basin, my two hands
pulling and pushing his waist into me hard and loud. His pants
rubbing against my naked skin, his size doesn’t matter anymore, I’m
dripping wet, I want it deeper inside me, all of it. ALL OF IT.
Everything. My feelings turn me into an animal, ecstasy brimming in
me, I command him,
    “FUCK ME! FUCK ME NATHAN! Good God! Fuck me!”
He unbuckles his belt, drops his pants. He starts cannoning his
cock at the speed of light, elated from the pleasures that he’s
ripping through my body, my body feels limp on the face-basin, eyes
roll over, I feel every single nerve in my body opening up, he
plunders my pussy, just like I want it, a sweet revengeful fuck.
I’m swampy, soaking his black cock with my creamy fluids, all over
it. The jingle of his buckle getting louder at his ankles, sweat
running down is legs, his blue tie swinging from his rigorous
thrusts behind me, pumping into me. I nab my mouth, stifling my
whimpering as he hits that perfect spot, that spot, that sweet
spot, good Lord, aaarrhh, I began spilling out my naughty desires,
shouting low at him,
    “FUCK IT NATHAN! FUCK! YES BABY! FUCK IT,
FUCK IT! DON’T STO...” and a distant shout frightened the hell out
of me,
    “Leelia! Leelia! Which part you at gal!” I
wanted to collapse.
     

CHAPTER 5
Busted Or Not?
    by: Leelia Lexings
    Jesus Christ! To hell if I was getting caught
today. Hell to the no. The voice sounded like my big-loud mouth
sister, Pinky. That would be the worst thing to ever happen right
now. She couldn’t hold down her voice no matter what. She was just
always boisterous and brawling and BOTOO! I hoped it wasn’t her.
Please.
    “Leeeee!”
    The sound of Pinky’s second shout terrified
me like an alarm going off in a building and I’m the thief. My
heart was thundering through my breast. Not now, this was not my
intention, not to disgrace the Lexings name. Please God, no,
everyone was here. Though Mommy would be the most understanding of
the family, she would be the most hurt. I’m the youngest one, the
wash-belly who should sort out this problem for the family, take
care of my bigger brother according to the plan. Not be caught
fucking in my Mom’s bathroom on my wedding day. Without thinking
about my pain and in a sudden rush, I tried to scamper to get my
panty off the shower curtain rod quickly, but a sharp pain hit me,
slowed me down, my knees bend. I limped. I fell to the white tile
floor. The pain was at my leg, my shin bone, it still hurts.
    Nathan was big and no doubt painful, but was
nowhere close to the pain that returned to my shin. I was already
used to the beating in my belly; which was where Qwan would always
fist me, so luckily no one would see the bruises and scars the
beatings left. I had a second fracture to my rib but never had he
strike me anywhere else, it was always my belly he plundered. But
lastnight he got in an uncontrollable rage.
    Lastnight I couldn’t move, I was too shocked,
as he cannoned a new tin of condense milk at my face. I was in the
living room and he sailed it from out the kitchen. As the tin
sailed, flipped and spun through the air towards my face, it hit
into the lowly hung chandelier, ricocheted, and