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EXECUTIVE SUMMARY for obscenity police: A 15-year-old girl, who should
be in school or at home doing her homework, gets fucked up the ass with a
dildo.
Chapter Four
Mrs. Aaronson led the foursome over to a stone bench, set in grass
next to the outdoor shower. There were towels piled there, soft and
comforting against the chill which now pervaded the night, under cold
dispassionate stars which gleamed high above them. Ready for more
erotic challenges, the men let Mrs. Aaronson lead them across the dew-
wet lawn toward the house, their cocks making their towels stand out in
front of themselves, like awkward horizontal tents. They would have to
be tents with cathedral ceilings, Emily thought to herself, gazing back at
the two men who followed herself and Mrs. Aaronson like panting dogs.
The tents were much taller than they were wide, owing to the astonishing
length of each manÕs penis, both men having cocks that outdistanced their
shoe sizes. Mrs. Aaronson led Emily by the hand, her towel around her
waist fetchingly high, though not as high as Mrs. AaronsonÕs, which
allowed a portion of her bottom, the lowermost part, to jut out temptingly
at the men, sashaying with erotic grace as she walked. Emily wiggled
more girlishly, quite uncertain of her fate now as Mrs. Aaronson took her
through the back door of her home.
ÒOh! Are we going to bed now?Ó Emily asked, her eyes wide as
saucers. Mrs. Aaronson, who held Emily by the hand, turned and put a
finger to the tip of the girlÕs nose.
ÒNo, dear, not until weÕve opened your bottom a little,Ó Mrs.
Aaronson told the girl, a smile on her face as sweet as innocence itself,
yet with her eyes glowing wickedly. Emily flinched. She was not smiling,
her lips instead pursing themselves into a surprised Òoooh!Ó. She tugged
at Mrs. AaronsonÕs hand, but the woman held on to it firmly. It was small
in her grasp; Emily was not full grown yet. But Mrs. Aaronson loved most
of all the bringing of a blossoming young girl into the pleasures of
adulthood. Turning, and crooking a finger at the men while still holding
EmilyÕs hand, she proceeded to a staircase which led upstairs. The men
followed with avid eyes and throbbing dicks; the thought of little Emily
getting her bottom gouged made their hearts beat faster. It wasnÕt the
heart-throbbing of love they felt, however, pushing the blood hotly to
their loins. Emily was cute, no doubt about it, but the men were by this
time thinking only of their cocks; every second, in fact, their lifeblood
coursing through their dicks. Mrs. Aaronson had a way of taking
testosterone-laden men, already high with thoughts of sex, and turning
them into cock-heavy animals. The men were desperate, and now Mrs.
Aaronson would spring her finest trick of all.
In the course of the evening Emily learned an interesting thing about
Mrs. Aaronson, something which seemed to Emily to redeem her a little,
despite her thoroughgoing decadence. Mrs. Aaronson not only had the
ability to make men love her, she had the ability to make men love
themselves. She proved this now as they entered a bedroom. Telling the
men casually to get into bed, which they immediately did, thinking she
would join them, she then picked up a camera and pointed to condoms and a
bottle of oil on a nightstand and told them to make love to each other.
ÒHuh?Ó Stan asked, his voice immediately echoed by Joe.
ÒYes. IÕm afraid this is the next test, gentlemen,Ó Mrs. Aaronson
said, lifting the back of EmilyÕs towel as she spoke and fondling her
bottom with her hand. Emily let out a squeak. Her breasts bobbled up out
of the top of her towel and as she struggled to repair this display, Mrs.
Aaronson made her squeal again, more loudly, by deftly inserting a finger
between her rear cheeks.
Click, Mrs. AaronsonÕs camera went at the same time, setting off a
flash, which captured both men kneeling dumbfounded on the bed, their
cocks facing off against each other like swords. Emily turned her head and
looked at Mrs. Aaronson. The woman held a Cannon Rebel camera as surely
with one hand as if she were a news photographer. At the same time she
kept Emily on tenterhooks by again stabbing the girl twixt her cheeks with
her finger; Emily shot up on tip-toes, losing the covering over her breasts
again and letting them pop out of her towel.
Amused by EmilyÕs discomfort, Stan and Joe moved closer to one
another.
ÒKiss,Ó Mrs. Aaronson told the men. Caught in her intensely erotic
domain, charged to the point of bursting by the way sheÕd teased their
cocks, the two men suddenly let their inhibitions fly away. Stan eased up
against Joe, his cock reaching his male lover-to-be long before his mouth
did. As StanÕs cocks slid with spermy ease up JoeÕs belly, Joe responded
in a similar way, his own cock bumping StanÕs stomach seconds later, and
moving heavily upward, like some slug finding purchase on a flat rock. The
men wedged their cocks stiffly up toward each otherÕs chests, their balls
hanging heavily between their legs, eager to spend. Their lips met. They
shared breath.
ÒUse your tongues,Ó Mrs. Aaronson ordered them, snapping away as
Stan and Joe performed an act that had always struck them as beyond
taboo since they first realized they were boys. With her finger seeking
EmilyÕs bottom hole again, and finding it and poking it, Mrs. Aaronson
photographed the men as they rammed their tongues, quite suddenly, into
each otherÕs mouths. It was as if, denied the opportunity to stick their
penises into something, they fucked with their tongues instead. In and out
their tongues now went, each man vying for dominance of the other. At
the same time they extended the battle downward; Joe grabbed StanÕs
cock, which was pressed up hard against his belly. In retaliation, Stan
seized JoeÕs big boner.
ÒTch! DonÕt be school boys and make each other cum,Ó Mrs. Aaronson
snapped at the two men, while taking more pictures of them. ÒThis isnÕt
WWF wrestling. I want you two to make love to each other. ThereÕs oil
and condoms on the nightstand.Ó Stan and Joe disentangled themselves
from each other. Mouths separated, hands reluctantly left cocks. Joe, who
was closest to the nightstand, turned and picked up a condom. He brought
it to his mouth and ripped it open with his teeth. Then, with Stan
watching, he eased the condom over the end of StanÕs penis. The older
manÕs cock dripped pre-cum into the rolled condom. Slowly Joe passed his
hands up StanÕs jutting hard-on, unrolling the condom to its very end. Even
then, some of StanÕs tool remained uncovered, for he was longer than the
condom could accommodate.
ÒNow put some oil on it. You donÕt want him ripping your mucosa,Ó
Mrs. Aaronson ordered Joe. The younger man looked at her.
ÒWhat?Ó he asked, perplexion showing on his face.
ÒYour butt hole,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said, and gave Emily yet another stab
with her fingers, sending the girl shooting up on her toes again. By now
Emily had completely lost the will to try to keep her breasts covered.
Instead she let them jut forth, her nipples hard as little stones on her soft
wobbly tits, her hands rubbing her towel against her belly. If Mrs.
Aaronson was true to her word Emily would soon feel more than a finger
at her hiney-hole. Indeed, she would feel whatever Mrs. Aaronson had in
store for her right up to her belly. The thought made her tremble with
fearful expectation.
Mr. Aaronson did not help matters at this point. Coming upstairs, his
feet beating on the steps as he hurried up to the second floor, he was
heard going into the bedroom that he shared with Mrs. Aaronson, which
was next to the one she was in now with her newfound friends.
Announcing to someone that he was erect, he could be heard getting onto
their bed. A moment later the less-than-willing recipient of his hard-on
could be heard. It was Bill!
ÒMr. Aaronson, is this really necessary?Ó Bill asked in a horrified
voice.
ÒYes. IÕm afraid it is. Stay just as you are. It wonÕt hurt a bit,Ó Mr.
Aaronson said. A second later the young college boy could be heard letting
out a scream. Emily giggled with fear-laden sympathy. The boy was
getting popped by Mrs. AaronsonÕs husband! Joe looked at Stan as the
fucking in the next bedroom proceeded; squeals from Bill were
accompanied by bed-creaking sounds and something that sounded like
groans of triumph from the old man.
ÒBertie! ThatÕs the most energy IÕve heard him have since I met
him,Ó Mrs. Aaronson, who clearly had married her husband for reasons
other than his sexual prowess, exclaimed. Then she smiled at Emily and
gave her a kiss, producing another shout from the girl as she love-stabbed
her again in her butthole with her long-nailed finger.
ÒIÕm going to oil your cock,Ó Joe said to Stan with newfound
tenderness, as the awkward fucking in the next room proceeded.
ÒAlright,Ó Stan said to Joe. Turning around, showing his ass briefly
to Stan as he turned, Joe picked up the bottle of oil off the nightstand.
With his own cock still uncovered, he aimed the bottle of oil high above
StanÕs erection and squeezed its sides.
Splurt! The first shot missed StanÕs penis completely, putting a wet
spot on the bedsheet. Joe laughed and lowered the bottle, his cock
throbbing and jumping with joy. Again he squirted; this time he hit Stan,
about in the center of his long pole, along the top, wetting the latex
sheath that held his manhood in its grip. Both men were surprisingly
happy. It was as if some long suppressed fear had suddenly burst upon
them, and they found it not so inconsolably awful as they had feared. Joe
gave StanÕs dick more squirts. Soon the older male was dripping with oil,
and Joe looked up at him with loving eyes.
ÒHow do you want it?Ó Stan asked Joe. This statement jolted the
younger man. He seemed uncomfortably delivered from his pleasure and he
said,
ÒWait. We havenÕt decided that yet. YouÕve got to do me now.Ó
ÒNot if youÕre the one getting it,Ó Stan countered, obviously eager to
have his penis inside something at last, something more than just a
condom. He had been holding himself back all night and now the moment of
bliss was soon to be upon him, or so he hoped, casting a glance at Mrs.
Aaronson and her camera. ÒYou know I canÕt fuck him and not cum,Ó Stan
said to Mrs. Aaronson, and she nodded in reply.
ÒBut first you must give Joe the same comfort and pleasure of
having his penis wrapped,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said to Stan. ÒYouÕre both doing
very well. DonÕt let me down now,Ó she advised. Snap! Went her camera
again, drenching both men in a burst of light from its flash.
ÒOw! Ow! Ow!Ó came from the next bedroom, where Bill was
unceremoniously, and quite painfully, it seemed, losing his butt-virginity
to Mrs. AaronsonÕs aged husband.
ÒEmily! Keep next to me,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said, turning to the 15-
year-old girl. She had begun edging away from the woman, easing her
bottom off her intrusive finger. At Mrs. AaronsonÕs command, Emily again
moved close to the woman. The older womanÕs hand returned, caressing
EmilyÕs bulbing cheeks softly. Emily held her breath. In a second Mrs.
Aaronson would stick her finger inside her again, inbetween her cheeks,
and the bottomhole torture would begin all over again. Emily tightened
herself, straining to make her cheeks clench so tightly that Mrs. Aaronson
couldnÕt get her finger in. But the woman laughed, feeling EmilyÕs
squeezing. ÒNothing can save you from me, dearest,Ó Mrs. Aaronson told
the girl. And indeed, a few moments later, when Emily briefly relaxed her
hinds, Mrs. Aaronson was in her again, making Emily squeal anew at the
stabbing touch of her finger.
Joe handed Stan a condom from the nightstand. As a kind of loving
gesture he ripped the packet open with his teeth before handing it to the
man. Stan took it and massaged JoeÕs cock briefly with his hand, their
eyes both clashing and loving each other. Then he began the slow task of
unrolling the rubber up JoeÕs cock. With each movement of StanÕs hands
Joe gasped and looked down at himself. He was so hard he threatened to
spurt at any moment. How embarrassing it would be to do it as Stan was
trying to get him covered with the condom!
ÒThere,Ó Stan said at last. The condom was stretched tightly all the
way up JoeÕs length. A little of JoeÕs dick stuck out the back of it, for like
Stan, he was bigger in length than the makers of the condom had planned
for. Joe reached down to the bedsheet, where the bottle of oil was lying,
and handed the bottle to Stan. The older man held it close to JoeÕs dick
and began wetting him. ÒIÕm finished,Ó Stan said, when Joe was, like Stan,
dripping oil onto the bed from the entire length of his condom-covered
penis. ÒNow turn around.Ó
A groan of accomplishment came to the foursome from the bedroom
next door.
ÒOh, God, Mr. Aaronson,Ó Bill could be heard moaning, as something
like a decoupling seemed to be taking place.
ÒThere. You are virgin no more,Ó Mr. Aaronson said with satisfaction
to the young college boy. ÒNow when some gay blade invites you to the
YMCA you wonÕt have to worry about getting your butt popped. You already
are!Ó
ÒOh God did you have to do it so hard?Ó Bill responded.
ÒTurn around,Ó Stan said to Joe.
ÒDo I have to?Ó Joe asked. He looked toward Mrs. Aaronson.
ÒTonight the boys do the boys and the girls do the girls,Ó Mrs.
Aaronson said, giving Emily another poke.
ÒAlright,Ó Joe said in a suddenly resigned voice. He turned.
ÒBend forward,Ó Stan ordered, his voice drenched now with lust. Joe
obeyed. Coming at him then like a stallion mounting a mare, Stan took
hold of the young manÕs hips with his hands. At the same moment his long,
oiled cock bumped against JoeÕs hindquarters. With a slight adjustment of
his posture Stan made sure that the next contact of his cock with the
manÕs rump hit the mark.
ÒOh God!Ó Joe cried, feeling Stan knocking against his back door.
ÒHold still,Ó Stan commanded. He gave his hips a jerk. Suddenly Joe
felt the pressure upon his rear hole intensify greatly. As his breath
belched wondrously from his chest, his eyes gaping wide, he felt Stan go
for the gold; or, rather, for the shit. The older man was in him with a
stabbing thrust, JoeÕs boyish cheeks quite unable to keep him out. As
Emily felt Mrs. AaronsonÕs finger in her bottom, Joe felt himself invaded
by Stan. Deeper the older man thrust, shoving more breath from JoeÕs
chest.
ÒYouÕre going in too deep!Ó Joe suddenly announced, in a voice loud
enough to be heard by Mr. Aaronson next door, who gave a surprised and
hearty chuckle. Emily held her breath. She watched as Stan rewarded
JoeÕs cry with yet another thrust, pushing his cock even more deeply into
the other man. When Stan was in almost to the root of himself, he
squeezed JoeÕs hips hard with his hands. Then he said, with a grin of
satisfaction,
ÒNow youÕre going to get it!Ó
At last Stan was free to cum. He knew this, and with delight he
began using the other manÕs back hole as a way of bringing himself off.
Since he wasnÕt gay, Stan never thought of doing Joe the courtesy of
reaching down and frigging the younger manÕs penis. StanÕs whole focus
was on using Joe for his ejaculatory pleasure, and as for poor Joe, he
would have to do himself with his own hand, like some little boy
masturbating over Penthouse. Back and forth Stan now jerked his hips,
kneeling triumphantly on the bed, his back erect, his stiff cock plowing
JoeÕs butthole. Emily watched, her own bottomhole violated by Mrs.
AaronsonÕs finger. When Stan came, his face turned red and he rodded Joe
even more fiercely, the younger man crying out as he felt himself nearly
fucked to the point of having his bottomhole torn. When in the quiet
moments afterward Stan pulled himself free, Joe rolled down onto the bed
onto his side, his right hand clutching his penis while his left reached
back to examine, with a fearful gaze on his face, the damage done to his
bottom. In JoeÕs hand his penis was now shrinking; he had brought himself
off with his own hand, while Stan speared him from the rear.
Mrs. Aaronson put down her camera on the end of the bed. Pulling her
finger free of Emily, she clapped her hands.
ÒVery good, men! And IÕve got it all on film,Ó Emily said to her two
would-be lovers, who had been persuaded to spend themselves with each
other instead. ÒAnd now as you both recover IÕll help stimulate you by
giving you a performance of myself with Emily!Ó Mrs. Aaronson turned to
her young charge. The mischief was in her eyes. A wickedly beautiful
smile adorned her face. Whispering softly, running her hand up EmilyÕs
arm as she spoke, Mrs. Aaronson said, ÒEmily, would you please get on the
bed?Ó
ÒW-Why?Ó Emily asked in a trembling voice. Instinctively she
reached for Mrs. AaronsonÕs hand again, which had held her own for much
of the night. But Mrs. Aaronson pulled back. Emily was to mount the bed,
she could see by looking into Mrs. AaronsonÕs eyes. It was to be her
moment, where they separated, only to join again!
Emily turned and looked at the two spent men on the bed. She walked
over to the bed, and put one knee up on the side of it. Then she drew up her
other knee, and, kneeling on the bed, she moved forward. The men received
her with kisses and outstretched hands, sleeking over her lovely young
body as she came within reach. But they were spent from their own
loving. Their cocks did not stand to attention as they had all night,
instead lying helpless, like sleeping coiled snakes, between their legs.
They attempted to compensate with tongues and seeking hands, but Mrs.
Aaronson told them to lie back and watch the show. Fearfully Emily
looked over her shoulder. As she knelt straight-backed on the bed, her
knees planted on it, her thighs stretching up to her plump young behind,
she saw that the seat of her worries was exactly what Mrs. Aaronson was
looking at. Not at EmilyÕs face, not at this moment, but at her bottom!
ÒEmily, I have a present for you,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said, leaning down
and pulling up an old trunk sitting at the foot of the bed.
ÒA present? What?Ó Emily asked. Her eyes glowed with
hopefulness. Perhaps she would be delivered from her fears. With her
bare breasts swinging, Mrs. Aaronson reached down into the trunk. She
drew up something that Emily, seeing her lug it upward, seeing her heavy
womanÕs bosoms shake, assumed might be a baseball bat. Was she to be
clubbed? But the object in Mrs. AaronsonÕs hand was not quite as large as
a baseball bat. It was a large donkey sized dildo, 12 inches at least, and it
had been designed for the most evil of entries. Its swollen penis head was
actually rather sleek and narrow, unlike a real manÕs cock. Then after the
head came the beginning of the shaft, and here too the designer had
showed his awful desire. The shaft behind the head was thin, gradually
thickening as the shaft lengthened. At its base it was very wide, as big as
a fist, as thick as a baseball. One of the men, catching on to Mrs.
AaronsonÕs plans, threw her the bottle of oil. Mrs. Aaronson set it down in
the trunk and pulled up a soft leather harness. It was thin all around; she
stepped into it and donned it as one might put on a pair of underpants that
consisted of little more than a thick string. When it was wedged up round
her waist, its thin gusset wedged up in Mrs. AaronsonÕs cunt and inside the
cheeks of her womanÕs behind, Mrs. Aaronson fastened the cock to the
front of it. The big dong now hung erectly off her pubis, its base settled
into her pubic hair. Mrs. Aaronson picked up the bottle of oil. Still
smiling wickedly, she squirted the oil up and down the length of the big
hard penis.
ÒBend over, Emily,Ó Mrs. Aaronson told the hapless girl, kneeling in
the bed with her head arched back, her neck straining as she watched her.
ÒThis present is for your bottom, Emily,Ó Mrs. Aaronson explained, as if
one might be telling a toddler about the use of a potty. ÒBend over, dear,Ó
Mrs. Aaronson urged. ÒI wonÕt let it hurt any more than it has to.Ó
Stan and Joe reached up toward the girl. Grasping her by her tits,
one taking each boob in his hand, the two men pulled Emily forward. With
a shriek the girl found her face pulled down to the bed, level with her
knees. Her bottom arched high, its cheeks trembling now as Mrs. Aaronson
climbed into bed behind Emily. The woman put her small sleek hands on
EmilyÕs hips. At the same moment the big dong banged against EmilyÕs
right bottom cheek. Emily shrieked again, but the men raised themselves
up and held her down by her shoulders. Joe, perhaps in sympathy, rubbed
the small of EmilyÕs back. Mrs. Aaronson had the bottle of oil with her and
she now squirted it into EmilyÕs bottom hole. The wetness surprised the
girl, making her cry out again. EmilyÕs right hand pushed a finger between
EmilyÕs cheeks and touched her hole; she sleeked the oil within, jabbing
Emily with her finger. The girl shouted and Mrs. Aaronson laughed. Then
the woman gripped the big hard cock. Raising it slightly, she nosed it
between the cheeks of EmilyÕs bottom. She presented its oiled head to the
tight aperture of EmilyÕs heinie.
ÒMiss bottom, this is Mr. cock,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said in amused voice.
Then with sweetness and determination she shifted her hips abruptly
forward. Emily shouted as she felt the wicked instrument go plowing into
her tight nether hole.
ÒNo!Ó Emily shrieked. The men held her down. Mrs. Aaronson jerked
her hips again, shoving the thing in deeper. It was specially designed for
bottom entry, with its sleek narrow head and upper shaft. Squeeze her
cheeks though she did, Emily could not hold it back. She was oiled, it was
oiled, like a gearshaft on a determined machine, wedging itself between
two soft squeezing pillows, it made its entry into EmilyÕs colon. ÒOoooh!
Ahhh! Stop! No more!Ó Emily pleaded. Tears sprang to her eyes and
streamed down the cheeks of her face. But with her face pressed hard to
the bedsheet, nobody saw. Instead all eyes were focused on her sweetly
uprearing bottom, and on what was being done to it. Mrs. Aaronson pushed
again, going deeper; suddenly Mr. Aaronson appeared in the bedroomÕs
doorway.
ÒWhat are you up to dear?Ó Mr. Aaronson asked.
ÒJust fucking one of our guests,Ó Mrs. Aaronson answered genially,
giving a huff and another push in the process; driving deeper into Emily,
her bosoms heaving along with the girlÕs as she stuck herself into her ass.
ÒOh. The girl. What was her name?Ó Mr. Aaronson observed from the
doorway. To Mrs. AaronsonÕs surprise, with the strip of the cock harness
rubbing against her clit, she couldnÕt remember. SheÕd known it just a
moment ago, when she was commanding the girl to bend over.
ÒI... forget,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said, and ground her hips more deeply
forward, penetrating Emily still further, causing the girl to shriek with
embarrassment and dismay. Like a soldier wielding a bayonette, Mrs.
Aaronson now began a pumping action in EmilyÕs behind. She drew back a
little, granting Emily some much needed relief. Then suddenly she lurched
forward, driving the cock even deeper. Mr. Aaronson laughed from the
doorway, clapping his hands as he saw sweat appear on his wifeÕs brow.
ÒI think youÕre doing it, honey, youÕre becoming a real man,Ó Mr.
Aaronson complimented his wife.
ÒOnly in talent with this dong, I hope,Ó Mrs. Aaronson said. She
grunted and gave Emily more of the fake cock. The girlÕs shriek became a
scream and she realized the fucking would go on as long as her hostess
wished; the cock could never grow soft. It would plow her bottom until
she died if Mrs. Aaronson wished.
But Mrs. Aaronson did not wish to see Emily harmed by the device.
Seeing that she had avoided tearing the soft lining of the girlÕs rectum,
she drew herself back. She pulled the thing free of Emily. Mrs. Aaronson
pushed the cock harness down to her knees. She flipped back her long dark
hair with her hand and then wiggled her knees forward on the bed. The
cock harness slipped down over her calves, the cock itself still attached
to it, showing brown staining now as a result of fucking EmilyÕs bottom.
Brown stain was smeared too within and around EmilyÕs bottom hole. She
had gotten quite a fucking. Mr. Aaronson strode forward. He ordered Joe
to open the nightstand, which had a cabinet door built into it. Joe obeyed,
reaching off the bed. Inside, closest to the front of the open cabinet, was
a box of Kleenex.
ÒWipe your ass and EmilyÕs too,Ó Mr. Aaronson told Joe, seeing as the
man rolled onto his side to get the Kleenex that he had the same brown
stain twixt his ass cheeks as Emily did.
ÒHere. IÕll wipe your ass,Ó Stan offered to Joe. And so Stan wiped
JoeÕs ass, while Mrs. Aaronson wiped EmilyÕs. Meanwhile Mr. Aaronson
strode round the base of the bed to the nightstand. He got out a packet of
Handi-Wipes. He gave them to the lovers. The foursome wiped their
hands, and then it was time for more love-making. Stan, just becoming
erect, mounted poor Emily. She had collapsed onto her side but he urged
her to kneel bottom-up again. With Mrs. Aaronson applying oil to his dick
and to EmilyÕs bottom, he entered her already-violated hiney hole. This
time Emily wasnÕt so lucky and her mucosa was torn. When Stan, having
discharged himself in EmilyÕs bottom, withdrew, his dick was stained
with blood as well as shit.
ÒOh you poor girl,Ó Mrs. Aaronson told Emily. But the hostess was
still smiling, for a bottom-tearing wasnÕt the end of a world. In a few
days Emily would heel, her healing spurred no doubt by all the healthy
vigorous sperm that had been pumped into her. Joe, becoming hard,
followed in the path laid down by his former lover. He too wanted to stick
himself in EmilyÕs behind, as if to regain his manliness, and he did,
despite EmilyÕs injury, fucking her thoroughly and tearing her mucosa a
little more in the process. Then it was Mr. AaronsonÕs turn. Inspired by
the younger men he was now hard again. He mounted the bed behind Emily
and, with his wife and Stan and Joe holding Emily down, he too tried her
bottom, fucking her more gently however for he didnÕt want to increase
the extent of her injuries.
Then Mrs. Aaronson, not to be outdone by the men in fucking, put on
the dildo and harness again. EmilyÕs eyes widened to saucers as she lifted
her head and weepily looked back. But Mrs. Aaronson intended now to use
the girl as God had intended. Rolling Emily on her back, spreading her legs,
she thrust the fake cock into EmilyÕs twat. The girl cried out; but there
was evident relief and happiness mingled with the pain of this new entry.
Her insides, though girlishly tight, expanded more readily to accommodate
this intrusion. As her bottom cheeks clenched against the bed she felt the
cock thrust into her vagina, up to her womb. Mrs. Aaronson fucked her
with abandon. At last the hostess withdrew, leaving a panting and
thoroughly pillaged Emily in her wake. But the men were now hard again,
and they insisted on doing to Emily as Mrs. Aaronson had done. The night
was a long one; Emily was fucked repeatedly until exhaustion at last
claimed them all. Stan fell asleep with his dick inside EmilyÕs cunt.
The next morning, when they had risen and pissed and showered, they
went their separate ways. Emily never saw Stan or Joe again; they were
popular young men and she was an increasingly busy girl. Mrs. Aaronson
gave Emily a goodbye peck on her cheek, as safe and sedate as if she was
sending the girl off to school in the morning. Mr. Aaronson drove her home;
he might have been her father, it seemed, driving her through London.
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-- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org
http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org
http://www.aclu.org
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