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The Kiss

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Chapter 6

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A teenage girl who feels like she needs to practice risky behavior puts herself in a terrifying situation that makes her question everything, including whether or not she deserved what happened to her while exposing herself in public. What she finds changes her life forever. WARNING: Brutal Rape Scene. The story is not about rape, but something else. From the best-selling author of Potential and Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Coercion   NonConsensual   Rape   Heterosexual   Fiction   Crime   Humiliation   Rough   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Oral Sex   Violence  

There wasn’t an or else, but I sensed the unspoken words in his tone. I had to give him a great blow job or something bad would happen.

I had sucked a few dicks before, and I had enjoyed it because it gave me control, and it was considered nasty by many of the girls I knew, so that made it even better, but I didn’t feel in control now.

The thick bulb punched through my lips into my mouth. This wasn’t a boy’s narrow six inches, and none of the guys at school ever shoved their dick halfway down my throat.

The man behind me pushed on the back of my head. I struggled for air. The black man drew back, I gasped, and he thrust back into my face. My eyes flooded. The hand on my head forced me to take even more. I choked, blowing air and spit from my stretched lips.

I pretended and sucked him off like I was enjoying myself. I prayed he would get off before I suffocated. My throat relaxed, and the man’s curly black hair came closer and closer to my nose. He rocked, relentlessly face fucking me. His heavy balls bounced off my chin. Mouth juices spilled over and dripped from my chin, soaking my shirt.

The groove between my tits was slippery. Mr. Clean’s dick stiffened, and his balls stopped swinging. I knew what that meant. Thank God, it’s almost over, I thought. Then I imagined the man squirting his load all over my face and wondered what was wrong with me.

 
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