The story always starts with “that day”, doesn’t it? When recalling a past event that you can’t conveniently write down in your diary, you will always use “that day” to encompass the beginning of an event, and “that day” is mostly fictional, “that day” is “which day”, no longer remembered, but the shock of losing her virginity is something that every girl will never forget. “That day” is “which day”, no longer remember, but the loss of virginity that strong impact, but every girl life is unforgettable.
That morning, because of the renovation of the house, he asked me to go to help, he is the status of the gentry, but also my supervisor, there are some age, although occasionally also on the wine house, also had rumors, but the general public opinion is quite good, I can not wait to have the opportunity to be courteous, may be helpful for the future, and so early in the morning rushed to his house, help to scrub and wash, and he is on the side of the interesting to see my work.
The morning passed quickly, after the meal, we stood by the window and chatted, the furniture had not yet been moved to the house was still a mess, he looked around and sat on the ground, I was wearing a short skirt and could not sit on the ground with him, so I had to lean against the wall and chat with him, he thanked me for my help, consciously or unconsciously, but also revealed the message of wanting to pull out of the pew me, which I was very excited about, and it doubled the goodwill towards him.
In casual conversation, he asked some family trivia in an elder tone, and asked me if I had a boyfriend, I blushed and lowered my head, he stroked my ankles and gently patted, asked me not to be anxious that he would look for me, I was so grateful that I almost wept, even my father did not envision for me like this.
But the hand on the ankle didn’t move away, it still moved around it, he was so nice to me, he wouldn’t be thinking about me, how insulting it would be to him to shrink his foot, how could I doubt him?
The hand finally did not stop, and quietly up on the calf caress, I want to step back to get rid of his touch, but it was too late, he has taken my legs, both hands into the skirt, caressing both buttocks, my mind is blank actually do not know to scream, just trying to push him away, but not enough energy, the more I struggle, the more the skirt up, the white panties will inevitably fall into his eyes, he pulls me hard to lean on him, cheeks close to my lower body, I continue to struggle, but it is like rubbing his pussy, I do not know what to do, he kept touching me, while promising me a promotion and a raise, finally let me slowly soften. My lower body, I continue to struggle, but like a pussy in the rubbing him, really do not know what to do, he continued to touch me, while promising me a promotion and a raise, finally let me slowly soften down.
He finally stripped me naked and pushed me to the ground, squeezing on me indiscriminately, not caring whether there was lubrication or not, pulling open the zipper and stabbing, I couldn’t help but cry out, but he whimpered hard on it, and continued to thrust without pity, and finally I fainted from the pain.
That Day (Extra Part II)
When I regained my senses a little, I realized that he was still thrusting hard inside me, and my lower body was no longer as painful as it had been a while ago, but the ring of his belt pressed against my stomach, which made me very uncomfortable, so I tried to wriggle around a little bit in the hope of changing my position, but this action conveyed a message to him: I was also feeling pleasure, and so he poked and prodded me even harder, and within a few minutes, he hastily withdrew his prick, and a stream of semen instantly spewed out onto the small of my back. He then pulled out and spewed a stream of semen onto my belly.
My mind is a mess, I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to react, should I continue to lie naked, or should I get up and get dressed? How do I face my parents and friends? What will he tell me? His son was older than me, so he couldn’t possibly marry me, so… what should I do?
The cool semen still rested on the small of my back, a few drops took advantage of the curve to trickle downward, I reached out to catch it and casually wiped it dry on my body, what difference did it make if I wiped it on my body or any other part of my body when it was already filthy anyway?
He has not yet taken off his clothes, coldly sitting next to me to scrutinize my nude body, occasionally stretching out his index finger on the semen drawing circles, my lower body is no longer in pain, but his finger on the abdomen to bring the numbness brought about by the movement of itching, but I can not help but gasp, a young girl’s shyness has long been destroyed by him to exhaustion, the heart may be a faint sadness, perhaps a hint of complaint, but the wood has been turned into a boat and can do nothing about it? In his finger rampage, I can not help but hold up the waist loudly gasping, lower body obscene water flowed out in large quantities, his finger from the abdomen gradually moved down, violently inserted into the vagina, and keep thrusting, I swayed my lower body in an attempt to satisfy the craving of the lower body, but in the end can not be as deep as I wished, the depths of the body as if the bottomless sea, endless, I float grabbed him by the wrist and stuffed inside, still can not be as I wished. I no longer care about shame, reached out and stroked his prick, the residual lust and semen on the prick has dried up, forming a flaky white film on the prick, a little rough to the touch, I rhythmic it, but it is still limp and colorless, in the hands continue to sleep, I don’t know how to make it wake up, the snow-white flesh can only continue to wriggle uncomfortably under his fingers, he withdrew his fingers in the cunt, will be stained with the lust liquid it rubbed in my nipple, lowering his head to suck on it as he padded his hands under my buttocks and squeezed hard.
Numb itch more even more, hate to let him eat into the belly, to avoid suffering this torture, half the morning, his prick finally a little progress, gradually become a semi-hard state, I can’t wait to grab it to the inside, it can’t adapt to its tightness, repeatedly stuffed not into, I was anxious to run it foreskin down, the top of it can finally barely stuffed, by the abundance of water to thrust a few times and it slipped out of the disappointment, I can’t help but turn around, I couldn’t help but wooing and weeping.
This story is my little brother in the PUB with a woman gossip learned, I think the authenticity is quite high, this woman looks full of pure, was designed by the boss of the thing is very likely to happen, just this kind of supervisor’s behavior is not inevitably cold teeth, the details of the story a little bit added to the original intention and the fact that does not go against it, my little brother because of the plot just to catch up with the “that day” so with the name of the extra chapter! The story is still in progress, do you want to continue reading?