You are so hot and sexy! Why don’t you come on in?” I replied. “Oh my God, Tom. Ummmm… Let me run these things upstairs and I’ll be right th...ere!” she replied, turned and ran up the stairs. I went into the bathroom and wiped the cum off of myself. As I walked out of the bathroom, I heard my front door opening. “Tom?” I heard her say. “Come on back.” I yelled as my cock immediately got rock hard again. I started walking through the dining room and we met at the corner. She looked down at my hard. I was close to cumming when that damn voice started again. It said, "Are you deaf? I said If you play with it you will come. Not spelled c u m but c o m e.”What a time for a fuckin' spelling bee.I stopped masturbating and wondered who was behind this voice.I then thought, who cares and went back to masturbating until I came.The following day, I woke up with the sudden urge to plow under a few acres of cucumbers and build a baseball field. All my neighbors thought I was nuts. Some asked why I. Men are shocked when confronted by tales of girls exploring their own bodies for sexual gratification, go online today and be flooded by numerous webcams of nymphets, frigging their fledgling pussies for the world to see, eager to please old men watching them, getting off on the positive feedback, savoring the seeding, my own daughter has hundreds of men in her private contact listing, she is a girl who must have a few before signing out for the day.The school wireless system allowing contact. Fuck.” There was no relief from the assault he brought down on my abused snatch. My head lolled, eyes closing, and I cried out in wails; my pussy clenched down as his cock battered it. Every muscle tensed; the staccato sound of his panting was punctuated by my aching cries. I rode the high, every sweet aching moment of it, my crashing peak imminent. Rough hands latched on to the circle of my neck, cupped along the jawline, squeezed tight. “Look at me, damn it,” he cursed turning my face towards.