.. try it? Do it for you?" she whispered.A big glob of the white stuff bulged out of the little hole when she said that. He stumbled over to the bed a...nd flopped on it beside her. His hand came away and hers tentatively grasped that angry hard staff."Oooooo" she cooed as she realized it only looked rock hard. Actually it was spongy and felt really good in her hand. The tip leaked more sperm and she realized why the stain on his shorts was so big.And she was making it happen! Her pussy itched. Inflicting pain by squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples. He also rubbed and pinched my clit. All this made my choot wet. I could do nothing but suffer all his indignities.'Bas bahut hogaya. Haraamzadi ki choot bhi gilli hogayi hai. Chudwana chahati hai. Ab kaam ka taim hai (Enough. Bitch's cunt has become wet. She wants to be fucked. It is time to start now)' he said grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs as wide as he could.'Nahin Birju nahin. Mujhe chord de (No Birju no please. Let me. When we finally reached the barn by walking down an earthy pathway, we entered the barn, we climbed a ladder to take us to the first floor where an window faced the path we just walked it gave us a good lookout position if someone was approaching, I stood next to the wall and John said “Let’s see your pretty knickers Jay”, so I undid the belt of my jeans then lowered them to my ankles, to reveal skimpy knickers to John, I was wearing a pair of lilac lace panties, within seconds of admiring my. .." More Lessons From My Fisting Stepdad- Chapter 2 The bond between Stepdad and I has been strengthened over the last several months.Stepdad and I are bonded in the most intimate, personal connection. My ass. His fist. I can't begin to explain the level, the depth, the layers of meaning this connection has forged between us. We are one - his fist in my Boy cunt, his forearm fucking my stretching Boy pussy. The physical connection of him inside me has created this invisible strand between us. I.