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Subject: {ASSM} Her only friend - nc rape best inc Mf
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Her only friend - nc rape best inc Mf
By David Lavenham
Feedback welcome at davidlavenham@hotmail.com
The dogs hot breath was on here ear as his rock hard and red hot dick pushed
deep into her pussy. Above it's panting she could hear the sounds of village
life going on just beyond the entrance to the rough lime washed outbuilding.
The only thing between those outside in the street and the bestial fucking
going on inside was the old sacking nailed up across the door.
The waves of pleasure emanating from her tight pussy were the one pleasure
she lived for, her release from the red dust encrusted poverty of small town
India. Gavunipalli was a dying town, anyone with cash or ambition had headed
to Bangalore leaving behind those without hope.
The dog was fucking her faster now, building towards its canine climax. She
had been fucked by the big stray mongrel many times. She had befriended it
as it roamed the town and, as it became her trusted friend, she began to
understand the pleasure and comfort it could bring her; the thrill of its
tongue on her pussy and the pleasure of its thin but rock hard penis inside
her.
She gasped as the dog came, tiny lightning bolts of pleasure radiating from
her clitoris as she accepted its seed into her body. Then, her desire
satiated for a little while she slipped back into her dirty yellow dress and
lay down to snooze with the dog on the dirt floor.
"Ah, there you are my precious", She woke with a start at her fathers voice.
He was a big man, almost filling the entrance to the shack. He looked behind
him furtively then came into the room, the bright glare of sunshine once
more disappearing behind the sacking door. She knew what he wanted; it was
the same nearly every day.
"Get out you mongrel!", he shouted as he shooed the dog from the room with a
clap of his hands, the he spoke to her softly, his arms held out wide.
"Come to me my precious" he said, enveloping her in his big arms. He stroked
her hair then lifted her dress over her head, "you are beautiful my little
one. I am a lucky man"
He ran his fingers down her body to her hairless pussy, "Precious, you are
very wet today, you have been dreaming about your daddy?"
She did not answer, he never responded even when she did. This talk was just
the usual monologue that lead up to the inevitable violation of her body, a
way for him to convince himself she was a willing participant in his
fantasy.
He had his dick in his hand now. It was huge, maybe 10 inches long, with a
big bulbous head. He stroked himself while he fingered her pussy. Keen to
get it over with she turned away from him and, with her hands on the wall,
thrust her coffee colored bottom in the air with her legs slightly open.
He held her waist, lifting her slightly, and then he began to fuck her, his
big dick forcing its way deeper into her tight little cunt with every
stroke. He started to pant, the one blessing was he never lasted long, and
after a few strokes he groaned as his incestuous seed flowed into her,
mixing with the dog cum already deep in her pussy.
He pulled his cock out of her and wiped it clean on her dress before handing
the garment back to her. He never spoke once he had fucked her. He just left
as if nothing had happened.
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