I returned from the bathroom with my shaving cream; menthol, it would burn a bit.I returned from the bathroom with my shaving cream; menthol, it would burn a bit. I lathered up her pussy and began scraping away all that disgusting evidence of her maturity. She whimpered and moaned, asking me why I was doing it, complaining that I was hurting her, that the shaving cream burned, but I noticed that her clit spasmed involuntarily as I continued scraping, and I asked her again who had porked her. "You don't really want to make me mad when I have a razor at your pussy do you?" I asked her. "uncle larry" she whispered. "Uncle Larry," I repeated. "So Uncle Larry shoved his big hot dick into your tight little box. Was he the first?" I asked her. She was sobbing uncontrollably as I described her encounter with this relative. "Did he bust your cherry?" "N-n-no no no no no," she choked, "he he he... he let his fr.. his friend Bob do it the very first time in my... in my... while he did it ... d-d-d-did it in in in my m-m-m-mouth," she wailed. It was an old story, I heard it from all these little pukes, their father or some uncle or neighbor or priest or rabbi or little league coach had been poking them in one hole or other so they ran away from home. |