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A Summer to Remember (curtainwith83 & D.E. 666)

Lana heard his groans of pleasure as her forced her to take him, her eyes watering as she whimpered in pain. And it wasn't just physical pain. She had trusted him after he had promised her first time wouldn't be like this. As he grabbed her waist firmly while she tried to pull away, she closed her eyes tightly as he pushed her down until she was sitting completely in his lap once more with his cock buried deep inside of her.

The girl felt as if he were tearing her apart as he held her in his lap. Her walls were hot, tight and wet around his cock while the evidence of her innocence ran down his cock a bit while she gave a muffled whimper.

For what seemed like hours but was actually only a little while, Lana sat there staring into his eyes with a look of betrayal in her eyes before she felt him begin to lift her. As she was pulled up, she made a soft sound in the back of her throat before making a sound of discomfort as he pulled her back down, filling her with his shaft over again. As she was moved over and over again, her hands gripped his shoulders tighter and her nails lightly dug into his skin a bit.
 
Mark just keep going, letting their groans fill the room. Her fear, and her discomfort only served to get him off all the more. The sharpness he felt when she dug into him was just a turn on, and a reminder of how young she was and what he was actually getting with Lana.

His breathing was heavy, and faster, and he spoke in broken phrases as he continued to make her fuck him.

"Mmm...god Lana...you're doing good...good...just keep going"

His hands ran up and down her legs and up under her sweatshirt, but always back to her hips to make her keep going up and down. He wanted to cum, and could do so in an instant, but this was too good not to prolong.
 
Lana could hear the sounds of his pleasure as he made her move along his cock, his heavy breathing mixing with his groans and the sound of their hips meeting over and over again. She could feel his cock filling her over and over again, the sharp pain slowly dulling to an ache as he moved her. As he began speaking, her face reddening a bit as he told her that she was doing good and to keep going, some of her hair falling in her face again as her body moved.

Because of how her legs were positioned on either side of him, it would be difficult for her to get out of his lap quickly, so when he ran his hands up beneath her sweatshirt, she didn't think to move. With a soft whimper, she rested her head against his shoulder, the soft sweet scent of her shampoo filling the air as her hair brushed his cheek. With her resting her head against his shoulder, her perky breasts could be felt against his chest through the many layers between them.

As the pain went away, because he was fairly big, she could feel his shaft occasionally brushing against her clit and she gasped softly, the feeling making her body shudder a little.
 
For the next several minutes, all that was heard in the living room were the ominous groans of Mark and whimpers of Lana, moving up and down steadily, though not by any means quick enough to bring about an end to their encounter.

Mark's hands casually roamed about her lower half, his hands gliding along her smooth upper thighs, head rolling around his shoulders.

"That a girl Lana...take that sweatshirt off...go ahead and get rid of the rest of that stuff for me..."
 
For a while, all Lana felt was the pain from him taking her virginity and the occasional pleasure from the shaft of the mans cock rubbing her sensitive clit. But gradually the girls pain faded though there was still a slightly dull ache while his hands roamed about her lower body. She felt his hands moving over her slender and soft yet firm thighs while her head lightly rolled against his shoulder.

When she was told to remove her sweatshirt and get ride of the rest of the stuff for him, her face reddened a bit more as she blushed. Knowing that she didn't really have much of a choice, Lana released his shoulders before grasping the hem of her sweater and lifted it up over her head. She'd worn a t-shirt beneath her sweater, so that came off with the sweater.

With her tops off, it left her sitting in his lap with his cock buried in her while she wore just her flats and the matching light blue lace bra that matched the underwear she'd been wearing. The bra cupped her perky breasts nicely, covering her breasts until just above her nipples so the swell of her breasts were completely exposed.
 
Mark leaned back, watching Lana disrobe for him as she stayed mounted on his shaft. With one arm stretched out over the back of the sofa, the other lightly grazed her bottom, making sure she kept grinding back and forth on him.

"Mmm that a girl Lana...mmm..."

His words sputtered out between groans as his hand drifted up, pushing her head towards him and forcing his tongue down into her throat as his hips thrust up.
 
Lana hated that he leaned back and relaxed as if this was something that he did everyday and that this wasn't a life changing event for the teenage girl as he made her grind against him. Hearing him speak again, Lana flushed a little brighter red. But the moment he grasped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, she squeaked in shock and was about to pull back when he thrust up into her.

When he did, it made her gasp and gave him the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. With her pulled against him, her breasts pressed against his chest and the new position made it possible for his long, thick cock to go even deeper still into her newly deflowered body.

The girls hands became trapped between them, having come to rest against his chest after taking off her tops.
 
Mark's tongue swirled around Lana's, and the slurping of their mouths along with the rhythmic 'thwap' of her bottom on his thighs became the soundtrack of this living room on an almost eerily quiet day in the neighborhood.

His hands pushed the straps of her bra over her shoulders, allowing her supple breasts to fall out over the cups as he continued to help her rock back and forth. He loved making out with her, not because it provided any immense physical pleasure, but rather, it was something lovers did, and here young Lana was forced into something full of anything but love.
 
Lana's head was swimming from everything that was going on. The deep kissing that he was doing made it a little hard to breath, the sound of her backside landing in his lap filled her ears while the feeling of him moving in and out of her was a mix of a light pain and pleasure. As his hands moved up to her bra, she pulled her hands out from between them while he slipped the straps of her bra down, making a soft sound as her breasts spilled free of her bra.

Since she still wore the bra, the cups of the bra pushed up her breasts, so even without it really holding her breasts, the bra still pushed them up. After a bit, Lana placed her hands upon his chest and pushed hard enough to break the kiss, panting softly as she tried to catch her breath. The heavier breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall a bit faster, her pale breasts occasionally rubbing against his chest.
 
Mark's attention turned from kissing Lana down further to her pert young breasts, now exposed for his delight. His hips moved up into her at a slow pace, providing a sort of unspoken signal as to the speed at which he wanted the young girl to continue bouncing on his cock. No need to hurry things along, he thought to himself. Every subtle movement and sound, down to the panting as she broke his kiss, was a turn on.

Meanwhile, his hands roamed up between her arms, ever so gently fondling her breasts, lightly squeezing one in each hand. His fingers ran all around them before eventually pushing her back in order to dip his head and kiss them. Every movement was incredibly deliberate, as he sought to prolong this particular encounter as long as possible.
 
Lana closed her eyes, her face flushed a rosy pink hue as he turned his gaze down to her breasts. Each time their hips met, even though it wasn't very hard, her breasts bounced a little. The girl could feel him moving his hips up against her, his cock moving in and out of her at a slow pace. It wasn't hard for Lana to figure out he wanted to prolong things.

When he began fondling her breasts, she made a soft sound in the back of her throat as his hands lightly squeezed them and his fingers ran over the soft, yet firm breasts. Lana was taken by surprise when he pushed her back, the sudden backwards momentum making her reach back quickly and grab his knees with her hands. Opening her eyes, she looked at him, watching as the man leaned in and kissed her breasts. With the way she was leaned back a bit, her back was arched slightly which caused her breasts to jut out a little.
 
Mark's hands eventually came to rest atop Lana's thighs, though he was done directing her for the time being and let her continue to fuck him on her own. As he finished licking her breasts he leaned back for a moment, noticing her position, fully exposed and enjoying the view as he watched himself go in and out of her.

He was in no hurry whatsoever. And really, why should he be? This would never get old, he thought. Every subtle movement, or noise, was a complete wonder. He simply sat back and grinned as he looked at her, then down at her breasts glistening ever so slightly now, her bra pushed further down as a result of his playing, almost around her waist, and her flats brushing his legs as she kept straddling him.

Without more than grunts and breaths, and a quick "here..." He guided her off with a hand on her side to kneel on the couch next to him. His head at the back of her hand told her all she needed to know as he pushed her down onto his cock, making her test not only him, but herself now, and with great deliberation, moved her up..and down...again and again.
 
Lana felt his hands come to a stop upon her thighs and her body slowed down a bit. Even though she wasn't physically tired, she was emotionally tired. As he leaned back and watched himself move in and out of her, Lana blushed a dark red while she continued to move. Her breasts were glistening where he'd licked them. The young woman could feel wires from her bra digging into her skin a little where he had pushed the bra down to.

After a little bit, she heard him speak up before feeling him move her off his lap. It was uncomfortable to move too much, but she did as directed and came to kneel next to him, hoping that perhaps it was either over or she'd get a break. But instead, he placed his hand upon the back of her head and pushed her down onto his cock. As he did so, the teen placed her hands upon his legs and briefly tried to fight him off. But because he was a grown man, he was stronger and able to do as he wished and she soon found herself with a mouthful of his hard cock once again.

Closing her eyes, Lana reluctantly suckled upon him as he moved her up and down over and over again.
 
Mark kept guiding, ever so slowly. Though he kept his hand at the back of her head, it was mostly to set the pace of her cocksucking this time, not to get off. He simply marveled at the view before him...this beautiful 14 year old girl, left in nothing but her flats and a scrunched up bra around her waist, probably tasting herself as she went up and down the length of his entire shaft.

He could do this all day, he thought to himself. And the beautiful part, he figured, was she probably could to. Unlike a woman his own age, Lana seemed to have boundless energy. He wondered if she was a cheerleader, or on the track team...he had never really inquired about her extracurriculars. Mark pondered all of this, ever so casually as she dutifully bobbed up and down on him. As much as he might want to do this all day, he knew she was probably not ready for any sort of day long 'fuckfest.' While her body could handle it, her mind likely would not, and it would be in his long term best interest to finish sooner than later.
 
Lana hated him for what he did and what he was currently doing, guiding her along his cock, the hard shaft moving in and out of the young womans mouth from tip to just about the base. Occasionally it would touch the back of her throat for a few seconds before she was able to pull back a bit only to have to take him back in again. The teen could indeed taste herself on him, the taste mixing with his as she bobbed up and down.

The teen hoped that he would finish soon, wanting to go home and rest, but she wouldn't be allowed to leave until he was done and said she could leave. Lana didn't know that eventually the man would want to probably want to go for a day full of this kind of stuff. Nor did she know that he barely knew anything about her.
 
Mark's hold on Lana's hair became a tad more forceful, and his pace quickened. As much as he wanted to prolong this encounter, his body won out, and the thoughts of all his potential future encounters were a turn on all the more. He loved the disgust that Lana had for this...he wondered how much of it was disgust with him, and how much was disgust with herself. It would be too easy, and not nearly as much fun, to find some slutty girl for this kind of arrangement. With Lana, he felt he had found the golden goose.

His breathing picked up, and again he gently directed her with one hand on her shoulder and with the other, taking her hand and stroking him as she laid back on the couch. He looked back over his shoulder...the sight below him was too much to take, but as he looked over the room, that offered no relief either. All he saw were Lana's clothes strewn about his living room...it was in a way, a symbolic image of an innocence lost.

Finally, with a grunt as he helped her with his hand on hers to stroke him, one knee on the couch and the other foot on the floor as she laid down, he exploded again, this time not in her mouth, but all over her from head to her thighs. Mark was literally out of breath, and amazed at the 'size' of his orgasm. There was just so much cum...far more than he had ever shot out with any other woman in his life to this point.

"Hold on..." He said between heavy breaths. "I've got something for you..."

He went up the stairs to his bedroom, leaving Lana to figure out how to clean herself up.
 
Lana grunted when he gripped her hair tighter and made her move faster on him, the girl closing her eyes tighter as his cock stroked in and out of her mouth. Her pouty pink lips were stretched around his cock while her tongue was caressing the underside. Even though she didn't want to, the teen could feel the throbbing veins of the underside of his cock against her tongue.

As she was directed a little later, she laid back on the couch while he guided one of her hands to his cock, making her stroke him while he knelt over her. When he grunted and reached his release, the girl made a sound of surprise and disgust as he came all over her. She turned her head to avoid getting much on her and she closed her eyes until after he was done.

After he said that he had something for her and left, she slowly sat up with a soft grunt. Remembering where he said that the bathroom was, she stood up and silently but quickly retreated to it after grabbing her clothes from around the room, being careful not to get cum on them. In the bathroom she used a mix of toilet paper, water and soap to clean herself off before slowly redressing. She hurt after what he'd done so she moved a little slugishly as she slipped on her underwear and pants, followed by her sweater.

Once dressed, she returned to the living room and waited for him to return.
 
Mark came down the stairs a few minutes later. He purposely waited...even when he didn't see Lana, it was a turn on. He loved the idea of her fumbling around a strange house in an effort to clean his cum off her body. Finally, clad only a pair of green and blue plaid boxers, he went back to the living room.

"Here...I told them I had a daughter..." He said, handing her a debit card with the name Lana Duncan on it.

"The pin is 8743...I figured this is easier than an envelope every time. And, if you're worried about cost, don't be."
 
Lana heard him coming back down after a little while and she looked over her shoulder to see him descending the steps. Once he reached the bottom, she turned to face him completely. When he held out the debit card, she frowned slightly while looking at it. At the mention that he'd told the bank he had a daughter, a brief thought that he was a sick man, slipped through her mind while she gazed up at the man.

For a long moment she just stared at him before taking it from him and slipping it into the pocket of her hoodie. "Thanks... I guess." she murmured, unsure of really what to do or say now. It showed on her face as she stood there with her head slightly bowed. She'd pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, clearly having been in a hurry to dress.
 
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