Year 3: Shane and Emily

"Which one is this?"

Shane forced his fingertips into her wet opening, shoving his finger deeper between Emily's chubby pink lips. His breath rolled across her forehead hot and sticky, they both stared at the flickering colors on the television screen as Emily let out a little moan, squeezing around Shane's finger like they'd practiced...

"I don't know," she mumbled, glancing up at him plaintively, underneath her pretty blonde curls escaping her little bow.

He grinned and forced another finger into her swollen hole and up against her cervix.

Emily squealed, rising up on her knees slightly. She felt Shane's hand on her hips pulling her back down on his palm and in his lap, his thick fingertips rubbing the walls of her pussy insistantly, spreading the edges of her lacy green skirt out around their legs once again as her mother swept by, grabbing the couch pillows off the floor.

"You two shouldn't sit so close to the T.V.!" She shouted behind her back as she stepped into the brightly lit kitchen. "And supper is almost ready!"

She felt his warm palm ride up her spine. Pushing her forward he pulled his fingers out of her stretched red opening. Slowly. When he was almost out of her sore pink hole, he pushed back in. Harder. Knuckle deep, pulling her wetness in. out. in. out.

He stood abruptly, towering over her, licking his fingers, and grinning at her beneath the black curls hanging infront of his mirth-filled eyes, strolling to her mother's gaudy peach bathroom.

Emily followed him through the door and felt his large palms lifting her up around her tiny waist. Sitting on the counter, she watched him bend, holding her knees wide at the black bows on her kneesocks, his rough thumbs spreading her lips for his scrutiny.

He was getting taller lately. Growing up faster than her. He let her walk to the bus stop with him, Chris and the older kids sometimes, leaving her to sit and wait, swinging her legs against the wooden pillar of the neighbor's stoop, her mary janes tapping against the wood for an hour until her bus came, her thumbs click. click. clicking her D.S. buttons.

The smooth wooden handle of her hairbrush awoke her from her reverie. Shane held her puffy lips open while pushing the wide part of the brush repeatedly in and out of her soft wet hole just slightly. His face eye level with her lips, watching her take it deep with a fascinated, possessive look in his bright blue eyes. Focused.

When he caught her looking, he stared at her and slowly pulled the thick handle out of her hurt opening for the last time. She held her arms out to him, to retreat to the kitchen together. Rubbing his fingertips across her wet hole, fingertips toying with her slit, he lifted her down gently and and turned her to face the sink.

She watched his face in the mirror while letting the warm water pour over her hands. He really did tower over her lately, his whole body bent to hold her, his thumbs running over her nipples then pulling. pulling. Unbuttoning the little white buttons on her blouse and pulling her B-Cups out by her tiny pink nipples, pinching them, watching his fingers pull and grope at her pale breasts in the mirror infront of him.

His fingers spread her puffy lips open between her legs once more, two fingers rubbing roughly up and down her slit. Emily watched him unbuckle his jeans in the mirror, heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his fat, soft head rubbing against her tight opening. Not pushing, just smearing her juices between her lips. Up. Down. Slipping against her hole. Rubbing.

He dropped his wet mouth to her ear, "Which one is this?"

He shoved. Forcing his cock into her tiny pink pussy. Covering her mouth with his hand and holding her hips down, spread on his dick. He forced it in further, ignoring her squealing protests, five inches deep, unable to force another inch he pulls out quickly letting her little pussy squeeze tight and wet around his head before forcing the entirety of his cock into her hole. He grunts.

"Which one is this?"

"..your..your dick.." Emily whispers, her mouth wrapped around his fingertips tasting her pussy, wet tears running down her cheeks, her tongue licking the air.

Shand holds her skirt up to her waist, staring at her wet hole in the mirror, watching himself pull out inch by inch then. forcing his cock deep again. base deep, watching himself stuff his dick in Emily's tiny pussy.

"Mine."

"Mine."

"Mine." He grunts and shoves in her pussy. Roughly pulling her lips wide and watching his dick tear at her wet hole.

She squealed. Loudly. Her little hole clenching around the base of his cock, tight. Shane wheeled around to the peach bath mats on the floor on his knees, his cock deep in Emily, hips pushing forward in tiny bumps, wrapping his arms around her waist, his back to the door.

"Is everything okay?!" Her mother stepped in the door, a look of concern across her brow.

"Yes! Yes.. she was just choking.." Shane fumbled, his face red, his dick throbbing in Emily's little pussy, still pushing forward in tiny bumps, keeping her stretched wide around him.

She took another hesitant step forward. Emily looked at her mother over Shane's shoulder, "It's alright, Mom, I'm okay.."

"Alright.. when you two are finished, supper is on the table.".. She slowly stepped into the hallway and out of sight, her blue dress swishing with the fan.

Shane's arms contracted around her waist as he violently shoved in her pussy harder, pushing her pink nipples against the cold edge of the tub and lifting her skirt to watch his base spread the hole again.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket he pushed the cold metal close to her pussy and she watched over her shoulder as the little shutter flashed. He pulled the fattest part from her hole and held still. Another picture. Spreading her lips with one hand he pulled out farther, taking pictures as he pulled his wet covered cock out of her tiny hole. Until finally. The head. He rubbed his pre-cum covered head over her hole and took more pictures, pushing it in a tiny bit.. out.. then rubbing more pre-cum around her little opening. Picture.

Turning her over and sitting her pale cheeks on the cold tub edge he took pictures of her swollen nipples hanging out of her blouse. And her spread lips and pale thighs infront of him, toying with her puffy baby lips with each click.

Finally, he helped fix her clothes, tucking her tiny white breasts into the little tight blouse, still pulling on her pink nipples with his long fingers, and running his tongue across her hole and up her slit. Emily covered her swollen wet hole with her fingertips...

"no.. no.. it hurts.."

Shane pushed aside her fingertips, looking up at the tears in her grey-blue eyes, licking along her slit slowly, rubbing his rough tongue over her opening gently. He rubbed around the hole with his thumbs in small circles, blowing hot breath over her clit and slipping his tongue in and out of her until she had calmed.

Arranging her pretty skirt over her creamy white thighs, Shane kissed her lips gently, rubbing his fingertips over her hole possessively one last time before pulling her into the kitchen, hand-in-hand.