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First Published: 23 January 2022
Soloman’s Revenge
by BreadBall Story Code: M/ff, ped, preg, voy, exhib Though he was in a sour mood after having his kindness taken advantage of once again, Soloman made the best of it and used a swim on a summer’s afternoon to cool his head. Basking in his own buzzcut-ed, muscle-bound, swimming-trunks-clad glory, Soloman rested half-submerged and leaned back against the edge of his friend’s pool. The shape of which was like a round kiddie table at Thanksgiving, about the size of one too. He figured the pool deserved a better purpose. As a hot tub perhaps, given its space or lack thereof. As it was, Soloman wasn’t impressed with what his associate had done with the money borrowed from him. Either way, Soloman made use of his leisure time and pretended just for a moment that he was exactly where he wanted to be: on a yacht surrounded by half-naked women, bottles of champagne, and shameless capital. The American dream with the big red label: As Seen On Tv. His reality was anything but at that moment. Keeping him company was a little girl (whose lush brunette hair Soloman wanted to pull back on while he pumped his cock into her cunt) who showed him an open hand and an additional forefinger when he asked her how old she was. Not Soloman’s kid of course. The little girl belonged to the man also sharing the pool with them, Tommy Reiner. Half submerged himself, Tommy was wearing what was once a well-tailored collared button-up shirt with dark navy blue slacks, both of which were now soaked, ruined, and heavy on his frame after Soloman demanded that Tommy join him for a swim, and to bring his daughter with him. “But I don’t have swimming trunks with me.” Tommy had said, closer to whining than an actual answer, one could say. “I don’t care, in fact, swim in what you got on and bring your little girl with you. I’ve been wanting to see how her ass moves in a bikini.” Presently, Tommy sat in the pool with his head down. He was hoping to win over Soloman’s sympathy by already appearing guilty and defeated and all ten of his fingers were twiddling in a mass uncommitted finger wrestle. His head was down because he had owed Soloman money for months now and had paid not a cent of it back. Instead, Tommy had made the same mistake, asking for just a couple more thousand dollars and a few more weeks to pay Soloman back time and time again. Seven months into his fiasco Tommy had racked his debt up to five figures. The funny thing is, that’s how much Soloman pays to have someone carried off to the graveyard with their face printed on the front of a funeral program. And Tommy knew that. Tommy knew that Soloman was one of those people. Tommy also knew that it was too late to postpone any due payments. He had promised Soloman his money back two months ago. Two months later, Tommy had nothing to give him. Soloman liked his promises kept. If they weren’t, there was hell to pay. Whether friend or foe. Tommy’s little daughter, Sara, was oblivious to the heavy atmosphere as she splashed at the water and squealed with delight as bits of chlorinated water sought revenge and flew back up to nip at her face like so many unseeable tiny fish. It was pure untouched childhood innocence among adulthood’s loathing and depravity. Two worlds grazing one another in silence. “You could at least look me in the eye, Tommy.” With no option to disobey, not at this point, Tommy lifted his head with invisible dumbbells tied tight around his neck. His eyes were shining. Soloman would’ve liked to punch Tommy right then and there but held his fist. There are few things more irritating than a grown man too cowardly to face the consequences of his actions. And there would in fact be consequences. Soloman had a reputation. Stories came, flew, and surrounded the man like a personal swarm of mosquitoes. Those mosquitoes followed Soloman wherever the hell he went. They bit too. Many times. But only those damned souls who found themselves on Soloman’s bad side. Being in his debt was an effective method of doing so. One poor small-time politician by the name of George Booth had a daughter only a year older than Tommy’s and to pay off a portion of his debt, Soloman took up the guest room in George’s well-to-do home under innocent circumstances. Soloman had appeared at George’s door and shrugged with a large duffle bag at his side. “I need a place to stay for a bit, my lady’s got me out of the house. You know women.” Sure. The house had been paid for with Soloman’s money anyway. There wasn’t much room for George to say no. It turned out Soloman had done a bit of research and discovered that George’s daughter, Maybrie, was a model for a children’s fashion magazine. He purchased a stack of the magazine’s latest issues and cut out the pages with Maybrie. He would need them later. He was determined to torment George. He ate dinner with George’s family that night and underneath the table, Soloman quietly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock that had soon sprouted into an enormous boner. He asked Maybrie to sit on his lap before encouragingly patting his thigh. Maybrie was hesitant, she made a glance at her parents who continued eating as if they hadn’t heard his request. They both knew they were at Soloman’s mercy. Maybrie agreed. At first, she seated her butt, covered by a pair of denim shorts, on Soloman’s thigh. She was just shy of her bare leg touching the hot warmth of his cock. Maybrie moved her plate and everything was normal again. Soloman was careful not to draw attention to himself as he adjusted Maybrie’s legs who had let out a tiny yelp when he touched her. When he was done, Soloman had his legs spread out with Maybrie’s own legs spread out a little further than his forming a sort of outline. Her butt was pinned against his lower stomach with his warm shaft pressed against the front of her shorts. The tip of his cock had tapped her stomach every now and then. Going even further, Soloman unzipped the girl’s shorts and exposed her pink cotton panties underneath. Maybrie didn’t know what was going on under the table but tried to ignore it. For fun, Soloman would stealthily smack the shaft of his boner against her pussy that had just a thin layer of cotton underwear for protection. He did this over and over until he felt her cunt getting wet on his pubic hair. At some point, Maybrie had let out a guttural moan when his cock had found and brushed against her clitoris. “Something wrong, Maybrie?” Her mother asked with a raised brow. Maybrie flushed bright red and shook her head. She didn’t trust herself enough to speak. Later that night, Soloman could hear, from the other side of the wall, the girl moaning like a lonely tigress in heat while she fingered her cunt in bed. He left her alone for now, he preferred things to progress slowly. From there, it continued with a touch here and there. At the girl’s pink nipples under her collared-shirt-covered chest after she’d come from school in her pleated skirt uniform. Sometimes it was a playful but not so playful swat on the butt right in front of her mother as Maybrie passed him in the hall. Then events had escalated to a rough hand down the front of the girl’s underwear as Soloman’s intrusive fingers reduced the girl to a moaning mess in the privacy of the dark home theater room. She was sitting on his lap with their knees aligned and stacked. Leaning back against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck for dear life before she came on his fingers. The parents had already caught on to what was going on, Soloman had given up on being secretive. George’s wife had discovered for herself how far things had gone when she stormed down the hallway to Soloman’s guestroom about to scold him for leaving his laundry around the house. He didn’t own the place that was the fact of the matter. She burst through the door, opened her mouth to speak but was shut up immediately. Soloman was seated on his bed with his legs open while Maybrie was on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head over his lap with a mouthful of cock. As his big hairy balls rested at her little chin, Maybrie glanced over and realized that they caught by her mother. “Mom!” Maybrie tried to speak with his cock in her mouth. The vibration made his dick twitch. When she tried to lift her head off his shaft, his strong hand forced her back down. “You, keep sucking,” Soloman told her then looked at George’s wife. “Is there a problem?” “Uh,” The mother was stunned at his brashness. “No, never mind.” She shut the door and left them in peace. George and his wife had a long talk in bed that night, not any talk that involved sex. They hadn’t fucked ever since Soloman moved in. “You have to do something about him.” She said to him. “I owe him money, I’m lucky I’m not six feet under yet.” “Well, your daughter’s gonna be pregnant before her eighth birthday if you don’t do something.” George mustered some courage and promised to confront Soloman the next morning after Maybrie was driven to school. They would sit over coffee and have a man-to-man about boundaries. Soloman wasn’t in his guestroom when George checked the next morning. His wife called his name from down the hall. “George, I got Maybrie dressed for school. Can you drive her for me?” “Ok.” Yet George couldn’t find his daughter in her room either. He checked the kitchen, the home theater room, all the bathrooms, even the closets. Nowhere. Then a final option came to mind and George whispered, “Shit!” and dashed off for the parking lot where his SUV was. He walked and glanced through the backseat window and found them both. His daughter lying lengthwise across the seat with her blonde hair pooled around her face. She was dressed in her school uniform with her pair of light blue panties discarded on the car floor. Her hands seemed to be pushing away the top of Soloman’s shaven head underneath her skirt between her spread legs. Her pink lips were parted in muffled moans as Soloman licked away at and tasted her cunt like it belonged to him and had since he moved in. The overwhelming pleasure which left Maybrie’s face contorted as Soloman left his trail of warm saliva in and outside of her inexperienced pussy until her back suddenly arched and her body writhed with an orgasm while Soloman continued to help himself to the girl’s delicate pussy. George immediately turned away, emasculated, and pretended he hadn’t seen anything at all. Like he’d realized he had forgotten his keys only to remember that the keys had never existed. George was in the same realm as Tommy Reiner, and his circumstances had been spelled out in bright glowing neon letters, you’re too late. A week later, George was getting ready for bed but had forgotten to tuck his daughter to sleep. Though he hadn’t kept his promise to his wife, he still wanted to be as much of a good dad as he could. Yawning, the nameless man lumbered down the barely lit hallway while rubbing at his eye. The house mumbled hints of his presence with the creaking of the floorboards underneath his steps. He was so tired, he hadn’t consciously picked up the soft plap plap of Soloman’s swinging balls nor the muffled squeaks of a seven-year-old’s metal bed frame that could be heard outside of his daughter’s bedroom door. George grabbed hold of a silver knob, twisted it, pushed forward, and saw it. On the girl’s rocking twin-sized bed, Soloman was on top of his daughter with his long hard cock lodged deep and throbbing inside of the little girl’s cunt. Maybrie’s little legs rested on Soloman’s powerful shoulders. Though his back was facing the door, he heard it open, and even upon being caught Soloman paid him no mind and continued to thrust his hips and pound the little girl’s bald cunt without mercy. George was shocked and could only watch as Soloman stretched out his daughter’s pussy with his monstrous cock’s wide girth and length. Soloman lifted his cock which shone in the lamplight with the girl’s pussy juice from the girl’s tight entrance before shoving it back into the cunt that he had fingered, licked, and tasted for days on end in preparation for the main event. Each time he pumped his cock back inside her and poked the entrance of the little girl’s womb, Soloman’s balls, heavy with weeks' worth of saved-up potent semen, slapped against the girl’s pale ass cheeks with a signature plap. Her pussy was making little squishing noises around his shaft as she squeezed him tight, refusing to let go. Begging him with her body, with her thin and dainty arms holding onto his manly ones, to conquer her pussy with submissive moans underneath him, ah aahhh ohhhh, ahhhh! They traveled upward and intermingled in the air with his masculine grunts. To Soloman, this was a woman’s role, to be fucked, dominated, and protected by men. The little girl was learning early and hands-on how a real man should be ramming her pussy. Then Soloman pistoned his large cock deep and applied pressure against the girl’s womb with the head of his cock as he bottomed out in her pussy. His balls met her ass for a final time. His muscular ass cheeks clenched and his shaft throbbed. A powerful jet of his fertile sperm shot out and hit the back of her womb. The sensation of being impregnated sent a shiver up Maybrie’s spine. His cock spurted a second time and her womb had completely filled with his manly seed. The groan of a barbarian filled the room as Soloman’s cock twitched, remained buried and invisible inside of the little girl's pussy. His cock sent out a final spurt. His cum, with no space left inside of her cunt, began to overflow out from where they were connected and soaked the bed sheets underneath them with thick sticky fluid and the smell of sex. The little girl let out ragged breaths underneath, they had done only one round but she was tuckered out at being fucked for the first time. Soloman felt testosterone course through his veins at having stretched out another girl’s tight cunt with his large cock and knowing he could have her little pussy gripping his boner whenever he wanted. Which he would. For the next three weeks, Solomon remained a guest in the Booth household and for the next three weeks, Soloman’s pussy-hungry cock found its way inside Maybrie’s cunt. Every time, Soloman made sure to shoot his load inside her unprotected pussy. Soloman moved out a few days later. At Maybrie’s routine doctor’s appointment, the doctor had taken George aside and said in no uncertain terms that his daughter had been pregnant for at least two weeks now. But this all was a mere side effect of debt, not the removal of it. George would still have to pay up. In that same month, there was word that Soloman had gotten a street rival’s ten-year-old little sister pregnant with twins. Word got back to Soloman and with a twisted sense of humor, he sought out another indebt associate of his who happened to have a pair of redheaded twin daughters who had just started middle school. Out of the kindness of his heart, he offered to take them both out to the movies. He taught them what sex was in the movie theater parking lot. After fucking both their bald little pussies until they were quivering from a shared orgasm with their cunts soiled wet with his semen, their bellies over the next few months equally swelled and carried his child under their school uniforms. They both had to drop out to protect the family’s reputation. Wherever Soloman went, there came with him story after story of little sisters, nieces, and daughters; most of them not having seen their tenth birthday; pushing and pushing out Soloman’s kid from their little cunts in the local hospital within nine months. From them all, nothing ever came out besides miserable new grandfathers that had to look down at their new grandchildren, sometimes while the baby fed on the tits of their wives, and see which features Soloman had left behind after putting his baby in their daughter. But that was all that ever did come out. Even after debts had been paid. There was not a lawsuit. Not a phone call to the police. Not even a news article. Just anonymous rumors that couldn’t stand on their trembling feet in the court of law. Folks kept their mouths shut because Soloman had money and the wrong kind of people on his side willing to do his bidding if the situation called for it. A crooked system that Soloman was more than happy to stand atop of. Before long, Soloman became fear itself for gambling fathers who gave anything close to a damn about their innocent untouched young daughters. Tommy’s lip trembled. “Soloman please-” He began but was interrupted. Soloman shut him up by raising up his hand. It was a signature gesture. It meant, shut the fuck up or you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting that you didn’t. “Watch. And Observe.” Soloman reached over to his right where Sara's ass, protected by a pink bikini bottom decorated with a floral print, was nearly in Soloman’s face. She was bent over at the waist in a suggestive doggy style position while she tried to lift herself out of the pool in pursuit of a donut pool floatie over by the lounge chair. Both of Soloman’s rough calloused hands found the elastic band of her bikini bottoms. In a sudden motion, the bikini bottoms were yanked down to her ankles and the girl’s bare ass-cheeks were directly exposed to August’s soft breeze and the summer’s heat. Little droplets of pool water had collected onto her butt underneath her bikini and in them, reflected the sun’s rays back at the men. “Hey!” Sara shouted with a playful giggle. She pulled them back up. It was all child’s play. Soloman immediately yanked them back down again, revealing her ass to summer air once more. This time he yanked them completely off and tossed them over his shoulder into the distance. “What’s the worry? Keep them down. They look like they need some sun.” “My butt?” Sara laughed. “Yeah, you didn’t know? You need vitamin D,” Soloman said and for added effect, swatted her ass twice and pinched it affectionately. As if it were his property, hint: it was. Her buttocks made a subtle jiggle. “Look at that, mesmerizing. I can’t wait to hit that tonight.” Soloman let out a perfect charismatic wolf-whistle. Tommy shook his head and whispered to Soloman, “Come on. Don’t do this to me. Please. I’ll get you your money.” “But isn’t that exactly what you said, last week,” Soloman spoke with his hands. “You know? The more I talk to you, the more you morph into a broken record stuck on this annoying song that I can’t stand. But I can’t fix the record, Tommy. I can’t fix you either. You gotta fix yourself. I’m just here to give you a push in the right direction. Get your head in the game, you know?” Tommy nodded and tried to muster crocodile tears in a last-ditch effort. “...Yes sir.” “I’m taking your bedroom tonight. You’re gonna take your wife when she comes back from work and both of you are gonna sleep downstairs. Sara here is gonna be keeping me company tonight.” Soloman planted his hand on Sara’s bare ass again, feeling the warm flesh with his palm. “So it’s true what they say. Smooth as a baby’s ass. You hear that, Sara?” “Huh?” Sara said having been occupied with a donut pool floatie. “We’re having a sleepover.” “Yay!” Soloman had Tommy’s wife order a pizza. “Make sure to get wings too,” Soloman said as he stared the woman directly in the eye with a toothy grin. She knew what was going on. But like her husband, she could do nothing about it. Soloman had changed his mind from earlier and decided that Tommy by himself should come upstairs and see where his actions have led to. Tommy was told to sit on a rocking chair in a far-off forgotten corner of the room and forced to watch everything. Soloman led Sara to the bathroom. She was still wearing only the top half of her bikini. The activated showerhead drowned out any possibility of white noise. Soloman had made a game out of it and both he and Sara laughed as they hurried inside of the shower. “Come on, hurry hurry!” Soloman said as he followed close behind her into the bathroom. Soloman had only brought one towel for both of them. They left the bathroom door open and Tommy only observed the bathroom light creeping into the rest of the bedroom’s darkness, it served as the only source of light. There was some racket inside. Sara’s occasional but consistent playful squeal. The slap of hand against wet flesh. Soloman’s sick laughter. They began reciting a nursery rhyme together at some point but the shower muffled their voices and Tommy couldn’t make out what they were saying. Tommy wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. After a while and still naked, Solomon burst out of the bathroom with the shower still running while he carried Sara. Sara was sitting on Soloman’s shoulders the wrong way, with her pussy in Soloman’s face while he licked and sucked at her nubile folds and Sara laughed with her eyes shut and her shoulders rising and falling. “Weeeeee!” Sara cheered as Soloman’s hands clenched at Sara’s bare butt and lifted her higher to get his tongue deeper into her cunt. He kept her in the air with his weight-lifting arms until Sara began to moan in pants and kicked her legs in the air before she climaxed airborne. She screamed with pleasure as she squirted Soloman’s face with her pussy juice. “You see that, Tommy? A squirter. Who would’ve thought? Hell, not me.” Soloman laughed. “Come on,” He put down Sara who could barely stand on wobbly legs. Soloman patted her butt, “Let’s dry off okay?” Still, in a haze of a mind-blowing orgasm, Sara moved her head in a sleepy nod and passively allowed Soloman to knead her small body with a blood-red velvet towel. When he was done, he walked into the bathroom, turned off the shower, and asked Sara if she wanted him to lick her again. She nodded. “Yeah,” She called it fun. It was Soloman’s specialty and was key to his prolific sex life with girls of all ages. He could have the first lady of America riding his cock on national TV if he could have one steamy afternoon with her. As a lifeguard during high school, he used to run after-school swimming lessons for elementary school kids at the local gym, and every so often he’d pick one girl who passed his fancy. Whether it’d be a nice ass under a tight one-piece or an adorable juvenile voice Soloman wanted to hear moan out his name and cry out during an orgasm. Once Soloman set his sights on one of them, he’d do a trick to deactivate the cameras in the office and once the girls all changed out of their swimsuits he’d take the chosen girl aside to his office. He’d say, “I wanna talk in the office, just me and you. Don’t worry you’re not in trouble. I just don’t want anyone listening in our conversation. So remember, what happens in this office doesn’t leave this office, understand?” Soloman had been a well-built buck in high school and spent most of his time at the gym. This by itself was enough to have a class of little girls swooning when he took off his shirt and revealed a sturdy six-pack. But Soloman also was a natural-born sweet talker who could get the neighbor girls wet between their legs before he was old enough to drive. Combined, Soloman was every all-girls school principal’s nightmare. For this reason, the girl in question would already be weak in the knees from having the opportunity to talk alone with not only a boy but the handsome mysterious older boy who played the acoustic guitar, drove a sports car, and was dreamed about by every girl in her grade. They would nod starry-eyed to his question. Some hesitated when he told them to pull down their pants and underwear and place their hands on the seat of the office chair. Some figured they were about to be spanked bare for something they did. But Soloman would soothe with a smile, “I told you already, you’re not in trouble.” That was always enough to do the job. He figured out early on that girls were as simple as boys when it really came down to it. Soloman would get to work from there. He’d bend down and begin to tease their pussies with his tongue. Flicking the clitoris with an occasional lick. Lathering their puffy lips with his hot saliva. Sometimes he’d amuse himself and would warn them in a mock stern voice that they had to keep quiet which they would always fail to do but the door was thick and sound-proof anyway. Soloman just wanted to prove to himself that he could have any girl moaning like his bitch even if they didn’t want to. His little sessions hardly raised suspicion because since virtually all of them never had their pussies teased and licked before, Soloman made them orgasm and had their pants pulled back up in under five minutes. To cover up the funny way they walked, Soloman would carry them on his back piggyback style. Afterward, the lucky little girl in question wouldn’t leave him alone after that. They would stare into his eyes during lessons the next day. And once it ended, they would stick by his side like a little Siamese twin and ask for more time alone in his office. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” They would ask. The gym’s owner, affectionately nicknamed ‘Fatty Sam’, would joke with Soloman, “Those girls are all over you, all the time, you got cupid’s bow hidden somewhere on you?” To which Soloman replied every time with, “You have no idea.” Because Fatty Sam didn’t have any idea. Soloman worked Sara to three orgasms that night with just his tongue. He showed her how to stroke a cock and get it hard. That had been easy. He had more trouble getting her to suck his cock well enough to make him cum. He could only do so by putting his hand on the back of her head and forcing her to deepthroat and gag on his enormous cock. “You gotta get used to it, baby,” He grunted, using her mouth like a fleshlight, “Men are gonna want you to do this to them all the time when you’re older.” When he came in her mouth, Soloman gently tilted her head back and told her to swallow. “Swallow, or we’ll have to do it all over again.” He said. Sara obeyed and swallowed all of his sperm in three big gulps. She gasped as soon as was done then hiccuped, “Uncle Soloman, my mouth’s tired.” She whined. “Okay, baby, just one thing then we can both go to bed.” He caressed her face, gave her a peck on the cheek below her eye. “You won’t have to use your mouth this time, okay?” Sara nodded, obedient as all hell, “Okay.” Soloman commanded Sara on the bed on her hands and knees, and to hold on to the wooden bed frame. Then Soloman joined her on the bed and aimed his cock at her pussy which had long been damp from her repeated orgasms. He told Sara it would hurt the first time and it did. Experience had taught him how to work around these situations. He had learned that even with a cock as big as his he could ram his entire shaft inside of even the tightest elementary school cunt with minimal pain if he was patient and made the girl orgasm a few times. And using all the little tricks he learned throughout the years, Soloman was able to lodge his entire nine-inch cock into Sara’s tiny pussy, snatching away her innocence for good. He started fucking her with one of her legs lifted and her toes pointed to the ceiling. “I’m like a doggy peeing!” Sara exclaimed while Tommy thrust and beat at her kid pussy with little mercy. At some point, Soloman got a particular feeling and looked behind him. Tommy had shut his eyes and was covering his ears. Soloman stopped thrusting, slid out his still hard cock shiny with a little girl’s pussy juice. He whispered for Sara to tell her dad to open his eyes and uncover his ears. “Okay!” Soloman licked his lips watching Sara’s ass move and bounce as she slid off the king-sized bed with the lingering aroma of sex between her legs. Sara patted Tommy on the shoulder, and told him, “Daddy, wake up.” Soloman held out to sinister smile out to Tommy when he opened his eyes and uncovered his ears as directed. Soloman had an idea. When Sara joined Soloman on the bed, they had switched to doggy style with Sara facing Tommy, looking him directly in the eye while Tommy knelt down at the foot of the bed, pathetic, one of American history’s growing numbers of losers. Before Soloman began fucking her again, he told Sara to bark like a dog to which Sara was eager to play along and not without a child’s giggle went, “Woof woof!” Soloman laughed and gave her a rewarding pat on the ass, “Good girl.” From behind her, he slid his cock back into the tight confines of her cunt. He lifted one of his own legs until the bottom of his right foot was planted flat on the mattress. Both his hands then gripped Sara’s tiny waist and before long, the steady clap of Soloman’s groin against Sara’s bouncing ass cheeks filled the bedroom with heavy rhythm. Each hard stroke from his large cock was stretching Sara out to her limit as her pussy worked to accommodate the space his wide shaft was taking up. With each kiss from the tip of Soloman’s cock to the entrance of Sara’s womb, her eyes would grow dazed with naughty pleasure and she’d let out a loud, ah! Her father had been reduced to an unfortunate and forgotten audience while his daughter moaned and was converted into one of Soloman’s bitches under the assault of his cock. The position of Soloman’s legs left his hairy set of balls to swing back and forth underneath him and tease the girl’s clitoris. Every so often with the little girl’s hypnotic ass right in front of him, Soloman would give a hard slap to one of her ass cheeks and watch it jiggle as a red hand-print mark was left behind. All the while Soloman never slowed down his powerful thrusts. Already both Sara and Soloman had collected a thin film of sweat on their naked bodies. But it still wasn’t over. Soloman wanted to pound Sara in every crevice and corner of her pussy and switched positions often. He had her laid prone on her stomach while he pinned her into the mattress with pistoning thrusts. Sara would ride on top and turned away so that her ass was giving him a nice view as her cunt gripped and slid up and down his boner. Towards the end, he placed her flat on her back, gathered both her ankles in one hand, and lifted them in the air. Her little pussy shone with a combination of pussy juice and precum between the underside of both her thighs. Likewise, Soloman’s cock glistened with her juices as he slid his long cock back into her cunt and started pounding her again. Soloman got Sara to orgasm twice before his cock suddenly swelled up inside of her cunt and he groaned out loud. Strong jets of his hot semen fired directly into the six-year-old’s womb. After just two streams of semen, Soloman had filled her womb to the brim. He pulled out from her cunt and fired the two remaining shots onto Sara’s face and chest in two straight almost intersecting lines. Then the silence was filled with Soloman’s heavy breathing. Sara had fallen asleep underneath with her stomach gently rising and falling. Being fucked so hard for so long had put her soundly to sleep. It had been too long, he thought, since he scored some good young pussy like Sara. He had almost forgotten about Tommy Reiner, who was huddled in a fetal position by the rocking chair he had been told to sit in. Soloman stood up from the bed with his long flaccid cock spent, wet, and dangling between his legs. He stretched and yawned. His hand ran through Sara’s sweaty brunette hair before he picked her up and cradled her in his strong protective arms. “Tommy, clean this mess up.” Then Soloman was out the door the next second and headed for Sara’s room to get her dressed in clean pajamas and tucked into bed. Once Soloman was done, he got himself dressed and was out the door. Tommy Reiner got a call from Soloman the next morning. Sara was swinging her legs under the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of her while she watched cartoons. Between her legs, it felt like Soloman’s cock was still lodged in her pussy. Soloman told Tommy to get Sara dressed because the two of them would be going to an amusement park in under an hour and would be gone for the rest of the day. Maybe if Soloman’s in a good enough mood and he give Sara a pussy pounding hard enough to make the entire car bounce, maybe just maybe he’d put in a grace period for his good friend Tommy Reiner.
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