Debbie Does Daddy 2: Being Bred
©2012 Raminar Dixon
This work is intended for mature audiences. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
An excerpt from the book:
Overhead, I listened to the sound of water raining down the sides of mother’s shower. It sprinkled against the thin fiberglass walls and ran down, into the drain, which seemed to empty somewhere behind me into the wall. Just thinking that my mother was only a few feet above us, completely unaware of what we were doing made the whole thing seem so much more dangerous and exciting.
Bruce reached under my short skirt and tangled the sides of my panties in his fingers, pulling them down. When they fell past my knees, one side of the dainty white garment dropped off and the other hung in the air, dangling around my ankle. My heart was pounding, threatening to drown out all the sounds around me. Would I hear mother’s shower stop in time?
Bruce dragged me to the edge of the counter. My legs were spread open pretentiously and my shaven pussy was on full display. Everything inside me seemed to tense up when he placed both hands on the insides of my thighs and planted his wet mouth over my entrance.
The noise level in my school after the bell rings between periods is always loud, even in the girl’s bathroom as students rush from one class to another, banging lockers or chatting with each other. The echoes rebounding inside the stall I was in were breaking my concentration while I waited as patiently as possible; anxious to get the results of the third pregnancy test I’d taken in the last week.