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Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society such as ours.
Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.
Penny’s story is that of a teenage girl growing up in her own way: breaking the moral code she has been taught, flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every new wanton experience. Indeed, Penny makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.
DAUGHTER WAS HOTTER — she is growing up, going over the threshold into young adulthood. She is learning to see her parents as people. This is the story of one teenager’s coming of age in our society.
Ellen Adams held the man’s prick meat lovingly in her hands as she lowered her face toward his crotch and darted her agile tongue over his bulbous cock head. She sniffed the hot, sweaty odor of his cock and balls.
“Ah, shit, Ellen,” Sam Wheeler muttered, moving his legs a little wider apart. “I’m sure gonna miss this kind of treatment!”
Ellen giggled like a schoolgirl and looked at him through the curly hairs on his crotch.
“Don’t feed me that, Sam! You’ll have another girl lined up in no time. Once those sweet little things in California get a good look at what you’ve got between your legs, you’ll have to beat ’em off with a stick!”
She stroked his cock head slowly over her cheeks, rubbing it lightly over her pursed lips, caressing it with her face. She felt his hard, stiffly throbbing fuck tool jerking and twitching lustfully in her hands. His balls were already fat and shuddering in their crinkled pouch.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.