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It was truly great to be well hung, Brent mused as his semi-hard fleshtube swayed loosely under his boxer shorts. He watched the bobble of his secretary's round buttocks as she exited his office after doing her morning duty. Damn, she was good! He'd be sorry to lose her. She'd sure changed from the arrogant, spoiled beauty she'd been when she first began working for him, four years ago. She was still beautiful but the arrogance had dissolved when the last two inches of his ten-inch organ had rearranged her interior. Would her replacement be as good? He doubted it.
Melinda swished the mouthwash and spat it into the sink. She preferred the days when they had time to do it right and, instead of washing the remains of her boss's semen from her mouth, she could relax in her chair and savour the delightful ache that his huge organ produced in her loins. She was going to miss it, she knew, but Gerry was rich and handsome and, although not as well endowed as her boss, he was gentle and loving. And she'd be able to control him, too. Brent had been good to her, good for her, too, but Gerry represented security, possibly even permanence,
Cindy was nervous. Extremely nervous. But excited, too. Her classmates from Miss Loundin's
Brent relaxed with a cup of coffee and thought about his new secretary. She was certainly different from Melinda. Religious, Melinda had told him. "You need someone like her to get your head straight. She won't put up with any of the foolishness you got me to do," she had said, smiling, after this morning's servicing, a drool of creamy gism showing whitely on her full, red lips. She'd obviously forgotten that she, herself, had not exactly been an easy roll in the hay to begin with. He liked challenges and Cindy was a challenge. Of course maybe she wasn't as religious and innocent as she appeared?
I'm no better than a pimp, Melinda thought as she saw her replacement walk through the doorway, a procuress. I know he likes them young and innocent and this one has to be the epitome of youth and purity unless I get him a schoolgirl. He'd probably like that. I sure had a problem explaining to Gerry why I was shaved down there. But she's a blonde so she probably doesn't have much hair there, anyway. How is he going to get her? Will he fuck her by force like he thought he did with me?
Melinda, like Cindy, had been nineteen when Brent had hired her. Unlike Cindy, however, she was dark and plump and busty, very busty. And she hadn't been a virgin, either. In fact, she'd been essentially at the other end of the vestal rainbow. Melinda suspected that the born-again blonde had yet to experience the pleasures of the flesh unless it was, maybe, some finger-generated relief. It would be great to see the expression on the prissy prude's face when she took Brent's humungous tool into the depths of he body. But that wasn't to be. How should she prepare her, set her up?
"Good morning, Miss Lewis. I hope I'm not late?"
"No, Cindy. But after you take over you must be here before Brent... Mr. Andrews arrives." God, the girl was pretty. Brent was likely dreaming already about having that small mouth with those thick, red lips wrapped around his cock. She was almost desirable enough to make her, Melinda, bi-sexual.
"Oh, I will. For sure, Miss Lewis. Is there anything special he likes? Should his coffee be with milk or black?"
Yeah, there's something special he likes. But you're not ready for that. Not yet." The most important thing is that he likes it strong. And fresh. Make a double strength pot when you get here in the morning." Does she know what impresson she gives, wearing that dress? God, it must be ten years out of date but it sure shows off her form. Every curve of it.
"Is there a dress code here, Miss Lewis? I mean, can I wear slacks sometimes or must it always be a dress? They told us in school that some companies were real strict about what the secretaries wear?"
"Mr. Andrews prefers that we wear dresses... or skirts. No pants." Ha! She's going to find out that he prefers no clothes at all. And definitely, no panties. "You look lovely today. Is that a new dress, Cindy?"
"Do you really think so? It was my mother's and she's put on weight so she gave it to me. Mom said it looked good on me."
"Your mother's right."
"It''s not... like? You know? Immodest?"
"It's just stylish, Cindy. Mr. Andrews will like it." For sure. If her mother thought it was too small for her, why did she let this one wear it. It looks like it's going to split right down the front, the way those big boobs stretch it. And if she bent over, that cute, round ass would be showing its crack to everyone. "Now it's time to learn about our filing system."
"Miss Lewis. Can you get a few things together and come with me to
"Uh... well? I actually had something planned for this evening?"
"I hope you can make other arrangements, Melinda. I really need you." Damn, I have to do something to bring her into line. She acts like she owns the place.
"When do we have to leave?" God, I hate that man. He wants to control me. I should find another job somewhere else. But it sure beats being a working girl. Maybe he will be my ticket to a different life?
"I want to catch the three o'clock shuttle flight, this afternoon. Go home and get your things and meet me at the airport. We'll be there only tomorrow."
Melinda, burning with resentment at having to do what her boss demanded, went home and packed a few things, then caught a cab to the airport. At least, she consoled herself, she'd get to fly in Business Class. And, even though she didn't usually drink much, she took advantage of the free booze to put away quite a few gin and tonics during the two-hour flight. By the time they landed, she was feeling almost mellow and some of her resentment had been dissolved by the alcohol.
"I'm sorry I screwed up your plans for this evening, Melinda." Brent was lounging in a big, soft chair in his expensive hotel suite and Melinda was sitting on a hard chair opposite him. They were both drinking again, the well stocked mini-bar having provided a good selection to choose from. "Look, why don't you change into something more comfortable and I'll have room service deliver us dinner?"
"Yeah... OK... but? Look, sir, I'm your secretary, not your slave." Emboldened by the alcohol, Melinda decided to lay it on the line. She wasn't going to allow him to boss her around, even if he was her boss. It had been bad enough when she was getting paid for it. "I don't have to put up with having my plans upset like you did today. Next time I want more notice if you're going to need me outside of regular office hours."
"Hmmm... I guess I was inconsiderate?" Damn. What a body. "But I told you, when I hired you, that you'd have to go on short trips with me."
"But you didn't say it would be on such short notice!" With a toss of her head, the defiant secretary went out the door to her room, which adjoined his.
Brent changed into shorts and a t-shirt while his secretary looked through her bag for something casual. She hadn't brought much but she was determined that she'd get out of her snug-fitting dress and nylons. All she had that was comfortable and not dressy was a light cardigan and flimsy harem pants. Well, at least they covered her, she thought, as she had a quick shower before donning them. I wonder if he ever uses call girls?
"I ordered for us, Miss Lewis. It should be along shortly." God, what tits! And that ass! She's kind of fat but the fat is all in the right places.
Without asking, Melinda had taken another gin from the mini-bar and had sprawled on the sofa in the sitting room of his suite, He was acting chastened, she thought, as if her complaint had been noticed. Hell. He was just another man, even if he was her boss. And he was at least twenty years older than she. Like many of the Johns she'd known. He was eying her sweater, or rather, its contents. She'd purposely left off her bra as a scheme developed in her mind. Melinda pushed her perceived advantage further. He was easy, she thought. Maybe I can squeeze a raise out of him. "You're taking quite a chance, you know, Brent. Doing this."
"What's that, Melinda? How?" What's she getting at? Seems to me that she's the one taking a chance?
"You know. Making your secretary go away with you and then being all alone in your hotel room with her. Remember what happened to Jim Whatsisname, the evangelical preacher."
"Hmmm? Yes, I see what you mean." And that girl didn't have this one's cleavage, he mused as he looked at the low vee of her cardigan which displayed the deep valley between Melinda's unbrassiered tit-mounds. "You're not afraid, are you?"
"Not at all, Brent. But? Do you think you're really paying me enough to be here with you? Alone?"
"That depends, Melinda? Are you suggesting that, if you were paid more you might provide a total secretarial service?"
"No! I am not suggesting that!" the young woman retorted. "And, besides, you're almost as old as my father. But if I claimed that you... you know... harrassed me, people would likely believe me." What would he do if he knew how she'd really made her living since she was sixteen?
Stung by her comment about his age almost as he was angered by her threat, Brent rose to his feet and towered over the seated woman. "So you think I'm too old, do you?" he said in a low voice. "Well, I might as well be shot as a sheep as a lamb," and he grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet.
"No... No, damn you! Let me go!" Melinda protested loudly as her belly was bumped by the bulge of Brent's huge erection. "I'll scream!" She mustn't overdo it. God, if she let him rape her, or made it seem that way, she'd have the perfect hold over him.
"Go ahead, Melinda. Nobody can hear you." He looked down lustfully at her heaving, jiggling breasts, now almost bared under the gaping opening of her cardigan. "I think you're asking for it." Bending down, he hoisted her, kicking and struggling, over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom."
"I'll sue... I'll send you to jail!" the young woman threatened as she was dumped unceremoniously onto the king-sie bed. And then, before she could do anything about it, Brent had stripped off her harem pants and her bikini panties and she was naked from the waist down, her full thighs clamped together as she gasped, "No... don't... let me up... I'm sorry I said what I did." Melinda's gaze was fixed on the projecting tent of his loose-fitting shorts. God! He was hung like a stallion.
"OK, Miss Lewis. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have reacted like that." God, she looked almost like a teenager? No, she was a teenager, he remembered. But not one as young as she looked right then. He stood back, handing her the garments he had peeled off and turning away while she put them back on.
"Look, Mr. Andrews, I might forget about what you did if you gave me a raise," the mercenary schemer replied, "and promised not to do anything like that again?" With her harem pants back on, she felt in control again. "But remember, I may be young but you're not going to boss me around!" She looked up at Brent defiantly.
"I see. So what do you expect?" Was she going to use this to try to extort favours from him? And not do her job? Likely. He hadn't forced a girl to have sex with him since he was eighteen, and even then it was not really rape. She'd wanted it too but was afraid of getting pregnant. And, after that, she'd been as anxious as he for repeats.
"Well, first, I want another $100 a week," Melinda demanded, increasing her salary by more than fifty percent. ot much, she mused, since that was less than an hour at her previous rates. "And I want Fridays off. You get your own coffee, too." She really hated that part of her job. It made her feel even more like a servant that she did when her ordered her, asked her, actually, to do typing and filing.
"And how do I know that you won't demand more?" Brent asked, trying to decide what he should do. He would likely be believed if he denied hat any of this ever happened but, the way these cases were going, it was not a certainty by any means. And Melinda was certainly an appealing piece? It would be the ultimate insult to be charged without having, at least, the satisfaction of complete intimacy, willingly granted or not.
"Hah! You won't. You don't deserve to." Melinda drew herself up to her five foot, nine inch height and literally gloated or, at least as much as she could when the gloatee stood more than half a foot taller than she. She was relishing the control she suddenly had over this big, older man. It was easy, she told herself.
"Well, like I said, better to be shot as a sheep than a lamb." Brent grabbed the lapels of her sweater and ripped it open, most of the buttions slipping out of the worn buttonholes but on resisting until it tore free and flew past his hip.
"No, damn you! NO!" Melinda spat as she tried to cover her loosely flopping, naked tit-jugs, "I'll see you in jail for this!" and then she was flat on her back on the bed and her boss was again peeling off her harem pants. "You Goddam bastard!", she swore as he held her writhing body down with one hand while, with the other, he pushed down his shorts. Damn! She really didn't want it. It was no different than what she was trying to get away from.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Brent said softly as he held her shoulders down on the bed and got his knees between her thrashing legs, avoiding the young woman's attempts to knee him in the groin. Melinda's legs kicked wildly but uselessly and, even though she was a big woman, she was clearly overmatched. Brent, finally, overpowered her, his knees on her thighs to hold down her open legs, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed beside her head.
"Bastard... bastard... bastard," Melinda snarled, her upper lip drawn back from her white teeth as, in temporary, and now real, defeat, she stopped struggling. "I'll get even with you!" And then she saw his penis in all its huge, thickly veined prominence jutting out over her belly like an extra arm. Her eyes widened and her full-lipped mouth gaped in awe of the hugely threatening organ. She'd seen more than she could count but none with the dimensions of her boss's rampant fucktool.
"You're lovely, Melinda. Even lovelier than I thought." Brent surveyed her big, shapely frame from the fullness of her thighs, flattened where his knees held them down, past the soft-fleshed width of her hips and the marvellous fullness of her oversized breasts to her pretty face which, now, looked almost innocent with her awestruck expression.
"Sir... Mr. Andrews... please... I'm sorry... please... I won't tell... I won't ever tell," Melinda whined with only partially feigned humility. Oh God, she though, how could I have believed I could dominate him? "Please let me up? Please?"
"Not now, Melinda. Not yet," Brent murmured as he angled his tool at the furry nest between her legs. Her sudden transformation from an arrogant bitch to a timidly whining supplicant was tremendously erotic and stimulating. "I'm going to fuck you, Miss Lewis. I'm going to fuck your brains out." He'd never spoken like that before but after the way she'd threatened him and the confidence she'd displayed when she'd said he'd never be sure she wouldn't tell, he wanted to conquer her, to subjugate her to his will.
"But?... but, sir? I promise? Please? You're too big? I know it. " She hadn't been aware of the hurt from his knees holding down her thighs until he let them slide off, between her legs. She made no attempt to squirm away. She couldn't. In spite of her extensive experience, she was paralyzed with fright at the thought of being penetrated by, dominated by his mammoth tool.
"You're a big woman," Brent said softly. "And you need it. All of it." He lowered his hips until the peach-sized, purple knob rested against the crevice of her sex.
"Oh nooo... pleease, Mr. Andrews, please sirrr," Melinda moaned and her hips jerked away from the burning touch of his cock against her pussylips. At that moment she was as timid and frightened as when she'd been a twelve year old virgin and her unofficial step-father was preparing to initiate her with his ordinary, six inch tool. But then an unwilled thrill of anticipation shot through her loins, mixed with fear, as she imagined what it would feel like to be entered, expanded by that marvellous appendage. Could she take it? Maybe she'd like it? Maybe he had what she needed to make the rockets fire? Oh God. He was huge. Would he hurt her? "Can't... cahhnn't sir. You can't do it."
"You're not a virgin are you, Melinda?"
"Nuh... noo... yes... yes I am," she responded, grasping at the chance that if she professed innnocence, he'd relent. She didn't want it. She just wanted to use her new-found respectability to catch an eligible, rich husband. Like the lawyer she was supposed to be with tonight.
"That's even better, then, my dear. Don't be afraid. Just relax. I've had smaller virgins than you." He didn't really believe her, especially since her claim of virginity came after saying she wasn't. But he doubted she'd taken one like his so there was stilll some unexplored territory inside her. He pushed at the hot mouth of her vagina.
"No... no... oohhh noooo," the big-framed woman cried out as she felt the expanding pressure of his bulbous knob pushing into her. Her ample hips rotated away from the threatening push but, held high by her big, round ass, she could not retreat enough. There was a tingling, a delicious tickling, as the thick knob opened her orifice. Maybe it would be good?
"You're not a virgin, are you, Melinda? Somebody already got your cherry," Brent said as he met no obstruction and immersed three inches of his tool inside her humid passage. God, she was wet, wet and slippery. Willing or not, she was turned on. This was
going to be good. He knew it. Big and strong-willed, she'd give hiom the ride of his life.
"But... aahhh... but sirrr... Mr. Ahhhlannn," Melinda moaned tremulously as she felt herself being stretched, the soft corrugations of her cuntwalls smoothing the man's rock-hard pole penetrated. But it didn't hurt. Maybe it would be alright? Maybe it was meant to be? She remained tense and stiff but her fear diminished.
Brent wasn't surprised that this lush-bodied, young woman had lost her cherry. After all, she was almost twenty. And, although she wasn't a virgin, she was delightfully tight. He looked down at her as he spiralled his hips, screwing into her in fact, not just in
an alliterative way. Her long legs opened wider as if to accept, maybe ask for, deeper penetration and soon he had eight inches buried inside her wetly welcoming fuckwell. "That's it, baby. You like it, don't you?" he asked, rhetorically.
"Yannhh... but... hannhhh... sirrrr?", Melinda replied. How was she going to be able to regain control? He was completely in command now, her mind and body unable to offer even token resistance. She felt a new sensation, a paralysing senasation in her loins and she looked down. Oh God! He wasn't all in yet! Her belly bulged as if she was trying to make room for him and she felt something give inside her. Was he in her womb?
"Oohhhh yesss Melinda. Oohhh yesss!" Brent felt the hardness of her cervix as the tip of his cock touched it and then he was there. All the way in. Melinda's legs, which had been trembling tensely against his lowering hips, became loose and floppy. The base of his tool spread the inner lips of her sex, his oversized organ filling her beyond anything she had ever imagined possible and the young woman's soft flesh molded to his, her round belly palpitating, her jelly-like tit-pillows jiggling as she went limp in surrender. Brent ground against her furry mons as he strained to complete his conquest of her psyche.
"Haannhhh... unnnghhh... annnngghh," Melinda's heard her own moans as she was skewered by her boss's mammoth engine. She felt small, insignificant, weak. She couldn't stop him. Didn't want to stop him. She'd never felt like this. She was his. All his. Oh God! He was fucking her! His body was in hers, in and out. So much of him.
"You were made for me, baby," Brent murmured as he slowly ploughed her hotly clasping furrow. There was a delightful, clinging warmth to her body as he sank into her plump belly and her huge fleshbags virtually surrounded his chest like underinflated balloons. "Ohhh God, Melinda, fuck me... move that lovely, big ass." and he slid his hands under her big, soft buttocks to squeeze the pliant flesh.
"Hannhh... sirrr... unnghh... sirrr," the young woman moaned. Her ass muscles flexed as, apprehensively, she obeyed his demand. Her broad hips gave a timourous, upward jerk and she felt her passage give more as her motion allowed even greater penetration. Could she do it? Fuck him? She felt as if she was being split apart, the pressure on the walls of her sex creating an ache, almost painful but at the same time, glorious. "Yunnngh... yuh... unnhh," she grunted as her fear dissolved in the growing fire in her loins and her long legs rose to twine with his.
She knew what to do. She wasn't the virgin she claimed to be. Brent could feel her assmuscles working as he squeezed her soft assmelons. "Ohh yess, Melinda... oohhh yesss," he urged as he tried to guide her to a rhythmic undulation to match his long, slow strokes. "You've had it before, haven't you, baby?"
"Yannhh... annhh... but?... unnngghh!" his secretary grunted as he slammed against her broad, soft hips with a fierce, hard plunge. "But?... unnghh!... oohhh Mr. Andrews? I did... once... unnghh... but..." she panted as she sought an excuse for her response. She hadn't felt like this since her pseudo stepdad's cock had first expanded her pre-teen passage. He'd marvelled at the way a twelve year old could move, but if Brent ever guessed her background, her chance at a new life would be ended. She had to remain the innocent victim.
It was like riding an air matress on a wavy ocean. Her hips undulated smoothly, her soft tit-jugs rolled like underinflated balloons and her vagina writhed around his throbbing tool as he screwed her. "Oh yes, Melinda... oohhh yesss," Brent moaned appreciatively. "You're great, baby... fantastic!"
The slow, deep reaming of her vagina was driving Melinda wild. "Yunnh... yunnh... hurry... hannhh... hurry," she panted as she felt the heat in her loins become a raging fire. Her arms went around him, her hands clasping his ass as she writhed against him. "Cum... gonna cummm!" she groaned. "Yeahhh... yeaahh... cummmm!" and her long legs locked strongly around his hips as she tilted to take every millimetre of his huge staff up into the the depths of her fuckwell. "Yesss... now... nowww... cumminngg, she cried out as she went over the top.
The young woman's feverish plea and the sudden jerking of her big, soft frame under him brought Brent to his peak. He felt her cunt muscles contract on his tool and, with a long, loud groan, he exploded into her. As Melinda's legs fell loosely away from his hips, he pumped his hot sperm into her as her passage squeezed and milked him like a soft hand.
"Gawwd, Melanie... you're good," Brent slumped down on his secretary's big, soft body. Her hips rocked gently and slowly under him with the skill from her many couplings.
" Oohhh sirr," Melinda sighed, looking up at her boss with feigned innocence as she drained the last mini-spurts of his sperm into her experienced body. "You... oh God... you made me crazy," and giving a little wriggle, she continued, You're still making me crazy. I didn't know it would be like that?" Is this the time to go for a raise? No, maybe not yet? I'll wait until he wants it again. "I was so scared."
"You weren't really scared, were you Melinda?" He rolled of of her slowly undulating frame. She definitely wasn't the ingenue she pretended to be but, so what? She was definitely a good fuck. No, a great one.
"Terrified, Brent. I thought you'd kill me." He's not going to buy that 'you were thr first' story. I'm going to have to try another tactic. "But... like... I kinda lied to you about something, sir. Like... you weren't the first."
"I figured that out, Melinda. But it doesn't matter." Brent fondled the young woman's big, soft fleshbags and looked at her lush, naked body.
"It was... like... I couldn't stop him? He was Mom's husband... sort of..." I wonder how much of the truth I should tell? "He... like... I was pretty young and innocent and... it never happened with anyone else."
"He was a good teacher, Melinda. And you were a good student, too." And she didn't learn to screw like that with just one fuck. "How old were you? The first time? When he broke your cherry?"
"Uh... I was only twelve, sir." I wonder if kiddy-fucking turns him on? Melinda had started hooking at fourteen and she quickly learned that it was the older Johns who seemed to go for the young stuff. She'd discovered that keeping her pussy shaved added to her market value, too. Was Brent like that?
"How big were you, Melinda? Had these begun to grow?" and he gave her huge mammaries a gentle, hefting squeeze.
"I... I guess so? I was pretty big for my age." And the envy of her grade seven classmates. Copping a squeeze of her already DD jugs seemed to be the aim of every boy in Central Junior High. But it had been her pseudo-stepfather who had taken advantage of her innocence and vulnerability to be the first to sample her voluptuous, adolescent charms.
"I can imagine the temptation," Brent murmured as his hand slid down over her plump belly to her prominent, bushy mons. "Did you have hair here?"
"No... not much, anyway." Yes. He's getting turned on. I wonder if he'd like to shave me? "I was only twelve?"
"How did it happen? Did he force you? Rape you?"
"Uh... not exactly... except legally I guess it was?" How much should she tell him? Should she admit that she liked it? It was... like... Mom was sleeping."
In fact, Mom was passed out. Melinda had peeked into her bedroom and saw Fred on top of her mother's big, naked body and knew, at once, that he was doing what the girls joked about, fucking her.She felt a pang of a sort of strange jealousy. She liked Fred. More than her real father because her real father used to get drunk and beat her and beat her mother, too. Fred, though, treated her mother like a lady and treated her, his step-daughter, like she was grown up, too. But he didn't want her to call him Daddy. He said that was a special name and only for her real one, so she called him Uncle Fred.
"Tell me all about it, Melinda." Brent's fingers played with the soft, cum-slicked lips of her fat pussy and it accentuated the ache she had felt since he'd pulled out of her. Why not? She wouldn't tell him about all the others but Fred was different.
"He was... like... in bed with Mom. But she was passed out. Sometimes she drank too much." Melinda had never told anyone what happened and now she was suddenly anxious to relate her story. She got a warm feeling in her belly as she tried to imagine how Brent would feel about it. He reminded her a lot of Fred and he was about the same age as when it happened, the first time.
With a murmur of dissatisfaction, Fred dismounted from Lucy's ample frame and lay naked beside her, his organ sticking out from his groin in unsatisfied erection. "Melinda? Is that you?" He pulled the sheet over his waist.
"Uh... yeah... I was just going to bed?"
"It's kinda early for you, isn't it?" Carefully keeping himself covered, Fred slid out of bed and grabbed his jogging shorts from the floor. "Your Mom's asleep and I thought I might go to sleep too, but I guess it's too early." What had she seen? God, if she wasn't his step-daughter, she could sure take care of that unsatisfied urge in his belly. Was she really only twelve? What a set of tits!
What was it like? He'd had his thing right inside her mother. Sally said it felt real good but Melinda didn't believe she really knew. Sally was only eleven and her bubs were just beginning to show. She hoped that her mother's drinking wouldn't make Fred mad so he'd go away. She followed him to the living room.
"Do you like it here, Uncle Fred? I mean, living with me'n Mom?"
"Sure I do, kitten. You're both great people." And, when she's sober, your mother's the best fuck I've ever had. "Will you get me a beer, kitten? Please."
Melinda went to the fridge in the kitchen and got a beer, twisting off the top and sneaking a sip before she brought it to her step-father. She liked doing things for him. He was always so appreciative.
"Here it is. I hope it's cold enough." She sat on the sofa beside him, curling her legs up under her bottom, blissfully unaware of the show she was putting on.
"It's perfect, kitten." Fred looked down at the substantial gap of the neck of his step-daughter's pyjama top. She's going be bigger than her mother by the time she's a teenager, he thought. Bigger than most full-grown women already. "Are the boys giving you a hard time yet, Melinda?"
"Uh, whaddya mean, Uncle Fred?"
"Like... you know... do they grab you here?" He couldn't resist the temptation. He cupped one of her ripe, young globes and gave it a gentle squeeze. Firm for their size. Damn, he'd like to feel them under his chest.
"Yeah... sorta... why're guys like that, Uncle Fred? Why do they pinch me?"
"You're kinda special, kitten. Most girls your age aren't as pretty and, especially, they aren't as big. Here, that is." And the man used that as an excuse to give the girl's large breasts another appreciative squeeze. In a few years they'd be as soft as her mother's but now they had the firm, springy resilience of youth and he savoured the warm heaviness of the pre-teen's precociosly developed boobs.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Uncle Fred? Really?" The man's compliment made her feel warm all over. Except that she wasn't sure if it was his words or the feel of his hand on her bubs? He was still holding it, too.
"You're even prettier than your mother, but don't tell her I said that." Fred's erection, which had wilted after he'd pulled out of his unresponsive partner, stirred again. What am I thinking of? What's the matter with me? Getting a hard-on from a kid.
"I like you, Uncle Fred. I like you more'n Daddy. You're so nice to me." The blossoming twelve-year-old girl looked up trustingly at her stepfather and pushed her big, young breasts against his hand. "I like it when you hold me, too. And it feels good. Your hand on my bubs." Melinda had no idea of what she was doing to the man beside her. Nor did she have any idea of what he would do to her before the night was over. She lifted one leg and hooked it over Fred's thigh, squirming closer to him. Do you like me, too?"
"I think you're a great kid, kitten," Fred replied as he looked at her plump, bare thigh. Her shortie pyjama bottoms (or maybe they were just her panties?) were scrunched up in the space between her open thighs, the elastic pantyleg sort of caught in the slit of her pudendum so that one fat, hairless roll of cuntflesh was uncovered. "But it's almost you bedtime, isn't it?" He wanted to get back into bed with her mother. Even if she was unconscious it would be a novel kick to pretend that Lucy was her daughter. And that would drive the obscene thoughts from his head.
"It's Friday night. I don't hafta go to school tomorrow. Can't I stay up until nine" The youngster grabbed his arm as she looked up with a cute, pleading smile and, as she grabbed him, her elbow bumped something hard between his legs.
"Yeah... but I'm tired and you have to go to bed before me." Fred tried to angle down so that the girl's arm wasn't pressing his erection but her arm stayed in contact, almost as if she was trying to excite him. And, trying to or not, she surely was.
Do you like me as much as Mom?" Melinda sensed that he was looking at her differently, now. She knew her arm was pressing his thing. Was that the reason? Men were funny. He'd had it inside her mother when she'd looked in the bedroom. Is that what was different? Was he thinking about that? Putting it in her? The young adolescent shuddered at the thought.
"I like you lots, Melinda. As much, but in a different way."
"Different how, Uncle Fred?" She shifted position again so that her arm was hard against his groin and his hand squeezed her breast until it almost hurt.
"You're still a little girl, kitten. I can't explain."
"Is it? Like? Coz you do stuff with her that you don't do with me?"
"Yeah... I guess that's part of it. You'll understand when you're older."
"But? Like? Tell me. I'll understand." Melinda could see that the man was looking down between her legs and she looked down, too. Her cunny was partly uncovered and she knew then, for sure, why he was acting differently. He wanted to put his thing inside her. In there. Would it hurt? Was Sally right? Would it feel good? She was torn between curiosity, fear and the chance to have him like her as much as he liked her mother.
"I was a dumb kid, I guess?" Melinda was kneeling beside Brent, one hand caressing his tool which, once more, was in a state of magnificent erection. Definitely he was enjoying the story of her initiation and she was giving him every detail, complete with her guesses as to her stepfather's thoughts. And she, herself, was getting turned on, too.
"No, kitten." and Fred firmly removed her arm from where it rested against his throbbing prick. "You have to go to bed."
"Awww... Uncle Fred? You don't really want me to go, do you?" Brazenly, the twelve year old slipped her hand under the man's shorts and grasped the hard fleshtube.
"OhmyGawwd, Melinda. Don't do that!" But Fred's protest was spoken in a choked voice as the youngster's warm, little hand closed around his organ. "You can't! Your mother would kill me!"
"I'm not gonna tell her, Uncle Fred." Melinda felt a sudden thrill, not a sexual one, but one of power. Her stepfather, despite his words, was like a puppet under her touch. She was in control of him. She could see, from the expression on his face, that he liked what she was doing. No, not just liked, he was beyond that. Rapture, maybe. And then his hand was between her legs, too, tugging aside her panties to touch her cunny.
"This is crazy, Melinda," Fred exclaimed as his stepdaughter's fumbling hand explored his genitals. His own fingers were probing the pulpy softness of her fat labia, pushing between them to the hot mouth of her tender, young vagina.
"Lemme see it, Uncle Fred... lemme see your thing," Melinda said with a nervous giggle. A strange thrill shot through her juvenile loins when her stepdad's finger rubbed her sensitive cuntal orifice and her hand squeezed his staff tightly.
"Alright, kitten," Fred gasped, his voice choked with lust. "And then we have to stop." The young girl's legs were opened wider now and he wondered if she was old enough to have an orgasm. Could he just make her cum and then send her to bed? That wouldn't be really bad, would it?
"Gawwlyyy! Is it always like this?" Melinda exclaimed as the man pushed down his shorts to free his thickly veined penis. "It's so hard!" She was on her knees then as her stepfather pulled her flimsy panties down over her big, firm bum and, with both hands now, the youngster played with his cock.
"Not always, kitten." His fingers were sliding easily over her naked sex, aided by the oily evidence of her juvenile arousal. God, it was smooth. He pulled her pyjama top up over her head so that her lovely, oversized twelve year old breasts were bared to his lustful gaze and, with his other hand, he played with the firm-fleshed melons. He knew he had to stop before he did something her'd regret but the sight and feel of the naked, young girl kneeling beside him was too delightful to stop just yet.
"Am I makin' you feel good, Uncle Fred? Do yuh like playin' this way?" A dribble of hot fluid escaped from the little hole at the tip of the man's tool and, when the youngster rubbed her fingers over the bulbous, purple knob, she felt his hips push up at her hand. Yes. He liked it. She'd show him she wasn't too young. Her own adolescent loins were afire, too, as her stepfather titillated her sex and mauled her swollen, young breasts.
"Ohhh Gawwd, kitten... oohhh yesss... but we have to stop," he protested but he made no effort to end the delightful sex-play. He'd make her cum, first, he rationalized as he found the little bump of her clitoris and rubbed it.
"Mmmm... mmmm... Uncle Fred? That feels good... sooo goood," the young girl moaned with girlish enthusiasm. A strange, new excitement was building in her belly and it added to the thrill of controlling her stepfather. "Am I doin' it right?"
The seeming guilelessness of the ripe-bodied youngster and her obviously growing excitement, incited his obscene desire. She moved compliantly as he guided her astride his lap, her plump thighs widespread, her fat, young pussy poised drippingly over his upthrust penis. "You're wonderful, Melinda... you're a lovely, little girl."
"Do yuh wanta do it, Uncle Fred? Like yuh do with Mom?" Melinda was gripping his tool tightly with both hands, her plump, young hips squirming as his fingers played excitingly with her juvenile sex. If she let him do it then she'd be able to get him to give her things. He'd have to or she'd threaten to tell her mother. Would it hurt? She was almost as big as her mother and she knew it didn't hurt her. Cautiously the young girl lowered her hips, holding the man's staff as she guided it to her virginal orfice.
"Oohhh Gawwd, kitten? You don't know what you're doing to me," Fred gasped as the warm softness of the youngster's pussy contacted the tip of his tool. She must have done it before, he thought. Some boy must have taken advantage of her innocence and screwed her. He looked down at the smooth, hairless bulge of flesh between her plump, widespread thighs, the slit gaping, spreading, as his knob pushed apart the swollen, twin fleshrolls. It was too much.
"Annh? Easy... careful, Uncle Fred," the girl cautioned breathlessly in her girlish voice as she felt the expanding pressure of his weapon entering her virgin portal. It was so hot! It almost burned her tender cuntflesh. Maybe she ought to stop him?
It was too late. The man had his hands on the spread of her plump, wide hips and was pulling her down. He moaned with pleasure as the hot, moist ring expanded to grip the tip of his throbbing tool like a liquid vise. He saw her eyes widen, her jaw drop in an unspoken, belated protest and then his ingress was halted by the barrier of her adolescent hymen.
"Kitten... ahhh kitten," he moaned. "Haven't you done this before?" It was a stupid question, and he knew it. The blockage that was delaying his entry had to be her hymen. The young girl was suddenly tense, resisting the downward pull of his hands on her hips. But he couldn't stop. He'd never had a virgin before. Never had a young girl, virgin or not. The glorious tightness was irrestible. The fact that he was going to be the first to fuck this delicious, curvaceous morsel was the icing on the cake. He pushed up and felt the fragile barrier yield inward and then, like a thin balloon that had been filled beyond capacity, Melinda's juvenile hymen imploded and half of the man's six inch tool was in her.
"Oohh! Ooucch! Hurts!" she cried out as a sharp pain shot through her lower body. But it was over almost as soon as it began and she was left with a hot sensation of fullness. Her hands, still between her legs grasping the hard fleshtube, prevented deeper entry but, overcome by the churning in her young belly, Melinda released her grip and, as she brought her hands to her mouth, she slid the rest of the way down on the man's upthrust tool.
"Sorry, kitten... I'm sorry," Fred moaned but he didn't feel the least bit sorry. The tightness of the youngster's passage was heavenly, her soft, elastic inner flesh gripping him in a way he'd never before felt. "I thought you'd done it before. I'm sorry."
"It's OK, Uncle Fred. I'm glad," the devirginated youngster said, breathlessly, her plump belly bulging from the sensation of being plugged by her stepfather's hard penis. Sally was right. It felt good. And, except for that momentary pain, it didn't hurt. Not much, anyway. There was an ache down there but it was a pleasant ache, an exciting one. "Do you like me? I mean... do I feel as good this way as Mom?"
"Ohhh Gawwd, kitten... I've never felt anything as good as this... am I hurting you, Melinda?"
"Nah... at first... but not now. Unnghh?" The young girl uttered a questioning grunt when the man pushed up again, wincing when his thickly veined shaft rubbed over the frayed, tender edges of her ruptured hymen. But the friction sent hot thrills shooting through her loins and, as he slid his hands under her bottom and began to raise and lower her buxom, adolescent body, she compliantly helped him.
"If it hurts you, I'll stop," Fred gasped as he savoured the incredibly tight clasp of the girl's pre-teen channel sliding up and down over his cock. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No... not now... don't stop, Uncle Fred... keep doin' it." Her stepfather's hands were on her breasts now, mauling them roughly as he pushed up into her. Melinda, no longer apprehensive, flexed her legs and rode him, her clit sliding over his hard shaft, and she felt the growing pressure in her belly as her excitement grew.
"Gawwd, Melinda. You're fantastic." The excited man mauled her heavy, young fleshbags as, gaining confidence and urged on by the feelings in her belly, the buxom twelve year old moved up and down of her own volition.
"Didja wanta do it? Fuck me? Before tonight, Uncle Fred?" The young girl was happy. She liked it and she liked making her uncle, her pseudo-uncle happy. It didn't hurt now. It just felt good.
"Oohhh baby... no... I thought you were too young." Her fat mons mashed against his hairy pubis each time she pushed down. She was taking all of him and he was sure she could have taken more, if he had it. "But you're a big girl, Melinda. I guess you needed to be fucked."
It was like when she played with herself, only better. There was a special feeling about him going in deep, then leaving her almost empty when she raised up. "I like fuckin', Uncle Fred. It's the funnest thing I ever did."
"And I like fucking you, Melinda." God! The feel of her tight cunt enclosing him and the sight of her fat, hairless mons mashing against him on her downstrokes was intensely, obscenely erotic. "It's our secret, eh?"
"I ain't gonna tell. Hurry, Uncle Fred! I wanta go faster!" The big, fat, young girl began to hump him furiously as she felt the pressure of impending climax in her juvenile loins... Her big tits flopped and swayed and the rolls of babyfat on her belly creased and smoothed and, on her downpush, creased again.
"Oh yes, Melinda... you need it the right way,", Fred groaned and, wrapping his arms around the big, young girl, he stood and then knelt to lay her on the floor.
"No! Oh no! Don't stop!", the young girl protested as her hips fell away and the man's cpck escaped the tight grasp of her throbbing pussy.
"I'm not stopping, baby. Not yet," Fred said through gritted teeth as he positioned himself between her loosely splayed thighs and directed his tool to the fat softness of her juicy, young cunt. "Oohhh Gawwd, Melinda! You're so tight! So fucking tight!" he exclaimed as he drove again to the bottom of her hairless, adolescent sheath.
Hunnggh! Unngghh!", the girl's childish grunt sounded as she felt herself again filled by her stepfather's hardness. Oh yes! This was what he was doing to her mother. Just like this! She lay beneath him in docile acquiescence as he fucked her with no consideration of her tender, bloodstained, devirginated young cunt or her unseasoned youth. Only twelve years old she might be but, as he ploughed the fat furrow of her swollen labia and felt the clinging tightness of her tight, young passage, he didn't care.
"Hunngh... yunggh... hurry... hurry Uncle Fred," the girl panted as she felt the pressure building within her. Her head lolled, her tongue projected pinkly from between her slackly gaping lips as the man hammered her open body. Melinda's legs bent at the kness and lifted as, inexpertly and awkwardly, she arched her ample hips upto him.
"Yes, kitten... oohh yesss... fuck me... fuck me," Fred moaned as the young girl's tight sheath massaged his throbbing weapon. His balls ached, pained, primed first by the girl's unconscious mother and then by the twelve year old's own tender charms. And then he felt the burning heat as his semen began its course from his cum-loaded testicles, through his rigid prick and up into the virgin depths of his stepdaughter's underaged quim. "I'm gonna cum!"
Melinda heard his loud gasp and sensed the change as her stepfather pushed hard and deep into her. His hands squeezed her ass tightly and she felt his deepthrust penis swell and buck within her. "Whah? What are you?... Oohhh... oohhhh," she exclaimed when she felt the sudden wetness inside her. "Oohhh, Uncle Fred?"
The youngster instinctively continued to move, her narrow corridor drawing successive spurts of sperm from the bucking, spitting fucktool as the man went limp on top of her pumping his sperm up into the writhing recesses of her underaged cunt.
"Oohhh Gawd, Melinda... oohhh Gawwd," Fred moaned and, realizing that she hadn't cum, he began to urge her to move faster.
"Hanh... hunh... hanh... hunh," the young girl panted. "Hannhh?" she cried out as she felt a huge wave of sensation wash over her juvenile loins. Her motions became awkward and erratic as she experienced her first fuck-made orgasm and her young belly bulged and palpitated with the strange bliss of climax.
"Cum kitten... cummm," Fred urged, anxious to bring her to completion before his cock deflated. He felt the spasm of her adolescent sheath as she lost rhythym and he exulted in his success. He could feel the wetness as some of the huge sperm-load he had pumped into her juvenile twat was squeezed from its tight confines by her contracting sheath.
"Oohhh gawwlyyy, Uncle Fred... that was fab... no wonder Mom loves you." The girl slumped weakly beneath him, her big, young boobs pressing up against his hairy chest. "Was I? Like? Do you still think I'm too young?"
"God no, kitten. But?" and Fred felt a sickness in his belly as the enormity of what he'd done sent fear through him."But it was wrong, Melinda. I'm too old for you. You're still just a child."
"I'm grown enough for this, Uncle Fred." Melinda felt a pang of disappointment as her stepfather's limp, drained tool slipped from her deflowered, young cunt. "You know I am... and you're not too old for me... I'm glad you did it. It'll be our secret."
Fred helped his stepdaughter to her feet and his fear was accentuated when he saw the trail of milky, bloodstained gism on his thigh. Oh God? What if he got her pregnant? Was she old enough for that? "Uh, Melinda?" he stammered, "Have you... like... started having periods?"
"Heehee... I been havin' them for two years, Uncle Fred. Why?"
"Uh, I just wondered. When is your next one due?"
"I dunno? I don't keep track. But pretty soon, I guess? Why do you want to know, Uncle Fred?"
"When it comes, you be sure and tell me, Melinda. I'll explain it then."
"It was about ten days... I think maybe I was late because of the shock to my system? Anyway, he was pretty nervous by then. He explained it all to me."
"So, did he ever do it again?"
"Yeah... I'm embarrassed," Melinda said, trying to look shy. "I was a dumb kid and I liked what he did so I guess I kind of led him on. Do you think I'm awful, sir?"
The girl's lewd tale had re-ignited Brent's lust as he tried to picture her as a smooth-cunted twelve year old. Melinda was stroking his upthrust erection with both hands as she looked at him with feigned innocence. "No, Melinda. But maybe he was."
"I bet you'd have done the same, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah... likely."
"Didn't you ever do it with a young girl, sir? I bet you did!"
"Uh... yeah... I guess I did... but I was young, too."
"Would you? Like? Do you want to do it again? I mean, with me?"
Brent was cupping Melinda's cum-dripping pussy and mauling her heavy fleshbags and his answer, though unspoken, was obvious. The buxom, young woman mounted him and then paused, her gaping slit poised just above his huge, upthrust tool.
"If I was just twelve and you were going to put that monster into me, I'd be scared out of my tree," she said with a smile as she lowered her wide hips and took the first three inches of his wrist-thick organ into her oft-plumbed channel. "I'm kinda scared right now, in fact. It's hard to believe I had all of that inside me."
"Oohhh yesss, Melinda... oohhh God yes!" Brent moaned appreciatively as the big-titted, young woman began her slide down his fuckpole. He felt the fantastic sensations caused by the clenching and unclenching of her passage as she lowered, slowly, impaling her lush body on his immense organ.
How well should she do this? Melinda, with her skilled technique, had commanded a premium fee and a large repeat market, by doing just what she was now doing to her boss. But would he guess that it took more than her pseudo stepfather to gain such skill? Or would he care? What the hell. I might as well give him the works. He's not my target husband, anyway, and it may get me a raise. Jeeze, he's big! Huge! And I love it!
"You're so big, sir. You make me feel like it's my first time all over again." She wasn't even sure that her efforts were having any effect. Her sheath was so stretched by his mammoth staff that her muscles, trained though they were, might not even be squeezing him.
"No virgin would be doing that, baby. Gawwd, you're good. Where... when did you learn that?"
"Uh... Uncle Fred... he stayed with Mom for almost three years. It may have been because of me? He... we... like... oohhhh Gawwdd, Brent... you're killing me..." the woman gasped when the tip of his cock bumped her cervix. "He... like... he taught me... but Mom caught us when I was fourteen and she threw him out. I guess it's like riding a bicycle... I still know how to do it."
"You mean he was the only one?"
"Yes... no... almost... there was one
other," Melinda lied, desperately trying to think of a credible story. "Last year... just once... my teacher in
Brent doubted her story but he didn't really care. She was so good that it didn't matter how many slices had been taken from her loaf and it wasn't as if he was planning on a lasting, serious relationship.
"Would you like me to be twelve, Brent? Do you wish I was still twelve?"
"If you looked like you do now... I probably wouldn't have taken as long as Fred did. You must have tempted lots of guys."
"Unnngh... Brent... I don't think I could've taken you when I was twelve? I think you must be right up between my breasts." Melinda exclaimed as her ass settled down on Brent's upper thighs. "I just wondered?... Like? Uncle Fred... he... no, I better not tell you. You'll think he was a pervert or something."
Brent just lay there savouring the slow, rhythymic squeeze and release of his cock by the young woman's educated sheath. Either Fred was a great teacher or Melinda had natural talent or, maybe, there were a lot more than Fred and the teacher. But, anyway, he wanted to hear more about Fred's pecadillos. "Tell me, Melinda. Fucking little girls with big tits doesn't make him a pervert... unless they're not willing."
"Yeah... and I guess I was willing, eh? Anyway, when I was thirteen, all of a sudden I got a lot of... you know... down there... hair... like I do now. Uncle Fred didn't like it and he got me to shave it off. That's how Mom caught on to what we were doing. But I kept myself shaved for almost a year before she figured it out."
"So Fred kept his little Lolita for a couple of years, eh?"
"What do you mean? Lolita?"
"Haven't you heard about her?"
"No. Who was she?"
"Lolita was a little girl... maybe not yet twelve... and definitely not built like you were at that age. She was sort of like you. She more or less seduced an older man and almost made a slave out of him."
"Oh? You mean Uncle Fred wasn't wierd. I mean, I always thought he was sort of different... strange... because he was doing it with me and I was so young?" Melinda was pleased. She couldn't let him know that she'd played Lolita for hundreds of men. Well, not exactly Lolita, for most of them wanted her to act scared and innocent, but at least, now, she knew that Brent was like them and liked young stuff.
"Your Uncle Fred was pretty normal except that most men don't get the kind of opportunity you gave him. I'm likely as bad... maybe worse... than he."
"You mean? Like? Do you like little girls, Brent?"
"I never had Fred's luck. And I'm pretty big for a little girl to handle."
"Would you like to pretend that I'm twelve? Like, bare down there?"
Brent was turned on by his secretary's story and her muscular sheath but, after pumping his first load of semen into her, his lust had lost its urgency. "Uh, how? Like, what were you thinking of, Melinda?"
"Do you want to do it? Shave me?"
"Hmmm... maybe... but first things first," and he began to pump up into her, taking command from her. Her big, soft breasts bobbled and swayed as he drove up into her and then, soon, Melinda lost all semblance of control. She felt as if she was being split open, reamed by her boss's mammoth dong.
"Hunh... hurry... hurry... faster, Brent... fuck me faster," she panted as the huge fleshpole plugged and unplugged her body. Her jugs bounced heavily as she rocked passionately astride the man's hips and the fire in her belly grew to a conflagration.
"Cum baby... cummm," Brent urged, afraid that he'd lose control. And then he felt her sheath contract as Melinda uttered a low, throaty groan. She jerked, twitched and writhed, grinding down on him until it felt to him as if he must be right up inside her womb.
"Yunh yunh yunh," the young woman chanted, her head thrown back, her big tits heaving as she writhed on the cuntfilling stake. Her ass slid lower between Brent's open thighs and her breath rushed out in a long sigh.
The spasmodic twitching of his secretary's snug channel was almost too much for him. Brent fought the urge to explode into her again and, for a moment, he regained control.
"You, sir... you cum too," Melinda urged and her fuckwell clamped down on the man's throbbing tool. The young woman ground down hard on his pubis and the tiny muscles in her cunt molded the channel to his hardness. It was as if a soft, mushy hand had gripped him and was drawing him even deeper into her depths. He felt the unstoppable beginning of his own orgasm and surrendered to its inevitability.
"Oh God, Melinda... I'm cumming," he groaned and it seemed to incite the full-bodied, young woman to even greater efforts. As his sperm rushed the length of his penis, her passage squeezed, released, and squeezed again. As she contracted her sheath, her hips rose and on the release, she lowered them and each spurt of hot gism was extracted as if by a milking machine. He felt as if she was sucking him into her cunt, balls and all.
"Ohhh sirrr... was I good? Uncle Fred taught me how to do that. He said I had a special talent? Was he telling me the truth?"
"Yes Melinda... he told you the truth. I never felt anything as good before. Ever," and Brent felt another series of squeezes on his deflating tool.
"I'm glad, Brent. Glad you liked it. But? If you're going to? Like? Want to do it again... I mean another day... I guess I ought to see a doctor? So I can get on the pill?"
It was working. Silently, she thanked Fawn, a girl she had lived with for a few months after she hooking. Fawn had been the one who had actually taught her muscle control and has enabled her to increase her income substantially. Men kept coming back, time after time, to experience the pleasure she gave them.
"Were you? Like, when you were getting it regular with your uncle... were you on the pill, then?"
"No... I was too young... to get them, that is... but he'd had a vasectomy. You haven't, have you?"
"No, Melinda." Brent sighed as the buxom woman dismounted from his hips, a virtual stream of creamy gism dribbling from her gaping, pink pussy.
"Gawwd?... I hope you didn't knock me up? It felt like you were filling me from a hose." Melinda grasped his softening tool. "And what a hose."
Cindy was excited and apprehensive. She was going on her first airplane trip and she was going to have to do everything for Mr. Andrews. Miss Lewis wouldn't be there to tell her what to do, or how.
"You're going to take over from me, Cindy, so you might as well start with this trip," Miss Lewis had said that morning. "It's a long flight but you won't have to do much work until tomorrow, so you can sleep."
"Alright, Miss Lewis. Is there anything special I should take with me?"
"No. Just enough clothes for one day and two nights." And you won't need many clothes for the nights. I wonder if she's as green as she acts? "He'll likely take you to a good restaurant tomorrow night, so take something classy, Cindy."
"I know I sound stupid, Miss Lewis, but I don't have much experience. I've never even been on an airplane before."
"Don't worry, Cindy. Mr. Andrews will take care of you." Believe me, baby. When you've had that wonderful prong up your quim, you'll know you're being taken care of...
"Just do whatever he tells you and you'll get along fine."
Cindy was happy. Her first trip on an airplane had been wonderful. She'd sat beside Mr. Andrews in the big seat and had eaten the wonderful food and even had wine with her meal and some delicious, sweet drinks after. She wouldn't be able to tell her parents about that part, though. Pentecostal ministers didn't approve of the 'demon rum'. But she'd liked it and it gave her such a warm, relaxed feeling.
"Are you hungry, Cindy?"
"Not really, Mr. Andrews. Not much, anyway."
"Well then, why don't you have a shower or whatever, and I'll just
order something from room service." It was almost ten at night here in
"Alright, sir. I'll only be a little while."
Mr. Andrews was such a nice man. Miss Lewis had been right when she said he'd take care of her and she didn't have to worry. Of course, her mother would have a fit if she knew her daughter was going to a man's room in a hotel all by herself but Mr. Andrews wouldn't even think of doing anything sinful. Except, maybe drink alcohol, but she'd done that too, on the airplane, and it wasn't the awful stuff her mother had made her believe. And besides, he was almost as old as her father. She quelled her vague uneasiness with another sip of her drink.
Cindy's mind wandered as she luxuriated in the big bathtub and sipped on the gin and tonic she'd made from the little refrigerator in her room. She was going to just love working for Mr. Andrews. And, especially the perks that came with the job. The wonderful airplane flights and staying in big, expensive hotels like this. She just had to be sure she did her work well and was nice to him so he'd like her. The uneasiness about being alone with him in his room remained, however. There was something, an event or events from her past that kept nagging her memory. What was it?
Damn, that Cindy was a beautiful, young piece. But she acted so damned naiive? She must know what he had in mind, didn't she? Quite a contrast to Melinda. Blonde in contrast to Belinda's dark hair. Perky tits. Not too small but not the huge, heavy jugs Melinda had... Marvellous shape, though. And that mouth! Brent stepped out of the shower and began to towel himself dry, his sexual appendage dangling as it awakened from it's small, dormant state. He was really going to miss Melinda's talents. Not only her bed-skills, but her uncanny ability (and willingness) to find luascious other partners for his frequent trips.
"What would you like to drink, Cindy?"
"I really shouldn't have anything, sir... but... just a little gin and tonic, I guess." It made Cindy feel sophisticated to ask for a drink. Until today she'd never tasted anything with alcohol in it and she really liked the drinks she'd had. She liked the warm glow it gave her, too. It wasn't like she'd been led to expect. She was in complete control of all of her faculties in spite of the three other drinks she'd had in her room during and after her bath.
"Just have a seat, Cindy. Room Service should be here shortly." Brent poured her a drink, and not the short one she'd asked for, then sat in a chair across from her. "I ordered a light meal, just some canapes and sandwiches. I hope that's OK with you?"
"That's fine, Mr. Andrews. I'm not very hungry." There was a knock on the door, signalling the arrival of their food.
"Was that enough, Cindy?" Brent stood and refilled her wineglass. "I didn't order any dessert so I guess we'll have to settle for some Bailey's." She must have had four of the milkshake-like licquers on the plane. And she didn't look like she really needed any more right now.
"Oh no thank you, Mr. Andrews. Not right now, anyway." The young woman felt woozy. Relaxed, but woozy. Her handsome boss's features were a bit blurred to her eyes as she got up from the table and went to sit on the sofa. Were all the drinks making her feel this way? What was Mr. Andrews's wife like? He hadn't said much about her although they'd talked a lot tonight. Someday maybe she would have a husband like him.
"Is there anyone special in your life, Cindy?" Brent sat down beside his secretary and casually placed a hand on her knee. She wasn't very big, he thought. Only an inch or two over five feet. Her skirt was a few inches above her knee, the light fabric falling loosely between her slightly parted thighs and confirming their shapely fullness. Her breasts were outlined under her white blouse, a handful, for sure. With his eyes he stripped off her clothes. How was she going to react when he made his move?
"No, Mr. Andrews. My parents... like... they're kind of strict and old-fashioned." She was conscious of the familiar way he had placed his hand on her knee and she wondered if she ought to go back to her room. But it was pleasant here. She sipped her Bailey's, glad that she could trust him. His hand felt cool against the skin of her thigh as it traced little circles on the flesh. Should she move away from him? An image from the past flashed before her.
She was eleven years old again and her thirteen-year-old cousin was gone from the bed they were sharing that night. Cindy remembered waiting for her to return and, after a few minutes, going to look for her. Before she'd gone to sleep, her cousin had been snuggling close to her and it had been nice, the other girl's body so big and soft against hers. Mr. Andrews's hand on her thigh felt warm now, too, but not as warm as Sarah had felt when she got Cindy to push her thigh up between her cousin's legs and press her secret place. The big, older girl had almost smothered her with her big, soft bubs pushing against her face and she'd acted real strange, like she was having trouble getting her breath. Then she'd sort of jerked and shook and she'd almost hurt Cindy by squeezing her legs on Cindy's thigh. Was that why she was gone? Was she ill? Had she gone to her uncle, Cindy's father, for medicine or something?
"Uncle Dan? What are you doing?" Cindy heard her cousin's exclamation from the den that her father used for an office and she looked through the narrow gap where the door was slightly ajar. Sarah was standing beside the Pastor and she didn't have any clothes on. Not a stitch. Cindy was surprised at how big her cousin was, up top. And her father was stroking and squeezing the soft, round fleshmounds. It gave Cindy a funny feeling in her stomach, something like she had begun to feel just before she fell asleep with Sarah.
"Well, that's good for me, anyway. You'll be able to concentrate on your work."
Brent's voice brought Cindy back to the present and she felt his hand move a bit higher, up under the hem of her skirt. "Maybe I will have another of those... you know... another drink?" She didn't really want it but her boss's hand on her leg worried her.
"You're growing up, Sarah. I saw how close you were to Cindy, in bed. But I understand, my dear." Cindy watched, openmouthed, seeing that her father's other hand was up between Sarah's legs. "I want you to kneel down, Sarah. We're going to have a special, secret prayer service. Sort of a special baptism."
Cindy hid outside the door and watched as her father guided his naked niece down on her hands and knees on the floor. The younger girl was fascinated by the way her cousin's big, heavy bubs jiggled and swayed as she knelt down and she wondered why her father was rubbing and squeezing them. Sarah was facing away from her but, when the preacher pushed down on her shoulders, she looked back over her shoulder at the preacher, her big, white bottom sticking up in the air.
"I forgot the ice for your drink, Cindy," Brent said as he sat down again beside his beautiful, young secretary. "I'll go get it."
The young secretary remained lost in reverie, remembering how her father had knelt down behind his niece and pushed down his pyjama bottoms. Cindy had a brief glimpse of something sticking out from below her father's waist but then he turned away and his bare bottom blocked her view of her cousin 's equally bare bottom. She turned her head, ashamed that she was looking at her partly naked father.
"Oh! Ouuch! Oohhh! You hurt me!" Sarah's loud complaint made Cindy look back again at where her father was kneeling. Her cousin was looking back, a pained expression on her face and Cindy saw that her father's knees were between Sarah's, the thirteen-year-old girl's legs now quite far apart. And her father's bottom was moving, closer to Sarah, then away, then closer again.
"Pray, Sarah. Pray for God's help to subdue your lust for another girl."
"Ungh... unh?... ungh... unh?" Cindy heard her cousin grunt when the minister's bum moved in, then utter a questioning sigh when he backed off. What was her father doing? She'd never heard of praying that way?
"Yes, Sarah... yesss," Cindy's father said softly. "Push back at me. Push!"
"Hanh... anhh... Uncle Daannn," the girl cried out and Cindy could tell that her cousin was wriggling her bottom and her lips were drawn back from her teeth in a strange expression.
Was her father hurting his niece? Cindy heard her father groan and he pushed forward and stopped moving except for short, little jerking motions.
"Uncle Dan? Hanh? What happened? Hanh? What did you do to me?" The girl's eyes had a glassy look and her mouth was hanging open and Cindy, too, wondered what her father had done.
"Where do you live, Cindy?
Cindy snapped back to the present when her boss asked the question and, stammering and disturbed by her memory, replied, "I... I have a little basement apartment, Mr. Andrews. Debby... my... my sister lives with me."
"Oh? Where does she work?"
"She doesn't, sir. Debby still in school. In
grade seven. My parents are away in
"Hmmm... I see." Brent watched the young woman for reaction as he again placed his hand on her silken thigh." Who is taking care of her while you're away?"
"She's staying with Reverend McClean. He's Daddy's... my father's friend." Cindy squeezed her legs together nervously, trapping her boss's fingers. The image of her father with his hand up between Sarah's open legs became more vivid. And what happened after, too. She was sure that her father wouldn't have done what Mr. McClean had told her about. Not with his niece. His thirteen year old niece. But what had he done?
"I hope it's not too inconvenient for you to make trips like this, Cindy? There likely will be quite a few."
Reverend McClean was on Cindy's mind now. And Debby. Cindy had been twelve, like Debby was, now, when Reverend McClean had helped her understand about what Sarah and Cindy's father had been doing. She hadn't told the student minister about them, of course, but Sarah had been twelve when she had acted so strangely and when Reverend-to-be McClean demonstrated about the perils she would face in her teens, she had become very disturbed. Was he now demonstrating the same things to her younger sister? Was Debby having the same feelings that she, herself, had experienced?
"No, I don't think it'll be a problem, Mr. Andrews." Cindy relaxed her legs again. Reverend McClean had warned her that there was a fine line sometimes between what God wanted and Satan's wiles. She had been scared, at first, when the student minister had put his hand up between her legs. It was alright for him to do that, he'd told her, because he was a man of God. But she should never let a boy do it. "Do you go to church?"
Brent was surprised, nonplussed, by the young woman's question. "Uh, yeah. Sometimes, Cindy. Why do you ask?" Her father was a preacher so, he realized, her question was not so strange. Was there something true about what they said about ministers' daughter's and deacons' sons? Was she wild? So far she didn't seem to be? He was getting mixed signals from her. His hand had freedom again between her legs but he didn't want to go to fast and scare her off.
"It's just... like... you know? If you're a Christian man, I? Like?" How was she going to say it? Reverend McClean had told her, showed her, that he could be trusted even though he'd warned her about boys her own age. Maybe Mr. Andrews could be like the minister? "I guess I can trust you more if you're Christian, sir?"
"Let me get you some more Bailey's, Cindy." Brent took the empty glass from her and went to the bar fridge for the last of the little bottles. He opened also a bottle of vodka and added it and some ice cubes to her drink.
He was such a nice man. Tonight, after she was back in her room, she would pretend he was her Minister, even though Reverend McClean was the only minister who had shown her how to keep Satan away. Cindy's mind wandered to that day, seven years ago, when the student preacher had spoken to her about fornication.
"It's in the Bible, Cindy. You're becoming a woman now and it is my duty, as your spiritual guide, to explain it to you."
The naive, twelve year old girl had not known what he meant. Mr. McClean, soon to be the Reverend McClean, was living with them that summer as a student preacher in her father's church. She liked him lots but, that day, he was acting differently.
"Uh, what's that, sir?" Cindy self-consciously adjusted the halter of her new, two-piece bathing suit. She should have got a larger size. In the past two months her budding, young breasts had gone from barely discernible bumps on her chest to very visible, orange-sized mounds and the halter was tight over them. Too tight.
"You're growing up, Cindy. And you're going to experience temptations you haven't met before." The young man cupped one of the little fleshy globes that was overflowing the flimsy top of her bathing suit. "Soon you'll get funny, warm feelings down here," he said softly and he slid his hand up the inside of her bare thighs to their juncture, barely covered by her bathing suit.
Cindy had not known what he was talking about but, that afternoon, the young preacher-to-be had used his biblical knowledge to overcome the pre-teen's apprehensions and, more importantly, introduce her to the temptations of the flesh and show her how to gain temporary relief. In the seven years since then, Cindy had regularly and guiltlessly masturbated, although not with the same mind-blowing result produced on that day, and several following days, by Mr. McClean. It was not right for a man to spill his seed, he had told her, but for a girl, it was right, in God's eyes.
Was he explaining it to Debby? Would Mr. Andrews? No! She couldn't think like that! Cindy was in a haze, her eyes at half-mast as she sipped the sweet drink. It burned her throat as it went down, and she shuddered, a chill running down her spine, as the heat reached her stomach.
Had he gone too far with the drinks? Brent didn't want to fuck a slack-legged drunken woman, even one as desirable as this. Her head was resting against the back of the sofa, her eyes nearly closed. But her thighs were farther apart now. Her skin felt velvety to his touch as he moved his hand higher. Careful, he cautioned himself. Don't scare her.
She was twelve years old again. Mr. McClean was saying goodbye to her. She ached at the thought of him leaving. What would she do? Her hand closed over his as it moved familiarly up between her legs. She'd tried what he'd suggested but she couldn't seem to quench Satan's fire the way the young minister did. She pulled his hand right up hard against the source of the fire.
My God! She wants it! She's asking for it! Brent felt a surge of excitement mixed with disappointment. She wasn't the innocent he'd hoped for but, at that moment, he just wanted to fuck this luscious, young creature.
She felt as if she had a balloon between her legs as she jammed the man's hand against her swollen flesh. Her other hand reached over to the hardness between Mr. McClean's legs the way he'd taught her and she raised her bottom from the couch so he could take off her panties.
"Oh yes, Cindy Oohhh yesss." This was clearly one hot, little piece. Brent peeled her flimsy panties down over her ivory thighs, past her knees until they dropped to the floor. Her short skirt was upto the top of her legs now and his fingers played with the puffy cuntflesh. Wonderful. Her scanty growth of blonde, wispy pubic hair made her pussy look almost bald. Like a pre-teen's, probably. He felt her hand rubbing on his erection, encased within his pants. Was it time to take her to the bedroom or should he fuck her right here, on the floor?
Mr. McClean's voice sounded different. Deeper and heavier. And the hardness felt bigger, too. He'd never done it this way before. Never taken off her panties. Was it because he didn't want to leave? Oh my? He's unbuttoning my blouse. I don't care. He can take off all my clothes if he wants to. Just this once.
Brent fingered the girl's cuntlips, his fingers spreading the oily moisture from between the soft fleshrolls while stripped off her skirt and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. Wonderful. She hadn't worn a brassiere. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples small but sticking out like little spikes from the conical, pebbled areola. He bent down to kiss the beautiful, and now naked, young woman.
"Hmmph." A weak exclamation escaped from Cindy's mouth as the man's lips covered hers. He'd never done that before, either. He'd told her never to let a boy kiss her because that gave Satan more power over her. But this was her minister. Her wonderful minister. Cindy relaxed.
What a wonderful mouth. Her lips were so soft, even with her mouth closed like it was. Brent traced the outline of the girl's lips and sensed a relaxation. "You're a beautiful girl, Cindy. A wonderful girl."
Cindy parted her lips. She was apprehensive but the touch of his tongue on the inside of her lips added to the pleasures from his caressing hands. It had never been as exciting as this. How she was going to miss him.
Brent eased the nude girl from the sofa to the plushly carpeted floor. He would have preferred a seduction but this was still going to be great. The contrast of fucking this slender, shapely, firm-bodied girl, compared to Melinda's buxom softness, would be marvellous. He worked his pants down to free his hugely throbbing tool.
What was happening? Cindy's drink-fogged brain struggled to break from the fuzziness. She was on her back. Mr. McClean was above her, his bulk shielding her from the lights in the room. OH NO! It wasn't Mr. McClean. She wasn't twelve! OH NO! The young woman returned to the present with a shocked realization of where she was.
"Sir? Oh, Mr. Andrews?" Cindy cried out. "Oh, sir? What are you doing? No! I have to go to my room?" How could this have happened? She was foggily aware of her situation. Her clothes were gone. Her boss was on top of her, or at least, almost so, kneeling above her. She struggled weakly to rise and then his mouth was on hers again, his tongue pushing her teeth apart and thrusting into her mouth.
His secretary's hot breath gusted into his mouth as he mashed his lips against the softness of hers, stifling her frightened protest. Brent pinned her writhing, struggling body to the floor with his hips, his hairy chest rubbing her firm tit-mounds, his cock sandwiched between their bellies.
"Hmmph... unnnghh... hunnghh," the girl grunted in panic as she tried to throw him off, her hands pushing futilely at her boss's shoulders. He was too big. Too strong. The room spun around her and she went limp, closing her eyes.as if that might end this nightmare.
She's a good actress, Brent thought as he felt the girl relax. If he hadn't known, from her ready acquiescence to being fingered and undressed, that his secretary was a willing participant in their intimacy he might have believed she was really trying to fight him off. Next time he'd ask her to keep protesting until he was in her. Rising up from Cindy's shapely frame, he looked down at her lustfully.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together, Cindy. Next time I'll write a script and we'll relive your first time." He angled his huge staff to her swollen cuntslit, watching as the peach-sized, purple knob pushed the soft folds of flesh apart, obscenely excited by the youthful, underaged appearance of Cindy's blonde, sparsely furred pudenda.
A thrill, electric in its intensity, shot through the girl's belly when the hot, hard weapon slid against her clitoris and her eyes fluttered open. She stared, without comprehension, at the mammoth projection, the thick, white cylinder that bridged the nine inch gap between the man's furry loins and the cockspread lips of her bulging cunt.
"Mr. Andrews... shirrrrr..." Cindy gasped as a feeling of total helplessness washed over her. Her boss looked like a giant hovering above her and the huge pole, as thick as her wrist, was like a gigantic, blunt spike that, she knew, he was going to drive into her unprotected body. Mr. McClean had told her she could never permit that. Not until she was married. "It'sh late... I'm your shecretary... shtop... I gotta go," she slurred, her tongue thick from the drinks. But she couldn't move, immobilized by the sight of his threatening cock, like a mouse frozen in the gaze of a predator's eyes.
Brent too was looking down. Despite her protests, Cindy's position was one of abandon with her legs apart, her flat belly quivering with tension and her young face with those full, red lips looking up at him with apprehension. There was an innocence in her eyes that surprised and pleased him. God, what an actress, he thought as he pushed his rigid tool deeper between the soft lips of her pussy.
Cindy knew, vaguely, what the sex act was but, even when Reverend McClean had masturbated her and, under her bottom, she could feel the hard lump in his pants, the idea of a boy (or a man) putting himself inside her was ill defined and hard to comprehend. And now, with her boss poised above her as he was, the concept was incredible. There was no way that Mr. Andrews could put himself, put that monstrous third arm up inside her little hole. He was too big. It was impossible. He'd kill her. Then she remembered again Sarah's cry of pain when her uncle, Cindy's father, had 'prayed' with her. Was that it? Had her father put himself inside his niece, Sarah? If her father, a Christian minister did it with his niece, then her boss, Mr. Andrews, might do it with his secretaries? Even if he was a nice, Christian man.
Like a heat seeking missile, the ponderous head of Brent's cock homed in on the girl's cuntal orifice and slowly began to force its way into the unused opening. Oh yes, she was going to be tight, he thought with pleasure as the soft, elastic mouth stretched and dilated, surrounding his knob with a moist, yielding grip.
Cindy's big, blue eyes widened in alarm but she lay there, petrified and immobile, feeling the slowly stretching pressure as her boss began to violate her. "Nahhh... shtop... oohhh shirrr... shtopp," the girl moaned drunkenly with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face. She strained her legs wider apart as if that would relieve the splitting sensation in her loins and her trim hips recoiled defensively.
What? Oh God! She's a virgin! Brent felt the blockage of his secretary's inviolate hymen impeding his inward progress and he looked at her with exultant joy. Her pretty, red lips drew back from her white teeth in a grimace of discomfort and her pelvis rotated downwards to escape her certain fate.
"Doohhnn'tt... noooo... shhtopp," the girl protested as she felt the painful ache from her inward stretching, vestal shield. Her legs jerked in a futile spasm of escape and she cried out, "Hurrtttssshh... noooo... hurrttsshh" as the sharp pain of her tearing hymen shot through her loins and she ground her firm bottom down into the plushly carpeted floor, trying to escape the agony of her defloration.
A sudden rush of blood added to the heat of the girl's cunt as her cherry imploded and three inches of his member surged up into her cringing pussy. Brent's chest came down on her upthrust breasts and his hands grasped the firm globes of her buttocks, holding her still as, with miniscule, screwing advances, he slowly penetrated the narrow channel, stretching and smoothing the tiny corrugations of her deflowered vagina.
The girl screamed wordlessly and squirmed as the mountain of hard flesh burst into her. She was acutely aware of every thick-veined irregularity of the huge shaft that was straining the walls of her tight, little vagina and her drink-dulled mind tried to comprehend the enormity of what was happening.
It had been years since Brent last had a virgin and he'd almost forgotten the intense delight of the cock-skinning tightness of an unused cunt. He felt a lewd sense of triumph as he slowly entered his secretary's beautiful body, watching her pretty face twisting in fear and apprehension as, totally dominated by her boss, Cindy surrendered to her ravishment.
The young woman felt as if her loins were being purged and she whimpered
softly as, inch by tortured inch, she was filled with his cock. He had risen up
again from her breasts and she looked down timidly to see the wide parted
fleshrolls of her labia and the thick, white stake that was pushing them apart.
"Nahhh... nooo... nooo
"I didn't know, Cindy. I thought you'd done this before," Brent said solicitously and he restrained his urge to drive the remaaining two inches of his tool into her vise-tight passage. "Just relax, Cindy. It'll be alright. I promise."
Cindy felt a sense of gratitude and relief. He hadn't meant to hurt her. And the hurt was less now. "I'm shorry, shir. It wash my fault." Reverend McClean had warned her not to lead men on. He'd told her that men were weak and that Satan controlled them more than he controlled girls. Mr. Andrews wasn't a minister like Mr. McClean was so he hadn't been able to stop after she allowed him to touch her. She should have waited until she was in bed and then pleasured herself the way Mr. McClean had taught her. "I let Shatan control me, Mr. Andrews. I know it washn't your fault. I don't blame you," she whimpered, ashamed at what she'd caused.
This was going to be special. Already it was special. He'd virtually raped her, at least in a technical sense for she'd said no, and she was accepting responsibility. He let his hotly throbbing tool soak in the hot, tight confines of her unused vagina, looking down at the trickle of red, vestal blood that stained the cock-engorged lips of her cunt. He slid his hand down and found the hard, slick bump of her clitoris where it peeked out under its monk's hood between the gaping fleshrolls.
His touch sent an intense thrill shooting through her lower body and, in spite of the terrible aching sensation from being so hugely expanded, an intense warmth grew within her. Was that it? Was he going to do what Mr. McClean had done? Give her that delightful, sinful feeling? Maybe it was alright? Maybe Mr. McClean had not told her all the truth? The pain was gone and the ache was lessening as Cindy's fuckwell adjusted to the invasion.
"It was meant to be, Cindy. It's nobody's fault," Brent murmured as he titillated her clit and cautiously flexed his cock within her. "I know you're a very good Christian. It was God, not Satan, that made this happen", he continued. How gullible was she? What sort of sexual games could he seduce her into?
"Oh, Mr. Andrews? Do you think sho? You mean? Like? Unnghh!" Cindy uttered a breathless grunt when Brent pushed deeper, the tip of his cock bumping the hardness of the girls cervix. "I thought? A minishter told me I shouldn't?"
"You'll understand, Cindy... it feels good, doesn't it?" Brent felt her clitoris become harder, maybe larger, as he rubbed it and her body seemed to relax a bit beneath him. His mouth covered hers and he began to tongue-fuck her between her slackly open lips. He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. The soft grip of her vagina was too exciting.
"It... annhh... it hurt me... at firsht, sir?" Cindy replied when he raised his face from hers. She felt as if there was a mammoth tree up inside her but his finger was igniting the same feelings she had when she touched herself in bed at night. Only more intense. More intense even than when Mr. McClean had touched her there. "But? I thought thish was jusht to make babiesh, Mr. Andrews?"
"That too, Cindy." With a fierce thrust, Brent pushed home the last length of pulsating flesh, stuffing his secretary with the entirety of his huge penis.
"Hunnghhh!"Cindy's grunt exploded in her boss's face as he ground against her pelvis and his member stretched her innocent vagina to its elastic limits. She was completely paralyzed by the deepthrust hardness but, as he writhed and squirmed between her widely splayed thighs, the base of his tool rubbed on her clitoris and the heat in her loins grew to a conflagration as the stimulation of her genitals brought her to a peak.
Brent felt his young secretary tremble, her hips jerk, and then her soft, tight passage twitched. He had not really fucked her yet but, as her vagina contracted and massaged the sensitive underflesh of his cocktip, he felt the fire in his aching balls and his tool bucked within the girl's spasming cunt.
"Unh... hunh... unh," Cindy gasped as wave after wave of hot sensation washed over her loins. Her boss's huge hardness was jumping within her and then she cried out in breathless surprise, "Whaahhh... annhhh", as her virgin passage was inundated with his hotly spurting semen.
The girl's tight cunt seemed to have a rhythym that complemented his as he exploded into her. It clamped down on him, then, as the first viscous jet ejaculated, the channel loosened as if to permit his sperm to enter her. The flooding passage alternately tightened and loosened for his successive blasts into her depths, draining his lust into the virgin canal.
"Are you alright, Cindy," Brent asked as he slumped down on her slender, quivering frame. "Did you cum?"
"Oohh shirrr? What did you do?" Cindy could feel the heavy wetness within her. She was weak, her body almost debilitated by the intensity of her climax.
"I went off, Cindy. You were wonderful." Was this the time to try out the injection his doctor had provided as a means of extending his staying power? Brent slowly withdrew from his secretary's ravished cunt, a trickle of thick, white semen escaping from the flooded channel and contrasting with the traces of virgin blood that stained her pink labia.
Cindy felt abandoned as her boss pulled out of her distended vagina and she uttered a low moan at her abandonment. There was an emptiness, now, although the ache in her tender, violated vagina remained. Through drink-dulled eyes she saw him go to the bathroom and return moments later. Her eyes widened as she saw again the mammoth projection from his hairy groin. Had he put all of that inside her? How had she taken it? She glanced down at her naked body and visualized where, inside her, he must have been. Then, as he knelt between her loosely splayed legs, she wondered if he was going to put it in again.
"Am I hurting you, Cindy," Brent asked solicitously as he slowly penetrated her still tight but no longer virgin fuckwell. There was a squishy sound as he dipped into the viscous puddle at the bottom of her vagina and she grimaced prettily as the tip of his tool again pushed against her cervix.
"Nah... no... not like before," she whimpered and, as they once again became one, she felt a sense of security, a fullness that was strangely pleasant despite the ache in her newly devirginated passage. And then he was moving, his hugeness sliding in and out, and she remembered how her father's bare bottom had moved when he was 'praying' with her cousin, Sarah. Yes. This was what he'd done. It must be alright. But what about Debby? She was only twelve but was Reverend McClean doing this to her, too? The disquieting thought evaporated as she felt the heat growing again in her belly.
God, what a piece, Brent mused as he fucked his secretary. The injection certainly worked. He'd been screwing his young employee for almost an hour, non-stop, and he was tired. But she too was exhausted after her innocent body had been wracked by an endless succession of orgasms. When he'd begun to truly fuck her she had, at first, been timid, maybe frightened. Then she had begun to move, awkwardly at first but soon her lithe frame was writhing under him, her legs lifting as she grunted and panted. She was still tight but, with the added contribution of two more loads of sperm, she was sloppy wet and, as he pumped on her, wet sounds emanated from her cum sodden pussy.
Then, with a fierce upward thrust of her hips, Cindy climaxed again just as she felt her employer jerking and spraying within her. Her tunnel grasped at him and pulled him deeper. The course that Reverend McClean had set for her years ago was culminating in Cindy's total surrender to her sexuality. Throwing her legs around her boss's body, she held him within her until she felt the last of his juices splashing against her inner self.
Cindy threw her head from side to side and cried out in passion as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She locked her legs around the man as she felt his huge cock jerk and spasm within her. Her tunnel grasped and pulled at his cock as it tried to draw it even deeper inside as she felt its tip push even harder against her womb. Even the pain of having her virginity taken was forgotten in her need to make the wonderful feelings she was experiencing last longer.
Pushing her hips upward, Cindy attempted to increase the total feeling of touching and belonging as she pulled Brent's mouth to her swollen nipple and pleaded with him.
"Uh, uh, uh Sir, please don't stop... not yet... keep it in me... deeper Mr. Andrews... move it... oh, yes," she moaned and panted in the ecstasy of her extended climax.,
With each upward thrust of her hips, Cindy felt as if her body was opening to receive him... all of him. She could feel her tunnel opening to receive him, the inner flesh grasping and kissing against his hardness. Each time he passed the area where her maidenhead had been, she gave an involuntary wince of pain.
Cindy's body strained upward to meet Brent's thrusts, until she felt his rod jerk and spew its juices deep into her. The hardness of his tool deep inside her made the final climax more intense than anything that she had ever felt before. Tossing her head from side to side and moaning, she finally got the release that she needed.
Brent stayed on top of the delightful, young beauty, his artificially hardened cock still erect even though he felt as if the girl's softly muscled sheath had milked him dry. They slept, still coupled.
What was she going to do? Cindy sat on the toilet and felt the stubble on her
shaven pussy. She'd have to shave again, she thought. Her boss hadn't asked her
to do it but she knew he liked her better that way. But that wasn't her
problem, now. Darn. Had it only been ten weeks since that night in
He couldn't marry her. She knew that. He was already married and he had kids, too. Kids other than the one growing inside her. But she couldn't stand to lose him, either. But how could she keep him when she got a big belly? He was so wonderful. It made her knees liquid just thinking of him. She wouldn't tell him yet. But she had to find a way to keep him while she was big-bellied with his child.
"Uh, Mr. Andrews? Can you do me a big favour?"
Brent looked up from his desk at his secretary. She still looked innocent, even though she'd been completely initiated into sex, her ripe mouth and firm ass now both used for his lascivious pleasure. And she knew the words. There was a special erotic delight in hearing 'fuck me, sir' from her pretty mouth.
"It's my sister, sir," Cindy continued when her boss nodded. "I have to go visit my parents this weekend but Debby can't go. She has to read in church on Sunday and the McCleans are away." Cindy's knees wobbled as she saw the familiar glint in her boss's eyes. Ever since Ms. Lewis left to get married, he'd often asked her, in the morning, to 'relieve his tension'. Was he going to ask her again today? She'd shaved her pussy this morning, just in case." Anyway, Mr. Andrews, do you think? Like? Could Debby stay with you? She won't be any bother. I know she won't."
She'd start to show soon so she sure hoped that her plan would work. Mr. Andrews liked to have her pretend she was a young schoolgirl and he'd got her to shave off what little hair she'd had on her pussy, too, so she'd be even more like a young girl. (Funny, now she could say pussy and cunt and cock and fuck and hardly get embarrassed at all.) Anyway, Debby had a woman's body, even if she was only twelve. And Cindy was sure that somebody, maybe Reverend McClean, was going to take advantage of her sister's innocence before long. From what she'd been able to learn by asking her vague questions, the minister had already been doing to Debby what he'd done to Cindy when she was twelve. And, if Mr. Andrews did it with her sister, fucked her, it would still be in the family and Debby wouldn't take him away from her. They could share him and, she rationalized, since Mr. McClean or some other man was going to fuck Debby before long anyway, it would be better if a nice man like Mr. Andrews was the one. God would understand, Cindy rationalized.
"Now don't you be a bother to Mr. Andrews, Debby. And be sure to get up in time for church on Sunday. You do whatever he wants, too. Hear! He's being nice enough to let you stay with him so help him out any way you can." Let him fuck you, little sister. So we won't lose him, Cindy added to herself. I know you're only twelve but you're bigger down there, through your hips, than I am. She felt a bit guilty but, at the same time, a lewd thrill shot through her. Maybe sometime when they didn't know it, she'd watch. She didn't feel jealous or worried about it. Debby, after all, was her sister. And, especially, she was only twelve years old.
Brent couldn't hide his surprise. The twelve-year-old girl bore no resemblance at all to her older sister. She had dark hair in short pigtails, chubby cheeks and she was stocky of build. Stocky? No, that didn't quite describe her. Stacked was more like it. Had it not been for her face, he'd never have thought her to be a child, especially a pre-teen little girl. Did Cindy trust him that much?
"Sure, Sis. He won't even know I'm here... 'less he wants to," and she smiled shyly at the older man. He's older'n Reverend McClean, she thought, as she looked at the big, handsome, greying man. Is he going to want me to sit on his lap like Reverend McClean and Sherry's Dad does? Will Cindy be mad at me if I let him feel me? It's kinda scary.
"I hope you can cook, Debby. Unless you want to eat hotdogs all weekend?"
"I can do Kraft Dinner... and hotdogs, sir." Reverend McClean says I hafta be careful around men but I guess it'll be alright with Mr. Andrews. Will he want me to rub his thing like Pastor McClean does? I shoulda asked Sherry about it.
"Debby! You know that's not the truth. She cooks most of our meals, Mr. Andrews. And she's a good cook." Cindy was a bit jealous now, from the glint in her boss's eyes. But this was what she wanted, wasn't it? Better that it be her little sister than some stranger she didn't know. Would Debby be scared if... when... he moved on her? Gosh. Even at nineteen and after too much to drink she herself had been terrified. But, even if Debby was only twelve, Cindy wasn't as big as she so, youth notwithstanding, Debby would be able to handle Mr. Andrews's huge cock. Oh my! I'm awful. But it makes me tingle down there... it makes my cunt wet just thinking of it. I wonder if he'll teach Debby to say those things? Again a pang of jealousy shot through her.
"Okay, Debby. Your room is right at the top of the stairs. You can go and get settled in. We'll sort out the cooking." Is Cindy putting me to some kind of test? She must know I have daydreams about screwing jailbait? She's smart enough that she even shaved her pussy for me. Damn. This is going to be a difficult weekend.
"I'll be back Sunday night, sir," Cindy said after her sister went into the house. "But I'll call you tomorrow night to see how you're making out." What was he thinking? Should she find some way to tell him it was all right with her if he fucked her sister? I hope Reverend McClean hasn't done it already? No. I'm sure he hasn't. He never tried to go that far with me. He's a good minister.
"Didja like supper, Mr. Andrews?" He ate it like he did, anyways. But he looks at me like Mr. Guest does, like he's tryin' to see through my clothes. I wonder if he looks at Cindy that way? Boy, she's sure different since she started workin' for him. I wonder if he does stuff to her like Sherry told me about? Gets inside her and stuff? The twelve year old shuddered at the thought.
It was eight o'clock and Brent was relaxing, reading and watching TV at the same time. "Delicious," he replied, stretching the truth a bit. His cute, young houseguest was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which were worn and threadbare, as if she'd had them a long time. And she probably did, he mused, since they were very obviously too small for her.
"Are you'n Cindy gonna get married, sir?" the young girl blurted out and then, embarrassed that she'd asked such a personal question she blushed.
"No, Debby. She's my secretary. We just work together. I'm already married." Why would Debby ask that? Had Cindy told her anything? "Why? Do you want your sister to get married?" God, what great tits! And the way those shorts cling to her ass and pussy, she's asking to be screwed. Or she would be if she was older.
"It's not that, sir. I just?... just wondered, that's all." Mr. Guest, Sherry's Dad, had looked at her like Mr. Andrews was now, the night he'd put his hands on her bubs. And Pastor McClean always played with them while he did stuff with his other hand to make her feel that special way. Did Mr. Andrews want to do that, too? The busty youngster felt the sudden warmth in her juvenile loins as she remembered how good the Pastor made her feel. Why did he always say she shouldn't ever let anyone else do that? It didn't feel nearly as good when she did it to herself?
"How old are you, Debby?" Maybe he'd misheard her age? But her face fitted a twelve-year-old girl, even if her body didn't. And he'd fucked girls younger than that, but that was many years ago. Hell, he had to stop thinking that way.
"I'm twelve, sir. I'm in grade seven."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, not a real one. Cindy says I can't go out on dates until I'm sixteen. And Daddy prob'ly wouldn't want that, even." Debby thought about her father and what Sherry had told her. 'He went away coz they caught him screwin' a girl he was gettin' ready to be baptised. They say he's done it to lotsa girls.' Debby didn't believe Sherry but sometimes, when she was sitting on Reverend McClean's lap and she could feel the hard lump under her bottom while he made her feel good, she wondered if he was almost doing what Sherry said her father had done.
"I see... that's too bad. You'll disappoint a lot of guys, Debby." Brent got up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a huge scotch. God. He had to watch himself. It would have been better if his family was here instead of being away for the summer. "You can watch whatever you want on the television, Debby. I'm going to read." He thought about his wife, Val. She was getting it from someone else, he was sure, but he couldn't really complain. As long as the kids didn't find out.
Brent was on his third stiff scotch but the only things the drinks had relaxed were his inhibitions, of which he had very few, anyway. The girl had not helped. Unselfconsciously, she had sprawled on the floor in front of him before the big-screen TV. First she lay on her belly, propping her head up on her hands and giving him a view of her lovely, firm ass, the twin hemispheres tightly contained by her flimsy, undersized shorts which molded right into the deep crack that split her asscheeks into two lovely melons.
A better ass than her sister's, he mused. Big enough that it would roll nicely under me if I was assfucking her. Damn. I have to stop thinking that way.
"I sure like the big screen, sir," the girl said as she rolled over on her back, facing away from him but twisting her head around to look up at him.
"That's good. Are you sure you're comfortable."
"Sure... this is great," but Debby's gaze lingered for a moment, staring at the bulge in Brent's shorts before returning to the screen. Are all men like that? Is he gonna wanta rub against me like Pastor McClean and Mr. Guest? She felt a faint warmth stirring in her young loins as she associated the bulge with what her minister did to her. Did Mr. Andrews want to do that, too? Would Cindy be mad if she let him?
The view was even better, Brent thought, as his temporary houseguest lay there, her big tit-globes stuck up like twin honeydews under her tight T-shirt... They didn't look quite as firm as honeydews, however. They were soft enough and heavy enough that, even at twelve, they sagged outward a bit. She was sure going to be huge when she was grown. Her plump belly made a little, convex mound and, below it was the bulge of her mons with her skimpy, undersized shorts defining the crevice that split her vulva. He imagined what it would be like to be between the short, little girl's legs with his cock up in her fat, little cunt. A wedge of soft flesh had escaped the high-riding leg of her shorts with only the faintest trace of adolescent fuzz showing. God, he'd like to fuck her. Were little girl cunts as good as he remembered?
Debby couldn't concentrate on the TV program. Mr. Andrews's image was reflected on the screen and she could see that he wasn't reading. He was looking at her. She shifted position, self-consciously, crossing her arms over her breasts and closing her legs. There was a pronounced bulge under his shorts now and it looked as if it would be uncomfortable to sit on his lap like she did on the Pastor's lap.
Reflections work both ways and, after a few minutes, Brent realized that his young houseguest wasn't watching the TV very closely. He too shifted position to hide his erection and, draining his scotch, he got up to refill his glass. Was there some way he could make a move on the buxom youngster without scaring her?
It was close to bedtime and the twelve-year-old girl was disturbed. She had that funny itch between her legs and she knew that, tonight, she'd have to rub herself to relieve it. Would Mr. Andrews do it for her like Reverend McClean did? The Pastor liked to have her sit on his lap when he did that and she knew that it made him feel good, too. And she could see that Cindy's boss had a lump in his lap, just like Reverend McClean, only maybe bigger. Should she ask to sit on his lap?
"What time do you usually go to bed, Debby?" He had to get her out of here before he did something he'd regret. In spite of her appearance, he had to keep reminding himself that she was still a child.
"On Friday and Saturday, Cindy lets me stay up late." Debby twisted around to look at the big man and, with timid uncertainty, she asked, "I'm kinda cold, sir. Can I? Like? Sit on your lap and cuddle before I go to bed?" She got to her feet as she spoke and stood with her finger pressed to her lips, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, sure. I guess so?" Brent was torn between delight that he'd have her lush, young bottom on his lap and fear of what he might do. But Cindy had told him that it was while she was sitting on his lap that the minister had taken advantage of her innocence. And Debby often stayed with the same minister. Had he done the same thing to Cindy's little sister? Was that why she wanted to sit on his lap?
"Reverend McClean lets me cuddle when I stay there, Mr. Andrews," the cute youngster said with a smile as she climbed up on Brent's lap. "It warms me up before I have to go to bed."
Brent quickly rearranged his erection so it was not sticking up and the girl climbed up to sit across his thighs. She didn't feel to him as if she needed to be warmed up. Her bottom was delightfully warm as it settled down and as she leaned in to snuggle up to him, her shoulder was warm against his chest, too.
"Mmmm... you're big, Mr. Andrews," and she looked up at him, the pink ribbons on her pigtails making her look like what she was, a twelve year old juvenile. Except that, as he looked down, the big, twin outhrust globes did not look like a little kid's tits. Debby got an uneasy sensation in her stomach when she saw the direction of the man's gaze but, when his arm moved around her and his hand came to rest on her left bub she wasn't surprised. That's what Sherry's Dad had done, too.
"You're big, too, Debby. Here," and Brent squeezed the firm, heavy globe. He put his other hand on her bare thigh, just below the ragged hem of her cutoffs, less than an inch from the wedge of soft cuntflesh that peeked out from under her shorts.
"I guess so. Not as big as Molly, though." Debby said and she compliantly adjusted her position when Mr. Andrews pulled up the tail of her T-shirt and slid his hand up to touch her bare flesh. Her momentary uneasiness disappeared with the pleasant sensation from the man's gentle touch." And she's only 'leven, too. She's got the biggest bubs in Grade Six. Bigger'n her teacher's." He's gonna do it. He's gonna do what Reverend McClean does, the youngster thought with satisfaction. I wonder if he's gonna get me to move my bum on him, too?
Brent shifted position, too, allowing his erection freedom to press against the youngster's warm bottom. "Do you wish yours were bigger?" He slid his fingers higher until they were resting on the soft wedge of cuntflesh at the leg of her shorts. Debby made no move to escape the intimate touch and he felt the rush if lust as he contemplated how far the twelve year old girl might let him go. Did the minister fuck her? Had she already learned what her nineteen-year-old sister just was initiated to? He had mixed feelings. If she'd been fucked before, it would not be as if her was despoiling an innocent child. But he'd miss that special delight and triumph of breaking a cherry.
"Uh, I dunno? Yeah, maybe?" Golly. Reverend McClean don't play with my bubs like Mr. Andrews does. It feels good. I wish I'd worn something else so he could feel me better down below. "But I'm already bigger'n Sis so I may not get any bigger?" Boy. I can sure feel him under my bum. I wonder if he'll get wet like the Reverend?" "Do boys?... Men? Do they like girls to be big up top? Sally. She's my best friend. She sez they do?"
"Some do, Debby. I do. Especially big, firm ones like yours." The areole had become harder as he fondled it and her nipple was sticking out now, like a little bullet. "Do you like it when guys play with your breasts?" The unprincipled lecher slipped a finger under the leg of the young girl's shorts and the pulpy flesh yielded, giving him some room to move it. Debby wriggled and opened her chubby thighs wider. Should he ask her to take off her shorts?
"I like what you're doin' lots. But nobody ever done that before. Played with them like you're doin'." Oh, good. He's try'na get his fingers on me down there. But I dunno if I ought to take them off? Reverend McClean said I oughtn't, 'cept for him. The pubescent, young girl wrestled ingenuously with right and wrong. But Mr. Andrews was a man, like the Pastor, not a boy like her minister warned her about, wasn't he? So if my Pastor can, then it oughta be OK for my sister's boss to do it, long as she don't find out.
"How about here? Your pussy? Reverend McClean play's with it, doesn't he? Brent worked a second finger under the tight leg of her shorts.
"Huh? How'd you know that?" Did all ministers do that? Was that what Sherry meant when she said her, Debby's father had to leave coz of doin' stuff to girls?
"I just guessed it, Debby. Cindy told me he did it to her when she was your age." Brent moved his arm farther around the girl to fondle her other breast. "But don't tell Cindy that I told you." God. The nipple of her right breast was as big and hard as the left one, even though he hadn't touched it. The youngster was definitely aroused.
"Wouldja like me to? Like? Take off my shorts, Mr. Andrews?" She'd never actually undressed down there for Reverend McClean because she always had panties or something loose so he could get his hand inside. Tonight, after her bath, she hadn't put on any panties so if she took off her shorts, she'd be naked down below. Mr. Andrews would see her pussy. Debby almost giggled at the word. That's what Sherry called it, too. She said maybe it was because, when they got older, they'd get hair in it.
"Sure, Debby. If you want to." Shit. This is incredible. That bastard of a minister sure has her well trained. "Is that because you like having me play with your pussy? Does it make you feel good?"
"Mmmm... Yeah... it's OK isn't it, Mr. Andrews?" Wasn't she supposed to let him? Maybe she was supposed to only let ministers touch her down there? "I mean? Like? If we keep it a secret?
"Yes, Debby. It's OK. You can take off your shorts." I hope she doesn't chicken out when she sees how big I am. Of course, maybe that bastard preacher is big, too? Irrationally, Brent resented that the minister had likely fucked this young girl and had deprived him of the chance to get her cherry. But he also had misgivings about taking advantage of a young girl like Debby even though she was built like a mature woman.
Debby squirmed around on Brent's lap as she peeled her tight shorts down over her lush ass and her plump thighs. Golly. He's looking at me. At my pussy. She closed her legs tightly as if to hide her nakedness, little butterflies of apprehension fluttering in her belly. What's he doin'? He's taking off my shirt. Maybe I oughtn't to let him?
Brent saw the look of uncertainty flash over the little girl's face as he pulled up her T-shirt. Was he going too fast? But then his lovely, young lapful was naked, naked from head to toe although the man's gaze was not fixed on either head or toe. Her tits were fabulous. Every bit as good as they'd looked under the T-shirt. The nipples jutted out and up from her precociously developed flesh mounds and, even at twelve, there was the beginning of a sag. Well, not exactly a sag. He hefted the twin globes, lifting them where the undersides bulged down as if too heavy for even her pre-teen skin to support their weight.
"You're a beautiful girl, Debby." In the middle of the Y formed by the juncture of her plump, tightly closed thighs with her hips, her fat, juvenile vulva bulged out and about two inches of the crevice that split her underaged sex was visible. Gently he caressed the silken flesh of her thighs, cautiously urging the young girl to part them.
Debby's breasts felt so swollen that they ached and, as the man stroked her legs, she looked at him, nervously biting her lower lip. "I never... like? Had my clothes off in front of a man before? Yer not gonna tell my sister are yuh?"
"Not if you don't, Debby. I feel very privileged to be the first one who sees how absolutely lovely you are." The naked youngster responded to the man's compliment like a whore responds to money and her legs opened to expose her fat, little cunt... Brent brushed her labia with his fingertips, moving softly back and forth across the smooth, hairless fleshrolls and, as he pushed a finger into the narrow crevice, he felt the oily moisture; the positive evidence of the twelve year old's sexual arousal.
Debby squirmed at the exciting touch of Mr. Andrews's fingers and then, when he probed deeper and found her wet, hard, little clitoris, a huge thrill hot through her juvenile loins. "Hannh," she gasped her lush ass gave a little wriggle of excitement. "Oohhh ohhh," she cried out in her childish voice as he caught the bud of flesh between two fingers and nipped it, drawing his fingers from its base up to its hard little point.
"Does that feel good, Debby?" The lecherous, older man played with the young girl's fat, sensitive sex and her large, firm tits, feeling her warm, close-pressed bottom wriggle on his erection, sandwiched between her bare ass and his thighs. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" If she asked him to fuck her, it would relieve him of some of the responsibility for the obscene assault on her juvenile senses.
"Mmmm... oohhh Mr. Andrews... it's fab," Debby sighed and she pushed her throbbing, young cunt against his fingers. "Better'n anything I felt before." Her pussy felt swollen now, too, like her bubs, and if she hadn't been able to see herself, she'd have thought she had a basketball between her legs.
"Does your minister ever kiss you there?" Brent had a sudden, obscene desire to taste the shapely youngster's juices and to tongue the hard, little bud of her clit. God. What would his secretary say if she knew what he was doing to her twelve year old, kid sister?
"Huh? There?" The thought of Mr. Andrews's mouth on her sex was both repulsive and lewdly exciting to the underaged innocent. "Uh? You wouldn't do that, wouldja?" She looked at his mouth and shuddered as she imagined what a kiss there would feel like. Was he going to actually do it?
She hadn't said not to, had she? Brent eased her off his lap and down on her back onto the plushly carpeted floor. Damn. What a body. Her hips were wider and her ass bigger than her nineteen year old sister's. Underaged or not, she'd be able to handle him if he got her primed. She wasn't very tall but she could give him a good, cushiony ride. He grasped her ankles and her short legs opened, loosely unresisting, as he knelt between her feet.
The unwary pre-teen tensed and watched in breathless anticipation as the older man lowered his head between her open legs. "Hannh!" she cried out when she felt the hot, liquid contact of his tongue with her throbbing, young cunt. She gazed with naive fascination at the top of his head and without conscious will, Debby opened her short, chubby legs wider. The sensations were exquisite. She moaned as her hairless, young pussy convulsed from the nerve-shattering licking against the hotly throbbing, sensitively quavering pleasure centre between her legs. Never, in her wildest dreams when Reverend McClean had rubbed her there her had she imagined such delight.
Brent flicked his tongue into the narrow aperture and the soft, smooth fleshrolls seemed to give way on all sides to his tongue. Her childish whimpers added to the obscene pleasure he was taking from arousing the nubile youngster's unseasoned senses and he thrust his tongue deeper between her soft, slippery labia. He'd done this with her sister but there was always a scratchy stubble against his tongue. Now, though, with a real, not a make-believe little girl, it was perfect. The smooth, wetly clasping cuntal flesh slipped moistly around his extended tongue and, as he pushed the tip of his tongue into the heat of her vaginal mouth, the walls of her pussy opened and closed spasmodically in a tiny sucking motion, trying to pull the invading tongue deeper and deeper. Child she might be but her cunt was responding like an adult's. Debby's breathless gasps were becoming more frantic as his hot, hard tongue circled the juvenile's eagerly trembling clitoris.
Brent filled his hands with the girl's firm titflesh and buried his face in the wet softness of her unfledged, young snatch. His tongue alternated between the hardness of her clitoral bud and the finely corrugated mouth of her vagina. The girl's whimpers became, suddenly, a greater, more prolonged consistent moaning and her smooth, hairless pelvis began to twitch and jerk against his face. He squeezed her tit-globes and pushed his mouth harder into the pulpy wetness of her juvenile cuntflesh. She was going to cum, he exulted. He was bringing this ripe, young creature to a climax.
Debby's twelve-year-old mind could not keep pace with the onrush of her juvenile concupiscence. She was aware only titillating touch of the man's tongue on her unfucked sex and of the tremendous heat and pressure in her underaged loins. Her whole tender frame began to writhe and squirm in an ecstatic agony and the rushes of air, which burst, from her pretty mouth drowned out the sounds from the unwatched television. "Hannnhh... annnhhh," the young girl cried out as the hotly shooting spasms of orgasm tore through her pubescent loins and her plump thighs locked tightly around the man's head.
He felt like he was going to smother or drown in the all-encompassing wetness and softness of the youngster's pulsating pussy. The fat lips bulged and palpitated and, even if he hadn't heard her cries, muffled by the headlock of her thighs, Brent would have known that the girl was cumming. Her hips gave a series of fierce, upward thrusts and then her legs fell away from his head as she fell back, panting, on the carpet.
"Did you like that, Debby," Brent asked, lifting his wet face from the young girl's passion-swollen cunt. "Do you want me to do it again?"
"Sir... Hannhh Mr. Andrews? Hannh... I... hannhh... don't think... hannh... so?" Debby was frightened by what had happened. She felt weak as a dishrag and drained, empty. Her young body twitched in the aftermath of her greatest ever orgasm and, sub-consciously, she knew that it shouldn't have happened. Especially with a man as old as her father.
Ignoring the youngster's denial, Brent pushed his tongue back between the fat, lips of her cunt and licked upward. The girl's labia gaped slightly now, swollen and distended from the man's earlier caress. Her hips jerked back when he pressed on her sensitized clitoris and he heard her whimper of fright. Holding her hips down, he repeated the sensuous caress again and again and her wordless sobs of frightened protest quickly became sighs of childish acquiescence.
Debby had lost the first blush of innocence when Reverend McClean had introduced her to the erotic pleasures of masturbation and a second blush when her best friend's father had played lewdly with her big breasts. This, however, had almost destroyed whatever remained of her virtue. As her sister's employer, the man who paid for their apartment and groceries, teased her sensitive genitals and her belly began to churn again with the arousal of her immature libido, Debby suddenly remembered Cindy's parting words. 'Help him out any way you can.' What did she mean by that? Did Cindy guess that he would do this? Or more?
"You have a sweet pussy, Debby. You didn't really want me to stop, did you?"
"Uh. b.b.but? But, Mr. Andrews? I don't think yer s'posed to be doin' this, are you?" Despite her doubts about the propriety of the man's intimate caress, Debby liked it. Right now she didn't feel like she had near the end, the first time, but the feel of his tongue as it slid up and down over her pussy was incredibly good... Did he do this to Cindy? Was that why she hadn't heard the whimpers from her sister's room since shortly after she went to work for Mr. Andrews. Right now the thought of bringing on that hot, special feeling, either with her own hand or by Reverend McClean didn't excite her nearly as much as this. Did that happen to Cindy, too? Did her boss do this for her so she didn't have to play with herself?
Cindy had not gone to visit her parents. She couldn't afford the four-hour flight. She was back in the apartment she shared with her little sister, wondering if Mr. Andrews was doing anything to Debby. If she'd asked directly, her sister would probably have agreed to whatever Cindy wanted but she couldn't ask a girl as young as Debby to let an older man fuck her, especially since Debby was her own sister. And probably a virgin, too, like she, herself had been until just a few weeks ago. Was Debby old enough to get pregnant? Oh God! She hadn't thought of that? What if Mr. Andrews seduced her little sister and made her pregnant, too?
Even if he wasn't supposed to be doing what he was to her, it sure made her feel wonderful. And it probably was all right, even if he was a lot older. All he was doing was kissing her, and not even on her mouth. Could she ask him about Cindy? "Uh, Mr. Andrews? Can I ask you a question? A secret one?"
"Sure, Debby." Brent raised his face from her soft, young pussy, glad to have an excuse to rest his tongue. "What do you want to know?"
"Uh? Like? Uh... do you do this to my sister?"
"Why do you want to know that, Debby?" Should he tell her the truth? Would she be more likely to let him fuck her if she knew he was fucking her older sister? Brent mulled it over as he lowered his face to the young girl's pussy.
"Uh... coz... coz she acts diff'rent than she useta."
"Oh? Different how? In what way?"
"Like... uh... well she... she doesn't... I don't wanta say, Mr. Andrews."
"Well then, Debby... I guess I won't answer your question."
"But? Oh Mr. Andrews. You do, don't you! You kiss Cindy this way!" Debby was sure now that he did it to Cindy. Otherwise he'd just say, no. That made her feel better about what she was letting him do to her. Kissing her like he was. If Cindy let him do it, then she couldn't be mad at Debby for letting him do it to her, too.
"What makes you think so?" Yes, little girl. I eat her and fuck her and she sucks my cock. Am I going to be able to get you to suck my cock, too?
"I?... I useta hear her at night, Mr. Andrews? She... like... you know? She useta do what Rev'rend McClean showed me 'bout? Like you're doin'?
"You mean, you don't hear her playing with her pussy? Masturbating?"
"Yeah, that's it, Mr. Andrews. She don't do that any more."
"So? Why does that make you think that I do this to her?"
"Coz... like? After you do it... you know... like this... then she doesn't want to do it herself. Coz this is lots better, Mr. Andrews."
"OK, Debby. I'll tell you. Yes, she lets me do this... and other things, too. And I miss her tonight because she does something for me, too." Brent raised his head from between the young girl's widely splayed legs. "Something that's lots better for me than just me doing this to her." He moved up and away from the loosely sprawled, young girl and saw an expression of disappointment on her face.
"Oh? Uh? Are yuh done?" Debby wanted to pull the man's head back between her legs. She'd been getting close to that special feeling when he stopped and it left her with an urge, a need, for more.
"Yes, Debby. I like making you feel good but?..."
"But what, Mr. Andrews? Why're yuh stoppin' now?" Debby was a bit spoiled and it was the spoiled child that took over now. "I bet yuh don't stop on Cindy like yuh just done me," she pouted.
"I hurt, Debby. I'm in pain." Brent grunted and, taking advantage of the opening the young girl had unintentionally provided, he continued, "and Cindy does things for me, to help me."
What does she do that I can't do, Mr. Andrews?" The youngster's fit of pique disappeared as quickly as it had arrived to be replaced by the sibling need to equal or outdo her sister.
"It's not that you can't, Debby." Brent fingered her fat, slippery cuntslit. "But you're only twelve. You're still a little girl."
"I am not a little girl!" the twelve-year-old youngster protested. "You already said I'm big," and she cupped and hefted her large breasts to emphasize her point. "I'm bigger'n Cindy. You know I am!" Her pretty, red-lipped mouth pouted sexily, or at least as sexily as a pre-teen can pout. "C'mon, Mr. Andrews. Do it some more and I'll do whatever Cindy does?"
"I don't think you'd want to, Debby. She kisses me. Like I kissed you."
Debby looked at him suspiciously. She knew men's things were not like women's things. She'd seen Sherry's seven-year-old brother getting out of the bath and he had a little thing that stuck out. Mr. Andrews must want her to kiss his thing? Why not? Like her, he'd had a shower after supper so it'd be clean. "I would too, Mr. Andrews. I'll do anything my sister does.
"Did you ever kiss your minister's cock... penis?"
"Uh... no... but... is that what you want me to do?"
"I think you'd better go to bed, Debby. When you're as old as Cindy, maybe we can talk about this again." The young girl's ambition to compete with her sister, perhaps even jealousy, could be turned to his advantage. He'd subtly put her down because of her youth and maybe that would overcome her certain apprehension when she got a look at his cock. "You're going to be a real heartbreaker when you're a big girl, Debby."
"Please, Mr. Andrews? Let me? I'm big enough now. You already said I'm bigger than Cindy?" The plump twelve year old pushed her soft, bald pussy against the man's hand and wriggled as, tentatively, she put her hand near the bulge on his shorts.
"I shouldn't, Debby? You're really too young?" Brent turned away from her and pushed down his shorts, freeing his huge, throbbing erection, then turned back so that the innocent youngster would see it.
"Oh! Mr. Andrews!" Cindy gasped loudly in surprise when she saw the size of the man's organ. "Oh, sir? It's... I?... oh," and she backed away from the threatening pole.
"See, Debby. That's why you have to wait. You're still too young."
"Yes... no... I mean, I'm not too young, sir. But? Like? I never done it? What'm I s'posed to do?" Debby was determined that she'd show him she wasn't a little girl, but she truly didn't know how.
"Are you sure, Debby? Are you sure you want to?"
"Do I lick it, Mr. Andrews?"
"Start like that, Debby. And if you're not afraid to, take it in your mouth and suck on it."
The precocious preteen leaned forward, lowering her head and, closing her eyes, she blindly licked the hard cylinder from midway in its length to the tip. She jumped with surprise, her eyes opening as the rod jerked when her tongue touched the sensitive underside of the tip. Sensing that the man's gasp of pleasure was because she'd licked that particular area, she again ran her hot, pebbled tongue over it.
"Gawwwd Debby... oohhh Gawwwd!", Brent moaned. "You must've done this before?"
The ingenuous twelve-year-old girl felt a rush of pride. She'd show him! She'd be better than Cindy. Eyes open now, the young girl stretched her soft, red lips wide and engulfed the slick, purple knob. It was hot and slick as it slid into her mouth and she shuddered involuntarily with the realization of what she was doing.
"Deeper... take it deeper, Debby." Brent watched the child's sexy mouth bravely engulf the first three inches of his throbbing tool. Frantically, he fingered her soft, hairless snatch. He couldn't last long and he wanted her to cum when he exploded into her young mouth.
"Glunngh... too bligg... tloo bligg," the girl protested when the man arched up and she felt the tip of his manhood bump the roof of her mouth.
Brent had rolled and now the plump youngster was astride his shoulders, pushing her fat, hairless young pussy against his face while he guided her head as she sucked his cock. He could feel the pressure in his balls and he knew he'd be unable to hold back much longer. Her big, firm breasts were like two soft melons against his belly and the wet, slurpy sounds from her softly sucking mouth were obscenely erotic.
Cindy's twelve-year-old sister had consciousness of only two things in the world, right then. One was the hot pressure building up in her juvenile loins and she knew the man was going to make it happen again. The other was the thick, hard fleshpole that filled her mouth as, guided by his hands; she moved her head slowly up and down.
"Glangh," Debby choked when he moved her head down too far and the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat. "Shluurpp... shluurrpp," sounded wetly as her saliva drolled from the cock-stretched corners of her mouth.
"Debby! Oh God, Debby! I'm gonna go! Don't stop!"
The excited, young girl hardly heard the man's cry for her tongue-ravished sex was bulging and fluttering as her orgasm wracked her loins. She ground her pussy against his face and her hands, both gripping his huge tool, tightened on it's thickness. As did her lips. And she felt it swell to impossible thickness and give a strong jerk between her lips.
"Glannghh... Gluurrghh," sounded wetly from the youngster's mouth as the first jet of overheated cum splashed into her innocent mouth. "Gluurrghh," she gasped chokingly and she tried to raise her head, but he held her down. "Glungghh... gluulllpp... Glluullpp," her loud swallows were throaty grunts as, doing the only thing she could, Debby gulped down the man's spurting semen. And, even as the passion drained from her young body, she gained more satisfaction from the pleasure she knew she was giving.
"Gawwlyyy, Mr. Andrews. I though yuh was gonna choke me." Debby raised her head from the man's still hard but no longer spitting organ. She looked around at him as he moved her limp hips off his face, a white, stringy tendril of gism still tying her cum-whitened lips to his tool. "I never knew you as gonna do that?"
"I'm sorry, Debby." Brent lied. "I couldn't stop." Despite being, for the moment, drained by the girl's hot mouth, he felt a lecherous itch as he looked at her. She looked incredibly sexy, a thick gob of semen now trickling over her chin as she smiled with satisfaction for what she'd done for him.
"Did I do that as good as Cindy does?" Debby was sure now that she could please him and that he'd like her as well as he did her sister.
"It was awesome, Sally. Incredible!"
"You mean? Like? You let him do it? All the way?"
"Acourse, silly. Yuh gotta do it when he's like that. Yuh can't stop after yuh go that far." Debby was proud and she wasn't about to tell her friend how she'd tried, at the last moment, to stop her sister's boss from going all the way.
"But? Like? Did it hurt?" Sally looked down at her older friend's ample hips and tried to envisage what Debby was describing. "Was he really as big as you said?"
"He's huge, Sally. But it only hurt for a moment." Debby could still feel the agony as her tender, young sheath had been expanded by the man's oversized tool. But it wasn't really pain that she'd felt. Next time it hadn't hurt at all and, remembering how it felt, she moistened with desire. "But I'm bigger'n you. I don't think you could do it? Not with him?"
"Awww... betcha I could!" Sally was disappointed. Until now she'd always been the worldly one. And now Debby was not only half a year older but she was going to brag about what she'd done. "I done it with Tom and he's huge, too. Bet he's bigger'n Mr. Andrews." Tom was sixteen and Sally had given him a hand job last month. But she'd never done more than give handjobs while guys played with her fat boobs.
Debby had been snuggled close to him in bed as she awakened from her sleep. His hand was between her legs and she felt a churning in her belly as his fingers rubbed the sensitive flesh. She could still taste the faint saltiness of the man's semen and she wondered if her sister had really ever let her boss do what he'd done to her. She'd tried to pull away when the first jet of hot liquid had spurted into her mouth but just then her own special moment had occurred and, when he held her head down, she surrendered to his lust and let him empty himself into her throat as, submissively, she swallowed his cum.
"Did I do as good as Cindy? Are you OK now?" She wanted to hear him say it, to tell her she was as good as her sister.
"Oh yes, Debby. You're great," Brent murmured as he slid his erection between her thighs, from behind, moving closer to nestle the shaft in the warm valley that split her lush asscheeks.
"Have you ever slept with her? Like with me, now?" What was he doing? It felt good to have that hot, hard pole between her legs. Mmmm. He was pressing it there, too. On her sex. She felt swollen again, like there was a balloon as well as the pole down there. And her bubs were swollen, too. Was he going to make her cum? That's what he'd called it when he'd done it with his mouth.
Damn. If Cindy ever found out, she'd kill him, but he had to fuck this girl, child or not. Brent gently mauled her heavy, young breasts and guided his tool into the moist slot between her hairless labia. It would be easy, he thought, as he found the heat of her vaginal mouth, but he didn't try to enter. Not far, anyway. Not yet. Would he hurt her? She was only twelve, but she was wider and deeper than her sister. Do cunt's get bigger with maturity? And maybe she'd been fucked already, anyway?
"Mmmm... hmmmm... that feels good, Mr. Andrews," the ripe, young virgin sighed as the older man played skillfully on her underaged sensibilities. "Do yuh want me to feel you, too?" she asked drowsily as her small hand moved down to touch the hard intruder between her thighs.
"Tell me when you're close, Debby. When you're ready to cum again." Brent angled his tool downward to the heat of the youngster's vaginal mouth and, as she hauled his cock closer, her felt the head slip just inside the tight, elastic orifice. Just a little push, he thought, and I'd be in her. But he held back.
I wonder if he's going to shoot that stuff like this? I hope so. I bet it'll feel real cool to have him shoot it on my pussy. Still only half awake, she got both hands down between her legs and slid her fingertips along the underside of the thickly veined shaft, liking the feel of the silky, taut skin. "Hannhh... annnhh... sir? Yeh... I'm close... I think it's gonna happen," Debby panted as the man rubbed his hard cocktip on her throbbing, young clitoris. "Yeah... hannh... yeah... hurry!" Her buttocks writhed and she pushed back at him as she felt the heat in her juvenile loins reach the conflagration point.
"Oh yes, Debby," Brent grunted urgently as he suddenly pushed the young girl over onto her back and rolled on top of her, kneeing her short, plump legs apart and positioning his tool at the youngster's unsullied, cuntal orifice. "Relax, baby... relax."
"Sir? Mr. Andrews? What are you doing?" the lush-bodied, twelve year old girl cried out as the big man's weight came down on top of her. His hairy chest covered her face and she felt his huge hardness pushing between her legs. "No! Don't!"she cried out with the realization of his intent.
Debby moved her head from side to side, the man's chest hair rubbing scratchily on her face but, as if realizing the futility, she didn't try to jerk her hips away from her attacker's hugely threatening hardness. Had he done this to Cindy? He must have? She had a hot, jellied feeling in her belly and she felt the slowly stretching pressure as her sister's boss began to force his mammoth weapon into her tender, unused, underaged passage.
Brent felt the girl's body go limp in surrender and raised his chest from her face so he could see her face while he entered her juicy, young body. Her soft labia parted as he pushed and then the ponderous head of his cock began slowly forcing its way into her wet, palpitating opening.
"You're hurting meeeee! Please! No more!..." the young girl wailed as she felt the fierce, tearing pressure on her inviolate, young hymen. Debby had no idea yet of what was to come as the bulbous head of the man's cock pushed inward on her vestal barrier. She moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth opened wide, almost screaming up into his face at the aching sensation that flooded her juvenile loins.
Wonderful! This big-titted, beautiful juvenile was a virgin. A hot, juicy virgin! The expression on her pretty, young face was a mix of fright and submission, her mouth open, looking as if she was bout to cry. But Debby's luscious, twelve year old body was tensely but unresistingly open and awaiting that final, irrevocable thrust. Her precociously grown breast-globes pointed roundly up at him and her mouth twisted in an expression of pain as he felt the fragile membrane tear, destroyed by his unprincipled lust.
"Whannhhh,"the nubile sub teen cried out as the sharp pain of her defloration shot through her loins. "Nahhhhh," she whined in defeat, feeling the slowly stretching pressure as the man began to violate her underaged channel.
"Oohhh yesss, Debby. Oohhh yesss," Brent moaned in triumph as her young cherry burst like an overripe fruit, it's hot, red juice surrounding him as his huge cock slid into the underaged, undersized, passion-greased passage. Delicious, delightful, cock-skinning tightness enveloped him as he plunged mercilessly to the bottom of her juvenile vagina, rudely bumping her cervix and filling her like an expansion screw fills its receptacle, expanding its container to lock into place.
Debby lay petrified and immobile as she felt her young passage being stretched and the ache of her initiation suffused her whole lower body. It felt as if she must split apart yet, at the same time, there as a hot tingling, an urge that she couldn't define but which was strangely warm and enjoyable.
"Oohhh God, Debby? I didn't know? I thought you'd done it?" Brent lied as he savoured the vise-like clasp of the girl's twelve year old cunt in his tool. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you OK?"
"Sirrrrr... oohhh Mr. Andrews? I? I think so?" Had Cindy felt like this? Had she ever done it before Mr. Andrews did it? And she was certain now that he had. Her mind had not developed as her body had and, buxom and ripe though she was, she was a child trying to equate the disturbingly pleasant sensations in her belly with the frightening ache that pervaded her loins.
Brent let his cock soak in the wonderful clasp of the youngster's sheath, waiting for it to adjust to its sudden dilation. He flexed his tool, watching the timid expression on her pretty face and, as her cunt loosened ever so slightly, he began a slow, careful in-out movement.
"Is it? Annh. Did you? Oohhh?," the youngster gasped as her sister's boss lengthened his strokes and she felt the debilitating fullness of being coupled to him, her young channel stretched to capacity. "Are you all inside me?" It was a different, special feeling. She was one with him, welded to him, and as he slowly screwed her juvenile frame, she felt a different pressure building within.
Even though he'd devirginated this young girl's sister only weeks ago, Brent was getting an especially lecherous thrill from this one. Only twelve years old but tits like an adult, a well-endowed adult, and the expression of obedient submission on her pretty, young face added to the enjoyment. He'd fucked girls as young as she before, but not since he, also, was in his early teens. And he'd never before truly appreciated the soft, clinging tightness of a little girl cunt. He lewdly watched the pink, inner flesh of her sheath extrude outwards with his withdrawal and then saw the fat, hairless lips roll inward as he ploughed the buxom juvenile's frame.
"Are you gonna cum?", he panted when he felt a tell-tale twitch of her passage on his tool." He drove deep into her, grinding against her soft body and then, as she uttered a sharp, breathless gasp, the narrow channel clamped down on his cock and the girl quivered, taut as a bowspring, and uttered a choking cry.
"Yeannhh! Annnhh!! Sirrrrrrr!" the subteen youngster cried out and her hips jerked and jumped against his. After an hour of preamble, Brent was more than ready. The titillating compression of her sheath on his cock triggered his explosion. He hammered her hips and the bedsprings made them bounce delightfully and her big tits jumped and jiggled as he felt the hot passage of his sperm from his achingly swollen balls, up through his bucking cock and then, with burning heat, he was surrounded by his jetting semen as he went off.
"Yeah... oohhh yeah," Brent groaned as he pumped his sperm up into the young girl's sub-teen cunt. "You're good, Debby... wonderful." The way her sexy, dark face was twisted in a frown as his cock jumped and jetted within her was a reward in itself and, as her short, plump body became limp under him, her widespread legs flopped loosely with each cunt-stretching thrust. Her red, full lipped mouth was slightly open as she felt the man's hot sperm being pumped into her juvenile depths from his hugely buking tool.
Debby's twelve-year-old mind was overwhelmed by the sensations that were washing over her young body. Her underaged channel was spasming and, to the extent it could, considering how it was stretched, it was squeezing the man's fiercely plunging cock, milking spurt after spurt of his searing semen into the depths of her underaged body.
"Gawwlyyy, Mr. Andrews? I never dreamt yuh'd do that to me. I ain't gonna get pregnant or nothin', am I?" Debby was lying beside him, her short legs still wide apart and a dribble of creamy semen oozing from her hairless, young slit. Her insides felt as if they were still being stretched by the man's mammoth pole and the rest of her body felt as if she'd just run a marathon. "I din't know men as old as you did this to girls young as me? Have yuh? Like? Do yuh do it to others? I mean, like me?" She could hardly wait to tell Sally that she'd gone all the way. With a man. A big... no, huge man.
Brent didn't feel guilty or depraved although he knew he should. He put his hand on her cum-slimed pussy. "You're a special girl, Debby. You're bigger than most girls your age. You were ready for it."
Sally was jealous. No, that didn't quite describe the way she felt. Nor did envious. Younger than Debby, still an eleven year old, she had nonetheless been the one who knew about sex. Until now she had been able to show off her knowledge to her best friend, Debby. Knowledge she'd gained from her fifteen-year-old sister although not to her sister's awareness. And now Debby had actually done it. Gone all the way. And with an older man, at that. It was somehow worse that she'd done it with him, not just with another kid. It was like she'd lost a game or something. Debby was better than she. That's how she felt.
The prettiest girl in the school. That's what the teachers called her, and they were likely correct. Only eleven but a natural blonde, slim and leggy and, already, her hips and ass had rounded out firmly. Her breasts were following suit but, so far, they were not very big, maybe big oranges but not grapefruit and certainly not melons like Debby's. But it was less-pretty, chunky Debby who had been with a man. A real man, not a boy. Now Sally would not be able to draw the admiring, excited reaction from her friend when she described her sister's latest escapade.
Two years ago, when Sally was nine and more than a year before she had her first period, she'd seen her then twelve-year-old sister lose her cherry. It had scared her. And when Marissa, her sister had cried afterwards, Sally had resolved never to allow it to happen to her. But, the very next night, Marissa was back in the basement rec room with the same boy and, to the peeking Sally's surprise, her sister was taking off her panties and lying on the floor while the boy mounted her again. Now, many times and many boys later, Sally had seen it all, or so she thought.
Debby had taken over in the sex-tale department. She seemed to be lording it over her friend, telling her about what Mr. Andrews did to her and, especially, to her sister, Cindy. How was she going to regain the upper hand? Would Mr. Andrews do it to her? Was Debby telling the truth about how big he was? Sally doubted it but she was still curious.
"Hi, Mr. Andrews. Debby's gone out. She'n Cindy said they'd be gone until nine." Sally had been playing with Debby, hearing her tell of her sister's boss doing both of them in the same night, when Cindy came home and told Debby that they had to go to dinner with their mother's new manfriend. At that moment the young girl recognized the opportunity they were giving her.
"Oh? Hello? You're Debby's little friend, aren't you?" Brent had seen the pretty little girl around but he'd never really met her before. "I guess you got here too late?"
Little friend! Hah! I'll show him! "Yeah... well... they're gone. But I'm here." Brent's choice of words had been fortunate, or unfortunate, depending on your point of view. Whatever, Sally was even more determined than ever to catch up with Debby. "Wanna play with me?" As soon as she said it, she wanted to kick herself. She must've sounded like a little kid. Which she did, and was, of course.
"Uh, what did you have in mind? What's your name?" Innocently suggestive was how it sounded. Just like her clothes. Kneesocks, a mid-thigh, plaid skirt and a white blouse. A Porn-show schoolgirl outfit.
"I'm Sally. Do you think I'm prettier'n Debby? Can I sit on your lap?" The words rushed out, unthinkingly. Debby had started with him by sitting on his lap.
"Yes, Sally. You're a beautiful girl." Brent sat in the big recliner. And you can sit on my lap if you'd like." What was going on? Debby had told him about her. She'd said that her friend had done it lots, even if she was younger. "How old are you, Sally?"
"I'm 'most as old as Debby, Mr. Andrews." Sally climbed up on his lap and, right away, she felt the hard bulge in his crotch. Yes. It was going to work. She turned her pretty, young face to his and pouted the full, red lips of her small mouth.
"So? What are we going to play, Sally?" Her round, budding breasts showed clearly through her almost sheer blouse. Definitely no bra. Was she suggesting what he thought she might be? No. A big-titted twelve year old was bad enough. Not a barely pubescent eleven year old girl, whether she'd been fucked or not.
"How 'bout like you play with Debby?" Sally wriggled her firm, young ass down on the hard bulge of his groin. He was getting embarrassed and it made her bolder. "She tole me all about it, Mr. Andrews. And about her sister, too"
"I think you'd better go home, Sally." What would it be like to fuck a girl barely one-fourth his age? An obscene, lecherous thrill surged through him as he tried to picture her hairless, little quim stretched around his cock. Would he hurt he? No, damage her was more like it. But young Debby had handled him as easily as her sister had? No. He had to stop even thinking about it.
"You don't really want me to go, do you?" Sally wriggled some more. He did feel big? But she'd heard her sister asking for more and deeper, and some of her guys looked pretty big? "I betcha really wanta fuck me, don'cha!"
"No! Oh, God, Sally!" Brent gasped as, with a sudden movement, the young girl opened her kilt-style skirt and pulled it away to sit, bare bottomed, on his lap. The smooth, hairless slit of her cunt peeked up nakedly between her plump thighs and she grabbed his hand, pulling it between her legs.
"Yuh got me all horny, Mr. Andrews," the brazen youngster parroted something she'd heard her sister say but not really understanding what it meant. "I gotta have it." She heard her sister say that, too, but it was after he'd been on top of her and had rolled off.
"You don't know what you're doing, Sally," the man protested as he let his hand slide over the smooth, hairless softness of her juvenile sex. "You're too young. I'm too old for you." Unable to resist the temptation, he fingered her pulpy cuntflesh and as he dipped the tip of his finger into her narrow orifice, the fine corrugations gripped it like a rubber vise. God, he'd never get in there, even if he tried.
"Am not too young!" Sally turned suddenly to straddle his hips and, like an underaged whore, she pulled down his sweatpants. OH! Oh, Mr. Andrews? I thought Debby was lyin'," she gasped when his huge organ sprang free. It was too big, she thought. What was she going to do?
"That's what I meant, Sally. You're almost as old as Debby but you're still a little girl." He slid his hand up under her blouse and cupped the small, hard-nippled breast, knowing that he was insulting her by the comparison with Debby, but suspecting also that the comparisons would prick her pride and help him to, if you'll pardon the awful pun, prick her cunt.
"I'm gonna tell, Mr. Andrews. I'm gonna tell what'cha done to Debby." Sally's fear of his size was subordinate to her pride. If Debby could take it, then so could she. "Yuh can't treat me like a little girl. Not after what yuh done to her." Had Debby lied? Had she really let him do it? Put that inside her?
Brent, incited beyond reason by the sight of her tight-slitted, hairless cunt and the feel of its hot flesh against his cock, guided the peach-sized knob between the soft, fat fleshrolls. She wanted it. She'd done it before. What the hell. He'd give her what she was asking for.
"Hannh! Mr. Andrews?" The eleven-year-old youngster was trapped. She was afraid now, but too proud to beg him to stop. But he was too big, wasn't he? Debby said it hurt a lot but only for a moment. Sally bit her lower lips to stifle a sob as she felt the hot, slick bulb begin to enter her. It didn't hurt. Not exactly. Just a sort of ache. She looked down as the purple end of the man's humungous, thick organ disappeared into her. And then there was a different ache.
To Brent it felt like a hot, rubber band was squeezing the tip of his cock. And then he felt the blockage. My God! She hadn't done it before! The direction of her gaze shifted from down between her opened legs to his eyes. Unquestionably he could read fear there, fear mixed with determination. Could he get it in? Could she take it?
"Eeuuhh... nyaannhhh!", the young girl squealed like a puppy as she felt the sharp agony from her rupturing hymen. She was being split apart. It was awful! And then, as quickly as it came, the intense pain disappeared. She looked down again and saw that more of the thick treetrunk was inside her. There was a trickle of blood down there but she felt a sense of triumph. Yes. She could take it. Couldn't she?
The sensation was exquisite. Almost painful. The eleven-year-old youngster's sheath was gripping him like a glove. Like OJ's glove. He cupped her bare, round ass and drew her closer and it felt like the skin of his cock was being pulled down as he sank deeper into her devirginated channel.
"Are you OK, Sally? Do you want me to stop?"
"Yeh... no... OK," the underaged girl gasped, biting her lip with determination as her young body was expanded by the man's huge weapon. There was still almost a handsbreadth left to go but she was determined to show him that she wasn't a little girl. "I can take it." If Debby did, then she could, too, but she still had doubts.
"My Gawwd, Sally? Are you sure? You're wonderful." The beautiful youngster's face was twisted in a grimace that could have been passion but likely was pain as he slowly lowered her trim hips and impaled her on the stake of her ruination.
The man's words and the appreciative tone of his voice gave Sally the resolve that she needed. With a whining sigh she settled down, her underaged loins paralyzed by the pressure on her cervix as the man rearranged her juvenile interior.
"Myyyy Gawwwd, Sally! I never felt anything like you!" Cindy had been good and young Debby's virgin tightness had been even better but the feel of this soft, innocent, little-girl cunt wrapped around his throbbing tool was absolutely exquisite. Could he make her cum before he did, himself. Could he make a girl as young as she cum? Yes. He'd fucked ten year olds and they had definitely cum. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"Nahh... not now... not much," Sally lied, or at least it was a half lie. "It hurts, but it's a good hurt." She felt like she was stuffed, her whole insides filled with him. And it ached but it didn't pain. Looking down she saw that he was completely inside now, his hairy loins welded to hers.
"Tell me when you're going to cum, Sally," Brent moaned as he raised and lowered her firm, shapely hips, fucking her bleeding channe and carefully and savouring the way it clung to him. The pink, inner flesh extruded outwards and the young girl uttered panting moans as she was fucked for the first time.
Cum? Yes, she might? She didn't care if she did or not. He was fucking her. Like he'd fucked Debby. That's all that counted. Her friend would not be able to lord it over her any more. "Am I as good as Debby?"
"The best, Sally. The tightest I've ever been in." The scene was obscene. This beautiful, shapely little girl straddling him, her plump legs dangling outwards over his, the lips of her immature cunt pushed apart by the thick fucktool that occupied most of the space between her open thighs. He had to make her cum. He had to prove to himself that she was old enough to be fucked.
The ache that suffused her lower body was melding with a warm tingling now and the youngster instinctively stirred astride the older man. He had a finger there now, on her little cum-bud, and the touch added to her juvenile arousal. Her thighs squeezed his and, as they did, she felt his hugeness flex deep within. Debby had said that, at the end, he sort of gushed inside her. Was Mr. Andrews going to do that now? She wanted to feel it but she hoped he'd wait.
Oh yes. The little minx was close. Brent rubbed her hard, little clitoris and it seemed to grow under his finger. "Fuck me, Sally. Do you know how to fuck me?"
"Yunh... yunh... yunh," the underaged girl panted as the man jogged against her. She couldn't move but she was moving anyway. Her round, naked hips made little forward lunges and, each time she did, it felt like Mr. Andrews's hugeness was reaching up between her bubs and she was being split apart. A heat, a burning fire was blazing within and then, suddenly, she saw stars as the fire washed over her in waves. "Hannhh... oohhh sirrrr... oohhhh," she moaned loudly.
Brent felt a twitch at first and then, like a strong, liquid hand, Sally's tender, young fuckwell clamped down on his tool and the young girl began to jerk and writhe like a speared fish. The expression on her eleven year old face was erotic, her full, red lips drawn back over her white teeth, her big, blue eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible. He felt a sense of triumph that almost matched when he'd felt her cherry implode and it triggered the hot rush from his aching balls.
Gannhh... annnhh... gannhh," the girl panted as her juvenile body was wracked by sensations like she'd never felt. "Yannhhhh... yannnhhh,"she cried out when she felt the hugeness within her buck, straining her tender elastic cuntwalls, and then the wet heat of the man's ejaculation flooded her first-fucked nest.
Sally was so tight that it seemed his sperm had to fight its way out of his cock but he could feel the liquid bathing his manhood as he lewdly pumped his semen up into his juvenile partner. She wasn't moving now, not externally, anyway, but her gloriously tight channel was writhing and spasming, milking him like a soft, human machine. He groaned as he arched up, reaching new depths of the underaged girl's ravished cunt.
"Oohhhh... oohhhh Mr. Andrews? I'm old enough, eh?" she asked breathlessly as the older man seemed to relax under her. "Have yuh ever? Like done it? Fucked a girl as young as me?"
Brent leaned back, feeling the excess semen leak from the youngster's cockfilled cunt and trickle down his inner thigh. "Not since I was a lot younger, too, Sally. Did you like it?"
"Oohhh yesss, Mr. Andrews. It was fab. I'm glad it was you got my cherry. Marissa, my sister, didn't get it near as good her first time. Maybe not yet, even."
Since Cindy came to work for him, Brent had plucked three cherries, two of them, albeit, underripe. And two of the cherry trees, Cindy and Debby, were his regular bedmates although Cindy's pregnant belly was beginning to get in the way. But he had an urge. At least half the kids, based on surveys, were losing their virginity by grade five. Awful as this sounded, he'd lost his in grade six, so it wasn't that recent a change in standards. But after the delights of being the first, he wanted more.
Debby and Sally had both hinted at the availability of other nubile young girls, not necessarily unsullied. But Cindy, nineteen-year-old Cindy, had been his prize. He couldn't go after another new-grad secretary. How could he scratch his lewd itch?
"Uh, sir? Are you Mr. Andrews?"
Brent looked up from his desk to see a vision of loveliness standing there. "Yes, Miss? And who are you?"
"Uh... I'm Julie. Julie Prendergast. Aunt Melinda... Ms. Lewis? She told me to come and see you? She said you might have a job for me?"
"Oh? I see." God, what a beauty. "I didn't know Melinda... Miss Lewis, had any nieces?"
"I'm... like... she married my uncle, sir."
Was Melinda carrying on where she'd left off? Was she offering her newfound niece to his not-so-tender mercies? How old was this girl, anyway? She didn't really look like she was out of high school.
"Yeah? Well, maybe? What can you do, Julie?"
"I can type, sir. Well, sorta? I been taking secretarial in grade eleven. But I learn quick. I know I could help you, sir."
Damn. Yes, she could help him. But not likely in the ways she thought. But Melinda had sent her so hs ex-secretary must have thought this girl was one for him. "Tell me, Julie, have you helped your teachers?"
"Uh, yeah? Sorta? But Aunt Melinda thought I oughta find out what the business world is like? Before I finish school?"
Yes, there was definitely something here. What was it? Melinda wouldn't have sent the girl here unless she wanted him to fuck her. Unless it was some kind of practical joke? "I see? Are you a good student? Are you obedient, or one of the rebellious ones I keep hearing about?"
"Oh, sir. I'll do what you say. Aunt Melinda told me that was very important. She says you're a good teacher and I'll learn lots from you if I do what you say." The lovely, young girl blushed as she added, "Aunt Melinda told me to be sure I told you that, too, sir."
Shit. Melinda definitely meant for him to fuck this beautiful schoolgirl. What was behind it? Julie was lovely, and she had a look of appealing innocence about her. Why else would his former secretary cum bedmate have sent her? It had been almost a week since he'd last screwed Cindy's underaged sister because of her period and Cindy herself, had let him know discreetly that she wanted to wait until after the baby. Young stuff, virgin or not, was hard to resist.
"Tell me, Julie. I have something you can do for me, but you're pretty young? Are you sure you're ready to work for me?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Andrews. And Aunt Melinda said if I did everything you asked, that I'd be happy here. I know I'm ready to work for you, sir."
"Alright, Julie. Does your uncle know you're going to work for me?
"Uh, no?" The girl suddenly bcame nervous, more nervous than she'd been before. "Aunt Melinda said we'd keep it secret from him?"
"Okay, Julie. If that's what she wants" Had Melinda's new husband been playing around with his niece? Was that what was behind this?
Julie wasn't sure what to think of the big, handsome man. She was scared of him, but she didn't know why. He was older than her uncle, but better looking. Why had Aunt Melinda told her this was a secret from Uncle Jim?
"Uh, what do you want me to do, sir?"
Well, for a starter you could wrap those delectable lips around my cock and give me a blowjob. "I guess, maybe we'd better get to know one another. Come sit over there and tell me about yourself, Julie." Brent pointed at the wide sofa opposite his desk and, after pressing the call-forward button on his telephone so that wouldn't interrupt anything that might develop and locking the door so they wouldn't be caught in case he made significant progress; he sat there beside her. "First, I know you must be going into grade twelve. How old are you?"
"I'm going to be seventeen when I go back to school, sir. But I'm old enough to learn stuff."
"Yes, I can see that," Brent responded as he studied her shapely, young form. Maybe 5'2', 110 pounds and a 36C+, he estimated. "Are you a virgin?" The stupid question popped out without thought and he immediately kicked himself for asking.
"HUH?" Julie was, at first, shocked by the question. But her Uncle Jim had asked her the same thing just before he married Melinda. "Uh, yes Mr. Andrews."
"Has your uncle tried to? Like? Does he touch you?"
How did Mr. Andrews know? Did all men do that? "Uh, yes sir? Sorta?"
"Does Melinda... your Aunt Melinda know that?" He might as well find out right now if that's what behind this unsolicited temptation.
"Uh? Yeah? I think so?" How much should she tell him? Did he want to touch her, too? "Aunt Melinda said he shouldn't do it because he's my uncle?"
"Did she say it would be alright if I touched you?" My God! She was a delectable piece. How far had Melinda gone in setting her up?
"No... not exactly, Mr. Andrews. She said... like? I could trust you?"
"And do you trust me, Julie?"
"Oh yes! Of course I do!" Why was he asking these things? Was he going to fuck her? Arlene said that most girls nowadays lost their 'cherries' before they were twelve. She'd said that Julie's uncle must be strange because he hadn't popped Julie's even though he'd been doing other stuff since she was ten or eleven.
"Does your uncle touch you here?" Brent let his hand fall on the girl's lap where her form-fitting skirt molded to her full, firm thighs.
"Sometimes, sir?" But not since he got married. She missed their special playtimes. It wasn't as good as what her private school roommate, Arlene, did with her in bed at night but she'd been home from school for almost five weeks now.
"You'd better take off your skirt, Julie." Hell, if he was going to fuck this delicious morsel, why delay things. If this was the wrong approach, he might as well find out sooner as later.
"But? But, sir? What are you going to do?" Julie stood nervously to her feet and tentatively began to unbutton the waistband of her skirt. Melinda had said she must be obedient but did she know what he'd ask?
"I'm going to... well... you want to work here. I have to show you what the job is all about."
Silently and shyly, Julie unfastened her skirt and then peeled it down over her lush derriere and her stockinged thighs. Finally, at her knees, gravity took over and her skirt dropped in a heap at her feet.
"Your panties, Julie. Take then off, too."
"But? But Uncle Jim never? Like? He never got me to take them off, sir?" Julie remembered that first time when she'd been sitting on her uncle's lap and he slid his hand down there, under her panties. It was right after her grade five graduation and he'd told her he was going to give her a biology lesson. He'd given her the same biology lesson a lot of times since then but he'd always let her keep on her panties.
"But I'm not your Uncle Jim, Julie. Are you going to take then off?" God! What a beauty. Even if her uncle had screwed her ass off a hundred times, he was going to enjoy this.
Nervously biting her full, lower lip, the sixteen-year-old girl peeled off her panties. They clung too much for gravity to finish the job so she had to stand, first on one foot, then the other, as she removed the silken garment. Naked now from the waist down, except for her sheer, white stockings, Julie stood apprehensively.
"Unbutton your blouse, Julie."
Her nipples tingled and she felt them swell as she began to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't very big. Not like Arlene. Or Aunt Melinda. Was Mr. Andrews going to play with them like Uncle Jim did? Or kiss them like Arlene did? Maybe he wanted someone with bigger ones. She was sure that her uncle had married Aunt Melinda because she was so big. But she'd do what he said, like Aunt Melinda had told her to
"You're not wearing a bra, Julie? I'm surprised."
"Uh... like... Aunt Melinda... she said you'd be likelier to hire me if I didn't wear one, sir?" Julie was afraid, now. Afraid he'd think she was too small. She squeezed her forearms in to lift them and make them look bigger.
"What else did she tell you to do to get hired?" This must all be an act that Melinda had set up. Pretend you're an obedient, innocent kid Julie. That's what really turns him on.
"N.n.nothing sir? Except to be good and to do what you wanted."
"Okay, Julie." Brent got up and pulled out the bottom of the sofa, converting it into a daybed. "Now lie down. On your back."
"But? But, sir? Why?" Arlene had described to her what fucking was all about. She had been twelve and already had real big bubs when her cousin had done her; 'popped her cherry' was how she said it. 'He got me alone in the haymow and ripped off my panties and got on top of me. I fought him for ever so long but the more I fought, the more I wondered why I was fighting. I guess I wanted it as much as him by the time I gave up and let him put it in. At first I thought it was too big but it wasn't. I never yet had one big enough.' Was Mr. Andrews going to fuck her? Should she cry?
"Lie down, Julie. I'm sure you know why." He didn't have the patience to play the game the way it ought to be played. Not this time. My God! Melinda must've got her to shave her pussy for me? Brent looked down admiringly as the girl did as she was told. There was a wide, white vee that defined the area between her full, tanned thighs and her pale, pelvic region. A narrow, vertical slit bisected the base of the vee and the young girl looked up at him, eyeing him suspiciously, her white teeth contrasting with the redness of her full-lipped, half-open mouth.
"Uh, Mr. Andrews? Sir? Are you going to? You know? Do it? Is that what you want, sir?"
"Do what, Julie?" Brent turned away from her as he pushed down his pants and shorts. "What do you think I'm going to do?"
"Are you going to fuh... fuh... fuck me... Oohhhh Siirrrr!"Julie cried out when the man turned and she saw the veritable tree trunk that jutted out from the hairy bush of his groin. She wanted to get up and run away. There was no way he could put that huge monster inside her, no matter what Arlene had said. But, awed and subjugated by the threat of the man's mammoth penis, she lay trembling but docile, awaiting her fate.
"Next time we'll play the game the way you and Melinda planned it, Julie. But you're too lovely and desirable for games this time." Brent knelt, pushing her legs apart with his knees as the lovely teenager looked up at him with compliant submission.
Julie felt a strange heat in her belly, much like the feeling she'd had when her uncle, that first time, had touched her between her legs. She felt a hot trickle of moisture run down her labia. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she wouldn't be as scared.
"Did you shave just for me, Julie?" Brent asked as he directed his tool into the narrow, lightly fuzzed crevice.
"Shave? No? What do you mean, Mr. Andrews? Oohhhh!" Julie gasped and her hips instinctively rotated downward when the heat of the man's prick touched her cuntlips.
"You mean? Oh God, Julie. This is great. The body of a woman and the hairless cunt of a child." He gently collared his knob in the tight, elastic mouth of the girl's fat, hairless vagina.
"Be careful, sir. Don't hurt me. I've never done it." She felt swollen there now, like when her uncle played with her or Arlene kissed her. And it didn't hurt. Not exactly. Julie opened her legs wider to relieve the pressure. "Unnh? Hunnhh?" she almost cried out at the sudden ache that permeated her young loins.
"OhmyGawwd! You're a virgin!" Brent was beside himself with joy. This willing, docile young creature, this vision of nubile loveliness, still had her cherry. "You've never been fucked, Julie? My God."
"I... I'm sorry, sirr." Now she wouldn't get the job. He wanted someone to fuck. And she didn't know how. "I'll learn, Mr. Andrews. I'm a fast learner. I don't care if it hurts."
Brent leaned over and placed a cushion up from the floor, keeping the bulbous knob of his cock still just inside the girl's opening. "Lift up, Julie. Let me put this under you."
Obediently, Julie arched her hips, feeling momentarily an increase in the ache in her passage when Brent didn't quite back off fast enough. And then she was laying with her back arched upwards, her barely fuzzed pelvis tilted and totally vulnerable to the man's assault. "Like that? Is that rhe way?" Timidly she looked down and she shuddered at the thought of having that huge member inside her.
"Relax, Julie. It may hurt at first." Brent pushed. The girl flinched, ever so slightly for she didn't want him to know he was hurting her. She glanced downwards and, for a moment, she was tempted to twist away.
"Eeechhh! Oowww!" Julie gasped, unable to stifle her squeal of pain as her fragile membrane was ripped asunder by the man's firm thrust. "It's OK, sir. Don't stop," she whimpered bravely as she felt her virgin passage being hugely stretched and expanded by Mr. Andrews's penis.
Brent had had willing virgins before but none like this. He saw the tears of pain well up in her eyes as the cock-skinning tightness of her sheath surrounded him. Four inches, then six and, with eight inches buried in her ripe, young body, he paused to savour the delight. "Are you alright, Julie? Am I hurting you?"
"Nah... No sir. Not much." She could see that there was still some of the huge pole not inside yet and she quivered fearfully. "It's alright, Mr. Andrews."
"Thank you, Julie. Thank you for giving me your cherry," Brent groaned and, ecstatic at the virgin's willing submission, he rammed the last two inches up into her, feeling the hardness of her cervix dislodge as he filled her completely.
"Unnngh!!!" Julie could not stifle her grunt as her ripe, young cunt was filled, stuffed to its limits. Was it over?
"Oohhh Gawwd, Julie, you're good," Brent moaned as he began to screw the girl's pillow-arched frame. So tight! Fantastic. He rode up on her higher so the shaft of his cock was sliding over her clitoris, grinding against her firm hips at the bottom of his thrusts, screwing out in a spiral motion. "Does it still hurt, Julie?"
"Nuhunh. no, Mr. Andrews... unh. unh... annnhh sirrrr?" Her panting gasps became a question as she felt the sensations of impending climax. "Am I? Unh... will I? annh... does fucking make me... hannhh... annnhh... annnhhhh!" and her question was answered. The fluttering in her belly became a convulsion. The heat in her loins became a raging fire. It was like Arlene's tongue was inside her and all over her. She began to jerk uncontrollably around the impaling stake that filled her. "Unh hunh unh hunh" she panted as she writhed in orgasm, the man's sperm-laden balls bumping against the crack of her lush, young ass as he fucked her.
When Julie's tight sheath contracted on his tool and her gasps increased in volume and intensity, Brent felt the rush from his aching balls begin. The girl went outwardly limp, sprawled in total submission beneath him, as he exploded.
Julie looked up at him, her hips jerking and quivering spasmodically, her freshly devirginated passage contracting as she ingenuously milked the man's mammoth fleshpole, extracting spurt after spurt of sperm-laden gism into the depths of her violated, young body. The expression of innocence and subservience on her beautiful face seemed to incite the man to new heights of lust and, grinding against the fuzzy softness of her receptive pelvic girdle, he rammed past her cervix to pump even more baby-bearing sperm right into her innocent womb.
"Oohhhh Mr. Andrews? Oohhh sirr? Oh, thank you," Julie sighed as she lay under him, feeling a sense of release like she'd never felt before. "Uh, sir? Did I? Like? Did I do it right? Are you going to hire me?"
Drained though he was, his cock soaking in the hot, flooded depths of the young beauty's tender, bleeding cunt, Brent's lust was renewed by her ingenuous question. "Of course, my dear. Of course." He slid a hand under her lush, young ass and, probing between the firm cheeks, he found her nether orifice, greasy with the juices that had flowed down the crack. "Did your uncle fuck you here?"
"There? In there? Oh no, Mr. Andrews! Are you? Like? Gonna do it there, too?"
"Not today, sweetheart. But he must've done it here, didn't he?" Brent pressed his finger to her pretty lips.
"You mean? In my mouth? You're going to do it there, too?"
"Yes, Julie. I want you to suck my cock." The girl's submissive compliance was incredible. She was definitely the greatest sex-toy that Melinda had ever provided. Already he was stiffening in anticipation of teaching her another lesson.
Brent had been barely twelve when he'd lost his virginity. Not his innocence, for he'd lost that in his hand almost a year before. And the initiator of his loss (or gain, depending on your point of view) was a child, a little girl.
"Hi Brent. Wanta learn a new game?"
Brent looked up from his book, then slid it aside under the blanket. He was alone, as usual, reading. And the book was exciting. Not adventuresome exciting. Sexually exciting. All about Victorian Dandies and caning and, best of all, frigging. He wished that girls now were like then. But any time he'd tried touching one, he'd got slapped or she threatened to cry out.
"Not really, June." Now if it had been her older sister, Sherry, he would have replied differently but June was just a fat, little kid. Cute and pretty but, even in the book, none were as young as she.
"Awww... c'mon... it's fun. You'll like it. Less'n maybe yer not old enough to play it yet?"
"Hah! Don't be silly. If you're old enough then I guess I am."
"Not true, Brent. Uncle Ben sez girls get old enough fer this game 'fore boys do. But he ain't here today, so I can't play with him."
"I still don't believe you, June." What kind of game would Ben Jones play with his little niece? When was he sober enough? Ben was older, maybe even thirty, and Brent couldn't imagine what he'd play with her. Cribbage? Old Maid? Some kids card game, likely. And Brent didn't want to play cards. He looked around the grassy clearing where he'd been reading. It was quiet and isolated and a place where he could be by himself.
"Lemme show yuh, Brent." The fat, ten year old flopped down on the blannket beside him, her short skirt flopping up over her plump thighs, almost to her thick waist. "Yer gonna like it. And I betcha never played it before, neither."
"Tell me, then, June. What kind of game is it, anyway?" She really was a kind of nice kid, he thought. Always smiling, her round face pretty under the dark-haired bangs that covered her to her eyebrows. There were even two little mounds showing under her dress, the promise of what was to come. The boy got a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as the possibilities of playing with this forward little kid dawned on him.
"It's a ticklin' game. Sort of. Like, that's how yuh start it, anyways."
"You mean, I tickle you? That's all?"
"No, stupid. That's not all. And it's a special tickle. Like, you tickle me here," and the young girl took his hand and pulled it up under her skirt, between her widely parted legs.
"Huh? There?" and for the first time, jack felt the incredible softness of cuntflesh. "Does it tickle?" He probed, his curiosity whetted by the little girl's movement as she pushed her hairless, young pudendum against his hand.
"Oh yeah... not 'zackly tickle, but it makes me feel good. But yuh gotta let me tickle you there, too." Her little hand was suddenly fumbling at the waist of his pants as if she wasn't new to this game, which of course she wasn't.
"Here I'll do it." The boy looked furtively around as he pushed down his pants to bare his still dormant, young pecker.
"Heehee... Uncle Ben's got hair all around his," the ten year old giggled.
"Hold it, June," Brent choked with excitement as, with his free hand, he took one of her hands and drew it down to his throbbing organ. Her little hand closed around Brent's penis with electrifying effect. The blood rushed into it and it swelled and hardened to its more than six-inch length.
"Does it make yuh feel good, Brent?" the young girl gasped as, tentatively, she touched his cock. Then, with the experience she'd gained with her lecherous uncle she wrapped her little hand around it and sort of pumped. Her fingers couldn't span the girth but the feel of another's hand on it was immensely more pleasurable than when his own hand was on it.
"Yeah... I like it, June." Brent was pushing her skirt up above her unclad hips as he fingered the delightful softness of the little girl's quim.
"Here... I'll show yuh what yuh gotta do," the girl said, a note of urgency in her voice and she guided his finger into the slit between the fat fleshrolls. There! Rub me there, Brent!"
He felt a hard, little bump and, as he rubbed it, it seemed to get bigger. And then it was suddenly wet. Wet and slippery with an oily moisture like what came out of his penis when he jerked off but before he actually went off. Did girls do the same?
"Yeah... oohh yeah, Brent. Like that."
"Easy, June... don't make me cum... not yet," the boy panted as she began gently to slip her fingers up and down and round his tool, feeling it, squeezing it and her young face with those full, red lips looked at it with a kind of wonder in her eyes. Damn! He could have her! She wouldn't try to stop him would she? The thought of having his throbbing cock surrounded by her soft, moist cuntflesh was too much for his overheated libido.
"Oohhh God," he groaned in frustration as the first hot convulsion of his unwanted climax gripped his loins and he arched up against his little cousin's gently stroking hand. June brought her other hand into play; raising her upper body and grasping his cock tightly with both hands, pumping it with a slow, up-down motion that took him the rest of the way to orgasm.
"Oh!" she cried out as the first spurt of gism jetted from his bucking, jerking tool, a white, viscous stream that hung for a moment, than fell wetly onto her naked hip. "Oh, Brent," she gasped in a soft, breathless whisper as a second, lesser spout followed the first and then a third cascaded behind it and ran down over her pumping hands. But she didn't release her grip, squeezing and stroking as she milked him like a milkmaid would drain a cow. Brent didn't think, in the many times he had done that to himself, he had ever produced such a flood of semen.
"Oohhh June... where did you learn to do that?" he moaned. He felt relief; not only from his sexual tension but also that he had not taken advantage of this pretty, little girl. Then, as he slumped back on the grass, her cum-covered hands still caressing him, he felt foolish. Her Uncle Ben must have already been in her and God knows how many others and he hadn't been able to hold back long enough to get there himself.
The twelve-year-old boy's anger with himself dissolved in the resurgence of his young libido and his tool, which had softened slightly for a moment was suddenly steel-hard again.
June wriggled down onto her back and, both hands now holding his swelling, young tool, she pulled him after her. "Wow! Ohh Gawwllyy! Yer thing is gettin' bigger'n Uncle Ben's!" She was flat on her back now, her pudgy thighs wide apart as the boy knelt above her. "Have yuh ever played this before? Didja ever put yer cock inside a girl?"
"Nah... no... is that what you want? Can I fuck you?" He was scared. If anyone found out, he'd be in trouble. But her uncle must've done it to her? Even if she was just a little kid.
"Acourse, silly. That's what I want. It feels best when yuh put it in me and squirt yer stuff up inside." Ten-year-old June didn't feel as confident as she sounded. Brent was only a couple of years older than she but he was a lot bigger than her uncle. She remembered how it had hurt, the first time last month, when he'd put his thing in her. And she couldn't even get her little hands all the way around Brent's thing. But she'd started it and she wasn't going to chicken out now.
Brent didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed and, aided by the girl's knowing hands, he was suddenly surrounded by hot, moist flesh. In. One inch, then a second. It was heaven.
"Unnhh... easy... go eeassyyy Brent," June cried out as her barely pubescent passage was stretched and expanded by the boy's oversized tool. But it didn't hurt. It felt good. She could hardly wait to feel him squirt.
Deeper and deeper he kept pushing until he felt something hard. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. The softly clinging feel of the young girl's cunt gripping his throbbing cock was absolute bliss. Wordlessly he began, instinctively, to fuck her.
"Yuh... good... yer makin' me feel good," little June panted as the boy's pleasure and excitement transmitted itself to her. She liked this better than with her uncle because she had started it. It made her feel older, more mature. "Rub me! Put yer finger down there and rub me!"
The inexperienced boy didn't know what she wanted but he let her guide his hand back between their tightly meshed bodies and, when he felt the little bump, he felt her fat hips quiver in response to the touch. She was like a pudding beneath him, her fat hips and soft, round belly welded to his as he fingered and fucked her.
"Oh yeah... oh yeah... do it, Brent. Do it." the little girl urged as she felt the sensations in her underaged belly begin. Sometimes Uncle Ben squirted before the big fire came and she wanted the big fire. "Hurry. Hurry Brent. Go faster!"
Little June's precocious response probably caused the destruction of more than one under ripe cherry in later years for the memory of her urging left no doubt in Brent's mind some little girls could be fucked completely, even though it might do irreparable damage to their juvenile psyches. As was likely the case of June's Uncle Ben initiating her prematurely to the physical delights of intercourse.
Brent needed no urging. Fiercely now he ploughed June's tight, little-girl cunt as he felt the pressure growing in his bouncing balls. Her short, fleshy frame jiggled and bounced and then, as he heard her utter a choking, breathless gasp, he felt a twitch of her surrounding cuntflesh, a sort of squeeze that tickled the sensitive tip of his tool and triggered his explosion.
"Yunnh... unnh... yunnh Brent... oohhh yeannhh," June panted as the waves of heat washed over her and she felt the boy's hot liquid gush up inside her. Her short legs rose into the air and she wriggled like a speared fish as the inexperienced boy hammered her soft, fat-padded frame with the fast, fierce strokes of climax.
"That's fun, eh, Brent? And I'm too young to get knocked up. Will yuh wanta play again?"
"Uh, sure June." Brent was afraid now. She was only a little girl, even if she'd started it. But the fear didn't last long. For the next three months he regularly played her game and, in the process, acquired skills that lasted him a lifetime.
Sherry, June's twelve-year-old sister, was also a heavy girl. Only, at twelve, some of her weight was concentrated in prematurely developed fat-bloated, oversized breasts. That, by itself, might not have led to what happened, but Sherry was experiencing some strange, new feelings and her Uncle Ben hadn't chosen her as the target of his incestuous lust. She was still virgin and comparatively innocent but vulnerable. Still, nothing might have happened had it not been for indiscretion on her little sister's part.
"I know lots more'n you 'bout some stuff!" June spat at her older sister as they argued. "I betcha don't have no idea 'bout what I learnt from Uncle Ben. And Brent." And then, realizing that she might get in trouble, June didn't say anything more.
What did she mean? What had she learned from Uncle Ben? Or
Brent? Sherry lay in her bed and wondered. Her mother had a big fight
with Uncle Ben but she didn't know why. "Don't ever touch that girl
again!" her mother had said when she sent him away. Sherry knew it had
something to do with June. Had he molested her? Maybe Brent had molested her,
too? Would he admit it? Sherry's fingers became busy between her legs.
"Brent? Uh, could I talk to you? Alone, that is?" She had to find out. After she'd played with herself last night, she'd had a dream. Brent was on top of her little sister and he looked up when Sherry saw them and said, "June knows more than you do. Nyah nyanh nyanh." When Sherry awoke she had a terribly empty feeling and her pussy was dripping wet. And she felt a terrible jealousy toward her sister.
Brent looked up from his book. How had Sherry found his reading place? Had June told her? "Yeah? Sure, Sherry." Had June told her about what they did? That he was fucking her? He was lucky she hadn't shown up half an hour ago when he was ploughing the ten year old's juicy, little furrow. God, what would it be like to fuck a girl with tits like Sherry's? June's were not flat but they hadn't developed much yet. "Is this OK? Are we alone enough, here?" He'd never seen a big girl's tits. Sherry's sort of jiggled, like under inflated balloons, under her sweater and he had a tremendous urge to feel them.
"Uh, I guess so?" Sherry looked around the little clearing. June had said she met Brent here and they did 'stuff'. Was Brent doing it to her kid sister? Fucking her? No, it couldn't be that. June was only ten. But she had to know. Brent was a 'nice guy', a gentleman. At least as much as any boy was a gentleman. Last night's dream flashed through her mind and she blushed, as if Brent knew she was imagining him on top of June.
"What is going on between you and June?"
"Whaddya mean, Sherry? Nothin's going on." Had June told her older sister what they'd done? Was Sherry going to tell on them?
"That's not what June says." Sherry had seen the look of alarm
that flashed across his face when she'd asked the question. "You molested
her, didn't you?" That was the pet word now, molested.
"No. Of course not! She's only ten years old." But you're twelve. I'd like to molest you, even if I just fucked your kid sister. Brent's thoughts may have been visible and the direction of his gaze, to Sherry's oversized boobs, was unmistakable. What the hell! They were alone. Nobody would hear her yell, if she did. Why not at least get a feel of those tits?
Sherry saw the change in Brent's eyes. She looked around as if seeking an avenue of escape. He wouldn't, would he? He wouldn't rape her? He'd go to jail. No, he was only twelve, like her. They wouldn't send him to jail. Oh no. What had she done?
Brent, initially, had only been half-serious, if that, about 'molesting' June's sister. When he saw the expression on her face, the fear and timidity, it inflamed his juvenile lust. He grabbed her ankle and, as she tried to twist away, Sherry lost her balance and fell to the blanket, half on top of the boy.
"NO! NO! LET ME UP!" the buxom twelve-year-old girl cried out as Brent held her down on his chest and pulled up her sweater but, even as she protested, Sherry felt weak and helpless, as if it was hopeless to struggle. The boy was no older than she but much bigger and. although she grunted and strained, he pinned her down on top of him, pulling her sweater up around her neck and tearing at the clasp of her bra.
"I bet your Uncle Ben's been screwing you too, hasn't he." His voice was muffled by the girl's huge titmelons as they flopped out nakedly from their containment and gleefully he buried his face in their warm softness. The girl seemed, suddenly, to stop struggling, and then he was pulling down her shorts. There was a tearing sound and Sherry unwillingly aided her tormentor by lifting her belly from his so her shorts wouldn't be damaged. And there she was, naked to all effective purposes, her breasts bared, her lower body unclothed and the big, passionate boy holding her down on him with his superior weight and strength.
"Nahhh... nooo... let me go," Sherry pleaded as she momentarily gave up her struggle and pleaded for pity. "I won't tell. I promise." The boy's face was between her breasts, moving from side to side and his hands were squeezing her naked bum and it was making her warm, almost sweaty.
Brent had no time for words now, despite her sister's recent ministrations. He pushed down his own shorts to free his rampant, juvenile tool and it stuck up into the crevice of the girl's tightly closed, fat thighs. He worked his knee between hers and her thick legs opened reluctantly. She was giving in. In spite of her protests and struggles, she was just like June. Only bigger. He rolled with her then, her big, soft body flopping over loosely and compliantly as he knelt between her opened legs.
Sherry then saw the huge eight-inch fleshpole and it was as if he'd held a
knife to her throat. She became completely still, terrified by the huge spear
that threatened her. Oh no? Was it like
"You're bigger'n June. I bet you've been giving this to your uncle for years, haven't you, Sherry." Brent directed the swollen knob to the fat, hairless slit.
"Noooo... pleease Brent... he didn't... I never," Sherry moaned, paralyzed with fright but, at the same time, feeling that warmth in her belly that her fingers produced at night. Had her little sister really had that huge thing inside her?
Brent, with the practice he'd had with her kid sister, skillfully directed his knob to the entrance to the big girl's fat body. Perhaps it was some kind of reaction to the fear of being raped, some inherent mechanism to reduce the pain or maybe it was evidence of her budding sexuality but, for whatever reason, Sherry was already wet and slippery. Almost two inches of the boy's thick tool slid easily between her fat, labial fleshrolls, pushing them apart and then into the tight clasp of her vaginal mouth. And then his ingress was blocked.
"Nahhh... please... pleeease don't,"
Sherry moaned as she felt the aching pressure on her hymen. He was going to do
it. He was going to break her cherry.
"Unnh!" Brent uttered a grunt of satisfaction as the barrier gave way and his tool slid halfway into the softly stretching channel. He felt a sense of triumph. He'd popped Sherry's cherry! In his pre-teen mind, he wasn't sure if it was the lewd pleasure of being the first inside the girl's hot, tight enclosure or the tightly clasping grip of the unused sheath that made Sherry better than her underaged, kid sister but, whichever it was, he had a blissful sensation as he settled down on the fat girl's large breasts and her soft, voluminous belly.
"Naahhnnghhh," Sherry's mouth gaped in a whimpered cry of shock as she was speared and invaded and the boy's weight came down heavily on top of her. Her big, fat boobs jiggled with her whimpers as his weight pinned her to the blanket. The pain of defloration had subsided as quickly as it came and now she was conscious only of a feeling of being split by the thickness of Brent's staff. The muscles of her legs and belly trembled and quivered beneath their padding of fat and the breath left her lungs in a whimpering whoosh.
Brent wriggled with delight on the girl's fleshy softness, surrounded it seemed by her warmth, and he could feel the jiggly trembling of her fleshy body beneath him. This was better than with her little sister. He liked her submissiveness and it gave him a special feeling of satisfaction to know he'd conquered her. He moved his hips against hers, rolling from side to side on her big tit-pillows and her widely cushioning hips. Then pushed so that the fat, smooth lips of her cunt were surrounding the equally hairless base of his throbbing cock and he felt the resisting hardness of her cervix. Was she going to tell on him? June had asked him to do it but he'd made Sherry give in. He'd forced her. It was too late now, anyway. He'd done it. He raised his upper body from the prone girl's and looked down lustfully at her big, young, open legged frame.
"I like you better'n June. Did she tell you she asked me to fuck her? Is that why you came lookin' for me here?" Deviously he schemed. If she told on him, he'd claim she asked for it. "Are yuh OK, Sherry? he asked with feigned concern when she didn't answer. "I'm glad you're big like yuh are."
"Unnngh," the girl moaned as Brent positioned his knees so he could raise his hips from Sherry's broad, meaty hips and her tubby belly. As he withdrew, the young girl's hands moved down to her aching, hairless pussy, relieved from the overstretched feeling of having him all inside but, strangely, experiencing a sense of loss. Looking down, she gazed in dull-eyed lassitude, awed by the size of the mammoth fleshpole that still joined her fat, bald vulva to the boy. Defensively, she grasped the huge cylinder, its smooth hardness sending another surge of helpless servility through her young body.
"Nahh... cahh... cahhhn'tt," she whimpered as he pushed. Through the deep valley between the huge hills of her floppy fleshbags she watched the white pole sink into her and her hands fell away as she submitted to penetration.
Brent grasped her bosom, roughly mauling the soft melons as his cock was again surrounded by the fat girl's tight cunt. Using her tits like big, malleable handles, he pulled himself higher on her voluptuous body, digging in his toes to maintain his position on her broad, deep hips. There was something especially erotic about the way the girl looked up at him in complete submission, her tongue projecting pinkly from her red-lipped mouth, her eyes almost closed in docile surrender.
"Hunngh!" Sherry grunted when her innocent cunt was plugged to capacity. "Hannhh!" she moaned as it withdrew and the elastic passage again returned to smaller dimensions. She'd lost her cherry. She was being fucked. She couldn't stop him. Why didn't he hurry? "Hunngh... hannh?... hunggh... hannhh... hurry... hurry," she heard herself say.
"I knew yuh'd like it, Sherry. June loves it and she's lots younger'n you." Despite the girls sudden, unplanned urging for speed, he wanted to savour every moment of this one time only opportunity. One time only with Sherry, anyway. "It don't hurt now, does it? I can tell."
"But Brent? What if someone finds out? You won't tell, will you? Not even June?" He was right. It didn't hurt now. Not exactly, anyway. She sort of ached but it was a pleasant hurt. Her hands were still between her legs as Brent's cock slid in and out of her cunt but she was no longer trying to restrain him. She did like it. Even if doing it made her a slut.
"I'm not going to tell her... or anyone else, Sherry. Not as long as you keep letting me do this." Damn. He felt powerful. And those tits! He hefted them, squeezed them, and watched them jiggle like big, jelly-filled bags.
Sherry watched and felt the boy's fuckpole disappear into her, then reappear, shiny with her juices. The urgency was still there in her churning belly but looking at his cock through the deep valley between her big, jiggling breasts, she giggled. "Heehee... you could put it up between my bubs, couldn't you... and do this. Wouldja like to do that? Do me there?"
The girl's lewd suggestion added to the boy's juvenile lust. "Yeah... ohhh yeah, Sherry. But not now." He increased the tempo of his thrusts, driving to the bottom of the girls tight channel, hammering her fleshy hips.
"Yunh... unnhh... hurry Brent. Hurry. Hannh... gonna... hannh... yer gonna make it cum," she panted, "yunh... hunh... yunggh... hunnggh," she grunted each time the boy's cock bottomed out in her adolescent sheath.
It was wonderful. Sherry's big tits bounced and jiggled, her fat belly rippled and shook as he ploughed her limply receptive frame. She was saying hurry? Oh yes. She was going to cum! He felt her hands on his bare ass, digging in, urging him on. Her hips moved. Her legs lifted. Oh God. He was getting in deeper. He squeezed her voluminous titflesh harder and he felt her fat belly bulge up to his.
"Hunnnnghh... yunnngghhh... yeeeee,"Sherry's cries rang out as a hot wave of climax washed over her adolescent loing. "Yunnghh... unnghh... yunghhh,"she gasped as, urged on by her passion, Brent hammered her soft fleshed frame, feeling the delicious contractions of her vagina as the tiny muscles locked on his invading tool.
Sherry went limp again and lay there in compliant subjugation as the boy reamed her tender fuckwell. She felt the huge invader become impossibly large and then it jerked and bucked inside her and her womb was battered by successive jets of heavy gism, flooding her with his viscous gism.
"Oohhh Sherryyyy," Jacxk moaned as he was paralyzed by the hot thrill of his ejaculation. With youthful vigor he pumped his sperm deep up into the twelve year old's submissive body, lowering his chest to rub it on her glorious, soft mammaries. He felt as if her vagina was pulling him completely inside, the muscular action draining him as his hand nor even June's immature passage ever had. He could feel the added heat and wetness as he gushed his sperm into her young, fat body and he slumped down on top of her.
Sherry remained, open and docile beneath him, making no effort to dislodge him from her cum-flooded interior and he knew, for sure, she'd let him fuck her again.
"Was it good, Sherry? Did you like it?" Brent finally rolled off of the girl's still supine body and, for the first time, he saw the trickle of cherry juice staining the excess semen that oozed from Sherry's violated twat.
"Gotta go." Sherry shuddered when she saw
the size of the boy's semi-erect tool as if came out of her. She was scared
now. Scared at the sight of her vestal blood but also remembering that
She would come back for more another day.
"What'cha doin', Brent?" Sherry was again naked on the blanket; her fat legs wide apart and twitching after Brent had fucked her again. She'd come looking for it today, first making sure that her little sister was busy so she wouldn't come and catch her. It had been even better this time. No pain when he put his cock into her although it still made her ache from being stretched.
"I'm gonna fuck yer tits, Sherry. Like yuh said yesterday," and Brent straddled her thick waist, his bare ass settling down on her soft belly.
"Heehee... I din't really mean it," the big-titted, twelve-year-old girl giggled as he pulled her large, malleable breasts together and began to slide his wet, slippery tool in the warm, soft slot created by them.
The shiny, purple knob bumped her chin with each forward thrust between her tits and, seeing Sherry's red-lipped mouth open and close as his cock pulled back, then pushed forward, Brent knew what he wanted next.
"Whah? What're yuh mmmph no," the girl protested when he pulled her head forward so the hot, wet tip of his cock went between her lips. "Nmmmph... nmmph... nooo,"she cried out but he was unstoppable. He was leaning over her now, his hard staff angled down and he was pushing it deeper into her mouth. Sherry surrendered to the boy's obscene assault, gagging when he went too deep and holding the thick, hard pole so he wouldn't go deeper and choke her.
Brent was aroused by the sight of the girl's lips wrapped around his tool and the exciting feel as its sensitive underside slid over her hot, pebbled tongue. It made him feel dominant and powerful to fuck her mouth and he knew he'd have to fuck her little sister's mouth, too. And then he felt her lips move, felt her tongue push and writhe against his cock. Oh God! She was starting to suck! Sherry was sucking his cock.
Conquered. Humiliated. Debased. But she liked it. She liked the feel of the hard
cylinder sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Yeah... oohh yeah, Sherry... you're makin' me feel good," Brent panted as he felt the burning heat in his balls and pushed harder. Grabbing the fat girl, he rolled onto his back, keeping her head between his legs and, now totally dominated by the younger boy, her head bobbed up and down.
"Don't stop Sherry... don't stop, he moaned, thrilling at the sensations as the girl's mouth slid up and down, her lips and tongue clinging caressingly to his throbbing tool. "Annnh God... yeessss," he exclaimed as he felt the imminence of his climax and he pushed her head down. The tip of his cock touched the entry to her throat and the added thrill of the cntact with his sensitive, drawn back foreskin triggered his explosion.
"Glannggh... glarrggh," Sherry gagged as the boy's cock bumped the back of her throat. She felt his mouth-filling cock swell and then it bucked between her lips. "Gluurghh... uurrggghh," she gurgled as the creamy gism gushed up into her mouth in hot, heavy spurts. Futilely she tried to push him away, before she drowned and then, as her oral cavity was flooded with his semen, she swallowed. "Glanngh... uulllpp... ulllpp," her loud swallows sounded wetly from her cock-plugged mouth as the boy emptied his adolescent sperm into her submissively sucking mouth.
"Yer not mad at me are yuh?", Brent asked as he continued to fuck between the girl's softly sucking lips. She was looking down at him with doe-eyed docility as she sucked, wet, slurpy sounds emanating from her and a trickle of creamy cum dribbling down the side of her face.
"Yuh din't tell me? Din't say you were gonna do that?" Sherry's complaint, if it was in fact a complaint, was timid and submissive as Brent withdrew from her mouth, her red lips now covered with a whitish sheen from his semen.
"I'll tell yuh next time, Sherry. But I like it better in yer cunt so's I can get all inside you." He felt good. And powerful. The fat, naked girl was still lying there, her big, soft tits jiggling from her heavy breathing, her legs still spread apart, her fat, hairless cuntlips gaping slightly after her second ever fuck. He was lucky. Most guys his age couldn't get fucked at all, and he had two girls he could fuck any time he wanted to.
Pregnant Cindy and her kid sister were no problem for Brent. Nor had little Sally turned out to be a problem, at least not directly. With the two younger ones it was rape, albeit of the statutory variety, but neither seemed likely to tell. Nonetheless, he was worried.
"Are you Mr. Andrews?"
Brent looked up from his book. Standing there at the gate to the sundeck was a girl, a teenager, he guessed although her obviously dyed, platinum blonde hair could have graced a much older woman. Nor did she look really young. But maybe fucking sub-teens was affecting his vision.
"Yes. Who are you?" God, those tits!. And she didn't seem to mind showing them off.
"I'm Sally's sister. Marissa."
"Sally? Oh, you mean Debby's little friend?"
"I hear she's not just Debby's friend." Marissa walked over to the chair where Brent was lounging, her nice, round ass rolling, her large tit-globes bobbling appealingly. "And not too little, either. Not too little for some things, anyway."
Sally had told her yesterday. Let it slip, was more like it. Marissa hadn't been too concerned that her kid sister had been fucked, even if she was only eleven, but she didn't believe what she said about the man's size. Marissa had been fucked by a lot of guys in the four years since she lost her cherry but the oldest had been eighteen. And he hadn't been the biggest. Mr. Andrews was a big man, tall and wide, but she knew outward size had nothing to do with the other size.
Brent got a sinking feeling in his gut. Well, at least it was Sally's sister, not her father, who was here. "I think Sally may have an overactive imagination, Marissa. What does she say I've done?" This was no shy, young virgin he was talking to. Sally had talked about her older sister. God, was this girl only fifteen?
"You don't have to lie to me, Mr. Andrews. I'm not going to tell my parents or anything. I do it, too. She probably told you. It's just? Like? I don't believe her."
"I said she has an overactive imagination, Marissa."
"No, it's not that. I believe you've done it to her. Made love, or screwed her, whatever? It's just? Like? She says you're this big?" and Marissa held her hands almost a foot apart to illustrate his purported length.
"Have you ever taken... uh... seen one that big?"
"No, Mr. Andrews. That's why I don't believe her." The brazen teen looked down, pointedly, at the man's crotch. "I just wanta see, that's all."
"Well, Marissa. If I show you mine, then you have to show me yours," Brent said, then with a smile, added. "That's OK. I'm just joking."
Marissa was standing over him then, looking down at him, her white teeth contrasting with the redness of her full lips. She felt like she was in command, whether he was an older man or not. "I want to see, Mr. Andrews. If you don't show me, I'll have to tell my father what Sally told me," she said demandingly.
"This isn't the place, Marissa. If you insist on this foolishness, we have to go inside." Let's see, Cindy won't be home from work for four hours, at least, and Debby won't be home from school for two or three? His mind was thinking of more than just show and tell. Brent got out of his chair and went into the house, the busty teenager following him.
This was easy. And fun. Maybe she should threaten to tell unless he gave her some money? Sally wasn't even twelve yet so they'd probably send him to jail. And Sally said he was screwing Debby, too. Marissa followed Brent into the bedroom; pleased it had been so easy.
"You're a big girl, Marissa. How old are you?" Brent looked her over, seeing high, haltered breasts, a bare, slightly bulging belly, a firm, well rounded ass encased tightly by shorts that barely covered the tops of her long, full thighs.
"I'm sixteen," Marissa said with a note of pride in her voice, used to the fact that most people thought she was older. "But I look nineteen, don't I?"
"Yes, you do, Marissa." And 40 DD, too. "Are you sure you want me to expose myself to you?" His organ was swelling quickly as he became more determined to do more than show this busty, young bitch his endowment. "It's not a good idea."
"Yeah. And then I'm gonna leave." Marissa watched expectantly as, his back to her, the man pushed down his shorts. "But I may still hafta tell Daddy." She'd get him scared and then get money from him, too.
When Brent turned to face the big, young girl, his tool as almost fully erect, all ten, thick inches of it. Her fat-lipped mouth gaped and she backed away from him, her adolescent arrogance suddenly humbled by the huge, threatening fleshpole that stuck out from the man's groin.
"It's sized more for a big girl like you than a little girl like Sally, isn't it Marissa?" Brent reached out and with a tug, pulled off the girl's halter. "And you're a big girl, sweetie." The look in her eyes changed from arrogance to uncertainty as she backed away from him and, recognizing that he now had the advantage, Brent grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake, just to see her big boobs jiggle.
"Let me go, Mr. Andrews. I ain't gonna tell." Marissa now doubted part of her little sister's story. She may have seen it but she never could have taken that humungous cock inside her. "I hafta leave,"
"Not yet, sweetie. I think you need this, don't you. Sally says you're a real hot piece." The girl stood trembling, unable to break away, as he peeled her tight shorts down over her lush, young ass and, as he noted the deep crevice that bisected her assmelons, he knew what he wanted to do.
"Please, Mr. Andrews. I don't believe her no more. I know she's too little for you. You'd have kilt her with that." And then, before she knew what was happening, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was sprawled naked and defenseless, across his thighs.
Thwaack Slap. Smaacckkk. Brent placed three open-handed slaps on the flesh of the girl's firm, round bottom. Thwaack! His hand stung as he spanked her again.
"Oowww oowww ooowwwchhh," Marissa cried out as the heat from the man's stinging hand pervaded her body. "Don't. Please don't spank me. Please don't."
The girl's big tits hung and swayed against his leg as he applied more punishment to the buxom youngster's reddening asscheeks. Thwaacckk smmaacckk smaacckkk slaaapp smaacckkk sounded sharply as the girl stopped wriggling and submitted to the indignity, the painful indignity of being spanked. With each stinging blow, the heat grew, a deep heat, a heat that seemed to progress from her burning bottom down to her genitals and up into her belly.
"You like being spanked, don't you, sweetie." Thwaacckkk "I think you needed this." Smmmaaccckkk!! "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"
"Owwww... sirrr? Yesss" Slaappp! "I'm sorry. I won't tell." Splaatt! "Oowwch... sirrr... yer hurtin' me." Sssmmaaaccckkk!!!
"Are you going to take care of me, Marissa. The way your little sister does?" Spplaattt!! Brent was enjoying punishing the big girl's lush, young ass and, now that she was limply and timidly submitting to it, he was sure he was in total control.
"Yesss" Thwaaccckk "Owww... yesss Mr. Andrews... whatever you want." Marissa didn't understand the feeling in her belly. It was like being fucked, only different too.
"Get on your knees, Marissa. Suck my cock!"
"Yesss Mr. Andrews," the girl whimpered meekly as he slid her off his lap and guided her to a kneeling position between his legs. Looking up at him timidly, she opened her fat-lipped mouth and engulfed the dripping, purple knob. "Mmph... yer not gonna... mmmph... not gonna go are yuh? Not in my mmph mmouff?"
"Not yet, sweetie." Brent drew her head closer. "Glungh," the girl gagged as the tip of the man's huge prick bumped the back of her throat. "Glannghh," she gagged again as he angled his entry and the big knob chokingly invaded her gullet. Marissa had sucked cock before. Even before she'd first been fucked, but she'd never deep-throated. Her whole frame became watery-weak, a feeling of total submission engulfing her.
"Come sit on my lap now." Brent raised the subjugated teen to her feet, and then guided her astride his thighs. To his delight, the fat lips of her cunt were swollen and wet below the sparse bush that covered her bulging mons. The plane between her widespread legs was wider than some and, directing his knob to the oft-fucked opening, he urged her closer.
Marissa leaned back, her lower jaw hanging, her fat tits wobbling as she watched and felt her cunt being entered. The man drew her forward as, inch by inch, the huge, thick pole disappeared within her. "Hunh unhh unnnhhh unnnnhhhh" she gasped loudly as waves of orgasm washed over her buxom frame.
Brent heard her gasps and felt the contractions of her snug channel begin before he was completely lodged within her. The spanking must have turned her on, too, he thought as he moved her hips back and forth, taking her through her climax.
"Was that good, Marissa? Did you like it?"
"Hanh... sirrr? It happened so fast?" In all the times she'd been fucked, only twice had Marissa cum with the guy inside her and then only because she'd rubbed her clit. Was this what it was like with an older man?
"Now sweetie, down onto the floor," Brent said as he eased her off his lap. "On your hands and knees, Marissa."
Obediently the big girl knelt. "What are you going to do, Mr. Andrews?" She looked back apprehensively as the naked man moved in behind her, kneeing her legs wider apart. She recoiled when his burning hot staff touched the spank-sensitized cheeks of her ass. "Yer not? Like? Yer not gonna put it in there, are yuh?"
"Not yet, Marissa." Brent nudged her swollen, wet cuntlips with the tip of his cock and heard her sighing moan as he slowly pushed into her. Her firm buttocks molded to his belly as he ground against her, reaching under her with one hand to titillate her clitoris and with the other to maul her heavily swaying breasts which hung like large melons from her chest.
Two slow-fucked minutes later, Marissa's snug sheath spasmed again and Brent began the conquest of the girl's nether orifice. With the tip of his cock he slathered their copiously produced juices over the tiny, puckered rosebud as she looked back with suspicion and apprehension.
Only occasionally did Brent utilize the nether orifice for his satisfaction but, as he looked at the kneeling girl, he suspected that she was one of the best potential assfucks he had been this close to. Marissa's ass was superb, large and firm but not overly big. The expression in her eyes as he prepared the tiny orifice for penetration added to his anticipation.
"You're not going to? Not there? Oh no, Mr. Andrews. I won't!"
The girl's objection was all the excuse that Brent needed to punish those twin, naked hemispheres. Spllaatt! Slaappp! Thwaacckk!", he applied three hard, stinging blows to the fleshy orbs.
"No! No! Don't spank me," Marissa whimpered timidly as the heat of his blows suffused her nakedly vulnerable bottom. "Please don't?"
Ssmmaaccck! Smmaacckk!", Brent applied two more hand-stinging spanks to her luscious ass. "Do as I say then, Marissa!" Thwacck! Spplattt! The firm, white orbs had pink marks as they rippled under his punishing blows. "Be still, Marissa. Don't move!"
Marissa knelt obediently on all fours, tense and frightened, as she felt the man's hot weapon push against her anal orifice. She lowered her head and saw, framed between the twin globes of her loosely hanging breasts, the swaying, sac-encased eggs that dangled below her bottom. Oh God? Was it going to hurt? One boy had tried to do it there but he'd gone off before he'd got it in.
Brent again anointed the tiny, brown ring with her lubricating juices, using his fingers and the head of his cock as he teased the sensitive portal. He pushed her shoulders down so that her face was resting on the carpet, her lush asscheeks spreading wider.
The buxom, sixteen year old quivered but, frightened and cowed by the spanking and the man's huge fucktool, she held her hips rigid as she awaited her anal initiation.
Brent pushed. "Don't move, Marissa. Don't move!" he warned as the small, rubbery aperture slowly expanded. The girl's face was just visible from his upright position behind her and he saw her pretty, re-lipped mouth twist in a grimace of discomfort as her sphincter stretched and expanded. It would be like fucking a virgin, Brent mused, lecherously.
"Hunngghh! Unnnghh!" Marissa cried out in pain as the bulbous knob suddenly popped through the tight, elastic ring. But, despite the agony, the girl remained unmoving and docile, kneeeling in humble submission as the man continued his assault on her ripe, young body.
The teen's lush asscheeks were more than a handful and Brent parted them, looking lecherously at the sight of the vise-like ring that was stretched around the thickness of his cock. With slow, careful thrusts, he began his deeper entry, hearing the soft whimpers that sounded from the obediently kneeling, young girl's mouth. The friction of her tight, anal passage was delightful, the hot tube titillating his cocktip with thrilling sensations.
If Marissa had felt humbled and dominated when she was being spanked and when she'd knelt before this man with her mouth stuffed with cock, now, with her asshole plugged by his huge dong, she was completely subjugated. The pain was gone, leaving only a strange sensation of fullness and, cautiously, she looked back over her shoulder at her tormentor.
"How does it feel, Marissa? Are you ready for the rest of it?" Brent asked as he leaned forward over her lush, taut ass-melons and, with one hand, he grasped one heavy, pneumatic tit-globe while the other hand reached between her legs to stroke her clit.
"Whah? What do you mean?" the girl gasped. "Isn't it all in?" Her apprehension of deeper penetration was tempered by the tingly thrill from the man's clit-rubbing finger.
"Just half, baby," he grunted as he continued his inward journey. "Damn. You're as tight as Sally's cunt. Maybe tighter."
Marissa was far from innocent but hearing the teacher's lewd comparison of her body with her underaged sister's, combined with the obscene novelty of having her ass fucked to send a surge of lust through her belly. She could feel the hot pole going deeper and deeper up into her bowels and she experienced novel sensations in her belly. It wasn't bad. Maybe even good?
Brent wormed his hips between Marissa's firmly fleshed buttocks and pushed until he was up her ass to the root of his cock. The girl pushed back just enough that she wouldn't fall forward and then he began to fuck the delightfully tight passage.
"Fuck me, Marissa. Fuck back at me," Brent panted as he screwed the girl's firm, lush ass. "Move tha lovely ass, baby."
Freed from the command to be still, the girl responded willingly, squirming her ass around the impaling pole. Then, just as she was feeling the onset of orgasm, the man suddenly pulled out.
"On you back, Marissa. I want to look at you," Brent ordered and, spanked and screwed into obedience, the big teenager flopped over on her back, her legs spread wide.
Hooking her ankles over his shoulders, Brent raised her hips so that her asshole was in line with his cock. The formerly tiny aperture gaped open now, expanded by his thick dong, and easily, this time, he thrust back into her dark depths.
"Did you do Sally's ass, sir?" the girl panted as she was filled again. Marissa hoped not. She wanted to have something that her little, kid sister hadn't.
"Not yet, Marissa. "Do you want me to?"
"Hannh... I don't care. Just fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"
The girl beneath him looked much older than sixteen, at that moment, as Brent ploughed her hot, young asshole. Grinding his pelvic bone bruisingly against her lightly furred pussy, he could feel the bump of her erect clit and then the lush-bodied girl began to writhe as her orgasm gripped her.
"Yunh! Yunh! Yunh!" she panted as she arched up to him. Her rectal tube squeezed as her vaginal contractions wracked her and the tight channel drew on his throbbing tool
Brent felt the familiar surge from his swaying balls and his semen coursed the length of his deeply imbedded prick to explode into the humid depths of the girl's asshole.
"Oohhh sirrrr. Oohhh," she sighed as she slumped back beneath him. "I never knew that would be so good. Did you like it? Did you like fucking my ass?"
"You were great, Marissa. Are we going to do things again? Are you still mad about Sally?"
"No. Not now. But you gotta promise to do me more'n her?"
"Maybe we can do it together?" Brent suggested. Could he satisfy both these sexy, young minks?
"Would'ja? Would'ja really, sir? Me'n Sally at the same time?"
"I'd like to try, Marissa. But you have to set it up."
It never happened. Brent's caution overcame his lechery before he got any deeper into trouble.
Brent smiled as he slipped the key in the lock. This was great; getting this
big, new house for a month while his sister, Maureen, and her husband toured
Cindy had been upset when he told her he was getting his brother to take over the business, or at least the home base. He was going to travel and try to expand their sources of the goods they imported. That was the official reason. The true reason was that Brent was afraid that his predilection for kiddy-sex was going to get him into trouble. Next time it might not be a compliant teen like Marissa who came after him. Maybe it would be the law. He'd get away and mainly loaf and see the world while his brother took care of earning an income for him.
He was earlier than usual today after giving his brother some direction in how to do things but he'd still expected the kids would be home from school, even if it wasn't yet four. He left his shoes by the door and climbed the stairs, enjoying the feel of the plush carpet under his feet. As he reached the top he heard a sound, actually it was more than a sound, it was a whimper, a sharp cry. He paused.
Yes. It was coming from Mindy's bedroom, the one next to his. Was she home? Was she crying? It sounded a bit like that but still it wasn't exactly a cry. Was she having some kind of little-girl problems? Brent wasn't sure how he'd handle that. He walked closer, noting that the door was slightly ajar. Just then he heard another voice cry out.
"Ouch! Jeeze, Mindy, don't squeeze it like that! It hurt!"
Brent looked through the crack at the hinged edge of the slightly open door and his eyes widened in shock.
"Hanh... sorry Johnny. Hanh... but yuh know I go sorta crazy when yuh make me cum."
His jaw hanging slackly in disbelief, Brent peered at his niece and her brother, his nephew. Johnny, wearing only a shirt, was kneeling on the bed beside his prone, little sister. Mindy's small hand was holding the boy's red-tipped penis as she lay there, completely naked, legs apart, beside him.
"Yuh didn't shoot yet." Her hand closed more snugly around the six-inch staff and she began to stroke it with seeming skill. "When you go, shoot it on my bubs, Johnny. Nettie sez it'll make them grow."
Mindy definitely had a lot of growing to do to equal Marissa's impressive tit dimensions but her breasts mounds were, nonetheless, sufficient to let an observer know she was not a boy-child. And, as she lay panting from her climax, her nipples stood out like bullets from the fleshy orbs. Brent noticed this, along with the shapeliness of her short, plump legs and the nicely rounded curve of her hips. He felt ashamed of the stirring in his groin aroused by the sight of his cute, young niece's wantonly displayed, nude body. Damn! It was bad enough that the young stuff turned him on but this one was his niece.
"I'm gonna do it in you, Mindy" the boy said gruffly as, suddenly, he threw himself down on top of his naked, open-legged, little sister. "You'll like it. I know you will."
Brent started to go in and stop him but, perversely aroused by the erotic pageant, he held back. Clearly Johnny and Mindy had been engaging in this incestuous sex game for quite a while. The way she was giving him a hand-job proved that and the way she'd talked about cumming added to the confirmation. No doubt they'd been fucking, too. He watched quietly, his organ swelling as if he, not his nephew, was going to fuck the cute youngster.
But Johnny? Yuh promised? Yuh said we'd just? Like? Do it like we done? With our hands?"
"Yeah, I know, but? I done it to Nettie last week. It's lots better'n what we done. C'mon, Mindy? Let me?"
If Nettie did it, then it must be OK. The girl compliantly opened her legs wider as her brother brought his rigid tool into contact with her smooth, plump pussy. "Are you sure it's safe, Johnny? I mean, like, what if yuh make me pregnant?" Mindy opened her legs wider as her brother positioned himself to penetrate her juicy, young cunt and she adjusted her naked hips receptively.
He ought to go in and end this lewd scenario but Brent stood, eyes glued to the scene, as his own organ throbbed with desire. Johnny was wrong. She wasn't too young to get knocked up. Was she a virgin? Then he found out.
"Hanh! Owwch! Ohh!Yer hurtin' me Johnny?"
"It'll be OK now, Mindy," the boy gasped as his hips sank between the girl's widespread legs. "Gawwlyy, you feel good. Are you OK now, Mindy?" His bare bottom bobbed as he began to fuck his little sister.
"Yunh... yeah... I? I think so?" The girl's voice was faint and Brent leaned closer to hear. "Can yuh go faster, Johnny. Like yuh do with yer hand."
"Yeh yeh yeh," the boy panted as he speeded up. But, after the teasing strokes of the girl's hand, earlier, the tight, squishy clasp of her immature vagina, the fourteen-year-old boy was losing control.
Brent watched as his young charges fucked. Mindy's short, plump legs flopped loosely and she was squirming under her brother. Her hands gripped his bare buns as she panted in a childish entreaty, "Harder, Johnny... deeper... more... push... push!"
"Hunnghh!" Johnny uttered a grunt and he pushed hard as he exploded into his little sister's freshly deflowered, young cunt. And then he rolled off.
"Awww Tommyyy." Mindy whined. "Why'dja stop. I wuz gonna cum?"
"Sorry, Sis. I couldn't hold it. Next time I'll do it longer."
"Yeah, but can'cha do it just fer a minute?"
"I gotta go. Brent'll be home any time now."
"Yer s'posed to call him Uncle Brent."
"He doesn't act much older'n me. I ain't callin' him Uncle."
Brent quickly slipped past the door and into his own room and stood there, his cock erect and throbbing as he heard Johnny go down the stairs and out the door. God, she was a sexy, little girl. It was hard to believe. He opened his fly to release his erection, almost nine, thick inches. Could his little niece take it? Would she? He tried to force the obscene thought from his mind but the image of her hard, young tits and her fat, nearly hairless pussy was firmly fixed in his mind. Deeper, she'd said. More, she'd asked for. Brent turned as he managed to stuff his tool back in his pants.
"Oh! Uncle Brent! Oh!" Mindy quickly removed her hand from where she'd been massaging her cum-sodden pussy and scrambled to pull a cover over her nakedness.
"I saw it all, Mindy," Brent said as he sat on the bed beside his frightened little niece. "And no matter what Nettie says, it won't make these grow bigger or quicker." Brent pulled the sheet aside and squeezed one of her firm, resilient tit-mounds. Glancing down at the pink-slitted mound that bulged up at the apex of her closed thighs he saw a bloodstain. "Was that the first time you went all the way?"
"Uh, yeah, but?" the youngster replied nervously, "Are yuh gonna tell Mom what you saw? 'Bout me'n Johnny?" Mindy's big, blue eyes flooded with tears as she imagined her mother's anger when she found out.
"I really ought to, Mindy. And, in a way, it's my fault too because I left you guys alone too much." Brent rubbed his palm over his niece's upthrust nipples, the twin projections looking like pencil erasers atop her blossoming, young breasts. "I guess if I was Johnny and I had a little sister as sexy as you, I'd have done the same thing, though. I don't know what to do?"
"Mom'll be awful mad if she finds out, Uncle Brent. I'm scairt. Can yuh? Like? Do yuh hafta tell her?" The youngter's gaze alternated from her uncle's face to the clearly discernible bulge in his pants. Did he want to do it to her like Johnny had? Even if he was a grown man? If he did it, then he wouldn't be able to tell on her, would he? With a brazenless that belied her twelve years, she took his hand and pulled it down to the still throbbing fleshiness of her newly devirginated sex. "Would you like to? You know? Do it to me like Johnny done?" she asked, timidly.
The girl's puffy cuntflesh was soft to his touch and greasy with the mixture of her brother's gism and her own oily lubrication. "You don't know what you're saying, Mindy." Brent's voice was choked with lust. "You're just a child. A little girl. And you're my niece."
"Why're yuh like that, then, Uncle Brent?" Mindy brushed her hand across the prominent bulge of his crotch. "I think you wanta do it. You do, don'cha!" she said accusingly. Her little hand closed over the prominence and gave it a tentative squeeze.
"Oh God, Mindy? You don't know what you're doing to me." Brent unzipped his fly and saw the little girl's eyes widen in awe as he bared his tool.
"Oh, Golly, Uncle Brent! You're so big!" the girl exclaimed as, almost reverently, she touched the thickly veined, hard staff. "Can I? Like? Just use my hand like I alluz did for Johnny 'til today? I can make you shoot that way."
"Uh, maybe? I shouldn't,... but..." Brent played with the girl's soft, slippery labia and, as her finger caressed his tool, she opened her short legs wider and pushed her hairless, young quim up against his hand.
"Yer gonna make me cum, too, ain'cha Uncle Brent?" Mindy panted and her round hips began to squirm sensuously as her juvenile libido became aroused.
"I shouldn't be doing this" the man gasped as his little niece's hands stroked his thickly throbbing organ. He gently mauled her pliant tit-mounds, tweaking the nipples while he fingered her smooth, soft cuntflesh. The youngster's breathing was shallow and rapid and she was squirming and twisting and obviously on the verge of orgasm.
"Hanh... annh... hanh," she panted as Brent worked his pants down, removing her hand from his penis and, still fingering her pulsing pussy, he knelt over her loosely writhing young body, kneeing her legs wider apart. "Hanh? Annh? Uncle Brent? Yer not gonna put it in are you?" the girl gasped in alarm. "It's hanh too big... annh... ain't it?" and she became suddenly immobile and lay, open and defenseless beneath him.
"It'll fit, Mindy. You'll like it," he choked as he brought the bulbous knob up against her tender vulval flesh. "Remember how you wanted more when Johnny did it?" The slippery, pulpy flesh parted and the plum-sized head of his cock was suddenly gripped in the tight, delicious clasp of her soft, elastic cuntmouth.
The girl's hands reached down to grasp the thick, hard fleshpole but, despite her apprehension, she made no effort to divert it from its inevitable course up into her underaged, little body. She could feel a tremendous pressure as her uncle's organ stretched her narrow, once fucked orifice much more than her brother's prick had done only a short while before but the pressure was accompanied by a delightfully hot tingling that added to her desire. Her belly bulged out as she tensed for the invasion that was about to happen and her thighs instinctively closed to grip the man's thighs in a warm clasp.
"Hannh? Easy, Uncle Brent? I'm kinda scairt?" she whimpered as she felt and saw the huge fleshpole move inward with short, careful strokes. "I feel kinda stuffed."
Brent loved the special, unique delight of a little-girl cunt. It was as if a soft, fleshy, circular vise was surrounding his cock with an almost painful grip. Aided no doubt by the extra lubrication from his nephew's earlier sojourn into this same juvenile sex-well and, as well, by the demolition of her hymeneal barrier, his thick cock slid with ease into the greased passage. Four inches, anyway.
Stuffed was an understatement. Mindy could no longer observe the progress of her ravishment as her uncle's hips lowered closer to hers but she could feel it. It didn't hurt. Not really. There was no shot of pain such as she'd experienced half an hour ago when her brother broke her cherry. The dilation of her underaged channel, however, gave her a feeling of fullness, as if she was being expanded and stretched which, of course, she was. Hot little thrills and tingles grew with each short-thrusting advance into her juvenile cunt and she wondered if it would all go in.
Brent savoured the vise-like tightness of his niece's sheath. As he progressed deeper and deeper, expanding the once-fucked passage and smoothing its fine corrugations, he watched her face for signs that he was hurting her but, except for a widening of her eyes and drawing back her upper lip from her white teeth in a sexy grimace, she seemed to be handling him with ease. Then, when he was almost buried in her twelve-year-old body, he felt the resistance, the hardness, of her cervix.
"Huunnnggh... Huunnncle Brent," the girl gasped as she was suddenly paralyzed by a different pressure when the man's hard knob pushed at her cervix. "Hanngghh!"she cried out as, with a short, fierce lunge, her uncle rammed the last inch of thick malebone into her immature cuntwell.
It was no longer his twelve-year-old niece beneath him, engulfing his cock. It was an incredible nymph who had swallowed his cock within the delectable tightness of her fuckwell, a woman-child of wondrous delight. He ground against her plump, young hips and she felt something give as he displaced the cushiony tip of her cervix.
"Are you OK, Mindy? Did I hurt you?" The contact of her innermost depths with the sensitive tip of his cock gave a delightful added thrill to the already extreme pleasure of being inside the tightly gripping passage. He could feel the softness of her hairless cuntlips surrounding the base of his cock and he paused to savour the delightful sensations.
"Uhn... no... not 'zackly. Is it all in me, Uncle Brent? All of it?"
"Yes baby... all of it. Gf, it feels good," he gasped as he began to fuck her with short, slow strokes. After the first few digs inside that juvenile and wonderfully narrow love canal it seemed to relax and adjust to the mammoth invader. Mindy lay, arms outflung, legs widely splayed, looking up at her uncle with heavily lidded eyes, her young mind trying to comprehend the sensations that were engulfing her.
Guilt would return later. Now the young man had no thought but for the pleasure he was experiencing. The extreme youth of his partner was no concern and, in fact, added to his enjoyment. Her pretty mouth was twisted in a grimace that, on her childlike face, was incredibly lewd. Her developing breasts jutted up under his belly for she was much shorter than he and her plump, babyfat belly bulged and retracted with each increasingly rapid thrust.
Mindy could feel the man's shaft sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides, then withdrawing only to push in again. With each inward thrust, the thick sex-engine pushed aside the soft, pliant walls of her adolescent vagina and sent jolting waves of undreamed of pleasure rippling through her underaged loins. Her trembling, little body was engulfed by huge sensations of voluptuous pleasure and a frenzied need grew within her.
"Yes... oh yes Uncle Brent... hurry... cumming... yer makin me cum!"
The youngster's frantic, breathless cry added to her Lolita-like sexual appeal and triggered his orgasm. He felt a twitch, a spasming clasping of her tight passage and she uttered a loud, breathless moan, then went limp. Brent hammered the youngster's pneumatic hips as her legs flopped loosely and the milking squeeze of her juvenile channel seemed to draw his balls up into his body.
God! It was fantastic. He was making this cute youngster cum. He was maybe the first ever to give her the thrill of a fuck-made orgasm. She was the ultimate in erotic appeal, her smooth, young face twisted in climax, her small but shapely body jerking spasmodically and her incredibly tight, little-girl cunt massaging his fuckpole like a strongly muscled, squishy hand.
Mindy, as the debilitating thrills of her climax waned, felt a throb, deep inside, the huge thickness that filled her seeming to grow bigger, jerking up inside her. And then she felt something, a wetness, a pressure, as the cuntfilling cockshaft bucked and writhed within the stuffed confines of her inexperienced, immature cunt.
Brent felt the surge, the flow, as he exploded. His sperm spurted with firehose force and lavalike heat into his young niece's body. It was as if her very youth, the lewd obscenity of his incestuous fucking of this underaged nymph, was extracting all of his pent-up semen and he pumped his lecherous seed way up into her small, limply receptive frame. Her plump hips seemed to bounce with each high-pressured jet up into her juvenile fuckwell and this involuntary motion drew yet more of his sperm from his balls to spurt again. He collapsed on her little frame, drained like he'd never been drained before.
"Gawwlyyy, Uncle Brent. That was fab," the youngster sighed when her uncle's weight came down fully atop her, his huge organ still filling her to satiation. "It wasn't like that when Johnny done it. Didja like it, too?"
"h my Gawwd, Mindy. I never felt anything as good as that." What was he going to do? His sister would kill him if she ever found out. But he knew he'd want her again. "This is our secret, Mindy? Don't even tell Johnny."
"Hee hee. I was scairt you'd tell Mom 'bout me'n Johnny. I guess I don't hafta worry 'bout that now. But I won't tell, long as you do it again tomorrow."
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm very sorry." Brent felt sorry too, sorry for
the girl behind the hotel desk. Placing a phone call to
"It's OK. My fault. All my fault." She wasn't beautiful or, as far as he could see, considering her head to foot garb, neither was she at all buxom, but her frightened servility and her shyness punched his lech button.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry." She smiled shyly and her eyes seemed both to look down at the floor and up at him at the same time.
"But it was my fault. Come up to my room and I'll show you how it happened." His invitation was spoken more as a thing to say, to end her obvious embarrassment than in hope that something might develop. After all, she was an Arab girl, a Muslim, and not what he'd call a typical one. Many of them, most perhaps, seemed to be as liberated as their Western cousins.
Brent was into his third scotch, or at least what they sold as scotch in the fraudulently labeled bottle of name brands. It was pretty horrible. He heard a buzz, then another, and he recognized it as the door signal. Who was there? He was wearing shorts and a shirt so he was covered enough for a bellboy so, carefully, he opened the door,
"I'm so sorry, sir? You said I should come up to your room?"
"Yes, but I just meant?. Come in. I don't know your name?" She was pretty, and not all that young. In her mid-twenties, he guessed. But it must be unusual for an Arab girl, especially a Muslim which he guessed she was because of her style of dress, to come alone to a man's hotel room?
"I'm sorry. My name is Alannah." She was dark haired but light-skinned, of medium height and slender. More than that Brent couldn't tell, as he automatically took inventory of her womanly charms, because of her style of dress. And she was sorry again, for the umpteenth time.
"Sit down, Alannah," Brent said softly, his mind whirling with the possibilities she presented. He'd been here for three weeks without the solace of female company. But not her, he reasoned rationally. "I'll show you how I made the mistake."
Alannah was twenty-four and she'd just about given up hope of getting married. Her two younger sisters, both married, were always making snide remarks about her inability to attract a man. She'd have to work. No man wanted her. There was no option. But she'd failed at working, too.
"You don't have to, sir. I should have known." He was a nice man. Why couldn't she find a nice, Arab man, like him? Her sisters laughed at her with knowing looks at each other. 'Alannah needs to be filled, doesn't she. She's empty like we used to be.' And, suggestively, lewdly, they'd cup their hands between their legs.
"Can I offer you a glass of water? Should I call room service for a cup of tea, or coffee?" She was going to make some man happy, Brent mused. Someone who liked his women docile and undemanding.
"Oh no. Nothing. Unless?" If they found out, the hotel staff, that she was here, she'd lose her job for sure. But if Mr. Andrews complained about her mistake, she'd lose her job, too.
"Unless what, Alannah." What was under those neck to ankle clothes?
"I could try what you're having, sir?" Her older brother worked in
"Sure, Alannah," and he added some of his precious ice cubes to a glass and splashed scotch over them. "Have you worked here long?
"Only two days, sir." Yes. He was thinking about complaining. Alannah drained the cold liquid in one long swallow and grimaced as a shudder of distaste shook her but she felt the warmth spread through her belly.
"And you're nervous about it, aren't you?" Brent poured her another drink, a longer one this rime. God, she'd drained the first one like it was water. She wasn't what he'd expected, at all.
"It's my first job, sir. I'm afraid I'm not very good. So when I ruined you phone call? But I think it will be alright."
Timid was not the right description for her. Obeisant, maybe? Whatever the word should be, Brent liked it. He watched her take frequent sips of her second drink and wondered about that. "I'll speak to the manager, Alannah. I'll make sure he knows it was my fault, not yours."
"Oh, sir. Oh thank you. But you don't have to." Alannah took another sip of her drink. It didn't taste as bad now and the warmth was pervading her whole body. She almost relaxed. "I'm so sorry to cause you trouble."
"I thought Muslims didn't drink? Alcohol, that is?"
"I'm not supposed to. But? I only drank once before. You don't mind, do you?" That ring on his finger meant he was married. What was his wife like? Did she serve him he way a woman should serve her man? "Is your wife here with you?"
"No, she isn't. We don't live together any more. Do you have a boyfriend... man friend? Someone special?"
"No, Mr. Andrews." She finally remembered his name. "My sisters are married, but I'm not." And I'm here, all alone with him, in a man's bedroom drinking alcohol. They would be shocked.
"Don't you get warm? I mean, wearing all those clothes on a hot day like this?" How much of the bulge of her bosom was tits, and how much clothes?
"I don't mind, sir. I'm used to it." His wife would be one of those American women who displayed their bodies and tempted good, Arab men. Would she tempt him if she were dressed like an American? "Uh, sir? Could I have one more drink? Just one and then I'll go. I promise. I'm sorry to be such a bother."
"I like being here with you, Alannah. I don't want you to go." Brent got up and poured her another drink, an even stronger one. She was a strange one, he thought.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Andrews. I've never known an American before. I like talking to you, too." Alannah felt unusually relaxed. He was a stranger. A foreigner. She didn't have to be as proper as with another of her own country. Alannah loosened the scarf from her throat and then opened the top of her garment. She was warm.
"That looks more comfortable. Why don't you just take off that robe, or whatever it is?" Brent reached out and found the edge so he could start unwrapping her.
"Oh, sir? Is it all right? Do you think I should?" Was he going to force her to do wifely things for him? Alannah opened her wrap, a shiver of fear, well, almost fear, went through her. "You won't tell, will you?" She smiled in her cute, obeisant way as she let him see her blouse. Did he think it was a pretty blouse?
Brent wasn't looking at the blouse; he was guessing its contents. She wasn't flat chested, that he could tell. "I won't tell if you don't." Her hands were clasped in her lap, her legs close together. She had long legs, he could tell. Could he get between them? Why was she here, anyway?
Alannah got a wild, wicked feeling from exposing herself this way to the American. She tipped her glass up and drained its contents. When she did this, her blouse, which had not been correctly buttoned, gaped open and Brent, sitting beside her, was able to see the valley between her brassiered mounds.
What would she do if he made a pass at her? The question had barely passed through his mind when Brent leaned closer and dropped his hand to the woman's well-covered knee. She stiffened and looked at him strangely. Was it fear? Suspicion? Or, maybe, submissiveness?
The woman couldn't have answered the question, either. As soon as he touched her, she knew she had made a mistake. He was so big she was afraid of him. Was he going to demand that she be like a prostitute? Could she say no to him? She had heard her sister, the youngest one, make loud, excited noises at night in bed with her husband. Once, after it was quiet again, Alannah had peeked into their room and seen that they were both naked. And she'd seen her brother-in-law's organ, like a sausage, hanging between his legs. Was that what he filled her with? Did this man want to fill her?
"You're a lovely woman, Alannah. Why hasn't somebody claimed you as his?" Brent slid his hand higher on her thigh, feeling it quiver under the fabric that covered it.
"Sir? Mr. Andrews? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here? I didn't mean to tempt you."
"Are you sure about that, Alannah? Didn't you maybe have an urge down here to tempt me?"
Alannah almost fainted with embarrassment when the man put his hand on her stomach. No, not on her stomach. Lower down where she was having those strange, disturbing feelings. "Oh no, sir." She looked down shyly, unable to move away, her body tense as a bowstring.
"Well, you do tempt me, Alannah." Brent found the combination to the woman's clothing and began to open her clothes. The robe-like wrapping parted to reveal, under it, only a flimsy undergarment and her brassiere, a well-filled brassiere.
"Oh, please sir? I'm sorry? Won't you let me go? You're a married man?"
"No, Alannah. I think this was meant to happen." Brent's lust was incited by the woman's docile acceptance of his increasingly intimate liberties. "Don't married Arab men sometimes have second wives?"
"Yes, but? Please, sir. I'm sorry." He was going to make her be a wife to him. Not a real wife, but he was going to demand that she do wifely things. She was almost naked. He was taking off her brassiere.
"You are a lovely, beautiful woman, Alannah." She was slender, narrow waisted, almost skinny, but her breasts were full and heavy and, as he pulled away her brassiere, the soft mounds sagged with the loss of support.
"Oh please, sir? If you? If? I would be an outcast? My family would disown me?" She felt a wicked thrill radiate out from her breasts as the man fondled them, a feeling she got when she was sometimes unable to stand the strange hunger in her loins and she sinfully rubbed herself between her legs.
"But they'll never know, Alannah." Brent hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged at them. Naked now, except for these and the beads that hung around her neck and down between her breasts, the young woman lifted herself off the sofa so he could remove the last protection of her modesty. She was distraught. But also she had a churning anticipation of being filled like her sisters hinted at. He was right. Nobody would know? And she was never going to find a husband, anyway?
"Haven't you ever gone out on dates? Haven't men caressed you, excited you before?" The nipple of her breast jutted hard into his palm as he squeezed and milked it's soft fullness and his other hand slid slowly down over her flat stomach to the dark, curly nest between her legs. She closed her thighs, but only for a moment. A gentle pressure from his hand and, like an obedient child, she opened them again.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Andrews. I've never been out with a man. Not alone. Only loose women do that, sir." What was she going to do? There was a fluttering sensation in her belly as the man's fingers approached her most private flesh parts. Could she stop him?
The hair-fringed labia were soft, but dry to his touch. Brent saw the look of fear and apprehension on her pretty face as he worked a finger between the fat fleshrolls. "Come, Alannah. Come into the other room." Her eyes were downcast as he helped her to her feet and, docile and obedient, she let him lead her to the other room.
Was this going to be her marriage bed? Alannah knew, deep down, that it was. She had no hope now of escape from her predicament. Unresistingly, she let him gently push her down on the bed. Submissively she lay on her back and, as his hands pressed on her inner thighs, she obediently spread her legs.
"Are you a virgin, Alannah?" Brent took her hand and guided it down between her widespread legs. "Has anyone ever fucked you?"
"No... Yes... I'm pure, Mr. Andrews. I've saved myself for my husband." He was forcing her hand against her private place and a tingling sensation surged through her slender loins. What was he doing? What was he making her do?
Obedience and submission in his women were not new to Brent. Sometimes it happened only after he'd tamed them with his oversized tool but usually it happened, anyway. But Alannah's submissiveness, her docile obedience, was somehow different. It wasn't from fear or anything related to fear but seemed, rather, to be an ingrained attitude. And he liked it. He could fuck her right now. He knew that. And he was sure she'd accept it uncomplainingly. But, along with submission, he liked passion.
"But you've done this, haven't you? Masturbated?" He felt her fingers begin to move. Yes, she was masturbating. Removing his hand from hers, he concentrated his attentions on the rest of her body, gently mauling her heavy, fleshy tits, stroking her thighs and all over her prone body.
"Some... hunh... sometimes... unnhh... Mr. Andrews." But never like this. Never with a man feeling me all over. Looking at my nakedness. And never had her loins been as warm, her belly churning, as they were now. Then, suddenly, she arched her slender waist, threw back her head and her hand dug roughly into the fluttering flesh of her boiling hot vulva. "Hannnnhhh... annnhhh... hanh... anhh... hannh... annhh,"the woman panted as waves of hot sensation washed over her writhing body and she jerked and squirmed against her hand.
As the woman slumped back, panting breathlessly, Brent slipped out of his shorts. He took Alannah's hand from between her legs, feeling the oily wetness on her fingers, and he brought it between his legs to his hugely throbbing erection.
"Oh! Mr. Andrews! Oh sir!"Alannah cried out in shocked surprise, first at the burning heat of the man's hardness when he pressed her hand to it, and then at the sight of the long, thick, upthrust pole that stuck out from the hairy bush at its base. "Oh, Mr. Andrews? Is that what you're going to fill me with?" It didn't look at all like the limp sausage she'd seen between her brother-in-law's legs. She looked down at her slender body and knew she must be wrong. He'd never get that huge thing inside her.
"Yes, Alannah." Brent's hand was now between her legs. Her pussy seemed fatter now, the lips swollen from excitement, and slippery wet from her masturbation. "I'm going to fill you. To fuck you. You're a beautiful, passionate woman, Alannah and it's time you were fucked."
He was on his knees now, moving above her. Alannah had both hands on the smooth, thickly veined staff, attracted to its threatening hugeness as if by a hard, fleshy magnet. She looked in awe as he moved over her, between her loosely spread legs. And then he was pulling at her legs, bending them, raising her knees.
"Mr. Andrews? Sir? I'll try, but? I don't think it will fit, sir? I'm sorry. It's too big for me. I'm too small." She was a failure again. She couldn't get a husband. Couldn't make a telephone call. And now, when she was about to mate with an infidel, she couldn't even accomplish that.
"You'll be surprised, Alannah. Someday you'll have a baby and if a baby can come out of you there, then this will go in, and much more easily." He looked down lustfully at the young woman, her knees high and widely separated, her breasts flattened by their own weight, the nipples sticking up from the large areola-circles as she lay in docile submission below him.
Alannah's hands fell away from the man's cock as he grasped it and directed it to the mushy nest between her open thighs. Her hips jerked with shock when the hot tip touched her sensitive cuntflesh and she closed her eyes, fearful but resigned to her fate. She was going to be ravished. Her purity destroyed. But she would be filled beyond anything her sisters could imagine, and she gained a perverse satisfaction from that knowledge.
Brent guided the bulbous tip of his prick to the slightly gaping slit of the woman's swollen twat, savouring the hot wetness that engulfed him as he pushed apart the fleshy rolls. In the liquid clasp of Alannah's labia, he thrust smoothly forward to a tighter region where he met the obstruction of her hymen. He looked down at her, seeing her upper lip drawn back from her white teeth, a look of resignation on her pretty face.
It was the end of her life, as she'd known it. Alannah tensed when she felt the expanding pressure in the mouth of her vagina. Would she be permanently injured? Or would she just be permanently a defiled woman. Impure. She held her breath, waiting.
Brent pushed against the barrier and felt it yield. The woman's slender body stiffened as she held her hips still, submitting to her devirgination. The fragile membrane tore around the head of his cock and, as he felt the rush of vestal blood surround him, she uttered a stifled scream and jerked her hips backwards.
"Eeechhh... I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it," Alannah apologized as the hot agony of her defloration shot through her loins and made her squeal like a stuck pig. Was he in her? All the way? And then she knew he wasn't.
The exultant man jogged gently on the tense, submissive woman, probing in farther, moving his prick in and out only an inch or so while she became accustomed to the pressure. He sensed a relaxation, a lessening of her fear and, with slow inward thrusts, he buried inch after cunt-stretching inch of his throbbing tool deeper into her slender body. The hardness of her cervix added to his pleasure as it slid over the sensitive tip of his cock and then he was there, buried to the hilt in her delicious, tight, juicy cunt.
She was filled. Filled beyond belief. The man was in her, stretching her, expanding her, his manhood resting inside somewhere up between her breasts. His weight was on her now, crushing her breasts, his belly molded to hers. And then he was moving.
Brent fucked her with short strokes, keeping most of his cock buried within her, and then he lengthened his plunges until he was giving her eight inch thrusts, withdrawing until only two inches, the thickes two inches were inside, then driving hard to the bottom of her tight sheath.
"Hunh hunh hunh", Alannah's breath gusted out in little grunts each time her womb was battered by the clublike cock. Hunhhunhhunhhunh," her breathing became a panting that was no longer the rhythm of his fucking but her passionately aroused libido taking command. The plunging shaft frictioned the walls of her tightly clasping cunt as it rode over her throbbing clitoris and Alannah's legs, of their own volition, wrapped around him, lifting high and tilting her pelvis so that she was being speared to the innermost depths of her being.
He felt a telltale quiver of the woman's body, despite the fact that she was welded to him already, her legs straining to pull him deeper. The fluid rushed inside him, fought its way to his penis and with a last rush shattered out and up into her writhing channel, inundating it as he jerked uncontrollably against her slender body. Her legs fell away from his hips as he pumped his sperm up into her virgin channel, flooding it until the excess squeezed out between the cock-plugged confines of her spasming sheath to roll slowly out of her vagina between her wide flung legs
Alannah bucked and jerked under the man as her body convulsed in climax. She felt the hugely filling organ buck and jump inside her and then there was wetness as he pumped, with great, surging jets, his heavy, sperm-bearing semen up into the spasming depths of her writhing cunt.
Brent had been on the road for almost two weeks and he had built up a substantial reservoir of lust-liquor. And this delightful virgin's mature receptacle had extracted a heavy load up into her still spasming fuckwell. He lay heavily on top of the compliant woman wondering if he would have a second opportunity.
"Are you all right, Alannah? Are you angry with me?"
"No... I mean yes... I'm all right, Sir. But I have to go before someone knows I'm here." Her seducer rolled off her and she got up, beginning to put her clothes on. "When do you leave, Mr. Andrews? I mean, leave to go home?"
"I'll be here for a few more days, Alannah. Would it be possible for me to take you out to dinner?"
"Oh no Mr. Andrews. I couldn't."
"Will you visit me again here, then?"
"Oh no. I just did something very wrong. It wasn't your fault, Mr. Andrews. I know I caused it. But I would be in serious trouble if anyone ever found out.
Gently Brent held her and bid her goodbye, his organ swelling again as he held her close. Perhaps she would return, he hoped.