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Vengeful Virgin
Sherry’s Satisfaction
Wherein we learn how Sherry copes with Don’s pending marriage to Julie and presents her lover, Tom, with the lovely young virgin, Cindi.
Autumn had arrived and with it, a new school year. Sherry missed her friend Julie who had moved away with her brother in law and soon to be husband. Joan had moved away also but to a different location.
Sherry
was pleased with the outcome of her revenge on her father. She was sure that he had stopped his
unfaithful behaviour and she couldn’t help but notice the change in her
mother. The formerly timid and somewhat
dour woman virtually glowed and was always smiling and acting very happy. Although it embarrassed her to think of her
parents in the sexual act, Sherry was sure that her mother’s happiness was the
result of her father’s undivided attentions.
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“Oh God Tom…that was so good.” Sherry lay spread-eagled under the older boy as he dismounted, withdrawing the huge dildo from her sated sex. She’d stolen it after she’d used it in Julie and now, for more than three months, Tom had been using it on her. In her.
They didn’t exactly have a romantic relationship but rather one of mutual satisfaction. At first it had been the usual boy-girl thing. They kissed and fondled one another and, on most of their dates, ended up having sexual intercourse. But Sherry had been long-cocked twice by Don and Tom’s average sized equipment didn’t give the thirteen-year-old girl exactly what she wanted. He hadn’t been too keen on the idea of strapping on the dildo but, with a little persuasion, he’d agreed to try it.
Tom was enjoying the girl’s freely offered favors but the huge dildo made him feel inadequate at first. Nonetheless, he discovered the first time when he fucked her with the hollow, artificial cock that her response had a salacious effect and it gave him an obscene pleasure. They’d settled into a pattern. He would fuck her first with his own six-inch-plus tool and then after he went off he would strap on the dildo and ride her until she could take no more. By then he would be so swollen and hard that the dildo was a too-tight fit and his cock would be sore but that may have enhanced his pleasure in the action that followed.
By the time the slender, firm-titted blonde was sated, her noisy response and the writhing of her pneumatic frame against his had recharged his desire-batteries. He would mount her limp body again and he found that, after taking the long, thick pseudo-cock, she was not loosened as he had expected her to be. The frictioning titillation of her cuntwalls by the mammoth shaft seemed to make them swell so that she was effectively tighter after than before. She was on the pill and he was sure he was her only lover so he did not have to put up with the sensation-dulling nuisance of a condom.
“What do you mean, Sherry? How?” Tom began to fuck his girlfriend with slow thrusts, savouring the softly clasping grip of her engorged cuntwalls.
“Well…like…you’re filling me with that big imitation and
it makes me wild, but…like…I bet you’d like it better if I was…if I fit
closer?”
“It’s good, Sherry.
You feel good to me.”
“Have you ever been first? I mean, with a virgin?”
“Uh…no…but?” Tom was a bit embarrassed to have to admit this; especially to a girl as young as Sherry and he ground against her firm hips, pushing in as far as his cock could reach.
“I’d rather have you, darling,” he lied for the thought of being first with a girl was often on his mind.
“But wouldn’t it
be? Like? Sort of special to be a girl’s first ever
lover? And she’d be tighter than me,
too?”
“Uh, sure, I guess
so?” Why was she asking this? “But you’re great, Sherry. I like you a lot.”
Sherry’s question
had not exactly come out of the blue.
Little Cindi Carter was two years younger than her obese sister, Eileen
and, although she was a plump little thing, she was not at all obese like her
older sister. She’d found out from
Eileen what had happened with Reverend Gibson and, wanting to impress the older
girl, Sherry, with her sophistication, she’d talked about it to her. In a way the little girl had gloated, as if
saying that the minister was just an ordinary, cheating husband, nothing
special. Sherry had not been pleased but
she didn’t show it. Instead she acted as
if Cindi was her peer.
It had taken a
while but Sherry had come up with a plot that would, she believed, diminish the
twelve-year-old girl’s sense of self-importance and get back at Eileen. In a twisted way Sherry blamed the corpulent
teen for her father’s transgression.
Cindi wanted to say
no when Sherry offered to share her boyfriend, Tom but pride wouldn’t permit
it. She felt flattered, too. He was a lot older and so good-looking. Would he think she was just a little
kid? But she still wasn’t sure that she
wanted to go all the way.
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Reverend Gibson was
out of town on a Retreat and Sherry brought her young friend to his office
where she and Tom occasionally made out.
Tom was already there, waiting for Sherry’s sacrificial offering. Sherry led Cindi to the futon where she sat down
nervously beside the big, older boy.
“God, Cindi.
You’re lovely.” Tom felt an immediate stirring in his groin
as he looked at the little twelve-year-old girl. She was short, quite a bit less than five
feet tall and her lovely, young breasts were sticking right out in front of her
sweater, all round and trim and plump, and just the right size to fit into one
of his hands. The
grapefruit sized tits looked especially large on her small frame and her hips
and legs were plump and shapely.
“Uh, maybe I better
just watch you guys?” Cindi had flushed with pleasure at the boy’s
compliment but she was suddenly afraid.
“No Cindi. I have to do some things in the
storeroom. You two can stay here and get
to know one another better.” Sherry left the two of them alone and went
into the adjoining room from where she and Julie had spied on her father.
As Sherry went
out the door Tom’s arm went around the little girl’s waist and he drew her
closer.
Cindi tensed but
then the boy’s mouth was on hers and she felt small and helpless. His lips moved gently on hers, his tongue flicking
hotly, pushing, and forcing its way into her mouth. She pushed weakly at him but she felt funny,
little flutterings in her belly as he continued the kiss. Oh God, she thought. I’m being French-kissed, and it gave her a
feeling of maturity. For a couple of
minutes the kiss continued as the boy held her close and a
pleasant warmth suffused her juvenile loins.
Tom’s arm had
slacked around the youngster’s waist as they kissed. Now he tightened his grip,
pulling her close to him with a powerful twist of his wrist. He dropped his
hand to her knee, and then began to trace the length of her thigh, teasingly.
His fingers slipped around to the smooth, soft skin of the inner surface,
traced that once again.
Once more, a
little thrill of involuntary, unwanted pleasure raced through her blood. Gosh, what was happening to her? Whatever it
was she was sure that her parents would disapprove of it!
"Please don’t, Tom...”
"Why,
baby?"
"Because," Cindi said,
suddenly having second thoughts about what they were doing, "it's not
right...”
"We're
friends aren't we, Cindi?" Tom asked, although he hardly knew the little
girl.
She nodded,
thinking about it. "Yes," she said at last.
"Well, what are friends for if they don't
show affection for one another? I'm just trying to show you how much I like
you, Cindi. I really want to show you…"
"I don't
think..." Cindi was definitely getting scared.
"Get close
to me!" His voice was cold now, the boyish grin was long gone and his eyes
looked demanding and scary. They sent a cold chill through the young girl’s
blood.
Cindi shook her
head. "I want to go home!"
Tom, please let me go home!"
Even though Eileen had done it, she was fourteen. Cindi was scared.
Tom shook his
head. "Don't be silly." His arm tightened around her and he
pulled her up against him, crushing her full young breasts against his chest.
Suddenly, his hot, hungry mouth was again fastened demandingly over her moist
lips, his tongue darting out to force them open, to push its way past her
clenched teeth and into the soft warm cavern. She struggled against him,
gasping for breath, close to suffocating as his tongue brushed almost against
her throat.
The
twelve-year-old youngster squirmed and writhed against him, and then with a
desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for
breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. She
brushed them away angrily and slid away from him.
From her vantage
point in the adjoining room Sherry watched intently. Was the little girl going to fight? Would Tom force her, rape her, if he had
to? An obscene thrill shot through her
loins.
"What are
you afraid of?"
"I'm not
sure," Cindi answered truthfully.
Would Eileen be impressed if she was able to tell her that this big,
handsome boy had made love to her?
"What do you
think I'm going to do to you?"
“Uh? You
know? I’m not sure?”
"I'm not
going to do anything you don't want me to," Tom said staring
at her with lust-filled eyes.
With a quick
movement, Tom grasped her by the shoulder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
A moment later, his other hand slipped up under the front of her sweater and
then edged its way under the sheer fabric of her little bra. Cupping the snowy
mound of her ripe young breast, he began to massage it with a teasing circular
motion.
Cindi arched
backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and a little shock of
unexpected pleasure whipped through her blood.
"Don't," she pleaded helplessly, but Tom ignored her
pleas, pinching the tender button of one ruby nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.
"How's that?" he asked. “Does
it feel good?”
Cindi, fighting
to hold back the tears that welled up, clamped her lips tight shut, refusing to
answer.
This time the
girl managed to stammer. "Yes ...it feels good but…!"
"And you'll
like it better with your clothes off." Tom
pulled the zipper of her skirt down while he pulled her sweater up and
off. In his mounting excitement, he let
his hands roam over her back, bare now from the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra.
"Take this
off," he said commandingly.
Submissively,
Cindi tried to reach behind her, to unhook the tiny clasps that held the wisp
of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-stiffened fingers. "I... I can't," she whimpered,
as the bit of cloth seemed to slide from her hand.
"Then I
will," Tom said. His fingers worked
expertly at the fastening until suddenly it snapped apart and her full young
breasts fell free. With a little grunt, he pulled the skimpy brassiere from
around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it onto the floor.
Cindi gasped as a
rush of cool air swept across her trembling breasts, now completely exposed to
the older boy beside her. Then she felt his two hands cup them, enclosing them
hotly, while he squeezed and kneaded them, making her nipples hard and upright.
He rubbed the two tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new
wave of delicious excitement surging through her still resisting body, making
her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.
Tom bent forward,
now and his mouth closed over one taut, fat nipple. He began to suck on it with
tantalizing delicacy, swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little
mound. The pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, now, his
teeth nipping gently at the tender flesh.
For Tom it was a
new experience. Apart from a few
fumbling and unsuccessful attempts at seducing girls his experience had been
with the older woman Joan and now, Sherry.
And both of them had been the aggressors. This ripe youngster’s reluctance and timidity
were giving him a real rush and he wondered how far he could get with her.
"No ... don't ... stop it!" the youngster
whimpered. She had to stop him. She was too young for this. And yet little flashes of wanton desire began
to rip through her body, making her tingle and tremble with expectation. Her
body seemed to come alive, to take fire with the new and thrilling sensation it
was being subjected to, and she moaned aloud in her distress. "No ...
Tom ...stop," she whimpered again, making a
final effort to push the big boy away from her quivering body. And then she sat still while Tom trailed his
tongue down the narrow valley between the youthfully swelling mounds of her
breasts, then fastened his mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into
throbbing hardness.
His hands began
to trace the smooth length of her bare midriff, down to the top of her nylon
panties and back again. Suddenly, with a quick impatient gesture, he hooked his
fingers into the narrow elastic waistband at the top of her little panties,
stretching the flimsy material wide to let his hand slip down beneath it. It crawled down over her plump little belly
to smooth, fleshy bulge at the base of it, and then probed teasingly at the
warm, narrow slit that led to her vagina.
His hand trailed along the narrow crevice there, then slipped around
beneath her to cup one firmly rounded ass-cheek.
As abruptly as he
had slipped his hand beneath her panties, Tom withdrew it. And then, with a
swift movement, he lifted her buttocks from futon with one hand, while his
other slid her bunched and crinkled skirt beneath her, pulling it down over the
full curves of her thighs, down over her slim legs and ankles to the
floor. With another swift movement, he
grasped the tight waistband of her panties, peeled them down to the half-moons
of her buttocks now grinding desperately down into the futon. "Lift up," he ordered,
trying again to slip his hand beneath her.
But Cindi only stared at him wide-eyed, mesmerized at the idea of being
stripped of her clothes in this way, of having her naked body exposed to the
boy’s lewd gaze.
Again Tom's hand
trailed across the soft smooth skin of her belly, down to the smooth, hairless
bulge between her legs. She held her breath as his middle finger teased
thrillingly at the warm, slit there and her body responded with a seeping, oily
effusion. Tom’s finger then slipped
along the cleft until it found the tiny, throbbing bud of her clitoris.
The unaccustomed
touch sent wild shocks of maddening pleasure whipping up and down the little
girl’s spine, while her brain reeled with apprehension at what was
happening. It was scary. And yet it was wonderful, too, and she
writhed with pleasure from the boy’s intimate touch. She longed to fight off this frightening
assault that Tom was subjecting her and yet she was powerless under the
overwhelming sexual stimulation.
The little girl
moaned helplessly as Tom’s hand slipped down farther, parting the soft,
quivering lips of her underaged vulva.
Suddenly, he found the hot, wet opening there and plunged his middle
finger deep into it until its further ingress was blocked by the symbol of her
innocence, her hymen, and an anguished sob sounded from her lips.
Oh God, yes, Tom
exulted. This lovely, little girl was a
virgin. He was almost sick with desire
now, his lust for her young body hugely enhanced by the thought of breaking her
cherry.
He wriggled his
finger in the mouth of Cindi’s vagina, imagining how the softly clinging flesh
would feel around his cock. He worked a
second finger into her, spreading the smooth labia apart and stretching the
elastic opening. She moaned again and he felt the moisture from her juvenile
cunt seeping down, making a dark little damp patch on the futon. Cindi closed her eyes, sitting motionless as
the boy finger-fucked her, sending little waves of fire lapping at her
trembling body. She had to stop him but
there was a vast yearning in her belly.
She didn’t want him to stop. Not
yet.
Cindi began to
rock back and forth on Tom’s lewdly impaling fingers, oblivious to everything
now but the waves of pleasure that crashed through her, the sharp little
pinpricks of ecstatic delight that seemed to explode in her veins. She heard
the metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down, and opened her eyes to see Tom
slither out of his own clothes.
"Oooooh!" the young girl
squealed as Tom’s finger pushed at the hymeneal barrier of her nakedly spread,
virginal pussy!
Tom pushed the
little girl down so that she was lying, naked and defenseless, on the
futon. He grasped his thick, rigid cock
between his thumb and forefinger as it sprang to freedom and guided it closer
to her hairless, young pussy.
"Open your legs!" he hissed above her, pulling the
foreskin back over the thick shaft jutting out from his loins.
A little cry
escaped Cindi's lips and a sudden shudder shook her body. Oh no!
He was planning to shove that huge, throbbing thing into the narrow
passage of her vagina. No! No! She couldn't let him do that. It was bad enough that
he had thrust his finger into her virginal little cunt. That was scary enough!
But this ... no! She was too small…too
young for that.
She stared in
horror as the thick blood-engorged rod of his cock closed in one her
defenseless sex. Oh, dear Lord! It was
monstrous. He would split her in half. He would kill her! She could never take
it. Never in this
world.
"Spread your
legs!" he ordered again.
"No!" she cried,
suddenly twisting and squirming. She had to stop him. He withdrew his finger from her soft moist
vagina with a wet sucking sound, and the girl instinctively clamped her legs
together. "NO!" she screamed
again, half sliding along the futon in an effort to escape her assailant. But she didn’t try to push him away. Somehow the sight of the boy’s cock paralyzed
her into timid inactivity.
He reached out
and seized her by the legs, prying them apart until her legs were splayed
out. Seizing her ankles now, Tom spread
her thighs even farther apart while Cindi moaned in fear. Then he turned his own body so that he half
knelt above her. Once more he took his
thick cock between his fingers, once more massaged the rigid pole of flesh
lewdly. Then he guided it slowly and deliberately into the moist pink folds of
her cunt, parting her soft, fat cuntlips with the large bulbous head.
Instead of
feeling like she should rush out and help the little girl who was about to be
fucked, willing or not, by the big, teenaged boy, Sherry was silently urging
him on. She felt like she had a balloon
between her legs, her pussy was so swollen with desire and she reached up under
her skirt to seek solace from the ache in her loins. Hurry, she thought. Hurry up and break her cherry!
Cindi whimpered
as the hot, slick hardness brushed against the fleshy lips of her cunt, then slowly burrowed into the warm, moist channel. Eyes wide
with fright she looked down. It was mammoth! Even bigger
than she had thought! She could not possibly take it! Not in a million years!
Tom pushed the
rigid pole of flesh forward, bringing little gurgling noises from her tortured
lips and then she felt it begin its slow prodding progress into her hot
throbbing passage. There was a great
stretching feeling in her loins as the large bulbous head of his lust-hardened
cock parted her fat, hairless cuntlips and he pressed forward against the
elastic throbbings of her underaged cunt.
His ingress was halted by the same barrier that had stopped his finger
from entering her little honeypot and Tom paused to look at the pretty
youngster spread out so delightfully beneath him. Oh God!
She was cherry. He was going to be
the first.
Little Cindi bit
her full, lower lip and her eyes squinted in a grimace of pain as she felt the
aching pressure that seemed to be consuming her whole lower body. Her plump, round hips rotated downward in a
futile attempt to evade the certain invasion of her twelve year old cunt and
she uttered a soft moan.
He pressed
forward again, and suddenly the tight little virginal maidenhead gave way and
the blood-congested head of his cock slipped wetly up inside with a quick,
rushing sound. He pressed forward again,
flexing his buttocks with all his strength and the heavy shaft of flesh speared
deeply into the little girl's slowly yielding cunt like a battering ram,
pushing the unresisting waves of moist flesh before it until his pelvis smacked
against the smooth, naked plain of her pelvis while his balls slapped lewdly
into the wet crevice of her buttocks.
“Yeeeech!” Cindy squealed as
she felt Tom’s virile, young penis crash deep inside her, filling her whole
belly with its hardness. “Nyaannhhh!”
Tom sank his
blunt, throbbing member in to the hilt, and then withdrew it almost to the tip.
He looked down at the naked schoolgirl, offered up to him like a young goddess
sacrificed in some pagan rites and an expression of lewd joy spread across his
face. Her vagina was gripping him like a
squeezing, velvet hand and he felt a huge triumph to have this kid thrashing
beneath him, while he skewered relentlessly up into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep
inside her giving way as he thrust forward mercilessly, fucking in and out now
in a steady, quickening rhythm.
Memories of her
own devirgination flooded Sherry’s brain with vivid images and her oft-plumbed
vagina ached with need. She wished it
could have been she who was initiating the cute juvenile with the dildo that
had so often been in her own fuckwell.
The
lust-inflamed teen pistoned in and out, his rock-hard penis sinking into the
hilt on each forward thrust. He rammed
his thickly pulsing cock hard in and out now, quickening his strokes, and
lengthening them, too, until he could feel his penis crash against the smooth
cushion-tip of her cervix, then withdrawing it almost to the tip, to send it
hurtling in again. He was breathing heavily as he slaved above her, and then he
felt the boiling sperm building up in his lust-bloated balls.
At first she’d
felt only a searing pain and then a feeling of being stretched, distended,
split wide open but, as the invading shaft frictioned the walls of her vagina
and slid over her swollen clit, the discomfort became heat, a burning,
belly-filling heat. There was an urgency about it and she gasped and whimpered and sobbed
as she writhed beneath the big boy.
Sherry was
whimpering too. Her fingers were digging
into her wetly swollen sex and her hips writhed with need. The sight of the shapely, little girl
wriggling like a speared fish with Tom’s hard cock reaming her deflowered cunt
made the watching girl almost mad with passion.
And then, as his
sperm-bloated eggs bumped the girl’s ass cheeks he felt her rise to meet his
thrusts, her pelvis up against his, gyrating her hips, thrusts screwing her
pelvis up against his, turning and twisting on his impaling rod. He began to quicken his strokes even more, fucking
in and out relentlessly, plunging his piston-like cock deep up inside her until
the huge bulbous head grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix. God, he loved this. Her underaged cunt was gripping him in a way
that Sherry’s never did, not even when it was swelled after being dildo-fucked.
The smooth
velvet-like folds of Cindi's vagina held him until he couldn't stand it any
longer. The burning in his loins had increased unbearably; the ache in his
balls was driving him out of his mind. He had to cum and he had to cum now! He looked
down at the child's passion-contorted face, heard her own little screams of
uncontrolled passion, and felt a sudden rush of warm wet fluid seep from her
cuntal walls. And then the thick white liquid boiling in his sperm-bloated
balls shot forward, shot the length of his penis to spurt in rolling waves deep
in her writhing young belly and as he grunted in his ultimate pleasure, he
heard her wordless cry ringing in his ears.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhh ... Oooooh ... “
The little girl
thrashed in wild abandon beneath him in the ecstasy of her own male induced
orgasm, the tiny muscles of her distended sheath milking the boy’s viscous
sperm up into the deepest reaches of her underaged passage. And then she at last lay back, limp and
exhausted, her legs splayed out to the sides like those of a rag doll. The fat,
bulging mound of her cunt was open, the narrow slit of her vagina exposed
nakedly to view, while little rivulets of sperm seeped down between her thighs.
Tom pulled himself from her spent body, gasping for breath himself,
feeling drained as much as when Ms. Barnes had sucked him off. “Are you OK, Cindi?” Looking at her pretty, round face, her
red lips gaping as she regained her breath, he felt guilty.
Tom didn’t have time to dwell on any guilt that he felt, however. Nor did the deflowered youngster have time to
think of an answer to the boy’s solicitous question. Suddenly Sherry was beside them, stripping
off her own clothes and holding in her hand an odd-looking, large device.
“Oh God, Tom! I gotta have it!” the older girl
gasped as she prodded Tom with whatever she had in her hand.
Little Cindi looked on in shocked amazement as the big, teen boy, his
penis now drooping and non-threatening, got to his feet and strapped the strange
device around his hips. The
twelve-year-old youngster couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Tom suddenly had a huge cock, bigger by far
than the instrument of her devirgination.
What was he going to do?
“Move over, Cindi,” Sherry said roughly as she pushed the little girl
to the side and sprawled, legs spread wide, beside her. “Hurry Tom! Oh God, hurry,” the older girl moaned as
she reached out to the big teen boy.
The first-fucked, twelve year old girl watched, her eyes bugging put in
shock as Tom mounted Sherry’s leg-spread frame and with a fierce plunge buried
the huge pseudo-cock up to its plastic hilt in the girl’s body.
“Oohhh Yeesss Tom! Fuck me!” Sherry moaned
and her long legs rose to wrap around the boy’s hips. The sight of her older friend being skewered
by the monstrous dildo sent little, hot thrills through Cindi’s inexperienced
loins and she watched with shining eyes as Tom pumped slowly and deeply in her
new friend’s cunt.
“Oh God, yes, Tom! I never got so hot before. Was she good? Did you like breaking her cherry?”
“Yeah…Oohhh yeah, Sherry,” the boy grunted ambiguously. He looked over at the youngster beside them
and, as he saw her plump hips squirm in time with his thrusts, he felt a
renewal of his lust. He pounded Sherry’s
firm hips with merciless, deep-plunging jabs as she writhed and wriggled under
him, her fingernails scratching his buttocks with painful digs as she pulled
him hard into her.
It didn’t last long. The older
girl had been close to orgasm from her own fingers as she’d watched her lover
break in the nubile, twelve year old youngster and now, as the hard, slick
shaft reamed her steamy twat, she felt the exploding heat of climax envelop
her.
“Yunh. . .Hunh. . .Yunh. . .Hunh. . ,” she chanted as
she wrapped arms and legs around the boy’s firm frame. Her lithe hips suddenly arched up and she
uttered a long, throaty wail as she was engulfed by a momentous climax.
Tom’s virile, teenaged cock was again in full erection and as soon as
the girl beneath him slumped down, gasping and panting in the aftermath of her
orgasm, he dismounted and stripped off the strap-on dildo.
“No. . .Oh? Tom?” Cindi whimpered as the boy was suddenly on top of
her again. “Haannhhh!” she moaned
as he drove his cock hilt-deep into her cum-flooded passage. Thank God he’s not using that other monstrous
thing the little girl thought as her juvenile sheath was expanded for only its
second time and the boy began to hammer her plump, young hips with deep-thrusting,
rapid strokes.
God she was tight. Tom hooked
his elbows under her short legs and raised them so that her knees were beside
her upthrust breasts. He got his hands
under the pliant globes of her ass and pulled her close so that each fierce
inward plunge brought the tip of his cock into contact with her cervix, sending
added sensations coursing through the little twelve year old girl’s belly.
“Yes Tom…give it to her!” Sherry gasped, getting a perverse thrill from seeing the proud youngster pinned and penetrated by Tom’s virile staff. “Next time you can fuck her with the big one,” she added, wondering how the young girl would react to being filled that way.
At that moment Tom felt like he was a foot long. With little Cindi spread open as she was with her legs doubled up over her lush, fat tits, her pelvis tilted high by her defenseless position, he was driving deep. Each time he pushed to the bottom her felt the give of her cervix against the tip of his tool and, welded to her fleshy hips, he swiveled and ground against her, his thick man—meat spiraling inside her juvenile passage.
“Hunngghh’. . Hunnhh. . Hunngghh . . .Unngh,” the girl grunted and gasped. To her also it felt like the boy was huge, the hot, hard cock spearing right up into her belly. His pubic bone ground against her throbbing clitoris and, already aroused by watching Tom plough Sherry with the huge dildo, a second climax came rushing through her twelve-year-old loins.
“Oh yes Tom…that’s it!” Sherry exclaimed as she saw
the pretty girl’s eyes roll back and the red gash of her mouth twist in the
unmistakable expression of orgasm. “She’s
cumming! Go in her lover! Give it to her!”
Tom needed no
encouragement. His balls felt like
aching balloons as they bounced and slid in the wet crack of the young girl’s
ass and he felt the sudden twitch of her tightly grasping, soft-fleshed
channel. It seemed to come right from
his heels as he drove bruisingly hard with short, cunt-plumbing jabs and his
sperm gushed and jetted forcibly up into the little girl’s womb. He groaned in ecstasy as he discharged into
her, feeling the already gism-flooded well become even wetter, the viscous lava
extruding through the narrow annulus between her cock-stretched vagina and his
thick, bucking pole.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” The little girl uttered short, sharp,
panting whimpers as the sensations washed over her and her short frame jerked
and jittered to the limited extent possible, pinioned as she was by the boy’s
big body and deeply buried tool.
For perhaps a
minute Tom remained inside the twelve year old girl’s flooded passage, his
drained cock giving an occasional jump, her sodden sheath making little
post-orgasmic twitches as their breathing returned to normal. Then with a sigh of contentment, he rolled
off the little girl’s body and her short legs flopped loosely down.
“What do you think,
Cindi?” Sherry asked as she
reached over to cup the hairless wetness between the girl’s legs. “Will
you want to do this again?” Damn!
She’d love to see that little minx split with that dildo. Love to do it herself, in fact.
“Uh…Yeah…I guess
so?” But right then little Cindi was too worn out, physically and
emotionally, the really know what she wanted.
Sherry, however,
knew well what she wanted and how to get it.
She would share with Cindi and with others and continue to search for
someone equipped like Don.
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