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Vengeful Virgin
Chastity Preserved
Wherein a fifteen-year-old Julie, preserves her precious chastity by giving her boyfriend a handjob.
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“No...Please stop…don’t,” Julie
whimpered in protest, clamping her thighs close together and pushing Tom’s
hands away from her legs and breasts. “I
can’t…you promised to be good…don’t.”
They’d been kissing, hot, wet, tongue meshing kisses ever since they got to her sister’s house after school, half an hour ago. Despite her protests that now bordered on tears, Julie’s adolescent loins were churning with desire and she didn’t dare let her seventeen year old boyfriend touch her in any of the forbidden places. She didn’t trust him and didn’t even trust herself.
“But Julie? Why not?
Just let me touch you…feel you…please?”
“No Tom…you know I can’t…and Sis might come home.” What would it feel like to have him touch
her there? To make her cum like she
would, herself, after he left? But she
didn’t dare. She knew how her own
fingers made her feel and if he did it, she might not be able to make him stop
before he went all the way. And that
couldn’t happen. She’d burn in Hell if
she gave in to him before they were married.
Or she’d get pregnant like Jennifer had.
“We have to stop…you have to go.”
“But Julie…I’m hurting…I’m in awful pain.” Damn! He couldn’t get beyond kissing with this beautiful girl. She was only fifteen but she had tits like big cannonballs and she wouldn’t let him feel them under her clothes. He could tell she was hot, too, but she had made some stupid promise to her older sister and he couldn’t get past first base with her.
“I’m sorry, Tom…we’ll have to stop…like…kissing and
stuff…I know it’s awful for you.”
“Please Julie…just one more time?” and the horny teen pushed her hand down to his groin. A handjob from her was better than jerking off. She’d said she wouldn’t do it again but she’d said that before, too.
“Oh Tom…I shouldn’t?
It’s not right?” but her fingers fumbled with his belt and then he
was pushing his jeans and undershorts down, freeing his hard, young cock. “Just this once, Tom,” Julie mumbled
as her warm hands touched the rock-hard, white cylinder. “But you have to promise not to ask me
again.”
The hot-blooded, young virgin got a special thrill from giving her boyfriend relief this way but, in spite of what Reverend Gibson had told her, she felt guilty about it. It was almost as if she was letting him go all the way with her. Later today, when she masturbated, she would imagine what it would feel like next year, after they were married and he put it inside her hungry, pulsating pussy. But Joan had made her swear on the bible that she would remain virgin until she got married. That was the condition on which she insisted before she let her come there to live, three months ago.
“I promise, Julie…I’ll try not to…Oh God, darling, I hurt.” Tom slumped back against the sofa cushions and pushed his hips forward, watching as the beautiful girl gently fondled his cock. He looked lustfully at her red, full-lipped mouth. Damn. He couldn’t even get her to give him a blowjob and he knew that most of the girls would do that, even if they wouldn’t fuck.
Julie had done this for him a half dozen times now and she knew what pleased him. She slid her fingertips up along the thickly veined, six-inch staff, spreading the hot, oily fluid over the tightly stretched skin, cupping her small hand over the purple, plum-like knob. His soft moan of pleasure from her touch gave her satisfaction and she slid her other hand lower to heft the heavy lust-eggs.
“Easy, Julie…they’re tender…Oh God, darling…won’t you let me do this for you, too?”
“I can’t, Tom…You know I can’t.” She wrapped her fingers around the upright fleshpole, her hand sliding easily up and down over its slickly wetted surface. Her new Minister, Reverend Gibson had told her that she could do this for the man she planned to marry. It was the best way to satisfy her boyfriend, he’d said, without committing the sin of pre-marital copulation.
The beautiful young girl slid her fingertips gently over the ridges and veins of her boyfriend’s oily penis. The skin was stretched so tightly around the cylinder that she wondered it didn’t burst and she savoured the steel-hard feel of the six-inch shaft. A little tremor shook her body as she tried to imagine how it was going to feel when she took it inside her. Would it hurt? Would it go in all the way? Both hands now were stroking and caressing the object of her infatuation, making love to it.
“Julie darling…please…kiss it…please,” the boy
moaned. “I’m going to… it’s going to
cum..”
“Do you have a…you know…a condom?”
Tom wormed the little pack out of his pocket and handed it to her. He got a special pleasure from watching his girlfriend do this. At first she hadn’t known how but now she easily ripped open the packet and withdrew the delicate but tough disk from its wrapper. Her pink tongue peeked out between her red lips as she concentrated on her task. Her eyelids at half-mast giving her pretty face a sexy, almost sluttish appearance, she placed the disk on his broad, purple cock-plum and now using both hands, she rolled the flimsy synthetic skin down over her boyfriend’s upthrust shaft.
“Will you kiss it, darling…please?”
“Oh Tom! You know I can’t. Not that.” Julie’s belly turned queasy at the thought of putting her mouth around the shinily encased cylinder. She gripped it snugly with her hand and began to stroke it slowly, her gaze shifting back and forth between the boy’s face and his sex-organ.
“Yes Julie…oh God yes,” Tom moaned as the fifteen-year-old slowly pumped his cock. “Hold my balls darling…gently…of God…oh yes!” Her warm fingers played under his swollen testicles and she grasped his cock tighter, her hand moving up and down as he felt the hot rush of climax begin in his painfully aching balls.
“Yes Tommy…oh yes…let it come,” the girl murmured as she felt the handfilling cylinder swell in her grip. She loved it when she relieved him. She loved the way his hard penis jumped in her hand and when his semen jetted out of the tip it was almost as if he was shooting it right inside her. Her gaze moved from his handsome face, tense now, his lips curling back as his peak arrived, to the lovely man-tool. She felt the loaded cum-pump jump as if trying to escape her grasp and the little reservoir in the tip of the condom was suddenly filled with the white cream of his gism. “Mmmmm,” Julie gasped with satisfaction and, like a milkmaid stripping the last product from a cow, she milked the bucking, spurting shaft, overfilling the reservoir and extruding her boyfriend’s viscous semen into the narrow annulus between cock and condom.
“Oohhh God, Julie…Oohhh God…that was wonderful,” Tom moaned as the girl continued milking him. God, it must be Heaven to have a girl’s lips mouth doing this, he thought as he looked at Julie’s softly parted lips. Was he ever going to get her to suck him? Or fuck him?
“Does it feel better now? Do you still hurt?” The ingenuous fifteen-year-old squeezed her thighs together, imagining what it would be like to have him pumping that sex-cream up inside her hungry pussy. Someday she’d find out…when they were married.
“Oh Tom! He’s home!
I heard Don’s car!”
Quickly Tom pulled up his pants without even taking time to remove the cum-filled condom and, by the time Don’s key sounded in the door, they were sitting chastely, side-by-side, on the sofa.
“Hi kids. Hope I didn’t disturb anything,” Don said with a cheery smile as she came into the living room. He knew that Joan worried about her kid sister. With a body like hers she would be a target for every man or boy around and she was protective. Don, too, had concerns.
“No, Mr. Barnes. I
was just trying to convince Julie that she should run away with me. But she won’t.
Don went upstairs to his room, leaving the young lovers alone to make their goodbyes.
Tom went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom that, under his pants, was in danger of slipping off his limp and unloaded cock. Julie was aching like her boyfriend had been before she had relieved him. She could hardly wait for him to leave so she could get dinner for her brother in law and then go to bed and…it wasn’t a sin. Reverend Gibson told her that God meant for girls to do it so they could remain pure until marriage.
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Vengeful Virgin
Privacy Invaded
When Don and Joan bought their house they thought it was a fairly ordinary two-story, three bedroom house. It was three months after they moved in that Don, by accident, discovered that there was one extraordinary feature.
Don had been making a minor repair in the little bathroom that connected the two adjoining bedrooms in preparation for the arrival of Joan’s kid sister to live with them when he made a discovery. He had noticed that the wall between the two bedrooms was unusually thick and began examining the walls, which had floor to ceiling mirrors. He finally found that the narrow wooden panel by the outside edge of the mirror was hinged and the little door opened into a narrow corridor that ran from the outside wall of the house to the bathroom wall and separated the two bedrooms. There was a similar hinged panel in the adjoining bedroom. There was also a narrow, steep stairway that led down to a hidden panel in the garage so the corridor could be accessed from either bedroom or from the garage. From inside the corridor the one-way glass of the mirrors allowed him to see into both bedrooms and the little bathroom.
Don wondered about whomever had this peeping-tom corridor built but he didn’t tell Joan of its existence, saving the secret for himself. Further exploration revealed that each wall, by the touch of a switch, became shuttered so it was no longer possible to see through it. It was possible, therefore, to look into any or all or none of the three rooms that bordered the narrow corridor.
He’d had no conscious intent of spying on Julie, Joan’s cute and busty fourteen-year-old sister but, after the lovely youngster arrived, he recognized in a moment of drunken reverie, the possibility. In the four months since the girl’s arrival he had, on many occasions, taken advantage of the peep-room to watch his sister-in-law, now fifteen, in the bathroom and in her bed. He fought against his incestuous thoughts but on the many evenings when Joan was away at some meeting or other and he was having too many drinks he would go there to watch her.
When Don got home just as Tom was leaving after Julie’s skillfully administered handjob he thought that his young sister-in-law had looked at him with a guilty, sheepish expression and he wondered what they’d been doing. Was Tom fucking the luscious youngster? No. She was too young. But guiltily he wondered if she really was too young. She was definitely big enough. He’d seen her naked body several times and he knew that her breasts were large and her hips wide and from his spying on her, he knew that her sexual desires were developing.
Joan had another library board meeting so she wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours so Don poured a drink while Julie nuked a frozen dinner. He sat in his chair for a few minutes, thinking about his Grades seven and eight female students and wondering how developed, sexually, they might be. He wished he was their age so he could find out. But, no matter how he tried to push the image of his cute, young sister-in-law from his mind it kept coming back.
He knew that the fifteen-year-old was sexually advanced because on one of the occasions he had spied on her through the bathroom mirror he had seen her in the shower. It had been incredibly exciting to watch the young girl using the pulsating, hand-held showerhead, holding it between her open, plump thighs and directing the powerful jet against her lightly furred cunt. Damn. He had to stop thinking that way about her.
Julie ate quickly and then excused herself. “I have a lot if homework,” she’d said although she felt guilty because she was lying. But she couldn’t tell him the truth. It wasn’t like with Reverend Gibson with whom she could talk about the way she felt.
Don watched his sister in law climb the stairs, trying to repress the sinful urge that the sight of her cutely rolling rump brought on. Even if she was sexually developed she was too young for him and, especially, he was married and she was his sister-in-law. What was she doing right now?
He poured another drink and drank it quickly, as if to get courage from it. Quietly, Don climbed the stairs. In his bedroom he pried open the little panel and squeezed into the narrow corridor. Reaching up he found the button the operated the shutters and the room was suddenly brighter. It was as if he was standing in his young sister-in-law’s bedroom and she was there, only a few feet away. God, she was lovely!
Julie was lying on her back and completely, excitingly naked. The foot of the bed was closest to him, about four feet from where he stood. The young girl was facing him, her head raised slightly by the pillow, her big, firm tit-globes standing out from her chest like two pink-capped hemispheres. Her full, plump thighs were spread wide apart and her hand covered the secret nest below her round, little belly.
The fifteen-year-old stroked and probed her young sex. She’d been wet with desire after the erotic pleasure she’d enjoyed by stroking her boyfriend’s hard cock. Even now, two hours later, she was still wet. She was trying to imagine how it would feel, after they were married, when he buried its long thickness inside her private, precious passage. Would it hurt? She pushed her middle finger in until she felt the obstruction. Her hymen. The incontrovertible proof of her virginity, her purity. How wonderful it was going to be to be joined to him, to have him way up inside her. They would be one.
Tom too was a virgin. Julie was sure of it. And he would protect his purity for her just as she was saving her virginity for him. Her whole body was suffused with the warmth of their perfect love, a love they would make everlasting by welding their bodies together. It would be Heaven to be connected to him, his hardness way up inside her, consecrating their love. That white cream that she milked into the condoms would instead be spurting into her womb and they’d make a baby.
“Mmmm Tom darling,” she whispered as if it was he, not she who was caressing her swollen cunt. “Make love to me Tom. I want your big, hard body inside me.” She played with her soft, labial fleshrolls as she imagined that her boyfriend was caressing her there. Her fingers moved slowly, tantalizingly along the humid slit, down to the sensitive little puckered lower orifice, then upwards, dipping briefly into the portal to her virgin body and ending at the hard, slick bud of her clitoris. “Yes Tom…there…that’s the place,” she whimpered as she thrilled to her masturbatory touch.
Don had watched her masturbate with the showerhead but this was the first time he’d caught his kid sister-in-law using her fingers. The sight was incredibly salacious. The ripe-bodied youngster, only four feet from where he stood, was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. God! She was only fifteen!
Julie cupped one of her big, firm breasts, her fingers playing with the rubbery, erect nipple, hot thrills radiating outward from the sensitive tit-tip to meld in her belly with the even hotter sensations coursing upwards from her throbbing pussy. She used to feel guilty about doing this. Two years ago, when she’d first discovered how it made her feel, she had been sure it was a sin. Now, though, she knew it was natural and that God intended it. Reverend Gibson was so nice. And so understanding. The ingenuous fifteen-year-old girl was so happy that he was her Minister.
“Do it Tom…take me…I’m yours,” she moaned, pretending it was his fingers that were teasing her. She probed her swollen pussy, stroking her clitoris, grasping it between her fingers, pulling at it and then the waves began. “Take me Tom…take my virginity,” the young girl gasped. It was almost real to her. She slid a finger into the mouth of her inviolate lovenest, her thumb rubbing her cum-trigger as the ecstasy of orgasm washed over her young body. “It’s yours darling…I saved it for you…make me into a woman,” and her cry was accompanied by an outrush of breath as she tumbled over the precipice of orgasm to fall, fluttering like a feather, through the blissful, warm clouds of climax.
Don’s cock was straining at his sweat pants and he barely managed to restrain his impulse to take it in his hand and pretend that he was in his young sister-in-law. The thought of having a luscious, young virgin like Julie was painfully erotic. He’d never had a virgin and never would but it must be wonderful.
Young Julie lay there; her legs splayed limply, her hips jerking in the aftermath of her glorious climax. Her lovely, big breast mounds jiggled pneumatically with each jerk and twitch of her adolescent frame and her breathing slowly returned to normal.
When his young sister-in-law finally rose from the bed and went to the bathroom Don pressed the button that opened that shutter so he could still see her lush, naked form. He watched for a moment as she sat on the toilet, her back towards him, and then an obscene idea grabbed him. He went quickly to the panel that connected to her bedroom and opened it a couple of inches. Then he opened the shutter to his own bedroom and closed the shutters to Julie’s bedroom and the bathroom. Now his sister-in-law would be able to watch him when he screwed her sister. He was sure that Julie would soon spot the little opening and discover the view of their bedroom. For sure tonight he would make love to Joan. He had to relieve the pressure created by watching the extremely erotic scene he’d just witnessed. And it would be special because his young sister-in-law would be watching. How soon would Joan be home? She should arrive anytime.
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Vengeful Virgin
Wherein young Julie observes Don releasing the lust aroused by watching her masturbate into his sex-hungry, cheating wife.
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What was wrong with her? Joan stumbled as she fumbled for her keys. Why did she keep doing stupid things like she had tonight? Her lower body ached with frustrated need and she shuddered with revulsion as she felt a wet trickle dribble from her cum-sodden pussy down her inner thigh. Don would never leave her frustrated like this and she warmed with desire for her husband’s big, thick tool.
She hadn’t planned it. She never did. There was just something about young guys that made her crazy. Jim had been almost twenty and, when he got into her in the back seat of the car it was like she was back in high school again. But, just like back then, he’d gone off almost as soon as he got his cock into her and she was left hanging. And he hadn’t used a condom. What if he’d knocked her up? Or gave her a disease. She had to stop drinking before something awful happened.
Don was sprawled in his chair, nursing another drink when his wife came unsteadily into the living room. His testicles felt like aching balloons after the erotic frustration of watching his kid sister-in-law masturbate. It was eleven o’clock and it seemed rather late for Joan to be getting home from her library meeting. Was she playing around? He felt a pang of jealousy at the thought but as he watched his dark-haired wife of seven years enter, any jealousy he felt was subordinated to his need for release.
Had Julie taken the bait? Had she seen the little, partly open panel and checked it out? Would she be curious enough to go there and watch him with Joan? She certainly seemed to be a pure, very religious girl so maybe she wouldn’t? Don felt guilty about it but he was hoping very much that his sister-in law-would watch them.
“You’re late?” There was no accusatory tone to his question. Don tried hard to avoid conflict, especially with his rather domineering wife.
“Yeah…we went for a drink after the meeting,” Joan
mumbled nervously. “Bonnie
and I. Sorry.” God, he was handsome. “Did you really miss me?”
“Always do, darling.” Yes, she’d had a drink. More than one he could tell when she leaned over to kiss him. She sprawled easily and compliantly across his lap as their tongues meshed and he slid his hand under her sweater to cup one of her huge, soft breasts. Were young Julie’s as firm as they looked in a sweater? Then, as his wife’s thighs straddled his he pushed his incestuous thought from his mind. At least, for the moment.
Julie heard the murmur of voices and the creak of the stairs as her sister and Don went to their room. Saying no to Tom always seemed foolish on the nights when she could hear the muffled sounds of lovemaking from her sister’s room. Why did she have to remain pure? She knew she’d promised Joan that she’d wait until she got married. And Joan was right. Their other sister, Melanie, was stuck in a miserable relationship because she’d gotten pregnant when she was seventeen and Joan was determined that it wouldn’t happen to her fifteen-year-old sister. And, besides that Julie knew it was wrong, sinfully wrong to have sex outside of marriage. Reverend Gibson had emphasized that when he’d counseled her.
Joan was all over him, helping him take off his clothes and peeling off her own skirt and sweater. If he’d had less to drink he might have noticed that his wife wasn’t wearing panties but, half drunk and so hot from watching his kid sister-in-law masturbate, he had no thoughts beyond the lust for Joan’s firm, lithe frame.
She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. Julie lay in her bed staring at the little doorway to the secret room. She could hear suggestive sounds from the adjoining room and she fought her obscene curiosity. Purity blemished. The lush-bodied girl got out of bed and, naked, she went to the narrow panel, pulled it open and entered the long corridor that separated her bedroom from theirs. It was a shock, even though she’d been there earlier this evening. She knew they couldn’t see her because she’d checked it out but she still felt uneasy as she looked into her sister’s bedroom.
Was Julie watching? Don came out of the bathroom after injecting his already stiff organ with the great stamina serum that enabled him to stay hard in his wife after he went off. His cock throbbed with anticipation.
Young Julie watched as her naked brother-in-law walked to the bed, only a few feet from where she stood behind the one-way mirrored wall. Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of the huge pole that projected out from his groin. Until then she had thought that Tom’s penis was big but Don’s was incredible. How could Joan take it? Thank goodness Tom wasn’t that big. It would split her apart.
Joan lay flat on her back, her legs bent and raised and she reached out for her wonderfully endowed husband. Why did she ever look for anyone else? It had got even better, lately. Don seemed to have developed incredible stamina and he made her cum and cum and cum. Tonight she wouldn’t insist that he wear a condom. She’d been careless with tonight’s young stud so, if he’d knocked her up, at least she could credibly claim it was Don.
“Come lover…I’m ready for you…I’ve been thinking of this all evening.” Joan’s aureoles were like dark saucers surrounding the thick nipples that jutted out from them like little cocks. Her profusely furred, black bush was bisected by a pink, vertical slit that gaped wetly, opened for her husband’s marvelous member. If he had been of a suspicious nature he might have wondered at her wetness and the matting of her pubic hair but Don was a trusting soul and, so far, totally monogamous.
Joan’s young sister watched with belly-churning guilt as her brother-in-law knelt between the woman’s raised, widespread thighs. He was facing her and she stifled a gasp of unwilled excitement as he guided the mammoth organ to the middle of her sister’s bushy sex. She almost groaned as her sister did when Don’s long, thick shaft disappeared slowly into his wife’s body. What did it feel like? Julie’s hand moved down to cup her own sex, still swollen and sensitized from masturbation.
“Yeesss lover…Oohhh yesss!” Joan moaned as she felt herself being filled by the hot, hard fleshpole. She tilted her pelvis and her legs rose higher to wrap around the man’s hips. “Oohhh God, lover…you’re so big,” she gasped and she began to rock her firm hips up to him.
As always, the hot, wet clasp of his wife’s passage felt exciting. Don pushed to the bottom, evoking an extra gasp from his partner as he bumped her cervix and then he began the slow, rhythmic in-out thrusts of fucking. Overheated from watching his luscious sister-in-law a while earlier he knew he wouldn’t last long and was thankful for the injection that would keep him hard even after he came. And she hadn’t demanded that he wear a condom. The flesh-to-flesh sensations were fantastic and he molded his body to hers as she undulated skillfully under him.
Julie’s fingers caressed her throbbing clit and she spread her legs as she watched, trying to imagine what her sister must be feeling as that huge pole thrust slowly in and out of her body. She knew it was happening even though all she could see was Don’s bare bottom bobbing up and down on the woman’s writhing frame.
“Nuh…no…not yet…don’t cum yet,” Joan protested when her husband rammed deeper and began the short, fierce strokes that signaled his impending climax. She stopped moving and then uttered a frustrated whimper as she felt the belly-filling fuckpole buck within her.
“Can’t hold it Joan…gotta cum,” he grunted as his
pent-up semen rushed from his aching balls to gush from his cock into his
wife’s wet vaginal cavern. “I’ll keep
on, baby…I won’t leave you.”
The watching fifteen-year old girl remembered how Tom’s cream spurted into the condom when she made it happen with her hand and she could picture the viscous fluid flooding her sister’s inner reaches. Would she get pregnant? It was OK if she did. They were married. She’d like being an aunt, too.
His cock numbed by his climax, Don recovered from his orgasm and began to ride his wife with the familiarity bred of many such couplings. Raising his upper body from hers, he fucked her with full-length strokes of his artificially hardened tool, his balls swaying, bumping the upturned cheeks of her ass. Was Julie watching them? He felt a guilty thrill as he tried to imagine what the full-bodied youngster would be thinking, if she were watching. She was too young and she was his sister-in-law but he knew he wanted her, even though it could never happen.
“Hurry darling…fuck me…gonna cum,” Joan panted and she tried to pull him deeper with her hip-hugging legs. “Give it to me, baby…give me your big cock…all of it,” and a shrill squeal escaped her lips as the first wave of orgasm washed over her loins. “Cum…cum…cummminng…” she panted, her strong body arching up to his, her vaginal sheath squeezing him with the muscular contractions of her climax.
Don didn’t stop. He hammered his wife’s big-breasted body, panting from exertion and hoping that her kid sister was getting an eyeful. Would she masturbate while she watched? Would she imagine he was doing this to her. He felt guilty because of his obscene thoughts but he couldn’t put them out of his mind. And he had intentionally left that door ajar so she’d find the hidden passage and watch them.
Julie could feel the pressure building and her fingers were moving faster and faster as her climax neared. The sounds from her sister’s bedroom were a mix of grunts and groans and a slushy rhythm that matched her brother-in-law’s in-out thrusts. She bit one fist to stifle her groans and her belly bulged as the heat of orgasm engulfed her. Her knees turned to water and she almost collapsed before she put out both hands to support herself on the glass wall.
Don heard the sound when his wife’s kid sister pushed on the mirror and he was sure then that they were being watched. The thought of it was all that was needed to drive him over the top and he plunged to the bottom of Joan’s wetly slurping fuckwell as he spurted into her again.
“My Gawwd, Don…I’m flooded,” his
wife sighed as she felt the cunt filling tool buck within her. “That was fantastic.”
As he withdrew from the woman’s sloppy quim Don saw the trickle of gism that dribbled down her gaping cunt-crack. He felt satisfied but something was lacking, some indefinable feeling of completion. As he looked at his wife’s naked, supine body he knew that what he really wanted was her sister.
“I don’t know how you do it, Don…and I don’t really
care…but you are a fantastic lover.” Joan
reached over and caressed his still hard, upthrust tool. You’re hard enough to do me some more,
darling…but I’ve had enough.”
Regaining her balance, Julie looked one more time at her brother-in-law’s wetly glistening cock, and then stumbled to her bedroom and into bed. Her sleep came soon but was restless as a progression of lewd images filled her dreams.
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Vengeful Virgin
Wherein Julie’s immoral sister easily seduces the young girl’s teenaged boyfriend and introduces him to vaginal and oral sex.
When Joan found the little condom wrapper under the sofa her first thought was that Don was playing around and for a moment she was angry. The incongruity of her emotions didn’t register. How could she be angry with him when she, herself, was cheating on him with sluttish disregard for her own marriage vows? No. Not Don, she thought. He was too straight. It had to be her kid sister.
“You promised me, Julie! You swore on a bible! I want you to leave tomorrow. You can go live with that miserable bastard that Mom married after Dad died. I don’t care how bad he is!”
“But Sis? I didn’t! We didn’t! Not that. He’s never touched me…just kissed me…that’s all.” Julie was sick with dismay. That darned condom wrapper. Why hadn’t she remembered it?
“How do you explain this, then, young lady? What were you kissing?”
“Oh Sis? I know I shouldn’t have but…like…he was in
pain…I…I used my hand…that’s all…honest.”
“I don’t know? Are
you telling me the truth? That’s bad
enough…but...”
Julie was in tears now. “I am…I’m telling the truth…and I won’t even let him kiss me any more…not until…not until I’m old enough to marry him. I promise, Sis…like you wanted…I’ll be a virgin when I marry.” And as soon as I’m sixteen I’m going to marry him, too. If she won’t sign the papers I know Mom will, if she’s drunk enough.
And you’re sure as Hell not going to marry a nobody like Tom, Joan mused, but she believed her kid
sister. “I don’t think you should
keep on seeing him, Julie. He’s not
right for you. And if you’re giving him
handjobs it won’t be long before you’ll be going all the way.”
“But, Sis? I love him? Please? Can’t I keep on seeing him?” If she moved back in with her mother and stepfather she’d be too far away. And her stepfather made her nervous. The way he’d been looking at her.
“No, Julie. I mean it. I’ll talk to Tom and I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“Please, Sis. Let
me tell him?”
“We’ll talk abut it tomorrow night, Julie. You have piano lessons all afternoon tomorrow
and I have a meeting tonight.”
Well, if she won’t break it off, then maybe I will? I’m sure there’s a way. He’s a nice looking guy. Has he got into Julie? No, I don’t think so. She had a sort of guilty look but I’ve never seen that sleepy-eyed appearance that goes with being fucked. I’ll have to keep pressure on her, though, just to make sure she stays a virgin. Somewhere there’ going to be a wealthy suitor who will value the purity of a real virgin, especially one with a build like Julie’s. And she’s obedient enough that I can manage it.
Tom wasn’t one of her students although he went to the same high school she taught in. It was easy, therefore, to arrange a private meeting with him.
“Can you come over to my place this afternoon, Tom? I have to talk to you about Julie.”
“Uh, sure Mrs. Barnes.” What was it about? Julie hadn’t called him last night like she always did after he was with her? Had Mrs. Barnes guessed something? Damn, for an older woman that one was something special Tom mused as he hung up the phone. He’d heard lots of stories about her. Did she play around as much as they said? She’d sure give a guy a great ride.
Tom showed up at the house, as requested, at exactly one o’clock. Joan had come home from school at noon and had showered and when she greeted the big seventeen-year-old she was wearing a loose-fitting, terrycloth robe. She hadn’t admitted it to herself but everything she had done was aimed at only one objective.
Joan had been with many guys both before and after her marriage but the youngest had been the nineteen-year-old cousin who had broken her cherry when she was fourteen. For the past year she had been studying her high school students, wondering how much experience they had. Did they fuck their nubile classmates? Did they ever think about fucking their twenty seven year old teacher? The young bucks she kept picking up had been, for the most part, a disappointment. Like the one the other night. Would a seventeen-year-old have the stamina to satisfy her? They said that boys peak in their mid-teens.
“Hi Mrs. Barnes. You said one o’clock, didn’t you?”
“That’s right, Tom. I’m glad you’re punctual. But there’s lots of time. You don’t have any classes this afternoon do you?” God, he looked like a real stud. No wonder Julie was infatuated with him. Was he a virgin? With a guy you couldn’t tell. Not like with her when her cherry juice stained the carpet and she and her cousin spent an hour trying to clean it.
“Is there something? Like? Is it about Julie and me?” God, what a set of tits! Even bigger than Julie’s. He could see clearly one of them when she changed position on the sofa and the robe gaped open. Wouldn’t it be something if he got into her? The guys would think he was a hero.
“Well, yes, I guess it is.” I’m crazy or stupid or both. Why am I letting him steal a peek at my boobs? Do I want to show him that I’m bigger than Julie? “She’s only fifteen, you know. So you’re really too old for her. I think it would be better for both of you if you didn’t see one another until she’s at least eighteen.” Maybe, if I screwed him, he’d find it easier to give up trying to get into Julie?
“But Miz Barnes? I love her.
We’re in love. What does Julie
think?” Did she really suck cock
like they said she did? He wished he
were older so he could make a play for her.
“But you’re both too young to know that, Tom. Your love is concentrated down there, isn’t
it?” and she pointed at his crotch. “I
know what Julie does for you…but that isn’t going to be enough…not for either
of you. I don’t want her to have to quit
school and have a baby.”
Tom blushed, embarrassed that Julie’s sister knew this
much. Should he deny it? “But…like…we just kiss…that’s all?”
“Do you put the condom on your tongue? Is that how you kiss?”
“Oh…like…there was just the once…yesterday…” She must
know that Julie gave him a handjob. “And I hurt so much.”
“Sure Tom…but soon that’s not going to be enough. You’ll demand more and she’s too young to stop you. It would be better for both of you if you had someone older…somebody who is ready for a mature relationship.” As she said that, Joan leaned forward toward the chair where Tom sat and her big, floppy breasts both escaped the loose confines of her robe. “Whoops,” she said with a suggestive smile as she stuffed the soft fleshbags back under her robe.
“But? Like? I’m only seventeen, Miz Barnes. And older girls don’t…like …they’re looking for older guys?” She must be coming on to him. Was this going to be the day? His virile organ swelled within the confines of his jeans as he hoped desperately that the teacher was going to teach something special.
“Maybe you just don’t know how to go about it, Tom? Have you? Like?
Had a real girlfriend?” Yes! She was going to fuck him. And he might be a virgin, too. “I mean one who…you know…gives you more
than a handjob?”
“Uh…no Miz Barnes. I never…like…Julie is the most I’ve
had…like…with her hand.”
“Do you like me, Tom?
I mean, does an old lady like me appeal to you?” Joan let her robe gape open again but
this time, when her big breasts flopped free she didn’t cover them. “You’re a big, handsome guy, y’know.”
“Gee…yeah…sure…you’re beautiful, Miz Barnes. But you’re a teacher… and Julie’s sister?”
“And I’m a woman, too, Tom. And women…even more than girls…we need
something. Would you? Like?
Would you like to fuck me?”
“Oh God! Miz Barnes! Oh yes! Can I?” Tom almost exploded in his tight jeans when he heard the woman say ‘fuck’. She was going to do it. She was going to let him fuck her.
“Let’s go upstairs, Tom.” And Joan stood, took the boy’s hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
Joan and Tom were just entering the bedroom when Julie arrived home. Her music teacher was sick and she’d cancelled the lesson. She was surprised to see her sister’s car in the driveway but when she entered the house Joan wasn’t to be seen. Then she saw Tom’s jacket on the back of the chair. Was he here, too? She looked around downstairs but there was nobody. Then, with a strange foreboding, she went upstairs and when she got to the closed door to her sister’s bedroom, she heard the murmur of voices.
Julie easily pried open the entrance to the narrow corridor separating her bedroom from her sister’s. The first thing she saw was Joan, sprawled naked on her back on the bed, her long legs spread wide, her big breasts sagging to the sides. For a moment she was surprised since she hadn’t seen Don’s car in the driveway but then her surprise turned to sickening shock. Tom came into view, his big, lean body completely naked, his penis, the organ she had so lovingly stroked and milked yesterday, standing out and up from his groin. The young girl’s eyes filled with tears and she bit her fist to stifle her sob of despair.
“Come darling Tom…come to teacher,” Joan said in a
husky voice. “Let teacher show you
how a real relationship should be.”
The teenage boy’s cock throbbed with anticipation as he looked lustfully at the woman’s nakedly spread body. A bit awkward from inexperience he knelt on the bed between her long, widely splayed legs and then his teacher took over.
“Oh God, Tom…you’re so hard,” she murmured as she reached out and grasped his outthrust organ. “And so big,” she added although he was considerably smaller than her husband’s outsized appendage but she knew that men liked to be told that. “So very big,” and using his cock as a handle, she pulled him down, guiding the rock-hard cylinder to her excited sex.
Tom was speechless. Her hand felt warm and good but then the sensitive tip of his cock was engulfed by the soft, wet heat of her cuntmouth and with primal instinct he pushed in. It was Heaven. His cock was surrounded by soft, hot, clinging flesh. Nothing had ever felt as good.
Tom’s young girlfriend was speechless too. Speechless with the agony of her betrayal by the boy she loved. Speechless with the heartbreak of her sister’s betrayal of her marriage vows. And speechless with the anger that her sister could do this to her, to steal her true love and do with him what she forbade her from doing. She wished that she could at that moment cease to exist.
“Oh yes, Tom…that feels so good,” Joan said softly as
she adjusted her body to the boy’s firm frame.
“Have you ever fucked a woman…girl…before?”
“Oh God, Miz Barnes…no…never felt anything so good,” the
teenager gasped as he savoured the hot, wet clasp of the woman’s vagina on his
throbbing tool. “It’s too good…I
think I’m going to go off.”
“That’s OK Tom…just remember it…remember me as the first woman you ever fucked,” and the woman wrapped her long legs around the boy’s hips, trying to pull him in deeper. “Cum in me Tommy…shoot your hot sperm right up into my hungry cunt,” Joan panted, a feeling of glorious triumph suffusing her loins. Yes. She was getting a virgin. A handsome, hard-bodied virgin teen boy. And she was going to make it a moment for him to remember.
“Oh Miz Barnes…Miz Barnes,” Tom panted and he began to thrust rapidly in and out of the hotly embracing passage. “Uh yes…yes,” and his whole lower body seemed to explode as he spurted into the woman’s cunt.
“Yes Tommy…Oohhh yesss,” Joan grunted as her strong, young partner hammered her. She tilted her hips and pumped up at him, her undulating movements causing her vaginal muscles to milk the boy’s bucking, gushing cock as he filled her with his potent sperm.
Julie was devastated. Her one and only love was giving his precious virginity to her sinful sister. How could he do it? How could Joan do it? She was sick with grief and anger.
“No Tommy…don’t get off…I want to feel your lovely, big cock inside me,” Joan protested when her young lover tried to roll off her twitching body. “You can do it…you can fuck me some more.” With a skill developed over the years she squeezed the boy’s cum-numbed tool with her cunt muscles, her legs wrapped around him as she undulated rhythmically under him.
“Yes Miz Barnes…I’ll try,” the teenager mumbled as he felt the delightful contractions of the woman’s hot passage caressing his cum-numbed tool. “I’m sorry… sorry I couldn’t hold it,” he apologized, ashamed that he had gone off so quickly.
The young girl watched but it wasn’t like watching her sister making love to her husband. This was total, sinful lust. Her ears burned as she listened to her sister’s obscene language and watched the teen boy pump up and down on the older woman’s writhing frame.
“Yes Tommy…Oohhh yesss…fuck me…give me that big, hard cock.” Joan could feel her own orgasmic pressure building and, even though the boy’s tool was of only ordinary dimensions, the thrill of being his first fuck was more than enough to compensate. This would be a moment she’d treasure for the rest of her life.
“Oh yes, Miz Barnes…Oohhh yesss…I love it.” Tom was in Heaven. The older woman’s body writhed and undulated under him, her big, soft breasts cushioning his chest. Her sheath, flooded and sloppy, made soft, squishy sounds and, as her hips rotated against his, it flexed and squeezed his plunging tool.
Stop! Keep quiet! Let him go! Julie almost screamed out the words that she thought as she suffered the torture of betrayal. But, in spite of her agony, another feeling was taking over. She should be the one. It should be her own inviolate passage that was taking Tom’s wonderful sex organ. She couldn’t help herself. Her hand was up under her skirt, under her panties, rubbing, probing her adolescent sex, her juices flowing as if it was she who was being fucked.
“Now Tommy…Now…it’s cumming. Faster! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me Tommy! I’m cumming!” Joan planted her feet flat on the mattress and arched up to her hard thrusting, young lover as she felt the massive spasms of orgasm engulf her loins. Oh God! It was ecstasy. A virgin boy was fucking her.
Tom felt the hot squeeze of the woman’s cunt on his plunging tool and her big body shuddered beneath him as she came. Urged on by her lewd words he hammered her mercilessly, thrilled that he was satisfying this big, beautiful woman.
“You didn’t cum again, did you, Tommy? Just that first time?” Joan’s legs fell away from the boy’s hips and she lay, panting and twitching beneath him.
“Uh, no Miz Barnes…but that’s OK.” He couldn’t wait to tell the guys about this. They think he was lying.
“Would you like it if I…like…sucked your cock, Tommy. Would you like that?” For sure he’d remember her if she did that. It would be great to have his young cock inside her for a while longer but the idea of giving him his first blowjob was even more thrilling. He’d never want anyone else.
Julie almost collapsed when she heard her sister say what she did. Oh God. How could she? She watched as if in a trance as her distressingly compliant boyfriend was guided from his position atop her sister to the edge of the bed. Then, as he sat with legs apart, feet on the floor, Julie watched her sister kneel between his legs and look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“It’s lovely, Tommy…I love your big, hard cock,” Joan murmured as she took the hard, wet cylinder between her fingers and leaned in close. She’d hardly ever done this for Don, she mused, and only once before had a man gone off in her mouth and that had been brief and, by her, unwanted. This time though she would make it something they’d both remember.
The watching, young teen teased her throbbing clit with her finger as she saw her sister’s mouth open and heard her boyfriend’s gasp when the woman’s mouth engulfed his cock.
“Miz Barnes…Oh God Miz Barnes…Oh God…it’s wonderful,” Tom sighed when the teacher’s warm, moist mouth engulfed the head of his cock. He couldn’t believe it. This big, beautiful, married woman had not only given him his first ever fuck but now she was sucking his cock. The guys would not believe this, for sure. Would she let him cum in her mouth? Like this, without a condom? He’d heard that a lot of girls gave head but they’d never do it without a safe. And Mrs. Barnes didn’t seem to care.
Julie’s belly churned and her knees wobbled. Why hadn’t she done that? Then Tom could have resisted her despicable sister. They were positioned so that she could see what was happening. Joan was fondling his balls just as she herself did when she used her hand on him. Her head moved back and forth and Julie could see her boyfriend’s organ being taken more than halfway in, then released, then engulfed again. Her sister’s cheeks hollowed and bulged and Julie knew that she was sucking him. Would she keep on until the end? Until Tom’s semen jetted into her mouth the way it shot into the condom when she jerked him off?
Joan mouthed the tight-skinned cylinder while she fondled the boy’s heavy testicles. Her mouth slid easily over the thickly veined shaft and she took it in until it bumped the back of her throat. His moans of pleasure added to her own lewd enjoyment and she wrapped her fingers around his cock, milking it as she pulled back, then pushing the tight skin back as she sucked him in again. His moans were almost frantic now and she was sure he was about to cum.
“Mmmph…cum Tommy…cum in my mouf,” she urged, her voice slurred and muffled by the
mouth-filling cock. “Cum
Tommy…cum…want you to cum in my mouf like you came in
my cunt.”
“Yes Miz Barnes…Oh yes,” the teenager cried as his teacher’s mobile mouth sucked him. He pushed out and heard the gagging sound when the tip of his cock hit her throat entry and, as he did, she gave a gentle tug at his balls. It was totally awesome. He felt the hot sensations as his semen rushed from his virile lust-eggs to explode into the teacher’s mouth. Her tightly gripping hand pumped and her hot mouth sucked as he emptied his gism into her mouth.
“Oh God…Miz Barnes…Oh God.” Tom looked down at his teacher when she pulled away from his still bucking tool, the obscene sexiness of her cum-whitened lips giving him a feel of intense delight. My God. She’d sucked his cock. A teacher had sucked his cock. And let him cum in her mouth. How was he going to make the guys believe it had really happened?
Their fifteen-year-old spectator stumbled from the narrow vestibule from where she watched the obscene display. Her legs were weak, her young loins drained by her self-induced but unwilled orgasm. How could she get revenge? Not on her boyfriend. He was the innocent dupe, she was sure. But revenge on her despicable sister, the one who’d insisted she remain pure. Who had seduced the love of her life because she wasn’t allowed to satisfy him. What could she do?
Joan pulled on her robe and went downstairs with her young consort. He seemed in a hurry to leave and that didn’t bother the woman. She had no desire to try to carry on a conversation with the boy, anyway.
Back in her bedroom, Joan dropped her robe to the floor and went to the main bathroom where she filled the tub with hot, sudsy water. Luxuriating in the tub she caressed her body. She was tender and bruised but delightfully so. In his adolescent passion the boy had mauled her breasts roughly and had pounded her mons mercilessly when he fucked her. But, pleasurable as the physical act had been, that pleasure paled in comparison to the gratification she experienced by being the boy’s first fuck. His obvious delight would remain in her memory.
Young Tom might become a great lover but he was not the one for her kid sister, Julie. When Julie married it should be to someone who wasn’t destined to be a tradesman or a junior accountant or the like. Maybe she, herself, might have done better if Jennifer hadn’t got knocked up. That’s likely why their mother became a lush and their father ran off with his secretary. Her dreams of being a doctor or marrying one or the equivalent went up in smoke and now she was only a teacher married to someone else who was only a teacher.
Julie would achieve what she, herself, hadn’t, a real profession or marriage to money, or both. And for the latter, in today’s permissive society, Julie’s virginity would be an invaluable and critical asset. Without Joan’s help and guidance she would go nowhere except maybe, like her sister Jennifer, to an unhappy and poor marriage bed.
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Vengeful Virgin
Horizontal Prayer
Wherein the good Reverend Gibson consoles young Julie over
the seduction of her boyfriend and then visits her sister, the seducer, and
yields willingly to her wiles while Julie watches.
The Reverend Bill Gibson sat at his desk looking at photographs. Not just any photographs. Each of them, and there were a dozen in all, was of a
naked woman, eight different naked women. Their ages appeared to be anywhere from their early twenties up to middle age with sizes that varied from petite to buxom. One photo of each of the women showed her sitting astride a man’s hips, impaled on the man’s cock. It could be seen that the cock was very thick but its length was indiscernible since all that could be seen was a couple of inches, the unsheathed portion. The women’s faces bore expressions that ranged from apparent ecstasy to apprehension. Four of the woman were also depicted on their knees with their lips close to or wrapped around the head of a man’s cock. The unusually stout organ was at least nine inches in length and, in two of the photos, white gism drooled from the woman’s mouth. The man’s face was not really recognizable but a white scar on the man’s upper thigh made it evident that it was the same man in each picture.
Bill Gibson had a testosterone level that matched his penile endowment and during his thirty-five year life he had shared his organ with many women. As a Christian minister, however, he had been vulnerable to career-threatening exposure. After a frighteningly close call at his first church when a teenager had told her parents about her extra-curricular religious education, he had taken precautions. More recently, as his only daughter reached adolescence, he was seldom tempted by teenaged concupiscence.
Reverend Gibson’s daughter, Sherry, was his pride and joy in a total, non-sexual way. He appreciated her slender beauty and, as her developing bust showed the promise of glorious womanhood, he had become increasingly protective of her. She would be the good Christian that he wasn’t. Satan had a serious grip on him and, despite the guilt he felt, he was unable to overcome his prurient nature.
Now he bestowed his carnal blessings on married women only and, with a carefully placed little camera, he recorded the women’s dalliances for potential insurance. The threat of letting her friends and neighbors see her in naked adultery had been enough, on the two occasions it was needed, to keep their secret. In fact, in the other cases, his problem was not the threat of exposure but rather the danger of too frequent couplings initiated, after the first one, by the women themselves. Bill was not only spectacularly endowed but was also a highly skilled lover and, after a sometimes guiltily reluctant first adulterous copulation, they all became willing accomplices in his search for sexual satisfaction. He knew he was a sinner but God must surely understand.
“Come in,” Bill called out, slipping the photos into the desk drawer when he heard a timid knock on the door.
Bill looked up to see Julie and he could tell from the redness of her eyes that she’d been crying. “Certainly, Julie. I always have time for you. Come, sit here and tell me what’s bothering you.” He led the young beauty over to the sofa where most of his seductions began and where a few had been consummated.
Julie, more than any of the unmarried members of his congregations, had tempted the randy preacher to forget his resolve to go after only the married ones. Even her loose-fitting sweater and skirt couldn’t disguise the ripe fullness of her fifteen-year-old body but so far he limited himself to giving her guidance. In a couple of years his beautiful Sherry would be like her and the thought of some male, young or otherwise, having sex with his daughter filled him with despair. Had he been Roman Catholic he would certainly have encouraged his daughter to become a Nun. Now, although the guidance he was providing to lovely Julie, had been of a progressively more suggestive nature, he had no conscious intent to seduce her. It would be too much like seducing his daughter. The artless youngster Julie, had grown to trust him and had bared her intimate thoughts and troubles to him.
“Oh Reverend Gibson. I want to die. It’s awful,” and as soon as Julie sat beside him on the sofa she buried her face in the chest of her trusted minister and confidant and began to sob.
“What is it, Julie? What’s wrong?” The feel of the girl’s big body pressed to his side aroused emotions other than pity for the sobbing youngster. Bill was sure that he could have her but he was equally sure that the emotional entanglement was too dangerous. His wife had been the beneficiary of his lust for this lovely girl, serving as the unknowing bedroom substitute after each of his counseling sessions with Julie.
“Oh Sir. It’s my sister…and Tom. She…like…she seduced him…made him…like…she made him sin with her. I hate her!”
“Not hate, Julie.
Not your sister. Are you
sure? Maybe it was something
innocent? Perhaps she was just…you
know…counseling him like I do you?”
“No…I saw them…she was…he was…they were doing it.”
“Oh Julie. I’m so sorry for you,” and the randy
preacher couldn’t resist the opportunity to gently cup one of the girls big,
heavy breasts. “She might have been
doing it for you…to protect you…I’m sure she worries about you and him?”
“No…it wasn’t to protect me. I heard the things she said. And he didn’t try to stop her, either. And I’d just…like…yesterday…I’d done it the way you said…so he…we could wait until we got married.” She was vaguely conscious of the minister’s hand on her breast but it was a comforting hand and she never dreamed what the good Reverend was thinking.
Reverend Gibson’s organ swelled at the image of this luscious creature giving her boyfriend a handjob and he couldn’t resist giving the firm, hand filling tit-globe a gentle squeeze.
“Now Julie…it must have been part of God’s plan. I’m sure your sister is a good Christian and wouldn’t do what she did without a good Christian reason. Come, my dear, let’s kneel and pray.”
Puppet like and still sobbing, Julie knelt beside her minister. Gradually her sobs diminished as she listened to his deep voice asking God for His guidance and to help her understand his mysterious ways. The girl began to understand how her sister could have done what she did. And how Tom could have surrendered to her.
By the time Julie left, almost an hour later, she was at peace with her torment. No more handjobs for her boyfriend. And twice a day solitary satisfaction of her own desires. Reverend Gibson was so wonderful. He was going to counsel Joan in the ways of Christ. Why couldn’t Tom be like that? Her minister was so kind, so understanding and so good.
Even her feelings about her sister had moderated although she was still angry at her and, although she tried to squelch the feelings, she wanted revenge. But she had no idea how this might be effected.
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“Reverend Gibson.
This is a surprise.” Joan,
wearing only a lounging robe and fresh from the shower, invited the minister
in. “Did you come to see Julie? I’m sorry.
She’s not home from school yet.”
“No, Mrs. Barnes.
I came to see you. But it’s about
Julie. And Tom.”
“Oh? I hope they’re not asking you to marry them?” Joan looked appraisingly at the big, tall preacher. Did that little mouse of a wife satisfy him? How would he react if she said ‘come to bed and fuck me’? She’d been home all afternoon and was on her fourth or maybe fifth drink so her mind was a bit fuzzy.
“No Mrs. Barnes. I
expect she soon will be, though. Your
sister is very grown up in some ways.” No wonder young Tom had fucked her. Damn, she was an appealing woman. He liked big tits and hers were certainly
big.
“Yes Reverend. I’ve noticed. And she’s started doing some rather grown up things with him, too. Anyway, what did you want to talk about?”
“Uh…like…this is a bit embarrassing, Mrs. Barnes? But Julie…well… she thinks she saw…I know this is crazy…but she thinks she saw you making love to her boyfriend.”
Damn! Has Julie seen them? A perverse thrill shot through her at the
thought of her sister seeing her boyfriend lose his virginity. “So, do you believe her,
Reverend? Do you think I could be guilty
of doing such a terrible thing?” I wonder if he’s any good in bed?
”It doesn’t matter what I think, Mrs. Barnes. It’s what Julie thinks that counts. And she’s really distressed.”
“I see. Tell me, Reverend, if you were a seventeen year old boy, would you want to make love to me?”
“I’m a man of God, Mrs. Barnes. But I guess the answer is yes. Does that mean that Julie really did see what she told me she saw?”
“This is what Tom saw,” and in hopes of shocking the minister, Joan opened the front of her robe to reveal her naked body in all its voluptuous fleshiness. “I guess his devotion to my prissy, little sister wasn’t great enough to resist. How abut you?”
Bill was shocked by the
woman’s brazen exposure of her nakedness but he was also tremendously
aroused. His many conquests in his
congregation had all been reticent, or had pretended to be, and the novelty of
having this big, beautiful woman proposition him was extremely exciting.
“You’re a lovely woman, Mrs. Barnes. Tom must have been overwhelmed,” and the horny pastor moved in, cupping and hefting a heavy breast and dipping his hand to the bushy nest between her thighs. “Perhaps you need a religious experience now…maybe we should kneel and pray.”
“Oh Reverend Gibson? But wouldn’t that be betraying my sister’s confidence?” Joan smiled seductively and pushed her pelvis down against the minister’s skillfully probing fingers as she rotated her wide hips. “We’d better go upstairs to the prayer room. Prayers should be made in private.”
The prurient preacher and
the wanton wife moved awkwardly across the room and up the stairs, his hands
mauling her huge mammaries and manipulating the pulpy flesh of her fat
cunt. Joan let her robe slip from her
shoulders on the stairs and by the time they reached the bedroom her juices
were flowing profusely and his organ was straining within the confines of is
pants.
Julie felt a pang of
apprehension when she saw Reverend Gibson’s car in the driveway. Should he have come here? What was he going to say to her sister? But she had confidence in him. He knew what he was doing she was sure. Warmth suffused her young body, the warmth of
trust and devotion. It was wonderful to
have someone like her minister to turn to in time of need. Not wanting to face them together she went in
the back door and up the back stairs to her room
Bill stood by the bed,
removing his jacket and shirt and noting the mirrored wall. He liked that. He’d get a narcissistic jolt from being able
to see himself ploughing his partner from different angles. Joan went to the bathroom and, while she was
gone, he carefully placed his little camera on a shelf beside a collection of
knick-knacks, setting the timer to ensure that he’d have at least one good
piece of evidence in the unlikely event it was required.
Joan was hot with an
excitement that rivaled that she had experienced by seducing her kid sister’s
boyfriend, Tom. It was already obvious
to her that the good Reverend Gibson did not take his marriage vows too
seriously, or hers either, but the idea of bedding a man of the cloth had a
special, lewd eroticism about it. Could
she shock him with her wantonness? She
was going to try.
“Are you going to convert me, Reverend? Is this how you make good, little Christians
out of the tight-assed women in your congregation?” As she asked
the question the naked woman flopped down on her back on the bed, her legs
widely parted and her hands holding up her heavily sagging breasts as if
offering them to the man who was back to her, facing the corner and angled in
such a way that the front of him was not visible, even in the mirror.. She noted without surprise the beginning of a
flesh roll around the big man’s hips.
She hadn’t expected this sedentary preacher to be especially athletic
and he was more than a decade older than her usual pick-ups. Older than her husband,
too.
“Let’s not be sacrilegious, my dear,” the prurient preacher said with a smile as he turned toward the woman lying open and ready on the bed. “God made me like I am and I’m hoping He will overlook my sinful nature.”
“Oh God!” Joan uttered an exclamation that was halfway between a gasp of surprise and a cry of apprehension. The minister’s huge organ jutted out from his hairy groin like an ivory tusk. It drooped slightly due perhaps partly to age but probably due also to its heavy length. Awed by the man’s endowment, the woman murmured, “My Gawwd, Reverend! You’re huge!”
The hypocritical minister
got his usual rush of prurient pleasure from the woman’s admiring exclamation
and he knelt over her, between her compliantly parted legs. “You’re lovely, Mrs. Barnes. And I could equally call these huge,” he said as he filled his hands with her floppy
titflesh.
Julie had been surprised
when she heard the toilet in the adjoining bathroom flush. Wouldn’t her sister be downstairs with
Reverend Gibson? Quickly she went to the
little passage between the rooms and immediately her world came crashing down
on her head. Yesterday when she’d seen
Tom having sex with her sister she had been desolate with heartache. Now, when she saw her beloved and esteemed
minister preparing to do the same thing she was totally devastated. It felt to her as if her stomach was sinking
down to her feet and her knees quaked and wobbled from the shock of this new
betrayal. It was even worse than
yesterday because Reverend Gibson was the one remaining prop for her
self-esteem, the man who epitomized the strength and constancy she did not get
from her mother or her sister.
“Go easy with that monster, Reverend. I’ve never taken anything as big as that
before,” Joan said in a soft, husky voice and
she reached out to grasp the man’s mammoth tool.
“I want you on top, Mrs. Barnes…so I can see your
beautiful face and your sexy body,” and Bill
sprawled on his back beside her on the wide bed.
“Oohhh Gawwd Reverend…it’s
marvelous…a work of art.” The big woman rose to her knees beside the
recumbent preacher and took his upthrust penis in her hands. “Oh God! It’s beautiful,” and she lowered her head, stretching her lips wide open to engulf the
shiny knob.
“Fuck me first, Mrs. Barnes. I want to feel your hot, juicy cunt around me,” Bill said softly as he mauled the woman’s heavily hanging fleshbags. “Get on top of me and fuck me, baby.”
Joan mounted the big man’s
hips, holding herself high, away from the gargantuan pole on which she was
about to impale herself. Reaching down
she grasped the bulky staff and directed it at her gaping slit, cautiously
lowering her hips. A thrill ran through
her belly as the massive organ pressed against her clitoris and her eyelids
drooped, an expression of concentration on her flushed face.
Bill watched the lovely
woman. What was she thinking? How big was her husband? Could she take it all inside? Some of his conquests had found it too
painful although others said the pain was pleasure-giving and became totally
uninhibited once he was fully sheathed.
The faithless wife eased
lower, thrilling as the giant cock dragged the tip of her clitoris inward. A low moan escaped her lips as her oft-fucked
vagina was dilated by the bulbous glans and, holding her breath, she slid down
the hard fuckpole until she felt it reach bottom. A bottom that her husband’s
spear had passed many times.
“Oohhh Gawwd
Reverend. Heaven must be like
this,” she groaned sacrilegiously as her
unfaithful body was filled by the preacher’s cock.
Julie sank to her knees in
the narrow corridor, closing her eyes to shut out the sight of her minister and
her sister. But she couldn’t shut out
the sounds. Tears trickled down her
cheeks as, driven by an unwilled curiosity, she opened her eyes. She stuffed her fist in her mouth to stifle
her shocked whimper when she saw the man on his back on the bed. She’d been taken aback by the size of her
brother in law’s penis but the sight of her minister’s huge appendage stunned
her. Although she’d seen her sister take
her husband’s love tool with seeming ease, the innocent youngster couldn’t
imagine she could take this man’s penis inside without being harmed.
Reverend Gibson savoured
the snug clasp of the woman’s cunt as she slowly enveloped him. He heard the faint click-whirr as his camera
captured the moment and he filled his hands with her pendulous titflesh,
mauling and tugging the marvelous mammaries, guiding his adulterous partner,
and she began to ride him with practiced skill.
Filled like she’d never
been filled before, Joan was in a red haze as the huge snake in her pussy
squirmed wildly, pressing against all parts of her vagina. She pumped and rotated her hips and fierce
throbs of ecstasy rocked through her sexual tissue. Oh God!
She was cumming!
“Yunh…Hunh…Yunh…Hunh,” she panted, Yunh…cum…I’m cummminng!”
Julie fought the obscene excitement that
gripped her as she watched the salacious scene being acted out on the bed. She could feel her pussy swelling and
moistening and, despite her despair at Reverend Gibson’s betrayal of her trust,
her young belly churned with unwilled arousal.
When Bill felt the
contraction of the woman’s scabbard on his throbbing prick and she stiffened,
paralyzed by her orgasm, he grasped her wide hips and moved her. Up and down, side to side he manipulated
Joan’s body and, when she slumped forward he drew her close and rolled their
coupled bodies to be on top. He’d get
her to suck his cock another time. Right
now he wanted only to blast his sperm up into the woman’s hungry womb.
“Oh God, Reverend. Do you convert all the women in your
congregation like this?” Joan’s breathing had returned almost to normal as the big preacher fucked her with slow, deep thrusts.
“Only the willing ones, Mrs. Barnes. But they all seem to be willing.” Bill raised
his upper body from hers so he could watch her face and body while he fucked
her. The pressure was building in his
groin so he doubted he could bring her off again but her
hoped that the one time would satisfy her enough that he could get back in her
if he wanted to.
“Do you fuck any of the young ones, Reverend? Or do you just go for the old married ones like me?
“I’m not as bad as that, Mrs. Barnes. I respect purity.”
“Like my sexy kid-sister? She thinks the sun rises and sets on you, you know? She’d spread her legs for you in a second, if you tried. And she’s not as pure as she’d like you to believe.”
Please, Mrs. Barnes. Julie is a wonderful young girl. She had a purity of spirit that you and I can’t aspire to.”
“You better keep that in mind, Reverend. I’ll have your ball for bookends if you ever touch her.”
Julie flushed with shame
as she heard them talk about her. At
least the minister wasn’t totally depraved, but her sister was. She really hated her. Hated both of them.
“Damn…sorry Mrs. Barnes.
I can’t hold back any longer.” The preacher began to fuck his compliant partner in
earnest with long and increasingly faster strokes as she planted her feet on
the mattress and pushed up at him.
Joan’s body jerked up the
bed as the rod drove in deep again; she could feel wetness seeping out of her
pussy, trickling down the walls of her vulva then wetting the tops of her
thighs each time the cock pulled down. A violent thrill rocked up to the
top of her belly and she groaned; drew in her pelvis--making the cock press
more strongly against her clitoris. Suddenly her lips opened in a
soundless scream; she orgasmed, again then again, jerked her thighs and felt
her vaginal lips closing, hugging on the huge snake that was fucking her with
excruciating strength.
Bill made a high, whining, animal-like sound as his orgasm started. The
woman’s passage was milking him and the hot juice flowed to the end of his cock
in ragged, uneven spurts, gushing scaldingly up into
the woman’s straining pussy.
“Did you cum again?” the
Reverend asked as the last of his lust cream drained into the woman’s twitching
body.
“Oh God. Oh God. It came so suddenly. Was I good? Would I make it as one of your flock?”
“You’re fabulous, Mrs. Barnes,” Bill said softly as he dismounted from her limp frame. “ Maybe we can have another prayer meeting some time?”
Julie’s shame when they
talked about her had become anger. Anger at her sister and at her minister. She was sick with sadness at her betrayal and
the betrayal of Don and of her best friend, Sherry. Could she share her distress with her
friend? Julie wasn’t sure. Sherry idolized her father even more than
Julie had.
Despite the age
difference, the minister’s daughter was Julie’s best friend. They exchanged their most intimate
confidences and Sherry had learned her father’s advice through Julie. The younger girl was less pure of mind than
Julie and, until Julie had shown her how to quench her precocious sexual urges,
she had been trolling for the right guy to initiate her into the dreamed of
delights of sexual congress. Now she
quelled her adolescent libido with her fingers and paid more attention to the
teachings of the Lord.
“I guess I’ll start going to church too, Reverend Gibson. So I can keep an eye on you. Remember; don’t try anything with my sister! She’s young and impressionable and she doesn’t realize the value of what she’d carrying around between her legs.
Julie watched angrily as
her minister put on his clothes while her sister remained unashamedly and
nakedly open on the bed. She was hurt.
Her sister had betrayed her and now her minister had betrayed her. She wanted to hurt them. She could never get even but somehow there
must be a way to punish them for their sinful, lascivious behaviour?
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 6
Carnal Commiseration
Wherein thirteen-year-old Sherry discovers her fathers infidelities and reveals then to her fifteen year old friend, Julie. The two girls exchange confidences and, when Sherry sleeps over with Julie, they discover new delights.
Sherry wasn’t listening to
her father’s sermon. She’d never listen
to his sermons ever again. Not after
what she’d seen. He was a hypocrite.
This morning she had gone
to her father’s office looking for some reference material for the Sunday School class she was to teach after the sermon was
done. She hadn’t been prying but, in a
desk drawer, she noticed the corner of a photo peeking out from a file folder
and, idly curious, she had looked in the folder.
At first Sherry thought
she’d found a cache of dirty pictures that her father had confiscated from some
boy. Then came
the sickening realization that she knew the women in the pictures. Some were close friends of her mother and all
were members of the congregation, women who came to church every Sunday and to
Prayer Meetings. Some taught Sunday School.
Feeling guilty, she
examined the photos more closely. She’d
never seen anything like them in her sheltered life. If she’d just stuffed them back in the folder
she would have avoided the most sickening shock, but she kept looking at the
lewd scenes. It was the same man in each
picture, she concluded, even though his face was never shown. And then she saw the little scar on the man’s
thigh. Oh no! The man was her father. She was sure of it.
Now, as her father waved
his arms and preached, extolling the values of family and Christian morality,
Sherry looked around. There was Deacon
Carter’s wife looking prim and proper, and the young girl almost chuckled as
she compared the woman’s prissily pursed lips with the photographic image of
those same lips stretched around the man’s huge penis. Did all men have penises like that? Then there was Mrs. Wilkins who always had a
sultry, sexy look about her though not as sexy as when she was astride the
minister. Even Mrs. Jackson, the church
soloist was in the pictures, her thick lips enveloping the stout pole. That was ironic. Sherry remembered her father’s dismay when
the African American family joined the congregation. “Why didn’t they go to a church with their
own kind’, he had said at the dinner table.
‘I know they have equal rights and all that but they don’t belong here’.
Despite her shock and
considerable anger Sherry did not feel as betrayed as her friend Julie had
felt. Perhaps she had inherited her
father’s inflated libido because, after the shock wore off, she had been
sexually aroused. Even now, sitting in
church, she could feel the moistness between her legs and she felt swollen
there, too.
Sherry’s co-teacher in
Sunday School was Jimmy Jackson, the son of the church
soloist. As they went through their
paces, instructing a group of ten year olds, the minister’s daughter wondered
what Jimmy would think if he saw the pictures of his mother with her
father. She wouldn’t tell him,
though. He was a nice guy, in the same
class as she at school, and kind of cute. He was also very shy and very black. Would he be big like her father? The girls said that black guys always had big
cocks. And now Sherry didn’t feel guilty
abut thinking the bad words. Not after
what her father had done.
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“We need to have a heart to heart talk, Julie.”
“Yeah, OK Joan. Here in my room or downstairs?” Julie had
skipped church. She couldn’t bear to
listen to her hypocritical minister and she’d stayed in he
room, sick from the things she’d seen in the past week.
“Here in your room is fine, dear. Aren’t you feeling well? You didn’t come to church with us and Reverend Gibson preached an excellent sermon.”
“No, I’m OK Joan.” Did he preach about adultery? I should ask her.
“Look Julie, I know you think Tom is a special guy but he’s not for you. You’re too young to get serious about a boy and when you do you can find someone a lot better than Tom. You understand, don’t you?”
“If you say so, Sis.” But you
seemed to think he was OK when you seduced him.
“So what do you want me to do?
Do you want to pick out my boyfriends?
And then screw them. Julie was biting her tongue to avoid telling
her sister what she’d seen. She’d get
even, somehow.
“No, not that Julie. I just don’t want you to get trapped like Jennifer did. And because of that I had to settle for being just a schoolteacher. You can go much farther.”
“But teaching is a good job. And you have Tom. He’s a wonderful man.” And you don’t
deserve him. I’d marry him in a New York
minute but she wouldn’t think he’s good enough either.
“Yes, Tom is wonderful. But he’s just a schoolteacher. Too. Not even a High School teacher. You can do better. But you have to save yourself. You know? The best men…the ones with the most money don’t want used goods. Please Julie, for me, wait until you’re married?”
“Yeah…I’ll try, Joan.” How would she feel if she caught me making love to Tom? “Do you trust Tom?”
“Oh yes. Of course
I do. He’s a strong, faithful
husband. I couldn’t ask for more…except…but it’s too late for….” And Joan’s voice faded with the incomplete statement. Why was Julie asking? Had Tom made a play for he? No.
Not Tom. He was a trustworthy,
monogamous man. But the thought nagged
at her. Surely he wouldn’t?
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It was late on Sunday
afternoon when Julie called.
“Hi Sherry. Would you like to…like…go for a coke or
something? Does your Dad let you go out
on Sunday?”
“Sure Julie. No
problem. I’ll meet you at
Stringer’s.” Stringer’s was the quiet place they went when they wanted to exchange
confidences and, even though her father didn’t approve of her going there on
Sunday, Sherry now didn’t care much what he thought.
What did Julie want to
talk about? She’d sounded unhappy. Should I tell her about the photos? Maybe, but I won’t tell her that her sister
is in one of them.
“Oh Sherry, I’ve had just an awful week. It’s been terrible.” Julie’s eyes
filled with tears but there was relief, too.
At least she had someone she could trust that she could talk to. Of course she couldn’t tell Sherry
everything. Not about her father. She’d pretend she didn’t know who the man was.
“But why, Julie?” The younger girl took Julie’s hands in hers and leaned closer across the table in the little secluded booth where they sat. “Did you have a fight with Tom?”
“Worse than that, Sherry. I…like…I used my hand for him again but…but we left the condom wrapper in the living room and Joan found it.”
“She must’ve really given you heck about that? Was it real bad? Did she believe you only gave him a handjob? In spite of
her friend’s avowals that she didn’t go all the way, Sherry had doubts. She, herself, would have.
“I…I think so. But
it’s worse than that. She…like…she
made him do it to her. Everything. She
even…she even let him do it in her mouth.
It was ghastly. I never saw
anything so horrible.” Julie’s eyes filled with tears as she told
her friend about it.
“But you didn’t actually see them, did you?” The cute,
thirteen year old leaned closer to her friend, her
eyes flashing with excitement.
“I saw everything? All of it. I was standing right next to them.”
“But? Like? How? Did they know you were watching?”
“No, of course not. There’s…like…in Sis’s bedroom…the wall…it’s a mirror only from the other side you can see right through it.”
“You mean, form your bedroom? You can see in from there?”
“No…there’s a little place between our bedrooms. I found a little door to get in and it’s just like I’m right there.”
“Wow! Fab! I wish I could’ve watched.” Then, realizing she was being thoughtless, the younger girl added, “I don’t mean that. It must have been awful for you. I’m so sorry.”
“But that’s not all. Next day she did it with a man I don’t know. Not everything. Not with her mouth. She’s awful, Sherry. And Don is so nice. I feel bad for him, too.
“Oh Julie…she’s such a bitch! My day has been pretty bad, too, but not near as bad as your week. But it’s sort of like the same stuff as you’ve been going through.”
“I’m sorry, Sherry…I got so caught up in my own thing that
I forgot about everyone else. Tell me
what happened.” Julie was sure that, whatever it was, it couldn’t be as bad as what
she’d gone through but she wanted to listen, anyway.
“I guess my problem isn’t as bad as yours, Julie. But it makes me mad. I found some pictures in Dad’s desk. Awful pictures.”
“Oh? Like, how were they awful?”
“They were pictures of women without any clothes on…and they’re…like …sitting on top of this guy. You know?”
“You mean? Like? They’re doing it? Having sex?”
“Yeah…they’re fucking.” Sherry liked to shock her friend by using dirty words but she’d never before had such a good opportunity. “And there’s pictures of some of the women sucking his cock. Just like your sister sucked Tom.”
“But? Like? Guys…men like looking at pictures like that. I’ve seen a couple of magazines that Don has…and they have pictures like that.”
“Hee hee. But I know these women. They’re all from the church.”
“Oh.” Julie was shocked.
Should she ask who they were? She
didn’t have to.
“Like, there’s Mrs. Carter, the Deacon’s wife. And little Mrs. Marquis. She looked scared but no wonder. The man is big as a horse.” Sherry continued describing each of the women in the photos but save the coup de grace until the end. “Anyway, Julie, what makes me mad…really mad…is that the man is Dad, the goody-goody Reverend Gibson. And he won’t even let me go out on a date.”
Julie was shocked but not as much as she would have been if she hadn’t seen the minister having sex with Joan.
“It’s late, Julie.
Almost five o’clock. Do you
think…like…could I sleep over tonight?” Sherry had slept over at Julie’s place several times
and, for both of them, it was a wonderful opportunity to talk. Tonight seemed like a time when they needed
another such chance.
“If your parents say it’s all right, I know that Joan and Don will agree. Joan’s trying to make peace with me so she’ll likely agree to almost anything except for me to go all the way with a guy.”
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Three hours later Julie was showing Sherry the little viewing corridor. “It’s a good thing it only shows that way,” Sherry whispered. “If it showed your room then Don could watch you playing with yourself.”
“He wouldn’t! Not even if he could!” and then she giggled, “But I think I’d like to have him watch me.”
“You’re awful, Julie. Maybe he’d take pictures like somebody did of Dad…or maybe he took them himself? Have you seen them do it? I mean Mr. Barnes and your sister?”
Uh…Yeah…once,” and Julie flushed with embarrassment. She had been shocked by what Sherry had told her about the photos. But she still hadn’t told Julie that her father was the unidentified man who’d had sex with Joan. “I guess it’s OK to tell you, Sherry. The second guy Sis did it with was your father.”
“Hee hee…I already know that. She was in one of the pictures. Do you think…maybe we could watch Mr. Barnes do your sister tonight?”
“You’re worse than me, Sherry. But they don’t do it every night, you know. As near as I can tell from what I hear through the wall it’s more like two or three times a week. But if we’re real quiet we can take a look.”
This wasn’t one of the
nights. The two girls watched Joan
undress and go to bed and, a short while later, a
somewhat inebriated Don joined her.
Disappointed, they undressed and got into bed together.
Both of the girls had
become more accepting of their respective betrayals during the evening when
they could talk. In bed, however, with the
lights out, it was different. Julie’s
mind kept replaying images of Tom having sex with her sister and she hurt. Sherry kept remembering the photos and she
was not only hurt by her father’s unfaithfulness to her mother but she was also
vaguely aroused by the lewdness of what she’d seen. It was natural, therefore, that the two girls
snuggled closer for comfort.
Julie was wearing flimsy,
baby doll pajamas but Sherry, in her rush to get away from home, had forgotten
sleepwear. She wore only one of Julie’s
t-shirts and no panties. This wasn’t a
conscious decision but a psychiatrist would probably attribute it to an
underlying desire for what was about to happen.
And he’d probably be right.
The girls lay side by side
at first. They may even have dozed, but
not for long. Sometime during the first
while Julie became conscious of the fact that she was lying on her side and
Sherry was too. Their upper arms were
draped over each other’s body and Julie’s thigh was between Sherry’s legs,
pressed up against her lightly furred muff.
“Are you awake, Julie?”
Sherry’s whisper was so soft that if
she’d been asleep, Julie wouldn’t have heard it.
“Uh,
yeah…barely.”
“Have you
ever? Like? Has anyone ever touched you? You know?
Down there?” and the younger girl pushed against the other girl’s leg.
“Uh?
No?” Julie was suddenly
conscious of wetness against her thigh as he friend continued to move against
her.
“I’ve never been
kissed, Julie. Not a real kiss. Will you show me how you kiss Tom?” The thirteen year old knew right then where she
wanted to go. She snuggled closer,
feeling her friend’s big, firm tit-mounds against her more modest breasts.
Julie
needed no more prompting. Her mouth covered Sherry’s and her tongue
pushed between her soft lips and into her warm, moist mouth. Neither girl knew anything about Sapphic sex
but instinct guided them.
Sherry rolled onto her
back, her arms both around her girlfriend but, in so doing, she lost the
delightful pressure of Julie’s thigh between her legs. But the thirteen year old understood what was
happening as her friend’s hand moved under her t-shirt against her bare
flesh. As the hand moved lower, Sherry’s
senses focused on the light touch of Julie’s young fingers as she caressed the
smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her
vagina felt heavenly as she anticipated that longed for touch between her
legs. The fingers drifted slowly closer,
moving from her thighs to just above her clitoris, moving so gently around the
outside of her pussy as Julie teased, aroused and excited her, promising to
touch her very centre in a way that nobody had ever touched her before. Sherry thought she would scream any minute as
her need to feel her girlfriend's fingers on her swollen clitoris overtook all
rationality she may have possessed.
The younger girl had
really initiated the intimacy but now, as her friend’s fingers teased her, her
juvenile loins were gripped by a ravenous hunger. She moaned and her breath came in ragged sobs
as she grabbed Julie’s hand and pulled it hard up between her legs.
Julie knew what she was
doing. She’d never done it before,
except to herself, but she knew what she liked, knew where to touch. She fondled her young friend’s soft, swollen
labia, touching the hard, slick nub of her clit with increasing frequency with
more pressure each time.
“Julie! Yesss!” Sherry let out a
gargled groan as new sensations flooded her body. Her hips bucked violently and she pushed
herself high off the bed, maximizing the force against her throbbing clit.
Sensing the final hill, Julie pushed her fingers hard against the slippery button and thrilled to her younger friend’s gasps and cries of release. “Was that as good as it sounded?” Julie caressed Sherry’s twitching body with gentle, open-handed strokes.
“Oh Julie. Oohhh yesss. It was never so good before. Does Tom do that for you?”
“Nobody’s ever done that for me, Sherry. Will you?”
More than half drunk but
unable to sleep, Don had crawled out of bed, leaving Joan sleeping
soundly. It was wrong, he knew, but his
inhibitions and maybe his morals too were relaxed by drink. He made his way to the garage and the other
entrance to the secret corridor.
The
room was too dark to see much but Don saw enough to know what was going
on. The little night light in the outlet
next to the bed revealed his sister-in-law naked and on her back. The other girl was sort of kneeling beside
her, her luscious, young buttocks naked to his view. And she seemed to be kissing Julie’s breasts
while her hand was between Julie’s widespread legs and the older girl was
panting and moaning in what was undoubtedly sexual transport. Don’s prick sprang to instant erection. What would it be like to fuck a young
girl? Either one of
them.
Julie
writhed in ecstasy. Hot, electric
thrills shot through her loins. Huge
waves of sensation washed over her belly.
Her friend’s fingers found all the secret places only it was
better. Oohhh God! It was heaven.
Hee hee…I guess we’re lesbians, eh?” Sherry was again snuggled close to Julie’s naked body. “Did you come as hard as me?”
“We’re awful, Sherry. But maybe now I know how to stay pure like Joan wants. Except I don’t want to do what Joan wants. But it wasn’t ever as good as that before. I’m exhausted.”
Neither girl had any
trouble sleeping. Don, however,
did. But, somehow, his big-breasted,
compliant wife was not what he hungered for so he didn’t disturb her.
In the morning the girls
had to get ready for school but, before they did, they each vowed secrecy and
pledged to meet after school. They both
had plans but they needed to discuss them with each other.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 7
Building Eileen’s Self-Esteem
Wherein
the good Reverend Gibson aids his corpulent fourteen-year-old parishioner,
Eileen, by expanding both her self-esteem and a previously unused portion of
her anatomy.
Eileen Carter was depressed. Sad and depressed. What was wrong with her? She couldn’t stop eating and there was another hunger that the fat, fourteen year old girl couldn’t assuage with food. And now her mother was angry with her. ‘It’s a sin!’ she’d yelled after she caught Eileen masturbating. ‘You’re sick! You’re fat and lazy and now you’re a sinner, too.” Eileen didn’t know what to do or who to turn to.
Her mother had been right about one thing. Eileen was fat. Obese. She couldn’t stand to look at herself in the mirror she was so fat. And she didn’t have any friends, nobody she could talk to about her problems. If only she was prettier and smarter and a more worthwhile person. Maybe then she wouldn’t eat all the time and every night put her hand down between her legs. After her mother caught her doing it and told her it was a sin, she’d tried to stop. She’d really tried, but every night she ended up promising herself that she’d stop tomorrow. And that was as effective as her promises to go on a diet tomorrow.
Today in church she’d watched and listened to Reverend Gibson. He was such a good man, big and handsome and he knew so much about what God wanted, expected from people. Maybe Reverend Gibson could help her?
With one hand Eileen squeezed her soft breasts and rubbed her hard nipples. Her other had was down between her legs and, although they were spread wide, the fleshy, fat thighs still touched. She felt the familiar warmth growing as hot tingles radiated out from her bulging vulva and her hard nipples to coalesce, like coals in a furnace, in her rotund belly. Was this really a sin? Did God care?
After the fire had abated, after that moment of sinful bliss, Eileen resolved that she’d go to Reverend Gibson tomorrow. Right after school. He could help her, she was sure. He could tell her if she was sinning and, if she was, he could help her to stop.
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Joan was upset, upset and angry. When she’d met Tom in the hallway he’d greeted her with a friendly smile, “Good morning, Mrs. Barnes.” But she saw reflected in the parabolic mirror above her the way he grinned at the boy with him and nudged him with his elbow. The little bastard had told. He’d told the boy with him that they’d had sex. Oh God. If word got out she’d be in trouble. Why couldn’t the little bastard keep his mouth shut? Maybe he’d have got some more if he had.
Joan couldn’t hear what Tom was saying but it would have
confirmed her suspicion. “Honest,
Ken. She was like a vacuum cleaner. I bet Sally never sucked cock like Mrs.
Barnes does. And I didn’t have to wear a
safe or nothin’. She asked me to fuck her
and she let me cum in her mouth.”
Mrs. Barnes didn’t hear the description of her performance but Eileen did. She was walking behind the boys and, after what she heard; she turned to look back at the teacher. He must be lying. Mrs. Barnes always goes to church and she’s married and she’s too old for Tom. He must be lying, mustn’t he? Did women…girls really suck guys’ cocks? She shuddered with revulsion at the thought.
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Bill Gibson studied his photo collection, especially the picture of Joan Barnes. Great tits and a 7.5 on his fuck-scale. Only virgins rated higher than 8 and, since he’d been scared away from the young teens, 8 was as high as Joan could have scored. The Carter woman was his last 8 and she had been a surprise. A lot of pent-up desires in that one. She said she’d never cheated or sucked cock before and Bill believed her.
Damn, he said to himself when he heard a faint knock on the door. Usually on Monday he had his office to himself. People didn’t seem to need extra counseling or whatever on that day. Maybe his sermons did some good?
“Come in. The door
is unlocked.”
What was she going to say to him? How could she ask? Eileen opened the door timidly and entered the parson’s office. “Uh, Reverend Gibson, sir, I’m sorry to bother you,” she stammered, looking around the office. It wasn’t a large room and it was crowded with furniture. There was a plain, straight chair in front of the solid looking, wooden desk, a sturdy, wood rocking chair to the left of the desk and to the right, against the wall, was a futon. His cherry-picking platforms, the minister called then in his lewder moments since he’d plucked at least one cherry on each of the furniture items.
“That’s all right, Eileen. That’s why I’m here. How can I help you, my dear?” My, she was a pretty girl, the Reverend thought as he motioned her to sit in the straight chair. Eileen had a round face, big eyes and a small, pouty, full-lipped mouth. .
“Uh, Reverend Gibson, sir…it’s…like…it makes me embarrassed?” Eileen blushed and stammered and tried to figure out what she was going to ask him. She couldn’t just blurt out her question, ‘is masturbating a sin, could she?
“There’s no need
to be embarrassed, my dear. God has sent
you here for guidance from me so just go ahead and tell me what’s bothering
you.”
“Well…nobody likes me, Reverend Gibson. Because I’m so fat and ugly and not very smart and all that…and I get lonesome. And I sin.” There. She’d said it. Well, almost.
“Don’t talk like that, Eileen. You’re a beautiful girl. And you’re very intelligent, too. I’ve heard about what a good teacher you are in Sunday school.” She’d be a heartbreaker if she took off some weight. She’s really pretty. I wonder if she has any of her mother’s fire?
“But
Sir? They make fun of me and call me names and
stuff? They don’t like me. I know they don’t.”
“I’m sure that
they like you…most of them. And I
understand why you might be mad at them, but that’s not a sin.”
“No…it’s not that,
Reverend. It’s just…like…I do
stuff…because they treat me that way. I
do stuff that Mom says is a sin?”
“Come,
Eileen. Let’s sit over here and we can
talk better.” The minister moved over to the futon and
Eileen followed him hesitantly. Just
before sitting down, Bill opened the door and flipped the little sign from
‘Reverend Gibson is IN’ to Reverend Gibson is OUT’, and then locked the
door. He went also to his desk and
activated the strategically placed camera to record what he hoped was about to happen.
This
pretty although very fat, young girl was only fourteen years old and Bill had
vowed to stay away from the young stuff.
There were, however, mitigating circumstances in this case or, more
accurately, the unprincipled preacher believed he could protect himself from
exposure. It had been more than a year
since he had last savoured the heavenly clasp of a young girl’s vagina on his
oversized member and it was even longer since he had enjoyed that special triumph
that came from devirginating a girl.
This one, he suspected, was both virgin and vulnerable.
“Now Eileen, tell
me everything. I don’t believe things
are as bad as you think they are. I’m
sure, no matter what you hear them say, that people, boys especially, see that
you’re very pretty and very nice.”
“Oh
Reverend Gibson. I’m not!
Not pretty…like…you know that.” But, despite her words, the
girl felt a special warmth from the compliment and it
made her like her minister even more.
“But you are
pretty, my dear. Beautiful. You have lovely big eyes and your mouth is
perfect.” Perfect for cocksucking, he thought lecherously. “ You really are lovely, Eileen.”
“You’re just
saying that, Sir. And anyway, I’m too
fat and I can’t stop eating.” Eileen already felt better
about herself that she had for years.
Even if he was just saying it to make her feel better, she liked hearing
it.
“A lot of
men…guys… like women who are full-bodied, Eileen. They won’t think you’re fat, just
comfortable. I like girls who are your
size. I think they are the only real
women.” At least this one didn’t remind him of his slender
daughter.
“Is that
true? Really?” Eileen wanted very much to believe him.
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t, my dear. There was a famous artist, Rubens, who
painted only women with bodies like yours.
His work was and is very popular because men like full-bodied women. You
ought to feel better about yourself. God
made you like you are so you’re insulting Him when you feel the way you
do.” Fucking her would be like when he was a kid and made
up pretend women from pillows. The more
he thought about it, the hornier Bill became.
“But no matter how you
feel, Eileen, being full-bodied isn’t a sin.
I don’t know what your mother was thinking?”
“Oh
Sir! It wasn’t that. It was…like…she caught me doing
something.” Eileen’s cheeks reddened
with embarrassment. Could she tell him?
“Oh? What were you doing, Eileen? Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s what I think it was, it wasn’t a
sin.”
“But…Oh
Sir? I was…I touched myself. You know?
Down there?” The discomfited young girl
indicated her lower body without actually pointing.
“That’s perfectly
normal, my dear. God expects you to do
that so you can preserve your chastity.”
He had
to be careful about what he said. He
wanted to make her feel better about herself but not too much. Her low self-esteem increased her
vulnerability to his lecherous goal and he wanted to preserve that advantage.
“But?
Like? The Bible says that what
Onan did was a sin?”
“Yes, Eileen. But Onan was a man…and he was married. What he did was a sin for a married man but
it’s not a sin for a woman.”
“But…why?” Eileen wanted to believe her minister but what he was saying
seemed somehow inconsistent.
“Do you know how
babies are made, my dear?”
“Uh,
yeah…Sorta?”
“Well, Eileen, a
married man is supposed to place his seed in his wife’s body, not on the
ground. That was needed to ensure that
Eileen
felt better already. Her minister was
telling her that what she did was normal.
Did he really mean it that some men liked full-bodied women? She like the way he said full-bodied instead
of fat.
“Perhaps it would help if you showed me what
you do?”
“Oh
Reverend Gibson? You mean?
Oh, I couldn’t?”
“That’s all right,
Eileen. It was just a thought. Sometimes it’s better to be open about
things…to know exactly how God would feel about what you’re doing.”
The
pretty girl looked down at her lap, or at least at what she had for a lap which
was mainly a roll of flesh, covered of course by her loose fitting sweater and
kilt-style skirt. She jumped nervously
when the minister placed a hand on her thigh.
“I do want to help
you, Eileen.” Bill’s voice was cool and stern now. “But
you will have to cooperate.” He caressed her broad thigh
outside the woolen kilt, wondering how far he was going to get with this girl.
“Oh yes, Reverend
Gibson…I want your help…need it.” Was he telling her
that to cooperate she had to show him what she did? She looked up at him timidly. “Do
I have to show you?”
“No,
my dear.” The minister’s voice was softer and gentler now. “It’s
just that the more I know about your concerns, the better I can guide you in
God’s ways. But you don’t have to?”
The
naïve fourteen-year-old girl detected a note of uncertainty about her in her
minister’s voice and she asked timorously, “Will you turn off the light, Sir?”
Bill
turned off the overhead light but left on the small desk lamp and, while he was
doing this, Eileen unfastened the clasp of her kilt.
“You’ll feel
better, my dear…after you share what you do.
Don’t be shy or nervous.
Remember, I’m your minister.”
The
man’s voice was deep and soothing and Eileen, after opening the front of her
kilt, lifted her big ass enough to pull down her panties. She was glad that she’d showered and changed
clothes after school, before she came here.
Could she ask him to turn off that other light?
Bill
watched the girl shyly push her hand between her fat thighs and saw that she
was having some difficulty. “Do you usually sit when you do this,
Eileen?”
“Uh,
no? I’m usually in bed?”
“Just
a moment, my dear. Get up and we can make you more comfortable.”
The
young teen stood while her minister opened up the futon and then, guided by his
gentle hands, she lay down on her back.
No words were spoken as she spread her stout legs apart and placed her
hand between them. She was acutely
conscious of the man’s hand on her naked thigh and, as her fingers probed
between the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt, she wanted to feel his touch on her,
too.
“Do you touch
yourself anywhere else, Eileen?” The lecherous reverend was
wondering what the loose-fitting sweater hid.
“Uh…yeah?” The fourteen-year-old girl had her eyes
half-closed as if that would hide her partial nakedness but, as her fingers
prodded her pulpy cuntflesh she thrilled guiltily as much to the fact that her
minister was watching as she did from the touch on her sensitive sex. “I
squeeze…like… I put my other hand here?”
“You should do
that too, my dear. I’ll help you,” and with the Eileen’s
compliant assistance Bill pulled up her sweater around her neck and opened her
brassiere. The girl was now essentially
naked and, as her hand moved to one of her fat, pendulous breasts her minister
looked lecherously at her corpulent body.
Eileen’s
breasts were voluminous, two elongated fleshbags that sagged down and to her
sides. They were capped with
saucer-sized aureoles and stubby nipples projected out from their centers. Her belly was round and, like everything else
about her, jiggly. Her navel looked like
a little hole, a bull’s-eye in the center of her big, fleshy body. Below it, below the tire of meat around her
middle and between her thick, fat thighs, her hand covered the randy preacher’s
target.
“My, you’re
lovely, Eileen. Rubens would definitely
have wanted you for a model, my dear.” Bill slipped
his left hand under one of her pendulous fleshbags and hefted it. His right hand remained on her thigh although
he was moving it slowly higher; closer to where her own hand was probing her
throbbingly excited sex. “When you do this…masturbate…what do you
think of, Eileen? Do you imagine that
you are with a man?”
“No…yes…oh
Sir? I can’t tell you.” What would he think of her if she told him of all the awful
things she thought about? What was his
like? His cock? She couldn’t tell him that she knew all the
words and imagined that somebody, sometimes him, her own minister, was doing
those things to her.
“Don’t be ashamed,
Eileen.” Bill’s fingers were stroking the crevice where her
thigh met her hip, almost touching where her hand covered her naked vulva. “God
made us the way we are, my dear. We all
do what you do I’m sure… Tell me, my dear…what do you think of?”
“Uh…Reverend…” Eileen gasped when her
minister’s fingers slipped under hers to contact the sensitive cuntflesh. What was he doing? “I…I…Oh Sir? I
pretend I’m…sinning…Sirrr?” The girl uttered another
sharp gasp when she felt the man’s fingers brush over her puffy sex.
“That’s all right,
my dear. You can pretend whatever you
want to…God expects you to.” Bill placed his hand over
the girl’s and guided her although she needed no guidance.
The
trusting fourteen-year-old girl was in a sensual dream world. Her minister was her husband and his cock was
teasing her cunt. She dug her fingers
into the hot mouth, imagining that he was starting to fuck her. The mental images that flooded her
sex-saturated psyche were enhanced by her silent mouthing of the words, the
forbidden, dirty words. She was warm and
tingly all over, savouring the warm sensations in her breasts and belly as her
minister mauled her soft breasts and then, when his fingers replaced hers on
her sensitive cunt, her broad hips arched upwards. Paralyzing, electric thrills washed over her
pulsating loins and she gasped and panted through a momentous climax.
“There, my dear…do
you feel better now? Has this helped you
to resist temptation?” The scheming minister moved
his hand away from her soft, wet pussy and squeezed and caressed her corpulent
hips and belly as the girl lay there twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Oh Sir…Reverend
Gibson…Oohhh yesss,” she sighed, her whole being suffused by a feeling of satisfied
well-being.
“That’s the way
God made us, Eileen. Does this still
bother you?” Bill dipped a finger into
the soft swamp of her swollen cunt and pressed it against her clitoris.
“Sirrr…Oh! Reverend,” the girl gasped and her hips jerked, “Oh Sir?
It does? Is that bad?”
“God doesn’t make
us all the same, my dear.” Bill titillated the girl’s
hard, little clit and mauled and squeezed the soft fleshiness of her ample
frame, enjoying the sensuous feel of her young body. “He
has given you a greater appetite than many others, Eileen. An appetite for more than
food. And you need more to
satisfy that need.”
“But? Aahhh…sirrr?
How? What does it mean?” The naïve teen’s belly was already afire with renewed
desire.
“It’s just…it
takes more, my dear. To
remain pure of mind. I know
because I’m a lot like you. You’re so
beautiful, Eileen. God gave you such a
wonderful body.”
“It’s not…I’m too
fat,” the
impressionable youngster protested but she thrilled to her minister’s
compliment. “Hannh...annh…how
are you like me, Sir?”
“I too have a
great appetite, Eileen. And your beauty
increases my appetite. Do you think you
could help me?”
“Oh yes, Reverend
Gibson. Annh…how?”
The
randy preacher wriggled out of his pants and freed his huge organ. Still caressing the girl’s steamy twat with
one hand, he reached out and grasped her hand, bringing it into contact with his
throbbing tool.
“Hold me,
Eileen…you can help me by holding me.”
“Oh Sir,” exclaimed the
inexperienced teen when her hand contacted the hot, hard staff. “Reverend
Gibson?” Eileen raised her head to look at what she was
touching. “Is this how?” Incited to a kind of lewd
curiosity she stretched her fingers as far as they would go around the thick
cylinder and instinctively did an up-down stroke.
Using
an elbow to prevent the girl from pumping him and precipitating an unwanted
(yet) explosion, the minister increased his titillation of her steamy
twat. “Many women…girls don’t need this, my dear, but you’re a special
one. You need more of this food for your
soul just like you need more food for you big, lovely body.”
Eileen
lay back on the futon, letting her minister’s hands wander and probe her
willing body. The heat of her arousal
spread outward from her heavy breasts and her swollen sex until her whole body
was a furnace fuelled by sexual desire.
When the man moved above big fourteen-year-old girl her hands reached
out to grasp his outthrust staff, holding it tightly but not diverting it from
the intended target between her legs.
The
unprincipled reverend looked down lecherously at the girl below him. Her loose-muscled, abundantly fleshed exterior
did not reveal the turmoil within her teenaged body. From the neck down she could have been a
middle-aged matron who had gone to fat but her pretty face belied that
impression. Her eyes were wide with awe
and her small, full-lipped mouth was open as if she was about to speak.
“Reverend
Gibson? Oh Sir? Are we going to sin?” Eileen trembled when her minister pushed his
big, hard penis against her throbbingly swollen sex. She gasped when she felt the hot tip meld
with her soft, sensitive flesh and an electric thrill shot through her young
loins.
“God understands
what we are doing, my dear.” Bill placed his hands on the girl’s wide hips
and pushed between the soft, fat folds of her lightly furred vulval bulge. “Do
you want me to stop?”
“No, Reverend
Gibson. Oh no. Not if God understands.” And the obese teen opened
her fat legs wider to take her minister between them.
Was
she a virgin, Bill wondered? He wasn’t a
novice at initiating innocent youngsters but never before had a girl been as
fearlessly receptive. He fingered her
clit as he continued to shove slowly into her until almost three inches of his
mammoth tool was enveloped by her soft, fat labia and the tight heat of her
slippery vestibule. Then he felt the
obstruction. Yes. She was unfucked.
“Hunh?” Young Eileen uttered a questioning grunt as a faint ache
added to the stretching pressure within her virgin vagina. “Eecchh,” she squealed softly as a sharp pain shot through her young
loins and she felt herself being filled deeper and deeper.
With
an unreligious thrill of triumph, Bill felt the flimsy barrier tear as he
thrust inexorably deeper into the corpulent teen. Eileen’s pretty mouth twisted in a grimace of
pain as her cherry burst before her minister’s obscene assault but quickly
relaxed to an expression of what could best be described as curiosity. Her devirginated passage clasped him tightly
and he pushed harder, enjoying the feeling from a first-fucked, adolescent
vagina as it expanded with youthful elasticity to enclose his throbbing tool.
Eileen’s
big, thickly padded frame easily supported the man’s weight as he came down on
her. The brief agony of her defloration
became a pleasant ache and then, when he shifted higher above her so that his
thickly veined shaft rode over her sensitive clit, hot thrills spread out
through her loins. She felt as if her
most intimate region was being stretched and expanded by her minister’s hot,
hard shaft and it gave her a wonderful feeling of fullness, of delightful,
loving hugeness way up inside her big, young body.
“You’re fucking me
aren’t you, Reverend Gibson?” Isn’t that
a sin?”
“No, Eileen. We’re fighting Satan. We’re helping each other,” and the prurient preacher
began to pump on his big, young partner.
It was like fucking a waterbed as her voluminous flesh moved in waves
under him. He strained to get deeper
into her obese body, thankful for every inch of his oversized organ.
The
girl wriggled and spread wider, her arms enclosing the man above her. Beneath the thick, soft layers of fat her
muscles tensed and flexed as she responded to the plundering of her
innocence. Her big body easily supported
her minister’s weight and she was conscious of nothing but the Reverend’s
plunging penis as it filled her hungry channel.
Bill
inserted his hand between their close-pressed bodies to massage her clit. He felt like he was drowning in flesh, her
soft pulpiness enclosing him from knees to shoulders, her squashy thighs, her
malleable belly and her spongy breasts surrounding him with clinging warmth.
It
was happening! Eileen felt the glowing
embers of her yearning burst out into a raging flame. Her fleshy frame jerked and jiggled as a
momentous orgasm wracked her fourteen-year-old body and she panted wordlessly.
The
girl’s snug sheath contracted on his throbbing cock and Bill grabbed her
shoulders to pull himself deeper. Her
arms hugged him tighter and her sharp, breathless gasps added to his enjoyment
of ravishing the fat, young girl. He
thrilled to the burning heat in his vitals as his semen blasted through his
genital system to jet hotly up into the depths of Eileen’s young cunt.
Eileen
liked it all. The preacher’s weight on
top of her gave her a feeling of security. She had felt the long, thick
extension of his body way up in her belly as it bucked and jumped and she liked
the heavy wetness he had pumped up inside her.
He’d called her beautiful. He
said that her size was good. Eileen was
content in a way she’d never been before.
“Oh Reverend
Gibson, that was wonderful. But I
thought? Like? You put your cock inside me? In my cunt? Isn’t that fucking?”
“You can’t do it
again, Eileen. Not with someone
else. But with me…your minister…it’s not
fucking.” Bill had felt a renewed lust when he heard the girl
say cock and cunt but he was drained.
“Uh,
Sir? I can feel…like…you ejaculated inside me,
didn’t you?”
“Yes, my
dear. You helped me remain faithful to
my wife by accepting that inside your pure body. Just like I helped you remain chaste by doing
what I did.”
“But
Reverend Gibson? Couldn’t we make a baby that way?”
“It could happen,”
and the
unprincipled cleric had a sudden, obscene inspiration. “But
there’s a way to be sure we didn’t.” He dismounted slowly from
the slack mountain of soft flesh. “If you come back tomorrow …after school…I’ll
explain and I’ll show you how you can continue to fight Satan even when I can’t
be there to help you.”
The
youngster lay limp and open, feeling chilled as the sweat on her naked body
evaporated. With a soft grunt she sat
up, her big mammarial fleshbags swaying and jiggling as she reached for her
clothes.
“Thank you,
Reverend Gibson. You’re a wonderful
minister.” And
the ingenuous teen believed it, too.
The
randy reverend watched the girl’s huge buttock-melons roll as she walked out
the door. This had been a new experience
for him as well as for her. He’d never
look at fat women the same again. Damn,
it had been great. Already he was
looking forward to tomorrow.
He
retrieved the film from his camera and wrapped it for mailing to the private
photo lab, which developed the obscene record of his prurience.
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Vengeful Virgin
Getting Up by Going Down
Wherein Joan falls
in love again with her husband, Diana and Sherry learn more about Sapphic love
and the Reverend Gibson further raises the self-esteem of the fat fourteen year
old girl, Eileen and she services him astride and then orally.
Could anybody tell by looking at her? Eileen waddled home from her minister’s office. Her fat, fourteen-year-old body was still aching from being fucked. Fucked for the first time by Reverend Gibson’s mammoth member. Could anyone tell by looking at her? Her newly initiated pussy tingled and she could almost feel her minister’s hardness still inside. Eileen looked closely at every man she met on the way home. She held her head high, secure in the knowledge that the men she met might not think of her as just a fat girl. Maybe they thought she was ‘full-bodied’, like Reverend Gibson did? She felt good.
At home, Eileen peeled off her panties. There was a large, reddish stain in the crotch. She looked at it, recognizing that what she saw was the evidence of her lost virginity and of the semen that her minister had pumped up into her. Oh God. She’d have to go back tomorrow, for sure. Reverend Gibson said he’d show her how she could be sure she wasn’t pregnant. Would he do it again? Fuck her? She felt guilty but he’d said that some people had special needs, hadn’t he? Eileen took off the rest of her clothes and got into the shower.
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“Sherry? What are you? Oohhh!” Diana cried out when her friend’s mouth pressed firmly between her legs. “Oh Sherry? That’s awful!” But the fifteen-year-old virgin put her hands on her younger friend’s head and spread her legs wider apart as she thrilled from Sherry’s initial oral caress.
It was the second time that Sherry had slept over and as soon as they were in bed together they had resumed where they’d left off on the first night. A bit shyly at first but, as they warmed to the delightful sensations of feeling each other’s pneumatic flesh and being touched in return, they had soon been kissing and climbing the glorious slope to sexual bliss.
Younger by two years but much more worldly, Sherry knew what women did to each other. Nervous but excited by the thought, she had kissed her friend’s body. First her big breasts, then down over the convexity of her firm belly and down to her sparsely bushed mound. The faint, musky odor of Diana’s pussy made her belly churn and then she was licking the soft, wet, slippery folds of flesh.
“Mmmm…do you like it?” She probed the pulpy crevices and then her tongue was pressing on the hard, little bud of her friend’s clitoris.
“Oohhh! Oohhh Sherry! I do, but? Oohhhhh yesss!” Well primed by the other girl’s fingers, Diana’s world turned white as a momentous orgasm engulfed her virgin loins and her legs locked around Sherry’s head as she pulled her face harder into the center of her being.
“Oh Wow…I’m gonna drown,” Sherry gasped as she pried
Diana’s thighs apart and raised her head.
“Was it good? You came didn’t
you?”
“Oh Sherry…Hanh…Oh yes! I never felt anything like it before.” Diana lay twitching and languorous from the
wonderful orgasmic release. “Are we
sick, Sherry? I mean…like…doing this?”
“Not if we still like boys, Diana.” The younger girl flopped over on her back and
tugged at her friend’s shoulders, drawing her over on top. “Show me Diana. Show me how it feels.”
Wordlessly and a bit reluctant at first, the bigger girl followed her friend’s lead and began to kiss her. Sherry’s breasts were modest in size but her nipples were long and thick and Diana sucked on them like they were little cocks. At her friend’s urging her head moved lower while Sherry’s legs spread loosely apart and her trim hips tilted, offering her almost hairless, young quim to the teasing, tempting mouth.
Diana knew now what felt best because she’d had it done to her. She tongued the puffy slit, titillated the little clitoral projection and, as Sherry’s breathing reached a crescendo, she locked her lips on the sensitive bud and took her over the top.
“Oh
Wow, Diana. Who needs boys? That was fab.”
The naked girls lay with arms around each other, satisfied and comfortable in the aftermath of their Sapphic pleasure. They didn’t hear the faint sound of the shutter behind the wall closing as Diana’s brother in law, Don, left the narrow cubicle to go downstairs.
“Yeah…sort of. She’s probably right too, you know. He’s never going to amount to much. She wants me to marry a ‘professional man’. Like a lawyer or a doctor. But I hate her. What she did was awful.”
“Maybe all men are awful, Julie? You know Tom told the guys, don’t you?”
“You mean?
Like? Told them he made love to
Joan?”
“Yeah…all the boys are talking about it…and making jokes
about Don. They say he’s a cuckold. Did you ever hear that word before?”
“No…what does it mean?”
“Like, I looked it up.
It’s a man who has been humiliated because his wife does it…fucks other
men. They make fun of cuckolds and
they’re supposed to grow horns when they’re made cuckolds.”
“That’s not fair.
Don is a wonderful man.” Julie
was sick with shame for what her sister had done. “It’s just not fair that he gets made fun of
just because he’s married to a slut.”
“Well I guess my
Mom is a sort of woman cuckold too, isn’t she?
Like, after what my father has done…still does. But I guess it’s not just men who are
awful. I found some new pictures today.”
“Who? Did he?
Like? Is it somebody new? Who is it?”
“You’ll never guess, Julie. She’s only in Grade nine. Eileen Carter.”
“You mean…the fat girl?”
“Yeah…and there’s pictures of her mother there too. He’s done it to both of them. And Eileen is younger than you are.”
“What are we going to do, Sherry? It’s not right that my sister and your father
can do what they’re doing and hurting us and Don… and all those women’s
husbands and we can’t get even somehow?
Can’t we do something to get even with them?”
“I guess I could tell Mom about my father but that would
hurt her. We have to take something away
from them. Something
that means a lot to them?”
“I guess I could get a different boyfriend…someone that
Joan would really hate. And marry him.”
“Nah…that would hurt you too. But you wouldn’t have to marry him. She’s really after you to stay a virgin,
Diana. If you let a guy do it to you and
told her afterwards, that might hurt her?
“Yeah? But? Like, I don’t want to just…you know…let just
anyone be the first. It’s kind of
special for me so I have to really like the guy.”
“How about Don? You really like him and, like, it would sort
of help him get even, too?”
“But he’s so old?
He wouldn’t want me would he? Because I’m too young for him?”
“Hah! Older guys
really like doing it to young girls, Julie.
I bet he’d be totally thrilled to do it to you.”
“Uh, I don’t know, Sherry? I don’t think he’d do it. And besides, he hardly notices me as a
girl…woman.”
“I bet he does, too.
You just try showing him a bit of your body and watch him. I bet you’ll give him a hard on.”
“I don’t think so, Sherry? But what about you? I mean, what can you do to get even with your
father?”
“All I have to do is let someone…anyone…do it to me. He keeps preaching about chastity, even if he
doesn’t practice what he preaches…I’m going to find someone to do me and then
make sure he finds out.”
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Don lay beside his wife, Joan. He was drained but unsatisfied and he knew why. He was thoroughly ashamed of himself. All the while he’d been fucking his wife tonight his mind was on his young sister in law. What was wrong with him? She was only a child. He felt like he was a pedophile. But, even though Joan’s mobile twat had sucked the lust from him he couldn’t get the image of Julie’s lush, ripe young body out of his mind. Or even her slender, younger friend, Sherry. What would it be like with young girls like they were?
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Joan was in love all over again. She snuggled up to her husband with a feeling of total security. She was fatigued with the glorious, languorous fatigue of total sexual satisfaction. Never again would she play around.
Why had she done the things she’d done? Don was everything a woman could want, except maybe not rich. But she’d rather have a comfortable life with him than an unsatisfied life with a rich man. What if somebody else got after him? She’d seen how some of the other teachers looked at him and she had no doubt that they’d jump at the chance to go to bed with him.
It would be a new life for her. She’d pay total attention to the two people she loved most in the whole world. She’d find ways to keep Don happy, sexually and in every other way. And she’d guide Julie. Her sister was a docile and compliant girl and Joan was sure that she could steer her life so that she could take her precious virginity to the marriage bed.
Joan felt a nagging disquiet about the way the schoolboys were looking at her. She was sure that the little bastard, Tom, had told his friends about what they’d done but maybe it would go away. As long as Tom and Julie didn’t find out it would be OK.
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Eileen looked at the minister’s closed office door, hoping beyond hope that he’d be there today. The sign read ‘Reverend Gibson is IN’ so she was quite sure he was there. He hadn’t been in yesterday and she’d gone home tortured by the hunger in her newly initiated loins and the fear that she was pregnant. Was he still like her? Did he still have that sinful need? She knocked timidly on the door.
The good Reverend Gibson was at his desk reviewing as he often did the photographic record of his lecherous exploits. His latest, the fat virgin Eileen, was on the top of the heap. It had been different. The feel of her soft, fleshy body plastered to his had been unique and the tight clasp of her adolescent passage had been gratifying as had been the triumph of breaking her cherry. But she had another figurative cherry he wanted. Was she gullible enough that she would succumb to the idea he had planted in her innocent, young mind?
“Come in. The door
isn’t locked,” Bill called out when he heard the timid knock. He shoved the photos in the desk and got up
as Eileen entered. “Oh,
hello Eileen. I didn’t
think you were coming back.”
“I came yesterday, Reverend Gibson, but you weren’t here?”
“I had to go out…old Mr. Jarvis wasn’t well and he wanted
to talk to me. I’m sorry I wasn’t here
for you.” God, she was a pretty
girl. Bill’s unruly organ swelled as he
pictured her small pretty, full-lipped mouth wrapped around his cock. “My, Eileen, you look even lovelier today
than before. Are you winning your…our
battle with Satan?”
Eileen blushed and a warm feeling washed over her at the
minister’s compliment. And did he mean
that he too was still fighting, that his appetite was not gone? “I…I’m not sure, Sir? Like…I still want to…you know?”
Bill led the big girl over to the futon and, as soon as they were seated, his hands were all over her. Her fat thighs parted unresistingly for the hand that was thrust high up between them while, under her loose-fitting sweater, his other hand easily freed her heavy, pendulous breasts.
“Perhaps one time was not enough for you, my dear,”
the prurient preacher murmured as his fingers slipped under her panty leg to
feel the spongy softness of her sex. Yes!
The mushy flesh was a swamp of slippery wetness. “And God knows I’m sure that I need to
join one more time with your lovely, full-figured body to exorcise my
demons.”
While Bill opened the futon and went to lock the door and change the sign from ‘In’ to Out’ his fat, fourteen year old dupe stripped off her clothes. She felt wonderful. Her wonderful minister didn’t think she was too fat. He said she was lovely. Naked, she flopped on her back onto the futon, spreading her thick thighs wide in readiness to be fucked for the second time.
“Let me lie down
first, my dear. I want you to get on top
so I can look at your beauty while we fight Satan.”
With a breathy grunt the corpulent girl got up and then watched as her minister removed his pants and lay down. When he held out his arms to her she mounted him, spreading her mammoth thighs astride his hips and leaning over him. Her belly hung down, touching his, and her huge tit-bags dangled and swayed like two big, under inflated balloons. She couldn’t see the man’s enormous staff now but she was intensely aware of its presence as it nudged her swollen pussy. A tremor of apprehension shook her obese frame as she anticipated being skewered on the thick stake.
“Are you ready, my dear?
Is your Heavenly grotto waiting to be filled?”
Eileen didn’t know what to say and even if she had she was so tense and nervous that she couldn’t have spoken. She felt the minister’s hand between their bodies, felt the heat and hardness as he guided his cock to her swollen cunt. Then, when she could feel the stretching pressure in the mouth of her pulsating passage, he was pushing her upright above him.
“Now my dear, sit down,” and Bill filled his hands with the soft flesh of her hips, then dragged her fat body lower.
“Aaannhhh…Sirrr,” the girl moaned as she settled down, feeling her once-fucked passage stretching again to accommodate her minister’s mammoth tool. It felt to her as if she was impaling herself on a thick tree trunk that was going way up inside, into her belly.
Reverend Gibson savoured the delightful, tight grip of the fourteen-year-old girl’s vagina as it expanded elastically around his throbbing cock. When her big, soft ass settled on his thighs there was still about three inches of his throbbing tool not enclosed. The girl’s large, malleable ass cheeks were too soft to support her weight and as her bottom molded to him, body meshed closer to his until her snugly clasping sheath engulfed his entire prick.
“Hunngghh!” Eileen gasped when her minister pulled her down harder and a paralyzing thrill shot through her as the invading shaft pushed past her cervix to a depth not achieved during her virgin fuck. She was completely filled, her obese body speared and expanded by the minister’s gargantuan penis. It felt to her like it was right up between her breasts.
“Oohhh yesss Eileen…you’re wonderful,” Bill moaned as the tip of his cock bumped the young girl’s cervix and, holding her flesh hips, he moved her on top of him.
Eileen was in Heaven. As the preacher moved her forward and back on his firm hips and thighs the thickly veined shaft stroked against her erectly swollen clitoris and sent electric thrills shooting through her ample loins. Stuffed as she was by the man’s massive fleshpole she picked up a rhythm and began to move on her own, fucking herself with his cock.
“You’re lovely, Eileen.
Beautiful.” Bill let his
ingenuous, teenaged prey do the work, lying there and mauling her fleshy body,
squeezing and pulling on her huge, pendulous tits, mauling the fleshy rolls
around her belly and humping up at her in time with her unskilled
movements. “He understands, my dear…God wants us to comfort each other like this…He
made you so big and beautiful so this could happen.”
“Oohhh yesss Reverend Gibson…Oohhh yesss,” the girl panted as the pressure built in her hugely expanded cunt. She was in Heaven. There was nothing for her at that moment but the sensations that filled her, controlled her. She grunted and moaned, her flabby flesh jiggling and shaking as her tempo increased. She moved like a glider-style rocking chair, her big, loose-fleshed ass remaining stationary where it was plastered to his thighs while the rest of her pelvis mover forward and back and her tender, young sheath was reamed by the man’s long, thick cock.
“Yannhh . . .Hannh . . .Yannhh,” Eileen panted. “Yunnh . . .Hunhh . . .Yunnh,” she wheezed and then the fire in her belly blossomed into a great, spiraling conflagration.
“No. . .No. . . Stop Eileen . . .No,” the amoral preacher protested when he felt the telltale twitch of the girl’s snugly sliding sheath. “You’re making me cum…I’m going to cum!” He knew she couldn’t stop now as her cuntal contractions signaled her own climax. She didn’t have her mother’s body genes but she sure had her mother’s lust genes, he mused.
“Yannhh . . .Yunnh . . .Reverend . . .Oohhh Revvvverenddd,” the corpulent teen cried out as the hot thrills of orgasm washed over her. “Sirrrr . . .Oohhh Sirrrr,” she gasped as she felt her minister’s hugeness jump inside her and sensed that he was pumping his sperm up into her again. She froze in the extremity of her adolescent passion as her convulsing channel milked the man’s semen into the depths of her being.
“Eileen…Oh Eileen…I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t going to go
in you…it’s not safe.” Even as the
young girl’s cuntal contractions milked his throbbing cock the prurient
preacher was setting the stage for his next assault on the guileless girl’s
virtue. “I might have made you
pregnant?”
“Hannh . . .Annh . . .Oohhh Sirrr . . .Reverend Gibson?” Eileen sighed, still panting from the exertion and passion of her second fuck. “I don’t care now. I’ll never tell on you.” The girl was totally in love with her minister. He’d shown her physical love, given her thrills she’d never believed possible. And he said she was beautiful. She’d do anything for him.
“Thank you, Eileen.
It may be Ok? But?” She was sitting on him heavily now, a big
lump of fleshy corpulence. He urged her
up and off and she moved compliantly, a dribble of gism draining from the fat
folds of her thoroughly pummeled twat. “There’s
something you…we can do. But you may not
want to do it?”
“Anything, Reverend Gibson. I’ll do anything you say.” The ingenuous girl was his slave, partly because of the glorious ecstasy he had given her but equally because of his words, his praise of her body. She looked at his penis, which was still huge and drooping only slightly after being drained by her mobile, young cunt. What did he want her to do?
“There’s an old
method…folklore…that says that a girl can prevent pregnancy if she swallows
sperm from the man she thinks may have made her pregnant. They say it counteracts…offsets the sperm in
her womb. Do you think you could do
that?”
Why not? The girl
relaxed as her minister again fondled her breasts and hips. She didn’t want to be pregnant. Her mother would kill her. “I could, Sir. I will.
But…like…how?”
“You’ll have to…” and Bill pressed a finger to her small, pretty mouth. “You’ll have to use this…your mouth, my dear? Are you sure? Can you do it?” Her full, red lips were incredibly soft and pliant to his touch and even though her tight twat had drained him, the horny reverend felt a renewed stirring in his groin as he imagined how it would look and feel to have that ripe, virgin mouth sucking his cock.
Leaving the obese youngster still squatting on the futon, Bill went to the small bathroom adjoining his office and washed his genitals. Returning, he took his chair from behind the desk and rolled it over next to where Eileen sat.
“I want you to kneel…no, sit on the floor, my dear.” The impressionable girl did as her minister asked, letting him arrange her position so that she sat with her fat legs stretched out, her back upright. The chair was adjustable and, measuring the girl’s height with his eyes, Bill raised the seat about three inches, then spread her legs apart and placed the chair between them.
Eileen watched, wondering what her minister was doing when he sat on the edge of the chair directly in front of her. This was the closest look she’d had at the part of Reverend Gibson’s anatomy that had been inside her only now it was not really recognizable. The formerly proud, mammoth cylinder of rock-hard gristle was now limp and shrunken and covered by a crinkly surplus of skin. No more than four inches long, it dangled, resting between the two egg-sized testicles covered by their loose-fleshed sac.
“You made it that way, my dear. After I…you know…shot
my sperm into you, it got small and soft.
Do you know what you have to do now…to make sure you’re not pregnant?”
“Uh…no, Reverend Gibson?” He’d said she had to swallow some sperm. Was he going to put his cock in her mouth? She shuddered at the thought but, if he wanted her to do that, then she would.
“Open your pretty mouth, my dear. And stick out your tongue.”
Like an obedient puppet the girl stuck out her long, pink tongue, her eyes on her minister, looking for his approval.
“Now hold my penis…my
cock and put it in your mouth…yes, like that…let it slide in over your tongue.”
The artless adolescent trembled as the hot appendage sort of twitched when she touched it with her tongue. Her minister gave a little gasp and smiled and, emboldened by his pleased expression, she held his limp tool tighter and leaned forward to take it between her lips.
“Yes Eileen…that
feels wonderful. Now lick it…just the
loose skin at the tip…lick that.”
The girl’s gaze alternated between the man’s face and his penis as her pebbled tongue made a slow, licking motion on the sensitive foreskin. A dribble of clear liquid drained out of it onto her tongue and she wondered if she was supposed to swallow it. Was that his sperm? She was perversely disappointed that this was all there was to it.
“Oh yes
Eileen…wrap your pretty lips around it and suck like it’s a Popsicle…yes
dear…and tickle it with your tongue.”
The naïve youngster felt the man’s cock swell between her fingers and her lips as she followed his instructions. It got thicker and longer and harder. She couldn’t believe the transformation that was taking place in her mouth. It gave her a feeling of power that she could cause his to happen.
“Oh yes dear…Oohhh yesss…. you’re good Eileen…you’re a wonderful cocksucker.” The sight of the innocent youngster sitting subserviently before him with her pretty, red lips wrapped around his now erect tool was intensely erotic. Reverend Gibson lost all of his religious façade and an obscene lust gripped him. “Suck it deeper baby…take all that you can,” he urged hoarsely and he placed his hands on the back of her head and drew her closer.
“Glunngh . . . Unngh . . .” the girl gagged when the
bulbous knob bumped the back of her throat and the man allowed her to back away. She looked in wide-eyed surprise at the
mammoth staff with the little eye in the very tip. More of the clear liquid was dripping from
it, falling in a stringy dribble onto her bare breasts and her fat, round
belly. “Am I s’posed to swallow that, Reverend Gibson?”
“It doesn’t
matter…not that…just suck me like before…move your head back and forth,” Bill urged and holding her
head, he guided her.
Saliva
was flowing profusely in the girl’s mouth as she bobbed her head slowly, little
strangled gags sounding from her when the tip hit the back of her mouth. “Shluurp…Urrgh…Shlaap…Urrgh…Shluurp…Urrgh…Shlaap…Urrgh… Shluurrrp…”
she
alternately slobbered an gagged as his cock bumped the
back of her mouth and a mixture of her saliva and the preacher’s juices drooled
wetly down over her chin and onto her bare naked body.
“Oohhh yesss
Eileen…You’re so beautiful….so sexy…your mouth looks so exciting when it’s
filled with my cock.” Bill heard little whimpers
along with the wetly sluicing sounds from the girl’s hotly sucking mouth and
the sight of her full, red lips wrapped around him incited him to new heights
of obscene lewdness. “Your fat lips are beautiful Eileen…You’re a
beautiful, sexy cocksucker…I love the way you suck my cock…don’t stop. . . No. . . That’s
the way . . .I’m going to go off Eileen . . .I’m going
to fill your lovely mouth with my sperm.”
Eileen had both hands on
the thick pole as she leaned in, then backed
away. The strangely exciting feeling
from sliding her lips over the taut-skinned, irregular surface of the thickly
veined fucktool and her minister’s obscene encouragement had inflamed her
adolescent lust to a point where she was a mindless servant to the man’s
licentious demands. His heavy lust-eggs
swayed and bumped under her chin and she moved one hand from its stranglehold
on his thick shaft to fondle and explore the mysterious orbs.
“That’s it baby…that’s it!” Bill felt the rush begin from his aching balls as the girl’s fingers gently handled them. “Don’t stop now Eileen…You’re the best cocksucker ever. . .don’t stop! . . .Swallow . . .Swallow all of it!”
As the preacher cried out the girl felt his mouth-filling cock swell between her lips and her fat belly quaked in fearful anticipation of the unknown. “Gluurggh . . .Uurrghh . . .Gluurggh,” sounded wetly from her as the hot, viscous fluid jetted into her cock-stuffed mouth. She tried to escape the gushing fountain but the man held her close and she swallowed defensively and noisily, “Gluurggh . . .Gluullp . . . Gluurggh.”
Bill had thought the
girl’s tight-muscled cunt had milked him dry but the frantic mouthing of his
throbbing tool was extracting untold volumes of sperm-laden semen and he
groaned as her wildly sucking mouth drained him like a powerful, soft-flanged
vacuum cleaner.
“Are you OK, Eileen?
Do you feel OK?” The fat, young girl had finally released her
vacuum mouth-grip from his cock and she was looking up at him with a strange
expression on her face. A white glob of
gism stood out in sharp contrast on her red lips and he thought for a moment
that she was about ready to cry.
“Uh, yeah…I…I…will that keep me from having a baby?”
“Definitely, Eileen. My, you look prettier than ever.”
“Did you mean it?
You know? What you said? Am I really the best…best cocksucker
ever?” Eileen
felt proud of herself. She was
beautiful. Reverend Gibson had told her
that a lot of times. And she’d made his
penis…his cock get big and hard. And he
said she was the best cocksucker. She
could hardly wait until she could do it again.
“You were
fabulous, my dear. Your mouth is
beautiful and so very good.”
Bill
didn’t exactly rush the girl out the door but he was anxious to get rid of
her. Maybe he’d screw her again another
day. She definitely had her mother’s
libido.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 9
Erotic Evidence
Wherein Julie
discovers that Don has been spying on her most intimate moments and lets herself be statutorily raped by him while Sherry collects
the photographic evidence to punish both him and Joan.
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“I don’t know if I ought to trust you…leaving you here alone with Julie. You’d better not try anything.” Joan was lying naked and well fucked beside her husband while, behind the mirrored wall, her sister massaged her swollen pussy. “God, lover, you stay hard so long. Did I satisfy you?”
“Great, Joan…You’re all a man could ask for.”
“Well, remember that while I’m away. Don’t even think about Julie.”
“Don’t be silly, Joan. She’s just a child…she’s a nice girl and anyway, she’s your sister.”
“Yeah…and I’ve seen the puppy dog expression she has when
she looks at you. Just give her a hint
that you want her and she’ll spread her legs and let you pop her cherry. She’s old enough.” The sated
woman reached out to stroke her husband’s artificially hardened tool.
“That’s an awful thing to say about her.” Don felt
guilty because he’d been pretending he was fucking his young sister in law for
almost an hour.
And his young sister in
law was watching and listening, knowing that what her sister said was
correct. She ached to have him with her,
in her. Why wasn’t he a bit like
Joan? Why did he have to be so moral?
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Julie had decided
what she was going to do. She was going
to seduce her brother in law. Her first
attempt, however, had not been a success.
Joan was away; out of town at a Conference and last night the
ripe-bodied teenager had joined Don in the living room where he was having his
usual nightcap. Wearing only flimsy baby
doll pajamas and a robe that didn’t really cover much either, she had got a
refill for his drink and sat on the arm of his chair.
“Have you ever
cheated on Joan?”
“Of
course not, Julie. We love each
other.” Why is she asking me that?
“Yeah, I know
Don…but don’t people get…you know? Tired
of each other?” What would he say if I told
him that Joan cheats on him? Would he
believe me? Maybe Sherry could get the
photo of Joan screwing the minister?
“No…that’s what
being in love is about, Julie. That
doesn’t look very comfortable. Why don’t
you sit over there?”
“I’m comfortable
here, Don. I like being close to
you. Do you ever…like… think about
me? That way?”
“Of
course not, Julie. You’re my
sister in law…and you’re only fifteen.” Ha! What would she think if she knew how much I
think of her that way? Probably scare
her to death.
“I think about
you, Don. I want to marry a man just
like you.” He’s lying.
He’s getting big. He wants to
make love to me.
“You have to wait
a few years more, Julie. And you may
change your mind. Tom hasn’t been around
lately. Did you guys have a fight?”
“Not exactly,
Don. Joan doesn’t want me to go with
him. She sort of broke us up.” I bet he’d change his tune if I told him what
she did.
“I think it’s bedtime, Julie.
And you’ll find a better guy than Tom…or me.” I wonder if her little friend Sherry satisfies her? Damn! If she wasn’t my sister in law and so young
I’d be awfully tempted to cheat for real instead of just pretending it’s her,
not Joan, and hoping she’s watching us.
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It had been a rough
day for Julie. After last night’s
unsuccessful attempt to get her brother in law to make love to her she had gone
to bed alone and masturbated. But, since
learning with Sherry the pleasures of oral sex, she had ended up mainly
frustrated with an unfulfilled yearning for more.
That morning in
school she’d overheard two boys talking about Joan’s sexual proclivities and
laughing about ‘coo coo’ Don, the cuckolded husband. This intensified her desire to have her
brother in law as her first lover. She
was filled with sympathy for him that bordered on love and giving him her
virginity would punish her sister for her wicked betrayal of both of them.
Julie had come home
from school at noon, her plan already taking form. She’d get Don to drink too much but tonight
would not make any advances as she had last night. Then, when he was in bed asleep, she’d get in
with him and, by the time he knew what was happening, she’d have him so excited
that he’d forget her age or that she was his sister in law.
The teenager’s pussy
swelled and moistened with desire. She’d
get Sherry to take pictures from the mirrored corridor, both still photos and
video. After she told Don what Joan had
done he would let her show the evidence to his wife and both of them would have
their vengeance.
That was Julie’s
plan. At home she took the Polaroid
camera and the video camera to the peeping-corridor so they’d be ready for
Sherry to use. When she placed them on
the floor her elbow bumped a small projection on the blank wall and suddenly
the shutter opened and she could see into her own bedroom, just as she could in
the other bedroom.
The teenager’s
initial reaction was surprise. She
looked at her messy, unmade bed and was glad that nobody else could see it like
this. Then, as she turned to look at the
other bedroom where she’d watched her sister’s sex scenes with Don, Tom and the
Reverend Gibson, she became suspicious.
Had the little door been left open so that she could see
everything? Had she herself been
watched? Why would Joan do that?
Julie slumped to the
floor, her mind in turmoil. No, Joan
wouldn’t have wanted her to watch them.
It must have been Don. Her
emotions went from dismay to confusion to distress. He was as bad as her sister. The more she though about it the more certain
she became that Don had used the corridor both to cause her to watch him and
Joan and, even worse, to watch her in private, intimate moments. She flushed with anger and shame but there
was a warm stirring in her adolescent loins and her embarrassment was tinged
with a strange excitement.
After a few minutes
Julie rose to her feet and went to Don’s bedroom. Was he like Reverend Gibson? Had he taken pictures of her? She rifled
through dresser drawers and then went to the little bathroom where she
continued her search. She found no
photos but, in a box under the bathroom sink, she found something else.
Viagra. She’d heard lots about it from TV ads and Don
looked to be about the same age as the male models in the ads. Did he need it? Then there was a smaller container with some
needles and a sort of applicator along with a page of description.
This procedure requires injecting alprostadil directly in to the Corpus cavernosum (see illustration). This has been the most effective method for achieving erection up to this point. Because of that it is considered the "Gold Standard" by which all other methods are compared. Its biggest disadvantages have been the lack of control over the length of time the erection is present.
Julie had no doubt
about what the description meant. Did
Don use this so he could keep doing it longer?
Whenever she watched he always seemed to give her sister all that she wanted. And now she knew also that her brother in law
thought she was watching him. Did that
turn him on? She saw the little
handwritten note at the bottom of the page: Store in butter tray in fridge.
The last thing she
noticed was a small vial with some little, white pills in it and another piece
of paper. She knew right away what she
was reading about but she perused the document with fascination. “Known as a "date rape drug"
in high schools, on college campuses, and in other communities across the
country, it's being used (mostly by men, according to recent criminal cases) to
secretly sedate and sexually assault women and men. Roofie is dropped into
drinks at bars and parties, leaving roofie recipients open to suggestion,
physically weak, and perhaps most troubling of all, without memory of events
that transpire after the drug takes effect
Rohypnol intoxication is generally associated with impaired judgment and impaired motor skills and can make a victim unable to resist a sexual attack. The combination of alcohol and Rohypnol is also particularly hazardous because together, their effects on memory and judgment are greater than the effects resulting from either taken alone. Effects begin within thirty minutes, peak within two hours, and can persist for up to eight hours. It is commonly reported that persons who become intoxicated on a combination of alcohol and flunitrazepam have "blackouts" lasting eight to twenty-four hours following ingestion. Disinhibition (losing your social inhibitions) is another widely reported effect of Rohypnol, when taken alone or in combination with alcohol.
Did her
hypocritical brother in law use this on women?
Or on young girls in his classes? She shuddered at the thought. She was angry but, although she’d never admit
it, her anger was tinged with jealousy.
Her sister had been more right than she realized when she’d said he
could get her to spread her legs and let him pop her cherry any time he
wanted. At least he could have until
now.
Julie squatted in
the peep-corridor to think about how she was going to get even. Now she wanted to get even with Don as well
as with her sister. Her hand dropped to
her lap as she thought about all she had seen over the past few weeks and,
despite her simmering anger, the images in her memory and her imagination had
an unwilled erotic effect.
She had decided
before today’s distressing discoveries that she was going to reward her brother
in law by surrendering her virginity to him.
Now, as her fingers titillated her sensitive genitals, she plotted. Having Joan see her being fucked by her
lecherous brother in law was still a satisfying vengeance but rewarding him was
not what she wanted to do. Could she do
one without the other?
Yes, the teenager
concluded as hot tingles of arousal pervaded her ripe, young loins. She could expose his hypocrisy. She could use his own devices to show him up
for what he was.
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“I hate him! He’s a hypocrite…a phony” Julie exclaimed vehemently
to her friend, Sherry.
The slender, shapely thirteen-year-old girl threw her
schoolbooks on the bed. “Why,
Julie? Are you still mad at him because
you couldn’t get him into bed with you last night?”
“No, that’s not it at all. It’s what I found out today. He’s a total fake. I think he’s been taking advantage of his schoolgirls…like, real young ones. Using drugs. And I know he’s been watching us…like…when we’re making out and stuff.” Julie flopped down on the bed.
“Are you sure? How do you know?” The thought of Mr. Barnes screwing her classmates or watching her making out with Julie was turning on the minister’s daughter.
“C’mon…I’ll show
you.”
Julie led her younger friend to the peep-corridor and showed her what she’d found there. Then she showed her the little box in the bathroom and finally they went to the kitchen and found the small vial in the butter compartment.
“Wow! Your brother in law is quite a guy, isn’t he?” Sherry had been surprised by what she was shown but, after what she’d found out about her father, she wasn’t particularly shocked. In fact the thought of Don watching her making out with Julie or using a Roofie to get into her classmates was having an extremely salacious effect on the libidinous thirteen-year-old.
“He’s a sneaky,
hypocritical bastard! He deserves to be
a cuckold! You have to help me get even
with him…and my sister.”
“Hee Hee. You’re going to take pictures…you’re going to
record all the details tonight when I fuck him.
And I’m going to show the pictures and the video to Joan…and to Don…and
maybe to his Principal.”
“But? Like, how?
You tried last night and he wouldn’t?
“Hee Hee. I didn’t have a Roofie last night.” Julie’s giggle was more from nervousness than humour.
“You’re awful, Julie.
I like it.” Sherry smiled and
hugged her friend. “But you have to
do the same for me…to help me get even with Dad.”
“Yeah…OK? But how? What are you
going to do?”
“You’ll see, Julie.
You gave me an idea.”
“What? What did I
do?”
“You can use the Roofie.
I’ll use his other stuff. The alpro…whatever it is.
He can do me, too, and I’ll show the pictures to you know who.”
“Uh…I don’t know, Sherry?” Julie felt a twinge of jealousy. She wanted to get even with her brother in law but she didn’t really want to share him.
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“I brought you a
refill, Don.”
“Thanks, Julie.” Don reached out to take the glass from his
sister n law. “I’ve really had enough but I guess one more
won’t hurt. Should I thank you, too,
Sherry?” Damn!
Are they trying to torture me?
The sight of the two, lightly clad, nubile youngsters was incredibly
arousing.
Julie
and Sherry had spent the evening lying close together in bed, naked and
giggling over their obscene plot.
Despite their giggles and their pleasurable sexual interplay they were
not completely at ease. Their emotions
and bravado were somewhat akin to that of young soldiers about to embark on
their first perilous raid.
“Can we have one
too?” The scantily clad blonde smiled cutely.
“A
coke, maybe, but not this. You wouldn’t like scotch.” God, she’s a sexy, little minx. I wonder if she’s been screwed yet. Maybe when Joan gets back I’ll imagine she’s
Sherry instead of Julie. Not an easy
stretch though. Not like imagining Joan
is Julie. That slender, hard-titted body
wouldn’t be the same at all.
“Nah…coke is
boring. C’mon Julie. It’s our bedtime.”
The
bigger, older girl felt resentment at her friend. She was so slender and sleek. She wished there was some way she could have
carried out her plan alone. Had Don
actually used that drug on Sherry’s classmates?
He looked so nice and so gentle sprawled in the chair. She ached with disappointment at his
treachery.
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“Is it time
yet? Will the stuff have taken effect?”
“I don’t
know? It’s been thirty minutes. It says it works that fast.” They’d heard Don stumble upstairs to his room about fifteen
minutes ago. I guess it’s time.”
The
ripe bodied fifteen-year-old girl shed her flimsy pajamas and walked nervously
from the room.
“Huh? That you, Joan?” Don mumbled when a warm,
naked body snuggled up to him. Two days
of the temptation of his lovely sister in law and her nubile friend had fully
recharged his testicles after his wife’s last expert sating of his lust. In the back of his drug-dulled mind he knew
she wasn’t supposed to be here but, as the warm, firm, female flesh nestled
against his erection he had only one thought.
Lying on her side against him, Julie trembled timourously when the man’s hands were suddenly on her, all over her. Her nipples popped to thick erection as her brother in law grasped a swollen breast and rubbed over the sensitive tip. His other hand was pushing between her thighs, forcing them open and cupping her lightly furred pussy. Sherry’s gentle touch and soft lips had her well primed for her brother in law’s advances. And then the overhead lamp came on, bathing the room in bright light.
Oh yes! She was wet. She was ready. Don was only blearily aware of the bright light as he rolled the girl’s compliant body over onto her back and, throwing back the sheet, he mounted her, kneeing apart her shapely legs.
“Yeah, Joan. Oohhh yeah,” Don moaned as he knelt over
the wide hipped, large breasted female. “I’m
glad you’re home.”
The big girl saw her friend moving around the edges of the bed with the video camera and then her gaze became fixed on the huge projection from her brother in law’s hairy groin. She’d seen it before, many times, but now with it poised threateningly above her, only inches from her tender, young twat, it looked immense, even bigger than it had looked to her innocent eyes on the other occasions.
“I’m not Joan…I’m Julie,” she mumbled fearfully but, determined to carry out her obscene plan, she bravely lay there open and exposed beneath him.
“Oh God! I’m dreaming. Oh yes!” The man filled his hands with the girl’s firm, melon like breasts and sensuously milked the hugely swollen globes.
“Nah…no…you’re not dreaming…it’s me…Julie,” the teenager whimpered. He had to know. It had to be recorded. She wouldn’t let him say that he thought she was Joan.
“Oh God yes, Julie. I see.
I know.” But, even had he not
been drugged, Don wouldn’t have stopped.
Not now. The girl’s full thighs
were splayed wide, the groove of her fat vulva yawning open, the lips dragged
apart by the spread of her legs. He
lowered his hips, bringing his plum like knob up against her crotch to nudge
the pouting, pink lips of her virgin cunt.
“I’m going to fuck you, Julie.
I have to fuck you.”
Julie’s gaze rested
anxiously on the massive rod that nestled menacingly between her fat labia, the
large, dangling testicles partly visible on either side of the ponderous
shaft. Her slightly convex belly bulged
and fluttered visibly as she nervously contemplated her imminent ravishment.
Sherry was
excited. She too was awed by the
immensity of the man’s weapon but she leaned in close, pointing the videocam at
the juncture of the two bodies. Her
belly churned as she tried to imagine what her friend would feel when she was
impaled by the long, thick pole. Would
all of it go in? She picked up the
Polaroid and snapped two close-up pictures of the man’s cock pressed against
the girl’s vulva.
What as he
doing? This was Joan’s sister, his own sister in law.
She was a child, a fifteen-year-old girl. “Oh God, Julie. I have to.
I have to fuck you. I can’t
stop.”
“You can’t
Don. I’m your sister in law. I’m only fifteen. It would be rape. Are you going to rape me? Are you going to pop my cherry, even if I’m
only fifteen?” The
girl spoke through clenched teeth, trying to control her fear, making sure that
the video record would be damningly complete.
Supporting his upper
body away from Julie’s the man wriggled his hips, his rigid cock seeking and
finding the portal to the girl’s inviolate fuckwell. “Yes Julie…Oohhh yesss. I have to,” he moaned as the soft, wet
flesh engulfed his bulbous, sensitive knob.
Her big, firm breasts jiggled slightly as the girl’s body recoiled but
it was far too late for retreat.
“Nahhh,” Julie
whined as fear overcame her determination.
“Too big. . .too big,” she whimpered as
she felt her tender flesh being dilated by the thick, steel-hard post. There was a pressure, an ache as her brother
in law pushed inward. Her broad hips
rotated downward, still trying futilely to retreat.
Even in his
drug-dulled state Don exulted at the resistance of the girl’s hymeneal
obstruction. He watched her pretty mouth
twist in a grimace of pain but followed her retreating hips as Julie ground her
buttocks down into the yielding mattress until there was no yield left. There was an almost audible implosion as the
fragile barrier burst before his determined thrust and then he was gripped by
the cock-skinning tightness of the elastic sheath.
“Naaahhhh . . . Haannhhh,” the girl groaned in a hot expulsion of
breath as an agonizing pain rent her lower body. She felt as if her belly, her loins were
being purged with the great object, tearing and thundering inside, sweeping up,
impossibly, farther and farther into her.
He though it would never stop.
Her belly bulged, her eyes widened as the mammoth invader stretched her
virgin passage to capacity.
Sherry felt a
trickle of wet warmth run down her inner thigh, her own virgin body pouring
forth the juices of her obscene arousal.
Her hand shook as she continued to point the videocam, moving around,
looking for a better vantage point. Her
friend was almost hidden by the man’s body, which was now lying
full-weight on top of her, his hips inserted fully between the girl’s
widespread thighs. He was in her. All the way inside. He had to be.
Sympathetic vibrations, little trembles of apprehension shook her
slender frame as she imagined what Julie must be feeling.
Whether it was the alcohol
or the drug, something delayed the man’s climax. The powerful satisfaction of getting this
lovely teenager’s cherry and the intense delight of being so tightly clasped by
her virgin channel were the most satisfying feelings he’d ever
experienced. He ground against her
pneumatic frame, feeling the hardness of her cervix as he pushed past it,
savouring the firm, pillowing lift of her big breasts under his chest as he
began to fuck her with slow, rhythmic strokes.
The pain was gone,
replaced by a feeling of distended fullness.
Julie lay supine beneath her big brother in law as he pumped on her,
slowly at first and then with increasing tempo.
“Hannh . . . Hunh . . .Hanh
. . .Hunh,” she chanted in time with his
belly-filling thrusts. She felt him grasp
her shoulders and pull himself higher above her, the thickly veined shaft now
rubbing back and forth over her throbbing, young clitoris. A hot, jellied feeling pervaded her ravished
loins and her wide hips began an awkward, erratic roll as she climbed inexorably
towards orgasm.
“Yes baby…yesss,”
the man grunted and suddenly
he was hammering the girl with fierce, short strokes. His elbows hooked under her legs and he
raised them, opening her to maximum penetration as his aching, swollen balls
bumped in the crevice of her upturned asscheeks. The hot paralysis of climax swept over him as
the rush of semen poured through his system to spurt and gush into the depths
of the pinioned girl’s cockstuffed passage.
The fifteen-year-old
girl writhed under her brother in law, feeling his deepthrust staff swell and
buck within her. All thought of
vengeance was gone, replaced by the urgency of her need. The wet warmth of his jetting ejaculation
added to the sensations and then he went limp, releasing her legs, his weight
coming down on her and driving the breath from her lungs.
“Nah. . .NO. . .
Don’t stop . . .Not yet . . .More,” she cried out in panic. She had been on the very edge of orgasm when
the man has stopped and now her hands grasped his firm buttocks, her hips
bucking and jerking under him. “Faster
Don . . .harder,” she urged as a kaleidoscope of
light flashed before her eyes.
Don understood. Even as he was pumping the last of his
sperm-load into the young girl he began to fuck her harder again. He felt her aroused vagina clinging sweetly
to his cum-numbed tool, trying to worm itself further around its unbelievable
girth as he raised his upper body from hers.
He felt the twitch and then the compression as the girl’s passage
convulsed. With long, firm strokes he
took her over the top as she squirmed and writhed beneath him in the extremity
of her climax.
The girl with the videocam recorded the ecstatic expression on her friend’s face and the sounds of her climax even as her own libido left her in a state of wanton concupiscence.
“Hannnh . . . Aahhh,” the first-fucked girl sighed as she collapsed,
floppy-legged and breathless beneath her brother in law. “Are you going to tell Joan that you broke
my cherry?”
“Oh God, Julie…Oh no…I didn’t mean to,” the man mumbled as the enormity of what he’d done nagged at his drug-dulled mind. With a soft moan he rolled from his spread-legged sister in law and passed out.
Sherry gave a strangled giggle as her videocam zeroed in on
the scarlet patch on the sheet below her friend’s deflowered pussy, closing in
on the ooze of creamy jism that trickled down the open crevice between her
bruised labia. There was a flick-whirr
as she took Polaroid photos too. “Hee Hee . . . You wore him out,
Julie. Was it as good as it looked?”
“Oohhh Sherry…did you get it all? Did you get pictures?” In the aftermath of her orgasm the young girl remembered their plan.
“All of it,
Julie. I bet Joan will be jealous.”
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 10
Plucking Sherry’s Cherry
Wherein slender
thirteen-year-old Sherry’s acquiescent ravishment is videotaped and shortly
thereafter they observe his visible shame and grief as he realizes what he’s
done.
Julie couldn’t
move. She felt totally devastated. She lay there naked beside her unconscious
brother in law, her shapely legs still as widely splayed as they’d been when
his thighs were between them and his hips were covering hers, meshed to her as
closely as was physically possible.
“You sure look wasted,
Julie.” Sherry looked at the man
lying beside her friend and added, “He looks kind of wasted, too. You sure wore him out. Did it hurt much?”
“Yeah…at
first…but not afterwards.” The girl’s
hand slipped down to her cum-dribbling pussy and gently pressed the bruised,
tender flesh. She felt empty now, like
she had a huge void between her legs.
“You sure didn’t
want him to stop…not at the end. Did you
cum?”
“Oh
Sherry. It was fab. The most. Are you?
Like? What we planned?” Julie was hoping her friend had changed her
mind. Despite the nagging anger she felt
towards her sister’s husband, she had a possessive feeling. She didn’t want to share the man who had just
initiated her into the thrills of man-woman sex.
“Uh
huh. But he doesn’t look like he can do much right
now. I’m going to get the stuff from the
fridge.”
Julie lay there in
post-orgasmic lethargy while the other girl went downstairs. She was hoping that his limp, shrunken tool
would stay that way and that Sherry would not be able to share the unconscious
man.
“I never used one
of these before, Julie.” Sherry inserted the needle
into the top of the vial and began to withdraw the plunger. “I wonder how much I should take? The paper said
that too much could do damage?” The
girl concentrated on what she was doing and filled the reservoir to the 0.6
level where there was a mark. “I hope
this is enough?”
Sherry gingerly held
the man’s limp tool and positioned the needle near its base. She jabbed cautiously, and then depressed the
plunger, emptying the liquid contents into the flaccid, little sausage.
“Do you think
he’s going to come to?” Sherry was still holding the
man’s penis between her fingers. “Wow. I can feel it. It’s getting bigger already!” Until that moment the thirteen-year-old
girl had not really expected anything to happen. Now, as the cylinder of flesh swelled and
hardened until her little hand could no longer encompass its stout dimensions,
her belly churned with apprehension. She
glanced down at her lap and her plump, almost hairless twat and shuddered. Could she take that mammoth fleshpole inside
her? She mentally compared its length
and breadth with her own modest-sized hips and her larger friend’s wide, deep
pelvis. It looked too big for Julie too,
but she’d taken all of it?
Don was vaguely
conscious of the tingling of his tool and he looked through bleary eyes at the
beautiful youngster who was holding it.
What a dream. Another
dream. He felt drained from the
first dream when his ripe-bodied sister in law had milked his lust into her
tight, virgin body. Now the sight of the other lovely youngster sitting there
naked, holding his cock, was so incredibly erotic that he could feel his balls
swelling, recharging. Would his dream
continue until he had this one, too?
Sherry went to the
bathroom and came back with a warm, wet facecloth. Like a nurse, she washed off the sticky
residue from her friend’s coupling with this huge weapon, also cleaning the
matted, hairy base and the heavy testicles in their loose skinned sac. But it was only pride that caused her to
continue. She was afraid.
“It’s sure big,
isn’t it Sherry? Do you think? Like?
Are you big enough?”
“You took it all,
Julie. And you liked it. I’m big enough to have a baby so I’m big
enough to take him.” She squatted open-legged
astride the prone man’s thighs. There
was no way she was going to admit her fear to her friend. Sherry reached over and drew Julie’s hand
down between her thighs.
“Mmmmm…you’re
sure wet enough, Sherry.” Julie fondled and stroked the
soft, slippery flesh. “And he’s hard
enough now,” she added as she placed her other hand above Sherry’s on the
man’s upthrust cock.
He must be
perverted, Don thought as he responded to the salacious pageant. Having his cock held by two beautiful, young
teenagers was so obscenely erotic that, even had he not believed he was
dreaming, even if he’d been fully conscious, he would have proceeded as he now
did.
“Hunh?” The frightened thirteen year
old whimpered as the big man placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down
to lie beside him, pushing the other girl’s nude body away. Sherry looked up in wide-eyed alarm as Don
rolled on top of her, kneeing her shapely legs apart and raising his chest from
her small, firm breasts.
This girl was much smaller
than his wife and the sister in law he’d just deflowered during his realistic
dream sequence. Don grabbed a pillow and
slipped a hand under the girl’s firmly rounded buttocks, lifting her and
sliding the pillow beneath. With his
hugely erect cock poised only a couple of inches above the youngster’s arched,
open body he paused to drink in the salacious spectacle of the pubescent girl
beneath him.
Sherry bit her lower
lip and her eyes bulged with apprehension as she looked at the hugely
threatening projection from the man’s hairy groin. She was aware that her friend had got off the
bed and was now holding the videocam.
She was trapped. Her pride
demanded that she fulfill her part of their obscene plan.
“I’m only
thirteen, Mr. Barnes. I’m one of your
students. Are you going to…you know…are
you going to fuck me?”
“Yes,
Sherry. That’s what you want, isn’t
it? That’s why you’re naked and in my
bed, isn’t it?”
The girl’s voice was
fear-choked and girlish and her obvious apprehension added to the teacher’s
prurient lust. “But
Mr. Barnes? I’m a virgin. I’m so young . . . and you’re my
teacher. It’s against the law, isn’t
it?” Her belly churned with
trepidation but she looked at the camera and remembered her primary
purpose. This video was being made for
her father’s punishment. “My Dad fucked Mrs. Barnes, Sir. He fucked your wife so I’m going to let you
fuck me.”
“You’re my dream
girl, Sherry. Dreaming is not against
the law.” In his present state her
words did not really register in his mind and, even if they had he’d have
continued. His wife’s infidelity would
not have dampened his raging desire for this lovely, compliant
thirteen-year-old beauty. Don
lowered his hips, angling his cock at the fat, hairless crevice that divided
the young girl’s bulging vulva into two plump rolls of flesh. He pushed the bulbous, purple knob against
the softness, thrilling to the warm sensations as her labia parted to surround
his sensitive cocktip.
“You’re not
dreaming, Mr. Barnes. I’m real,” Sherry gasped as the man held
his cock and rubbed it in her smooth slit.
“Don’t hurt me,” she moaned, a sense of panic overtaking
her. She wanted him to know what he was
doing. He must.
Was it a dream? Don used his cock like a slick, thick finger, rubbing the young girl’s clitoris as it peeked out whitely from its monk’s hood. And the girl responded immediately to the direct stimulation of her clit. "Unhh… Umm…Unhh,” she whimpered, her eyes rolling back as the man teased her sensitive cum-trigger.
He sluiced his knob in the narrow flesh-slit and found the greater heat of her vaginal portal. Looking down at the vision of nubile loveliness below him, Don pressed the head of his cock up against her hole and moved his thumb to her clit, stroking, stroking. As he pushed in he savoured the intense tightness of the yielding ring. He had only fucked a virgin once before, the sister in law he had devirginated less than an hour ago, but in his foggy memory, this girl was much tighter. The elastic flesh-band dilated reluctantly around the invading plum until the glans popped past and his cocktip was held in her hotly squeezing cuntmouth.
Sherry looked down as she felt the stretching pressure. The man’s fucktool was like a thick pole and, even after seeing her friend skewered by the same weapon; she could not comprehend how her slender body could ever accommodate its breadth and length.
Don lowered his head and he began to suck on her hard, little nipples, thrumming the rubbery projections with his tongue. He withdrew from the delicious clasp of her portal, and then pushed back in. The sensations for him were exquisite. The feel of her teenaged cunt was indescribable as he continued to massage the sensitive tip of his cock with her hot, slick flesh. At each inward thrust he went just a little bit deeper until his ingress was halted by a barrier. Oh God. It was like his dream of Julie. This was another dream-virgin
The girl was making a tiny little "uff" noises on every in stroke now, and he began to gradually, very gradually increase the depth. The mouth of her adolescent cunt was so tight that her pussy formed a kind of suction. There was no room for any air to get in, her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around his cockshaft, and once the air was forced out he felt a delightful, sucking resistance when he tried to withdraw. It was like her body was sucking him in, drawing him into the hot, wet, tightness of her vagina, inviting the certain ruin of her innocence.
The camera was recording every sight and sound. The girl’s slender, thirteen year old body was bowed upward at the waist by the pillow under her firm, young ass. Her thighs clasped his in instinctive resistance to her violation. The bulbous knob spread the fat, outer labia apart and it revealed the little hood that partly covered her erectly projecting clit. Julie, pointing the camera at her friend’s smooth, young cunt, was remembering her own just completed defloration and she felt a hot hunger again in her newly initiated loins, a jealous ache.
The man’s gently titillating finger and the cock-friction on
her sensitive cuntmouth were arousing adult emotions and needs in the juvenile
girl. Her eyes were open and dreamy and
her fear was now subordinate to her desire.
“Do it Mr. Barnes. I want
Daddy to see you fuck me like you fucked Julie.”
Don, his sex-sodden mind not understanding the girl’s words, gently rubbed her slick, hard clitoris as he pushed harder against the obstruction. It gave slightly but did not break and his heart raced, his breathing short and quick. He felt the young girl edging over the edge of her orgasmic plateau and felt her thighs begin to twitch. He heard her breath drawn in sharply and knew she was coming.
“Yunnch!!” Sherry squealed and her face grimaced. “Haannhhh,” she sighed and the pain dissipated as quickly as it came as she felt herself being filled by the man’s mammoth cock.
“Oohhh yesss,” Don moaned with exquisite pleasure as his cock burst through her hymen, breaking it with a firm, unstoppable thrust. His cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston; each slow thrust a bit deeper than before and her tight pussy gripped it and sucked it. The sensation was pure madness. He was fucking a goddess, a young, teenaged goddess, his mind reeling, almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of pleasure, matching the rhythm of his strokes.
The girl couldn’t have moved at that moment even if she
hadn’t been pinned by the big man on top of her with her hips immobilized by
the back-arching pillow under her ass. She was acutely aware of every wrinkle; every
corrugation of the massively erect flesh through the straining wall of her
tight, little vagina as it plunged in ever deepening invasions of her young
body. Her pinioned frame jerked and she
uttered a throaty grunt when the mammoth invader reached the bottom of her
virgin channel and, with successive plunges pushed past her cervix and
stretched her inward as well as circumferentially.
“See, Daddy . . .Unngh . . .See . . .Oohhh . .
.You fucked Mrs. Barnes . . .Unngh . . .And I let Mr.
. .Unngh . . .Barnes break
my cherry,” Sherry gasped
through clenched teeth, looking directly at the camera. And then all thoughts of revenge were lost in
the hot bliss of her first fuck.
Completely oblivious to any discomfort he might be causing to his juvenile partner, Don flipped their tightly coupled bodies over so that the young girl was seated astride his hips. He grabbed her hips and began lifting her again and again until she got the idea and started fucking herself on him. His thickly veined shaft slid over her clit and the orgasm that had been building within her burst forth in a kaleidoscope of mind-blowing light.
“Hannh . . . Unnhhh . . .Yannhh . . ..” Sherry panted as her lower body was wracked by a succession of massive waves. And then, as she went slack astride the impaling pole she felt it swell and expand within her. “Unh? Anh? Unh?” she grunted as the man’s deepthrust cock bucked and jumped within her, his hotly flooding sperm jetting up into her belly.
Don felt as if the young girl’s spasming, milking sheath was drawing his whole essence up into her and, as she slumped forward on his chest, he made several short upward thrusts to extract the last vestiges of his lust.
Julie whimpered with frustration and jealousy as she watched her friend’s ecstasy but she never stopped the camera. When Sherry rolled off of the man, Julie looked intently at his glistening, upstanding tool, recording its virile hardness before zooming in on the girl’s gaping cuntlips with the red-tinged semen dribbling from the wetly open crack.
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The two girls were in Julie’s bed, their young bodies aching from their initiation.
“Yeah…I hope I did
too. We can get him in real trouble
now. Are you sorry? I mean…like…losing your virginity?”
“Nah…I was going to do it with somebody pretty soon
anyway. And I bet Don was better than
some kid. How about
you?”
“Uh…I guess I’m sort of…you know? Joan sort of got me brainwashed into thinking
my virginity was something special. But
I can’t wait to show her that I lost it.
Do you want to go downstairs and put the video stuff in the VCR?
“Tomorrow is soon enough.
God, I’m beat. I wonder if Mr.
Barnes is going to remember before we…you show him the
pictures?
“I don’t know? Did
you like it Sherry? I mean…like…after he
got it in?”
“Mmm hmm…did you?”
“Sort of, I guess.
Should we show that stuff to anyone?
I mean anyone besides Joan and your father?”
“I don’t know? I
guess he wasn’t hurting us by watching us?”
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While the girls were having their post-coital discussion, Don was waking up. Reflexively his hand went to his penis, which was still in a drug-enhanced state of erection. His head ached severely and he lay there feeling tired and lethargic. Gradually his mind filled with disturbing memories.
He’d never had a dream like that. He must be mentally deranged to have dreams like that about young girls, children. He had to stop pretending that Joan was her kid sister before he did something stupid. God. What had he been doing? His cock was sore, burning sore. He stroked his erection. He often had erections when he awakened but right now he didn’t feel horny like he usually did. It was almost as if what he’d dreamed had actually happened and he was sore from being in a teenaged virgin…virgins.
“Oh My God!” Don rolled over and saw the red stain on the sheet. He felt suddenly sick with fear. Had the dream been real? Was that blood from those schoolgirls? Had he fucked his wife’s kid sister? And the minister’s thirteen-year-old daughter? How could he have done such a terrible thing?
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“Do you think the drug has worn off yet?”
“I don’t know, Julie?
Which one? Hee
Hee. You said
Tom used to get soft as soon as you…you know…jerked him off.”
“Let’s peek in at him…through the mirror.”
The two naked girls got unsteadily to their feet and went to the peep corridor. Don was sitting on the end of the bed, facing them, his erection sticking out at them from his naked groin. He was leaning forward, his head in his hands. They could hear soft, gasping sobs and his shoulders were making little jerky jumps.
“Uh…yes…I think so?” Julie’s heart softened with pity as she watched the man’s obvious distress. She was sure she knew what he was crying about. He must remember what had happened. Maybe he wasn’t the hypocrite she had thought him to be? She wanted nothing more at that moment than to go to him, to tell him that it hadn’t been his fault.
“Huh. You’d think
it was him that got raped, not us,” the younger girl said scornfully. “Is that it, Julie? Do you think he remembers?”
“Oh Sherry. I’m sure that’s it. What are we going to do? I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Let’s go back to bed.
He’ll get over it. I bet he’ll be
back for more.”
“Don’t talk that way, Sherry. Maybe…when we show him…I show him your
pictures of Joan and your father he’ll feel better…about doing us, anyway.”
“I think you’re in love with him Julie. Are you?
Is that it?”
“No…not exactly…but?”
The younger girl was considerate enough that she led her friend back to bed and, snuggled together, they slept a sleep of sexual satiation.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 11
Punishing Promiscuous Joan
Wherein Julie admits to her vengeful act and consoles her
distraught brother in law by once again giving herself to him. Then, when Joan arrives home she is greeted
first by the photographic evidence of her infidelity, then by the graphic
pictures and video of her young sister’s devirgination and finally by a live
performance.
Don had a bad day. His genital soreness and the red stain on the bed sheet left him certain that he had violated the two young teenaged girls. In the fog of his memory he had no recollection of forcing them, raping them, but even if they were willing, it was still rape. The legal age of consent in this State was sixteen and Julie was only fifteen. The other one? Oh God! One of his Grade school students. Sherry was only thirteen! But, despite the sick dismay he felt, his organ stirred at the memories and he felt the warm, burning sensations as it swelled and stretched the skin, sore from the fractioning of the two virgins’ tight, young vaginas.
He’d left for school, afraid to awaken them, and had spent the day feeling guilty and afraid. The evidence of Polaroid pictures had been all over the bedroom floor so, along with everything else, he knew that pictures of his perfidy had been taken.
Despite the guilt he felt, the schoolteacher found he was looking at the schoolgirls in a different and shameful way. Little Sherry had definitely been a willing participant in her own defloration and had certainly seemed to enjoy it. He looked at the bigger, bustier girls in his classroom and could not control his thoughts. If slender Sherry could handle his size, then the others could also. But he couldn’t. He knew that. And what would Joan do to him if she found out that he’d taken her sister’s precious virginity?
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“Julie. Is Sherry staying over with you tonight?” Sure though he was about last night, Don was afraid to broach the subject with his sister in law. Maybe it was a dream after all? He could only hope.
“No Don. Not tonight. We’re both kind of tired.” Julie, too, was afraid to bring up the subject of last night. But she’d have to. She had to tell him about Joan’s infidelities before she went after her with the evidence. That morning she and Sherry had looked at the photos and the video. It had been strangely arousing to see herself being skewered by her brother in law’s huge cock but it had been painful to see her friend being intimate with him. Sherry had guessed right last night. She was in love with him.
“Uh, did anything
happen last night? Like, I guess I got
pretty drunk. I didn’t do anything
wrong, did I?” Don sat down heavily in his
big chair, sure that he’d taken advantage of his young sister in law’s
innocence and dreading the answer.
“I…I guess not, Don.
Not exactly.” Julie fought her timid inclination to forget
the whole thing. “But there’s
something I have to tell you. Something
you won’t want to hear.”
“Oh?” Don
braced for what he thought she was about to say. “I don’t usually get as drunk as I was last
night, Julie. I hope I didn’t
misbehave?”
“It’s about Joan, Don. It’s…like…she’s not a good wife.” The girl had difficulty in speaking.
“Why do you say that, Julie?” Don was thoroughly puzzled. What could the girl mean?
“She’s been…like…unfaithful to you. I’m sorry but I have to tell you. She stole Tom from me and…like…she’s cheated on you more than that. She’s been with…done it with Reverend Gibson, too,” and as the words came out with a rush, Julie virtually threw the photos of Joan and the minister at him.
The cuckolded husband felt sick when he saw the photos. There could be no doubt that it was Joan, even though the man’s identity was not apparent. A hot anger shot through him and, for a moment, he was glad he’d deflowered her kid sister. If he actually had? She still hadn’t mentioned it.
“Oh
God, Julie. Who took the pictures?” Who else knew?
“Reverend Gibson
took them, Don. And Sherry found
them. That’s why…do you remember last
night?”
“Oh
God, Julie. You mean?
Then I wasn’t dreaming?”
“No…and it wasn’t
your fault.”
“I deserve what
Joan has done. I’m despicable,” and Don held his head in
his hands and bean to sob.
Julie’s
heart went out to her distraught brother in law and she sat on the arm of his
chair, pulling his head to her ample bosom.
She now felt guilty for causing him such pain and, with innate female
wisdom, she slid off the chair arm onto the man’s lap.
For
perhaps a minute, no more, Don wept but the girl’s firm buttocks were squirming
in his lap, her full, sweater-clad breasts surrounding his face and, unaided by
any injection, his organ swelled. Julie
felt the hardness under her and there was a stirring in her teenaged loins.
The
transition was smooth and easy. Julie’s
sweater and brassiere were soon gone, her nipples swollen to hard erection as
the man mouthed the sensitive, rubbery projections. Her skirt and panties slipped down and off
and Don’s pants followed.
“Oh God, Julie…we
shouldn’t,” the
man said softly as he guided the girl’s compliant body astraddle his hips.
“Yes Don…Oohhh
yesss,” the
once-fucked girl sighed as she mounted her brother in law. She grasped his hard, thick tool and angled
her wide hips as she guided it to her already moistly swollen sex. “Oohhhhh Don… yesss… it’s all right…we can do it,” she moaned as she felt
herself being entered. Her tender
cuntflesh stretched around the invading shaft as she lowered herself gingerly,
feeling the thick shaft penetrating her, feeling the pressure as her sheath was
expanded.
Don
kissed the willing girl, her mouth sucking on his tongue as her soft, slippery
wetness engulfed his cock, the slick, fleshy enclosure tightly caressing and
soothing the battered pole.
Although
the two girls had thoroughly drained him last night the extreme eroticism of
having last night’s virgin ride him like a novice whore aroused him to intense
excitement. He lowered the back of the
reclining chair and lay back, filling his hands with her firm, pneumatic flesh,
caressing her big, high breasts, stroking the flare of her wide hips and
savouring the tightly sliding clasp of her adolescent vagina on his throbbing
tool.
“Oh yes, Julie
baby…fuck me…fuck me with your lovely body…you’re so wonderful,” he moaned as he guided her
although little guidance was needed.
Julie rocked her hips back and forth, her motions imparting a rhythmic,
squeezing action to her tight sheath. Don
moved his thighs farther apart and the girl slid lower onto the impaling shaft
and its surface frictioned on her throbbing clit.
“Hanghh . . . Ungh . . . Hangh . .
. Ungh,” Julie
chanted breathily as she rode her brother in law. He felt even bigger, deeper that when he’d
taken her cherry and she felt the pressure of impending orgasm building in her
loins. “Hunh . . . Yunh .
. .gonna cum. . .It’s gonna cum,” the girl panted urgently
and then she lost the rhythm as the first waves of climax washed over her
pelvic region.
Don
took control, moving the girl back and forth, savouring the delightful caress
of her tight pussy as she moaned and jerked through her climax.
The
inexperienced girl didn’t know what to expect but an end was not yet to
be. The man moved her on his spearing
rod and, as the tremors and shudders of her orgasm waned, she felt the pressure
building anew.
It
was totally delightful. Don didn’t have
the triumphant feel of last night when he’d felt the girl’s hymen rupture
around his cock but the compliant and skillful movements of her lush, young
frame and the beauty of her flushed face and buxom breasts were the very
essence of ecstasy. He could feel the
aching fullness in his testicles and, when the girl’s mobile sheath twitched in
the first phase of another climax, he arched up into her.
“Hungh! Unngh!” Julie grunted and it felt to her as if the man had driven way up
between her bobbling breasts. And then
the debilitating sensations were pulsing through her and she uttered a long,
soft wail of pleasure.
The
girl’s sheath twitched, and then squeezed and then the multi-muscled channel
began to milk him like a liver-soft hand.
Don felt the rush begin from his heavy balls and up through the
convoluted passages to burst like a jet of superheated lava into the depths of
the young girl’s convulsing cunt. He
hauled her down hard, trying to push everything into her, bruising both their
mons with the ferocity of that final moment.
“Oohhhhh Don,” Julie moaned as she felt his cock buck within her and the
gushing, spurting semen inundated her secret depths. She slumped down on him, her hips jerking and
jittering in the finality of the act.
“Julie,
darling. That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever
felt,” Dom
moaned as the last little spurts bucked up into the now limp girl. “Was
it good for you, too?”
“Don…Oohhh Don darling…I want you for the rest of my life.” Exhausted and sated, the fifteen-year-old girl sat still
impaled on her brother in law’s deflating tool, forgetting for the moment that
he was married to her sister.
“What are we going to say to Joan,” Don asked as he held the
girl astride his lap.
“I…I don’t know,
Don…tomorrow…tomorrow we can talk.”
They
slept together that night, a sleep of fatigue and satiation. Tomorrow they would have to decide what to do
next.
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It had been a long,
frustrating week for Joan and, when she arrived home late on Friday evening she
had only one thing in mind. She was
proud of herself. There had been a good representation
of handsome, young studs at the Conference and, although they were somewhat
older than her previously preferred partners, she had fought the
temptation. She had been flattered by
their obvious attraction to her busty beauty but, from now on, she was going to
be faithful. She loved her husband and
caring for his needs and guiding her sister to a successful future would
satisfy her now.
“Don? Julie?
Where are you?” It was past eleven at night
and she was sure they would be at home.
Were they in bed already? She
crept quietly up the stairs. She’d have
a quick shower and slip naked into bed beside her husband. He should have a good head of steam built up
for her after being celibate for almost a week.
She’d get him to use that marvelous injection so he could make up for
her lonely nights alone.
The bedside lamp was
on and in its dim light she could see that the messy bed was empty. She dropped her suitcase just inside the door
and turned on the overhead light. Where
was he?
At first the red
stain on the sheet was puzzling. Had Don
somehow cut himself and had to go to the hospital? She looked at it closely and then she spied
the white, 4 by 6 inch cards on the pillow.
First she checked the bathroom in case Don was there and then she went
to the bed and picked up the little pile of cards.
They were, she
realized, Polaroid photos. And when she
looked at the one on top her legs collapsed and she sank to the floor beside
the bed. Oh God! It was a picture of her. She was kneeling astride a man’s naked hips,
the tip of his huge penis just inside the mouth of her cunt. A strangled sob erupted from her throat as
she realized that, although his face was hidden, the man must be the Reverend
Gibson. She shoved the incriminating
photo under the sheet as if it would prevent anyone else from seeing it and she
looked around wildly, hoping beyond hope that her husband had not seen this
irrefutable evidence of her unfaithfulness.
Don and Julie were
in the peep corridor. Don had his arm
around his nude sister in law, his hand overfilled by a heavy, globular
breast. Julie had her hand wrapped
around the man’s outthrust penis, or wrapped as far around it as her fingers
would reach. When her sister slumped to
the floor she squeezed the rigid staff and her brother in law’s hand clutched
her tingling breast in a gentle, firm caress.
“Would you rather
have her than me?” the young girl whispered.
“You know the
answer, Julie. I want you right
now.” Since breaking his sister in law’s cherry, Don
had had an almost perpetual hard-on and, as her warm hand stroked him he tried
to figure out how they could fuck while they watched his unfaithful wife. But, in the narrow corridor, it wasn’t
possible.
Tears streaked down
the woman’s cheeks as the knowledge sank in that her treacherous behaviour had
been discovered. Numbly she looked at
the next photo in the pile and a sob of despair escaped her lips.
It was her young
sister. The innocent girl was completely
naked and Joan felt a pang of jealousy when she saw how her sister’s big, round
breasts stood high and firm. And, Don
was mounted above the fifteen-year-old girl, his long, thick cock poised above
the lightly furred bulge of the girl’s vulva.
Joan knew what she
was going to see but she forced herself to look at the other pictures. The sight of her husband’s huge tool
half-buried in her innocent, young sister’s vagina sickened her. And she knew now what the stain on the sheet
was. He had violated her. He had taken her precious virginity. Hot anger washed over her, fighting with her
grief and her guilt to be the controlling emotion.
“No. . . No. . . No,” the woman moaned tearfully as she saw her husband’s
body meshed between the girl’s widely splayed thighs and her sister’s face
twisted in a grimace of pain, or was it passion? It was obscene. Seven photos in all, depicting the young girl
in the throes of wanton lust.
Joan sobbed bitterly
as she looked at the final one. Her
sister was lying legspread and open, the telltale, red
patch on the sheet confirming her ravishment, a stringy, white glob in the
gaping crevice of her labia providing the final validation of the girl’s
debauchment.
The couple watching
through the mirrored wall was also in an emotional turmoil. Don, despite his knowledge of his wife’s
unfaithfulness, ached with sympathy for her even though he had experienced
similar grief when he’d been apprised of her lewdness. The girl felt no pity, only joy that she was
getting vengeance on the woman who had stolen her first love away. And an intense arousal. Her belly churned and she rubbed her naked
hip against her companion. If only she
could force Joan to watch her while she fucked Don? A trickle of hot fluid ran down her inner
thigh as she hungered for the man’s cuntfilling tool.
As Joan dropped the
last photo onto the bed she spied the videocassette on the pillow. With a whimper of apprehension at what might
be on it, she went to the TV, turned it on and inserted the cassette into the
slot.
It was there again, there in living colour. Like the photos only more realistic. Her shapely, young sister was clearly not trying to fight off Don’s assault. “Nah…no…you’re not dreaming…it’s me…Julie,” Joan heard the girl say. Oh God! Had Julie initiated the whole thing? “I’m not Joan…I’m Julie,” she said again. Don must have been drunk? The young vixen must have crawled into bed with him to seduce him. Joan’s anger was no longer directed at her husband but now was zeroed in on her sister.
But he’d known. Joan heard her husband’s strangled gasp, “I’m going to fuck you, Julie. I have to fuck you.” Still, how could he have stopped? The girl was naked and open beneath him. She was only fifteen but her body was a woman’s body. Did men get turned on by youth the way she, herself, was? Joan replayed that bit and she knew it wasn’t his fault.
The camera zoomed in
as the thick stake began to disappear into the girl’s gaping slit. “You can’t Don. I’m your sister in law. I’m only fifteen. It would be rape. Are you going to rape me? Are you going to pop my cherry, even if I’m
only fifteen?” Joan was sickened by
her sister’s words. The young girl was
teasing him. Inviting
him with her gasping plaint.
Julie grabbed Don’s
hand, turned towards him in the narrow corridor and drew it between her legs to
her wetly flooding sex. Her hand
squeezed his cock and pumped it as the obscene video of her initiation played
out on the TV. “Make me cum,
Don…hurry…make me cum,” she panted and had her sister not been so engrossed
in the scene unfolding before her tear-filled eyes, she would have heard the
girl’s impassioned plea.
In the video her
ripe-bodied kid-sister was grunting breathlessly as Don pumped rapidly with the
short strokes of his climax and then he slumped down on the girl’s writhing,
jerking frame. “Nah. . .NO. . . Don’t
stop . . .Not yet . . .More,” Joan heard her
sister demand. “Faster Don . . .harder,” she pleaded as her legs flopped loosely and
her broad pelvis tilted and rocked. The
woman could hardly believe that the flushed, grimacing face was that of her
young sister. Her own belly churned as
she remembered how it felt to have her husband filling her, fucking her.
And then, as the image changed to show the results of their
lewd actions, the bloody stain on the sheet and the excess semen dribbling from
the girl’s thoroughly fucked twat, Joan heard her say, “Are you going to tell Joan
that you broke my cherry?”
“I guess she knows now, Don.” In the corridor Julie gasped as his skilled fingers titillated her swollen clit while angled her broad hips and tried to get the outthrust cock inside. “C’mon…she won’t look in my room,” and she led her willing companion from the peep-corridor to her bedroom.
“Yeah…Oohhh yeah, Don. That’s it,” the girl moaned as her steamy, young channel was filled by the man’s mammoth prick. Her legs rose to twine with his and she undulated with precocious skill as her brother in law fucked her with smooth, firm strokes.
Tears blinded her eyes as Joan saw the last of the video and she stumbled from the room. Where were they? She wanted to kill her sister but, even more, she wanted her husband’s love. She was desolate. Distraught. And she knew that it was her own fault. Julie knew about Reverend Gibson and she must have found out about Tom. In the hallway she heard strange sounds from her sister’s bedroom and she pushed open the door.
“Unngh . . . Yunnh . . .Yunnh.” The sounds of the young girl’s breathless grunts assaulted Joan’s ears. “Yunnh . . . Cum. . .Gonna cum,” and the woman saw her sister writhe and buck excitedly under the man’s rapidly pumping hips.
Despite what she’d seen in photos and video, Joan could not believe that her kid sister could be acting this way. Her own belly churned with the vivid memory of her husband’s cunt filling, hard-plunging cock and her anger was tempered by a womanly understanding of what her sister was feeling.
“Mmmm…Yesss Julie…cum baby…cum with me,” Joan heard her husband moan as he hammered the young girl with the short strokes of his own climax. The girl’s legs fell away from the man’s and she made several gasping heaves as her orgasm waned. And then she saw her sister standing in the doorway.
“Don…Hanh…she’s here,” Julie panted and her body twitched and quivered as she came down from the peak of her passion.
The man grunted as his sister in law’s spasming, young sheath extracted his liquid lust into her sodden depths. He looked to the side and saw his wife standing there, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide with emotion.
“How could you?” she gasped in a voice filled with
indignation. For the moment she forgot
the photo of her having sex with Reverend Gibson. “You’re my husband, for God’s sake Don . . .And you’re my sister, Julie. How could you both betray me like this?”
For a moment Don felt guilty. “I…I…” and he was on the verge of apologizing when Julie chimed in.
We could do it because of all you’ve done, Sister
dear. I saw you seduce my
boyfriend. I saw you suck his cock. And I saw you fuck Reverend Gibson. You’re just a slut! A loose legged, promiscuous
slut!” As the young girl spat
her venomous accusations at the woman in the doorway, she placed her feet flat
on the bed and began to pump her hips up at the man who was still atop
her. “You don’t deserve this
wonderful man, Sister dear. I got him to
take my virginity. He didn’t want to, at
first but I drugged him. And it was
wonderful. He can keep on fucking me as
long as he wants.”
Both adults were speechless at the girl’s impassioned outburst. Joan was the first to recover. “I’ll have him in jail for this. You’re only fifteen. What he did was against the law.” But, even as she spoke, the woman knew she had lost. Her fifteen-year-old sister was fucking up at the man on top of her and he was making tentative thrusts as the girl’s snug enclosure massaged his cum-drained tool.
“You can’t if I
deny it ever happened. And I will. And you’d rather have me than her, wouldn’t
you, Don?”
“Please darling…I
love both of you. But Julie is the most
wonderful girl I’ve ever known. And she
let me be her first. You’re wonderful,
too, Joan but? Like? There were others, weren’t there… before and
after we were married.” He saw the look on his
wife’s face, an uncharacteristic, downcast expression, almost timid.
“Oh Don…Julie…I’m
sorry. I can’t…couldn’t
help myself. You must understand,
Don? Like you couldn’t help yourself
when Julie got in bed with you? Please
forgive me…both of you?”
Julie’s
heart softened when she heard her usually arrogant sister beg. She could feel the man’s cock stirring and
getting harder within her again and her undulating motions increased. Maybe they could share? Don had satisfied her and Sherry in the same
night. And sharing with her sister was a
family thing, the fair thing to do.
“It’s up to
Don. But…like…I don’t
want to give him up. Not
totally. Oh God, Don, that feels
good. Will you make love to me, to both
of us?”
“My
God, Julie? Oh God.
I…I want to…but?” and he looked at his wife.
“You mean? Like?
A threesome?
Oh Julie? Don? That’s wicked.” But as she watched her husband begin to fuck her sister in
earnest, her hungry sex swelled. Already
perversely aroused from the video of her sister’s defloration her belly stirred
at the lewd sight of the girl being fucked live. Could it work out? With Viagra and the injections could Don give
her what she needed and do the same for her sister? After what she’d done to hurt both of them,
could she ask for more? “Oh God.
Don? What do you say? Will you forgive me? I promise I’ll be good to you.”
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 12
Jimmy’s Delightful Dream
Wherein Sherry
collects more vengeance material by having Julie videotape her while she fucks, then fellates the drugged, young African American,
Jimmy.
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“What did she say,
Julie? What did she do when she saw the
pictures…the video?”
The
two friends were in a booth in a coffee shop away from the usual hangout and
Sherry leaned close to find out about last night. Julie whispered the details, downplaying her
own love for Don and perhaps exaggerating her sister’s reluctance to the ménage
a trios while her friend listened and giggled at all the right moments.
“But
what about you.
Sherry? When are you going to let your
Dad see you being…you know?”
“Uh,
not yet Julie. I got another idea. Like…he’s really awful, you know. He had Debbie in his office yesterday…you
know…Debbie McAllister in Grade Six? The one with the big boobs.
He didn’t do her though. I saw
her when she came out of his office and she didn’t walk…you know…like she’d
just had it. But I know he’s going to
and she’s younger than me. And when I
got home yesterday he got after me again about Jimmy. Remember what I told you about how Daddy got
after me for walking home with Jimmy?
Well, last night he was real mean.
He even used the n word when he talked about
him. I think he hates him even if he’s
screwed Jimmy’s Mom. And Jimmy’s such a
nice guy. He’s kind and gentle and
good. And good looking too. I want you to help me do something else.”
“Sure Sherry. I’ll help you any way I can. What are you going to do?”
“Well…like…Jimmy
likes me. I can tell. But he’s awful shy. And if I…if I had pictures of Jimmy doing
me…that would drive Daddy just wild.
Will you? I mean, take the
pictures?”
“You’re evil,
Sherry,” her
friend said with a smile. “But how? Where?”
“You have to help
me there, too. Can we ask Jimmy over to
your place tomorrow? When Mr. And Mrs. Barnes are at school?”
“Sure, I guess
so? But will he…like…do it while I’m
there?”
“He will if I give
him a Roofie. We can skip classes in the
morning and there’ll be time before he has to go home.”
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Jimmy
Jackson was uneasy. He never skipped
classes but when Sherry, the minister’s daughter, suggested they should he had to go along with her.
And Mr. Barnes’ daughter was in on it too so it must be OK.
“It’s just for a
break, Jimmy. The lessons today are all
nothing stuff. We have a great video and
we have to take it back this afternoon.
Come with us.”
The
thirteen-year-old boy didn’t think the video was that special? It was just an ecology thing that showed
pictures of pollution and ways of improving the world but he sat in the
Barnes’s living room with the two girls and sipped a coke while they
watched. And the girls kept looking at
each other and giggling as if there was something about it that he wasn’t
getting.
“You
better lie down, Jimmy. You’re going to sleep,” the girls said as the drug
took effect. He stumbled up the stairs,
vaguely conscious of their arms supporting him, wanting nothing more than to
lie down.
“He’s sure
different than your brother in law,” Sherry said softly as she stripped the clothes from
the teenaged boy. “But he’s beautiful.” She ran her hands over the boy’s naked, black body and, when
she reached down between his legs to gently grasp his limp organ between thumb
and forefinger, it swelled immediately to majestic erection.
“I guess all black
guys aren’t bigger than whites,” Julie said with a sense of pride that her incestuous lover
was bigger than this boy. But, a few
weeks ago she would have been intimidated.
The boy’s penis was probably eight inches long and as thick as her
wrist. As it expanded to full erection
she saw that it wasn’t straight but curved like the blade of a hockey stick,
angling upward from his nearly hairless groin.
“I wonder if he’s
ever fucked a girl?” Sherry murmured as she peeled off all her
clothes. “I wonder if he’ll remember?”
Jimmy
was dreaming. Only it was more a
nightmare than a dream. He’d been
fighting these images ever since he had started teaching Sunday school with the
minister’s daughter. It was a sin to
have these thoughts and now they were so intense that he was in pain. He’d never felt anything as soft as the
smooth fleshfolds between her thighs. And her fingers were holding him down there,
stroking him like a velvet glove. Her
nipple was so hard and rubbery between his lips and he sucked on it, imagining
he could hear her throaty gasp. But God
gave him dreams, didn’t He? It must be
all right to dream?
The
thirteen-year-old girl savoured the tactile pleasures of the boy’s firm, slim
body. His tongue was sending hot thrill
surging down to her belly as it thrummed her sensitive nipples and the
steel-hard sleekness of his rigid cock felt hot in her hand as she stroked and
caressed it. She was no longer aware of
her friend who was alternately videotaping and snapping Polaroid photos as she
writhed against Jimmy’s slim, hard frame.
Julie
didn’t feel jealous, only curious as she recorded Sherry’s lewd assault. The slender girl rose up above the prone boy,
her shapely legs spreading as she mounted astride his narrow hips. The photographer zoomed in as her friend
guided the upthrust, curving shaft to her gapingly swollen cunt slit. She quickly snapped a picture of her open
mouth as she settled down, then videotaped the salacious scene of her
white-pink fleshfolds being spread and penetrated by
the thick, black fuckpole.
“Oohhh God,” the boy moaned as his throbbing cock was engulfed by the tight, hot
moistness of his dream-girl’s twat. It
was the most incredibly sensuous feeling he’d ever experienced. His hands were on her, stroking her sleek
flanks, squeezing her small, hard breasts as he gave himself up to the sinful
delights of his lascivious dream.
Confident
of her capacity, Sherry lowered herself on the thick staff, the friction on her
cuntwalls sending hot thrills surging through her lower body and she leaned
forward as she began to fuck the virile boy.
“Watch me Daddy,” the girl said, looking
directly at the video camera. “You fucked his black Momma and now I’m being
fucked by a big, black cock. I’m doing
this to get even, Daddy.” And then she felt the boy’s
stout staff swell and jump within her and, as it jerked and bucked, she felt
the wet heat of his spurting semen.
“Yeah…yeah…Oohhh
Sherry,” the
boy moaned as the tightly clasping sheath moved up an
down over his pulsating shaft and he pumped his hot gism into her willing
receptacle. “I love you.”
Love
was not uppermost in the girl’s mind.
Her hips rose and fell and the boy’s bow-curved staff probed the
upper walls of her vagina sending new and different signals to her brain. A hot stress gripped her as she felt the
boy’s sperm jetting up into her she hoped he could last until her own
peak. She angled her hips to gain
maximum contact between her throbbing clitoris and his steel-hard, bucking
shaft and her genitals tingled and boiled as her slender hips rode him with
increasing speed.
“Yes Jimmy . . .
Gonna cum. . .Gonna cum,” she panted urgently, her sheath flexing on her black lover’s
bucking tool as she milked his potent sperm into her writhing depths. “Yeah…Oohhh
yeah,” she
moaned and the burning spasms of orgasm rocked her young body.
The
semi-conscious boy looked blearily at the young, white beauty who was squirming and writhing above him, her tight, juicy
inner flesh drawing his lust-cream up into her forbidden depths. “I
love you Sherry,” he slurred as she slumped down to sit, quivering and still impaled on
his burning tool.
Hanh . . . Oh
Julie . . .I hope he . . . Hanh . . . remembers,” Sherry panted as the waves
of sensation left her weak and contented.
After a minute or so the girl began to rotate her hips, the cunt filling
staff stirring her cum-flooded interior with its still hard, teenaged
virility. There was a sloppy slurping
sound when she dismounted and knelt on all fours beside his prone body.
“Was it…like…did
he make you cum?” The standing girl felt
weak-kneed with arousal from the spectacle of her friend’s lewd display. She could hardly wait for tonight when she
would ride her brother in law the way Sherry had ridden her black, young lover.
“Oh
God, yes. It was fab…sort of different,” the sated girl sighed. “But
I gotta do something more…just for Daddy.
You hafta take pictures.”
Julie
pointed the videocam, wondering what was next and she soon found out. Her naked friend looked at the camera, a
wicked smile on her face as she bent over the boy’s groin. Julie dropped to her knees to get a better
camera angle as she realized what the girl was going to do, a belly-churning
thrill suffusing her desire-stirred loins as she watched.
“Watch me Daddy,” Sherry said to the
camera. “I’m going to suck Jimmy’s black cock…just like Mrs. Jackson sucked
your white cock, Daddy,” and she opened her pretty mouth wide, lowering her
head. Julie zoomed in on the scene as
the vengeful thirteen year old wrapped her red lips around the wetly
glistening, purple-black knob.
“Sherry…Oohhh
Noooo,” the
drug-dulled boy protested dreamily. “You can’t…not that.” Even though the girl’s
vagina had just drained his potent charge up into her womb, Jimmy shuddered
with pleasure as her warm, wet mouth closed over the bulbous tip of his
cock. Even in his guilt-ridden dreams of
this beautiful, white girl he had never imagined anything as sinfully obscene
as having his cock in her lovely mouth.
He lay there, weak and unable to push her away as her hot, pebbled
tongue titillated the sensitive head of his tool. Her hands were busy too, one wrapped around
the base of his shaft and slowly pumping, the other hefting and fondling his
tender, heavy testicles.
The
girl with the camera had seen her sister do this to Tom and now, as she watched
her friend’s servile homage to the black boy, she wanted to do the same to her
brother in law. Tonight,
for sure. She snapped a Polaroid,
and then continued with the videocam, as her friend took more and more of the
ebony staff into her mouth.
Sherry
felt the boy quiver and shudder and, although he was still uttering soft moans
of semi-protest, he began to fuck up into her mouth. The hard shaft had been greasily wet with
their juices and now saliva was flooding from her mouth to bathe his groin and
his balls with the hot liquid. She soon
sensed urgency in his trembling response and she pumped the rigid staff faster.
“Nah. . .Sherry .
. .No,” the boy gasped. “I’m gonna . . .It’s
gonna cum! You gotta stop!” Jimmy couldn’t believe this dream. He’d never in his wildest, sinful thoughts
imagined a girl taking his cock in her mouth, let alone having a lovely, white
Goddess like Sherry doing it. But, if
God was giving him dreams like this it must be OK.
The
girl got a sense of satisfaction from the boy’s protest and she assaulted his
genitals with even greater vigour. The camera recorded the wet, slushy sounds
and small grunts that escaped her cock-filled mouth while she pumped the steely
shaft and tugged gently on the boy’s heavy lust-eggs.
Jimmy
uttered a strangled gasp of enjoyment as the hot pain of climax began and, as
the boy’s cock gave a sudden jerk between her lips, the girl raised her head
until the shiny, rounded knob rested on her full, lower lip, the little opening
pointed up into her loosely gaping maw.
“Phor you Daddy…I’m letting him cum in my mouf…like you did in his Momma’s mouf,” and as her muffled words
sounded, a jet of creamy, white semen erupted from the boy’s sex tool to blast
right into her open oral cavity. “Glangh,” she gurgled as her lips
locked around the black rod and her head bobbed while her hand pumped and with
hollowed cheeks she sucked his gushing semen into her mouth.
The
camera girl was on her knees, the focus zoomed in until the view screen showed
only the girl’s white face and the contrasting blackness of the boy’s shiny
cock. The inner pinkness of Sherry’s
lips showed as she pulled away and then her head lowered until she gagged. After several slurpy
sucks she looked up again at the camera, her red lips parting to allow a thick
glob of viscous semen drool down over the glossy ink-black instrument.
The
girl’s words didn’t register in the boy’s drug-dulled mind. All he was aware of was the blissful
gratification of having this wonderful, white beauty’s softly sucking mouth
empty his sinful lust. In the lethargy
of satiation he lost consciousness.
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“When are you
going to…you know…show your father?”
“Pretty soon…but
we hafta edit the tapes…like…I want you out of them. If he saw you he’d likely be trying to get
you too. And I saw Debby McAllister
coming out of his office again today.
She looked…you know…kind of funny…but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t done
it…fucked her. Not yet, anyway.
The
two friends were at the coffee shop again.
Yesterday they’d told Jimmy that he’d just fainted or something and,
although he looked at Sherry a bit oddly, he seemed to accept the story.
Jimmy,
in fact, believed them. He couldn’t
believe anything else. In his innocent
mind there was no way that a minister’s daughter, or any of his other
classmates for that matter, would do what he had dreamed of. He felt guilty and he sort of wondered why he
felt so drained and weak. It must have
been because of whatever made him faint, he concluded.
“Is it working
out? You and your
sister and Don?”
“Yeah, I guess
so. We sort of take turns with him. Joan wants him to be in bed with the two of
us but he says, no. I’m glad. But I guess she really loves him. I don’t know how he’ll be if he ever hears what
they call him at school, though?
“What if you told
him? Or let him know in a sneaky way?”
“I couldn’t do
that, Sherry. He really is a nice
guy. All he ever did to me was take sneaky looks through that mirror. And he asks about you a lot.”
“Oh. Hee Hee. Do you think
he’d like to have me join you in bed?”
“Mostly he wants
to know how you are. He’s kind of afraid
that he’s harmed you…you know…by breaking your cherry and because you’re so
young. Hee Hee. I bet he’d be
some surprised if he knew what a wild thing you really are.”
The
slender, thirteen year old, budding sexpot smiled, a wistful smile, as she
remembered her initiation. What would it
be like if he was fully conscious? And if he hadn’t just screwed someone else? “You’re
mean to me, Julie. I helped you so you
ought to be willing to share him with me, too.”
The
words were spoken in a light-hearted, joking way but they both knew that she
wasn’t kidding.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 13
The Reverend’s Pre-Teen Pet
Wherein plump, busty twelve year old Debby asks her minister for help after being forcibly deflowered by her brother and is given more help than she ever expected.
The
Reverend Gibson’s two little episodes with the obese fourteen-year-old Eileen
Carter had reminded him of the special enjoyment to be gleaned from the elastic
tightness of a juvenile vagina and the sexual edification of an adolescent
mind. The risk, however, was sufficient
that he was afraid to pursue any of the blossoming, young members of his
congregation, not even those whose mothers had demonstrated easy availability
and who might therefore have given him less flack were he to screw her daughter
too. That is, he resisted temptation until
young Debby McAllister, the youngest daughter of Deacon Ruth McAllister, came
looking for advice.
Debby
had the misfortune to be born on New Year’s Day and, as a direct consequence of
that fact, she was in Grade six instead of Grade seven. She was big for her age; a couple of inches
above five feet tall and her body had begun to fill out with promise of the
womanly curves to come when she was barely eleven. Now the plump, pre-teen youngster had nicely
rounded hips, a deep, firm, bubble-ass and heavy, globelike breasts that were
more than a man’s handful.
Last
year her oldest sister had become pregnant at sixteen and had married the
twenty-year-old purported father. Debby
hadn’t really understood what it was all about and her religious parents, members
of Reverend Gibson’s congregation, hadn’t given her any explanation other than “It’s because Darlene sinned”. She had overheard their loud arguments,
however. “It’s because of you!” her father had yelled at her mother. “It’s
because you let the Reverend Gibson talk you into being a
Deacon…Deaconess.” Debby wasn’t sure what that
had to do with it but she stayed out of their way, afraid their anger would
spill over onto her.
A
fourteen-year-old girl from next door, Lucy, had however, explained everything
to her curious neighbour. “Your father thinks a woman’s place is in the
home. He thinks your sister got pregnant
because she was too worldly. I bet
you’re going to have to wait a long time before they let you go out on dates.”
The
elucidation also included a quite technical and pedantic discourse on sex so
that Debby came away with some knowledge of the mechanics and the body parts
along with the names of everything in both medical and street language. The explanation did little else except that
it piqued her curiosity.
Lucy
offered her young neighbour a wealth of information, most of it about
relationships between men and women or, more precisely, men and girls. Although the rather plain looking girl had a
boyfriend now, a boy who was not a great deal older than she, her introduction
to sex had occurred when she was only twelve.
It was an older cousin, a twenty year old, who had initiated her and he
also had been the source of her somewhat twisted views of men.
“They want us,
Debby. Just because they’re married or
schoolteachers doesn’t change that. They
all want to fuck us.” She spiced up her lectures
with rumours about other girls making better marks in
school or getting more money from babysitting by letting men do things to
them. “Jilly says that it’s
lots better doing it with Mr. Cone after she baby-sits for him than with guys
her age. And he’s scared she’ll tell on
him so he gives her big tips. My cousin told me that Danny didn’t really knock
up your sister. He says it was Mr. Matthews,
the teacher. And he says your parents
know it, too, but they didn’t want the scandal so they kept quiet about it.”
Debby
took in all that her friend told her and it didn’t take much examination of her
own developing body and some exploratory digs and caresses for the
eleven-year-old girl to find a most pleasurable way of whiling away her spare
moments.
Debby,
during the past nine months had become quite expert in the art of
self-gratification. She looked at her
classmates in school and especially, boys in the higher grades. She tried to picture what each one’s penis
looked like and she speculated about the size.
The ingenuous pre-teen had doubted Lucy’s description and, even more,
she disbelieved the girl’s smug assertion that her boyfriend’s was ten inches
long and thick as her wrist. “Believe me, bigger is better,” the teenager had said but
Debby didn’t believe her.
But
the young girl had become about as cynical as a pre-teen could be. Now she looked at the men when she was in
church and at her men schoolteachers and wondered what they thought of
her. She suspected everyone, even her
father.
Soon
after she’d learned to masturbate, Debby had taken a blanket up to the little
loft in their garage and almost every day after school she’d gone there
alone. In the eight or nine months since
she began ‘frigging herself’ as Lucy called it, her breasts had ballooned and a
few wisps of fine hair had appeared on her pussy. She wondered if what she was doing was the
cause but she didn’t mind. She knew that
boys like big bubs and she wanted a boy, even though that would be a much
greater sin than what she was doing.
She’d
always been alone in her secret place doing her secret things until two weeks
ago when her sixteen-year-old brother had suddenly appeared. She hadn’t seen him at first, her mind fully
occupied with a wide-awake dream of the Captain of the football team.
The
twelve-year-old girl felt a lot of guilt about continuing what she was
doing. Although she was not particularly
shy or timid she was quite religious and very obedient, despite her budding
cynicism. But the sinful pleasure was
too much to resist even though, afterwards each time she vowed never to do it
again. By the next day she always found
herself looking speculatively at some boy or other and, by afternoon, she was
back in the loft for ‘one last time’.
George,
the older brother had seen his sister disappear to the loft and, suspicious by
nature, he’d followed her. Standing
beneath the flimsy, loft floorboards he’d listened to the quiet rustling sounds
as Debby adjusted her clothing and then he heard soft whimpers and girlish
gasps. As quietly as he could he climbed
the rickety ladder to the loft.
Like
Debby, George had been subjected to a strict, religious upbringing but it had
about as much effect on him as it had on his older sister who was now a
teenaged mother. When his head and
shoulders were through the opening to the upper floor he saw her. Debby was flat on her back, her plump legs
spread wide apart, her panties pushed down and hanging on to only one
ankle. Her skirt was bunched up around
her hips and she was slowly massaging herself between her legs. Her sweater was pulled up to her neck, her
brassiere loosened and her other hand was squeezing and stroking her big, soft,
D-Cup breasts. Like his sister, George
was a virgin but he knew what Debby was doing and the salacious sight was more
than he could resist.
The
buxom twelve-year-old youngster didn’t know what was happening until it was too
late. Her plumply rounded hips were
writhing in mock-copulation and she was breathing hard, on the edge of orgasm,
when suddenly her hand was yanked roughly away from her swollen, pulsing pussy
and a heavy weight came down on top of her.
“Hunngghh! NO! Nunnncchh!” Debby grunted as the
breath was knocked out of her by the boy’s weight and then she uttered a shrill
squeal, as her throbbing sex was suddenly afire with an agonizing pain. She felt her virgin sheath being stretched
and then there was a brief hurt when her hymen was ruptured by her brother’s
plunging cock. She felt like she was
being filled by a hot iron but as quickly as it came, the hurting went away.
George
had rammed his teenaged cock through his sister’s hymeneal barrier with a
fierce, unthinking lunge and his hips drove her loose legs wider apart as he
lodged his hardness to its limit in her tight, young twat. The feel of her soft, juicy sheath enclosing
his raging cock was the most exciting thing he’d ever felt in his life. He managed only a few fast thrusts before his
hair-trigger libido betrayed him and he ejaculated hotly into the girl’s humid
depths.
The
boy’s timing had been perfect for his overstressed condition because his young
sister had been on the brink of climax when he so brusquely entered her virgin
passage. When his hard pubis rammed
against her soft cunt it gave the needed nudge to her cum-trigger and young
Debby had begun to cum. She sobbed and
panted as her brother pumped hard and fast and as the hot waves subsided, she
felt the hot wetness deep within.
They
didn’t speak. George quickly pulled up
his pants and left. Debby lay there,
frightened but strangely satisfied, until it was time to go for supper.
She
was scared. Was she pregnant? Was it going to be like it was with her sister? That night and on the following days her
brother wouldn’t even look at her, let alone talk to her. She didn’t dare talk to her parents. Was she being punished for the sin of
self-abuse? What could she do? In church she prayed and, on the second Sunday
after it had happened, she knew whom she had to talk to. Reverend Gibson. He was a minister and he wouldn’t be like
other men. She was sure she could trust
him.
“Uh
Sir? Reverend Gibson? Can I talk to you?”
“Certainly,
Debby.” Bill looked up at the busty youngster and immediately a
surge of lust assailed him. No. This one was definitely too young! “What
do you want to talk about?”
“Uh…like…like I
got a problem, Sir. I need help.”
“Oh? Well, I hope I can help you. But can you come back tomorrow? I have a meeting with the Deacons in a few
minutes.
”Uh, sure Reverend.
What time tomorrow.”
“Right after
school would be fine, Debby.” On the way out Debby saw
the minister’s daughter but didn’t have a chance to speak to her.
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“Now Debby, come
sit over here and tell me what you want to talk about,” the minister said as he led
the young girl over to the futon. He
knew, from checking the church records, that the girl
was only twelve and had he not known he would have added a few years to her
age. It wasn’t her face. Its round, smooth appearance suited her age
but her body was something else. Her
legs were shapely though somewhat heavy, not the straight sticks of many
pre-teens, her hips and ass were nicely filled out and her breasts, especially,
were already bigger than many women’s.
“Uh…like…it’s
a secret, Sir. And I’m kind of ‘barrassed.”
“That’s OK,
Debby. I’ll keep your secret. And you don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m your minister.” She takes after her mother, he mused. At least her body is headed that way. I wonder if she’s like her in other ways? Debby’s mother
had also come to the minister for guidance after a fight with her husband. The guidance she received wasn’t what she’d
expected but she’d been easily guided and a photo of her was part of the
collection in his desk drawer. She still
occasionally had special ‘Deacon’s meetings’ with the minister and believed
that God had ordained the meetings just as much as he’d ordained her Deaconship. She was probably correct.
“It’s…like…Oh
Reverend Gibson…It’s about…like…what the Bible says about incest?”
“Oh? Has your father done something to you?” The minister’s unruly organ began to swell at the thought of
this busty, young morsel being screwed by her father even though he couldn’t
imagine it with his own daughter. But if
she’d already been broken in then maybe?
No. He pushed the thought from
his mind.
“Oh
no, Reverend Gibson! Daddy wouldn’t…it’s not him. It’s my brother.”
“Oh
my? That’s awful, Debby. You mean he…went all the way with you?”
“Uh
huh.” The youngster wondered what her minister would say if she
used the words Lucy had taught her. “But it wasn’t my fault.”
“Oh? How did it happen, my dear?” Bill looked at the young girl’s blossoming curves with
growing lust.
For
the next few minutes the girl unburdened her soul and. as she did so, she
couldn’t help but notice the bulge that appeared in her minister’s pants. She paused for a moment to puzzle over what
she saw and it dawned on her that he must be reacting to what she’d been
telling him. At first it made her
angry. He was no better than all those
other men Lucy had talked about.
“It must have been
awful, Debby. But I’m sure that God
understands.” The man placed a hand on
the girl’s plump thigh just below the hem of her short skirt. “Did
you? Like, when he was doing it, did it
happen? Like it does when you…you
know…masturbate?”
Why
did he want to know that? How should she
answer? Should she tell him the truth? “Uh…Yeah…I
guess so? Why? Does it matter?”
“No, Debby,” and the man stroked the
girl’s silken thigh, his hand slipping up under her skirt. “Except, if you…came…it means that you’re a
big girl now. And you’ll have to fight the temptation to do
it again. Did you…do you think about it
a lot?”
“Yeah…I guess
so? Like…I keep hoping he’ll catch me
again, Sir? What can I do?” There was no doubt now
about the bulge in her minister’s pants and the anger she’d felt at first was
replaced by a feeling of power. He was
an important man and it dawned on the precocious youngster that she had the
means to control him. What would Lucy
say if she could tell her that she’d got their minister to do it to her? She wouldn’t be able to act so superior any
more.
“Incest is a
terrible sin. And it’s against the
law. Do you understand why your brother
did what he did the other day?”
“Uh…not
really, Sir?”
“You’re a
beautiful, young girl, Debby. Boys and
men are attracted to girls like you…especially when they see that you like
sex. And he could tell that you like sex
because of what you were doing. He
probably knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself.”
“You mean? Like?
Was it my fault?”
“Yes, Debby. In a way it was. And if I try to help you I might act like
your brother did. So you really ought to
ask your parents for help.”
Debby
looked again at the prominent bulge in her minister’s pants. He was definitely thinking about her that
way. Even if he was
old? The thought sent little
shivers through her. And then the phone
rang and their meeting was ended.
“Come back
tomorrow, Debby. I’ll put on the
answering machine then so we won’t be interrupted and we’ll see how I can
help. If you still
want my help?”
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”Come in, Debby,” the minister said softly and he turned the sign to say The Minister is
OUT before closing and locking the door.
He took careful note of how she was dressed as she went over to the now
opened futon where they’d talked yesterday.
Reverend
Gibson had decided that this girl, despite her brick shithouse build, was too
young for him but he still wanted to at least see all of her luscious, pre-teen
body. And explore her budding
sensuality, too.
“Now Debby, tell
me again what you feel…I mean, about what your brother did to you.”
The
twelve year old had decided last night what she would
do. “Well, Sir …it’s like I said yesterday.
He…George…when I felt him inside me…I mean, after it
stopped hurting…I didn’t want him to stop.”
“That sounds
serious, Debby. It would be wrong…a
great sin, if you let him do it again. I
think he knows that too because he hasn’t tried again, has he?”
“No Reverend. He don’t even look
at me. But what can I do?” The ingenuous youngster could see the bulge
in the man’s crotch again and it made her warm to think that she could excite a
man, especially a minister.
Bill
placed a hand on her plump, round thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “As
I said yesterday, Debby, you should really talk to your parents. I brought something with me that might help
you but…?” and
he let the incomplete sentence trail off into silence.
“But
Sir? They’d be mad at me…at him, too. Why can’t you tell me…show me?” Her plump thighs parted slightly as the minister’s hand made
a gentle stroking motion. She was
understandably nervous but if she got power over him, then she would have some
of his own power over people.
“You’re a lovely,
young girl, Debby. And you’re bigger
than most girls your age…especially here,” and Bill cupped one of her big, bra-encased breasts
and squeezed it gently.
“But
Sir? Why not?
Why does that matter?” Lucy had told her a
few weeks ago that men would be after her, now that her bubs were getting big,
so Debby already knew the answer. What
would her minister say?
“It matters
because I’m a man. It’s sort of like
with your brother. I’m sure he knew what
he did was wrong but…? Gauging the girl’s reactions,
the man’s hand slipped under the hem of her short skirt and began little
circular caresses of her silken flesh.
“But
what, Reverend Gibson? You’re my minister. You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?” Debby leaned back and opened her legs wider. She liked the warm, gentle touches of his
hand on her thigh and the special feel of his other hand on her bub. Would it be better
than with George?
“No my dear, I
wouldn’t hurt you. But God didn’t make
us perfect. I can show you something you
can do that may help but…like…I can’t be sure what seeing you do it will do to me?”
“Please,
Reverend? Show me. Please show me what I can do?” What was he going to show her? The obvious attraction the man felt for her
was having an erotic effect and she felt a swelling, a moistening between her
legs.
“Well then, if
you’re sure you want me to…I brought something for you…a little toy.” And he took a small box
from his pocket. “This is something you can use to help you
overcome the feelings you get…down here,” and the man placed one hand on her slightly rounded
belly while he flicked the cover off the little box. A small, black cylinder with a smooth, oval
tip fell onto the girl’s lap.
“What is it,
Reverend Gibson?” The girl picked it up and
examined it more closely. It was about
six inches long and just small enough that she could wrap her fingers around
its coarsely pebbled surface. One end
was flat and the other came to a rounded point.
She looked at it quizzically. It
was unlike any toy she’d ever had and she sensed that he shouldn’t be giving it
to her.
“You can think of
it as a substitute…something to take the place of what you think of when…you
know…when you masturbate.”
“Oh?” What did he mean?
Debby looked at her preacher, her lack of understanding clearly evident
on her pretty, young face. “How? How
do I play with it?”
“It sort of takes
the place of your fingers, Debby. And
after you play with it you maybe won’t want to masturbate again…not for quite a
while. It’s sort of better than your
fingers.” The girl was showing no signs of fear or apprehension
and the minister took the little object from her hand. “I
wouldn’t …if your brother hadn’t done what he did…I wouldn’t suggest this, my
dear. Did he hurt you when he…when he
put himself inside you?”
“Uh,
yeah…but just for a moment. Why?”
“I’ll have to show
you, Debby. You’ll have to do what you
were doing that day. Do you really want
me to show you?” The Reverend Gibson felt
the thrill of the chase when the quarry was cornered and about to surrender.
“Yeah? Ok, I
guess?” Debby noted the man’s strained squint and she was
sure now that he was planning to do what George had done.
“I’ll help you,
Debby.” Cautiously, Bill began to remove the girl’s clothes,
fearful that he was moving too fast but caught up in such lust for her buxom,
young body that he couldn’t wait.
The
young girl was both amused and excited. Her
minister’s face was flushed and his hands trembled as he unfastened the waist
of her skirt and pulled up her sweater to unclasp her brassiere. She helped him, pushing her skirt and panties
down and off and pulling her sweater and brassiere off over her head. She could see the man’s eyes become shiny
with excitement as he looked at her now naked body and his palpable pleasure at
the sight of her nudity was gratifying.
“You’re a lovely
girl, Debby. I can understand why your
brother lost control.” Bill pressed the tractable
youngster down flat on the futon and put the little, black cylinder in his
mouth for a moment. Compliantly, Debby
spread her legs apart when the minister took the cylinder from his mouth and rubbed
it on her fat, almost hairless pussy.
“Are you? Like?
Going to put it inside me?” She liked the feel of the
hard, pebbled surface sliding up and down in the crevice of her young
pussy. “”OH!” she
cried out in surprise when it suddenly started buzzing and it was like a
thousand warm fingers on her sensitive cuntflesh.
“Yes, my dear. Just relax,” the
man said softly as he eased the cylinder into the mouth of her vagina, keeping
part of it pressed against her erect, little clitoris. “You take it now…you know where it feels best.”
Debby grasped the vibrating tube with alacrity and began to
manipulate it. It was the most exciting
thing she’d ever felt and she could feel the pressure escalating in her lower
body. The minister’s hands were on her
breasts, tweaking her rubbery nipples, mauling her soft breast-flesh and,
combined with the mushrooming sensations in her loins, bringing her rapidly to
the verge of climax.
“Hanh . . .Hunh . . .Hanh,” the girl panted and she
began to fuck her hotly swollen cunt with the buzzing vibrator. “Hanh
. . .Hanh . . . Hunhh!” Debby’s plumply curved hips writhed and
bucked as her loud moans of orgasm filled the room.
“Don’t stop,
Debby. You can do it again,” the minister gasped in a
lust-choked voice.
Reverend Gibson waited for about a minute, until he could see that the young girl was again engrossed in her self-gratification and then he quickly removed his pants. Slowly and cautiously he climbed over her until his huge, hard cock hovered right over the top of her slit, just above where she was probing with the vibrator.
“Oh Debby,” he gasped when he touched the wet
softness. “I can’t help myself,
Debby. I was afraid this might happen.”
The young girl’s gaze fell to the mammoth projection from the minister’s hairy groin and her ripe, nubile body shuddered with apprehension. He was so big! Much bigger than her brother. But she was committed. She could see, even though her vision was dulled by the rapidly increasing excitement from the pulsating press of the vibrator on her mushy sex, that the man was under her spell. After he was done she’d have power over him, complete power and, even though she wasn’t sure how she’d use it she knew it would be good.
The young girl wasn’t protesting, Bill thought with satisfaction. She was more than ready for this. He took control of the vibrator, angling it so that it didn’t completely obstruct access to her fat, young pussy. The first sliding stroke of his rampant tool ran along the very top portion of her hairless slit, the head of his cock parting her lips slightly as it slid up and onto her lower belly. Debby gasped at this new stimulation, as the shaft of her minister’s cock slid against her preteen clit.
Bill dropped the vibrator on the futon beside the young girl he propped himself up with his left arm as he backed up a little and eased his cocktip down her slit with his right hand. With the skill from many encounters, his cock head explored the length of her slit. He felt the added heat of the gateway to her inner body as he held his throbbing tool in place and pushed slightly. Her hole was tight and at the first push, his cock glanced off and slid down between her chubby ass cheeks.
“Just relax Debby,” the minister gasped when the girl uttered a soft whimper and he felt her body stiffen below his. He thrilled with lewd anticipation of the young girl’s tightness as he backed up and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her tight, hairless hole and pushed. This time he felt the head go in slightly and the feel of the moist, fleshy ring surrounding his cocktip sent another delightful pleasure through him. As hard as his shaft was and despite the fact that he was not the first to enter this underaged channel, it began to bend so he backed off of the pressure a little.
“It’s all right, my dear. I won’t hurt you,” Bill reassured the youngster when he heard her girlish whimper of concern.
Once more Reverend Gibson pushed in, and again he felt his tool slip in a little more. This time when he stopped, he felt the walls of the young girl’s pussy begin to slip down around his cock, expanding and readjusting to the lecherous invasion. The prurient preacher looked down between the girl’s widely splayed thighs to where his huge cock was spreading her fat, hairless cuntlips and he pushed harder. He saw her pussy lips roll inward as his cock sank deeper and, when he stopped again, he could see her slit slowly
reappear as the walls of her pussy slowly slid back down his tool.
“Oohhh Reverend,” the girl whimpered, afraid but still determined to let the minister fuck her. “Eeeasyyy…it’s so big,” she moaned as she felt the hugely stretching pressure distending the walls of her once-fucked passage.
“Oohhh yesss, Debby. You’re a wonderful, young girl,” Bill gasped. The
feeling from her juvenile cunt was incredible. It was like pushing his cock
through layer after layer, fold after fold of hot, moist skin. Her tiny hairless hole was so tight that he could only go in a fraction of an inch at a time. Each time he pushed, her whole, little twat would go with him, and each time he stopped the enclosure would slowly ease it's way further along his shaft, giving him the feeling of passing yet another fold of her inner flesh.
Arms outflung, hands seeking something to hold, Debby bit her lower lip as the minister kept up his assault on her tight, hairless, young cunt. He had more than seven inches of his gargantuan tool buried in the exquisite tightness of her underaged sheath when he felt the bottom of her pussy come into contact with the head of his cock. The last shove had only allowed her pussy to slip down his dick part of the distance of his thrust, and her fat, glistening slit was just barely visible between her legs, his cock resting snugly between the distended labia.
They were both breathing heavily as Reverend Gibson stayed motionless inside the pneumatic youngster, relishing the feeling of his cock buried deep inside this twelve-year-old’s tight, hairless pussy.
The lovely nymphet moaned as her minister began to slowly withdraw his tool until it was about halfway inside her. As he withdrew, the inner walls of her pussy seemed to hold onto his cock, creating a suctioning effect similar to the one when he entered her. Gradually he began pumping back and forth.
Debby’s gasps became little "Ahh's” that came in time with each quickening thrust of her minister’s cock inside her. Already he had been in her longer than her brother had during her rude, brief devirgination and the feelings she had experienced then were back only magnified many times. She had an urge to move in time with the man’s thrusts but with her underaged twat stuffed to capacity, she was afraid to do anything except lie beneath him, taking each slow plunge with meek acquiescence.
Bill shifted higher on the plump plane of the girl’s smooth, hairless pelvis, his shaft rubbing over the hard, little clitoral bud and sending hot tingles and thrills surging through the unfledged youngster’s body.
“Hunh? Unhh? Hunhh?” Debby chanted in time with her minister’s fucking of her twelve year old body. It was close. She knew it. Her arms rose to hold his slowly pumping hips, her hands clasping him with a grip that might have been either restraining or encouraging. Her plump thighs suddenly closed on his and her pelvis gave an involuntary heave, as her juvenile being was abruptly engulfed by the burning heat of orgasm. Her completely filled sheath contracted and the tiny muscles massaged the huge intruder as her deeply impaled hips shuddered and jittered beneath the prurient preacher.
The combination of the feeling of her tight hairless cunt wrapped around his tool, the feeling of her ripe body under his, and the fact that she was looking
him right in the eyes as he fucked her brought the lascivious cleric over the
edge with the most ball busting orgasm he had ever had. The force of his orgasm caused him to thrust completely inside of her, burying his huge pole to the hilt. He could feel the hard little nub of her cervix pressing against his cock head as he erupted spurt after spurt deep inside her preteen pussy. The obscene gratification of fucking this young creature and bringing her to climax generated an incredible store of semen that blasted deep up into the youngster’s pubescent womb and inundated her tender passage with his hot, viscous discharge. The amount of his jism was so great, and the space inside her was so little, that after he filled her preteen depths completely with his semen, he felt it extrude out between his thick shaft and the walls of her twat, running down onto his balls and between the crack of her plump ass.
The randy reverend collapsed on top of the totally fucked young girl, his spasming tool still buried deeply inside her. Bill lay, full weight on the busty minor, savouring the sensations as her involuntarily twitching hips milked the last dribbled of sperm from his completely depleted balls.
“Are you OK, Debby,” he panted as the girl’s eyes
closed and her pretty mouth emitted a soft, whimpering sigh. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nah. . .Yeah . . .But it was a good hurt,” Debby replied in her girlish voice. She still felt a huge ache in her lower body but she had a great sense of satisfaction. She’d made the minister fuck her. She had the upper hand now. He’d have to be good to her. What was she going to ask him for?
Bill rolled over slightly and eased his cum-numbed tool back out of the girl’s underaged twat, and as his cock head emerged from between her hairless pussy lips, one last spurt of pent up jism held inside his cock by the strangling tightness of her pussy splashed across the bare lips of her slit, covering them with a white, creamy film.
“You gotta…like…you gotta be good to me, Reverend Gibson.” The girl sat on the edge of the futon and slowly put on her clothes.
“Of
course, Debby. Why wouldn’t I? You’re a wonderful girl. I’m sorry I lost control but I warned you,
didn’t I?”
“Yeah, sure. But you gotta…like…when I want something, you
gotta do it.”
The Reverend Gibson had a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Was this ripe, young twelve year old threatening him? What sort of trouble had he got himself into?
“Well yes, my dear. I’ll do anything I can to help you.” Why hadn’t he stuck to his resolve and avoided the young ones. And this was the youngest he’d ever taken, even if she hadn’t been a virgin.
“That too, Sir. But, like, I may want some things, too. Some presents.” Like a novice whore the youngster set up her mark for whatever she might want in the future and the minister wisely said nothing.
Debby felt like the minister’s mammoth fuckpole was still filling her when she walked from the office. Her legs were wobbly and she felt like her legs were still spread apart by the man’s hips.
Sherry had been surprised that her father’s office was locked and, even though the sign said that he was out, she’d had doubts. She was sitting on a bench not far from the door when young Debby came out and Sherry had no doubt at all about what had just transpired in her father’s locked office. The buxom youngster’s awkward waddle told her enough but even if it hadn’t, the girl’s slack-lipped expression and her heavy-lidded eyes would have been sufficient confirmation of her suspicions. It was three weeks since she’d fucked and sucked off Jimmy and she’d been battling with her conscience. She wanted to punish her father but she just hadn’t had the courage to do so. And now, even more than before, she had to punish him. Being unfaithful to her mother was bad enough but having sex with children, even busty, shapely children like Debby was totally despicable.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 14
Opening Julie’s Other Orifices
Wherein Julie cements her hold on her brother in law by using her ripe, young mouth and her lush, firm bottom to service his lustful needs. She and Sherry discuss plans for Reverend Gibson.
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This wasn’t sharing. Joan watched from the peep-corridor as her husband kissed her naked sister, hot pangs of jealousy shooting through her belly. It was two weeks since Julie had presented her with the incontrovertible evidence of the fifteen-year-old girl’s devirgination and the evidence also of her own infidelity.
Shocked by seeing her obviously drugged husband initiate her young sister and numbed by the photos of herself fucking the minister, she’d agreed readily to share Don with her young sister. But, in the ensuing two weeks her sister had been the recipient of Don’s sexual attentions more than twice as often as she. And every time her own share had been the male equivalent of a wet deck and she’d had only Don’s injection-hardened tool after he’d fucked her sister. It wasn’t fair.
Last night hadn’t been totally unsatisfactory, though. From the same vantage point Joan had watched her husband initiate another of her sister’s pristine orifices.
“You’re lovely, Julie,” Don had said softly as he
raised his dripping wet face from between the girl’s outflung legs. “Did you like that?”
“Don. . Oohhh darling. . You know I did,” the girl had replied. And she had but he was not as good doing that as her friend, Sherry had been. What was he doing now?
Don sat up on the edge of the bed and urged his young companion over and then off the bed until she was kneeling between his knees. His cock was in full erection and, as he held the girl’s pretty face and drew it closer, she looked up at him with alarm.
“What? What do you want, darling,” she said in a halting voice. But she knew. He wanted her to do for him what he’d just done for her. How could she refuse?
“But? Oh Don?
Do I have to?”
“I won’t force you, darling. It’s what I want but…I can ask Joan.”
“No darling…I’ll do it,” and reluctantly Julie had leaned closer, opening her pretty, full-lipped mouth. She couldn’t make him…let him go to Joan. And she knew Joan would do this for him. She’d seen her sister do it to Tom. The plum-like knob glistened wetly from his profusely dripping natural lubricant and she pressed her lips against its slick hardness. The sound of her lover’s moan of pleasure sent a warm thrill through her and, closing her eyes, she took more of it into her mouth, stretching her soft lips wide to encompass its thickness.
“That’s wonderful,
sweetheart. God you look sexy with your
mouth full of cock. Take more,
Julie. Take all that you can.”
Joan had taken pleasure of a sort from what she was seeing. Her goody-goody little sister was on her knees and giving head. She wished she had a camera to record it.
“Glangh,” the girl gagged
when the man pushed forward and the tip of his cock bumped the back of her
throat. “Can’t. .
Annh.
. Can’t take any more,” she whimpered.
“Promise you won’t…won’t cum in my mouth?”
“Oh yes, Julie…suck it baby…feels so good,” Don answered ambiguously and the girl again engulfed four inches of his throbbing tool with her hot, wet mouth.
Joan watched and listened as her sister gained confidence and skill, one hand on the thick staff to control the entry depth, the other hefting his heavy balls. Her cheeks hollowed when she pulled away, then bulged out as she took the man’s hardness back into her mouth.
“Use your tongue, too, Julie. On the tip.” And like an obedient trainee, the girl flicked her hot tongue around his sensitive knob. Holding her pretty face, Don guided the girl and soon she had established a smooth rhythm, licking the tip, then engulfing it with her soft lips and then sliding her mouth down over it until it bumped the entrance to her throat and she uttered a throaty, gagging sound.
The novice cocksucker liked what she was doing. The feel of the big, hard cock sliding between her lips was sensual and exciting and she could tell from her brother in law’s moans and gasps that she was giving him pleasure. She emitted soft whimpers and wet, slurpy sounds as she sucked and slobbered over the man’s thick-veined tool.
Don, excited almost beyond endurance by the girl’s response when he’d eaten her, felt the growing pressure in his aching balls. He began to fuck her mouth, holding her face in his hands, knowing he would explode at any moment.
“Hmmm? . Don. . Whah?” the girl mumbled as she felt the shaft swell even larger and give a warning jerk between her lips and she backed away.
“Don’t stop, Julie…please don’t stop!” Don placed a hand on the back of the girl’s head and pulled her closer.
“Mmmph…Mmmph,” Julie grunted, her voice muffled by the mouth-filling cock and she tried to resist. She knew what was about to happen. He was going to cum. He was going to cum in her mouth. Then, with a soft whimper, she surrendered to his desire and, giving his balls a gentle tug, she began to bob her head slowly back and forth.
Her brother in law looked lustfully down at the girl, watching the pink, inner lip flesh become visible as her mouth clung lovingly to his cock when she pulled away, then slid easily over the wetted surface as she took it back in. Julie was looking up at him now, an expression of loving submission in her big eyes and he groaned as his testicles tightened.
Julie felt the man’s shaft swell again between her lips, and then buck. “Glunngh,” she gurgled when the first jet of viscous semen blasted into her mouth. She pumped the spasming staff and sucked noisily as successive gouts of thick gism spouted into her maw but she made no attempt to get away. As she swallowed the hot, creamy fluid all she could think of was that she was sucking her lover’s cock, giving him all that he asked for.
Joan felt triumphant as her sister backed away, the evidence of her submission dribbling whitely down over her chin while she continued to look up at Don with adoring eyes. But, despite her triumphant feeling there was also unease. How could she compete with her firm-fleshed and oh so tractable young sister?
Tonight, after Don thought she was asleep, he’d crawled quietly out of the bed they still shared and went to Julie’s room. Well, the woman mused ruefully, at least we’re sharing a bed even if we’re not sharing the action. She’d seen him go to the little bathroom and, presumably believing she was asleep, he hadn’t closed the door while he injected his semi-erect tool with the stamina serum. Maybe, she had thought hopefully, he’s going to give me his leftovers tonight.
Now it looked like he had other plans and, like last night,
Joan was not totally unhappy. She’d
watched as her husband had screwed her kid sister, first on top of her and then
with the girl on top. The girl had
experienced two highly visible and very adult orgasms and, when she’d
dismounted from the man’s still fully erect cock, the evidence of his own
climax had dribbled whitely from between the girl’s distended labia. Now Julie was lying naked and face down
beside him while he caressed her, his attentions concentrated on her firm,
bulbous bottom. Please, God. Please make him assfuck her?
“You’re lovely, Julie. Everywhere you’re lovely.” Don felt drained and a bit guilty, also. Soon Joan was going to be angry with him but with the choice of either she or her younger sister, her sister won, hands down. Or was that, legs spread?
Julie felt warm and safe and satisfied. Tom, she knew, would never have been the lover that her brother in law was. She wanted to please him. Like last night. Did he want her to suck him again? She reached out to where Don was reclining beside her and her hand closed around his cock, still wet and slippery from their combined juices. He must have used that stuff tonight. He was still hard as a rock. Was he going to make love to Joan, now? No. Not make love to Joan. To fuck Joan. He only made love to her, his sister in law.
Don caressed the firm roundness of the girl’s buttocks. She had a lovely ass. Someday it would sag but now those twin melons were solid and high. As her hand clasped his tool he felt a resurgence of desire.
“Come, darling. Get on your hands and knees for a moment?” He slid one hand under her belly and the girl, compliantly, rose to a kneeling position.
“How? What? Why?” she asked but in her adolescent innocence she never dreamed what was next in store.
Joan watched as her husband knelt behind the girl, his huge cock still standing out from his groin in all its rampant glory. And then he moved closer. The watching woman knew from the softness of her sister’s sigh that he had entered her pussy, not her nether orifice and she was disappointed. Then, as he thrust slowly and not very deeply into the kneeling girl, Joan knew what his objective was.
The girl moaned contentedly, enjoying the friction and the feeling of fullness as her lover slowly screwed her. She could feel his hands caressing her bottom, parting her asscheeks and then she shivered with gratification when he found a new and different pleasure-point.
Don stroked and mauled his young sister in law’s pneumatic assflesh, insinuating his hand between the firm hemispheres and finding the little, brown rosebud of her anus. He heard her little gasp of pleasure when he pressed his fingertip against it. He reached lower to wet his fingers in their juices and slathered the greasy residue of his semen mixed with her own oily fluid over the sensitive orifice.
For perhaps a minute or more Don prepared his adolescent lover for her next experience, fucking her cum-flooded cunt and teasing her sensitive anal orifice. Carefully he tried to push his finger in and the girl tensed and moaned.
“Relax, darling. Just relax. You’ll like it,” he said softly as he increased the pressure on the tiny opening. He could feel her trying to relax the muscles at the entrance to her asshole and almost immediately his fingertip broke through the tightly muscled opening and popped inside. Once past the initial tightness, he twisted his finger back and forth and it slowly began to slide up into her ass one knuckle at a time. First, just the tip slipped in. The tight ring of muscle around the opening squeezed his finger as he continued to twist and turn the little shaft, pushing harder at the elastic anal entrance.
“Don? Hannh? Lover?” Julie whimpered as her brother in law initiated her nether hole. When his finger was in up to the second knuckle, the larger one, Don could begin to feel the inside of her asshole surround and grip his finger. The further it penetrated, the easier it seemed to move and soon his middle finger was completely up her ass all the way to his hand. The walls of her asshole felt smooth and warm around his finger, much tighter than her cunt was now, after its frequent plumbing by his mammoth cock. Through the thin, dividing partition he could feel his cock as he slowly screwed her vaginal passage. Don gazed down between her open asscheeks to where his finger was probing her rectal tube. God, He could hardly believe that this lovely fifteen-year-old girl was so compliantly letting him do this to her.
He had not done this often but neither was he a novice. Don withdrew his cock from the girl’s wet, pulpy cunt and his finger from the other orifice. Then he began sliding the bulbous knob from the mouth of her cunt to the finger-opened little hole of her anus.
“Don? Oh Don? Are you going to? There?” Julie was both afraid and strangely aroused at the thought of having her lover’s massive stake pushed up into her bowels.
“Just relax, darling,” Don murmured as, each time he guided his cocktip to her anus, he applied more pressure. As he anointed the puckering and shrinking little rosette of his young sister in law’s tender arsehole he caressed her lush buttocks that were spread so alluringly open before him.
“Unnghh!” the girl groaned with pain as the huge knob suddenly popped past her sphincter and a brief pain shot through her loins. But then there was just a strange, not unpleasant sensation as her brother in law pushed deeper and deeper.
The man too almost cried out at the strangling clasp of the
girl’s asshole when his cock popped past the circular muscle. Then, slowly, he pushed in, savouring the hot
tightness of the elastic tube. As tight
maybe as her young friend Sherry’s cunt had been. With half of his huge tool held tightly by the
elastic tube, her widely splayed
asscheeks began a jerking, rotating motion.
Savouring the hot, tight clasp of her asstube the man pushed forward and
essayed the final half of that journey deep into the
The fifteen-year-old girl looked back over her shoulder as the man leaned forward to cup her heavy breasts as they hung swaying and bobbling below her chest. One hand slid lower, across the convexity of her belly, to find and titillate her clit.
Joan wanted to call out to them, to bad-mouth her kid sister, to encourage her husband to literally fuck the ass off the disgustingly lovely nymph, but she kept quiet, wondering how long Don would keep on.
It was strange. Different. The young girl felt the man’s huge pole burrowing up into her bowels while his clit-teasing finger sent hot thrills mushrooming through her.
The man had already emptied his urgency into his compliant partner’s vaginal well and, confident of the lasting effect of the injection, he was able to prolong the delightful sojourn up his young sister in law’s asshole. He raised his upper body from her back and, still fingering her clit, he looked at her lovely naked body while he made slow, deep thrusts and withdrawals in her tightly clasping nether chute.
His wife continued to watch. She felt cheated even though she knew it was her own fault. The man’s marvelous fuckpole should be her own private property. But she took some satisfaction from seeing her sister bent subserviently on all fours, her big breasts swaying and jouncing with each thrust into her nakedly offered ass. Like a cow, she thought with jealous bitterness, she’s like a big-titted cow.
Julie could feel the growing heat in her loins and, as her passion grew, she weakened. Her shoulders dropped until she was resting her cheek on the sheet, still looking back at her lover, thrilling to each body-welding thrust.
Don stroked the girl’s widely flaring hips, seeing the little ripples of flesh that travelled across her bulbous ass when he drove to the end, hearing the girl’s panting whimpers as her excitement grew.
“Don. . Hanh. . Lover. . Gonna cum. . You’re making me cum,” she panted and she began to wriggle her shapely ass around the impaling spear.
Don concentrated his efforts on her cum-trigger and fucked her writhing ass with increasing tempo. As he screwed the hot tunnel the outer skin of his cock slipped like some thin, sensitive peel on the inner piston as he jerked in and out. Leaning down again, he mauled her malleable breasts and felt his own orgasmic pressure building again.
“Yanh. . Hanh. . Yanh,” Julie gasped as her loins were wracked by climax. She pushed back hard against the man’s fierce thrusts and then, as the hot, debilitating waves of orgasm washed over her, she fell forward to lie prone beneath her lover.
It was marvelous. His
hips were clasped by her firm, warm asscheeks and he could feel, through the thin
dividing membrane, the contractions of the girl’s empty vagina. He rode on the cushioning fullness of her ass
as his semen raced from his balls through the convoluted channel and then the potently virile cock buried to the hilt
in her rectum began to jerk and spew its hot, bowel-searing cum deep up inside
her.
“Are you OK, Julie?” Don asked solicitously as he slumped down on the fullness of her luscious ass and the last of his lust drained into the young girl’s distended, nether pipeline.
“You were perfect, darling…you’re always perfect,” and Don withdrew from his sister in law’s rectum, noting that it remained gapingly open after his cock was removed. He lay beside her, exhausted.
The other woman was beside herself with anger and disappointment. She’d hoped to see her sister used, degraded by the man’s obscene actions but instead the girl lay, satisfied and contented. It wasn’t fair. But there was nothing she could do about it. Not after the way she, herself, had behaved.
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“Tell me about him, Julie? What is he like…I mean, when he’s fully conscious? Does he do it more with you or that bitch he’s married to? Does he satisfy you?” The two friends were in Julie’s bedroom the day after Don had initiated Julie’s bottom and the fifteen year old was still in a bit of a fog from the experience.
“Oh
Sherry? I think he likes me better. He makes love to me more than her. I never dreamed what it would be like. The things we could do?”
“Hee Hee. Better not make him sound too good. He was my first…and you know a girl never
forgets the man that gets her cherry.
I’d like to get alone with him again.”
“Don’t you dare, Sherry?
I have to share him some with Joan…but not with you.”
“What did you mean, Julie? The things you can do?” Sherry was curious but she was also resentful. After all, she’d helped Julie. Helped her a lot. In a way, Julie was responsible for Sherry’s devirgination and the thirteen year old girl felt as if she, as much as Julie, had a right to his further attention.
“Oh Sherry? You’ll think I’m awful. But he made me…like…I used my mouth on
him. Like Joan did to Tom. And like some of the women did to your Dad.”
“What was it like?
It sounds icky.”
“No…it was…like…I enjoyed it. It’s a funny kind of turn-on and, like, he
gets so much pleasure that I liked it.”
“What else? Did he
do anything else?”
“No…well…promise you won’t be disgusted but? Like?
Last night he…he did it in my bottom.”
“Julie! He
didn’t? You mean…like…he put it in
there?”
“Mmm hmm. And I sort of liked it.”
“Oh Wow! And I always thought he was such a nice guy. Did it hurt? Did you…I mean…did he make you cum that way?” Sherry got a perverse thrill as she pictured her friend, kneeling and sucking cock or bent down on her hands and knees and being fucked in the ass by her brother in law. She wished she could have seen it.
“For sure, Sherry. It’s not as good as…as the regular way but
it’s different. And if he wants to he
can do it again. But Sherry, what are
you going to do? I mean, with the
pictures and video? When are you going
to show them to your Dad?”
“I don’t know, Julie?
I’m still mad at him but I’m scared it’ll give him a heart attack or
something? I guess he’s just being a
man…and the women likely started it. I
bet your sister did, for sure.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right, Sherry. But whatever you decide, I’m here for
you. I’ll help you.”
“Except…I think he did little Debby McAllister? I saw her come out of his office and…like…
she walked like she’d had it, Julie? And
she’s younger than I am? Maybe if I show
him that stuff I can get him to promise he won’t cheat any more?”
“Uh…I suppose so?
Do you really think he did it to Debby?”
“She sure looked like she’d had it. The way she walked and like, she had a
loose-lipped, dreamy look…like you did after Don did you. Yeah, I’m pretty sure he did her?”
“Well, she’s awful young but? She sure has big boobs. And men like that.”
“But they like other stuff, too,” the younger girl
said defensively, conscious of her own slender, small-breasted form and
suddenly jealous of her friend’s buxom figure.
“Anyway, I’ll let you know what I decide.”
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 15
Don Does Virgin Mary
Wherein we learn how Don hungers for another virgin and plump, big-titted, thirteen year old Mary gives him her cherry in consolation for his wife’s infidelity. From her, Don learns that Joan has spread her legs for more guys than he’d known about before
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It had sounded workable and exciting to all three of them eighteen days ago. Joan, out of guilt for her infidelities, had thought that sharing her husband with her young sister was a fair compromise. Newly deflowered Julie seemed also amenable to sharing her brother in law with his wife. After all, they were married to each other so Joan had a right to him despite her previous immoral actions. For Don, the prospect of being able to fuck his fifteen-year-old sister in law without fear of being caught was Heavenly. And, nice guy that he was, he forgave his wife for her faithlessness.
Joan was envious of her sister’s younger, firmer body and, even more than that, jealous of the fact that Don was making love to her sister often but to herself, seldom. Even seeing her sister suck him off and submissively let him fuck her in the ass had not lessened Joan’s jealousy. The young girl’s tractable subservience made her a greater threat and Joan did not know what she could do to regain his affection and attention.
Tractable Julie wasn’t jealous of her sister but she couldn’t escape her resentment of the fact that Joan had seduced Tom even though she no longer had any desire for her former boyfriend. Her brother in law was, she was sure, all that a woman could ask for. And she wanted Don all to herself.
The object of the sisters’ affections, Don, was aware of the growing tensions between his wife and his sister in law. Joan had always been a good fuck and he had to admit that now, perhaps because of the competition, she was even better. He preferred, however, his sister in law’s firmer breasts and, especially, her tighter cunt, and he knew that was creating a problem.
Don, unlike his wife, had not had a lot of experience. Big and good looking, he’d been shy and oblivious to the frequent women’s come-on’s there had been both before and after marriage. Now, however, he was beginning to look at women (and girls) in a different way.
At night after servicing one or the other and on some occasions, both of the women he lived with, Don would muse about sex and women. He was a tit man. He knew that and Joan and Julie were both well endowed in that category. They were also sexy and passionate. Nonetheless he found that he was looking at the female teachers in the school with less than honourable thoughts in his mind. He was also eyeing the more precociously developed, nubile nymphets in his classroom with lust in his heart.
Which ones were virgins? A month ago he would not even have asked himself that question. Julie and Sherry were the first and only virgins he’d had and he wished he had not had his senses dulled by the Roofie when he’d broken their cherries. His most vivid memory of the encounters was the wonderful, vise-like tightness of slender thirteen-year-old Sherry. Were all girls of that age as tight as she? His recently virgin sister in law was not as tight now as at first and that added to his libidinous yearnings.
The girl who most frequently occupied his venereal reveries was Mary Marshall, a thirteen year old in his Grade seven class. Mary was a chubby, dark-haired young beauty. The loose-fitting, bulky sweaters she wore disguised but couldn’t quite hide the impressive size of her breasts and her short skirts emphasized the roundness of her full, overly plump buttocks. Barely over five feet tall with rather heavy though shapely legs, she had become his new dream-girl.
Mary Marshall was a virgin but not altogether innocent. A year ago she’d seen her older sister in their basement recreation room enjoying recreational activities that their parents would not have approved of. It had been strangely exciting to the watching twelve-year-old girl and had led to some exploration on her part. Mary now masturbated almost nightly and her fantasy partners covered a wide range including exclusively, for the past few weeks, her favourite teacher, Mr. Barnes.
He was wonderful. Mary was not a good student although she tried very hard but Mr. Barnes was always willing to give her extra help. He was never impatient with her when she made stupid mistakes, which she did with embarrassing frequency, and he always gave her encouragement.
Lately her feelings for her teacher had become of a more intimate variety and led to him being her dream-partner. She’d overheard her sister talking about his wife’s infidelity and, especially, what she’d done with and to Tom. Mary’s heart went out to the unknowingly deceived man and she wished that she could console him. In class she would watch him with worshipful eyes and fantasize about how she would tell him of his awful wife’s infidelity and how he would then take her in his arms and tenderly make love to her. And all would be well.
Don, of course, had no idea of what went through his buxom, young student’s mind but he did notice that she looked at him a lot. She seemed to be a compliant, docile youngster. How she would react if he made advances to her? How could he?
His thoughts about the young girl were not lessened by his sister in law’s compliant acquiescence to his desires and, although her rectal enclosure had been delightfully, almost painfully tight, he was still nagged by the foggy memory of Sherry’s young, virgin cunt. This memory and the yearning for experiencing it again while fully conscious probably helped him overcome his natural diffidence and that, combined fortuitously with Mary’s disastrous results on a history test, set the stage for intimacy.
“It’s not just a
matter of remembering dates, Mary.
There’s a whole story involved.
If you could fix the story in your mind then the rest would follow.”
“Oh,
Mr. Barnes? I try.
Really I do. Is there…like? I’m sorry.
I know you help me a lot but is there some way…some method I can use to
help me remember?”
“I don’t know, Mary? Maybe? Can you stay after class today?” Don tried to undress the young girl with his eyes, wondering how much of her chest was sweater and how much was breasts.
“Uh, sure Mr. Barnes.” The girl flushed with pleasure when she saw how her teacher’s eyes were looking at her. She was both proud and embarrassed by the size of her breasts. She envied the slender girls but, conversely, she knew that guys, and men too, were attracted to her breasts.
Offices for teachers were, for the most part, small and sparsely furnished. Don however had lucked out. His office, which adjoined his home classroom, had been intended for two people but recent staff cuts had left him as the sole occupant. It was a windowless room with a desk, three chairs and, since he’d had the office to himself, a love seat. When he’d brought in that last item of furniture he’d never dreamed that it might aid him in pursuing a love interest of a sort but soon he would find out.
Mary had knocked on the door after the end-of-day bell sounded and when the teacher told her to come in, she had. It would be fair to say that she had done all she could to set up her own seduction. Her last class for the day was Gym and afterwards she’s showered, as usual. But she didn’t want to put used panties on her clean body so she wasn’t wearing any. She also had not put on her bulky sweater or her brassiere so she was wearing only a loose-fitting blouse over her voluminous breasts. Before coming to her teacher’s office she had gone to the bathroom and, while trying to imagine what being fucked would be like, she’d masturbated.
“Yes, Mary. We have a lot of ground to cover so we’d better get started.” Don led the short, chunky youngster to the love seat and, getting a textbook from his desk, he sat beside her. He couldn’t help but notice how, under the white, polyester blouse, the girl’s breasts jiggled whenever she moved. Damn! She’s really big and she isn’t wearing a bra, he thought. Was she sending him a signal?
Don wasn’t sure how he was going to proceed. He sat beside the girl and pressed his leg against hers; noting that her short skirt only covered the top half of the plump, full thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were open and, looking down, he saw the shadowed valley between two obvious large mounds and he realized with a surge of lust that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Was she inviting his advances? He placed a hand on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.
Mary tensed but didn’t pull away when she felt her teacher’s warm hand on her thigh. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. She noted the direction of his gaze and drew back her shoulders causing the blouse to open wider and bare more of her creamy breast flesh.
“History can be a very interesting subject, Mary,” Don murmured in a lust-choked voice. “You’re a very pretty girl,” he added incongruously. His arm went around her shoulders and his hand came to rest on the bare skin revealed by her open blouse.
“You’re just right, my dear,” and emboldened by her acceptance of his touch, he slid one hand into the gap of her open blouse while the other slipped under the hem of her short skirt. “I bet that all the boys are after you, Mary. You have such lovely, big breasts,” and he tugged the blouse open wider so that he could grasp one of her huge, young mammaries.
“No…not really Mr. Barnes.” Mary was nervous now that her careful preparations were producing the desired result. “They make fun of me because I’m so big.“ Her teacher was opening the rest of the buttons of her blouse now while his other hand had climbed to the top of her thighs. She felt delicious warmth suffusing her lower body as the man dipped his head closer to hers.
“Mmmm…your mouth is like a lovely rose, Mary,” and Don pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth remained closed and he traced the outline of her scarlet lips with his tongue, pressing it between and then probing the moist softness of the inner lip-flesh between lips and teeth.
A battery of sensations assaulted the inexperienced, young girl’s senses as her teacher fondled her heavily hanging breasts and his fingers played at the juncture of her plump thighs. Her legs parted acquiescently and she uttered a faint moan.
Don pushed his tongue between her teeth and as her mouth opened to admit this deeper exploration he heard her soft whimper. She wasn’t wearing panties, he realized. She must have expected this. He fumbled at the waist of her skirt and opened it. The girl lifted her bottom accommodatingly to allow him to pull down her skirt and bare her lower body.
The thirteen-year-old girl tensed again when the man played with the thighs, teasing them with his fingertips, drawing his nails over the glossy, young flesh right up to her vagina. Then he laid his left hand gently on her naked, venus mound and softly petted her there. The outside fingers of his hand skimmed lightly over the smooth, creamy skin in the crease of her inner thighs.
Looking down at the girl’s now naked lower body Don saw how thin, curly, black pubic hair grew lightly around her pubic mound and crept a little ways up her round lower belly. Her small sex slit was clearly visible and already glistening with the wetness of her growing arousal, surrounded by the bulging outer lips of her pussy and the smooth, creamy skin of the inside of her plump, full thighs.
"You've
got a marvelous body," he told her quietly, his fingers brushing
lightly back and forth over the thin patch of soft, dark, curly hair that
covered her pubic mound. “Do you want
me to stop?”
“Nah. . Anh!”
Mary gasped when his finger touched her clit.
“It’s OK Mr. Barnes. I like
it.”
Don felt her body flinch slightly as he pressed between her legs, but when he ran his middle finger along the cleft of her pussy, she seemed to relax a little. Slowly, back and forth, he moved his hand through the thin silken hair as his middle finger gradually worked its way farther and farther into her narrow sex slit. He felt her body relax even more and his finger pushed in between the pink, moist inner opening of her pussy.
Mary leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes as she enjoyed that sensations her teacher was creating between her legs. His mouth was on hers again and she opened her legs wider when he pushed his middle finger deeper into her cunt.
Was she a virgin? Don hoped so but her easy acquiescence to his assault made him doubt it. He began slowly to stroke his finger in and out of her softness as his other fingers made little circles around the outer bulge of her mound. He suspected that, even though she was only thirteen-years-old, this wasn't the first time she'd had a finger moving in and out of her.
With
his free hand, the one not busy between the young girl’s
compliantly spread thighs, Don pushed the blouse off her shoulders and
completely bared her precociously outsized breasts. The blunt points of her thick nipples jutted, large and voluptuous,
from the summits of the warm mounds of flesh behind them and, as he squeezed
and milked the succulent globes.
“Oohhh,” the thirteen-year-old girl murmured and pinpricks of delicious feeling
raced through the tip of the soft, globular mounds as her teacher caressed
them. The vague unease she had felt when
the man undressed her dissolved in the warmth of sensations that were suffusing
her inexperienced, pubescent body and she relaxed under his skillful caresses.
The lecherous teacher looked lustfully at the
girl’s large, red nipples standing out dark against the white background of her
heavy breasts. What am I doing? My God!
She’s only thirteen? But her body
was not that of the usual adolescent girl and his prurient desire for the buxom
youngster remained in control of his psyche.
Mary surrendered to the mind-blowing sensations provoked by her teacher’s skillful fondling of her young body. Her own fingers had never made her feel as excited as this.
Don felt light-headed, his breathing quick and shallow as his own arousal increased. His cock throbbed, hard inside his pants and he broke off their kiss to look at the young, naked girl in his arms. He hadn’t been this horny since before he fucked Julie and Sherry. He hugged the short, big-titted girl and dragged her naked body with him down on top of him on the floor. Then, as the plump youngster sprawled nakedly above him, he worked his pants down to free his rampant tool.
“Mmmmm…you’re a lovely girl, Mary,” he mumbled as he filled his mouth with soft, voluminous titflesh and stroked the ample globes of her big, firm ass. The young girl was moaning, and her short, plump legs were thrashing around as he rubbed his hand between their bodies, up and down over her wet, soft young meat.
Don was too hot now to reason with himself, and the very heat of the young girl further aroused him. The touch of her soft flesh, her lips, her breasts, the round, nude hips and full thighs against which his prick was pressed made him feel almost nauseous with desire. His massive cock throbbed painfully and he manipulated her limp, heavy juvenile body so that she was sitting upright, her plump thighs spread wide, straddling his. Mary’s eyes looked down and she uttered a frightened gasp when she saw the size of her teacher’s upthrust organ.
“Oohhh Sirrr? Mr. Barnes?” she whimpered fearfully. Her eyes widened in awe at the immensity of the man’s cock that he was, she knew, planning to thrust into her young, virgin body. Her gaze rested in wonder and fear on the great, thick, rigid rod that jutted up at her, between her straddling thighs. The glistening, purple tip reached up almost to her quivering breasts and a thrill of fear went through her as she thought of having it so deep inside. The chubby, thirteen-year-old girl was mesmerized with fright at the sight but was unable to even try to resist as her teacher lifted her hips so that her open, defenseless pussy was poised directly over the threatening pole.
“Relax, Mary…you’re a big girl…you can take it,” Don said softly, noting her apprehension and pressing his cock head at the entrance to the young girl's cunt. Her young body stiffened and his libido surged even more with the sense of the lawlessness of what he was doing. The very idea of the child's age, combined with the social strictures, which prohibited a teacher from the taking of schoolgirls caused his blood to pound in his ears like a roaring wind, drowning out any normal inhibitions.
The man couldn't believe how easy it was, as he arched his hips and began to push his massive mauler into the tiny twat of the underaged girl. He jabbed his bulbous cocktip into the soft folds of her fat, swollen labia. The folds opened involuntarily, it seemed, and against their wishes as the throbbing warmth of his big cock began to worm itself into the tight, little opening, stretching and pressing its way into her. Mary’s breathing issued from her throat in sobbing gasps and, as he pushed deeper into her, he felt the tight mouth of her young cunt engulf the tip of his cock with moist, clasping heat.
Mary whimpered in fear as the man lodged his cock head tightly in the mouth of her young twat. She clenched her eyelids close together and made tight fists of her hands as she squatted fearfully above her teacher. Conflicting emotions raged in her unfledged body. She felt fear at the size of the mammoth projection her open body was poised above and at the same time a hot yearning for more of the prickling sensations that the contact of his hot hardness with her tender, sensitive flesh was producing.
A faint memory of the similar clasp of young Julie’s and Sherry’s virgin orifices nagged at Don’s brain as he guided the reluctantly yielding youngster lower.
Mary gasped, and stiffened as she felt the ponderous, bulbous head of her teacher’s cock force its way into the tight, unused opening, stretching the virginal walls and then sending a hot ache through her lower body when it pushed on the tissue of her unbroken hymen.
The man almost cried out with joy when he felt the obstruction. Yes! This buxom, young schoolgirl was a virgin. A hot, juicy, young virgin. He pressed a finger to her pussy, just above where his thick cock was distending her soft cuntlips and he found the slick hardness of her little clit. He began to massage the swollen button while maintaining steady pressure on the fragile barrier, determined that he’d wait until the girl was overheated with juvenile passion before breaking her in.
Mary looked down at his huge raging cock that was just inside her, the thick plum stretching her opening and spreading her cuntlips apart. The huge staff seemed to go on forever, like a rigid, sexy snake. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, not as much now from her original fear but from erotic excitement. Her earlier self-stimulation and her teacher’s intimate kisses and caresses had made her pussy well greased for his massive cock and now, as he titillated her cum-trigger, little butterfly-like sensations fluttered through her stomach.
Don sensed a slight swelling of the girl’s pleasure-sprout and heard her breathing become fast and laboured. The constricted, elastic orifice of her cuntmouth was gripping the bulbous protuberance of his cockhead with delightful heat and, holding her wide, plump hips steady, he arched upwards. His mindless lust surged to a higher elevation when he felt the flimsy barricade yield, then split as his cock broke through the youngster’s hymen. Yes! Oh yes! He’d broken her cherry. He was in another young virgin!
Instinctively the thirteen-year-old virgin spread her plump legs wider apart as if to relieve the distending pressure and then, “Hunngghh!” she cried out in agony as the powerful prick rammed through her hymen, ripping it from the walls of her pussy. The hurting lasted for only a moment and then, as the man hauled her down, it was replaced by a throbbing but not unpleasant ache as her juvenile passage was expanded.
The teacher looked up at the salacious sight of the plump, big-titted youngster spread open above him, her pretty face twisting in a sexy grimace, her soft, heavy breasts bobbling as she trembled and quivered. He felt the heat of her vestal blood well up and flow down over his cock as she sat, petrified and immobile with three quarters of his ramrod buried in the tight confines of her young cunt.
The girl heard the man moan with pleasure and her body trembled. She was afraid to move and she resisted weakly as he pulled her lower, impaling her ever deeper on the massive stake. But there was no more pain, as the man's cock continued to snake deeply into her virginal cunt.
Don savoured the cock-skinning sensations as the young girl’s previously inviolate sheath engulfed his throbbing tool, the hot, elastic flesh molding to his steel-hard shaft, and the feelings were impressed indelibly in his memory.
Mary felt her teacher’s cock pry so deeply into her underaged twat, that she would have sworn, sexually naive as she was, that the head of his prick
was lodged in her stomach. Her young body was bloated with the piquant sensations, which filled her, and caused her to tremble hotly. A feverish sweat covered her silken skin as the man started to move his deepthrust fuckpole within her.
The horny teacher manipulated the plump, young girl astride him, stroking her widely flared hips, sensuously milking her hugely swollen tits, mauling their soft opulence and pushing up until the tip of his cock bumped the hardness of her cervix.
The newly deflowered thirteen-year-old felt her breathing get puffy and shallow as the man continued to thrust his cock into her. She sat there in puppet-like compliance, thrilled and fascinated by the wild sensations that coursed through her immature body. As the huge stiff ramrod of the man moved in and out of her flesh, her juvenile cunt began to accommodate his cock, extending inward now as he pushed past her cervix and buried the last inch inside her body. Her pussy flesh seemed to ripple around the massive prick, and each movement, each twitch of her sex flesh added more hot pleasure to the overflowing well of her sexual bliss.
Don could feel the pressure building in his aching testicles and knew that the tremendous, sexual delight he was taking from the young, big-titted girl’s tight-cunted embrace would soon cause him to explode into her.
The youngster’s body started to tremble violently, as wild new sensations coursed through her. She felt that she was on the verge of having an orgasm, but it wasn't like anything she had ever experienced by frigging herself. She started to moan. Her body was shaking loosely as the man pushed up, in and out of her. Mary had a feeling, as she felt his massive cock pump in and out of her, massaging the tender walls of her pussy, prying deep into her sexual, dripping well, that her whole lower body was on fire. She closed her eyes, and her body started to twitch.
Don felt the girl’s pussy walls close in even tighter around his cock and he began humping up into her, pistoning faster and faster in and out of her hot, hungry twat and he sensed the wild ecstasy which had taken possession of the young schoolgirl’s body. Mary’s whimpers became suddenly a greater, more prolonged, consistent moaning and she jerked and heaved abandonedly against him, pumping wildly as the hotly shooting spasms of orgasm tore through her juvenile loins.
Yes. She was cumming! The man used the girl’s soft fleshbags like handles and pulled her writhing body down harder, feeling his cock enter to the maximum, dilating and expanding her inward until the fat lips of her young cunt were stretched around the base of his cock. As Mary uttered a throaty, gasping moan, he felt her burning, twitching cunt open momentarily like a wide, gaping sleeve and then her pussy walls closed in more tightly around his hard rod as he drove deeply into her, piercing her newly-opened womanhood over and over again.
The first-fucked youngster felt her body being buffeted by the convulsions of her orgasm. She heard herself squeal, as the spasms of her climax engulfed her thoroughly stuffed cunt. She felt as if all her insides were melting, that the man's cock was like a torch, burning her out, leaving her deprived of every organ she had once had in her body, except the pulsating pleasure-centre between her widespread legs.
The unprincipled teacher’s upward thrusts became more and more frenzied as the girl’s pussy walls started to convulse, the walls contracting rhythmically around his hard-thrusting cock. He felt the tightness in his painfully aching testicles and he groaned as the rush of semen from the swollen reservoirs began.
The thirteen-year-old youngster was cumming, and cumming more violently than she had ever even imagined. Her young nostrils flared, as she strove to drive oxygen into her passion-spent lungs. The man's cock seemed to swell impossibly larger in her cunt, pressing even harder against her quivering quim. The hot hard flesh abraded her cuntwalls, sending hot shivers of bliss coursing through her and the lust besotted girl writhed frantically astride her teacher’s upward thrusting body. The man’s wiry pubic hairs tickled her clitoris as he slammed up into her and his grinding motions into her cunt had spread her swollen pink flesh wide open.
The contractions and squeezing of the multitude of tiny muscles in the young girl’s sheath took Don over the top. He groaned again in ecstasy as the pressure in his loins was suddenly released and his overheated gism spurted hotly up into Mary’s squirming depths.
As the initial thrills of climax passed, Mary felt a whole different sensation that shot her orgasm to another plane of intensity. She felt her teacher’s hot wetness jetting up into her and, after a moment, realized that he too was cumming. Her underaged cunt was a soggy, quivering mess, a swamp of lust and heated desire as she kept right on writhing around on the thick cock, which filled her so deeply and completely.
Don pumped his sperm up into the young girl’s buxom frame and he felt as if her underaged passage was sucking it from him like a soft, toothless mouth. Then, gradually she relaxed and her thighs went limp again on either side of his hips and he pulled her upper body down onto his chest, her heavily hanging breasts flattening against him as she collapsed.
“You’re a wonderful girl, Mary. Thank you for having me as your first lover.” Don felt the after-twitches of her tight sheath still trying to milk more of his sperm up into her humid depths. He felt as if the young girl’s pussy had extracted even the marrow from his bones as he caressed her plump, naked curves and gently mouthed her huge, soft tits.
“Oh
Sir…was it…does it make up for what Miz Barnes did? Like, cheating on you? Doing that stuff to Tom…and
my brother.” She had been thrilled by his thanks and by the great warmth, deep inside, where he’d
drenched her first-fucked cunt.
God? How
did she know? How many were there? Who else knew? A hot rage shot through the man but he couldn’t
let this girl know. “Oh yes,
Mary. It makes up for
anything…everything. Did you? Is that why you let me?”
“Uh…partly, Sir? But I
woulda let you anyway. You’re so nice…and you’re always so good to
me.”
“It’s getting late Mary,” and Don helped the plump girl off his
body. She dressed slowly, looking at him
with cow-like eyes, her legs unsteady after what had just happened.
“I can come see you after school any day,” she said hesitantly and her meaning was
unmistakable. What would Joan think of
she knew he’d fucked a thirteen year old?
Another one?
After the girl left, Don sat in his chair and mulled over what he was
going to do about Joan. How many guys
had the bitch screwed, anyway?
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“Please, Sherry? Just one time? I’m
sure he’d like it too. And it’s not like
he never did it to me before.”
Sherry was becoming very annoyed, hurt by her friend’s refusal to share
her brother in law. “You don’t seem
to mind that he still does it with Joan.
Please, why not me?”
“It’s not the same, Sherry. I guess I’m scared that he’ll like you better. So don’t ask me again. The answer is NO!” Julie looked enviously at her friend’s slender body. There was no way she was going to let her younger friend back in bed with Don. No way. At least that’s what she thought.
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Vengeful Virgin
Chapter 16
Violating Virginal Vicki
Wherein we find Don descending to the edge of depravity as he takes advantage of another of his Grade seven students and, for the moment at least, satisfies his appetite for cherries.
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Mary’s revelation that Joan’s infidelities went beyond those that Don had known about was not a complete surprise to him. After learning about his wife and Reverend Gibson and about her seduction of Julie’s ex-boyfriend, Tom, he had remembered other occasions that would fit with cheating. He felt like a fool. And now he was an angry fool.
He should have felt guilty about having sex with big-titted thirteen-year-old Mary and, in a way, he did. It wasn’t because of the young girl, however. She had been ready and willing and if she hadn’t been, he likely would not have had the courage (or whatever) to seduce her. And somebody would have got her cherry very soon if he hadn’t. His guilt was related to Julie. It would hurt her, he knew, if she found out, even though she had willingly shared him with her friend, Sherry. But only once.
He still yearned for the exquisite tightness of the slender beauty’s sheath and he’d hinted to Julie about a repeat session but her reaction was definitely negative. But now he knew he had to get rid of Joan and he had to do it in such a way that he could keep Julie. This posed a problem. Julie was only fifteen and the age of consent in their jurisdiction was sixteen. He couldn’t therefore divorce his cheating wife and marry her sister or at least he couldn’t without a lot of complicating approvals.
To add to his dilemma was his growing attraction to his adolescent students. Julie would be hurt if she knew and, in addition, it was very risky. But maybe one more time? It had been four days since he’d had the plump, busty virgin, Mary. Four celibate days because Julie’s and Joan’s periods had arrived concurrently. Joan’s didn’t matter. He wasn’t planning to screw her ever again if he could get up the guts to break off with her. And if he did, (screw her again that is), he’d for sure use a condom. In fact he had to have a medical check. Who knew where or whom that bitch had been screwing?
Once more. One more time before he settled down and was faithful to Julie. Sherry was the one he wanted most but if he couldn’t have her then he wanted one more tight-cunted young girl, another virgin if possible. And he’d chosen his target, or victim, depending on your point of view.
Vicki was probably the smartest girl in his Grade seven class. She was also the youngest. Neither of those attributes was, however, the reason for her selection as the girl he most desired. She was a beautiful blonde, slender like Sherry but as far as he could see, better endowed in the tit category.
Don was a gentle, non-aggressive man. It was probably this aspect of his personality that had enabled his wife to get away with her promiscuity for so long. Vicki was a kindred soul. She was timid and submissive and obedient and, along with her tremendously appealing physical attributes, her obvious tractability and the contrast with his wife made her irresistible to her teacher.
Vicki wore a school uniform. Nobody else did. It was traditional garb of knee socks, a tartan kilt and a white blouse. Her mother had worn such a uniform at the private school she’d attended and, despite her daughter’s timid objections; she’d insisted that Vicki wear the same. It embarrassed the docile youngster and served to widen the gulf between she and her other classmates so she had no friends or confidantes to turn to when problems arose. And today she had a particular problem.
This morning her parents had overslept and had gone rushing out of the house before Vicki was ready for school. She’d gone to their bedroom to get her mother’s watch, which her mother let her use when she wanted to keep close track of the time. Vicki noticed something in an open dresser drawer. Guiltily she’d investigated and found her parents’ collection of erotica, books, videos and some glossy magazines. She had just taken out one of the magazines and was looking open-mouthed at the picture on the cover when she heard a noise downstairs. In a rush she closed the drawer without putting back the magazine but, hearing footsteps on the stairs, she rushed back to her room, still carrying it. Her mother had forgotten something, which she picked up but then the woman stopped for coffee. Vicki, unable to return it to the dresser, had put the magazine in her book pack and taken it to school.
Don noticed that the object of his desire remained behind after the others had gone. This wasn’t unusual. Vicki often did her homework there, at her desk, instead of at home so her teacher attached no particular significance to her presence. But, as he went to his office, he wondered what he could do to have the lovely girl as he’d had plump Mary.
Young Vicki was a virgin but she was not totally naïve. An avid reader, she’d read lots in the library about sex and she’d also read a couple of steamy novels she’d found in the bookcase at home. An uncle, her mother’s younger brother, a year ago had turned a friendly lap-sit, something they’d been doing since she was a young child, into an exploration of her precociously developing body. It happened three times but never progressed beyond some incestuously intimate caresses and the first three orgasms of her young life. Whether it was conscience or, more likely, fear of discovery, he’d stopped before anything more happened and, for unrelated reasons, he’d moved to another city. Since then Vicki had used her own fingers but it was never as good as she remembered it had been when her uncle did it.
Neither her reading nor her uncle’s intimate touches had prepared her for what she saw in the magazine. She sat at her desk, looking around frequently to be sure she wasn’t observed, and studied each explicitly detailed picture. Penises that were bigger than she’d ever imagined being inserted into women, top and bottom. Shocked and disgusted by what she saw she nonetheless felt warmth suffusing her thirteen-year-old loins and her sex swelled and moistened. She also felt a certain perverse pride that her breasts were firmer and rounder than the girls’ in the pictures.
Don, still not knowing how or if he could make advances to the ripe-bodied teen, peeked out his office door and saw the girl engrossed in reading something. Quietly he walked to the back of the classroom, and then moved silently closer to Vicki from behind.
“Sir? Oh! Mr. Barnes?” the girl cried out and she dropped the magazine to the floor. “Oh Sir? Somebody left it here.” What had he seen? How long was he watching her? Vicki was mortified.
“Must have been from a special course,
Vicki. Maybe intercourse,”
he added with a strained chuckle.
Maybe this girl wasn’t the innocent she appeared to be? “Bring it to my office, Vicki, and we’ll
discuss it.”
“But? But Sir? I have to go home?” What was she going to do? What if he told her parents? The timourous youngster trembled with apprehension but, obedient as always, she picked up the magazine and followed her teacher to his office. Too frightened to think, she didn’t notice that he turned off the classroom lights and locked his office door.
“Now my dear, let’s have a look at your reading material,” Don sat down on the love seat, drawing the timidly unresisting girl down beside him and he opened the magazine.
“Mr. Barnes? No? I don’t want to look,” Vicki whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.
“I think you should, Vicki.” The scheming teacher placed a hand on her
full thigh that was bare halfway between her knees and her crotch. “Is there any of this that you don’t
understand? Any questions?”
“Oh Sir? Please don’t make me look?” But despite her protest the girl’s gaze was drawn to the picture of a woman straddling a man, her fat-lipped, hairy vulva enclosing the tip of an impossibly huge (to her innocent eyes) penis. The girl was so distraught that she didn’t notice that her teacher’s hand was sliding higher up under her short skirt.
“Why not, Vicki? You know what they’re doing, don’t you?” Don thrilled at the gorgeous youngster’s timourous trembling, seeing her large, full breasts jiggle under her blouse.
“Yes…but?” What was he going to do? The girl wished the floor would open up and swallow her.
“No! Oh no, Mr. Barnes. I’m only thirteen…I’m too young?” And then she realized that his hand was between her legs, pressing on her swollen sex and she clamped her thighs tightly on the man’s wrist.
“It feels to me like you’re old enough, my dear,” Don said softly in a lust choked voice when he felt the slippery wetness of her panties. “Do you play with yourself…like I’m doing to you,” and in the yielding fleshiness of her thighs he managed to squirm a finger under the leg of her panties and touch the oily wetness of her puffy vulva.
“NO! DON’T!” The girl cried out in panic when her
teacher’s probing finger touched her clitoris and a hot, unwanted thrill shoe
through her juvenile loins. “Oh
please, Mr. Barnes? I’m sorry.”
“Shall we call your mother, Vicki? I’m sure she’ll be interested in what you’re reading.” Don’s cock strained at the constraint of his pants as he looked lasciviously at the girl’s trembling, pouty, full-lipped mouth.
“No! Please? Don’t tell her, Sir? Please don’t tell her?” What had she got herself into? How was she going to escape? Vicki was terrified. Her parents would be angry, furious. But, with the unwilled surge of desire in her adolescent loins her thigh-grip on the man’s wrist relaxed. Memories of her uncle’s intimate caresses overwhelmed her fearful apprehension and she whimpered with a blend of fright and craving.
Yes! He was making
progress. Don put down the magazine and
began to unbutton the girl’s blouse. “Perhaps, Vicki?
Perhaps we can find a way for me to forget what I saw?”
“Sir? Oh please Mr. Barnes? Anything. Just don’t tell?”
“Are you sure, Vicki?
I really ought to tell them? It’s
my duty?” The unprincipled teacher
could tell from the girl’s sharp gasps and the increase in her breathing rate
that his intimate assault was having the desired effect. “Has anyone done this before? Touched you like this?”
“Uh…No…Yes…Uncle Colin…he did a couple times?” Why had she told him that? Now for sure he wouldn’t stop.
“Undress, Vicki. Take off your clothes so I can make it best for you.” Was this the way? Should he press the issue?
“Oh Sir? No? I can’t?” The familiar butterflies of arousal fluttered in her young belly as she protested meekly.
“Do it, Vicki!” The
man removed his hand from her body and his voice was suddenly stern. “Or we’ll have to call your mother.”
“Mr. Barnes? Oh Sir?” the timid girl sobbed but she finished unbuttoning her blouse and, guided by his hands, she meekly and obediently removed her bra and peeled off her sodden panties. Then she sat there stressed and apprehensive as her teacher’s hands wandered all over her naked flesh.
Don thrilled to the luscious beauty of the girl’s ripe, young body as he squeezed and stroked her large, firm breasts. The thirteen-year-old girl’s breasts barely sagged at all, but rather stood high and firm despite their size. The engorged nipples jutted upward from her crinkled aureoles and he ran his fingers along the sensitive areas underneath her breasts, watching the jiggly globes heave as her breath became increasingly more rapid. He drew his fingers in teasing circles around her puffy areolas before finally brushing them across her thick, sensitive nipples.
The unseasoned youngster fought the sinful sensations that spread from her swollen breasts to her hotly churning belly. She gasped when he pinched a rubbery nipple, squeezing it and pulling it up, then bent down and licked a slow trail around and around the stimulated protuberance and she jerked in response.
Raising his face from the delightful feast of her big, firm breasts, Don kissed her soft, pouty mouth and felt her stiffen with resistance. He pushed his tongue between the tightly pursed lips and she uttered a throaty sob but he persevered, and finally she opened her teeth and admitted him into her mouth. The movement of their lips together with the intimate probing of her teacher’s tongue as he touched her teeth and then her own tongue sent more forbidden thrills surging through her. As he continued to kiss her she felt a shortness of breath that was only partially due to lack of air. Her heart began to beat harder and she felt a weakness in the pit of her stomach that was frightening in its intensity. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest but the longer that he kissed her, the harder her heart beat and the more the weakness grew.
As the man’s tongue probed her mouth her own tongue tangled with his with instinctive response. Her whole body seemed to be gripped by a deep and overpowering anticipation. an uncontrollable need that had taken her over and was centered in her achingly swollen breasts and down between her trembling legs.
Don’s mouth moved down again to suck on a thick, throbbing nipple while his gaze fixed on the girl’s naked lap and the plump convexity of her mons with its sparse bush that didn’t hide the twin fleshrolls bulging out at the wye where her thighs joined her hips. As he slid his hand lower across her firm, slightly rounded belly and down over her Venus mound, Vicki spread her legs apart, gripped by an irresistible desire to be touched there.
“Hannnh!” the girl gasped when his fingers slid down to the narrow cleft that
bisected her fat vulva with it’s scant cover of wispy, blonde hair and she bit
her lower lip. She uttered a whimpering,
throaty groan when he probed the pulpy flesh and he felt the hot moistness
bathing his finger. Her pretty face was
flushed, her eyes half-closed as she looked up at him timorously. He explored her sex, marveling at the
incredible softness as he sought her clitoral trigger and found the intense
heat of her cuntmouth.
“Oohhh!” Vicki
exclaimed when he touched the hard, slick button and her shapely pelvis rotated
involuntarily outwards as if seeking closer contact. “Mr. Barnes? Oohhh Sirrr,”
the girl whimpered breathlessly as the hot thrill from his clitoral caress shot
through her lower body. Maybe he would
only do what Uncle Colin had done? That
thought enabled her to relax a little and enjoy the fabulous sensations that
were engulfing her loins.
Don slipped one arm around
her shoulders and cupped the pulpy nest between her thighs. Then he easily dragged her acquiescent body
off the love seat to the carpeted floor.
As he continued to finger the young schoolgirl’s pussy, he managed to get
his pants off and free his raging erection for action.
The man’s unceasing
assault on her senses, his mouth on her swollen, tingling breasts and his hand
on the pulsating pleasure centre between her legs, had aroused the ripe, young
thirteen year old girl to a level of desire she’d never known before. She was unaware of the scratchy, unyielding
carpet under her naked back and, lying there wide open to his most intimate
caresses, she looked up at her teacher with a heavy-lidded expectation showing
in her eyes.
Don moved above his
acquiescent student, his mouth covering hers again and preventing her from
seeing the mammoth projection from his groin.
He manipulated his tool against the wet softness of her lightly furred
pussy, sliding it down, feeling the slight widening as it reached her cuntmouth
and resisting the temptation to push in.
The teacher couldn’t believe it was going to be this easy to get into
the luscious, young schoolgirl. Maybe
her uncle had done more than just finger her?
Suddenly Vicki became
frightened. She felt that she was losing
control of herself and with it, any hope she might
have of making her teacher stop his incessant assault on her chastity. Breathing heavily, she broke off the kiss
and turned her face away.
“Please Mr. Barnes…. Please stop?” she whimpered
piteously and her lushly rounded hips tried to squirm away from the hardness
she felt insinuating itself against her most secret place. “Oohhh Sirrrr…Please
don’t?”
Don raised up from the girl’s writhing form, looking down at her slender, big-titted frame and he placed a hand on her belly, holding her still. He scrunched his own hips down lower to get a better angle and pushed into the fat-lipped crevice of her vulva.
The helplessly pinned adolescent looked down then and saw, for the first time, the impossible hugeness of her teacher’s weapon. “Noooo…Sirrrr… You can’t!” she cried out, terrified by the sight and by the imminent invasion of her unsullied twat.
The girl’s piteous plea almost moved the lust-driven teacher to relent but the sight of her delectable, large-breasted body and the feel of her moist softness as her cuntlips enclosed his cocktip overwhelmed morality and compassion.
Supporting himself on one outstretched arm, he moved his hip-pinning hand down from her belly to her pussy and began to titillate her hard, little clit.
Vicki started sobbing louder when her teacher began fingering her, his skillful touch sending more unwanted thrills through her body. “Dohhhnn’t … Please dohhhnn’t put it in… You’ll hurt me,” she wailed even as she felt the growing heat in her belly. “Noooo…Hannh…Hanh…Nooo,” but her plea sounded inconsistent with her laboured, panting.
Oh God, the man thought. I’m raping her. I have to stop. But, although he knew that what he was doing was wrong, terribly wrong, his conscience was no match for his lust. And if conscience had had any chance of deterring him from his lecherous course that chance disappeared when the girl’s legs opened wider and her smooth pelvis tilted in an unconscious and unwilled invitation of her own defilement.
“Hanh. . Sir. . Hanh. . Sir,” Vicki squalled breathlessly and Don looked down at the helplessly excited, young girl from where her fat cuntlips cradled the thick, purple knob of his cock, up past the lightly furred mons and her firm, bulging belly and her big, thick-nippled tits to her pretty, flushed face. Her full upper lip was drawn back from her white teeth and he knew she was on the verge of orgasm. Any inhibitions he had about this violation of the teacher-student relationship dissolved like sugar in water and he pushed his throbbing, swollen organ into the hot opening below her clit.
The narrow orifice expanded elastically and her
wonderfully hot, wet flesh suddenly engulfed the bulbous tip of his cock. Collared as he now was, just inside the
entry, he began to push inward.
The girl’s hands were on his shoulders and pushing him away although his shoulders were not the primary source of her imminent peril. Don lowered his hips and he felt the entire head of his throbbing cock being gripped by her vaginal muscles. He almost cried out with licentious joy when felt the slight resistance that was her hymen. Oh God, thank You he thought with obscene irreverence. She’s a virgin! He stopped for a moment to savour the moment. He was about to complete a hat trick of cherries and this time he was in full possession of all his faculties. It was a momentous occasion but more so for the girl than for her teacher. He might have other opportunities to repeat this moment but she never would.
Vicki was biting her bottom lip, raising her head to look down at their joined genitals and letting out little whimpering sounds. She could feel herself being stretched by the huge manpole that just inside the sensitive mouth of her vagina. The thirteen-year-old girl shuddered as she looked a the length of the thick cock. He could never put it into her. Not all of it. Could he? Her trembling hips rotated downward in an instinctive attempt to escape the impending invasion of her virgin body but to no avail. Her teacher’s hips followed hers downward and she felt a hot ache as his cockhead pushed relentlessly against her fragile hymen.
The girl’s lush ass was pressed hard to the unyielding carpet and she had nowhere more to go. The man pulled back just a bit, then pushed forward again, this time with a little more pressure. Don thrilled as he felt himself hit her virginal barrier again. Looking down at the young girl spread helplessly open beneath him he felt a surge of exultation as he continued increasing the pressure until he felt the elastic membrane yield and then rip, parting around his cockhead.
“Yeeeech!”
Vicki’s squeal of agony as her cherry burst was followed by a sibilant,
quavering whine, “Hurrtssssss… Mr. Barnes…
Oohhh…You’re hurting me!”
Don stopped then, enjoying the feel of her hot, tight cunt around his throbbing tool. “It’s OK Vicki. It’s only for a moment.” Looking down to where their bodies were joined he saw the deeper red of her cherry juice showing on the pinkness of her cock-distended labia.
Her teacher’s finger was still massaging her swollen cum-trigger and the girl’s pain quickly dissipated, replaced by a growing huger in her juvenile loins. Her legs, which had tensed and squeezed in on the man’s thighs relaxed again, lying limply, open. Vicki, despite the urge created by the mushrooming heat in her belly, didn’t dare move. She felt as if a big cucumber was spreading her but, although she raised her head to look, the man’s arm blocked her view.
The schoolteacher pushed forward again, squeezing another inch of his cock into the thirteen-year-old schoolgirl’s reluctantly yielding pussy. Her cunt muscles were gripping him with a vise-like squeeze and, as he forced another inch of his thick tool into her she opened her pretty mouth and a whimper that might have been pain or passion sounded in his ears. Don backed off, then advanced again. And again. And again. Each time he withdrew it felt like her tight, juicy sheath was trying to prevent him from drawing back. And each time he thrust in again, a fraction deeper, she moaned and the walls of her vagina grudgingly expanded to accept the invasion. Time stood still for him as he fixed this never-to-be-repeated with Vicki moment in his memory.
Don continued his slow-motion ravishment of the nubile youngster, pushing in just a tiny bit at a time until he had more than half of his shaft buried in her adolescent body. He slowly pulled back until just the head remained inside, then pushed forward again, a little faster and soon he was truly fucking her, thrusting in until his cocktip bumped the hardness of her cervix, then withdrawing for another push. This lovely girl was tighter than what he could only foggily remember Sherry being and definitely tighter than his other virgin, Julie. Were slender girls always tighter than buxom ones?
The pain was gone and, as her first-plumbed scabbard adjusted to its expansion by her teacher’s huge spear, Vicki felt something give deep inside her as her teacher lost control. She uttered a breathless grunt as he rammed the thick stake past her cervix to extend her vaginal pouch inward and her mind whiled with a Technicolor display of flashing lights.
The teacher had his hands on Vicki’s writhing hips and she was grabbing his forearms so hard he thought she'd cut off the circulation. Don hammered the young schoolgirl’s firm-fleshed frame with no thought of her youth or just demolished virginity, aware only of her mindless squirming and moaning.
“Naaahhhh. . Mr. Barnes. . Yannhh. . Yannhh,” Vicki chanted, as the tingles became pulses and then massive waves of heat that washed over her, through her and seemed to consume the whole of her thirteen-year-old body.
Vicki was quivering and squirming on the floor now, shaking her head back and forth, and moving her hips, unaware of the hard scratchiness of the carpet on her naked back. Her face was flushed as she pulled on his arms, pushing her hips up to him, trying to make him speed up the action. Don covered her mouth with his and lashed his tongue into her mouth as he felt her hot, internal muscles quivering all over his plunging shaft.
The randy schoolmaster had held back as long as he could. Now he had to cum. He broke off the kiss to look down at her cute face as he plowed in and out of her sweet, tight pussy. She was moaning loudly, thrusting her hips up with totally unvirginlike disregard for the plundering of her pristine passage. Don could feel his balls tightening and he stopped, forcing his cock deep inside her convulsing channel and pushing hard against her mound. He sensed that her gripping, spasming cunt muscles would make him cum like this, and this way he could draw out the triumphant ecstasy of being the first to fuck this lovely youngster.
The no-longer-virgin youngster felt her teacher’s mammoth staff expanding and throbbing within her and could feel his thick semen shooting deep into her womb.
The girl’s cunt-muscles contracted and began spasming as he felt his gism spurting deep into her vagina. In his orgasmic bliss, it felt like the girl was siphoning the sperm out of him and the admixture of her juices and his hot semen was bathing his cock. He still wasn't thrusting, just pushing in hard and deep, holding steady while her firm belly bulged and palpitated under his and her rippling vagina milked his pulsing pole.
Don collapsed to lie, full weight, on the youngster’s slender, big-titted frame. He felt like he was a drained, empty shell and, for a moment, he was unable to move on the panting, whimpering schoolgirl’s body. After about a minute of delightful lassitude he kissed her soft, quivering lips before slowly withdrawing his prick. Her pussy muscles still gripped him hard as he was pulling out, as if not wanting him to leave.
“Oh Sir? Mr. Barnes?
You shouldn’t have? I’m only
thirteen?” Vicki felt a pang of
remorse. She wasn’t a virgin any
more. She couldn’t save it for marriage
like she’d wanted to. But a soothing
lethargy suffused her sated body and, as her teacher withdrew from her tender,
cum-flooded vagina she had a sense of loss.
“But I’m not mad at you, Sir.
I won’t tell.”
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Yes. That was what he’d wanted. But Don still wondered about Sherry. Had she enjoyed it the way Vicki obviously had? In the fog of his drug-dulled memories he thought she had but he wasn’t at all sure. And, although Julie had explained why the other girl had been there and why she’d given him her virginity, his sister in law had kept her friend away from him ever since. At least she seemed to be keeping her away?
Don was right about that. And the object of his post-coital reverie was most unhappy about the situation. Anger causes people to do strange things, as we will see in the next chapter.
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Vengeful Virgin
Who Needs Enemies
Wherein Sherry,
jealous of Julie’s romantic relationship with Don, enlists Tom to assist in the
debauchment of her best friend and then satisfies her own craving to have Don
again.
Sherry was angry. She was angry with her father, the good Reverend Gibson, but that was nothing new. Right now, at this moment, she was especially angry with her best friend, Julie. The girl seemed to be almost gloating over the fact that her brother in law was screwing her twice as often, and better than he was screwing his wife, her sister. It was like she was saying, ‘Ha Ha, I’ve got him and you don’t.’ Not only saying it it Joan but also to Sherry. And she was supposed to be a friend? Sherry wanted to get even, somehow.
As she walked past the lockers in the school hallway she saw Tom. What would he think if he knew that his ex-girlfriend, the goody-goody girl that wouldn’t give him anything more than a handjob, was fucking her own brother in law? She’d like to tell him all of it, that Julie was sucking him off and letting him assfuck her. As Sherry fumed she was suddenly struck by a perverse idea.
“Oh, Hi Sherry. Pretty good, I guess?” Damn. She’s a cute little chick, even if she’s only thirteen. Boy, would I ever get hassled by the guys if I screwed someone like her. Cradle robbing, they’d say.
“You know Dad
wouldn’t allow that. I’m only
thirteen. Would you like to see
Julie? I mean, like…you know? Really see her?”
“Huh? Whaddya mean, Sherry?”
“But Sherry? How?” Tom still wasn’t sure exactly what the girl meant but it sounded good. And ever since he’d bragged about screwing Joan he’d been sorry he did because he hoped that someday he’d get back together with Julie. He really did love her.
“Tell you what,
Tom. I’ll see what I can set up. Then I’ll tell you what I mean. And how.”
Sherry’s
mind was working overtime, trying to figure out exactly what she was going to
do.
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“Will Joan be gone
long, Julie?”
“Yeah,
all week. Do you want to sleep over tomorrow
night? Don has a meeting of some kind
and he’s not going to be home until midnight.”
“Sure Julie. I’d like that.” She couldn’t have set it up better if she’d tried, Sherry
thought joyfully. She knew now just what
she’d do.
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Julie
had perceived that Sherry was annoyed with her and she thought she knew
why. No way though that she was going to
let her friend get in bed with Don. What
if he did and decided that he liked younger and smaller better? As much as Julie loved Don and, especially,
his lovemaking, she also had good memories of the few times she and Sherry had
given each other pleasure. And, good as
Don was in bed, he didn’t have the mouth-touch that Sherry had. Maybe if she and her friend slept together
again she could make up for her refusal to share Don with her? They’d be all alone until late tonight and
she was going to try to make up with her best friend.
Sherry
was ecstatic. They’d both showered and
now were in bed together, naked. Should
she make the first move? Julie had
definitely set the stage.
Julie
was a bit nervous. How was Sherry going
to react? She turned on her side beside
her friend and draped her arm over her waist.
It’s nice, she thought, as she stroked the other girl’s sleek, firm
flanks and, as her hand moved down across her flat belly to the almost hairless
mound, Sherry gave a soft moan and spread her legs apart.
“Do you want
to? You know?” the thirteen year old asked
as she cupped one of the bigger girl’s big, firm breasts.
“Mmmmm,” Julie murmured in wordless
assent and her mouth closed over a firm breast while her hand slid down between
Sherry’s compliantly opened thighs. And, suddenly, her friend was pushing her
over on her back and sliding lower in the bed to lie between Julie’s open
thighs.
“Let me,
Sherry. Let me do you,” Julie mumbled as she felt
the warm moistness of her friend’s mouth between her legs.
“After,
Julie. I want to just make love to you…to give you
pleasure.” Sherry’s lips and tongue
traced a path along the crease where Julie’s plump thighs joined her
torso. She licked the outer edges of the
swelling labia, feeling the scraggly hairs under her tongue, moving inward to
the already oily crevice. She filled her
hands with the girl’s large breasts and stroked the firm flesh, finding the
nipples that were already engorged and extended. She teased her, her tongue making little
forays into Julie’s cuntal cleft then away to the outer slopes.
Julie
felt as if her sex was swollen to balloon size and she moaned and squirmed as
her friend’s mouth moved on it. The fat
lips filled out and the monk’s hood over her clitoris projected out slightly
between. “Oh! Oh
Sherry!” Julie gasped as her
friend’s tongue licked tantalizingly close to her clit. “Aahhh!” she cried out when the hard, pebbly snake pressed on
her throbbing cum-trigger.
Her
friend’s excitement was contagious and Sherry squeezed and tugged at her
friend’s voluminous titflesh and dove deeper between her widely splayed
thighs. She tasted the pleasant
sharpness of Julie’s oily lubrication and felt the fine corrugations of her
cuntmouth as she slid her tongue inside as far as she could reach.
“Hannnh! . . Yannhh! . . Haannhhh!” the prone fifteen-year-old
girl panted and hot shivers of anticipation surged through her lower body. She reached down to hold Sherry’s blonde
head, her legs rising as she undulated up at the teasing, probing tongue. In and out and around the
supple appendage explored Julie’s juicy cavity as she moaned and whined in the
extremity of desire. Her intense
pleasure was combined with an equally intense frustration and she tilted her
broad pelvis, seeking that other passionately needed contact.
Sherry
knew that Julie was on the brink of climax and she raised her face enough that
her lips could lock on her friend’s now erectly protruding clit. Warm, soft thigh-flesh closed around her
head, muffling the long drawn out cry as she took Julie over the top. She felt the fat, puffy cuntflesh bulge and
flutter against her face as she held the slick, little bud between her lips and
titillated it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.
“Sherrrryyyyy! . . Oohhhhh Yyeeesss!” Julie’s loud wail rent the air as her body
exploded in a paroxysm of hot sensation and a kaleidoscope of brightly coloured
light overwhelmed her.
Sherry,
her head trapped between her friend’s strangling
thigh-hold, fought for breath. For a
moment she thought she was going to drown in the sloppy-wet pudding that
surrounded her face and then, to her relief, Julie’s legs fell away and she lay
there panting and moaning.
“You like that
didn’t you, Julie,” Sherry murmured as she kissed the girl’s slack-lipped mouth. Her face was wet and slippery with the juices
of the other girl’s passion and she thrust her tongue into a mouth that was
totally different than the lower entry she had just explored.
“Mmmmm…God, you
know I did,” Julie
sighed as she used her own tongue to push Sherry’s from her mouth. “But what about you?”
“You just wait
here. I’m going to get us cokes…and add
a bit of Don’s rum to them. Then you can
make me happy.” Sherry rose from the bed
and paused. “But you could make me really happy if you
let me go climb into bed with Don after he gets home.”
“No
way, Sherry. He’s mine!
You’ll have to find your own lover.” And Julie stretched and smiled,
her self-satisfaction plain to see.
“OK, Julie. Just thought I’d ask
again.” Damn her! She deserves what’s going to happen to her!
Julie
was beginning to wonder what was taking so long when Sherry arrived with their
cokes. And it had taken a while. Sherry had first gone to the little bathroom
for a Roofie, then downstairs she’d called Tom who was
not far away with his cell phone.
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“Does she look
better than her sister?” Tom asked. It had taken less than thirty minutes for the girls to
finish their drinks and for Julie to start making love to her friend. Before she had done more than get Sherry hot,
the drugged girl dozed off. Sherry had
gone downstairs where Tom was waiting at the door and she’d brought him up to
the bedroom.
“Oh God, she’s
lovely,” the
boy said as he looked at his ex-girlfriend sprawled naked and open legged on
the bed. “Can we be alone, Sherry?”
“Sure Tom. I’ll be in Don’s bedroom. Call if you need help,” she replied with a nasty
smile. She left to get the camera and
record the action from the peep-corridor.
Tom
took off his clothes, afraid that at any moment Julie would come out of the
drug-induced stupor. He was almost
nauseous with desire as he knelt over her, kneeing her shapely legs wider
apart. Oh God! He loved her.
He felt guilty, doing it this way but he, rationalized, she’s done it
before and she did love me. Maybe she’ll
love me again, after?
The
virile teen was as hard as he’d ever been and, because of this girl’s sister,
he knew what to expect. He was
nonetheless surprised that her soft pussy was so wet. He looked at the buxom beauty, watching her
face and body as he entered her slowly, wanting this first time with her to
last as long as it could. It was
Heaven. He felt himself being engulfed
by her incredibly hot and deliciously snug lovenest and he heard her whimper
softly as he lodged himself inside her, to the hilt.
Sherry
watched and videotaped as the boy’s bare ass bobbed slowly up and down between
her friend’s widespread thighs. But it
didn’t last long.
Heaven
it was. Too much so. Tom squirmed against Julie’s yielding flesh,
savouring the feel of her large, firm breasts under his chest and her broad
hips meeting his thrusts with delightful quivers and jerks. The pressure built in his testicles and he
lost control. With a series of fierce,
short strokes he rammed his throbbing tool into the drugged girl’s juicy sheath
and with a groan he discharged his semen in hot, spurting gouts. He lay on her, full weight, wishing he could
keep on. And he probably could have.
“Would you like to
do it more, Tom?
“Huh? Sherry?
I can’t…not yet?” The presence of the other girl had such a dampening effect
on him that Tom felt his erection disappear totally.
“I have something
that will help.” Five minutes later, after
an explanation and an injection, Tom was hard again.
This
time Sherry didn’t bother with the videocam.
She already had enough to show Don and, she hoped, ensure that he’d make
love to her. Instead she poked around in
the dressers in Don and Joan’s room.
Tom,
with no internal pressure demanding release, tried to arouse the lovely girl he
was raping. And that’s what it was. He realized that. But she deserved it, he told himself. He grew steadily more frustrated and anger
developed in him. This girl, the girl he
had loved so dearly, was letting her brother in law fuck her. She was a slut. He felt the beginning of response from her
slackly open body when he heard Sherry.
“How would you
like to be equipped like this?”
Tom
stopped pumping his hips and turned to look.
His jaw dropped. My God! Sherry was naked now, her small, perky
breasts bare, the nipples jutting up.
Her waist curved in smoothly but bizarrely, below her navel was the
biggest cock he’d ever seen. He was shocked and speechless.
“Do you think
Julie would like it?” The incongruously equipped
girl stroked the fake extension of her pelvis, more than nine inches long and
too big for her fingers to enclose, at least two inches across.
This
time his artificially enhanced hard-on didn’t wilt but Tom’s first feeling was
envy. And then he tried to imagine what
it would be like to be that far into the girl beneath him. Before he could come up with an answer to
Sherry’s question she answered it for him.
“She likes it big,
Tom. Don is almost like this…I
think?” Sherry moved closer to the bed. “I’d
like to…you know…fuck her too. With this.”
The
Roofie’s effect on Julie was greater than it had been
on Don, probably because she was smaller, so she was almost completely
unconscious. Now however, when Tom
stopped moving in her, she whimpered and her hips gave a slight upward surge.
Tom
thrilled to the girl’s first sign of response and he slid his hands under her
ass, pulling himself in deeper as he began to fuck her again.
“Mmmmm…Don…more…give
me more,” Julie
moaned, her words slurring and soft. She
lifted her legs and locked them around the boy’s hips. “All
of it, Darling. . Deeper. .
Put it all in. I want all of you in me.”
Tom
ground against the buxom girl’s open fuck-saddle, in her as far as his hard
tool would reach. Julie’s dreamy pleas
for more depth made him feel inadequate and he was angry. Damn her!
Yes, if the bitch wanted more, she’d get more! He rolled from her body and signaled for Sherry
to move in.
Sherry
felt a sense of power as she mounted her friend’s open, prone body. She guided the synthetic tool to the
sloppy-wet nest and began to push in.
God! She remembered how it had
felt when Don had first entered her own little pussy and she wondered how this
felt to Julie. The huge dildo was dry
and Sherry penetrated her friend with a series of short, inward thrusts and
withdrawals, each one helping to coat the thick pole with Julie’s abundant,
oily juices.
“Yeesss Don. . Oohhh yesss,” Julie moaned as she felt
herself being filled. “Oohhh darling…you’re so big…. so hard,” and she tilted her wide hips
to accept the invasion.
Tom
fumed at the girl’s obviously willing acceptance of the mammoth,
pseudo-cock. There was no hope for
him. The young bitch wanted big. Bigger than he.
For perhaps two minutes Sherry screwed her friend’s big,
young body, her own loins hungering for similar penetration. Soon, she thought. Don couldn’t resist her now, not after he saw
the video of Tom fucking his adolescent lover.
Then a lewd thought entered her mind.
The
boy watched with lecherous fascination as the slender blonde pulled the fake
penis from his ex-girlfriend’s tortured twat and dragged her inert body off the
bed onto the floor on top of her own.
And then she was pushing the drugged teen upright astride her counterfeit
tool and guiding the compliant other girl down, impaling her on the enormous
staff.
“Oohhh lover,” Julie groaned as she absorbed the hard
tool and she began to move gingerly astride the warm body beneath her. The Huge pseudo-cock was stretching Julie's
pussy lips wide as she slowly pistoned her ass searching for the bottom of the
enormous dildo. Finding the bottom Julie
ground down and wriggled around its cunt-spreading thickness and in rhythm with
Sherry she bounced on the cock's bottom while her big breasts bounced and swung
wildly. “It feels so good…so
hard…you’re in me so deep. I love it!”
“Get the videocam,
Tom,” Sherry
whispered and she told him where it was.
It took a few minutes during which the deeply penetrating dildo
increasingly aroused her friend but Tom followed directions and loaded a new
cassette then set the up the videocam. on automatic,
pointed as Sherry ordered. Still not
understanding what the girl had in mind, he checked the focus, framing Julie’s
head in the picture and adjusting the zoom so that it included Sherry. Then,
when as he made sure, as Sherry had directed, that the aim would be high enough
to include a standing person, her intent became clear to him.
Tom
stood beside the coupled girls and if his cock had not been artificially
hardened the sight of the beautiful, busty girl writhing and squirming on the
hugely impaling stake would have hardened him.
He waited for Sherry’s signal, then moved to
stand with his feet on either side of the horizontal girl’s body, his cock
close to Julie’s panting mouth.
Julie’s
drug-dulled mind was afire with lust and when something hot bumped her chin her
mouth opened. She felt the hot knob
slide between her lips and remembered how she’d serviced her lover this way
before. Unable to comprehend how he
could fill her as he was and still need her mouth she nonetheless began to
tongue and suck the hot, hard rod as is thrust in and out of her mouth. She gently fondled the heavy eggs that swayed
and bumped her chin each time the staff thrust into her maw.
Tom
was ecstatic. The prudish bitch who never let him even touch her pussy and then let her
brother in law fuck it was sucking his cock.
He relished the feel and the sight of the girl’s pretty mouth as her
soft lips caressed his slowly plunging tool.
The
deeply penetrating hardness was bringing Julie to a peak and, as it did, her
mouth-action incited her ex-boyfriend to licentious heights. He held her head as he fucked her wildly
sucking mouth and the gently stimulating touch of the girl’s hand on his
testicles took him over the top.
“Glunngh. .
Unngh.
. Gluullp,” sounded wetly from Julie’s throat as the bucking
shaft spurted into her mouth. She
swallowed noisily but not for a moment did she ease off. Her own body was writhing and jerking as the
hot waves of orgasm washed over her dildo-filled belly.
The
boy’s knees trembled as he exploded into the girl’s mouth, elated at this
obscene violation of his ex-girlfriend’s lovely body. He cradled her cheeks with his hands as she
looked up unseeingly at him, her mindless, submissive acquiescence to his lust
adding to his enjoyment.
Sherry
too was aroused by the sight of her friend’s mechanical response to the abuse
of her adolescent senses. She could
hardly wait until the brother in law got home.
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It had been a long evening for Don. A long, boring evening of listening to self-important school board members expound on their ideas of how teachers should teach. He didn’t want to disturb the girls who he expected were sleeping, so he showered in the downstairs bathroom and then, wearing only a robe, he poured himself a drink.
Maybe the girls weren’t asleep? Would Julie still want to make love to Sherry? Maybe they were doing it now? Maybe somehow he could get Julie to let him have Sherry? Would Sherry want to? He sipped his scotch, his penis swelling at the thought. He reached down and touched it. God, it was sensitive and tender after yesterday’s episode with the lush, slender virgin, Vicki. How tight would Sherry be now? Had anyone else been in her since that night with him?
Don’s many questions weren’t answered but suddenly his dream girl was standing beside his chair. He looked at her, stunned. She wore baby doll pajamas but it looked like she had on only the top. In fact, he was sure that was all she wore. The hemline barely covered her hips and in the shadow of the loosely hanging pajama top he could see the top of her thighs including the slight gap between her legs where they joined her torso.
“What were you thinking about, Don?” Sherry looked pointedly at the prominent, tent-like bulge of his robe at this groin. God. He was as big as that dildo, she thought with a shudder. No wonder she’d felt so tender there after he’d broken her in.
“Uh…I don’t
know…the meeting, I guess? I thought you
and Julie would be in bed by now?”
“We were…Julie still is,
Don…Mr. Barnes.” What’s he going to
say when I show him what she’s doing?
Maybe I shouldn’t? “I heard
you down here and I wanted to be with you.
Do you remember? Like, when we
were together upstairs?”
“Yes, Sherry. I remember…and I’m ashamed. And I never did apologize to you for what I did. Not that an apology can make up for it. But I am sorry, Sherry. I hope you forgive me?” Would she forgive him if she knew how much he wanted to have her ripe, thirteen-year-old body again? Anyway, he couldn’t do it even if she was willing. It was bad enough that he’d been unfaithful to Julie and screwed two of his young schoolgirls. It would be completely unforgivable to make love to Julie’s best friend.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Mr. Barnes. I loved it.” Sherry sat down on his knee, turning to face him with one knee raised so her leg rested on his thigh. “I was hoping you might want to…you know…do it again?” Sitting as she was with her beautiful cheerleader's legs lightly spread apart he could see that she wore no pajama bottom. Her naked pussy was offered to his view, her pubic hair was only a light covering of blonde fuzz and he could see that her vaginal lips were swollen with arousal.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Sherry. I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to Julie. You’re lovely, my dear, and I want you, but…” Don’s words trailed away to silence.
“But why, Don?” He’d made love to her once so she didn’t
have to call him Mister Barnes, did she.
“She isn’t…like…maybe you better come see?”
“What do you mean, Sherry?” Don’s stomach fluttered nervously. Was Julie cheating on him? Was she like her sister?
“C’mon upstairs, Don. I’ll show
you.”
With heavy heart Don followed the young, nearly naked girl upstairs. He could see her firm, naked buttock-globes roll appealingly as she climbed the stairs ahead of him and he was not surprised when she led him to his own bedroom and into the peep-corridor.
“See, Don. She’s getting it from Tom.” Sherry was relieved. She’d been afraid that after cumming twice, once in Julie’s pussy, then in her mouth, that he wouldn’t be on her again but he was.
“Oh God.” The man’s heart sank down to his feet as he saw the boy’s bare bottom pumping up and down between Julie’s widely splayed legs. Her eyes were closed but she was uttering short, breathless whimpers, the sounds he knew well that signaled the approach of orgasm. How could she? But then he remembered what he’d done with Mary and Vicki. Turnabout was fair play. Maybe one of them had told her?”
“See. . I told you so,” the girl said smugly.
Just then Julie’s legs rose into the air and wrapped around the boy’s hips as she began to hump up at him. Something snapped in her usually considerate brother in law and Don grabbed the girl beside him and dragged her to the bed. “You want to be fucked, little girl, then you’ll be fucked,” he spat as he threw her slender body onto the bed.
Oh God, Sherry thought as she sprawled on the sheets. What have I done? The man dropped his robe to reveal his huge prick in all its purple-headed glory and he fell across the now trembling adolescent. Sherry felt the hot hardness poking between her legs, seeking and then suddenly finding its target.
For almost a month, ever since he had devirginated her, Don had hungered for this slender thirteen-year-old girl. Now he had her. She was naked beneath him, her shapely legs spread wide by his knees, her almost hairless, fat cuntlips gaping open and revealing projecting flap of flesh that hid her clitoris. He pushed his rigid tool between the soft folds of flesh, thrilling to the tightly ringing clasp of her cuntmouth as he entered.
It was fortunate for the young
girl that her fuck-tunnel had been primed by almost two hours of sex play. The
one other time she had been filled by the man’s mammoth member it had been
gradual and her adolescent passage had time to adjust to its expansion. This time, even though she had wanted
him to do this, Sherry screamed and
squirmed as the mountain of flesh burst into her and she felt as if her belly,
her loins were being purged. He thrust
into her, holding her tightly with his arms so she could not wriggle away,
grinding his manhood against her narrowly constricting vagina and she felt
something give as he displaced the cushiony tip of her cervix.
Out of his mind with jealousy from seeing his sister in law respond to
another cock in her cunt Don took his revenge on the slender youngster beneath
him. The breathtaking tightness of the
girl’s once-fucked passage was almost painful to him as it skinned back the
skin of his cock until only the uncut foreskin kept it from being bare
bone. He completed his first thrust, his
hips hammering her down into the mattress, and then he backed off for another
assault on and into the thirteen-year-old nymphet.
For Sherry too the initial sensations had bordered on pain but, as the
man pushed home the last length of pulsating flesh, she uttered a gasp that was
three parts pleasure, one part shock.
The thick, hairy base of his cock rubbed on her swollen clitoris and
created a feverish commotion in her adolescent loins.
Each time Don raised his hips from the girl’s pelvis her body came part
way with him, her vagina locked to his tool so tightly that it formed an
air-tight seal that gave way only when the withdrawal force became too
great. Then, as her hips dropped back
onto the bed he thrust back in and every thrust brought an involuntary
explosion of breath from between her lips.
Each inward thrust of the man’s deep-reaching shaft was like the push
of a bicycle pump that was increasing the pressure within Sherry’s
inexperienced loins so that she felt like her whole body would explode. Her whole body seemed to quiver like a
bowstring and then the girl was in the throes of sexual ecstasy, her limbs
jerking spasmodically and her eyes tightly closed while her tongue protruded
ever so slightly from her parted lips.
Don sensed that the lovely, young girl spread open so alluringly
beneath him was going to cum. He slipped
his hands under her firm buttock-moons and, feeling the muscles flexing as she
jerked against him, he pushed inward and rotated his hips against hers.
“Unh. . Unh. . Unh,” Sherry grunted and she felt a throb from deep
inside, the breadth and length of his virile cock jerking up into her another
half inch as he flexed it within her.
Her seething, young loins were gripped by a frenzied excitement and her
pelvis began to jerk and gyrate wildly under the man’s heavy body. As she went over the top and plunged into the
hot ecstasy of her climax his buried cock seemed to expand more and more,
stretching her narrow vaginal walls farther apart.
The girl’s tightly squeezing channel relaxed for just a brief moment as
if it was inviting Don’s own eruption.
His hot, viscous semen had made its way to the exit point and the
momentary slackening of Sherry’s strangling cunt-grip let him blast his sperm
forcefully and he drenched her deep inside, high up in her softly quivering
belly.
Sherry’s taut frame all of a sudden went limp as she felt herself being
flooded by Don’s gism. She was
immediately conscious of the crushing weight pinning her quivering body to the
bed and the feel of heaviness inside her still cock-filled cunt. Her body was weak and aching from the
pummeling it had absorbed but she had a feeling of satisfaction. She’d had Julie’s lover again.
Don also felt fatigued, drained, and satisfied that he had once again
had the delightful tightness of Sherry’s sheath around him. But he also felt guilt. This was Julie’s best friend and it seemed
somehow much more faithless to his lover than it had with the two other
nymphets he’d devirginated.
“Oh God, Sherry. I’m
sorry,” he mumbled guiltily
as he rolled off her limp, open body. “I
shouldn’t have…this was wrong.”
“Why, Don? It’s no worse than
what Julie just did?” Sherry knew that it was not at all the same
but she was confident that the man didn’t.
Still, as she spoke, she too felt guilt.
Should she tell Julie?
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“I…we shouldn’t have done that, Sherry.
It wasn’t fair to Julie.” Tom and Sherry were
outside the bedroom and Tom was dressed, ready to leave.
“You enjoyed it didn’t you? And she
sure looked like she got off.”
“Yeah, but…” Tom looked sheepish. “Do you think she’ll remember?”
“Maybe…some of it. But
you were good, Tom. And it’s not like
she hadn’t done it before.”
“I suppose you’re right. But I
gotta go. Would you? Like?
Go out with me some time, Sherry?
On a date?”
He didn’t care how
much the guys got onto him. He liked the
slender girl and he was sure she’d put out for him without the need of any
drugs.
“Oh? I might, Tom.” Sherry was flattered that the big, good-looking older guy asked. She knew what he was after but the idea of
making love to him was appealing. She
ached from Don’s mammoth cunt-stretcher and it would be good to find out how a
normal-sized cock felt.
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Sherry got the cassette from the videocam and put it in her book
pack. She hadn’t needed it to get Don
but who knows? Maybe she’d need it
someday? Still, she felt guilty. Julie was her best friend. She hoped that the other girl wouldn’t
remember what had happened to her. And
she wanted her help when she finally got up courage to unmask her father’s
hypocrisy.
Vengeful Virgin
Reverend Gibson Relents
Wherein young
Debby earns a CD with her mouth and Reverend Gibson’s erotic interlude is
shattered by a shocking video.
Sherry had been surprised that her father’s office was locked and, even though the sign said that he was out, she’d had doubts. She was sitting on a bench not far from the door when young Debby came out and Sherry had no doubt at all about what had just transpired in her father’s locked office. The buxom youngster’s awkward waddle told her enough but even if it hadn’t, the girl’s slack-lipped expression and her heavy-lidded eyes would have been sufficient confirmation of her suspicions. She had to punish him, now more than ever. Being unfaithful to her mother was bad enough but having sex with children, even busty, shapely children like Debby was totally despicable.
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It was shortly before noon the day after he’d had young Debby. Reverend Gibson was counting the collection from last night’s Prayer Meeting when there was a knock on his office door.
“Come in,” he called out, surprised that he had a visitor so early in the day.
“Hi, Reverend Gibson. My last class was cancelled and I wanted to come see you…I got a problem.”
“Oh? Well I hope I can help? What’s the problem?” Even though this young girl’s tight cunt had thoroughly drained him yesterday he felt himself swelling with desire as he looked at her plump, big-titted young body.
“Uh, Sir? Like? Mom cut off my allowance coz I got bad grades and…like, there’s a new CD I just gotta have? I thought…maybe…after what we done yesterday…maybe you’d give me a present? Like…so I can buy the CD?”
The little girl was
oblivious to the implications of what she was doing, but the minister
wasn’t. He should have been repulsed by
her request but Bill had a major deficiency in the area of morality.
“Sure, Debby. How much is the CD?”
“It’s…twenty dollars, Sir.” Would he
guess that she was ripping him off?
“Come closer, Debby.” And,
taking two tens from the collection money, he handed them to her while his
other hand cupped one of her big breasts.
“Did yesterday help you, Debby? With temptation?”
“Yeah, sort of. But I’m kind of sore down there, Reverend?”
“Perhaps I can help you, my dear?” The amoral
cleric looked lustfully at the young girl’s soft-lipped mouth as his hand slid
up under her short skirt. Watching her
pretty face carefully to gauge her reaction he worked his fingers under the leg
of her panties. He moved the edge of his
hand back and forth between her legs, pressing up and feeling the soft contours
of her pussy mound and the slight depression of her slit. She didn’t resist so he pushed up into the
cleft of her cunt and was gratified when he felt her starting to get wet.
"That feels good," the ripe bodied youngster said softly, her breathing becoming more rapid. She still had vivid memories of how it had felt when her minister’s mammoth tool had been inside her there and his gently caressing fingers were soothing the bruised, outer flesh.
“I like making you feel good,” Bill murmured, his finger tips finding the
front of pubes and pressing up
against her clit. “Let’s sit on the
futon.”
Reverend Gibson’s free hand was busy, unbuttoning her blouse, unfastening the waist of her skirt and then, with her help, removing all of her clothes.
“Golly, Reverend? I’m getting cold,” she whined as the cool air made her nipples pop out like thick pencil erasers from the tips of her heavy, soft breasts. The man slid his hands behind her and under her round, shapely ass. After a moment, he brought his hands around to the front.
Debby watched curiously when her minister slid off the futon to kneel before her, never dreaming of what was to come. The kneeling man leaned forward and brought his mouth to the front of her mound and began to lightly lick the smooth, hairless flesh of her bulging vulva. One hand was under her, holding and fondling the globes of her big, firm ass and Debby gasped sharply and let out a quiet moan.
"Oh Reverend, that feels good," she whispered above him, her voice a
half-groan, her loins pressing against his hungry, searching mouth. She’d never imagined anyone would kiss her down there but the sensations she was getting from her minister’s probing tongue were fantastic.
"Spread your legs a little more," Bill said quietly without looking up.
Putting her hands on his shoulders as her young body was assailed by the delicious feelings of arousal, the girl felt a sense of power over the older man. This was better than anything she’d ever dreamed of.
The randy preacher pushed the tip of his tongue up into the girl’s moistening slit and then moved it higher until it contacted the hard, erect little clit-bud.
“Sirrrr! Oohhh yesss! That feels so good,” Debby cried out as hot tingles suffused her vulval area.
Bill slid his finger down inside the deep, narrow crack of her bottom and slipped the tip of his finger into her oily slit from behind. Coating it with her wetness, he dragged it up and down through the valley of her ass, enjoying the feeling of the pressure of this little girl's taut ass mounds on his hand.
Debby spread her legs a little wider, inviting the wonderfully sexy titillation of her vaginal and anal openings.
Debby's head was tilted back and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations between her legs being created by her minister’s hands. Her breath hissed through her teeth as his tip of the man’s tongue grazed over her responsive clitoris, flicking the tiny bud several times. She could feel, too, the teasing pressure of his finger against her sensitive anal rosebud.
God, he was horny. Bill’s cock felt like a rod of hot iron inside his pants. He found it almost unbelievable what he was doing to this sexy little girl. He put his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders so he could really eat her juicy, young pussy. Instinctively, Debby pulled her knees up and back, locking her ankles behind his head and exposing her entire crotch to him. Reverend Gibson bent closer and pushed aside the outer lips of her pussy with the tip of his tongue and began to lick up and down her narrow cleft.
With increasing pressure, the tip of his finger pushed against her little anal opening. At first, the muscles of the entrance resisted the entry. He screwed his finger back and forth as he pushed it in and the tip finally slipped past the tight, elastic opening up to the first knuckle.
“Oh! Oohhh Sirrr!” the girl exclaimed breathlessly when she felt the teasing finger suddenly pop past her sphincter and enter her rectum. Bill began to flutter his tongue in a quick motion over her rigid, throbbing clitoris and her increasing moans and cries of delight told him that the girl was approaching her peak. She began squirm her plump ass back and forth on the impaling finger, moaning softly.
As his finger slowly moved deeper into her hot little butthole he had about half his finger in he raised his head for a moment. "Do you like this?" he asked.
"Mmm...Yeah," the young girl whimpered, her voice a quiet croak.
“Sometime I’ll put something else up there,” he said huskily. When her juvenile vagina loosened as it surely would after a few fuckings he’d explore the renewable virgin-tightness of her nether portal, but not today. He had another orifice in mind.
Debby's head moved slowly side to side, her breathing fast and labored as the sensations of sex grew quickly in her loins. As her arousal grew, she pushed her hips out at him, still writhing on his probing finger. Her moans and sighs of pleasure became stronger, more constant, as her orgasm began to grow. The sensations were powerful, and the young junior high school girl began to wriggle her tight ass around, squeezing her thighs around his head and pulling his face insistently into her crotch with both of her hands.
Bill fluttered his tongue quickly over her clit, driving her to the edge.
"Oh Sirrr. . Reverend Gibson. . Oohhh yeesss,” Debby moaned, lost in a haze of heated sexual pleasure. “Hunnhh!!” she gasped loudly and her teeth clenched as, with a sharp intake of breath, her whole body seemed to tense up and quiver at the same time. Her silky smooth inner thighs suddenly tightened around the minister’s head as she let out a high, soft, whine. Bill felt her asshole clench around his finger, and her entire body seemed to be paralyzed from the intensity of her orgasm.
Making the twelve-year-old girl cum was an incredibly erotic experience. The prurient preacher a great feeling of power and satisfaction knowing he
had given her powerful feelings of pleasure. It was especially arousing knowing the young age of this girl, and being able to do something to her she'd never had done before.
After a minute her body started to relax and she let her breath go in a long, easy sigh. Bill pulled his finger out of her ass, gently took her legs off his shoulders and went into the bathroom to get a hand towel. His face was soaked with her girl sex juice and he wiped himself off and washed his hands. Then he removed his pants and undershorts.
When he went back, Debby was lying back naked on the futon, her eyes closed, her legs wide apart, and her soaked pussy open. He sat down beside her and dried her legs, thighs, and cunt with the soft towel. The young girl’s breathing was still heavy and rapid, but was beginning to slow down as her orgasm subsided. She slowly opened her eyes.
"How was that?" he asked with a little smile, knowing the answer already.
“Oohhh Sirrrr…it was…super,” the youngster sighed.
Bill sat beside the girl and put his arm around her, cupping and hefting one soft, heavy breast. He turned her face toward his and kissed her, a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss. Then, backing away, he pressed his fingers to her soft, red lips and she opened her mouth to suck on them. She looked at him questioningly when his hands urged her body off the futon but, acquiescently, she moved as he guided her to a kneeling position between his legs.
Debby had not noticed until then that Reverend Gibson was naked from the waist down but the huge projection of his sex engine made her suddenly and completely aware of his nakedness and his readiness. God, did I take all that inside me? She backed away in reflexive apprehension.
"Stay there," the minister said, gently placing his hands on the naked girl's bare shoulders. "Touch me.” He didn’t have to specify where she should touch. The overwhelming presence of the mammoth fucktool was all the evidence needed of what he wanted.
The girl hesitated an instant, and then began to run her hand up and down over his thick staff. Tentatively at first, then with more confidence and pressure, the young girl caressed the hard, throbbing cock, running her fingers the full length up and down. Bill opened up the area between his legs and guided Debby’s hand lower until her fingers slipped under his swollen balls and gently fondled the oval eggs.
"Now, use your tongue and your mouth on my cock, Debby, just like I did for you.”
“Yes Debby…it’s the same.
You want your present, don’t you?”
She hesitated for a moment and then the cute, young schoolgirl brought her face up very close to the man’s big prick and slid the tip of her little pink tongue along the bottom length of it, from balls to tip, then back down again. He was right. It was the same as him kissing her pussy. And now he’d have to give her some money. Back and forth, up and down, her young, sweet mouth and tongue caressed the length of his prick, never once stopping. The sensations were incredible, and Bill looked down and marveled at what the sexy twelve-year-old girl was doing to him.
Then young Debby tilted his stiff shaft down with her left hand and, when she got to the head, opened her lips and slid his erection into her sweet, wet mouth.
"Mmmm, Debby...Good, you're sooo good," the minister mumbled, his voice half-moaning with the intense pleasure the little girl was creating between his legs.
Debby took almost half of her minister’s huge prick into her mouth experimentally. Her lips closed tightly around his shaft and he could feel her tongue move over and around the head, licking at the sensitive tip. Slowly, she pulled her head back, holding the thick shaft in both hands and caressing his cock with her lips as it slid out of her mouth. The unfledged youngster found that the taste and feel of cock sucking wasn't at all distasteful and in fact, it made her feel really sexy to please Reverend Gibson as she knew she was.
The girl backed away until only the plum-sized knob was in her mouth and then her head moved forward again. Bill moaned with pleasure as the girl took more than four inches of his length into her hot, moist mouth, stopping only when the tip bumped the back of her throat.
“Glangh,” Debby gagged reflexively when the man’s tool bumped her throat opening and her body jerked, causing her big, soft tits to bounce and jiggle. She looked up into her minister’s face with his cock filling her mouth, her wide-open eyes seeming to seek his approval of her precocious skill. Slowly, she moved her head up and down on his staff, the hot, juicy wetness from her mouth dribbling over her chin and his cock and her gentle suction producing wet, slurpy sounds.
One small hand was wrapped partially around the thick stake, moving up and down with her snugly clinging lips, serving as a limit-stop that controlled the depth of penetration into her mouth. Her other hand hefted and fondled his swollen, aching balls with instinctive, gentle care.
Reverend Gibson leaned back and watched, admiring the incredibly sexy sight of this plump, naked twelve-year-old girl on her knees in front of him, his cock slowly moving in and out of her young mouth. Her big, firm, ass stuck out and he leaned over and ran his hands over her loosely swaying, large, soft breasts, brushing across her erect nipples with his fingers, then gently rolling them between his finger tips. Although her mouth was full of his cock, he felt her make a little moan of pleasure as he played with her heavy, young breasts.
"That's right," he said, encouragingly, "Mmmmm...That’s
right…move your hand up and down with your mouth. . Good girl. . Good girl, Debby...use your tongue like that. Oh yeah...oh, God,
that feels so good."
If the girl had been a puppy she would have wagged her tail with pleasure when she heard her minister’s breathless compliments to her novice skill.
For a moment Bill closed his eyes and let the powerful erotic sensations warm his body. He could feel the building tension in his balls that threatened to explode any moment now. “Don’t stop, Debby! Don’t stop!” he gasped as the urgency of climax neared. Would she try to back away when he went off? He opened his eyes again and placed his hands on her head. One way or another this lovely, young neophyte cocksucker was going to take his load in her mouth.
Debby heard her minister’s urgent command and eagerly her head moved up and down at a faster pace, her hands now playing with his balls, rolling them in her right hand. His cock and balls were so wet from the juices of her mouth so that the fingers of her left hand were again sliding up and down easily with her mouth, jacking him off.
Bill looked down and watched his prick move in and out of her fat-lipped mouth, feeling the movement of her tongue on the head of his cock as she brought him closer to that point of pleasurable release.
“Debby! Oh Debby! I’m going to cum!” the preacher gasped as he felt the contraction in his balls an instant before his body tensed and his cock erupted like a volcano.
The kneeling girl seemed to be egged on to greater efforts by her minister’s words and, as she felt the thick, mouth filling pole swell to even greater dimensions in her mouth, she pumped him faster and sucked harder, her hand gently tugging at his heavy testicles.
The man didn’t have to force the young schoolgirl to let him go off in her mouth. The first spurt of thick, salty cream seemed to take her by surprise, but she calmly accepted the rest. He could feel and hear her swallowing every gout of semen as she sucked him wetly and noisily until he felt that she’d extracted every drop from his reservoir.
The girl released her lip-grip and the full length of the glistening tool reappeared. “Is that what you wanted me to do, Reverend Gibson?” Debby looked up at the man, knowing full well that she’d satisfied him and certain that now, more than ever, he would give her presents.
Bill sat back on the futon, wiped out by the tremendous orgasm the youngster had given him. His softening cock was beginning to sag yet he imagined he could still feel the warm wetness of her mouth gripping and pulling on it. The naked girl sat back on the carpet carefully wiping off the corners of her cum-whitened lips.
“You’re a wonderful, little girl, Debby. Nobody has ever done that better than you.”
“Then can I…like…get another CD?” Debby was flushed with pleasure at the man’s compliment and she was determined to make the most of it.
“I guess so.” Bill
went to the desk and found four five-dollar bills that he handed to the naked
youngster. “But we’d better get
dressed. You have to get back to school…and
I may have visitors.”
As soon as the girl was gone, Reverend Gibson finished dressing, looked around carefully to be sure there was no evidence of what had transpired, and left also.
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“How are you and Joan…and Don making out?”
Julie hadn’t remembered what she and Tom had done to her. She’d complained next day of a headache and said that she felt like she’d been making love to Don but otherwise she’d been the same as before. And it was three days after Sherry had seen young, just fucked Debby stagger from Reverend Gibson’s office and she and Julie were sitting in a booth at their favourite coffee shop sipping cokes.
“Hee Hee. Making out, I guess,” the older girl
giggled.
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Reverend Gibson was horny. This was not unusual and now it had been almost a week since he had emptied his lust into the buxom, pre-teen Debby’s mouth so he was recharged and his wandering eye had been seeking a new source of relief. When he’d arrived at his office a few minutes earlier he had found a package on his desk addressed to him and marked ‘Personal and Confidential’. What it could be?
Being ‘Peeping Toms’ or maybe in this case, ‘Peeping Tomasinas’ was becoming old hat to the two girls. They were in the little room adjoined to the minister’s office, watching him through a small sliding panel in the door.
The little room where the girls were had once been used as a bedroom for visiting preachers. Now that the church was financially more able, the visitors were usually accommodated in hotels and the room was used as a storeroom for church records etc. The door, for reasons no longer evident, had a sliding panel that covered a narrow window. Since Reverend Gibson was facing away from the door he could not see whether the panel was open or closed so the girls were able to observe him without him being aware that he was being spied on.
Sherry and Julie watched expectantly as the minister picked up the package and tore off the brown paper wrapper. Inside were a videocassette and a manila envelope. He looked quizzically at the cassette and then went over to the TV and VCR against the opposite wall, turned on the TV and inserted the cassette.
The prurient preacher was aghast when the screen filled with the image of a naked woman laying on her back and directly above her fat-lipped, lightly furred pussy was a large, thickly veined cock. Then, for a moment, the camera zoomed out to reveal large, firm breasts and then a pretty, young face. Blood rushed to his organ and in an instant his pants bulged with the push of his erection.
The camera zoomed in again as the huge tool pressed between
the girl’s swollen cuntlips and, just as recognition of his young parishioner
dawned on the randy preacher he heard her say, “I’m not Joan…I’m Julie.”
For several minutes the shocked but aroused minister watched as the young girl was devirginated, his disgust at the incestuous coupling with her brother in law overwhelmed by the salaciousness of the scenes. Periodically he rewound portions of the tape to look another time at the girl’s seemingly unresisted violation. He seemed to take special interest in the part where the young girl whimpered, “You can’t Don. I’m your sister in law. I’m only fifteen. It would be rape. Are you going to rape me? Are you going to pop my cherry, even if I’m only fifteen?” Then, when she began to puff like a steam locomotive, “Hannh . . . Hunh . . .Hanh . . Hunh,” and she sounded like she was about to cum the Reverend seemed to forget where he was and he opened his pants to free his raging hard-on.
The girl’s watched with breathless fascination and, when the
videotaped Julie cried out, “Nah. .
.NO. . . Don’t stop . . .Not yet . . .More,” they thought the dissolute cleric was going
to explode. But he didn’t.
Sherry was dismayed
but not surprised by what she was seeing but Julie was herself
perversely aroused. And then, after
displaying the bloodstained sheet between the girl’s widespread legs, the image
faded to be replaced by another scene.
The luscious,
big-breasted girl was replaced by a smaller girl whose slender body was arched
upward enticingly by a pillow underneath her bottom. God, she’d be deliciously tight, the depraved
minister thought as he watched the man’s big weapon close in on the bulging,
almost hairless twat. And so young he
thought as the obscenity of it all sent deeper thrills through his immoral
loins.
“But Mr. Barnes? I’m a virgin.
I’m so young . . . and you’re my teacher,” Reverend Gibson heard the
girl say and, just as she did, the camera zoomed in on her face. There was a brief instant of non-recognition
and then Bill saw that the girl, the young, shapely beauty, was his
daughter. A tortured groan sounded from
the preacher’s throat when he heard the girl say, “My Dad fucked Mrs.
Barnes, Sir. He fucked your wife so I’m
going to let you fuck me.”
Julie stifled a giggle of surprise as she saw the man’s hugely upthrust cock suddenly wilt, drooping like a strand of cooked spaghetti and shrinking to wiener size. Sherry too saw the sudden transformation and she enjoyed a rush of vengeful satisfaction at the effect on her philandering father. In her subconscious mind there was an added relief. Her father did not think of her as a sex partner, something that had worried her especially since she’d become convinced that he’d taken advantage of young Debby.
Tears overflowed Bill’s eyes and his stomach sank to his
ankles when he heard his daughter say, “See,
Daddy . . .Unngh . . .See .
. .Oohhh . . .You fucked Mrs. Barnes . . .Unngh . .
.And I let Mr. . .Unngh . . .Barnes
break my cherry.” Suppressed guilt washed over him to
exacerbate his agony. How did she
know? Why had he done it? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the lewd
pageant as his daughter’s slender body was maneuvered to a straddling position
and each thrust of the man’s mammoth tool into her young, innocent body was
like a hot nail driven into his chest.
His cheeks were wet with tears and he moaned in an agony of misery.
But his torture wasn’t ended. It was his beautiful, naked daughter sitting astride the black boy Jimmy, fucking him. “Watch me Daddy,” the girl said, looking directly at the video camera. “You fucked his black Momma and now I’m being fucked by a big, black cock. I’m doing this to get even, Daddy.”
The man almost vomited when he heard his innocent, young daughter panting, “Hannh. . Unnhhh. . Yannhh,” as in the throes of an obvious orgasm she writhed and wriggled on the impaling stake.
Oh God! He must have
died and gone to Hell. And then it got
worse. “Watch me Daddy,” Sherry
said to the camera. “I’m going to
suck Jimmy’s black cock…just like Mrs. Jackson sucked your white cock, Daddy,”
Heavy sobs shook the man’s shoulders as he watched, unable to turn his eyes away from his daughter’s wanton display. Her head bobbed slowly up and down while she pumped the ebony staff with her hand. And he knew it was not the boy at fault. He was a reluctant participant in the pageant.
“I’m gonna . . .It’s gonna
cum! You gotta stop!” the boy
protested and Bill watched, his belly nauseous with shock, as the girl looked
directly at the camera, the wetly glistening knob of the black cock nestled
between her lips as she said in a muffled voice, “Phor
you Daddy…I’m letting him cum in my mouf…like you did
in his Momma’s mouf.”
Reverend Gibson’s suffering was more than he could bear and when he saw the white, creamy semen jet into the girl’s open mouth and her lips closed on the black staff to suck with hollowed cheeks, he lost consciousness.
The two girls were deeply moved by what they’d seen, but moved in different ways. Sherry, even though she believed that her father deserved the anguish he obviously felt, didn’t like seeing him hurt. Julie, on the other hand, had felt her sex swell while they watched and she had a hunger in her body. Tonight she wouldn’t share Don, for sure.
Bill came to groggily after about a
minute or two and for a moment he hoped he had dreamed the whole thing although
even as a dream it was distressing. But
the TV was on and he could hear the hum as the cassette rewound. With great apprehension he reached for the
manila envelope and, for the next few minutes, he suffered more. Pictures that had to have been taken by him
showing him with Joan Barnes, Mrs.
He dropped to his knees and began to pray.
Both girls were touched by the man’s deep remorse. They heard his promises to God. Faithfulness forever. Acceptance of black people. Help for his daughter. And a plea that God would help her to forgive him for his abominable sins.
“I heard that, Daddy. I hope you meant it?” The Reverend Gibson looked up to see his beautiful daughter standing there, her friend Julie beside her.
“Oh
Sherry…darling…I’m so sorry. I never…God
has struck me for his sins. Please
Sherry…please forgive me?”
“We heard your prayer, Daddy. I’ll forgive you if you do everything you
said in your prayer. Be faithful to
Mom…and please…Jimmy…it wasn’t his fault.
We drugged him. He’s a good
Christian…better than any of us.”
“Oh Sherry…I meant it…every word. For the rest of his life I’ll try to be what
God expects…and what you expect.”
Sherry and Julie left him then and Bill began to destroy all of the evidence of his unfaithfulness and also the other pictures and video that Sherry had brought. And he was sincere. He planned to be true to his word.
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