In this volume of DOUBLE NOVELS you will find two complete stories of deviate sex -each more vividly erotic than the other. They are:
THE PRINCIPAL'S SLAVE She's foxy and hot and when the principal realizes that she's repeatedly getting sent to his office because she LIKES the spankings he has been giving her he figured he should give her what she wants namely his cock inside her mouth and cunt.
TRAINED MAID Orphaned at sixteen, Jacqueline goes to live with her wicked Aunt Michele who turns her into a high-priced Parisian prostitute. On Jacqueline's eighteenth birthday she is sold to an Italian millionaire and ordered to be his sex slave. The punishment should she refuse any of his orders, she is told, will be death. Jacqueline does everything the man desires. This is a story not designed for the squeamish!! !
Read on, and enjoy!
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CHAPTER ONE
The bad little schoolgirl, Nancy Mermerstein was anything but frightened as she sat in Mr. Mumm's outer office although she knew she was going to be punished severely.
This was the third time that week that Nancy had been sent to the Principal's office, and the first two times her ass has been spanked hard with Mr. Mumm's palm.
The man had held nothing back and had slapped Nancy's perfect ass cheeks as hard as he could, and she loved every minute of it. She didn't know why she loved it.
Nancy never even bothered to ask herself why. She just knew that she wanted more. That was why she purposefully allowed herself to repeatedly get caught in the girls' room smoking.
Nancy knew that Mr. Mumm's harsh spankings made her feel differently than she felt at any other time except for maybe when she was alone at night under the covers trying to get to sleep. Nancy's mother had told her that good girls slept with their hands above the covers and Nancy believed that this was true.
Nancy was an amazingly beautiful girl yet she was only vaguely aware of the effect her sexiness had on both boys and grown men.
Nancy was a very naive young lady hardly the sort that one would expect to enjoy a good spanking. But one must never judge a book by its cover.
Nancy Mermerstein was only sixteen years old and she would have been the very first to admit that she didn't know very much about life.
Nancy had the face of an angel. From looking at her one would think that she had never had a naughty thought and this was true. She had never schemed to hurt anyone in anyway. She did think naughty thoughts, however. Mostly when she was alone at night under the covers. She thought about Mr. Mumm. She thought about the way he spanked her bottom until the cheeks were red. And she thought about the way that made her pussy ache. His spankings made her loins tingle. Her pussy even got a little wet.
One could almost see a halo hovering over her head. She knew that she wanted a strong man. She wanted a man who would be willing to both dominate her and take care of her.
She wanted to be bad and then she wanted to be punished for being bad. Nancy was very much a virgin. The truth of the matter was that she had never even been kissed passionately by a guy.
"Miss Mermerstein, I will see you now," Mr. Mumm said, standing in the doorway to his private office.
No, Nancy was not frightened. But she was horny. She could feel her panties getting wet in the crotch.
Nancy could feel the glands inside her pussy beginning to secrete her natural lubrication. Her cunt ached.
Her cunt juices were flowing steadily. It had gotten to the point where just thinking about getting spanked got Nancy all worked up.
She had dressed very seductively that day. She had gotten in trouble on purpose. She was wearing super-tight designer jeans. They had pinstripes on them.
Her jeans were the sort that left little to the imagination. They looked as if they had been painted on. Mr. Mumm was pleased with those jeans.
The man could not only see the cleavage between her ass cheeks but he could also see the outline of her vulva, and the cleavage between her cunt lips.
Nancy could feel the blood pumping downward in her body toward the pink delta between her lovely legs.
She could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly. Her clit was swelling too.
Nancy could feel her love button growing into an erection at the very top of her virginal cooze.
Nancy could feel the wet spot in the crotch of her panties getting larger with each passing second. This was getting uncomfortable.
Nancy could feel the cottony material of her underwear crawling up into her cunt making her pussy feel as if it were trapped in a cloth trap.
Her cunt could not breathe. She wanted to get naked. r--
Nancy's aching twat needed air. Nancy would never forget the underwear she wore that day. They were skimpy and white--white being symbolic in retrospect for her chastity.
For Nancy was chaste when she entered the private office. She sensed a hunger in the man and she wondered if she would still be a virgin by the time she left that private office.
It was Friday afternoon. Late. Everyone had gone home. Everyone had been anxious to start their weekend. The principal's secretary had left an hour before.
Only janitors remained in the building and they were all drunk. Mr. Mumm licked his lips when he looked at Nancy.
It was Springtime and the weather was warming. Nancy wore a lime green blouse. The top three buttons were unbuttoned.
Nancy was showing off a good portion of her cleavage. She had put on perfume before entering the man's office.
Nancy was wearing some musk oil that a rich friend of Nancy's had lent her. It was very special stuff.
It changed scent depending on the person who was wearing it. On Nancy it smelled hauntingly seductive.
Nancy was also wearing high-heeled sandals. They were black and propped her heels high up off the floor accentuating the shapeliness of her gams.
Her pinstriped jeans were peg-legged. Her hair was as black as a moonless night and she had a dark olive complexion. Her eyes were almond-shaped.
"Miss Mermerstein-"
"Please call me Nancy."
"Miss Mermerstein, this is the third time this week that you have been sent in here for smoking. Is there another reason you want to come see me?"
"No, sir. I don't try to get caught," Nancy said.
"I have reason to think otherwise, Nancy," Mr. Mumm said. His tone softened. Nancy thought he was very handsome. She thought he was handsome enough to be a movie star.
"What sort of evidence?" Nancy asked.
"I think you enjoy being spanked," Mr. Mumm said.
"How can you tell?" Nancy asked nervously.
"Well, for one thing you do not cry," Mr. Mumm said. "I never cry. I didn't even cry when I was a baby."
"You not only don't cry, but you moan with pleasure," Mr. Mumm said.
"I do?"
"Yes, Nancy, and you rub against my lap," Mr. Mumm said.
"I guess I might as well confess everything," Nancy said.
"I just want to know if there is something else you want," Mr. Mumm said.
Nancy wanted to blurt out that she wanted his cock but the sounds caught in her throat and she found herself stammering childishly.
"Would you like a spanking?"
"Very much, Mr. Mumm."
"Okay, but this time it is going to be on your bare fanny!" Mr. Mumm said. The softness left his voice. He became stern as he discussed Nancy's punishment.
Nancy could feel an amazingly intense throb in her clit. She could tell that she was already hornier than she had ever been before.
And he hadn't even touched her yet. She had a feeling that she was going to experience pleasures and pains in that room on that day that she couldn't even imagine.
Not in a million years. Nancy could tell that all of the pink folds of mucous membrane in her sweet virginal poontang were fully engorged with hot blood.
She moaned.
"And I am not going to use my palm either," Mr. Mumm said.
"But I like the way your hand stings me," Nancy said. Besides, the thought of his flesh touching her bare ass made her whole body tingle.
Nancy's eyes were dark brown. They were so dark, in fact, that they looked ebony when viewed in limited illumination. The lights in Mr. Mumm's private office were turned off.
The walls of his office were lined with books. Most of the books were about education, from the titles Nancy could read as she glanced around.
"I am going to use something that stings more," Mr. Mumm said.
"What are you going to use, Mr. Mumm?" Nancy inquired.
"I am going to use a ping pong paddle!" Mr. Mumm said. The man seemed quite pleased with himself. He liked his girls little and Nancy was quite tiny.
Nancy stood only five feet one inch. She only weighed one-hundred pounds on the nose give or take a couple of pounds in either direction depending on what time of the month it was.
"Oooooooh, that sounds like it would hurt a great deal!" Nancy said.
Nancy's dark eyes lit up and her mouth curled into a grin.
"And I have peeled the rubber away so that the surface of the paddle is bare wood," Mr. Mumm said. He pulled the paddle out of the desk drawer. He was smiling too. The man loved to give spankings. He was going to get off on this just as much as she. Mr. Mumm had a sneaking suspicion that things were going to get out of control once the spanking was through. He figured Nancy had a notion of getting his rocks off and he was going to go with that flow. Mr. Mumm figured the foxy teenager might get his rocks off twice if he played his cards right.
"I can feel myself getting all goose-bumpy just thinking about it," Nancy said with a small shiver.
The black haired teenager had eyelashes and eyebrows that were just as black as the hair on her head.
Her eyebrows were plucked neatly and were femininely angular. Her eyelashes were long and curled up at their tips.
Her cheekbones were high and her nostrils were slightly pinched. Her nostrils, however, like to flare wide open when she was excited, as she was at that moment.
Nancy's black hair spilled down to her shoulders. It was parted in the middle and fell onto her forehead in downy bangs, The bangs came almost all the way down to her cheekbones.
"Get those pants down!"
"Yes, sir."
"Pronto!"
"Yes, sir."
Nancy unsnapped the single snap that held her jeans together. She pulled down the zipper and then hooked her fingers under the tops of her pants.
Nancy pushed her fingers all the way down so that they were under the elastic at the top of her white panties. She was going to pull her pants and her underwear down at the same time. She began to wiggle that fantastic ass from side to side.
Mr. Mumm could feel a tremendous ache developing in his balls. He could feel his semen swimming around his swollen testicles impatiently.
Mr. Mumm could feel the hot blood of his manly horniness his sadistic lust pumping into both the head and the shaft of his cock.
Mr. Mumm could feel his cock getting a little bit longer, a little bit thicker, and a little bit harder with each and every beat of his racing heart.
Mr . Mumm could already feel his cock stressing the material of his own underwear. He knew that it wouldn't be long before his cock would feel like it wanted to tear right out of the crotch of his suit pants.
Mr. Mumm stood well over six feet tall and weighed well over two-hundred pounds. He had once played college football for a major university.
Mr. Mumm was only thirty-two years old which seemed very old to Nancy. That was twice her age after all.
Nancy thought that he looked very distinguished. She liked the way his brown hair was graying at the temples. His hair had a salt and pepper effect.
Nancy looked into his cool gray eyes. She could see that his jaw was strong and his chin was firm. There was a dimple in the center of his chin.
Mr. Mumm had a massive upper torso. He had continued to work out even after his jock days were through, and he had stayed in perfect shape. There was no softness around his middle such as is so commonly found in men of his age. He carried no spare tire.
He was all muscle.
Muscle like rock.
He was carved from granite.
Nancy could practically see Mr. Mumm's muscles rippling under his suit. She wondered if she would ever get an opportunity to see him nude.
She hoped so.
She liked the way his body tapered downward sharply to slender hips. His thighs were thick thicker than Nancy's waist. Of course, Nancy's waist only measured twenty-two inches.
Her slender waist accentuated her ass's roundness and the truly extraordinary size of her breasts. Nancy Mermerstein had spectacular tits.
Nancy's jeans were so tight that she had to peel them downward. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the pants and white underwear down over her ass. She pointed her cute toes as she removed the bottoms completely.
"No use stopping. You might as well remove your blouse as well. I would like to see those boobs of yours," Mr. Mumm said. The handsome man was smacking his lips obscenely as he watched her fingers trembling. He looked at her perfect inverted triangle of black pubic hair. Mr. Mumm figured that she had to trim her pubies to make them so perfectly cover her mound like an arrow pointing at the virgin's clitoral foreskin. Only Nancy Mermerstein knew for sure that this was, indeed, the way her ebony short and curlies grew naturally.
Nancy could feel the cunt juices continuing to trickle out of her fig. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long before those juices began to spill down the insides of her thighs.
Nancy knew that her juices were soon to spill like nectar dripping from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. Nancy could smell her cunt, her lust, her brand new womanly passion, and she was slightly embarrassed by this.
Nancy unbuttoned her blouse all the way with those trembling fingers and pulled it open. Mr. Mumm gasped. Those breasts were splendid as far as he was concerned.
Mr. Mumm could see that Nancy's tits looked even larger because of her diminutive size. He could tell that they were going to fit into the palms of his hands perfectly.
Of course, Mr. Mumm had very large hands. Her tits protruded far from her chest. They did not sag at all, not even a fraction of an inch, in spite of their size. Nancy's tits defied gravity.
Her breasts were perfectly shaped as well, sloping well back into her arm pits. They were rounded at the bottoms, yet sloped on top, so that the nipples pointed slightly upward. Her tits were pert.
Perky.
They were buoys high on her chest. Nancy never wore a bra. She didn't have to. Nature had supplied all of the lifting and separating her tits needed.
Her nipples were large and dark.
They were the color of cocoa.
They were the size of silver dollars.
Nancy pulled her blouse all the way off and walked over to Mr. Mumm. She was naked with the exception of a gold ankle bracelet. She looked like a dream come true for the sadistic man. She needed to be punished. She didn't just want it. She had to have it!
Nancy had a sexy walk, like one might associate with an Italian movie star. She swung her hips from side to side as she walked. Her posture was always perfect. Nancy walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her pretty head.
Nancy's mouth was not large, but her lips were full and sensuous. She had cherry red lips that looked a little puffy. She had a pouting expression.
Nancy tended to hold her lips apart and slightly puckered. She looked as if she constantly needed to be kissed very badly. It was ironic that those lips had never know the touch of intimate caress. Her mouth looked as if it were ready and willing to become a living thing when first stroked by the wet mouth of a lover.
Nancy's tits bounced up and down a little bit as she walked.
"Go back and put your shoes back on," Mr. Mumm said.
"Yes, sir."
Nancy slipped her dainty feet back into her high-heeled sandals. The shoes made her walk even more adorable. What an ass. It was round and perfect. The flesh was smooth both firm and supple. Her legs were fantastic as well. Her thighs tapered gracefully like those of a pedigree from her round hips to her smooth knees. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her ankles were trim.
Mr. Mumm was sitting on a black padded swivel chair. He pushed himself out from behind his large oak wood desk so that Nancy could sprawl across his lap.
Mr. Mumm could feel the head of his cock throbbing intensely. His glans looked as if it were going to explode from the internal pressure.
Mr. Mumm could feel the ache in his nuts getting worse by the second. His glands of masculinity felt swollen to twice their normal size.
Mr. Mumm's balls felt like two recently lit globs of canned heat. He could feel the temperature of his sticky jism rising rapidly.
He felt as if his spunk were approaching the boiling point. He held the striped ping pong paddle in his right hand. He grasped it by its leather handle.
This was not just a run-of-the-mill ping pong paddle. This was the expensive kind, heavier than those used in the basements of most homes.
Nancy could feel the ache in her pussy spreading inward and upward to fill the inside of her cunt and then her lower belly. Nancy began to feel as if she had an itch behind her bellybutton an itch that was in desperate need of scratching.
She got across his lap like a good girl. She could feel his hard cock. She could tell that her pussy was making a wet spot on his suit trousers. She knew he didn't care. Nancy was getting in touch with her libido and gained self-assurance. She now realized that Mr. Mumm LIKED the idea that her cunt was soaking wet.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her right through his pants and his underwear. His cock ached horribly, and the man felt the ache get worse as the naked girl sprawled across him so that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
He could smell her.
Stroke her.
The man wanted to caress her for a moment before he whipped her butt, but he knew there would be plenty of time for that stuff later. He opted to get on with the punishment.
The man did not have to worry about Nancy's pain stifling her lust. He could tell that the pain in her ass was just what Nancy needed to get her honey pot REALLY boiling.
Mr. Mumm was gripping the leather handle of the stripped down ping pong paddle so tightly in his huge right fist that all of his knuckles had turned white.
Mr. Mumm raised his right arm high over his head and paused. Nancy knew the delicious pain was about to begin. He did not hold back.
Not at all.
He gave it everything he had. He brought that ping pong paddle down across both of Nancy's dark round ass cheeks at the same time. The contact made a sound that echoed off the walls of Mr. Mumm's private office.
SMACK!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nancy screamed. The sound of her exclamation seemed to burble up all the way from the pit of Nancy's flat tummy.
Her tits were on her knee, pressed slightly flat. Her legs stuck out in the air, and she kicked with her little feet a little as the pain ripped through her.
The black haired teenager could feel the pain affecting each and every one of her nerve-endings. She could feel her masochistic brain translating the pain into pleasure. The sensation was sent back down her spine to her cunt. Nancy could feel the pink tissues in her pussy's delta beginning to crawl around anxiously as if those mucous membranes had suddenly developed minds of their own or something. Her clitoris was pushing out from under its foreskin.
The fleshy clitoral sheath the hood that usually all but covered Nancy's love button was being pushed up and out of the way by her feminine erection.
Mr. Mumm raised his arm high over his head again. He brought it down again. Nancy noticed that she always heard the sound a split-fraction of a second before she felt the horrible and wonderful combination of intense pain and intense pleasure.
SMACK!
"YES!" Nancy screamed.
Mr. Mumm spanked the little girl until she was squirming with desire on her lap. Her ass cheeks were very red. Nancy knew that she was going to have difficulty sitting down for a few days but she knew also that she would consider that discomfort more than worthwhile in the long run. "SPANK ME HARDER!" she screamed.
"Tell me how you feel," he said.
"I am getting so hot," she screamed.
"Where are you getting hot?"
"In between my legs."
"Say it! Say that word!"
"I'm getting hot in my cunt, Mr. Mumm!" Nancy screamed.
"That's better," Mr. Mumm said. He smacked her one more time and Nancy could tell that the spanking was over. The appeal of the abuse had already climaxed. The nerve-endings in her ass cheeks were getting numb so the pain was not as sharp and delicious near the end.
Mr. Mumm placed the ping pong paddle on his desk and told Nancy to sit up on his lap. She draped her legs across his and rubbed her hot ass against the bulge in his crotch.
Nancy could see that Mr. Mumm's hands and feet were extraordinarily long. So was judging from the throbbing bulge in his crotch another all-important part of Mr. Mumm's masculine anatomy.
"I've never done it with a man before," Nancy said.
"Stop talking like a little girl. Talk like a woman."
"I have never been fucked by a man before," Nancy said.
"There you go. There has to be a first time for everything."
"I've never even been out on a date with a boy," Nancy said.
"Precious. Extremely precious," Mr. Mumm said.
He was running his fingers through her black hair gingerly.
"I've never even been kissed by a man, Mr. Mumm," Nancy said.
"Let's take care of that detail right now, shall we," Mr. Mumm said.
"Let's," Nancy said.
They closed their eyes.
Mr. Mumm wrapped his strong arms around Nancy's slender waist. He had one palm over the back of his other hand at the small of her back.
Nancy wrapped her arms around Mr. Mumm's strong, thick neck. She gave him a little squeeze as their faces moved toward one another.
They paused when their mouths were only fraction of an inch apart. Their tingling lips were so close together that they could feel each other's hot moist breath. Nancy ran the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them. The little black haired teenager did this in spite of the fact that her sexually aroused lips were already wet.
Then they did press their lips together and Nancy felt herself shivering as this intimate contact felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to. She could tell that she was making a brand new wet spot on the man's suit trousers from the natural lubrication that was dribbling from her inflamed twat.
They kissed with only their lips for a moment or two. They writhed their lips together. They then offered the tips of their tongues. They pushed forward with their eager tasters at the same time as if the two of them had rehearsed this act many times in the past. They flicked the tips of their tongues together.
In no time at all they were thoroughly exploring the insides of each other's mouths with their tingling tongues. They licked at each other's inner cheeks. They licked at each other's gums. They licked at each other's teeth.
They sucked each other's tongues.
They swapped spittle cheerfully. They drank deeply of each other's saliva. They could both feel their salivary glands working overtime. They could feel their mouths watering. Before the kiss both had noticed that they had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
Nancy's nipples got very hard and erect when she was horny. At that moment her nipples looked like pebbles. She could feel them burning and tingling with a need to be taken into the man's mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
Nancy Mermerstein's clitoris felt like it was going to come popping right out of her pussy at any second. Her love button like the head of Mr. Mumm's dick felt ready to explode from the acute engorgement they had in common.
Mr. Mumm drove his tongue deep into Nancy's mouth. The black haired teenager tried to keep her knees and her thighs close together.
But little Nancy found that this became an increasingly silly idea as her passion mounted. Her thighs spread further and further apart. Her body was telling Nancy to open up to this man to surrender to the power she knew he held in his raging cock!
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both extremely breathless with their shared lust by the time it was through. A string of saliva bridged their hot mouths as they pulled apart. The string finally broke in the middle and fell onto their lips and chins.
Nancy could feel her breasts swelling but this was just as illusion created by her libido. Her breasts just felt like they were growing. A quick glance verified the fact that they were still the same size.
Nancy hungrily moved her mouth to the side of the man's neck. Mr. Mumm could feel his respiratory system being affected by his lust.
Mr. Mumm couldn't help but notice that his breaths were getting constantly shorter and closer together. He was panting--panting just like the wild jungle beast he wanted so badly to become.
Mr. Mumm could feel Nancy kissing and licking her way up and down the side of his thick neck. She even used her teeth to give him little love bites.
Nancy was careful not to allow her teeth to linger at any one spot on the man's neck for very long. She did not want to leave any telltale and lasting marks.
Nancy didn't even know if Mr. Mumm was married and she did not want to do anything that might get the handsome principal in trouble.
Nancy flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Mr. Mumm's earlobe. She then pushed her tongue right inside his ear. Her curious and bold taster explored the inside of his ear canal.
Nancy pulled her tongue out and showered the handsome man's face with tiny peck kisses. Mr. Mumm could feel the scent of Nancy's cunt blending with the hauntingly beautiful musk oil she was wearing.
Mr. Mumm found the combination intoxicating inside his nostrils. He could feel his nostrils flaring as he drew the odor into his sinuses.
"I want you to touch my cock, with your hands and your mouth," Mr. Mumm said.
"I have never seen a man's erection before," Nancy said.
"You are just filled to the brim with things you have never done."
"It's true," Nancy said and she offered a girlish giggle.
Nancy climbed off the man's lap. She moved to a kneeling position in front of him. She was kneeling nude on the floor of his private office.
Mr. Mumm sat back in his padded swivel chair. Nancy could feel her heart pounding so hard she feared it would beat its way right out of her chest.
Mr. Mumm could see Nancy's fingers which were still trembling with excitement a little bit going for his brass belt buckle. She undid it nimbly.
She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper to her fly. She was starting to get an honest impression of just how big the man's dong was.
Nancy could once again feel her natural lubrication rolling down the insides of her thighs. She asked Mr. Mumm to lift his ass from the air for a moment.
The second the handsome principle lifted his ass cheeks from the padded cushion Nancy tugged down his pants. She pulled down his underwear too.
Nancy didn't stop tugging at the man's pants until they were around his ankles. This enabled him to stretch his knees apart as far as he wanted.
Mr. Mumm looked down and saw his cock snap to attention. Nancy's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her pupils.
She puckered her lips and drew in cool air, producing a low whistling sound of unadulterated adoration. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"What do you think?" Mr. Mumm asked.
"I think it is incredible!" Nancy replied.
"Big?" Mr. Mumm asked. He patted the top of her head.
"It's a hell of a lot bigger than I thought it would be."
"I hope that my size does not frighten you," he said.
"Is that pole going to fit inside me?" Nancy asked.
"Of course it will. You will stretch," he said to her.
"I don't know. I'm pretty little," Nancy said quickly.
"But your pussy is very elastic. More so that you think."
"I hope so. Nature must work these things out," she said.
"Of course he replied. It felt good to free his cock. The head of his dick was snapping toward his broad tie. His cock was attached to his loins by a tightly sprung hinge.
Nancy could see that the man's cock was a good nine and a half inches long. She thought of how deep the tip of that cock would have to push inside her soft underbelly before her inner cunt lips would be able to grip his fleshy spear at the hilt.
Nancy was more impressed with the thickness of Mr. Mumm's cock than the length to tell the truth.
Nancy could see that Mr. Mumm's cock was just as thick as her own wrist. It was thickest at the purple glans.
The head of Mr. Mumm's cock had turned a deep purple color from its full engorgement. It was almost blue-black.
Nancy thought that the head of his cock looked something like a doorknob but she wasn't sure exactly why.
The head of his dick resembled a grossly oversized acorn. Nancy found her self looking at the little hole at the very tip of Mr. Mumm's pecker.
Nancy could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of the urethra. The hole looked like a tiny mouth to little Nancy.
At that moment the urethra was opening and closing rhythmically from the tiny spasms of pleasure and desire the handsome man was experiencing.
Nancy could see that the skin covering the head of Mr. Mumm's cock was remarkably smooth and thin.
Nancy didn't think there was room for another drop of blood to pump inside that bulbous purple dick crown.
Nancy figured the man's glans had to be the smoothest thing she had ever seen. She wondered if his cock head was going to feel just as smooth on her aroused tongue. Again, the little girl found that she had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
"It looks so powerful," Nancy said.
"Does it have power over you?"
"Oh yes, great power," Nancy said.
"Let it control you, Nancy."
"It looks angry," Nancy said.
"Then make it happy," he replied.
Nancy placed the tips of her fingers on the underside of Mr. Mumm's cock shaft which was the side that was facing her as she knelt before him.
She pushed at the monster cock just below the head pinning the glans to the man's tie. She could see that the shaft of his prick was slightly skinnier than the head.
But the difference was slight. The stem was also a slightly lighter shade of purple. She could see veins bulging from the surface.
The cock looked craggy and gnarled. She liked that. Nancy looked downward a little bit and examined the sack that held Mr. Mumm's balls.
The scrotal sack, Nancy found like his cock was a hell of a lot bigger than she had anticipated. First she had noticed that the shaft of his cock was too thick for her fist to make it all the way around, and now she could see that his scrotal sack was too large to fit in the palm of one of her hands at the same time, no matter how far apart she spread her dainty fingers.
Nancy could see that the sack was wrinkled. She could see that his balls were resting heavily at the base of the scrotal bag. She could tell that his balls were swollen.
Nancy looked at the thick patch of brown hair growing all around the base of Mr. Mumm's cock stalk.
She could see that his pubic hair had some gray in it also. She liked the idea that her first sexual experience was taking place with a mature man a man who had obviously pleasured women for many years.
Nancy had always been afraid that she was going to lose her virginity to one of the boys in her high school class. That idea never appealed to her at all.
Nancy did not want her cherry popped by a boy. She wanted her cherry popped by a real man a man just like handsome Mr. Mumm.
Nancy could see that the man's balls were as large as chicken eggs. She thought she could see those glands of manhood actually throbbing.
Mr. Mumm's scrotal sack looked like it was filled to the brim with his semen. His scrotum looked as if it were about to overflow at any second.
The man's scrotal sack appeared so full that little Nancy could not help but wonder how long it had been since he had last shot his wad.
Mr . Mumm's knees were opening and closing as Nancy stared at his dick. She ran her fingertips up and down the underside of his cock shaft. Nancy discovered that she loved the way his meat loaf felt as it throbbed intensely against the sensitized tips of her digits.
Nancy lowered her head and began to kiss and lick her way up the inside of the handsome man's muscular thigh. She started at his knees and worked slowly toward his crotch.
Nancy's oral caresses were slow and patient. She moved her mouth up his thigh toward his balls only a fraction of an inch at a time.
Nancy seemed to take forever but she finally got there. The black haired teenager parted her lips slowly.
Nancy stuck her tongue out as far as she could get it and concentrated on making it as pointy as possible at the tip.
Nancy placed the tip of her tongue directly on the man's scrotum and began to flick back and forth.
Nancy's tongue worked swiftly and the little licks were as gingerly as if caused by butterfly wings.
Nancy moved her mouth all around. She kissed his balls with a smacking sound. She laved more eagerly.
Nancy licked at the man's balls with the flat part of her tongue. She licked with broad strokes.
Nancy's licking became enthusiastic, and she didn't stop until the whole sack was wet and shiny from the spittle that spilled from her busy tongue.
He ordered her to suck his balls and Nancy knew instinctively that she would have to be careful while doing this.
She made her mouth cottony soft and curled her lips over her teeth so she would not risk inadvertently biting the man's hypersensitive balls.
She wrapped her lips around his right testicle and she began to suck with a slow, controlled vacuum inside her hot oral cavity. She did not suck as hard as she could for she knew that this would hurt him.
Nancy hollowed her cheeks only slightly and made loud slurping noises with her mouth. She made a sound that resembled that of a paper straw at the bottom of an almost empty milk glass. She kept her tongue busy at all times. She sucked and licked at the man's balls simultaneously.
Nancy sucked the one nut for a long time before she pulled her mouth away and sucked the other one. Mr. Mumm could feel various muscles in his body tensing up on him.
Mr. Mumm's muscles were tensing involuntarily, predominantly in the cheeks of his ass. Mr. Mumm was bouncing up and down on his buttocks.
He could feel the tickle of sexual anticipation forming at the base of his cock. He knew that that tickle could do nothing but grow as long as Nancy was going down on him blissfully. He could tell that the little girl had a magic mouth. At least he knew that Nancy Mermerstein could do magic things with that ripe cherry of a mouth of hers.
Mr. Mumm could tell that the tickle at the base of his cock was going to mount in intensity until it was no longer a tickle at all but rather a fiery comet-like ball of liquid sexual anxiety. Mr. Mumm knew that his come was already starting to move from his scrotum to the base of his prick. The TNT was in place. The fuse was lit.
The explosion was inevitable. Mr. Mumm correctly assumed that Nancy wasn't going to have to suck his cock for very long at all to make him blow his lid.
Nancy sensed that the man wanted to come inside her mouth and this thought appealed to her a great deal. She had read that a man's come was good for a little girl to drink.
She had read that a man's creamy spunk was almost one-hundred percent protein just like raw eggs white, whose texture man come most resembled.
"My cock now, Nancy. Do my cock," Mr. Mumm said.
Nancy cupped her left hand under the man's balls. The sack was too big to fit. She spread her dainty fingers as far a apart as they would go. She pushed the tip of her middle finger into the crack of his ass a little bit. The tip of her middle finger was less than an inch away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of Mr. Mumm's rectum.
Nancy placed the tip of her pointy tongue at the very base of the cock on the underside of the shaft. She was still using her right fingertips to pin the head of his dong against his tie. He was breathing very hard by this time.
Mr. Mumm was breathing so hard that he sounded as if he were purposefully trying to hyperventilate himself. His face was all red.
He was flushed with his passion. His face felt hot. Mr. Mumm knew that it wouldn't be long before his handsome kisser was as red as a beet.
Nancy began to flick her tongue up and down the underside of the man's stiff cock shaft. She allowed the longest and thickest protruding veins to guide her tongue's path. Nancy allowed her tongue to pause at the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock. She could tell by the way his whole body jerked when she licked him there that he was particularly hypersensitive. The spot was directly below the split in his glans, the groove that made his cock head resemble a ripe plum. The little virgin ran the tip of her tongue right up that groove on the underside of his cock head, not stopping until the tip of her busy taster was directly on the swollen lips astride his opening and closing piss hole. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Mr. Mumm's urethra lightly and quickly. She released the pressure on his cock shaft with her fingertips for a minute so that the head of his dick came away from his tie about an inch. Nancy could see that the little mouth at the very tip of Mr. Mumm's pecker was opening and closing with a greater urgency than before. She could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around his dick just below the lower rim of his crown. Nancy was smart enough to know that this ring of scar tissue came from the operation Mr. Mumm had had no doubt when he was a baby to remove his useless foreskin.
She then used the sides of her tongue to lazily lave the entire glans. She was thrilled to discover at this point that the skin covering the head of the man's cock felt just as smooth on her tongue as it had originally looked. She made the entire cock head wet and shiny. She then licked up and down the entire shaft of his cock with the flat part of her tongue just as if she were licking at an all-day sucker. She could tell that it was time to suck him. He was bouncing up and down. She could tell that she was going to have to be agile with her head and shoulders indeed, with her entire upper torso if she wanted to keep her mouth precisely where it belonged at all times. She began to squeeze his balls. She squeezed in sync with the man's racing heartbeat and in this manner the little black haired teenager simulated the natural throbbing Mr. Mumm was experiencing in his twin glands of masculinity.
"SUCK IT! NANCY! SUCK MY COCK! SUCK IT HARD! TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT! DON'T STOP
SUCKING IT UNTIL I COME! OH! NANCY! I WANT TO COME RIGHT INSIDE THAT HOT MOUTH OF YOURS!"
Nancy squeezed the shaft of his cock with her right fist. She could feel the pole pulsating urgently against her palm and the insides of her fingers.
Nancy used her right hand to guide the head of the man's cock toward her mouth. Nancy could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could possibly get it if she were to have any hope at all of getting that bulbous thing inside her oral cavity.
She relaxed the muscles at the sides of her face. She allowed her jaw to drop. Her mouth fell gaping open.
Her jaw dropped so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. The skin at the corners of Nancy's mouth was stretched taut.
Once again the little black haired girl curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not risk biting the man's private parts. She pushed her mouth over the head of his dick.
Nancy could feel the girth of his humongous cock head stretching her lips back a little further than they were stretched already.
Nancy found that her lips were gripping desperately at the ring of scar tissue below his glans. She kept her tongue as busy as she could. The size of the cock head kept Nancy's tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth.
This time there was nothing cute or subtle about the way Nancy sucked. She sucked at the head of the man's cock as hard as she could right from the very start.
Mr. Mumm could feel his arousal mounting in leaps and bounds. The handsome high school principal could feel his horniness taking quantum leaps.
Nancy became intensely curious about what the man's come was going to taste like. All of this sucking was making Nancy's cunt hotter than ever. The little girl half expected to see steam rising from between her legs. She moved her knees a little further apart on the floor of Mr. Mumm's private office.
She clutched his balls more firmly than before. She began to pump up and down on the shaft of his cock. Mr. Mumm could feel his sexual anxiety reaching the saturation point.
The point of no return.
The point of orgasmic inevitability.
She could feel his cock becoming more urgently erect. The shaft curled a little bit in her hand. The head became larger and harder against the inside of her mouth.
Nancy realized that even more blood had pumped into the head of Mr. Mumm's cock and the damn thing had not exploded. Nancy would not have thought this was possible unless she had felt it for herself.
She could feel his body stiffen;
He arched his back.
He threw back his head.
His facial features contorted.
He whimpered and whined.
He felt the savage explosions starting in his cock and his eyes closed so tightly that his eyelids were wrinkled. His usually smooth forehead was deeply furrowed.
His nose was pushed up so that crinkles had formed across the bridge. His lips were pulled back tightly over his teeth so that his expression was a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were beginning to protrude.
Then the moment of orgasm came.
Mr. Mumm's mouth flopped open. He let out the howl of a beast. Nancy could feel his cock shaft spasming against her hand. She could feel his cock head convulsing against the inside of her mouth. Mr. Mumm's tongue flopped bizarrely in and out of his mouth.
Come exploded into Nancy's mouth. It didn't take the little girl very long at all to realize that there was to be a hell of a lot more come than she had anticipated.
Nancy puffed out her cheeks and began to swallow as hard as she could in a vain attempt to keep all of the silvery spunk inside her mouth.
Nancy could feel the jism oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth down onto her chin. Some of the come stayed on her chin to cool and coagulate.
Some of the come dripped from the tip of her chin to the inside of her left wrist. She managed to get most of the come down her throat however.
Nancy noticed immediately that the man's come was hotter than she would have thought. For a moment she feared the inside of her mouth was being scalded.
She had to wait for the come to cool off a little bit before her taste buds could register the taste properly. It was worth the wait as far as the little virgin was concerned.
She thought that Mr . Mumm's come was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. It was fishy and salty and ever-so-refreshing!! !
Mr. Mumm was tossing his head from side to side wildly screaming a lot of words that didn't seem to make any sense to Nancy. His hands were on top of her pretty head.
Nancy loved the way the come felt as it slithered down the entire length of her throat to the way spot that was forming at the pit of her tummy.
She could feel the nourishment in the semen. She actually felt as if she were being fed a hot meal by the man's convulsing tube steak.
Nancy was determined to keep sucking the man's cock until his orgasm was completely over. She wanted to suck his scrotal sack dry with her mouth.
Nancy wanted to suck the man's cock until his balls were as dry as a pair of bones that had been bleached in the summertime sunshine.
Nancy timed her mouth's sucking motion to be in sync with Mr. Mumm's spasms. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.
Nancy had no trouble determining when the man's come stopped. Not only did the spunk stop spurting from his dong, but all of Mr. Mumm's muscles relaxed at the same time.
He found that he could once again completely fill his lungs with air. This pleased him because he had not been able to breathe at all during the course of his orgasm.
Mr. Mumm's bloodstream was starved for fresh oxygen after the exertion of his sexual ecstasy. He was pleased to have the opportunity to replenish that supply and busily went about the task of catching his breath.
His eyes opened. His mouth closed.
Nancy left the head of the man's cock inside her mouth for a moment even after his come was through.
It felt at home in there. She could feel his cock losing its urgent rigidity immediately. His shaft softened against her hand. The head softened inside her mouth. She kept her hand on his balls but she loosened her grip, out of respect for Mr. Mumm's sexual appeasement. She finally did pull her mouth off of his cock head. She pumped the shaft of his prick three times just to make sure there wasn't any come trapped uncomfortably in the shaft. Three droplets of come oozed from between the swollen lips astride the man's piss hole and Nancy quickly laved this away with a single swipe of her pink, pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. She could see that the entire head of his cock was covered with a thin film of come and she licked it clean. She didn't stop laving his dick until he was as clean as a whistle and the only thing making him wet and shiny was the spittle from Nancy's mouth. She released her grip on his cock and his balls.
His dick no longer betrayed gravity.
The cock slouched onto his thigh.
Nancy licked her wrist clean. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
CHAPTER THREE
When Mr. Mumm rose to his feet Nancy Mermerstein thought he was going to pull his pants back up. But this was not what he had in mind at all.
Mr. Mumm, instead, began to loosen his tie. He was going to take off all of his clothes so he could be just as naked as the little girl.
Nancy, sensing this, remained on her knees before him. She untied both of his shoes and then peeled his socks off of his feet one at a time.
"Are you sure you have never given a blow job before?" Mr. Mumm asked Nancy. He had a small smirk on his face a look of self-amusement.
"You know that I wouldn't lie to you, Mr. Mumm. I guess there are plenty of things I would do to you but lying is not one of them," she said.
"It's just that you did it so well, Nancy. Like an expert. Pardon the expression, but you seemed like an old pro at it," Mr. Mumm said.
"I guess that's it's just a matter of beginner's luck, Mr. Mumm," Nancy said. Mr. Mumm finished removing his clothes. Nancy got to see the thick muscles that she could only imagine before.
"I don't think that it is beginner's luck at all, Nancy. I think that you are just a naturally sensuous person," Mr. Mumm said, his smile broadening.
"Gee, Mr. Mumm, that might be the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me in my whole life!" Nancy said. Her pussy was boiling worse than ever.
"I keep smelling your pussy wafting up. You smell so passionate and good. You don't smell like a little girl at all," Mr. Mumm said.
"What do I smell like, Mr. Mumm?" Nancy asked. She got up off of her knees and stood in front of the huge man. She felt very tiny before him. He was twice her size but the ratio seemed even greater than that to the little girl at the moment.
"You smell very much like a woman," Mr. Mumm said. "You smell good enough to eat. As a matter-of-fact, I think that's exactly what I'm going to do," he added.
"Oooooooooh, just the thought of you going down on me makes me feel shivery all over. I can feel the gooseflesh forming," Nancy replied.
"I have a hunch that you are going to taste just as good as you smell Nancy. Get up on my desk. Sit right up on top. Spread your legs for me," Mr. Mumm said.
"Okie-dokie," Nancy said cheerfully. Only after she plopped her ass down on top of the man's desk did she remember how sore she was back there.
She parted her knees. She could feel the edge of the handsome man's ink blotter touching the small of her back, very close to the top of the crack of her perfect ass.
Nancy watched with wide eyes as the man moved in front of her. He kissed her hungrily on the mouth once again. His lips and tongue worked their way up and down the side of his neck.
He explored the inside of her ear. He kissed the front of her throat. His mouth made its way downward toward her tits. Nancy could hear herself gasping.
Nancy couldn't believe how good it felt to have Mr. Mumm caressing her hypersensitive breast flesh with that hot, wet mouth of his.
Mr . Mumm kissed Nancy's left breast exclusively at first. He kissed that tit in ever-diminishing concentric circles so that each kiss was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
Mr. Mumm's mouth was watering by the time his mouth finally got to the dark nipple. He parted his lips and stuck his tongue far out of his mouth.
Mr. Mumm placed the tip of his tongue directly on the little girl's nipple. He began to roll the tip of his taster around lazily. He moistened the entire feminine erection.
Mr. Mumm could feel Nancy Mermerstein's nipple growing larger and harder against his aroused taste buds. He began to flick back and forth with his tongue.
Mr. Mumm started out licking lightly and slowly at the dark rosebud but he gradually increased the pressure and tempo of his tongue's movements.
Mr. Mumm could feel the nipple turning into a pebble-hard erection. He knew what she wanted. He was a most experienced lover. He knew how to deliver the best in both pain and pleasure.
Mr. Mumm wrapped his lips around the outer edges of Nancy's dark left nipple and he began to suck. He sucked as hard as he possibly could.
Mr. Mumm sucked at Nancy's nipple so hard that the skin all around the feminine erection was as tight as the skin one might expect to find covering the head of a drum.
Mr. Mumm sucked that nipple so hard that he made the entire breast look a good deal pointier than usual. Nancy threw back her head.
The little girl closed her eyes tightly at the joyous sensations she felt rippling up and down the entire length of her arched spine.
Her lips were parted. Her tongue flicked back and forth across her lips. Mr. Mumm kept his tongue busy. He was sucking and licking at the nipple at the same time.
Then Mr. Mumm did something that Nancy would not have anticipated in a million years. He began to bite her nipple. He bit softly at first.
But then very hard. He clamped his teeth over the tip of the nipple and began to make growling animalistic noises. There was nothing remotely human about the noises Mr. Mumm was making at that moment.
Nancy could feel the divine combinations of pleasure and pain rippling throughout her concentrating at her erogenous zones. He tugged hard at the erection with his teeth.
As Mr. Mumm bit the rosebud he began to tug and shake his head from side to side. Nancy felt a little anxiety. She thought he was out of control.
For a frightening moment or two Nancy thought the man was going to tear her nipple right off the tip of her breast. But Mr. Mumm knew what he was doing.
The handsome man released his grip on the nipple with his teeth before any serious damage could be done. He released his grip and allowed the nipple to snap back into position. Nancy was gasping for breath.
She opened her eyes and looked down at the nipple. Her eyes went wide. Her eyes' whites became visible all the way around the pupils.
She could see that her nipple had grown much larger than it had ever been before. That dark nipple was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her breast.
The nipple that had been sucked and licked and bitten was three times the size of the right one. But that was not to remain true for long.
Mr. Mumm almost immediately began to repeat the process with the other feminine erection. He once again went all the way from gingerly licking to savage biting.
By the time he was through both of the nipples were once again the same size. He pulled his mouth away from her nipples. They were shiny with his spittle.
Mr. Mumm puckered his lips and blew cool air onto each wet nipple making the black haired teenager sigh with pleasure. Fresh gooseflesh formed on her tender body.
Mr. Mumm placed his hands on Nancy's tits and began to fondle them. He positioned his hands so that the nipples were throbbing hard precisely against the centers of his slightly cupped palms.
Mr. Mumm opened his fingers as far as he could get them. He was pleased to verify his assumption that her tits were going to fit into the palms of his hands perfectly.
Mr. Mumm pressed with his fingertips hard enough to make Nancy's breast flesh pucker a little bit. He began to move both boobs in slow, sensuous circles at the same time.
He pushed her tits upward on her chest. He pulled her tits apart and then he pushed them together.
He pushed them together so tightly that they were flattened at their sides and the cleavage between them became incredibly long and deep.
Now it was Nancy Mermerstein who was breathing so hard that she sounded as if she were purposefully trying to hyperventilate herself.
Mr. Mumm pushed Nancy back onto the desk and told her to raise her feet to the edge of the desk. She raised her knees high in the air as she did this.
Nancy stretched the muscles in the insides of her thighs in an attempt to point her knees at opposite walls of Mr. Mumm's private office.
The man moved to a crouched position before her. He kissed her belly and her abdomen sensuously. He made loud smacking noises as he released each kiss.
Mr. Mumm ran the pointy tip of his tongue in a wet, crooked circle around the little girl's dimpled and concave bellybutton. He then dipped his tongue tip right into her navel.
Nancy squealed with pleasure. She found that this caress to her bellybutton felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She was learning so much and she was learning so fast. She felt as if she were discovering brand new erogenous zones left and right.
Nancy could feel her entire nervous-system becoming in sync with her feminine libido. Her whole body felt as if it were turning into one gigantic erogenous zone.
Nancy could feel Mr. Mumm tugging at her curly black pubic hairs with his ivory white teeth. She wanted him to start licking and sucking at her cunt flesh right then and there.
But Mr. Mumm had other ideas. He was in the mood to be a tease. He knew that her inevitable orgasm would be more intense if he made her wait for it. He wanted to hear her plead for that ultimate pleasure. Mr. Mumm wanted to hear the little black haired teenager beg!
Nancy could feel Mr. Mumm's mouth working down her leg all the way to her feet. He began to suck her toes and this too felt better than she would have thought.
Mr. Mumm sucked each of the little girl's toes one at a time. He then flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth in between her toes.
He kissed the tops of her feet, her shins and her rounded calves. He flicked his tongue across the smooth skin behind her knees. Then he began to work on the insides of her thighs.
Beginning at her knees he began to kiss her thighs, moving his mouth ever-closer to the sides of her super-swollen and super-wet poontang.
Nancy could feel her horniness growing by the second. Her honey pot was going to be raging at a full boil by the time the man got his mouth on it.
Mr. Mumm allowed his mouth to get within a fraction of an inch of her pussy flesh on either side of her vulva. But his lips did not make direct contact with her outer cunt lips.
Then Mr. Mumm placed his hands at the backs of Nancy's thighs and pushed upward. Her knees drew back toward her chest. She curled into a ball.
The weight of Nancy's sweet lower torso shifted to the small of her back. Her ass cheeks rolled up off the desk into the handsome man's face.
He kissed the backs of her thighs and worked his mouth downward toward her ass cheeks. He began to kiss and lick and bite at her buttocks.
Mr. Mumm loved the way that firm yet supple flesh felt on his mouth. He bit at the flesh hard easily hard enough to leave red teeth marks in the flesh.
Nancy thought for a moment or two that the man was going to break the skin with his sharp teeth. But he did not do this. He pulled his mouth away.
Mr. Mumm told Nancy to hold herself in this curled position by reaching up and grasping her own trim ankles with both of her dainty hands.
Naturally enough, Nancy did as she was told. She gripped her own ankles so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her knees were very close to her grossly swollen nipples.
Mr. Mumm began to lightly stroke her tingling ass with the tips of his long thick fingers. He then massaged the ass flesh more firmly than before.
Mr. Mumm kneaded the ass flesh lovingly. The soreness from the paddling that she had received blended with the pleasure spawned by this firm caresses.
Mr. Mumm then turned his fingers inward toward the crack of Nancy's ass. He pushed his fingers right into the crack, turning his elbows outward.
Indeed, Mr. Mumm's elbows were pointing in opposite directions. The tips of his middle fingers were less than an inch away from the mucous membranes at the mouth of her scrotum on either side.
He pressed with his fingertips hard enough to make the flesh pucker once again. He began to pull her ass cheeks open. He did this slowly.
Mr. Mumm didn't stop tugging the buns open until they were parted as far as they could go. The skin in the cleavage between Nancy's buttocks was taut.
Even some of the puckers in Nancy's dark asshole were smoothed by the pressure he was exerting. He lowered his chin to the desk.
Mr. Mumm parted his lips and stuck his tongue out. He placed the tip of his tongue at the very top of the crack of her ass, which was close to the desk.
He touched her with his taster very close to the small of her back directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of her kidneys.
Mr. Mumm began to flick back and forth. He could taste the cunt juices that had dribbled out of the base of her pussy into her ass crack.
Mr. Mumm verified his suspicion that the little girl's pussy was going to taste every bit as good as it smelled. He could feel a little drool rolling over his lower lip onto his strong chin
but he didn't care Mr. Mumm lifted his chin and began to draw his tongue deeper into the cleavage between her ass cheeks. He approached her asshole a fraction of an inch at a time.
It seemed to take forever, but Mr. Mumm finally got his tongue directly on Nancy's anus
only a inch or so away from the base of her brown and pink pussy slash.
Mr. Mumm flicked the tip of his tongue all around the throbbing mouth of her rectum. She could feel the desire in her anus spreading inward.
Nancy found herself thinking of anal intercourse. She had never fantasized about ass fucking thinking the act was unnatural and probably very painful.
But now the little black haired girl was starting to think that ass fucking might be a hell of a lot of fun and she was thinking that she might try it one day.
Nancy could feel the movement in Mr. Mumm's tongue increasing in eagerness and enthusiasm. He began to lave her asshole with the flat part of his tongue.
He lapped back and forth across her nether eye which was winking at him. Nancy could feel her asshole opening and closing rhythmically.
He licked her asshole until all of the anal flavor, and the taste of her pussy juice, had been licked away. Then he stiffened his tongue.
Mr. Mumm made his tongue pointy at the tip at placed it right on the center of her anus' asterisk. She could tell that he was going to push his tongue right up inside her fanny.
Nancy could instinctively tell that this was going to feel very good so she concentrated all of her attention on relaxing her sphincter muscle.
Nancy wanted the man to be able to get his tongue up inside her buns as easily as possible.
Mr. Mumm was still using both hands to hold the little girl's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
Nancy thought she was going to swoon when she felt her asshole opening to let the man's tongue inside. He pushed up that hole deeply and he didn't stop until his tongue was up her rear as far as it could possibly go.
Nancy could feel the tip of Mr. Mumm's tongue pushing right up past her tight, tubular sphincter muscle right into the softness of her colon.
Nancy could feel Mr. Mumm's tongue tip wiggling around playfully inside her ass. She could feel the pressure in her loins growing in leaps and bounds.
Nancy could tell that the man was not going to have to lick her cunt for long to make her come. She felt as if she were going to explode into orgasm the very second he found her love button with that busy taster of his.
Mr. Mumm continued to press against different spots inside Nancy's colon with varying pressures. Nancy's asshole was instinctively squeezing at the man's tongue.
Mr. Mumm began to work his stiffened tongue in and out of the little girl's asshole. It didn't take Nancy very long at all to figure out that he was not going to appease her anal craving in this manner.
Nancy could tell right away that Mr. Mumm's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease the desire she felt in her back-door orifice.
Mr. Mumm finally pulled his tongue all the way out of Nancy's asshole. He pulled the tip out very slowly so that her sphincter muscle would not be forced to slam shut.
Mr. Mumm told Nancy that she could release her grip on her ankles and lower her feet at that point. She placed her feet on the edge of the desk.
Once again she had her knees stretched far apart. Her toes were gripping at the edge of the desk. Mr. Mumm moved his fingertips to the outermost edges of the little girl's needy vulva.
He began to pull her outer cunt lips apart. Nancy's sensuous lips began to stretch back over her pearly white teeth. Her face felt hot.
Her breasts felt swollen. She could feel the folds of pink tissue in between her incredibly shapely legs being separated. He didn't stop pulling her pussy open until the snatch resembled a slab of raw meat.
The handsome man had no trouble seeing the little girl's clit. The swollen erection at the top of her poontang slash was protruding far from its fleshy sheath.
Mr. Mumm knew that he could make the little girl come quickly if he immediately began to lap at her little man in the boat but he chose not to.
Mr. Mumm decided that he was going to tease the little black haired girl just a little bit more before he gave her that ultimate pleasure.
He was going to allow his tongue to explore all of the nooks and crannies of her pussy before touching the magic spot. He placed the tip of his pointy tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between Nancy's cunt and her asshole.
The natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. As the man got his face right up into Nancy's crotch he could feel his afterglow wearing off.
Mr. Mumm could feel his afterglow being replaced by his rekindled lust. Mr . Mumm could feel the ache returning to his manly testicles.
Mr. Mumm could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before the blood of his masculine passion began to pump back into the head and the shaft of his cock.
He knew that he was probably going to be well on his way toward having another erection by the time he made the little girl climax wildly.
Nancy's hot moans and groans of previously unknown pleasure were steadily rising in volume and pitch. He could sense the muscles in her tiny body tensing up on her involuntarily.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth. He flicked up and down the outermost edges of her sweet pink slit. He lapped at her outer cunt lips.
Mr. Mumm licked along the sides of her clit. He licked above her clit allowing his tongue to touch her clitoral foreskin. He came within a millimeter of the magic spot but did not directly touch that fiery bulb.
Mr. Mumm ran his tongue in between the girl's two sets of cunt lips. He flicked his tongue at the slightly curled back outer edges of her inner labia.
Mr. Mumm could see that her inner cunt lips were opening and closing rhythmically as if they were begging him to penetrate. She wanted her cherry popped. Not only did she want his tongue on her clit, but she wanted his cock inside her cunt deep inside, shoving into the core of her aching womanhood. She knew that there would be very little child left in her by the time he was through. He was going to transform her from a little girl into a full-fledged woman all in one fell swoop.
Mr. Mumm worked the tip of his tongue in between Nancy's inner cunt lips. His tongue tip was on the little black haired girl's urethra.
Mr. Mumm flicked his taster back and forth across her piss hole which was directly below and less than an inch away from her clitoris.
Mr. Mumm knew how badly the little girl wanted him to lick upward toward the clit. Instead he licked downward toward the mouth of her unused fuck hole.
He managed to get his tongue up under her pubic bone. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth as far as he could. Nancy was bouncing up and down on her ass cheeks. Mr. Mumm had to be agile with his head and shoulders to keep the tip of his tongue where he wanted it.
He tilted his head a little to one side as he tried to push his tongue deep up inside her pussy . Mr. Mumm did not want to inadvertently touch her love button with the tip of his nose.
Mr. Mumm knew that almost any direct contact with the little girl's magic bulb would cause her orgasm and he wanted her to wait just a little bit more.
Mr. Mumm wanted his tongue to push up inside her poontang very deeply but he didn't get very far. He had pushed in only an inch or so when he encountered a thin wall of membrane blocking the path to Nancy's womb.
He knew immediately what the wall was.
Her cherry.
Her intact maidenhead.
Her precious little hymen. Mr. Mumm pushed the tip of his tongue against the little girl's cherry. He could feel the thin membrane stretching taut against the pressure he exerted. "Please Mr. Mumm! Make me come! Make me come! I can't stand it anymore. I am so close! So very close! Mr. Mumm!"
Mr. Mumm had heard the little girl beg and that, of course, was precisely what he wanted to hear. He decided to give her the ultimate joy she obviously needed so desperately.
He placed the tip of his right forefinger at the top of her slash and peeled her clitoral foreskin upward. He pushed the foreskin far up. He rendered her clit naked and vulnerable to his every oral caress.
Nancy's clit felt more than ever like it was going to come popping right out of her twat. The little girl was bouncing up and down on top of the desk on the cheeks of her ass more furiously than ever. All of her muscles were tightened.
The little girl's curled long black eyelashes were pressed desperately against her high cheekbones. Mr. Mumm knew that he wasn't going to have to touch her clit very hard at all.
Mr. Mumm was experienced enough to know that any direct contact with the girl's center of womanly pleasure would be amplified perhaps as many as a thousand times, by her acutely aroused nervous system.
He stared at that pink marble of clit tissue. He blew cool air onto her hot, hot love button. He could feel the blood pumping into the head and shaft of his cock.
He then placed the tip of his tongue directly on her clit. He touched the magic spot as lightly as he could and he pulled his tongue away almost immediately.
He touched her as subtly as he could. Nonetheless, the little girl felt a lightning bolt of raw sexual pleasure ripping its way up and down her spine.
She tossed her head from side to side. She began to open and close her knees. She squeezed at his ears with the insides of her thighs a couple of times.
The man dabbed his tongue tip against her love button always pulling his taster away from the magic spot before the explosions of her orgasm could begin.
She begged for orgasm once again, this time without words. She begged solely with the gurgling groaning sounds she made deep inside her tensed throat.
Mr. Mumm placed the tip of his tongue directly on Nancy's clit and this time he kept it there. He kept the tip still at first and merely altered the pressure from soft to firm back to soft again.
Nancy was right on the edge of orgasm. She was teetering at the edge of bliss, yearning to topple into the bottomless abyss of her womanly ecstasy.
Mr. Mumm began to move Nancy's clitoris in slow sensuous circles. He moved the fiery ball as if he were rolling a ball bearing in oil.
Mr. Mumm began to flick the tip of his tongue rapidly back and forth across the clit. He didn't have to do this for very long. Nancy could feel herself coming. The pleasure was extraordinary and her mind was truly boggled by it.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! ! ! " Nancy called out at the top of her lungs. Her voice was shrill, affected by the tenseness in her neck muscles.
Mr. Mumm could feel a small squirt of liquid coming from the little girl's urethra striking him on the lower lip. At first he thought she had lost control of her bladder.
For a moment Mr. Mumm thought that Nancy was urinating on his lower lip. Then the fluid got into his mouth and onto his tongue. It tasted sweet.
He realized at that point that this was not urine at all but rather her feminine ejaculation. The fluid was verification of her orgasm's authenticity.
Of course, the possibility that Nancy might be faking an orgasm never occurred to Mr. Mumm. He could tell that NO girl was that good of an actress.
Nancy could feel the explosions of pleasure starting at her clit and spreading outward. The joy filled her entire vulva and then her entire lower torso.
Nancy could tell that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading until it affected her entire nervous-system. Yes, each and every one of her nerve-endings was to be thrilled by her come.
Nancy could feel the pleasure spreading in ever-growing concentric circles just like strong radio waves being transmitted by her little man in the boat.
Nancy could feel her spasming clit being smacked back and forth sharply by the man's tongue at this point. She could feel the pleasure roaring up her arched spine like a clap of thunder from a storm directly overhead.
Nancy could feel the pleasure pausing for a fraction of a second at the nape of her neck, near the base of her skull, where the little black hairs were standing on end.
Nancy then felt that ecstasy exploding into her already reeling brain. Her back teeth had been clenched together up until that point.
But the second the pleasure struck her brain her mouth fell gaping open, so far that the skin at the corners of her hot little mouth was stretched taut.
Her tongue flopped in and out of her mouth as if she were having some sort of seizure. Mr. Mumm would not have been surprised if foam had come pouring from Nancy's mouth at that point-or from her pussy, for that matter.
Nancy could feel her brain spinning. She felt as if she could feel the world spinning on its axis. She felt as if she were spinning in the opposite direction.
Nancy felt weightless as if she were in outer space and no longer restricted by the laws of gravity. She felt as if she were levitating, drifting upward off the bed.
Nancy felt as if she were spiraling toward the ceiling. She felt as if her spiritual self and her physical self were parting. It was a bizarre yet wonderful sensation as far as the little girl was concerned.
Her body was soaked with the hot sweat of her sexual exertion. The little glands inside her cunt were secreting her natural lubrication more rapidly than ever.
Nancy's cunt juice continued to dribble from the base of her pussy like so many melted pearls. She could feel her sense of time becoming badly warped.
It got to the point in Nancy's consciousness where each second felt like a minute. A minute had her come lasted that long would have seemed like an hour.
Nancy could feel wave after wave of bliss shooting through her. She could feel the effects of her orgasm in her dainty fingertips.
Nancy could feel the effects of her sexual release all the way down to her toes which continued to tightly grasp at the edge of Mr. Mumm's desk.
Just when she thought the intensity of her internal convulsions was bound to die down, Mr. Mumm did something that the little girl had not expected.
Mr. Mumm puckered his lips. He wrapped his mouth around her little man in the boat and its surrounding tissues. He began to suck at the center of her womanly pleasure.
Mr . Mumm kept his tongue busy at all times so that he was sucking and licking at that fiery bulb simultaneously. Nancy began to wonder if it were possible to pass out from too much pleasure.
She could see bright splashes of colorful light shooting back and forth across the blackness of her tightly closed inner eye lids. The balls of light were bouncing back and forth like the balls used to indicate the appropriate lyrics during cinematic sing-alongs.
Then the passion was over. Nancy was surprised to find that her orgasm ended every bit as suddenly as it had begun. All of her muscles relaxed.
She struggled to catch her breath. Her ass cheeks stopped bouncing up and down on the desk. Mr. Mumm pulled his mouth away from her clit immediately.
He knew that that fiery bulb was too sensitive to even be touched during those first precious moments following orgasm. She could feel the intense glow of satisfaction filling her loins and her inner thighs not to mention her pussy itself.
Nancy lifted her head and looked at the handsome man. She could see that the lower half of his face was all wet and slippery from the pussy juices she had spilled while her crotch was being eaten.
Mr . Mumm stood up.
Nancy looked at his cock.
He had another erection.
He was ready to fuck!
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancy Mermerstein knew that she was not going to have very long to enjoy the intense relaxation and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow.
Nancy could tell that her clitoral desire had been temporarily appeased, but her orgasm had done nothing to satisfy the itch of craving inside her cunt.
Nancy was pleased to discover that in spite of her savage climax her pussy needed to be fucked worse than ever. She could think of nothing but how much she wanted his stiff prick inside her.
Nancy looked down at Mr. Mumm's dick, which was once again standing at attention like a good soldier in front of his flat and heavily muscled loins.
Nancy once again found herself wondering how her inner cunt lips were going to stretch open far enough to take his bulbous purple cock head.
Nancy once again found herself wondering just how far inside her belly the tip of his cock would have to push before the penetration could be considered complete.
Nancy found that her imagination was unable to conjure such images. What was about to happen to her was going to be so different from any other experience that she had had that her fantasies could not even give her an inkling as to what it was all going to be like. Yes, she knew that it would hurt when her cherry was popped. No, she felt no fear. The pain would be just as wonderful as the pleasure.
Nancy did not want the huge man to be gentle with her just because she was a virgin. She wanted him to fuck her as hard and fast as he could.
Nancy knew that Mr. Mumm was the sort of man who would not give a shit how much he hurt her during the course of the hump and this was just fine with the virgin.
She wanted to be treated like a whore not like a piece of china. Mr. Mumm grabbed Nancy under the arms and lifted her off the desk.
The handsome man pulled the little girl tightly against him. She could feel the entire length of his cock being pinned between their bellies. She could feel his balls pressing against the outer edges of her swollen and curled back inner cunt lips.
"Your face is all wet," she said.
"Whose fault is that?" he asked.
"Mine entirely," she replied.
"Then lick my face clean," he said.
"Ooooh, kinky," she said.
Nancy offered a girlish giggle.
Nancy began to lick the man's face clean and found that her own cunt juices were delicious. Then again, Nancy figured that just about anything would have tasted delicious if she had been licking it off Mr. Mumm's handsome face.
She licked his face until it was as clean as a whistle. She knew that her virginity had only a few seconds to live. She knew that her childhood itself was about to die.
But Nancy did not look back upon her years of chastity with any nostalgia. She was sick and tired of being a virgin and the sooner the man popped her cherry the better she was going to like it.
They tongue kissed for a long time once again exploring the insides of each other's mouths. When the kiss was over the man pulled away from the little girl.
"Turn so that you are facing the desk," he said.
Nancy turned her back to him.
"Bent forward at the waist," he said.
Nancy did this. She could tell that the man was going to take her from the rear. She could feel her clitoris' role as center of her womanly desire being usurped by a new magic spot inside her cunt.
The new focal point of Nancy's womanly desires was past her cherry in a spot where she had never been touched. The new magic spot was on the upper roof of her inner cunt not far at all from the mouth of her womb. She knew that something wonderful was going to happen inside her body when Mr. Mumm touched that magic spot for the first time with the bulbous purple head of his cock.
"Move your feet as far apart as you can get them on the floor," Mr. Mumm said. It was clear from the tone of his voice that he was not in the mood to take no for an answer. That was okay with Nancy. She wasn't going to deny the man anything. She wanted it all. He had already given her pleasure above and beyond anything she would have thought possible and the little black haired virgin could tell that the best was yet to come.
She did this. Her feet were well over shoulder-width apart. She kept her knees straight. She knew that she had to keep her ass as high as possible so that the handsome man would be able to take her from the rear with a minimum of difficulty.
Nancy could feel the head of the man's cock throbbing against the top of the crack of her ass. She could feel her ass cheeks throbbing. She could tell that her buttocks were still red and swollen from the savage paddling they had earlier received.
Nancy could feel the man's hands on the insides of her thighs running upward toward her pussy. Her inner thighs were slick with sweat and cunt juice. The room reeked of sex by this time.
Anyone who entered that room would have had no trouble figuring out what was going on just by the smell. The room was starting to smell like the site of a Roman orgy.
Nancy could feel the man's fingers on her honey pot. He rubbed up and down her slash.
She pushed her arms across the desk. She leaned forward so sharply at the waist that her nipples were pressed against the man's ink blotter. Her nipples were so hypersensitive that the ink blotter felt irritatingly rough against them. She stretched her arms forward so that her elbows were locked in the straight position. She gripped the far edge of the desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Mr. Mumm fondled the little girl's pussy with his left hand exclusively. He rubbed her clit. He ran his fingers in between her inner cunt lips.
He once again touched her intact hymen this time with the tip of his middle finger. He took his thick cock shaft tightly in his right fist.
Mr. Mumm gave his boner three experimental squeezes. The handsome yet cruel man wanted to make sure that his cock was as thick and .hard as possible.
Mr. Mumm had nothing to worry about. His erection was full-fledged all right. His cock had never been larger. His prick had never been harder.
Mr. Mumm used his right hand to guide the tip of his purple cock to her snatch. He ran the tip of his throbbing tool up and down the entire length of her thoroughly engorged poontang.
Mr. Mumm did this for a couple of reasons. One, he knew that it would feel very good for both of them and, two, because he wanted to cover the head of his cock with her natural lubrication.
Mr. Mumm knew that the penetration of that tight, virginal cunt would be easier on both of them although he was concerned mostly with himself if both her hole and his pole were wet and slippery.
Mr. Mumm rubbed the little girl's clit for a second or two with his piss hole. Nancy thought this felt very good but it was not what she wanted most of all any longer. She wanted to get that meat loaf into the oven pronto!
Mr. Mumm was in a hurry to find out what the inside of the little girl's cunt felt like. He moved the head of his dick to the mouth of her unused fuck hole.
The man wiggled his ass from side to side, pushing the tip of his cock in between her inner cunt lips. He lowered his ass a couple of inches, bending at the knees, so that the shaft of his prick would be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal violation.
Mr. Mumm tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks. He pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could possibly get them He made his ass cheeks as hard as rocks.
Mr. Mumm pressed his buttocks together so tightly that the world's strongest man would not have been able to get them apart even if he had been allowed to use a crow bar to pry with.
Mr. Mumm asked Nancy if she was ready. "So ready I can taste it!" she replied. "Here we go!"
"Fuck me, Mr. Mumm. Fuck me DEEEEEEP!" Nancy exclaimed.
Mr. Mumm began to push.
Nancy felt the pressure on her pussy increase.
But her inner cunt lips did not start to open.
For a moment the little girl was afraid that the two of them had both bitten off a little more than they could chew. She feared that they were attempting something that was physically impossible.
She knew that one cannot put a square peg in a round hole and she feared that this, in a sense, was what they were trying to do.
Nancy feared that he was simply too large for her that her virginal pussy was too tight to take a pole of , that dimension. But Mr. Mumm was not as concerned as Nancy. He knew that it would be a struggle to get his cock inside at first. But he knew her cunt was a hell of a lot more elastic than she gave it credit for.
Mr. Mumm knew that only brute strength was going to get his awesome tool of masculinity up inside her cunt. Luckily, brute force was something that Mr. Mumm had plenty of.
Mr. Mumm took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. He then let out all of the air with a loud grunt. At the same time he stabbed forward hard with his masculinely muscled lower torso.
Nancy squealed as she felt her inner cunt lips stretching open. They opened further than they had ever been asked to open before. She could feel the mucous membranes stretching taut. She thought she was going to tear, but she didn't.
Later, Nancy would figure that her pussy really would have torn wide open if the handsome man's cock had been a fraction of an inch greater in girth. She felt as if her inner cunt lips were being stretched open as far as they could possibly go. She could tell that the man's cock was going to fill her pussy to capacity both length-wise and width-wise.
She could feel the tip of the man's pulsating pecker on her hymen. Her precious maidenhead was stretched taut against his glans. Her pussy and his cock were throbbing together as if those throbs were being determined by a single heartbeat.
He inhaled again. He stabbed forward again. Her hymen tore. Her virginity died. Her womanhood was born. She heard the tearing sound between her legs. Her cherry popped like a cork out of a bottle of imported champagne. She actually heard the sound of her cherry popping a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
" AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Nancy screamed. Her voice was shrill.
The little black haired girl felt as if she had just been stabbed in the cunt by a red hot poker. She could feel something warm and sticky inside her cunt mixing with her natural lubrication.
It took Nancy Mermerstein a second or two to figure out what this fluid was. Then it occurred to her and she felt her face turn pale during that moment of raw horror.
The fluid was blood--blood from her recently opened wound. The fluid was trickling, pink and frothy, from her cunt, rolling down over her clit into her black pubic patch.
Mr. Mumm knew that it was going to be no easy task getting the entire length of his cock inside the little girl's cunt in spite of the fact that her cherry was gone forever.
He knew that her internal pussy tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use. He would have to pry those tissues gaping open using the blunt tip of his prick as his only tool.
Mr. Mumm began to push forward with the head of his dick as hard as he could and, in spite of this, he was only penetrating a fraction of an inch at a time.
Mr. Mumm could tell that the tip of his prick was getting steadily closer to Nancy's dimpled cervix.
Nancy was pleased to discover that the worst of the pain in her pussy was over in a matter of a few seconds.
The sharp pain in her cunt numbed into a dull ache after a time an ache that blended remarkably well with her desire. She felt the tip of his dick smack the magic spot very close to the mouth of her womb.
"Yes," she screamed. At that point she forgot all about the pain of having her cherry popped. She knew that the worst was over.
The pain of her virginity's loss was behind her. She had nothing to look forward to but the pleasure of being a woman. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her. She could feel her inner cunt lips pushing up the shaft of his cock toward the base. She could tell that the handsome man had no intention of stopping the forward pressure of his masculine lower torso until each and every inch of his pulsating prick meat was inside her pungent poontang.
Nancy could feel the tip of the man's cock touching the back wall of her pussy. This thrilled her because she knew there were still several inches of cock meat at the base of his stalk remaining to be inserted.
Nancy knew at this point precisely how far her cunt was going to have to stretch to take him and she knew she could do it. Mr. Mumm removed his right hand from the base of his cock shaft.
The handsome man placed both of his hands on the sides of Nancy's round ass. He pulled at her ass as he pushed forward with his own.
He used the little girl's shapely lower torso as leverage to aid the penetration effort. Nancy was helping herself by this time, pushing back with her ass cheeks.
She could feel the man's thick pubic patch pressing against her asshole. She could feel the man's scrotal sack on her clit and her mound. He pushed the last inch of cock meat inside her. Her inner cunt lips were gripping his spear at the very hilt!! !
Nancy could not believe how stuffed full of cock meat she was. She could feel his loins pressing hard against her reddened ass cheeks.
She could feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the core of her womanhood. His cock head was indeed throbbing against a spot Nancy would not have thought could be reached from the outside.
Her pussy was filled to the brim. She felt as if his cock were pushing all the way through her. She half expected his cock head to come popping out of her mouth.
Nancy wanted to man to start his in and out fucking motion right away but Mr. Mumm had other ideas on this subject. He continued to press forward.
This gave the little girl the illusion that the tip of his dick was pushing even deeper inside her cunt. She felt impaled like a butterfly on a pin.
Mr. Mumm began to gyrate his hips. He used the shaft of his prick to stretch her inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every possible direction.
Mr. Mumm waited until she begged him to fuck and only then did he start to pull back with the tensed muscles in his pressed together ass cheeks.
Nancy could tell that his cock was plenty thick enough to directly massage her clit as he worked in and out. She knew that her clit was going to be battered back and forth by the underside of his cock shaft.
Nancy could feel her inner cunt lips being stretched outward away from the rest of her crotch. He didn't stop pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside her.
He withdrew just as slowly as he had originally penetrated and he didn't stop until her inner cunt lips were desperately gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his bulbous purple cock head.
He paused and took a deep breath. He then stabbed forward with his ass as hard as he could. He drove the entire length of his cock into her bleeding pussy in one fell swoop.
Nancy could hear her poontang making a wet bubbling farting noise as gas was forced from the passageway by the rapid, violent violation.
Nancy could feel her eyes bugging out. She could feel her cunt going from completely empty to completely full in less than a second.
Again the girl felt the tip of his dick smack her internal magic spot. She could tell that he was going to have no trouble making her come in this manner.
Nancy could already tell that her orgasm was going to be different from the orgasm he had given her earlier by licking and sucking at her clit.
Nancy could tell it had been a clitoral come.
Nancy considered her first orgasm just a little girl come. The climax she was about to have she felt was to be her first womanly release. Mr. Mumm began to fuck her cunt with a slow, easy motion. She could feel him moving his ass cheeks from side to side almost as much as in and out.
Mr. Mumm used the entire length of his cock with each stroke always pulling almost all the way out before stabbing back inside once again.
He steadily increased his fuck motion as he proceeded and he only had to stab into that bleeding pussy about five times before Nancy hollered with pleasure.
"COMING! COMING SO FUCKING HARD!" Nancy screamed. She found that her deep-vaginal come was shorter and sharper than her clitoral release.
But it still spread to envelope her. The best thing about it was that it did nothing to stifle her urge to fuck. It enhanced her horniness.
Nancy discovered that she needed that plunging cock meat even more after her come than before it. She knew that she was going to come more than once.
Nancy discovered that she could use the muscles inside her cunt to pleasure the handsome man's cock. Nancy found that the muscles instinctively wanted to do this.
She found that her inner cunt muscles were contracting each time Mr. Mumm withdrew with his dong. She clamped down on his awesome dick.
She tugged that tube steak at the root. Mr. Mumm felt as if the come were being sucked by her cunt right up out of his scrotal sack.
Just as he had when his cock was in her mouth, he could feel the steamy jism gathering in a ball of anxiety at the base of his working lance.
Mr. Mumm could feel his horniness becoming more intense each time he withdrew and Nancy felt the pleasure get greater every time he stabbed downward.
They were moaning in turn, rhythmically. He moaned in a deep voice each time his ass rose and she moaned in a high-pitched voice each time his buttocks lowered.
Nancy could feel herself coming a second time and with these spasms Mr. Mumm rapidly picked up the pace of his humping motion.
His face was the picture of concentration. He was trying to think of anything but what he was doing. He was trying to stifle the urge to shoot his seed.
Nancy had her third orgasm and then she stopped counting. She began to snap off deep-vaginal comes at a frightening rate. The comes blended together.
"I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP COMING!! ! " Nancy screamed.
"You are so tight. You are a fist gripping my dick," he said.
"You are a sword pumping raw pleasure into my loins," she said.
Nancy could feel her clit being battered with great authority. Mr. Mumm rode her pussy low as he pumped into her from the rear. He wanted the shaft of his cock to give the little girl's bleeding hole maximum pleasure. Nancy's clitoral foreskin was sliding back and forth across the pink erection.
Mr. Mumm curled his fingers around to the softness of her underbelly, still clutching her hips, pulling each time he stabbed forward. His loins slapped her reddened ass cheeks beating out the savage, wet tempo of the fuck.
Other than their vocal exclamations the only other sound was that of Nancy's pussy itself as the moistened tissues opened and closed.
Her pussy went squish-squash, squish-squash, squish-squash. Nancy found that she loved that sound. She felt once again as if she were going to pass out from the rawness of her ecstasy.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME DIE! OH GOD! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! NO! NO! NO! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME DIE, GODDAMMIT!" Nancy hollered.
"It shall only be a small death, my pet," Mr. Mumm said.
Mr. Mumm could tell that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for much longer. He could feel his horniness reaching the saturation point. He could think about baseball all he wanted and it wasn't going to make any difference. He had reached the point of no return. There was nothing to do but shift his hips into overdrive. He gave it everything he had and fucked Nancy Mermerstein's spasming poontang with reckless abandon.
Nancy could feel each orgasm becoming a little bit longer and a little bit more intense than the one before it. Her ecstasy was mounting.
She was being launched into outer space by the handsome man's missile-shaped cock. She was going on a long trek through the universe.
The pretty little black haired girl was losing touch with reality. She opened her eyes for a moment and her vision was blurred. Her eyes were filled with tears. They were partly tears of pleasure and they were partly tears of pain.
Then the handsome man stabbed his cock all the way into the girl's cunt. He stuffed her to the brim. He once again impaled her. She could feel his cock's erection gaining urgency.
Nancy could feel the inner walls of her pussy, and her inner labia, being forced to stretch a little further to take him. She thought she was going to burst open.
Nancy thought she was going to burst open with delight! He kept his cock inside her and she felt him spasm. He arched his back. He lifted his head.
He turned his face toward the ceiling. His balls rested on her mound. She had her back arched also, and there was a graceful curve from the small of her back upward to her buttocks.
She lifted her chest from the ink blotter and, noting this, Mr. Mumm immediately ran his hands under her body and took her tits into his palms.
He squeezed them roughly, hurting them, bruising them, and Nancy could feel herself snapping off her final orgasm of the fuck. She was pleased to find that it was by far her longest and most intense come of the fuck. She had gotten off so many times that there was no way she could have counted them all.
He squirted his jism into her. He filled her cunt with his cream. They were orgasming simultaneously. They felt as if there were one come and they were sharing its pleasures equally.
Then the moment of joy was over and reality filtered back into their brains. Her pussy was as bruised as her ass. The man's cock dwindled within her, and she could feel the inner walls of her pussy getting a chance to relax in the first time in ages.
