"What a big hot tongue you have," Annie said and humped her whole luscious little teenage body up and down on the guy's tongue.
She whirled her cunt around in a circle and took the thing straight up her slit. It fit pretty tightly, all things considered.
She smiled and squirmed around harder on the hard, rolled-up log of his tongue and on his wet, sensual thick lips. He nibbled her clit with his big, yellow teeth. He nibbled her cunt like a beaver gnawing balsa wood.
"Ooooooh," she said, feeling slightly dizzy there for a moment.
Maybe she shouldn't come just yet, because if she did, he might get the idea she was more seasoned than she was supposed to be.
Trying to pass yourself off as a twelve year old when you had already passed eighteen was proving very difficult indeed.
But it was also proving fun.
Professor Witherspoon helped her down off his mouth. "You're adorable," he said, "and how would you like to play a new game? I call it 'Three Blind Mice.' Sound like fun?"
Annie scrunched up her nose and thought a moment.
"Well, it involves my bending over like this," the man said and lowered his head to the pillow. "Now you close your eyes and start groping for my ass hole with your tongue. I'll tell you if you're hot or cold."
And then, for no reason she could think, Annie nodded. She nodded so hard her pigtails fluttered.
CHAPTER ONE
Dr. Horton Granger squared his shoulders and opened the door of the college classroom. Freshman classes always made him sweat on the first day.
So many bright, eager faces. So many earnest, keen minds. So many hot, wet pussy slits hiding up those pleated plaid skirts just waiting to be plowed.
Dr. Granger walked to the podium and set his briefcase down. He heard a muffled sigh or two from the front row as he bent down.
He was used to that kind of adoration. Dr. Horton Granger was gifted with the body of a champion weight lifter and the face of a matinee idol.
His looks were, in fact, a bit old-fashioned. His profile was more Barrymore than DeNiro. But his looks were decidedly masculine.
He kept his body in superb shape by working out daily at the school gymnasium. That had turned into rather a fun place since it went coed last year. Of course, only faculty were allowed to join, but there were the attendants ... those young, nubile girls in black leotard and pink lipstick that never failed to capture his imagine, among other things of interest.
"Good morning," Dr. Granger said and set his pipe in his mouth. It wasn't lit, but no matter. His suave, academic image was best completed with that pipe. "This is Drama History. Those of you sitting out there would probably do best to be registered for this course. If you're not, please leave."
It was an odd request, but no less than four coeds got up and headed toward the door, head hung down and rear ends wagging sullenly.
Dr. Granger had learned to ask those not registered to leave. They usually included girls on campus who hadn't been able to get into his course.
There were such unfortunates.
He shook his head the least little bit possible and felt sorry for them ... may be next year.
"Now," he said, fumbled for a match and lit his pipe at long last, "there will be three lectures a week in this course ... and I expect all of you to show up promptly. You'd be well-advised to take notes and to study, because there will be three tests during the semester, not including final exams. Also, there will be one rather lengthy paper assigned, so you should be prepared to do some research. Hope you all know how to do that by now."
He had to smile. Sometimes freshmen didn't know how to research. That got some of the guys in trouble. And the girls, too, if they were unattractive.
But not so if they were shapely, adorable, and willing. Those were Dr. Granger's favorite coeds. The type that would seek work that wasn't assigned. The type that would rather put out than drop out.
The fact of the matter was, Horton Granger, Ph.D., M.A., B.S., ad nauseum, was a pimp. A first class academic procurer, and the best in his league.
The Bayes University was one of those rich eastern colleges in a rather rich delta of a rather huge river in a green corner of Pennsylvania.
Lots of money there. Lots of people wanting quality education for their offspring. Lots of people willing to pay huge sums to the university to get it ... and several just as willing to pay through the nose for first rate hookers.
And, it was Horton Granger's job to train them. Among other things.
"Now, I shall roll call," he said in a droning sort of voice, or as near to droning as it was possible for Horton Granger to sound. He had a rich bass profundo and a slight Cambridge accent that made listening to him a little thrill for the freshmen girls.
"It is not my intention to do this before every class however. After today, you're on your own. I am doing this now to find out if all who are registered are here."
A bit of book shuffling. Some feet scraping the linoleum floor. One or two coughs ... but there usually were.
Horton Granger was used to those sounds. He had been a professor since he was a young man. And today was his fortieth birthday.
He read the roll mechanically and one by one the students raised their hands. This was his least favorite part of the job ... the technical stuff.
He'd often wished he could snatch some young, unsuspecting freshman girl right out of her seat and have her come up here and do this while he fondled her tea cup breasts or inserted an academic finger into her hot, writhing cunt hole.
That might be fun.
But he knew he had to stop daydreaming. He would not become nearly so familiar with this year's crop of freshmen girls till at least another month or two into the semester.
But he knew he should begin checking them out now, while they were new. And, before he got too busy with all his usual after school activities ... like porking as many of the freshmen girls as he could get his mitts on in one semester.
Procuring be damned, he often thought to himself, after all ... what's life without a little fun. Naked virgins would good for a start.
Dr. Granger's voice droned on and on. After the roll was called, he opened his briefcase to the muted sighs of even more girls than previously and set about delivering his lecture.
It was on Comedy in Ancient Greece. Attic Comedy.
But he couldn't have cared less if it had been on nineteenth century country parson's butterfly collections. Academics was slightly boring next to the frenzied life he led.
Learning was secondary to experience.
And experience is what Dr. Granger lived for.
Perhaps it would have been different had he come from an under-privileged, or even a middle class home, but the guy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
He was from a wealthy family who owned half of Pennsylvania's utility companies. And Horton had been a mite bored growing up. If it hadn't been for sex, he might have withered and died of sheer boredom, in fact.
Then, there had been his own education. What a lark!
He was naturally bright, so studying was unnecessary. And those wild parties soon grew too tame for his kinky tastes.
So, he quietly studied for his Ph.D., got it, and left his alma mater to seek a job teaching at a school away from his family.
They tended to pry, especially his mother.
She had caught him in a few suggestive postures as a child ... like looking up the maid's skirt, chasing the chauffeur's daughter into the tool shed, and tying up the eighteen year old Polish laundress with a clothesline.
Horton Granger had been a bit of a rogue as well. Well ... perhaps he was even more of a rogue now that he was a man.
But his boyhood had been so carefree.
Daddy was always there to provide in case any particularly indelicate situations arose ... like getting one of the servant's little girls knocked up. Fortunately, it had only happened a few times, and a quick dip into Daddy's big pockets produced enough dough to keep any cases of paternity out of the courts.
Daddy had been a willing accomplice, in fact, to many of Horton's indiscreet performances. The first one he even set up, paid for, and observed.
That was the first time Horton was aware that sex was more than just playing with himself ... which he did on several occasions.
"We're going to town," his father said to him one morning after breakfast, "and we're going to have a bit of fun."
He leaned over and winked at him curiously. It was especially curious, since that was unlike his father. And Horton had known him for twelve years.
The chauffeur driven limo pulled up in front of the huge circular driveway and Horton and his father climbed in. The car sped out the drive and whooshed down a quiet tree-lined street toward the center of town.
"Where we going, Daddy?" he had asked, thinking maybe his father had a card game in mind and he would obliged to sit still for a few hours while his father put down a lot of money and lost with wild abandon.
That happened frequently, and his mother didn't seem to approve too much.
"We're going to a lady friend's house," his father said, "you're old enough now to come with me. I've informed her that I'm bringing you. And she has a special playmate for you there. A little doll, I'm told."
"Aw, Dad," the boy said and squirmed in his seat uncomfortably, "you know I'm too old for dolls. Besides, I'm a boy."
"I know that very well. That's why I'm buying you a doll to play with."
Horton shook his head in confusion. He made a face out the window where his father couldn't see it, and he watched as the chauffeur drove up to a large brownstone structure with red velvet drapes in the window and a huge front gate.
There was a man behind the gate the size of a small horse. He cleared his throat when Mr. Granger came up the walk.
"Evening, sir," he said and opened the gate, "nice night, isn't it?"
Mr. Granger nodded and steered his son up the marble steps.
A wild whooping cry exploded from within and a blonde woman with the biggest set of tits Horton had ever seen pushed into a dress answered the door.
"Jasper, darling," she gushed and pecked Horton's father on the cheek. Then, she threw her arms around him and pressed her enormous bosom into his chest. She gave him a long, loud wet kiss. "Soooo nice to see you."
"Glad to be here, Mamie," the man said, "this is my son, Horton."
Horton felt like he would liked to have crawled under the rug just then, except if he had, he would have missed having the woman lean over and kiss him.
And that meant he would have missed the chance to stare down into the vast white expanse of her enormous eye-popping tit mounds.
"Ooooooh," she said and rocked up onto her toes, "isn't he precious." She leaned over to Horton's father and said, barely above a whisper, "Has he got a whang on him like his old man?"
She giggled insanely and slapped Horton's father on the back before leading them into the parlor.
When Mamie pulled back the curtain of the parlor, Horton let out a little gasp. It was a bit like a doll house in there. About a half dozen gorgeous girls of various shapes and descriptions. Each one looked as appetizing as a layer cake to him.
"Take your pick, Jasper, honey," she said in a honey-throated voice, "my girls are always ready to attend Jasper Granger's every wish."
It was only years later that Horton found out why. His father was a high stakes spender, in all departments. Any girl who ever tricked with him was assured of a fat tip before the hour or two was up.
"Now," the woman said and began winding Horton's wavy auburn hair around her finger in a way that made him feel slightly awkward and shy, "I've got something veeeeeerrrrry special for the young lad here."
"He's all ready, I'm sure," his father beamed. "Say, Mamie, who's that lovely creature over there?"
He pointed to a willowy red-haired girl with a pointed, slightly sloping set of knockers and incredibly long legs sitting by the fireside. Horton noted she had on a see-through negligee that left little to the imagination.
"That's Rochelle," Mamie oozed and went over to the girl. She patted her on the back, "she's kinky, too. Care to give it a try?"
The red-haired girl grinned like a lynx and Horton watched his father swerve over to her and hold his arm out. He escorted her right past his son and up a winding staircase toward the second floor.
"Well," Mamie said and took Horton's hand. "I hope you like little girls, Horton. This one p is a pixie. Younger than you. And veeeerrrry sexy. I always see to that."
"Uh huh," Horton said, and tried not to blush when his voice slid up an octave. "Her name is Doreen," the big blonde said, "and she's cuddly as a teddy bear. You should enjoy vourself tonight, young man."
The woman led him up the red-carpeted stairs to a white door. She knocked once and spoke softly, "Doreen, you have company."
The door twisted openly slowly and Horton saw a huge, round pair of green eyes peek out at him. Then, the door swung open further and he saw the most adorable blonde girl with the thickest, fuzziest halo of blonde hair all over her head. She was wearing a white gown that made her look a little like she was playing dress-up.
It was cut low in front and Horton could see the outlines of two round grapefruit tits straining against the silky material.
"Doreen," the woman said, "this is Horton. You're to be veeeeerrrry nice to him."
The girl said nothing. She stood right where she was and looked Horton up and down like a drill inspector.
"Well!" Mamie said at last, "I'll just leave you two alone for now."
With that, she wiggled her lusty front and headed out the door.
It was several minutes before either of them spoke.
Then, Doreen opened the conversation. "You play polo?" she said and stared at him like he was an enormous bug. "Some. Why?"
"I heard all rich kids play polo."
"What makes you think I'm rich?"
"Why else would you be here?" She tossed her golden cloud of hair and Horton felt his heart hit his boots. "I bet you're a spoiled brat."
"Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it. You got any cigarettes?"
"Aren't you too young to smoke?"
"Hey!" the blonde girl said and wrinkled her nose up as she set her hands against her firm, svelte hips, "If I ain't too young to poke, I ain't too young to smoke."
"I don't smoke," Horton said, wondering how he'd ever agreed to come here with his father in the first place. This wasn't much fun.
"I figured. Rich kids never do." She walked over to the high, four-poster bed and sat down. She spread her legs just wide enough for Horton to see the outline of her cunt where the material was stretched suggestively over it.
"I don't like the smell of tobacco," Horton said, in his own defense.
Her green eyes grew wider. "You got any reefer?"
"No!" He wondered what the hell she was talking about.
She looked disappointed. "It's okay," she said at last, "Mamie don't let me smoke it anyway. She'd rip my face off if she saw me toke up here."
She crisscrossed her arms behind her head and lay back on the pink satin pillow.
Silence.
Horton wondered if maybe he should just leave, but there was something so damned intriguing about this little chick. He could feel a thick lump in his throat and a little jolt of excitement race through his cock.
The thing was already starting to hurt. Shit! He hoped she couldn't tell.
She stared at him for a long moment.
"You wanna fool around?" she said and licked her lips in a hot, sexy circle.
"Don't see why not," Horton said and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I better tell you up front," she said, and looked a little uncomfortable, "I'm very sexy."
"Oh," he said, trying to sound seasoned.
"You like them sexy?"
"I like them hot," Horton said. It was his first aggressive stand, and he felt proud for having come up with it.
"Take off my gown," the girl said and sat up. She lifted the hair off the nape of her ivory neck and leaned over.
Horton stared down at the blonde head. He reached for the back of her gown, but there was no zipper there ... or snaps as far as he could tell.
"Ouch!" he said and jerked up.
The bitch had tweaked his cock.
She lay back on the bed and giggled.
"You lousy little cunt!" he shouted and pounced on top of her.
The fucking little princess had had it as far as he was concerned. He pinned her to the bed with his hands and brought his whole weight down on them.
"Lemme go!" she said, eyes flashing.
She pitched and rolled to wrest free of his hold, but it did little good. Horton Granger had been lifting weights for enough years even then to count for some speed and muscle.
"Not in a pig's eye, you dumb bitch."
He brought his knee up to her groin and rubbed it hard into her cunt crack.
"Fuck you!" she shouted.
He grabbed the pink satin pillow and held it over her mouth. Her green eyes rolled around like marbles in on a plate.
"That ought to shut you up," he said and felt quite proud of himself for even thinking of it.
He drew both her hands up above her head and pinched them together at the wrists. He held them together with one of his own hands.
With the other, he ripped her gown off and got a good look at the fucking little cunt head. She had a body like a calendar girl ... a very young Miss April.
He sank both his knees into her thighs, defying her attempts to break free.
He unzipped his pants and reached inside. His cock was already stiffening up, just at the thought of having this little smart ass girl pinned under him like that.
He reached in and hauled out his stiffening rod.
"Mrrrfffff," the girl said when she saw the thing.
Horton Granger had absolutely no idea how large his cock was, but she seemed to be responding in a very demonstrative way.
He wondered what the hell it meant, but there wasn't any time to find out.
He reached down and spread the girl's sweet, pouting cunt lips apart. He looked into the wide gash with its layers of shining pink skin folded in neat rows.
He eyed the big slippery pink love button. When she struggled and tossed her hips up, he watched her lips form a perfect Cupid's bow, with the deep, dark mysterious hole centered so appropriately between them.
He felt his dick growing larger. The thing was vibrating hard in his hand and he lowered his body weight down onto her.
He felt the heat from her charged up little body. He felt the pressure of her muscles straining against his to be free. And the fight, the discomfort, the sheer oddity of the struggle made his dick thicker, harder, longer and ready to fuck.
He freed one hand momentarily and pinched her nipple hard.
"How do you like to be pinched?" he said teasingly.
She shot him daggers.
He made a vise with his hands and tightened one of her nipples with it. The stubby pink thing grew to the size of a rubber ball. He repeated the process on the other side and discovered the same response.
The touch of her hot flesh made his dick throb and ache with longing. The sight of the girl's sweet, readied cunt made his chest throb and ache with desire.
He looked down at his cock. The thing was wide and curved up dramatically from base to head. His head was as smooth as the head of a prize mushroom.
He felt the meandering purple undervein surge with blood.
The tip split open and a huge bubble of goo juiced out of it.
He lowered his dick head onto the girl's clit and began moving it back and forth across it. The bed rocked and heaved. The springs creaked.
"Oooh," he heard himself say the moment his dick connected with her sweet pink cunt meat. "Shit," he said and braced himself.
He felt his dick stiffen of its own accord, stiffen in readiness for the penetration he knew would come.
Horton reared his hips back and ringed his dick head with his muscular hand. He pushed the knob inside the wet, gripping cunt hole the little girl thrust every which way.
"Take that," he said with a vengeance. "Take that in your disgusting, slimey hole and take it up to your teeth."
With that, he hunched his hips up and rammed his prick fiercely inside the writhing, wet pussy hole.
The thing pierced the girl who let out a moan and continued to toss and turn like a wild mustang under harness.
He felt the impossibly tight muscles of the little girl close around his dick shaft. Not only were her muscles tighter than any fist, but they were so wet and smacking.
The noises alone were driving him crazy.
"Oh, God," he cried and slammed his hips down onto hers.
He yanked his prick free only to poke it back in her and feel the same delirious sensations go coursing through his young body.
"I'm gonna fuck you silly," he said, for lack of anything else to say. His head was swimming with wild fantasies.
"Krrrrffftt!! ! " she said and arched her back hard against the bed.
Her response gave him even more tension to play against. He rammed his dick down deep, deep into her honey pot and felt her squirm ... like a wildcat.
like a wildcat in a net.
"Ooooh, you like that, don't you," he said and felt his own lip open into a broad sneer. "Think you can make a monkey out of me? I'll show you."
He did, too.
With every hard thrust of his ramrod dick he was showing her.
He sunk his hard up to the hilt and felt her muscles ring it like rubber bands twisted tightly in place.
"Oooooh," he said, and tried desperately to hold out a bit longer.
The girl rolled her eyes around and he watched as her adorable tits rose and fell with every hard breath.
He felt her hump her hips up and seem to gobble his dick down with each thrust.
Her cunt hair was dripping with sweat and cunt honey.
The sweet pink folds of her pussy glistened wet and hot in the dim lamplight.
His cock felt like a baseball bat with a motor in it.
A motor that had gone out of control.
The thing rammed her pussy in a series of wild-non-stop plunges.
WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM!
"Ooooooooh," he said and felt his balls thud up against his base and cling there for dear life. His balls were going crazy.
The delicious sounds of cock smacking up into cunt ...
The tantalizing smells of pussy juice and pre-cum combined in the girl's hot writhing honey pot ...
The sight of her stretched hard out on the bed under him ... helpless except for that pumping hunk of his.
And he pumped his cock so hard, so furiously heart-stopping hard, that he felt a trickle of sweat run down his brow and ooze from his temple.
His balls emptied their load. PUMP! PUMP!
PUMP!
The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of the devilishly fucking boy and his wild pony girl. The bed moaned and creaked as Horton's come rushed down the long trail of his dick and exploded out the tip.
"Wooowwwwwwww!! ! ! ! " he said and tossed his head back a moment.
When he threw it forward again, the girl was riding him harder than he was her.
He felt her hips gyrate beneath him. Her back rolled into a series of waves ... rising, cresting, and falling again, only to rise into another wave, and another.
By the time his come cream had shot out fully into her cunt, she was moaning just as loud as he was yelling. And as often.
"Oh, you bitch," he said trying to catch his breath.
"You fucking little bitch."
"You cunt eater, you."
"You lousy little cunt."
He leaned over on his hands a moment and let his head fall forward. His prick felt so stiff, he didn't imagine it would ever go down.
He slid his dick out of the girl's hot, gripping cunt slit and sat back on his haunches. A huge glob of come cream still clung to his wide, hard knob.
He reared up on his knees and pointed the cock into her face.
Then, in one quick jerk, he yanked the pillow from her mouth and stuck his cock down her gaping throat.
"Arrrrggghhh!! ! " she said and tilted her head back so far, he could see the thick roll of his cock shaft bulging out in her throat.
"Eat my come," he said proudly, "eat it up or I'll bust your ass."
The girl, much to his surprise, gobbled his jism. She ate every last ounce of his come cream and licked his tip till he felt it smart.
"Better," he said and slowly, slowly, agonizingly drew his hard head from her lips. It came forth with a wet, wringing sound.
"I might even let you live."
He stared at the adorable blonde girl. He watched her a moment, then he sat up and released her hands from over her head.
She sat up and coughed. She wiped her lips and cleared her throat. She swung her feet to the side of the bed and sat with her back to him for the longest while.
Then, slowly, she turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him.
"Not bad," she said in her smart mouth little voice, "not bad at all."
Professor Horton Granger gathered up his sheaf of papers. He took one long last look at the bright, eager collegiate type faces in front of him.
"And that is this week's lecture on Attic Comedy. You'd do well to review your notes before coming to class on Wednesday. We will have a short, oral review at that time. Good day." He smiled and reached for his briefcase.
There was a tall, statuesque raven-haired beauty in the front row. He gave her a sly, almost imperceptible wink, then nodded.
She looked at him a moment, then down to her papers. He liked that. He liked it when girls were awed by his considerable powers over them.
It made him feel that things were in order ... that nature was revealing herself in the unmistakably universal truth of all things.
After all, he was in charge. He was in control. And only once had it ever been otherwise ... that long, wild night when his father had first taken him to a whore house. The first time he had ever laid eyes on Doreen.
And then, he had lost control for only a few minutes.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'll never get it right!! ! ! ! ! " the amber-eyed beauty said and tossed her Drama History book on the coffee table of the dorm lounge. "What the hell am I doing in school anyway?"
Her roommate sighed and hitched her Advanced Trigonometry book up a little closer to her horn-rimmed glasses.
"Oh, what's the use, I'll just never be any good at this."
Again, her roommate sighed. A hard, pent-up angry kind of sigh. The girl was driving her crazy. Well, she would have to fix things.
Maybe then, her roommate would let her read her Trig book and study in peace.
"Okay, Annie," she said to the raven-haired girl, "would you like some help with that?"
Annie looked at her as though she would die with gratitude. "Oh, yes," she said with a delighted squeal. "If you wouldn't mind."
"I'm afraid I won't get anything else done till I do," she said and let her Trig book slip into her lap. "I'm fairly good at history," she said and eyed Annie's red Drama History book cover, "what's the problem?"
"Oh, not that," Annie said and gave a nauseating glance to the book, "it's this." She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. "I just can't figure how to sit in the front row with my legs crossed and get my panties to show with any kind of consistency. Ya know what I mean?"
Another sigh of frustration ... and disbelief. "Is that what you want to know?"
Annie nodded and looked at her roommate longingly. "You're so fucking smart, Vivian," she said to her roommate. "You're here on a scholarship. I'm here by the skin of my teeth. I figured if anybody could figure out a mathematical formula for keeping your skirt anchored up on her crotch, it would be you."
"Thanks."
"Oh, it's a compliment, believe me."
"I believe you. I just don't believe me for sitting here and listening to this."
Vivian grasped the bridge of her nose under her glasses and rubbed it in soothing, tight circles. How the hell were girls in this dormitory put together anyway? She and Annie Dugan had absolutely nothing in common except that they were both female.
And maybe that wasn't exactly true. Vivian had never gone in much for boys.
Well, they were all right. But this chick seemed to be of the opinion that you couldn't get out of bed in the morning without thinking of the first male you were going to run into that day. What a dipstick, too. She must have had the brains of an amoeba.
"May I ask you," she said, fighting the urge to sound sarcastic, "just why you want to know how to sit like that anyway?"
"Oh, it's for Professor Granger," the black-haired beauty said. "My Drama History teacher. He is the dreamboat of all time."
"I'll bet."
"You should see him. His hair is copper and his eyes are sooooo smoky. He looks like he would be right at home in any bedroom in the world. I sure wish I had the opportunity to find out, too."
"Annie," Vivian said impatiently, "don't you ever stop thinking about men?"
"Of course," she said defensively, "Hey! I gotta sleep sometimes."
"Right."
"I don't know what in the world life would be worth if it weren't for men. They're my profession and my hobby."
The gorgeous raven-haired thing blinked her amber eyes and wiggled her hips more tightly into the chair.
"Well, I hope to hell with an attitude like that," Vivian said, "you find time to graduate."
"Not to worry!! ! ! " the girl said mysteriously, "hell, I may not have to graduate if I get lucky."
"Annie, this is not the University of Las Vegas. Look around you. People here are busting their balls just to keep from flunking out and winding up in Apple Creek Center, Iowa with a job at the post office staring them in the face."
"You're overly dramatic."
"I'm practical. Look, don't you want a job? A career?"
"I want a man."
"Then why not run an ad in the paper? What the hell are you coming to a university to find one for? It's a whole lot more expensive here."
The raven-haired beauty tossed her head and fixed her eyes on her roommate steadily. "You meet a better class of people here."
"Well, that's just ducky." Vivian scratched her head and adjusted her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose. "I think I better go back to my studies now, Annie ... hey! It's been real enlightening."
"You don't like me," Annie muttered and stared at the floor.
"Shit!" her roommate said under her breath. This chick was just not going to let her study tonight.
But the truth was, she did like Annie Dugan. Who wouldn't be attracted to her? She was so tall and she was built like a Greek statue. The girl didn't need to wear a bra, let alone a padded one. "I like you," Vivian said, and she knew she meant it. If only this girl wasn't such a dumb bunny, they could even be friends. As it was, Annie was a mental tagalong. "I like you fine. You're very nice."
"You're patronizing me."
"I am not."
"You're fucking patronizing me," Annie's voice sounded very near tears.
"Annie," Vivian said and tried to get a grip on herself. "You have a lot of very desirable attributes. Okay?"
"None you're interested in.
Vivian lowered her book for the fortieth time that afternoon. "Maybe I'm a little jealous, okay? Now that's out, maybe you'll let me read one whole page through without going into major anxiety trauma."
Silence.
That was worse than having the girl bitch at her.
"Are you really jealous of me."
"Yes, Miss Insecurity, I am."
"Why?"
"Are you serious? Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Oh, I'm pretty enough."
"You've got a body Sophia Loren would like throw rocks at."
"Oh, do you really think so?"
"Yeah, now how about giving me a chance to keep my scholarship, okay, Annie?"
"I think you're pretty, too."
"Thanks."
"I mean it. You hide behind those horn-rimmed glasses and those baggy sweaters that hang down to your knees, but I've seen you without your bath towel, don't forget."
"Nice of you."
"Hey, I wouldn't kick you out of bed." Vivian put her book down and stared at the girl. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"What should it mean? I think you're pretty. You think I am a knockout. We could get it on, based on that information alone."
"You mean, like lesbians?"
The thought had never occurred to Vivian. Sex had never really occurred to her. It always seemed like something other people did.
"I am not a lesbian," Annie said and crossed her arms under her wide, sloping but pointed tits. "I happen to swing both ways, though. And there is nothing wrong with that. This is the twentieth century."
"Well, if your Drama History prof asks that question tomorrow, you'll get one right."
"Come on," Annie said and snuggled closer to her roommate on the chair, "Let's try it. You won't be sorry. You might even like it."
"I doubt it."
"I been playing around with girls since I was a kid. It's fantastic. Of course, they'll never replace men."
"Of course not."
"Come on," Annie said and unbuttoned her robe, "there's nobody around this late. So we miss dinner. Big deal. You can suck my tits instead."
Vivian set the book down slowly. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Do these look serious?" she said and opened the lapels of her robe wide enough to allow the huge, tapering mounds of her tits to poke through the hole. She pressed her hands together at her waist and drew the edges of the material into a sharp V.
Her tits pressed together dramatically and the wine dark tips pointed toward the sky. "Suck on them," she said teasingly.
"You're crazy."
"I'm hot. I haven't been laid since coming to this place."
"I don't think it's gonna be long from the way you're carrying on now."
"That a threat," Annie said and thrust her tit tips into Vivian's unsuspecting chest. "Come on," she cajoled, "take off that fucking sweater and we'll have some fun. All work and no play makes Jacqueline a dull cunt."
"And all play and no work makes Vivian lose her scholarship."
"Fifteen minutes," Annie said, and began drawing hot circles over the taut flesh of her nipples. She made each nipple into a dark rubbery purple projection that stuck out like a thumb.
"What the hell," Vivian said as she watched the girl, "I don't think I can study anymore now anyway. My clit is throbbing too hard."
"Wow!" Annie said and helped Vivian off with her sweater.
"You sure this won't make hair grow on my palms or anything," Vivian said as she unhooked her bra. A lot of girls at Bayes University didn't wear bras, but she had always thought of that as slightly brazen.
And, she had always thought that hiding her tits from plain view was a good way to behave.
How had it happened that she had gotten hooked up with a roommate who thought exactly the opposite?
"You've got fantastic titties," Annie said and stroked Vivian's high, pert breasts with just the right mixture of tease and firmness.
"They're kind of normal, I always thought."
"Naw," the dark-haired beauty insisted. "Yours point up naturally. I have to press mine together to get them to do that. See? Mine sort of slope down a bit before they turn up at the end. If we want to rub nipples, I'll have to get up on my knees."
Vivian was in no condition to argue with her.
Annie got up to her knees and threw her robe off.
Again Vivian got a chance to see the girl naked, but from the point of view of being very aroused by her physical presence.
The tight, dark patch between her legs was lustrous and full.
The big wide cunt lips looked appetizing.
Her long, curvaceous legs wound down under her and disappeared, "Hmmmmmm," Vivian said appraising the whole picture.
"Take off your jeans," she heard Annie whisper.
Before she could get to her zipper, the girl had it in her teeth. She pulled it down, disengaging one tooth after the next.
The sound of metal unlinking from itself was impossibly arousing.
For the first time all year, possibly in her life, Vivian felt her cunt lips tremble.
Annie peeled the girl's jeans off her hips and stared down at her cunt.
"It's smaller than mine," she said, but I love the angle.
Vivian had never noticed that.
"Here," Annie said, "hold my nipples in between your fingers and pull real hard. I love it when you twist them, too, so go ahead. Don't be shy."
Vivian knew it was far too late for that.
She drew the girl's nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. She felt Annie's fingers go around the thick, brown tips of her own tits and begin to jiggle them, barely at first, then with more gusto.
"Where did you learn to do this?" she said to Annie once her cunt was quivering like a bowl of gelatin on a rocky dining car.
"Not in a classroom," Annie said and rubbed her friend harder, "and definitely not from a textbook."
"Didn't think so."
"Now, here's what I want you to do," Annie said, through lips that were just a bit thick all of a sudden. Her words were coming out with a low, throaty sound, too. And Vivian figured she must have been aroused. "I want you to spread your legs and let me play with your clit."
"Oh, God," Vivian said, the thought making her head reel. "Really?"
"I'm gonna play with my own to show you how I like it, so keep your hands locked real tight around our nipples. And keep rubbing them together."
Vivian did as she was told. It was the first time she had ever followed Annie's instructions, but this was the first subject the girl knew more about than she did, too.
She spread her sweet, moist thighs and felt Annie's eager fingers crawl in like a speeding tarantula. She felt the girl's fingers grasp the big rubbery tip of her throbbing clit.
She felt her jerk it a bit, like you would a lamb's tail. Then, a hot, crazed kind of electric current shot all over her body.
"Am I glowing?" she said to her friend through heated lips.
"Your clit is," Annie shot back.
Annie worked Vivian's clit around in hot, erotic circles, pressing it this way and that. She used the palm of her hand flat against the whole head till the girl tingled all over and began to pant.
"Oh, God, that feels so gooooodddddd."
"Don't close your eyes yet," Annie said, "watch what I'm doing to myself. I want you to take over soon."
Vivian would have done most anything for her at that moment, including walk on fire. She opened her eyes and watched Annie.
Annie spread her cunt lips out with her fingers and reached up to the top of her wide pink gash. She used her index finger to strum what looked like the biggest clitoris Vivian could imagine. And as she worked on herself, the thing actually grew.
"Far out," she said as she watched Annie's clit engorge, she felt her own do-likewise.
"Now you try it," her friend said, "Diddle my clit and I'll stick my fingers up you. You're gonna love this, I think."
Vivian had no doubts.
She used her fingers in the way Annie had on herself. She fondled the girl's clit and felt it hot and throbbing under her finger. She felt Annie's cunt lips quiver and juice up. becoming even slicker and hotter and thicker under her hand.
"Ooowwwwwww," she heard Annie say in response.
Hell, she must be doing something right here.
Then, she felt a sudden bracing stroke and she was aware that Annie had parted her cunt lips with her fingers and was pushing them up into her tight, virgin hole.
"I'm gonna fuck you like this," she said, and it sounded strange, though it felt wonderful. Vivian started to relax into the idea.
"Go ahead," she said, her speech halting.
The girl pushed what felt like four or five fingers up into her impossibly tight cunt. Yet, when Vivian looked down, she realized the girl was only humping her with two.
Still, her incredibly expert in and out movements made her dizzy.
Annie stuck her fingers inside Vivian's cunt and rotated them back and forth like a hot little agitator.
Annie pulled her fingers in and yanked them out, then sucked them in her own mouth.
That surprised Vivian, but it delighted her as well.
The girl stuck her fingers back in Vivian's cunt and used a series of short in and out movements to make Annie nearly delirious.
She had her on the edge of a huge cliff, and she knew she would fall the second the girl wanted to push her off, if that's what she chose to do.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she called from the depths of somewhere down a long, echoing pipe into nowhere. "This is driving me crazy."
"It's supposed to," Annie said. She tossed her long mane of slick black hair around and whispered, "now stick your fist in my cunt. Go on."
"My what?" Vivian said, and she opened her eyes.
The sight in front of her made her shudder with lust and desire. Annie was humping up and down, riding her clit over and over Vivian's extended finger.
And she was wiggling her tits further and further around and into the grip of Vivian's artful fingers.
"My pussy's real wet," she said, "so you can just stick your fist right up there. Hey, I'm used to it. Got to warn you though, it gets me off real good."
"Huh?" Vivian said and closed her eyes again.
"Do like this," Annie said and made a fist. She grabbed Vivian's hand and held it around her fist.
Vivian noted that the girl had made a fist, but with her fingers pointing out.
"That's so you can slide your fingers up me first," she said. Quite practical, if only Vivian had a mind left to work out the details.
Vivian made a fist and obliged her lover. She set her graceful fingers together and prodded the huge hole of Annie's dark, lustrous cunt.
She felt the thick pink rolls of Annie's cunt flesh part like the Red Sea and allow her fingers access to her sweet, wet cunt.
Vivian poked her fingers in deeper and swirled them around a bit. Her cunt felt like a velvet whirlpool. "Oh, shit," she heard someone cry.
She wasn't sure if it was her or Annie.
But the sentiment was real enough.
She poked her fingers in deeper and felt the rough, hard ridge of her knuckles ride up inside Annie's pressing big cunt.
"More," she heard Annie whisper.
And Annie never stopped probing her cunt with those wicked two fingers of hers the whole time she was begging to be fist fucked.
Vivian plunged her whole fist up inside the girl's wet, runny cunt and watched in disbelief as the pink hole opened more and swallowed her up to the wrist.
"That's great," Annie hissed, "now move it real slow. I'm gonna go off soon."
If "off was what she thought it was, Vivian would be along shortly.
She had never known such arousal ... ever.
She rocked back and forth on her hips and took the wild, whirling fingers greedily. She pinched Annie's hard rock nipples and felt Annie pinch her own firm, thick ones.
She humped Annie's fingers and pumped her fist slowly in and out of Annie's cunt. The pumping increased her arousal.
She held her head back and watched a big wave of passion roll toward shore. She rode it a long, hot distance, then felt herself thrown into the air.
"Oooooooooooh, God," she cried as the thing tossed up and greeted her. It carried her to shore and promptly drowned her in desire.
"More, more, more," Annie was screaming out loud.
Vivian pumped her fist hard inside the willing, wet pussy hole. She whirled her fist around slowly, then heard Annie beg her to do it faster.
She revolved her hand around inside the girl's cunt and felt it juice up thick and full.
She watched the girl's cunt lips throbbing and oozing cunt honey.
She watched the girl's clit split her lips apart and poke through the hood of her pussy lips. Annie diddled it madly.
"Oh, oh, oh," she heard Annie say as the girl rose up on her hips and humped her hand in furious pounding rhythms.
She felt her thud herself against her wrist and felt her whole hand take a savage wringing as she ground the girl's cunt to a roaring climax.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Annie said through clenched teeth.
She tossed her head back and her black mane cascaded to her shoulders.
Vivian fucked her hard and kept a lock on her tits at the same time.
The girl went wild on the end of her arm.
She jerked herself to an incredible second come, then a third.
And after a few minutes, she writhed off the wet, punishing hook of Vivian's hand and released her fingers from the girl's virgin cunt.
"You're not a bad lay," she said with a wry little smile.
"You're not bad yourself," Vivian tossed back, wondering if she would ever be the same again.
"Not bad at all," Annie said and reached down to twirl a few lustrous shiny strands of hair around her fingers, "for a girl."
CHAPTER THREE
"Ah! Dr. Granger," the soft scholarly voice sounded from the reception room. Horton looked up to see a rather short man with a burly chest coated in a tweed jacket leaning against the desk of the outer office. "I'd hoped to find you in."
"Then you're in luck," Dr. Granger said to his colleague. "If you've got a half hour, let's go to lunch at the Commons together."
"Sorry, old chap," the man said. He had a slight English accent. Oxford, unless Horton missed his guess. Could have been affected. There were speech coaches to help out with those things, but somehow, he doubted it.
Dr. Kyle Witherspoon, the man strolling into his office just now, was in enough hot water to be forced into taking a job at a second-rate school like Bayes University. He drank intemperately, and he gambled voraciously.
Also, he was fond of under-age girls.
"Well, well," Witherspoon greeted him cordially. The short, stout man extended his hand and smiled. "How are you, Granger?"
"Mean as ever, I'm afraid."
"That's all to the good."
"And yourself?"
"Never better," the man replied. He reached up and twiddled with his thick, bristly mustache.
Why college professors over the age of forty always insisted on mustaches, Horton Granger could never quite fathom.
"Let's close this, shall we?" the man said, and Horton sat back and relaxed.
Whenever anybody closed the door like that, it usually meant they wanted something. And he had a pretty good idea what old Witherspoon wanted.
The same thing he usually craved.
The same thing all his academic learning and scholarly publications could never quite satisfy him with. The same his wife and four children and natural stone house in the hills overlooking campus couldn't make up for.
A sweet, hot, willing under-age girl.
One that he knew Granger could provide for him.
At a price, albeit, but the good things in life never came cheaply.
"I've a free evening tonight," the man said rocking up on his toes. He clasped his hands behind him and looked as though he might begin a lecture on Medieval History. "I don't have many of them, you know."
"I know."
"And, if possible, I would especially like to spend it in the company of a young ... well, of a young, vitally young girl."
"Witherspoon, old man," Horton said, stroking his chin, "I think I have just the thing for you. Can you meet me at Doreen's place at eight o'clock?"
"Count on it."
The man's eyes were practically twinkling out of their sockets.
"And you should bring cash, check, or plastic with you, but an I.D. won't be necessary."
"Spoken like a true friend," Kyle
Witherspoon smiled.
Horton Granger watched as the professor strolled out of his office. He reached for the phone. Then, he put it down.
What the hell, he was due to see her today anyway. He could make Witherspoon's appointment in person. That would be more convenient.
Horton collected a few notes and slid them into his briefcase. He adjusted his tie and walked out of his office. He got in his low bottle green sports car and whisked off toward town. He headed for a familiar brownstone on a pleasant tree lined street not far from the town hall.
"Darling," the honey-throated voice of the gorgeous blonde greeted him as he walked up the front steps, "Come in."
Doreen backed up flush with the door frame and stuck her tits out toward Horton as he grazed past them.
They were the hottest pair of knockers ever saddled into a sheath dress as far as Horton Granger was concerned. But his favorite madam's tits interested him no more than any other of his girl's pairs of tits.
He loved them all.
Of course, there was a special fondness for this set, since it was the first he had ever seen naked, but that was to be expected.
"You look bushed," the beautiful girl said and led him to the kitchen. "How about a cup of coffee ... a drink of something? Gizelle, bring Dr. Granger some"
"No," he said, waving his hand, "there isn't really time for that. We're expecting company."
"What?"
He loathed that disappointed sound in her voice. He could read volumes from that sound. Of course, she didn't want company coming right away. She would have rather enjoyed Horton for an hour or two alone, but business was business.
And pleasure was pleasure.
And in the case of Horton Granger and his number one whore and favorite madam, Doreen, the two were constantly crossing over.
"But I thought we could just"
"We will, darling," he said and reached up to pat her the supple flesh on her heart-shaped chin, "we will. I promise. But later. Okay?"
"All right," she said and sat down a moment. There was an unspoken sigh on her lips. There was just never enough time with Horton. Never.
"Could we do a training session in about twenty minutes?"
Horton looked at his watch to see if he had it right. The girl was expected soon. But those freshmen girls never seemed to be anywhere on time ... except to his Drama History class. And that was just for the chance of getting to sit in the front row and make goo-goo eyes at him.
"New girl?" Doreen said, fighting the little twinge of jealousy that gnawed at her from somewhere very deep inside her.
"Yeah," he replied, almost mechanically, "We won't have much time with her. Dr. Witherspoon is expected at eight o'clock."
"And he'll be on time," Doreen said knowingly. She remembered Dr. Witherspoon very well. He was an avid collector of juvenile flesh ... especially the hot, nubile variety.
"What's her name?" Doreen said as she searched Horton's eyes for some sign that this girl might mean something to him ... something more than any of the others who came in the front door and out the back as they had been doing for the last ten years.
"Annie," Horton said, tapping his fingers on the oak table top, "and she's in my Drama History class, so let's treat her right."
Doreen shot him a surly glance.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Horton said, catching the little aside.
"She gonna get an 'A' for this?"
"If she's worthy of it," Horton said, "otherwise, she can go to the foot of the class and suck fish sticks for all I care."
"What's her story?" Doreen said, and she sounded hum-drum all of a sudden. Well, there had been a lot of girls over the years.
"Not bright. Failing everything except cafeteria. She's afraid she'll lose out next semester and be sent back to Ida Grove to work in her father's shoe store. She needs a passing grade ... in at least three subjects."
"Yeah," Doreen said and gazed out the window.
"She's a looker, too, so I think she should do fairly well. Witherspoon-likes them young and jiggling, and she's okay in that department."
"You fuck her yet?" Doreen said with unexpected venom in her tone.
Horton Granger stopped short. He reached his hand out and slapped Doreen hard across the face. "I pay you to do your job," he said viciously, "I don't pay you to ask dumb ass questions like that one."
Doreen sat down and stared back at him. She refused to let him think he had hurt her. Her cheek ached from that slap, but she wouldn't let him know. She held her tongue and lifted her chin a little.
"And don't give me that silent treatment shit," Horton said, "You're supposed to be the social director around here, so let's get social. She'll be here in a few minutes."
Doreen got up and walked out of the room. The man was a brute, and if she hadn't been so crazy about him for the last fifteen years, she would have gotten her coat on and walked out. A lot of other places would hire her.
But this place was a good deal. She could make big bucks here. The girls were never, never trashy. They didn't steal or do drugs. They came from good families.
The clientele was always fine. Full professors, Assistant professors, deans, board members, graduate students, and the occasional city official. Nothing but the cream.
So she couldn't kick, really. But there were days she felt trapped.
The doorbell cut her reverie short with a determined buzz.
"Hi!! ! ! ! " a wide-eyed voice sounded .from the front room.
Doreen pulled herself together and headed out front.
She blinked when she saw the girl. She was incredibly young ... probably no more than eighteen. And she was extremely attractive. Tall, willowy like a model, but with full, round breasts that sloped daringly down before swooping up just at the tip. And a slender waist.
Her hair was that blue-black color that was so stunning under lamplight. And her eyes glowed like flecks in a miner's pan.
"Am I late?" the girl said and stood expectantly in the middle of the foyer.
"Right on time, actually," Horton Granger's voice said from behind her.
Doreen turned and looked at the tall professor walk past. Doreen nodded as the girl smiled at her. "You Doreen?" she said, eager as a little freshman beaver could possibly be. "I've heard so much about you."
"She's going to show you upstairs," Horton said, "there isn't much time before your date will show up. We should begin right away."
"Oh," the girl said and shot Horton Granger an anxious glance. Then, she shot Doreen an even more anxious one. "I see."
"I'll join you in a moment," Horton said and disappeared into the parlor.
"This way," Doreen said and led the girl up the winding staircase.
"This place is huge," Annie said, "Like A whore"
Doreen smiled a thin-lipped smile. "But then," she said, graciously, "that's exactly what it is, so what else would you expect."
"I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
"I'm sure you didn't."
Doreen led her to a white lacquered door and shoved it open with her foot. "Here we are."
"Wow!"
"So glad you approve. Now why don't you get out of those college duds and into something more appealing ... care to take a walk to the closet?"
Annie watched like a wide-eyed kid at a matinee thriller as Doreen rolled back the sliding doors of her treasure trove.
The place was filled with negligees, gowns, wraps, caftans, and sexy ensembles of every size, shape and color. Jam-filled.
"I usually let my new girls pick their own piece of apparel," Doreen said, "I think it shows something about their personality that way."
Annie grabbed a slinky leather body stocking and a stiff black leather corset with metal studs all over it.
"Uh," Doreen said reluctantly, "are you sure you're ready for that yet?"
"I don't know," Annie said, "but I'd love to try. Got a bullwhip lying around here anywhere by some remote chance?"
"Uh, why don't we pick something a little more traditional to start you off. How about a nice white peignoir with gold threads, like this one?"
She held out a sheer gown that left little to the imagination if the wearer even happened to be standing anywhere near a light source.
"I think it would go great with your coloring. That hair is stunning."
"It's natural," Annie said proudly, "some girls with black hair like to rub shoe polish on theirs to get it to shine. I just use baby shampoo."
"Why don't you put this on," Doreen said patiently, "I'll watch."
"You wanna see me naked, just say so," Annie said.
"Oh," the woman laughed, "a natural exhibitionist. Good."
"A terrible show-off, so my folks always told me. Mom had to nail the blinds down to the window sill in my room. That didn't stop me, though. I used the front door ... when nobody was home, of course."
"I see."
Annie tore her clothes off and stood naked in the room, as if she were posing for an erotic poster. "I love showing it off," she said eagerly.
"Well, we shouldn't have any problems in that department," Doreen said, "your tits are perfectly breathtaking. They yours?"
"Be real."
"That's what I'm asking you."
"They're mine," Annie said, and she grabbed the nipples and rubbed them together absent-mindedly. "I get off on them, too, as you may imagine."
"Here," Doreen and tossed her the gown, "why don't we see what you look like in this."
Annie put the thing over her flowing black tresses and felt it slither over her high, proud tits and slide down her voluptuous body. The thing fit her like a snake skin. "Oh, Wow! This is really hot. It's the nicest thing I've ever had on."
"I think we could charge admission just to let people get a glimpse of you in that thing," Doreen allowed. It was a rough admission, but it was the truth.
"Thanks."
"Only one problem."
"Huh?"
"Your pussy."
"What's wrong with my pussy?"
"It's awfully hairy."
"Well, shit I can't help that."
"I can. Come with me."
Annie felt herself being pulled into the aquamarine tiled bathroom. The place was about the size of her family's living room, only better decorated.
"Sit over there and lift that thing up," Doreen said, "better still, take it off. And get into the tub. Come on now."
"Why are you gonna do to me?" Annie said, her wide amber eyes flashing like signal lights.
"You are going to be giving the illusion of being a young girl."
"I'm only eighteen."
"And you've got the body of a thirty year old topless dancer."
"And proud of it."
"That hair pie has got to go bye-bye."
"Shit! You wanna shave this off?" Annie grabbed a tuft of the thick, shiny curly black kinky hair and stared down at it.
"Now, you're catching on."
"What if I don't want you to?"
"What if you flunk all five courses your first freshman semester?"
Annie sighed and bent over. "Whack away," she capitulated, "And it took me so long to grow this crop."
"It'll grow back," Doreen said and turned the faucet on full blast.
She backed up and unbuttoned her tight pink negligee top. She took it off and hung it over the towel rack. She stood facing the girl.
Annie looked at Doreen. She was wearing the scantiest camisole she could possibly imagine. The bodice dipped far below her fantastically huge rubbery nipples and came down to roughly her pubic bone. A full view of her cunt could be had just by bending over.
"Would you mind telling me why you bother wearing anything at all?" she said and pointed to the skimpy silken camisole thing.
"Because, my dear," Doreen said and reached for the soap, "this business is one of illusions. This thing I am wearing creates an illusion ... an illusion of titillation, of now-you-see-it, now-you-don't, of naughtiness."
Annie stood in the back of the huge Arabian tub and crossed her arms under her very mature breasts, "That what you're doing with me?"
"You catch on fast," Doreen said, lathering the girl's snatch to a white, frothy peak. "You see, men like young girls. You're young, but you could look younger. Provided, of course, I make a few deft strokes of my blade here."
She reached over and grabbed a long razor. The blade glinted in the bathroom light. She came toward the girl and grabbed a handful of her sweet, wispy black pussy hair.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"I look like a new Army recruit," Annie said, staring down at her shorn cunt.
The mound was beginning to look bald, like a clam.
"You've got a great cunt," Doreen said, spreading the girls lips with her hands and chopping away the remaining stubs of hair here and there.
"The same for you," Annie said, "I think I love blonde pussy about as much as my own. If you don't mind my saying so."
"What would you do with one if you had it?" Doreen said, washing the girl's cunt out with sweet, massaging strokes of her hand.
"Hmmmmm," Annie mused, "maybe something like this."
She reached up and tickled Doreen's adorable blonde-fringed mound.
"Not bad," Doreen said and leaned over to suck one of the girl's protruding thick tit tips.
Annie felt the girl's mouth draw her hot, sensual nipples out into pliant big love handles.
Doreen moved to where Annie was standing and stuck her hips out at an angle where the two women could rub their clits together.
Doreen moved her hips in hot, erotic circles as Annie moaned and leaned back against the tiled wall. "Ooooooooh," she cried.
The woman, expert at making girls come in a few seconds, reached around back and popped her thumb up Annie's wet, moist bung hole.
"Oh, God!! ! ! " the girl cried and opened her eyes. She used the rest of her hand to worm her way into the girl's tight bald pussy.
"Your cunt looks so sweet," Doreen said, "just like a twelve-year-old's."
"How does it feel?" Annie said and drove three fingers straight in to Doreen's tight, muscular cunt hole.
"Wet, hot, ready and willing," Doreen said and turned her head toward the door. "Okay. Horton," she called. "All ready in here."
"Ooooooooh," Annie called from cloud number nine, "are we expecting company?"
"Your Drama History professor," Horton said and stepped inside the steamy blue bathroom stark naked and ready for action.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That cunt is gorgeous," he said and fondled the adorable bald snatch.
He felt his prick stiffen slightly and dug his hard finger up into the girl's cunt.
"Tight enough for you?" Doreen said, standing near the sink with her hands folded over her enormous rising and falling bosom.
"Like a worm hole," Horton said and backed off again.
Annie was left gripping the towel rack and moaning softly.
"Let's start her off on a blow job," Horton said calmly, "see how she can handle that."
"Witherspoon would love it," Doreen said and came forward to assist.
"Here, Annie," she said and slipped an inflatable rubber ring under her ass. "Sit on this. I'll run the water."
"You think you can talk kind of cutsie," Horton said, "not like a college girl, but somebody a bit younger. like your younger sister?"
"I have all brothers."
"Like one of them, only a girl."
"I'll try."
"Just try now."
"Ooooooh, golly gee whiskers, Mr. Witherspoon, what a biiiiiigggggggg cock you have!! ! ! ! "
"I said young girl, Annie," Horton glowered, "not Shirley Temple."
"I'm not a professional actress, you know."
"You won't be a professional anything if you don't do as we say," Doreen shouted. She was getting a little tired of this whole routine.
Besides, having Horton standing in front of her with his big whang growing larger by the moment, was making her cunt lips slap together.
"Now, let's get on with the blow job," Horton ordered.
"Yeah," Annie said and stared at Horton Granger's huge deep hole. The one in the middle of his impossibly round, hard dick dome.
"Now," Horton said, leaning back and using his very professorial voice, "when a guy gets his cock out, he usually wants you to admire it."
"That's the most gorgeous dick I've ever seen," Annie said.
"More sincerity, please."
That struck Annie as odd, since she meant it. Horton Granger had the longest, hardest, thickest most gorgeously turned out piece of meat this side of Chateaubriand. And she had never even seen one of those.
"I would love to suck that," Annie said and wiggled her hips.
Maybe the hip wiggling thing would get them. Her acting really wasn't doing her too much good.
"Now just start with some tongue action. Hold my balls a bit and play with them. Just massage, now, no tweaking."
He cast an evil eye at Doreen, who passed on the implication.
Annie reached out and took the bucketful of spongy, wrinkled ball flesh in her hands.
The things hung hard and heavy into her palms.
"Just massage them," Horton commanded.
Annie massaged her professor's balls with great care. She felt the hard elliptical eggs inside the pliant flesh. She rolled them around gently.
"That's okay," Horton said, "now my cock."
"I would take your cock anywhere," she gushed.
"That's good, give it some compliments."
"These aren't compliments. I mean it."
"That's good," Doreen spoke up, "be sincere."
Fuck! Annie thought. These two are so jaded and full of games they don't even believe a person when they're sincere. Fuck them both!! !
"Diddle my cock a bit. Just play with it. Let's see how you do it."
Horton Granger closed his eyes as the girl reached for his prick head. He could tell how a girl would be in bed just by the way she reached out and held onto that thing. And he could tell it from the moment of first impact.
Most girls needed a lot of help in this area. Especially young ones.
He figured with Annie's brains, he would probably have to potty train her.
But when she reached her hand out and set the palm over his taut smooth prick dome, he was very surprised ... and a little pleased.
She had a good grip.
Not too soft, not too hard.
Not too cool, not too eager.
Just right.
She stretched her hand out flat and ran her palm over the head of Horton's round hard dick. The sensation was completely arousing.
"Well, well," he said approvingly. "You do know how to touch a dick."
"I can suck one, too," she said and grinned proudly.
"No!" Doreen said and came forward, "don't try to sound like a hooker. You're twelve going on thirteen, not a has-been porn starlet looking for money to buy downers. Remember that. You've naive. You've not been across the street."
"Let alone around the block," Horton reminded her.
"Oh, I get it. Young and innocent."
"And a little reckless," Horton added.
"You can wiggle your ass," Doreen said, "just don't wiggle your age around too much. Remember the illusion."
"I'll try to get it better," Annie promised and went back to handling Horton's big, hard dick stick. Much better work anyway.
"Now how about some tongue on my head," Horton suggested.
The girl did have an excellent handle on his cock. And he loved the way her pussy lips splayed open when she sat cross-legged like she was now. That appetizing bald clam of hers looked so right with all that pink flesh stuffed inside of it. A hot hors d'ouevres if he'd ever seen one.
He could hardly resist dipping into it, in fact.
He reached his hand down and scooped some runny cunt honey out of her delicious pink juiced up pussy pot. It felt sweet, wet and charming.
"Now stick your tongue out," Dr. Granger instructed, "Let's see some tongue action on my joint." He could hardly wait for that one.
Annie opened her mouth and started lapping at the big's man enormous dick head. She ringed her hands around his cock base to better steady the thing. It was flying around like a flagpole in the sand.
She made a ring with her thumbs and index fingers that barely squeezed around the base of Horton Granger's huge monster dick.
Holding the thing in place like that, she leaned over and dabbed her tongue all over the round, taut head of his cock pole.
She dabbed her tongue into the slit.
She slithered her tongue around the glans and ducked it up under the rim and tasted the flared skin under his mushroom cap.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, tasting the thing and savoring the flavor.
"You like cock, do you?" Doreen said as she stroked the girl's firm up-thrusting breasts.
"Mmmmmmm," Annie nodded and went back to sucking dick.
She could feel the vital throbbing blue vein running the full length of Horton Granger's huge whang. She felt it vibrate hard beneath her fingers and under her tongue whenever she swept over it or around it.
She sucked his prick lengthwise by running her mouth along the shaft, like it was a mouth organ or a cob of corn. She sucked vigorously.
She ran her tongue all over the hard shaft and popped it around and in and under in all the expected places ... and some of the unexpected ones.
Then, in one fell swoop, she swallowed his wide, hard dick head. She crammed his cock knob down her mouth and sucked it so hard her cheeks sank it.
"Auspicious," said Dr. Granger.
Delicious, thought Annie.
Vicious, Doreen said to herself.
Annie lowered her head and clung to
Horton's hard pecker like a trapeze. She scoured the underside of it with her thick, vibrating tongue.
She swirled the thing around, around, around the whole circumference of the big man's hard, thick rod. She spiraled it around his whole shaft.
Then, she stuck the thing inside her mouth up to the wide halfway point along his shaft. The thing filled her mouth so completely, she could barely breathe.
"Good," Doreen coached, "can you breathe?"
Silence.
"Just nod your head yes or no." Annie nodded, then shook her head. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she said.
"I think she can sort of breathe," Horton managed, though he was finding it difficult to speak coherently. The girl was that good.
"Try your nose," Doreen commanded. "Relax and breathe through your nose."
She fondled the girl's pussy gingerly. Doreen stroked the soft pulpy mounds of the girl's cunt lips. The silky smooth moons that she had just shaved herself personally with her very own razor blade.
She was proud of her work. And she was beginning to see that maybe Annie had something going for her. She was proving to be a dynamite cocksucker, all right.
She could tell that just by the way Horton was tilting his head.
Well, she knew him pretty well. Horton Granger leaned back and let the little girl suck his dick. She could handle it, and he wanted to enjoy it. He didn't always.
But he did this time.
Annie gripped Horton's full hard on and pumped it in and out of her mouth.
The sweet, loud sucking sounds echoed off the walls. They bounced off the bathroom tiles and made Doreen's cunt wet just to hear them.
They made Annie's cunt wet.
And they made Horton's pecker hard as a ball peen hammer.
"Can you take this thing all the way down your throat?" Doreen said and stroked the lower half of Horton's gigantic prick stick.
"Mrrrrrrfff," Annie nodded, but just barely.
She was getting too hot to think about much now, but she could manage to think of how good that log would taste in her hot, tight throat.
She wiggled her mouth around and managed to gulp a few more inches back in her throat. Her mouth salivated like fury and her temples throbbed.
The big vein in Horton's cock was throbbing, too. Annie could feel it far, far back in her hot, tight wet throat channel.
"Suck me," Horton called softly, "suck that dick."
He rammed his pecker harder into her mouth.
Annie caught it swallowed some more.
She lapped his vibrating hard head with her tongue and slid up and down on the thing, t trying to grease some tracks to take the whole load down her mouth.
She worked Horton's huge, hard dick shaft in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was running saliva and pre-cum like a rivulet.
She humped Horton's cock hard with her sucking, fucking mouth.
She rammed his pecker all the way into her mouth and took it down to the shaft.
She wondered if her face was turning blue.
She wondered if she would choke on that hard, round firm baseball bat of a prick.
She wondered if she would die and go straight to heaven if she came.
Then, she came.
She tossed her hips up and down and succeeded in making Horton's cock wetter and harder by doing so. She sucked the thick, punishing rod in her mouth and pumped it in and out.
Harder and faster.
In and out. Up and down.
She swung off the tip of Horton's dick for a brief moment and took in a gasp of air. But before anybody had time to ask her what was up, she stuck the huge log back in so hard, Horton thought a lamprey was eating him alive ... cock first.
"Good Lord this child can suck," Horton said, and braced himself against the towel rack. He knew that when he came, the force of his jism might well knock her back against the opposite wall. It had gone like that sometimes.
"Oh, shit," he cried, "hold onto her, I'm gonna shoot."
Annie dug his dick in her mouth and slid off it.
She dug it in again and yanked it back out.
She went down on it and sucked the thing so fast and far back into her mouth, Horton closed his eyes and lay his head back on the tiles.
"Shiitttttt!! ! ! ! " he said and shot his load.
He shot his whole load of come cream out in one giant, instantaneous, powerful geyser that would have indeed knocked little Annie right back into the opposite wall had it not been for Doreen catching her.
"Jesus," Doreen said when she saw Horton's jism still squirting out the tip of his massive, hard pecker log. "That's a fucking bucketful."
Horton emptied his guts.
He emptied his entire supply of delicious come cream into the girl's waiting mouth. She seemed quite happy to get a load of it.
She sucked his cream.
She ate his spunk till it was all gone and licked her lips.
"Wow!! ! ! ! " she said, coming up for air, "that was some kind of far out suck you just gave me."
"What about the one you just gave me?" Horton replied, a little breathlessly, "What about the one I just got?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Annie said, looking and sounding very much like a twelve year old girl just then, "I couldn't take your cock down inside my throat until the very end. It's so fucking huge. Maybe next time."
"Let's you cleaned up and into this negligee," Doreen said, hoisting the girl out of the tub. "I think Witherspoon is due shortly."
"I'd like to have a few moments with Annie alone," Horton said, feeling his balls twitch again. So unlike them, but there they were.
I bet you would, Doreen thought, but kept her mouth shut.
"Sure," Annie said and slithered into her gorgeous satiny gown.
She stood in front of the light and watched the thing move with her like she was under white water. She could see the mound of her bare little adorable pink pussy. She wondered how long the hair would take to grow back.
Doreen slipped out the door quietly.
"Dr. Witherspoon is a first-rate academician," Horton said.
He grabbed his smoking jacket off a peg in the bathroom and slipped into it. His cock had taken to dangling between his knees now, but it showed promise of making a return engagement, especially if this little nymphet were going to hang around to give it any encouragement whatsoever.
"He is also a gentleman, a scholar, and a close colleague."
Annie nodded circumspectfully.
"His credentials are unquestionable, and provided you play the role the way you did just now in the bathroom, you will have nothing to worry about," Horton told her.
She looked at her luscious body in the mirror and smiled hotly.
"If you say so, Dr. Granger."
"One more thing," he said and grabbed his pipe from his jacket pocket.
"Yes?"
"He loves a good rim job. After that, he'll want to bugger you. Sound okay?"
Annie pursed her lips together and made a wide-eyed little girl face.
"Why the hell not," she giggled, "it's to save my education."
CHAPTER FIVE
Dr. Kyle Witherspoon arrived promptly.
It was his custom to show up on time, as befit the prestige of his position as full professor. Dr. Witherspoon was rather pleased when he strolled in.
Horton Granger always managed to find such young, delightful, nubile, untouched young girls. There was nothing more he loved to do than violate them ... first chance he got.
And the way this one had been described to him made his mouth water.
Young, gorgeous, the face of a Botticelli, the body of a Delia Robbia, and an ass that would knock his socks off. It sounded better than an all-expense paid sabbatical.
"Dr. Witherspoon," the gorgeous blonde madam gushed.
She reminded Witherspoon of Marilyn Monroe. Better body, but the smile made him wilt. She was a beautiful, gracious girl.
But, at thirty, she was far, far too old for Witherspoon. He liked them young. Always had. Except when he was a boy. Then, he liked them old.
Sex was a strange business.
"Ah, Doreen," he said and made sure to rub his chest against her two gorgeous tit mounds. They felt like melons pressing against him. Big ripe ones ... in season.
"So glad to see you again," she said and twiddled with his big mustache.
"Happy to be here, I'm sure," he said with a merry twinkle.
"We've got such a beautiful young thing for you this evening," Doreen said and began playing with his silvery hair.
"Very young?" Witherspoon said, his crotch straining.
"Very young and very tender. Such a sweet, innocent lamb." She beckoned Dr. Witherspoon over to her mouth with her finger. She whispered into his ear, "Not even a wisp of pubic hair yet. Too young."
That was just too much for Witherspoon. He clapped his hands together in glee. "I can hardly wait."
"You won't have to," Doreen said, "right this way."
Doreen led Witherspoon up to a huge bedroom with a mammoth round bed and ceiling mirrors that covered the ceiling and halfway down to the floor.
There was a whirlpool bath in one part of the room, a bar and a fireplace with a cushy velour sofa facing it. Soft music cooed from the overhead speakers.
"Ah," Witherspoon said, "so romantic. Where is my little lamb pie?"
"Coming right up," Doreen said, "Let's undress you first. Would you like a drink? A bath perhaps?"
"Anything you say, my dear," Witherspoon babbled. "I love anything you do to me, you know that."
Such practiced hands, Witherspoon thought as Doreen slowly, tantalizingly undid his tie, then his shoelaces.
She meandered down the front of his shirt, undoing one button at a time. She wiggled her hard, pointed tits in his direction.
She helped him out of his pants and then his white boxer shorts. The man was short and squat, and he had a long and thick joint.
Doreen had seen them all, and she had never failed to be amazed at how such a very unattractive individual as Witherspoon here could have such a fantastically huge prick. "Care for a little drink?"
"Noooooo," he said, calculatedly, "maybe a Yoo Hoo."
"Chocolate milk?"
"Got to lay off the sauce," he said, and patted his tummy, "Doctor's orders."
"Long as you don't have to lay off the sex."
"Not a chance, my dear."
Witherspoon lay his huge hand on Doreen's shapely knee.
She smiled back at the old goat.
"Well," he said after a moment, "where is my little princess?"
Just then, the door opened and Annie sauntered in.
She was wearing that see-through thing and she had her hair in pigtails. She puckered her lips up and blew Witherspoon a big kiss.
"My, oh, my," the aged professor said, and sucked his tongue hard against his teeth, "you're a tasty little morsel."
Annie hadn't heard that one since a late night Errol Flynn movie.
"Well." Doreen said, making her way to the door, "I'll just leave you two alone now. She blew Dr. Witherspoon a kiss. "Oh, Kyle," she said in her hottest honey-laden voice, "Don't keep her up too late, okay? She has a nine-thirty bedtime."
Kyle Witherspoon felt his ass cheeks suck together. He rose up an inch from the bed in excited anticipation. This could be the night he had been waiting for for most of his adult, perverted life.
"Come here, child," he said and patted the bed next to him.
Annie wiggled her hips over to where he sat and eyed him with her head down. She stared at him through thick, dark lashes and felt very seductive all of a sudden. Maybe she had really missed out on something when she was a kid.
"Ooooooh," she said, bouncing up and down on the thing, "you're such a big, wise man. I'm Annie. How do you do?"
She had been told to keep the voice a little squeaky, but not to overdo it.
"Call me Kyle," the professor said and grinned broadly.
"Oh. Kyle," she said staring at his liver spots, "could I play with that big, thick worm between your legs? "
"In a moment, my dear," he said back. "In the meantime, have you ever played 'department store at Christmas' with anyone?"
Annie shook her pigtails.
"Well," the man said, sound joyful, "why don't you climb right up here and I'll show you how."
Kyle Witherspoon felt his whang begin to wobble. It had been dangling down there between his thighs, but now it was showing signs of growing ... like a sausage with too much stuffing in it ... like a huge, fat sausage.
"Now," Kyle said very carefully enunciating all his syllables, "you come up and sit on Santa's face."
"Wow!" the girl said, sweetly and innocently. We.. , she was kind of sweet and innocent. She'd never played "Department Store at Christmas" before. Never in her life.
"You mean you want me to spread my pussy lips and sit on your mouth?" she said and rolled her eyes like a big bisque doll.
"And jiggle around on it a bit, too," the man said, "all you like."
Annie wasted no time. She scrambled up onto Professor Witherspoon's big, scholarly face. She felt the bristly hairs of his mustache brush against her newly-shaven pussy. She plunged her cunt down on his face.
"Oooooooh," she cried as he held her aloft and licked her clean, white pussy mound.
"That feels like wet velvet."
That man had an incredibly long, and from what she could tell, incredibly talented tongue on him. And he seemed to know how to use it.
He swirled it all around the hills and dales of her creamy white pussy. He parted her plump pussy lips and licked around the inner lips. He licked her pink cunt lips till they were so wet that when they smacked together they sounded like waves hitting the shore. Waves of passion and mounting heat.
"What a big, hot tongue you have," she said and humped her whole luscious little teenage body up and down on the guy's tongue.
She whirled her cunt around in a circle and took the thing straight up her slit. It fit pretty tightly, considering.
She considered how tightly it fit.
She smiled and squirmed around harder on the hard, rolled up log of his tongue and on his wet, sensual lips. He nibbled her clit with his big, yellow teeth.
He nibbled her teeth like a beaver gnawing balsa wood.
"Ooooooh," she said, feeling slightly dizzy there for a moment.
Maybe she shouldn't come just yet, because if she did, he might get the idea she was more seasoned at this than she was supposed to be.
As it turned out, she needn't have worried. Professor Witherspoon had other ideas for her. Ideas involving a different game.
He aided her down off his mouth and she wiped it with her pigtail.
"You're adorable," he said, "and I'd love to play some more with you. How about a new game? Do you know Three Blind Mice?' I mean the game."
Annie scrunched her nose up and thought a moment.
She shook her head so hard the pigtails stood straight out.
"Well, it involves my bending over like this."
He crawled up onto the bed and got onto all fours, then he lowered his head to the pillow. "Now, you close your eyes and start groping for my ass hole. When you find it, start sucking. I'll tell you if you're hot or cold."
It sounded a little far-fetched to Annie, but she was enjoying this man's company. She was also enjoying the little ruse she was putting over on him.
He spread his ass cheeks out and she could see, because she kept her eyes open, the brownish circle of his ass hole. She could see his hairy ass cheeks and the huge, gathered wrinkles of his giant balls.
Ahead of them, his cock hung huge and hard and pointed away and up from her.
There was nothing wrong with the view from where she sat. Of course, if it had been Errol Flynn, she might muster a little more enthusiasm, but it was what it was.
"Now," the professor called, "Let's begin."
Annie groped against his bare heel. He laughed and shouted, "Cold!"
She sat up and ran her hand along his back. He twitched his hind quarter. "Colder," he said patiently.
She ran her hands along the full length of his spine until she reached the hot, smooth hairy crevice between his ass cheeks.
"Ooooh, warmer!"
She felt down to the wrinkled, soft skin around his tight bung hole.
When she put her fingers on his anus, he shouted gleefully, "Hot!! ! ! ! ! "
She diddled the rim of his hole gently with her finger. She skated her fingers around and around the rim until his hole gaped open in full arousal.
She felt his balls with her other hand. They were hard as darning eggs.
She felt the stem of his dick.
It vibrated hard and stiff in her hand.
"Come on down on your knees, my darling," Witherspoon suggested, "and stick that tongue out. You've found my ass hole and you're going to have to ream it."
Annie got down onto her elbows and saw the configuration of Witherspoon's ass above her. She saw his heavy, huge balls. She saw his throbbing big pecker.
And she decided that sucking his ass out wouldn't be half bad an idea.
She popped her tongue out and rolled it into a stiff log. She dabbed it up into the tight, dark hole of Witherspoon's ass.
She jerked the thing in hard, and she felt the natural resistance of the elastic organ. A wall of flesh greeted her tongue.
A wall of warm, consistently wet and rubbery flesh.
She stuck her tongue in deeper.
She made round, hard circles.
Witherspoon set about moaning like a wounded moose.
"Ooooooh, my God," he said to the ceiling, "Oh, don't stop. Don't stop."
It had never occurred to her.
She kept her tongue locked tightly up his tight bung.
With her free hand she grabbed the base of Witherspoon's long, hard organ. It thudded obediently when she squeezed the base.
It throbbed and trembled.
Just like her shaved pussy lips were doing.
Her clit popped out of her cunt lips and began to quiver.
And grow.
Her clit was growing as fast as Witherspoon was letting out moans of pleasure.
"Holy Hannah," he said, invoking some strange god she knew nothing of.
"Suck my ass," the man cried delightedly.
"Ream my bung, you naughty girl."
Annie tortured his poor ass hole with her tongue. She rammed it in and hauled out and rammed it back in again. She grabbed Witherspoon's stick. She threw it into high gear.
She jerked his stick harder and harder.
Her hand slid all the way up to the top and embraced the crown.
It slid down to the base and squeezed it for all it was worth.
The man wiggled his hips and humped gently back and forth, eager for more of the little temptress's lusty tongue sucking.
She jabbed her tongue all the way in his ass hole and swabbed it round and round. First one way.
Then the other.
Witherspoon thought he would jump UP off the bed and never come down.
"Ooooooh," he said shaking his silvery head and gripping the bedspread, "Harder, faster, more, more, more ... .. oh, more!! ! ! ! "
Annie dug it in.
She swirled it around.
She gripped his cock shaft and rubbed it furiously all the way up and down.
The man bucked his hips like a wild bronco.
He shouted and screamed curses and oaths and endearments all at once.
Then, suddenly, for no reason that Annie could think of, he turned around and slammed her down onto the bed.
No reason at all that she could think of, except that he was incredibly excited, and powerful for an old guy, and she had always heard that old guys have a lot of control because, well for one thing, they've been doing it for so long.
He flipped right over and tossed her down onto the bed, with her face biting the pillow.
Then, he proceeded to fuck the stuffing out of her.
Up the ass.
Annie had no time to even breathe. She felt the hard big shaft slice into her butt hole.
"Oh, God," she cried, "Professor? What the hell are you doing?"
It was no way for a little under-age girl to talk, but she had grown up awfully fast in the last fifteen or twenty minutes.
"Gonna fuck your ass till your head blows off," he threatened.
It sounded intriguing.
The man shoved his hard, angry knob up into her sweet, tight little bung hole. He slid it in and began a series of short, punishing strokes, guaranteed to bring the most seaworthy woman to tears of pain and pleasure.
"Just lie there and take it, girlie," he shouted, "take what's coming to you. Take my big prick up that sweet, tiny little poop chute."
The man was deadly serious.
And he was a deadly aim.
He poked his pecker square up into her hole and pumped it in and out savagely.
"Oh, oh, oh," Annie cried and tossed her head around in wild, nearly-delirious circles. There was no faking the feelings now.
Twin sensations of pain and extreme lust filled her being.
The man with the hot poker up her ass didn't let up for one single second.
"Take that dick," he cried, "take it up your ass and like it. You naughty, naughty little nympho, you. You bad, bad little vixen."
Next he'll be calling me Lolita, Annie thought as he pounded her senseless.
"Fucking little Lolita," Witherspoon harangued. "Fucking wild and crazy little greedy cunt. I'll make you pay for this."
An odd statement, since it was going to be Witherspoon doing all the paying.
But he could certainly set her bung hole on fire.
And that's exactly what he was doing now. That and making her cry out in pain just so that she could cling to the edge of awareness before spilling off into a sea of wild, unbridled orgasm.
"Oooooh, noooooo," Annie squeaked. That was not an act either. She had no voice left. The man behind her was fucking her all the way up the larynx.
The thing sliced up her bung so deep she had to take deep breaths to keep from passing out from the delirium of it all.
Then, she closed her eyes and felt herself spiral down, down the long winding staircase in Doreen's huge whore house. She felt herself fall crazily into a white, hot cloud of fluffy, fleecy come spasms.
That's about the time Professor Witherspoon's cock hit the deck.
It exploded.
His prick exploded inside the girl's tight, wet, hot, hard, impossibly muscular little bung. And the sensation made him scream like a banshee.
"Iiiiiieeeeeeee!! ! ! ! "
He thrust his prick in and felt his orgasm tug his whole body forward, forward into the girl's wrenching little ass hole.
He felt as if his whole being would be drawn into that sweet, long, tight, wet well ... like Alice In Wonderland when she fell down the rabbit's hole.
"Oooooooooh," somebody said.
Annie looked up and saw that the noise had come from Vivian. Her roommate was standing framed in the doorway with a very angry look on her adorable face.
"Annie Dugan!! ! ! ! " she said sharply, "what the hell are you doing here anyway? Shit!! ! ! ! ! "
Annie could barely roll over enough to allow Professor Witherspoon to slide his thick meat loaf cock out of her cram hole. "Huh?" she said, blinking hard.
"I followed you over here and I've been trying to sneak upstairs for the last two hours. Now tell me what you're doing here?"
"Oh, shit, Vivian," Annie said, crawling up onto her knees, "what does it look like I'm doing."
"Fucking my Advanced Trigonometry professor! That's what it looks like. What a lousy little nympho you turned out to be. Some roommate!! ! "
The bold girl sat on the edge of the bed and folded her arms under her gorgeous upturned knockers.
There was a long silence.
Vivian blew a stream of hot air out her angry lips. She turned to her roommate and stared at her like she was a sideshow freak.
She gave Professor Witherspoon a withering look.
"Christ, Annie," the girl said, "what the hell did you with your bush? You've got no hair on your pussy. Not even a wisp."
CHAPTER SIX
"Do the words twenty years in the state pen strike terror into your heart?"
The raven-haired girl, her pigtails askew, bit her Up and stared at her roommate. After a moment, she gulped. "I don't believe you said that. You're some friend, Vivian, you know that?"
"Well, maybe you don't know that prostitution is illegal!"
"Stop grilling me, what do you think you are, Scotland Yard? You're so fucking worried about my breaking the law, think what would happen if I broke my parents' hearts by flunking out of school my first semester!! ! ! "
Annie was pounding the table now. She didn't often do that, but she felt it necessary to make her point. So she wasn't lily. Neither was anyone else involved in the whole charade. Including Dr. Kyle Witherspoon.
"How in the world did you ever let yourself"
"Oh, shut up with that shit. I needed a passing grade from Dr. Granger. He held the key to save my ass. If I passed Drama History, I figured I was safe."
"What the hell does that have to do with shaved pussy and butt fucking for crying out loud?"
"Vivian," Annie said, trying to sound mature. The situation called for it. After all, everybody else around here was losing their heads and acting like juvenile idiots. Best she maintain an air of dignity. "Dr. Granger assured me that if . ... uh ... saw Dr. Witherspoon in this rather ... uh ... shady house of ill repute ... I ... uh ... would not flunk out of Bayes University."
Annie shook her head and took another sip of the coffee from the mug in front of her.
"God, there's enough intrigue here for a soap opera ... an X-rated one!! ! ! "
"If you don't like it, Vivian," Annie said, crossing her legs and feeling nothing of the old hair filling that used to make her thigh sandwich complete, "you can just move out of our dorm room."
"If you keep up this insane behavior, I won't have to move out. You'll be thrown out!! "
"Please don't say that," Annie warbled uncertainly, "have you ever been inside a Grossbinger Shoe Store?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"My father manages one of them. If I flunk out of here, I go straight to the stock room."
"You're gonna go straight to a home for delinquent girls if you keep up the kind of behavior I caught you in last night."
"For shit's sake, Vivian, it takes two to tango."
"Who was doing the tango?"
"I know how it looked, Vivian. But please don't forget your precious Advanced Trigonometry professor had agreed to every moment of it."
"Ex-Advanced Trigonometry professor. I'm dropping the course."
"That's real nice of you."
"Somebody has to do something around here. Christ, Annie, did you leave your brains in a train station locker somewhere?"
"Easy for you to talk; you're facing a straight four point grade average. I'm facing early retirement in a home for delinquent girls."
For some reason, Annie began to cry. Just softly at first, but the tears got bigger and the sobs grew louder. And everything suddenly took on a liquid appearance.
It pissed her off, really. Things had begun to look so rosy. The possibility of staying on at Bayes University, getting to know and blow Dr. Horton Granger: Dreamboat of All Time, and even sitting on Dr. Witherspoon's face had been fun enough. Why did it all have to come tumbling down so abruptly?
"I think you should take those pigtails out of your hair," Vivian said at last. "Why don't we go downstairs for some supper? It's country fried meat loaf."
"It's Swiss steak."
Vivian thought it over. "Why don't we go out somewhere and pick up a pizza?"
"You'd leave your studies for a night?" Annie said, wiping a tear away.
"Well, it's a whole lot easier now that I haven't got Advanced Trigonometry any longer."
"You sure you wanted to drop that course?"
"You bet. How could I go into that man's classroom one more day and even look him in the eye after he porked my best friend and roommate up the crap hole?"
"That's putting it mildly."
Vivian stood up and grabbed her trench coat. She threw Annie one and the girls headed outside. The night was cool and crisp.
Vivian sunk her hands in her pockets and stared at her roommate, who looked more like herself now with her naturally curly hair trailing down her back.
"You think they'll ever speak to you again?"
"Dr. Granger will. If he fails me, he has to hand me the flunk slip. I don't suppose Doreen will ever want to see me again. Old Witherspoon might, but I don't know. He was pretty sore when he found out I wasn't under-age.
"Thanks to my entrance."
"Don't sound too proud of yourself."
"I didn't mean to sound that way. But I got so worried when I didn't see you here after supper last night. Then, when I looked out the window and saw you heading toward town ... "
"You followed me."
"I was worried."
"I'm not sure, Vivian," Annie said, trying for that philosophical note, "but I think we blew it."
"Maybe not. Granger still-likes you. Hey, I like you."
Annie hooked her arms in her friends and turned into the Greaseless Spoon, a favorite hamburger hangout off campus. The place was jammed.
"I don't even think we can get a seat in here," Vivian said, scouting over the tops of crew cuts and beanies and pony tails.
"Why don't we sit up at the bar?"
Vivian shrugged her shoulders and the two stepped up to a long, curving mahogany runway. Several hard-bitten patrons of the place eyed them strangely.
"What'll it be?" the bartender said.
"Could we have two pizzaburgers with everything except anchovies?"
The bartender regarded them like aliens from the planet Glutonn.
Just when Vivian was beginning to think they might need a translator, a handsome intellectual type with a goatee and piercing brown eyes turned to the bartender.
"Just bring them their food, Jacko. They're my guests."
"Ah, right away, Dr. Pugh."
"Thanks," Vivian said and sat down on the nearest stool.
"You saved my stomach one hell of a hard night, Mr . ... uh ... Dr."
"Call me Brent."
The guy shook hands and both girls noted he had a grip like a Russian bear.
"You teach at the university?" Annie said, trying not to make it too obvious that she was staring at the guy's groin.
He had a most arresting bulge down there, and she had never been one to hide her admiration for such things, especially when they appeared on such handsome men as the guy sitting between them just now.
Dinner was served with style, and the girls ate and listened to the guy. He was an outdoorsy type, according to his conversation, but he was definitely a professor. The kind who really enjoyed his summers off.
"What do you teach here?" Vivian finally asked when she got up the nerve.
"Post-History Consciousness."
"Is that a required course?" Annie said and wiggled her hips against the flat leather of the bar stool. She did that when she was unsure of herself conversationally.
"Only if you think that studying about the future of the planet is important," the charming gentleman said and lit his pipe.
"We both think so," Annie assured him.
"I find that fascinating," Vivian said and looked the big guy up and down with growing admiration. Her eyes happened to land on his crotch, and her admiration swelled a bit more.
Hanging out with Annie was certainly causing her to change her value system. Maybe that was all to the good. Advanced Trig could be mundane. And the professor had turned out to be a real schmuck, come to think of it.
"Perhaps you two lovely young ladies would like to come up to my study and watch me do some experimentations some evening ... like tonight."
"Oh, I don't think we" Vivian started to say, but Annie cut her off. Then, Vivian realized that she felt glad her roommate had done that.
"Why the hell not?" Annie said and took a slug of Dr. Pugh's beer. She gagged and set it back down onto the counter. "Life's to experiment with."
"My sentiments exactly."
The ride over to Dr. Pugh's study was noteworthy for two reasons. First off, the man was exceptionally kind and friendly. Second and more importantly, he drove a rather small sports car. All three sat in front and the jostling around together proved a real ice breaker.
"Just reach around me if you want to shift or anything," Annie said as she scrunched up her face. She had to or there would have been no room. As it was there was no room to smile.
The professor seemed to find everything they did delightful or charming or funny or both. Vivian had all but forgotten why the guy even wanted them up there. They were too busy laughing and pointing out oddities along the way and having a wild guffaw over them.
But at last, the tobacco-colored car pulled up in back of a huge brick building and the guy out with them. He led them directly to the elevator and hit the button for the top floor.
"I didn't know this place even had a top floor," Annie said as they soared upwards. "I've never even had a class up here."
"It's only offices."
"Yours?" Vivian said, pointing to the suite with Dr. Pugh's name etched on the frosted glass door.
"Mine."
The girls followed the man down the quiet hall, and they waited patiently while he slipped a key into the door. Then, they strolled in.
Dr. Pugh turned on the light and opened another door. The girls walked into a bedroom, complete with taffeta comforter, nightlight, bedside stack of girlie magazines, and overhead mylar mural.
"Some set up!" Annie nodded as she looked the place over.
"What did you say you taught again?" Vivian asked, trying to fight the timbre of suspicion her voice had picked up suddenly.
"Post-History Consciousness, but I do research for Carmichael and Hughes on the side. They're sexual therapists, perhaps you've heard of them."
"The ones who wrote 'It's Your Body; Do It' about two years ago?"
"The same."
"Wow!" Annie sighed, "a real sexual therapist."
"Well, they've not done much in the last couple of years except appear on the Milo Douglas Show or lecture at colleges."
"What the hell are these?" Annie said, and she pointed to a batch of electrical cords sticking out of a machine on the opposite side of the bed.
"Ah, electrodes. They plug them into the brain and various sexual organs and measure human sexual responses."
"Far out!! ! ! "
"The subjects are asked to perform a series of sexual tasks on this bed with electrodes plugged into them. The research scientists, myself included, usually sit up there and watch, as well as read the subjects' responses as registered by this machine."
"Sit where?" Vivian said incredulously.
"There," Dr. Pugh said and pointed to the mylar ceiling cover.
"That's a strip of wallpaper," Annie said, not bothering to hide her confusion.
"That's a two way mirror," Dr. Pugh said, "there's a small amphitheater up top, looking straight down into this bed, of course."
"Of course," Vivian said, feeling a mite skittish all of a sudden.
"But we're on the top floor." Annie rolled her eyes and thought about that.
"That's what it says on the elevator," Dr. Pugh said slyly.
"Deception?" Vivian said aghast.
"Discovery," Dr. Pugh corrected her.
Annie flung herself down on the bed and stared up at the reflector ceiling. "I don't see anything."
"You won't. At least not up there. But our subjects were watched, believe me."
"You get off on it?"
Dr. Pugh puffed his pipe a moment and waxed philosophical. "No. I far prefer close encounters than distant scholarly studies of human sexual response."
"That why you brought us here?"
The handsome olive-skinned man set his pip down on the bedside stand. "You're bright girls, for freshmen," he said and set his hands flush against his manly, muscular hips.
* * * * *
The busty blonde woman grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured herself a tall, cool one ... about the tenth one of the night, too.
"Go easy on that stuff," Horton Granger said and gave her a disapproving frown.
"I need a drink," she said and bolted back the hootch.
"I need you sober."
The woman swallowed, waited a moment for the stuff to go to work on her motor reflex center and slurred a response, "What the hell have we done?"
"Now cut that shit out, Doreen," Horton said and managed to grab the bottle from her. He slammed it down on the mantelpiece. "That stays there, you hear me?"
"Witherspoon's gonna blow the whistle," the woman said with a pitying twinge to her voice. She cocked her head and sat with an expression on her face like that of a Kewpie doll. Her eyes looked like vacant windows. "He's gonna tell the other professors, of course. Smart-mouth college professors hate to be taken for a ride." She gulped down the rest of the glass.
Horton Granger reached out his whole hand and smacked her across the face one way, then the other. "Now listen to me, Doreen," he said, spitting his words into her ear. "Listen good and listen hard, you fucking bitch."
She glared at him, but as usual, she refused to acknowledge that she was in pain.
"You're always acting the tough broad, now you've got to prove it."
She set her chin defiantly.
"We've got to get those girls back here and get them back fast."
"I didn't kick them out!" she said haughtily, her blonde locks shaking.
"They ran out. We couldn't help that. But Witherspoon. We've got to get him back here, too. And we can, with the right bait."
"That fucking little cunt Annie you're so hot after?" Doreen realized that comment was good for another swat, but it was out before she could censor it.
True to form, Horton slugged her.
"Now button that shocking, pink bee-stung top hp of yours to the one under it and fucking listen to me."
Horton's voice was exploding into an angry harangue. He hated to yell at Doreen like this, but this was a desperate situation.
"Witherspoon will come back, if we explain to him that that little bitch Annie tricked us. We'll explain that, and we'll promise him a younger girl ... much younger. And she better be the real thing, or else."
Horton tightened his fist as if to make his point.
"Christ, Horton," Doreen said and sounded real edgy doing it, "it's hard enough to recruit young girls from your Drama History class, you want me to start recruiting off the playground?"
Horton briefly thought of smacking her again, but she would do him considerably little good with that gorgeous mug of hers all bruised up.
"We need pussy!" Horton shouted, "Young, hot, nubile pussy! The kind Kyle Witherspoon can dunk his stick into and not worry if she's old enough to vote."
Horton was hotter than a two-dollar pistol on Saturday night.
"Well YOU go out there and get that kind of pussy," Doreen said and pointed one wavering finger at the door, "I can't."
"Are you telling me to get lost?" Horton said under his breath.
Doreen turned to him and grinned slyly, "Why would I do a thing like that? You're one of my best clients, you know."
"And oldest," Horton said and sat down next to her.
Well, they really had been through a lot. Not much point in belaboring the fact that they needed younger girls. Problem really was how to get them. Hmmmmmmmm, Horton thought and closed his eyes a moment.
The gorgeous whore leaned over and massaged his shoulders. Then, she lowered her head and began massaging his cock. That always made him feel better.
And it helped him to think. And right now, Horton Granger had to think. He had to think and not act like the desperate man he was becoming.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You put one of those things there?? ? " Annie said incredulously.
Dr. Brent Pugh slapped a little more applicator cream on his balls and set the sensitive end of the electric wire onto it. He held his hand out for the soft medical adhesive, and Vivian handed it to him.
"It's difficult to do this if there is any pubic hair, but as you can see, my balls are blissfully free of it. Aren't they?"
He held his hard, heavy handful of balls up for the young girls' inspection. They nodded together and he let go of the fleshy hot bundle.
"Now, in Annie's case here," he said, "pubic hair on the mons veneris does not seem to be apparent yet."
"Not anymore it isn't," Annie said and smiled wanly. "And don't ask me how it got that way. I'm trying to forget about it."
"Well," Dr. Pugh said, "if you insist. But I find it altogether charming."
He reached his hand down and caressed her adorable bare pussy with his hand.
"I find it chilly," Annie said.
Vivian was about to say she could find it in the dark, but she kept her mouth shut on that one. No sense in showing her whole hand to Dr. Pugh right away. Sexual experimentations were waiting. And she'd never been allowed to discover even the rudimentary things about sex until she met Annie.
Now, here she was, about to take part in a genuine scientific sexual experiment. And with a noted therapist and published scholar in the field ... in his spare time, according to him, but what the hell difference did that make?
She was going to enjoy herself anyway.
"Now," the man said eyeing the two adorable naked coeds sitting on the bed and drinking in his every word. It would have been just like a lecture, only they were both flashing him their bare breasts and pussies.
And he loved the bare little pussy on the dark-haired girl. The girl with the glasses was nothing to sneeze at either.
"Yes?" Vivian said, trying to keep her focus on the professor's words, not on his rather thick, delicious-looking cock stick.
"I say we begin."
"I'll say," Annie gushed, not even bothering to keep her focus anywhere but on Dr. Pugh's handsome, full dick pole. What a handle that guy had on him, and it gave promise of leading to something really spectacular once it got a necessary assist.
"Please," Dr. Pugh continued with just the right balance of scholarship and horniness, "try not to let these electrodes impede your enjoyment of this experiment in any way. Just relax and let's try and enjoy ourselves. I plan to."
He smiled at the adorable girls, and felt his big dill pickle rise to the height of a moderately expensive kielbasa sausage.
"Wow!! ! ! ! ! " Annie gushed again, "you really want to do this with the two of us?"
"Let me just say my child, that if there were seven of you, I would be game. You're both ravishing. Can't you see how you're affecting me?"
He parted his legs slightly and both girls stared down at the huge, wide silo being erected between his legs. It had a few wires stuck to the balls under it, but that only managed to give him a kind of mad scientist allure ... a little like having sex with Dr. Frankenstein's monster.
Now, there's a thought, Annie said to herself. Frankenstein's monster!
Vivian stuck her pert tits out and smiled at the big, rugged hunk on the bed. She had several wires sticking in various places of her anatomy, but they made her feel kind of important. Maybe whatever happened there tonight would benefit all of mankind. Maybe.
Annie sat up and felt one of the wires taped and glued to her left nipple pull it out a bit. As if she needed any help making her enormous tits look larger.
"I'm past ready if anyone else is," she said boldly.
But it was true. Her pussy lips were clanking together. There was some metal in them that could have contributed to the feeling, but she was aroused enough for ten sex maniacs. She drooled a bit just thinking about where that enormous whang of Dr. Pugh's might first be fit into her schedule ...
"I'm experimenting with duo dynamics and its effect on sexual performance," the man said in a scholarly tone. "You two are going to help me."
"As much as I can," Annie giggled.
"Me, too," her roommate echoed.
"Then spread your legs as best you can and let me play with you," he said, "we'll work on foreplay ... though perhaps in this case, we should be calling it fiveplay."
Annie shot Vivian a leery glance.
But it was a little late for doubts now. The machines had already been turned on. The magnetized needle was swinging back and forth across the spectrum of registered responses. And of course. Dr. Pugh's fantastically huge Hoagie was hard as steel.
Dr. Pugh looked down at the twin delights that greeted his eyes. Both girls had exceptionally fine pussies. The auburn-haired girl's was tiny, demure, full of cunt lip and moist of flesh. Appetizing!
The raven-haired beauty was so absolutely captivating what with that bald pussy of hers. And her hole was incredibly large for one so young. Her clit threatened to poke through her cunt hood and bruise his cheek if he got close enough.
It was a quandary to decide who he would suck first.
He considered giving it a mental coin toss, but that would have been unfair. They were both waiting for it, and he had to do something bold to get them both off together, if that were possible.
He lay on his back and began puttering with the full wedges of Vivian's pouty pink cunt lips. He spread his knees out just a bit and adjusted the cord between them. Then, he stuck his head between luscious Annie's big, bald cunt lips.
He took her clit between his tongue and upper teeth, and slowly, agonizingly, pulled it out to full, engorged length and fullness.
The procedure took about five full minutes.
During that time, Annie and Vivian managed to find his rather long, stout member.
They both wrapped their freshmen hands around it and toyed with the thick, wrinkly balls. His cock was thick, long, heavy and dark ... and with a decided left hook along about the halfway mark. That made it a real oddity.
"I do hope you girls will do anything you like to that," he said, "just remember, don't let the wires and gadgets and tape and electrical noises affect your enjoyment. Promise."
It was hard to promise about that. The sounds and sights were so strange to both of them. Vivian had never really seen a cock before exactly.
Well, she'd seen Dr. Witherspoon's, but that all happened so fast.
Annie had seen a lot of pricks . ... most of hem in her home town and several since coming to college. This guy had a memorable me, too. She knew she was going to enjoy herself with it. No matter what he did.
"Don't stop," Vivian said as she felt the guy's tongue swirl around inside her gorgeous fleshpot of a cunt hole. "Keep it up."
Dr. Pugh seldom had any trouble keeping it up. "Very well," he said anyway, with just the right mixture of gallantry and horniness, "since it's for science."
He felt the eager grips of the two sweeties around his pulsating rod. It felt wild. His balls were going crazy under the strain ... just of having them wrap their adorable hands around his joint and diddle it up and down slowly.
"I don't think I'll ever allow only one set of hands on my cock again," he said, stretching for a humorous note. "I'm sticking to twosies from now on."
Annie wiggled her hips for him to gain better access into her pussy hole. "I love when somebody sticks two, maybe three, maybe four . ... oh what the hell, Dr., stick your fist up there. Please!" she urged suddenly.
Dr. Pugh smiled. He had supposed this one was a hot little nympho. He had spotted her in the bar, and he was usually quite good at telling those things about young girls. Thus far, she was not disappointing him a bit.
"Keep your hand locked around my joint, Annie," he said, "and I'll follow you anywhere."
Annie humped her hips up and felt the commanding swirl of the man's fingers prodding around the sweet, inner sanctum of her adorable bald cunt lips.
"Shiitttttttt!" she said and pumped her whole hot body up and down on them.
Dr. Pugh muff-dived back down on Vivian's luscious wispy-haired cunt slit. The juices pouring out of them were tasty, and her responses were fun to observe.
She seemed slightly reluctant, but she was going along anyway. He noticed that from time to time she would eye his massive cock rod in a longing and loving way.
Possibly, she had never experienced coitus with a man before.
This could be more interesting than even he had originally perceived it might be.
"I am getting sooooo fucking hot," Annie shouted and started to make a wild, erotic series of hot circles with her hips and ass.
"Men are okay, ya see?" Annie whispered to her friend. "This one is."
Annie let her head go slack a moment and she felt the lapping, sucking, slapping tongue pamper her cunt and clitoris all over ... in every possible place.
She turned to Vivian and felt her girlfriend rubbing her tits with her own nipples. Keeping their hands locked around Dr. Pugh's dick limited them somewhat, but that was fine, so long as the desire was there enough to try and get a good tit rub in.
The good Dr. Pugh seemed to be well aware that his two subjects knew and liked each others' bodies. He pulled his tongue off Vivian's clit long enough to ask them.
"Yes," Annie replied, a trifle over-eagerly, "we love getting off on each other. If you want to watch ... "
"Certainly," he said in a polite, scholarly way, "but before that, I would like to fuck both of you. Would that be entertaining or what?"
Annie eyed the man's big, swarthy rod. The thing was pulsating violently, but he himself gave no sign of losing control. She had to marvel at that.
The undervein of his prick was vibrating hard and fast against her hand. She traced the left hook of his dick deliriously over and over again with the hard surface of her palm. She tickled his glans.
She ringed his pecker and agitated the big thing back and forth.
She showed Vivian how to do it.
Vivian agitated his pecker one direction, then Annie took over.
Annie wrapped her hand around his slightly tapering hard cock head and brushed it tantalizingly while Vivian ringed his rim hard and worked it back and forth.
Annie rolled his shaft between her fingers like a giant patty cake while Vivian took her turn rimming the guy's prick head and diddling it up and down hard.
Up and down she jiggled his head.
Back and forth Annie rolled his massive man log.
Up and down. Back and forth.
The man was beginning to moan ... low in the back of his throat. But he was moaning.
He was also moving his ass around slowly, in wide circles.
"I think he's hot," Vivian pronounced, "don't you?"
"I think he's gorgeous, too," Annie said. "Could you lie down a bit, Annie?" Dr. Pugh said, regaining his composure that he had nearly dropped only a few moments ago.
He had no idea these girls would be so good to his dick.
Annie nodded and lay back. She watched the high, wide peaks of her tits aim at the mylar ceiling over her raven-haired head.
"Could you lie on top of her, Vivian?"
Vivian nodded and scrambled on top of the body of her girlfriend.
"I hope the two of you know what to do in that position," Dr. Pugh smiled as he sat up and tried to get a grip on the situation.
His head was swimming with delight.
Vivian pressed her full body weight down onto Annie's gorgeous curvy figure. She bobbed up and down on her tits. She pressed her clit against Annie's clit.
She jiggled her tit tips against Annie's huge rubbery nipples.
Both girls giggled and bounced with hot, youthful passion.
"Could you keep those legs of yours spread ' wide?" Professor Pugh said to the eager beaver girls happily humping up and down on the big bed.
Both girls scissored out their legs to as far as they could stretch them. The effect was hot and crazed since having their legs stretched out that wide made their clits pop out even more. They rubbed them furiously together.
Annie grabbed Vivian's pointed tit tips and pinched them like a horny lobster.
Vivian bent her head down and sucked Annie's enormous knobs with her mouth and tongue.
She sucked them far into her throat and felt them grow hot and big as live lumps of coal."Wow!! ! ! " Annie screamed with her usual enthusiasm.
"Oooooh, rub my clit," she cried softly.
Vivian did that. And she did it with skill and intensity. She loved bouncing up and down on this girl's clit. It was a pure joyride.
Dr. Brent Pugh stared down at the girl's wide, pink apertures.
He reached one long, practiced finger out and stuck it up Vivian's hole ... the one on the top.
He reached out another finger and popped it in Annie's hole and felt her writhe up and down on it. One sensitive, fucking cunt she had.
He positioned himself at the girls' asses and got up on his knees.
He gripped his huge cock rod in between his hands and stuffed the nose of it up into Vivian's cunt.
"Owwwwwwww!! ! ! ! ! " she screamed.
"Ah," he said softly, "a virgin. How sweet."
"Not for long, I bet," Annie giggled.
"Right," the professor said and began stroking Annie's cunt with his free hand.
"God that thing is killing me," Vivian cried as the professor sunk his mammoth cock head up into her incredibly tight virginal slit.
"Just relax," her roommate suggested.
"I'll try," she said and felt a tear slip out of her eye. "Shiiitttttt!! ! ! " she said and went rigid again. This guy wasn't fucking her with his prick, she thought. He must be using a skyscraper ... with a pointed spire.
But Vivian was indeed feeling the hard, smooth end of Professor Pugh's fully erect prick stick. He nudged it up a bit further and began a series of hot, hard jerks, calculated to penetrate her impossibly tight cunt slit.
"Oooowwwwwwwwww!! ! " she cried again.
The fucking cock was agony down there!
"Hold onto me," Annie said and gripped her friend's tits tighter. "It only hurts the first few minutes. But think what a jolt you're going to make on the Professor's machinery."
She pointed to the machine next to the bed and smiled thoughtfully. She might even get written up in a best seller.
Annie closed her eyes and gripped her hips hard against the professor's expert fingers. They slithered into her cunt, making her air tight in a matter of seconds.
"More, more," she cried gleefully.
She rubbed her clit hard against Vivian's growing, hot love button. She humped her pussy furiously into Professor Pugh's fingers, which were fast becoming knuckles.
And she felt the erotic thud of his balls against the upper reaches of her own sensitive girlish pussy. The baldness down there had not diminished her sensitivity.
For that, she was extremely thankful.
Professor Brent Pugh worked his cock hard and persistently in and out of Vivian's virgin pussy slit. The thing felt like a tiny worm hole and he felt like he was on the opposite end of a fence post.
But plug he did, and after a few moments, the girl's cunt seemed to be more receptive. It had started juicing up more freely and that gave him leeway to work his hard, smooth stick in and out with more friction ... not to mention lust.
"Oooooh, dig me," Annie wailed as the guy's knuckles rose up into her cunt. "I can't get enough of that, you know."
He was beginning to believe her.
He simply couldn't believe his incredible luck. A nympho and a hot virgin ... humping each other and him at the same time.
How had he gotten so fortunate?
He thrust his hips forward as hard as he could.
"Yiiiiikkkkkeeeessssss!! " Vivian said.
She clenched her fists around Annie's tits from the pain that was slicing up into her sweet, virginal cunt right now.
The guy was hammering his cock into her, mounting the tension and speed and she knew she had better hump along with him, or be sorry.
She felt the gargantuan throb of his dick as he sunk it all the way up to the tormenting left hook of the wide, hard smooth shaft.
She thought the thing actually turned a corner inside her.
"Oooooooooh," Annie said and came for about the fortieth time that night. In fact, she couldn't stop coming. And she had no desire to.
Her hair was wringing wet. Her bald pussy was oozing cunt honey and her thighs were sweating from the wild orgy her body was throwing for everybody and they were throwing right back at her.
She slammed her hips hard onto the bed and brought herself to still another climax as Professor Pugh's huge, hard hand twisted around one full, evil revolution inside her core.
"Ooooooooh," she heard her roommate say as the girl tossed and pitched on top of her. Their clits were locked in mortal combat.
Vivian felt a long, slow moan rise up from her toes and come careening out of her open mouth. She hopped on a hump back whale and rode him down the gulf stream to paradise.
"Shiiitttttttt!! ! ! " she cried and tossed her head back in wild abandon.
Professor Pugh pumped his hard crooked prick in and out of the girl's elastic pussy. He rammed his hand in up to the wrist of Annie's gloriously accommodating cunt hole. And he felt his pecker stand back in frozen response as the floodgates of his balls opened up and cast his jism forward.
Out of the dam and into the valley below.
A floodtide.
"Gawwwwdddd!! ! ! ! ! " he roared and humped both girls as furiously as he dared without breaking his cock off at the crook and losing an entire fist to the wild little nympho hooked onto it.
His prick shuddered, sputtered and stayed hard.
Slowly, cautiously, he wound it out and observed a single trickle of light red blood flow out from between the girl's puffed up pink cunt lips.
"Now that's what I call an experiment!! ! ! " Annie said.
She sat up and mopped her brow. Her nipples had turned maroon.
"I wonder if we broke the machinery," Vivian said, hoping that it might be one of those record-breaking climaxes the way it felt like it was.
"I wouldn't worry, my dears," the professor said and sat up to inspect the end of his rather hard, rather full and contented brown cock.
"Well, if you say so," Vivian said. She was totally in awe of this guy. She had never even imagined a fuck could be so overwhelming. Professor Pugh held up the electrical cord and waved the plug around. He looked a little sheepish. "Seems I forgot to plug the damned thing in."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Harder, harder," Doreen said as she felt the man beneath her grip her nipples furiously and wind them around like two mainsprings.
She fixed her eyes on the thick, pulsating prick pole diving in and out of her gyrating pussy hole. The thing was so wet it glistened in the dim light from the fireplace.
"Oh, oh, oh," she cried and pumped her pussy as hard as she could up and down on the man's hard, punishing prick pole.
She threw her weight to her knees and raised and lowered her body up and down as fast as she could go, pumping the guys's cock all the way up and all the down the hard, thick base.
Horton Granger spat on his two fingers and brought them around to her ass hole. He separated the delicious globes of her butt with one hand and wiggled the fingers into her bung.
"Oh, God," she said and rode his cock pole harder.
Horton Granger looked down to see the spectacular show of Doreen's muscular, gripping cunt massage his dick furiously as she fucked him. He sat up a bit and got a better view.
His huge cock was dripping wet and riding in and out of the woman's fabulously tight slit as fast as she could fuck him.
"Go to it," he said and wound his fingers further up her sweet, moist poop chute.
Doreen played with her nipples like dice and rocked back and forth on the big, vibrating schlong. It rammed in and out of her pussy like a giant pison gone out of control.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Horton said, feeling his temperature rise a bit.
This was maybe the only woman who had made him feel this way over the twenty years they had been together. She could throw one mighty fuck, no doubt about it.
Doreen tossed her blonde head back and wound her hips around in hot, erotic circles. Then, she pumped his prick handle as fast as she could.
All the way up and all the way down.
Up and down.
In and out. Harder and faster.
Sliding up and sliding down.
The hot, smacking noises grew louder. They grew faster.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Doreen cried and gripped her pussy muscles tightly around the big, thick dick pole. She rode it further up and down.
Horton Granger felt his balls sear the base of his prick with their heat and furious rhythms. He pumped his hips up and down in an attempt to dive deeper into the woman's undulating snatch.
He let out a low string of moans.
His balls thudded against his oiled up prick base and exploded into his pecker. His pecker shot out its load of white, creamy juice.
Doreen wiggled her hips furiously up and down on the shooting dick.
She humped his cock like greased lightning.
"Oh, shit!! ! ! " she cried suddenly and tossed her load with a wild, rollicking series of hip thrusts and shouts and screams of passion.
"Fuck me."
"Oh, shit, oh shit."
"Fuck my cunt."
"Fuck me. Again. More."
Horton Granger pulled his fingers out of the girl's cunt and slipped them under her arm pits. He lifted her up off his still rock hard cock and threw her down on the bed. He squeezed her huge tit melons so hard she screamed.
And when she opened her mouth, he stuck his rock hard pecker inside it. "Suck it," he ordered.
Doreen wound her eager mouth around the full length of the man's enormous shaft. She sucked it so hard her cheeks bellowed in.
She lapped furiously at the head, devouring the man's creamy jism as she smacked her lips together around his hard, wet base.
"Suck it, suck it," Horton cried.
Doreen propped herself up on her elbows and took the whole thing down so deep into her throat, Horton could see the bulge in her neck.
Then, she stroked her neck with one hand where the bulge was, and Horton felt it.
"Get it hard again," Horton commanded. "Suck it hard, you fucking bitch."
Doreen obliged.
She pulled the thickening shaft into her mouth still further and began to take the man's balls in after it. She sucked the wrinkly spongy flesh of the man's scrotum and then sucked in the elliptical balls inside.
The whole time, she kept making those crazed sucking and licking sounds that always drove Horton's cock on to new heights and greater awareness.
"Fuck my dick with your mouth, you little vixen."
Doreen blew the man's cock till her face turned blue.
She slithered the thing slowly, agonizingly out of her mouth and then took it back again, a little at a time. She felt Horton's dick stiffen under the guidance of her thick, hard tongue and its lapping vibrations.
Finally, Horton felt his cock rise again. It was something few women had the stamina for, but this one did. He felt his cock thicken at the base, then rise up all along the shaft until the head became round, smooth and full again.
He laughed.
He laughed and yanked his rock hard rod out of the girl's sucking, fucking mouth.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her onto the bed. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto her two knees.
He looked at the sweet, hot pink eye of her perfectly oval juiced up cunt. He lusted for that cunt. He longed for it in every waking moment.
He drew his dick back hard and thrust it forward.
He landed a bull's eye square into the runny wet pink hole of her luscious cunt slit.
He aimed at her pussy, and he stuck his dick knob right up it.
"Oooooh," she said, feeling the renewed excitement of having Horton Granger's thirsty big prick stuck up her pussy all over again.
"Fuck it," Horton said in a gravelly voice.
Doreen wiggled her hips up on the thing and gripped it with the whole force of her undulating wall of pussy muscles. She gripped his rod.
She gave it a furious cunt massage with her talented squeezing muscles.
She choked his cock off at the base with her muscular cunt.
And Horton's cock loved every biting pressure point.
He loved the way that thing gripped him in waves of delirious lust. In a storm of hot, passionate squeeze after squeeze.
"Oh, God," he said when he felt her muscles begin to do their thing.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Doreen whispered to him and to herself.
She loved nothing more than the feel of this man's dick up her cunt. The thing she loved almost as much was having it choke her down her sucking throat. But this was even better.
She rocked back and forth on her knees and felt the guy brutalize her cunt slit. He was brutalizing her cunt slit with his hammering hard dick rod.
Doreen took the thing up so high inside her, she felt it ram into her core. It tore into the core of her being and made her come all over again.
She came in a screeching, gasping whirlwind of crazed orgasm.
"Oh, wow!! ! ! ! ! " she said and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming so loud she woke the neighbors. "Oh, no, no, no . ... oh, yes, yes, yes."
All the way forward and all the way back, Doreen rocked on her knees.
She rocked forward and fell on the pillow.
She rocked forward and skewered her tight pussy off of Horton's huge dick.
She rocked back and plugged herself into it again.
She rocked backward and sunk to the base, gripping and seizing it hard all the way.
She rocked backward and Horton caught her on the hook of his hard, mean cock pole.
He caught her like a fish on the end of his dick hook.
She sat back on the man's huge, throbbing dick and felt him inside her.
She wiggled her pussy around and around.
She bit into his prick with the tight, expert muscles of her cunt slit.
She drove his dick hard and furiously to another gut-wrenching climax.
"Shiitttttt!! ! ! " Horton said over and over again.
He wrapped his arms, around her chest in a wrestling hold.
He pulled her up off his dick and slammed her down onto it again.
"Fuck it, fuck it."
"Fuck my cock, you fucking cunt."
"Ohhhhhh, fuck that cock, you little savage."
"Fuck my hard dick."
"Fuck my cock."
"Oooooh, shitttttttt!! ! ! ! "
Horton felt the front of his head burst open. He screamed deliriously as he opened fire into Doreen's tight, gripping pussy slit.
He pounded the woman's insides. He battered her cunt with his hammer dick.
Doreen held her legs together as tight as she could. She took every inch of the guy's cock and all of his delicious slick milky white come up inside her.
She swallowed his spunk with her greedy pussy mouth.
She sucked him dry.
She sucked his cock dry of all its man load.
She bled Horton's cock of its load of cream.
When she finally slid off his prick, the thing was pink and clean again.
She tried to get her breath.
She lay on the round bed and mopped the hair out of her eyes.
She heaved her huge tits and let out a weary sigh.
It had been a long fuck. It had been a punishing one. And she was tired. She was exhausted.
Horton sat up and ran his hands up and down the full, hardish length of his big man cock. He smiled and then smiled at her.
She rolled over and grabbed for a cigarette. She lit it and sat up in the darkness. She pulled a persistent lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I think fights should always end like that," she said in her honey-throated voice.
Horton tilted his face up to the ceiling and let out a deep raunchy laugh.
"I think you're a nymphomaniac," he said.
"Look at my inspiration," she said and put her hand on his knee.
"Yeah," Horton said, eyeing the cock which was finally showing signs of a recession, "just look at it now. I think you finished it."
"Yeah," Doreen sighed, "for at least ten minutes."
"Oh, you know what happens when you get me on a roll."
Doreen smiled. She knew very well.
"So what do we do about this Witherspoon thing?" Horton asked after another moment in which everything was quiet for a change.
"I don't know," Doreen said and wished to hell she did have an idea in mind.
"If he rats on me, I'm finished," Horton said. "You're finished!"
He stared at Doreen long and hard.
"It doesn't have to be like that," she said in a mellow tone of voice. "You could still come here. I make enough off the regulars to support the place."
Horton smiled a wry smile. "It's not like the old days, is it?"
"You mean when this place survived on the custom of four old millionaires alone? No, it isn't," Doreen said. "Mamie was a good madam, but she was no businesswoman. Christ, when we took this place over, it was nearly managed into the ground."
"Times change," Horton said and tried not to think about it.
"So do people," Doreen whispered.
"That's why I'm glad you haven't," Horton said softly. Doreen stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Witherspoon," she muttered under her breath, "who needs him?"
"I'm afraid I do," Horton sighed.
"What the hell for? You've got money, position, power ... you've even got a girl who's goofy enough to be crazy about you ... even if she is a hooker. What do you need with that old fart?"
Horton stared up at the ceiling, then took in a deep breath. "Diversion, my dear," he said in his most professorial tones, "Put simply, the man amuses me."
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, fuck a duck!! ! ! ! ! " Annie Dugan whined.
She took one look at the little girl standing in her dorm room doorway and slammed the thing shut right in her face.
"Fucking little twerp!! ! " she called to the girl in the hall, the one on the other side of the closed door.
"What is going on?" Vivian said and looked up from her studies.
"My shit-eating little sister," Annie said and sat down at her desk. She threw her head onto the desk top and clutched her arm around it. "She'll spoil everything."
"You have to take me," the little girl shouted from the hall. "You promised, remember?"
"Go back home, you lousy little fourth wheel," Annie shouted in agony.
The thought that her sister had even dared to show her face around here made her want to vomit. The curse of having younger kids in the family was a vile one indeed.
"You promised!! ! ! " the girl screamed and banged her fists against the door. "You promised Mom and Dad if they let you go to college you would babysit me for a weekend. You fucking lying cunt head!! ! ! ! ! "
"Such language!" Vivian said and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Are you serious? That's nothing. The little bitch taught me everything I know."
"Well, you can't just leave her out there," Vivian said above the din.
"I'd like to tie her in a burlap bag and drown in the river."
"She's gonna wake up the whole dorm."
"Let her. I don't want her in here spoiling our plans for the weekend."
Vivian knew exactly what her roommate meant. They had a date to go out with Dr. Pugh. He assured them that this time he would have the machine fully operative, meaning that he would see to it it was plugged into the wall outlet.
"Maybe we can go out and leave her here. She can read or something."
"She doesn't like to read. Besides, once our back is turned, she'll call boys on the phone and talk dirty to them. She's like that."
Vivian shook her head. She wondered if everybody in the Dugan family was a sex maniac.
"I'll call Mom and Dad if you don't let me in," the insistent little voice rang out. More pounding on the door followed. "Oh, turn pink."
"I'll set your bedroom on fire!! ! ! "
"Oh, Annie," Vivian said, turning on her roommate in a huff, "why don't you just let the little twerp in here? Anything's better than this."
"I'm warning you," Annie said in a low voice, "she bites."
"Does she fuck?" Vivian said, a little surprised at herself.
"Does a parrot swear?"
Vivian thought a moment. Her roommate was hot, but she was definitely a lightweight in the brains department. Maybe she always would be "Oh, let her in," Vivian said, throwing up her hands.
"You heard her!! ! " came the voice from out in the hall, "Now let me in!"
Annie walked reluctantly to the door. She turned the knob and stood back out of the way. What whirled in reminded Vivian of a small tornado.
A short dimpled one.
A tornado carrying a vanity case and a very large brown bag.
"Hi!" Vivian said, trying to be friendly.
"Who's she?" the little girl said. She gave Vivian a quick once over and a look that told her she was not at all sure she approved.
"My roommate."
"Hi!" the girl said, "I'm Winnie."
"Winnifred Augusta Dugan," Annie pronounced with artificial aloofness.
"And that's my older sister," Winnie said, "she's hot to trot, in case you hadn't noticed."
"I noticed."
Vivian tried to turn back to the books, but these girls were far more entertaining, as luck would have it. Maybe she'd drop the whole idea of going into computer programming and take up Home Ec. She'd heard that was the easiest course in the school.
"You ever fuck her?" Winnie said, slamming her suitcase down on the lower bunk bed.
"What kind of talk is that?" Vivian blinked in shocked surprise.
"Tough talk," Winnie said, "I learned it from my sister."
"And I learned how to fuck from my sister," Annie shot back.
"Now I am confused."
Vivian gripped the sides of her chair. Now there wasn't just one dipstick nymphomaniac to contend with ... now there were two.
And they did look a lot alike.
Annie was taller, more statuesque. But Winnie was like a miniature version of the girl. And her tits showed great promise already.
"How old are you?" Vivian said cautiously.
"You don't think they're real, do you?" Winnie asked and stuck her tits square into Vivian's upturned, inquisitive freshman face.
Annie grabbed the girl by the hand and pulled her away.
"Okay, Winnie, you've been here two minutes and already you're making a scene. Cut it out or I'll call Mom and Dad."
"See if I care," the girl said in a sing-song voice. "You know perfectly well who put you where you are today. Now let's see a little gratitude."
"My sister, the loan shark," Annie said, pointing to the sweet looking little girl on the bed. She was so short, her feet didn't quite touch the floor. "Wait a minute," Vivian said, "Let me get this straight. Your sister lent you money to go to college?? ? ? "
"She's got a couple of paper routes," Annie said grudgingly.
"And a couple of very high tippers along the way," Winnie said and reached over to straighten her flesh-colored tights. "Of course, they want a couple of sexual favors now and then . ... but heck, money doesn't grow on trees, dig?"
Vivian nodded mutely.
She had never met a hooker this young before. The whole thing was a bit unsettling.
"You two seen any action around here yet?" the girl said looking idly out the window. "Panty raids, orgies, that sort of thing "As a matter-of-fact, we hardly go out of our room," Annie said firmly.
"Oh, kiss my ballet shoes."
"It's true," Annie tried again, "we study constantly, don't we Vivian?"
"Well, we study a lot," Vivian nodded amicably.
"Sex ed?" Winnie said and wiggled her hot little hips further up onto the bed. "Maybe I could give you a couple of pointers if you'd like."
"We'd like you to shut up and behave like any normal twelve year old!"
Vivian felt her mouth fly open. She could hardly believe the girl was that young. Not from her smarty mouth so much as from her body.
She was built like a much older girl ... a much older, well-stacked girl.
"If I do that you two would hate me. Don't normal twelve year old girls play with dolls and listen to Barry Manilow records?"
RING!! ! ! !
RING!! ! ! !
RING!! ! ! !
The wall phone broke into the silence and Annie stumbled up to answer it. Too many things were coming down on her head just now.
The prospect of flunking Drama History and flunking out of school, being not the least of her immediate worries. Fuck a duck. It was a rough life.
"Hello?" she said a little weakly.
"Yeah? Oh, hi! Hi, Doreen. Huh?"
There were several awkward minutes in which Vivian held her breath. It was understood, though it had been unspoken, that no one but no one was to find out about their little escapade at Doreen's house of ill repute earlier in the week.
Vivian froze to her seat. What the hell was going on?
"That's great. No, I'm not. But look, I'm afraid I can't come over. You see, I've got my kid sister here ... "
"Would you please not call me by that demeaning title?"
Annie put her hand over the receiver. "Shut up, Winnie."
"Yes, yes. No. She's twelve."
A very long pause from Annie's end.
Vivian strained to hear what the woman on the other end was saying.
She could hear nothing.
"Hmmmmmm, Yeah. No. Yeah. Would I!! ! ! ! ! ! "
That last remark sounded very encouraging.
Then, to her surprise, Annie hung up the phone and grinned broadly at her roommate. She walked over to where she sat and nudged her in the ribs from a position that Winnie couldn't make out.
"Uhhhhhh, remember that dinner party we're going to tonight?"
"What dinner ... " Vivian looked up and saw Annie's eyes darting madly back and forth. "Oh . ... THAT dinner party. The one ...
"The one Doreen and Dr. Granger have invited us to?"
Vivian cast a her an incredulous look.
"Oh, yes," she nodded like a crazed marionette, "I forgot when it was."
"TONIGHT!! ! ! " Annie said with pronounced articulation.
"At Doreen's?"
"And that was her on the phone. And guess what? She invited little Winnie to come along ... "
"Wow!! ! ! " the little girl said, jumped up and grabbed her vanity case. She rushed past the girls and headed down the hall.
"Where's she going?"
"Probably to the girls' room. She-likes to look her best on these occasions."
"Now what is this all about?" Vivian said, her eyes fixed on her gorgeous tall, statuesque roommate.
"Doreen has volunteered to babysit with Winnie."
"Hooray!! ! ! "
"Looks like we'll be foot loose and imagine free all night!"
"Looks like we'll be seeing Dr. Pugh again!"
The girls danced in a circle. They screamed delighted whoops of joy till Winnie came back into the room and accused them of acting like a couple of kids.
Just a couple of silly kids without a care.
Well, they felt like it.
"Look at the two of you," Winnie said, and shook her head, "Christ, if Mother could only see how you're acting!"
"If mother only knew half the things you did when you were young," her older, wiser sister threw in. "Like banging Jimmy Fuchs in the tree house ... "
"I wasn't banging him. Sis. We were playing OPEC."
"How does that one go?" Vivian asked.
"In and out, if you're an Arab," Winnie giggled. "Up the ass, if you're an American car owner."
Both girls giggled and Vivian found herself joining in. She had a very staid upbringing. How in the world had these two gotten away with so much anyway?
By the time they opened the door, Annie could hardly wait to dump the little shit head, but she knew she would have to wait until the opportune moment.
like as soon as Winnie's back was turned.
"Ah, Annie, darling," Doreen said, "I see you've brought your roommate."
The last few words sounded a little sour as they poured from Doreen's luscious bee stung lips. But then Annie realized that it had been Vivian who blew the whistle when she came running in there just as Professor Witherspoon was coming his last few drops.
Maybe she a right to be a little ticked off. "I also brought my sister," she said, trying for a lighter tone. She never thought she would bring up her wretched little brat of a sister to lighten anybody's spirits.
But there she was, doing it in grand style.
"She's gorgeous," Doreen said, examining he little girl carefully. She had a pretty good idea that this one was the genuine article.
She nodded her approval.
No chance she would have to shave this girl's cunt hair off. She really was twelve years old. She wouldn't have any to start with.
Dr. Granger nodded and checked the little girl out scrupulously. He saw the round, emerging fullness of her pert, hot little tits.
He saw the jiggling of her ass as she walked into the foyer.
And he got a big hard on just thinking about fucking the spunk out of her.
No doubt Dr. Witherspoon would approve as well. He may have been an old goat, but he was no fool.
Now how to persuade this twelve year old darling that what she was really missing in her life was sex with an old geezer like Witherspoon ...
"Come into the kitchen, won't you?" Doreen said and took the little girl's hand.
"I'm not a great cook," she said to Winnie with a teasing smile, "but I've ordered something from the local delicatessen."
"Smart of you," Winnie said and helped herself to a seat at the table. "If I were working in a whore house, I wouldn't bother to cook either."
Silence.
"Winnie!" her sister said after a long, uncomfortable pause in the proceedings, "what makes you think that this is a whore house?"
"Red velvet drapes?" Winnie said with a dubious look, "who are you kidding? And look at the way she's dressed. You think I was born yesterday or something?"
Annie eyed Doreen.
She was dressed a tad revealing. Maybe if she'd been wearing a housecoat like her own mother wore and took down those curtains ...
"Well," Doreen managed graciously, "I suppose it doesn't matter. Friends are friends. It doesn't so much matter what they do, does it?"
"You're not friends," the girl said and crossed her arm under her pert little knockers. "You've got nothing in common as far as I can see ... except sex. You taking in a little work on the side Sis?"
"Fucking shit head twerp!! ! ! " Annie railed and slammed her fist down on the kitchen table, "I knew I never should have let you in that door." '
Doreen moved easily in between the two girls and held up her hands like a traffic cop. "I'll take of this, Annie," she said graciously.
"You'll be sorry you ever tried to do anything with her," Annie said and pointed at the adorable moppet. "Come on, Vivian," she said and hooked her hand around her roommate's arm. "We've got some experimenting to catch up on."
The two headed out the door and the rest of the assembled folk watched them leave.
"Well!" Doreen said brightly, "I see you're a spirited girl. That's all to the good."
"You like it?" Winnie said and leaned her elbow on the window sill.
"Well, let's just say you remind me of someone."
"Who?"
"Oh, me when I was your age."
"You're blonde. I'm a crow top."
"You should be proud of that gorgeous thicket of yours. It look like a plate of blackberries. You're a nice looking besides."
"You wanna see more?" Winnie said, eyeing the woman curiously.
She'd never met an honest-to-goodness hooker close up ... besides herself ... and she didn't really count yet. Six horny old men along two paper routes was not exactly the big time ... not yet it wasn't. "Nooooo," the woman lied, but believably.
"You know anybody who does?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. A college professor."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?"
"Dr. Witherspoon is an eminent scholar and tenured professor of Advanced Trigonometry at Bayes University ... a very cultured gentleman."
"Does he fuck good?"
"I wouldn't have the vaguest idea. He-likes young girls."
"Then call him up."
"You're sure?" Doreen said. She winked heartily at the young girl. Perhaps she wouldn't have to go to the playground to recruit after all.
Perhaps she had hew new recruit right in front of her.
Stranger things had happened.
"Why don't we go upstairs." Doreen offered.
"Best offer I've had all day."
"You coming, Horton?" Doreen said over her shoulder.
"Wouldn't miss it," the man said back and stepped lively to the winding staircase where the two girls were already ascending toward the second floor.
Once inside the little bedroom, Doreen backed into the wall and watched the twelve year old vixen take her clothes off.
She really was a twelve year old, despite her adult mouth.
The body was soft, pinkish, adorable and still had that slightly pampered look about it. As though everyone in the world were still being nice to this little girl because she was so young and innocent ... as if the world wanted to keep her that way.
Winnie seemed to have other ideas.
"You like my tits?" the girl said and began rubbing her palms across the pert, upturned little pancakes. "Do you?"
"Admirable for one so young," Horton Granger said.
"I don't have much pussy hair, do I?"
"Let's just say we won't have to shave you."
"Perish the thought!! ! ! " Winnie winced.
"Horton, dear." Doreen cooed, "would you like to give this girl a few instructions on giving head? Or anything else that comes into your mind."
"Certainly."
The gallant professor doffed his hat and whipped his vest off. He removed all of his clothes and Winnie watched with mounting interest.
"You've got one hell of a big dong on you," she said. She meant that, too. "Thank you, I'm sure."
"Mind if I suck it?"
"Now first lesson, Winnie," Horton said, "don't be tooooooo anxious to wrap those plump pink little baby lips of yours around my stem. Take your time. Relax the guy a bit."
"Right," she said slowly, "You know, I think that's one thing about my technique I've needed to change for a long time."
"What's that?"
"Well, I'm just such an eager little sucking beaver. You see, along my paper route, there's never enough time to relax about sex. Sure I'd love to unwind with some of these guys ... have a few drinks ... talk over old times, but I'm always in such a damned hurry!"
"Other clients?" Doreen said, arching one fine eyebrow.
"Too many to count. A lot of people in Knoll Valley Township take the morning paper. I used to have to start at four in the morning if I wanted to deliver early editions to all subscribers AND get in a few blow jobs."
Doreen shook her head. Few girls had ever quite surprised her like this one. If she didn't watch herself, Winnie might try and take over the establishment.
A twelve year old Madam!! ! !
A stranger situation, she could not imagine.
"Could we get on with this?" Horton said, and he pointed to his free swinging prick. The thing was beginning to itch a bit.
"Anything you say," Winnie agreed.
Horton lay down on the bed and felt the small girl scramble up on it. It was odd to see something so small fondling his huge member.
The girl scarcely accounted for any weight whatsoever and she was practically sitting square onto his stomach. It was like having an elf for a bed partner.
Winnie had a vague idea how to handle the thing. She'd seen plenty of them, but this guy was so worldly. He'd been around a lot and he was very educated. Perhaps her handling of his dick would be a little sophomoric for his tastes.
She used both her hands and gripped his base.
They wouldn't quite squeeze around it, and he still had a ways to go before his cock was fully erect.
She seemed to sense this, however, and made squeezing and patting motions with her soft little hands all over his prick.
She did have a lot of muscle power, though, Horton thought, for one so young. Indeed, if given the right kind of training, she might prove to be the perfect little hooker.
She had a lot of the right stuff to start with.
The girl patted Horton's thick prick stalk.
She rolled her hands all over his shaft, lengthening it as though she were rolling a wad of dough out to make braided bread.
Horton lay back, took in a deep breath, and felt his log expand. He felt it lengthen and expand in the care of the expert loving hands of the little girl.
It was odd.
A strange, light sensation overtook his head.
This girl was soooo little. He could hear her breath coming out in light, fine gasps. And yet, there was this strange gentle touch she had. The gentleness combined with the wild streak was a winning combination.
His prick responded by shuddering and stiffening up hard.
He felt his vein pulsate whenever she ringed his dick.
She used the palms of her hands flat against his shaft and rolled his dick back and forth gently, then picking up speed and pressure.
"Ooooooh," someone said.
Winnie realized it was her. Having the biggest dick she could possibly imagine in her wildest dreams growing and thudding in her hand was making her pussy wet and horny.
"Does anybody here give head while I'm doing this?" she said and winked at Doreen as obviously as she possibly could. Not subtle, but she wanted it to work.
"Spread your chops, Little Lamb," Doreen said and moved onto the bed.
She spread the child-like lips apart with her practiced fingers and swirled them around inside the precious pink pussy hole.
Winnie's pussy was a little downy on the lips. It had that slight layer of fuzz ... like a peach.
like two peach halves parted slightly with the pit jutting through and straining toward the sunlight.
like a ripe, bursting little peach.
"Ohhhhhh," Winnie cried, "eat it. Please! Eat my sweet, sweet pussy. I'll suck anybody anytime and anywhere if you'll only do that."
CHAPTER TEN
"You taste like gingerbread," Doreen said as she lapped at the girl's adorable peach fruit pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Winnie said and leaned over so far she drooled on Dr. Granger's prick head. She gripped the glans with both her hands and spread her drool droplet out with her tongue.
She spread her droplet of saliva out over the wide rounded nose cone of Horton Granger's huge, hungry big cock head. She spread it out like butter over a bran muffin.
"Suck it," Horton said, feeling the first hot little dabbings of the girl's soft velvety wet tongue, "suck me."
Winnie stared down at the huge skyscraper of a cock between Horton's legs. She would have loved nothing more than to suck that thing, but she doubted that her mouth would be wide enough to make room for it.
She did a few preliminary mouth exercises.
"What are you doing?" Doreen said as she tweaked the girl's clit for about the fortieth time.
"Trying to work my jaw up. I figure if I can get it real loose, I might be able to actually take that whole log inside my mouth.
"You've got a couple of things to learn about cock sucking," Doreen said and moved over closer to Horton's cock.
It was a cock she knew well. She knew all the nuances and behavioral characteristics of Horton's huge hairy prick.
"Just start out by gripping it with your mouth from the side," Doreen suggested. "Imagine you are playing the mouth organ. You don't have to swallow the whole thing like a giant horse pill."
Horton was about to correct her.
He wouldn't have minded having the little girl take a go at it, but this might be just as good. He loved what she was doing so far.
Winnie eased her whole face down onto Horton's surging hard cock rod.
She opened her mouth and sucked the sides up and down.
She slid her mouth down one side of Horton's big, hard prick and up the rod. She left a glistening trail of juicy mouth slime after her, just like a horny little snail. She rode around the wide hard dome of Horton's cock.
She lapped at it.
She sped her tongue around and around in a sucking whirlpool over the guy's dork head.
She dabbed her tongue into his cock slit and spread his pre-cum fluid out with her tongue in wide, hot circles.
Circles that nearly made Horton die.
The child weighed no more than a large dog. Yet having her sitting up there on his stomach and dive bombing his monstrous big prick was unbearably exciting.
His dick shook and thudded.
His balls clapped against his dick base.
Doreen stuffed her fingers into the tight, tiny hole of Winnie's precious little pud. She used her free fingers to manipulate her clit.
She rolled her clit around between her thumb and forefinger like a pink, hot marble.
She stuck her fingers inside the girl's honey pot and stirred it up.
"Ooooh, wow!! " Winnie oozed as she felt her insides boil with the heat of high gear arousal. "That is really good."
She planted her mouth back down on the side of Horton Granger's severely hard prick shaft and slid her mouth down and up the entire length of his organ.
Up and down.
In surprise swoops, the little girl worked her mouth and hands.
She played her hands and mouth in opposition.
She worked them both the same way, like fitting a pipe into a pipe joint.
Not that he didn't compliment her a lot, but she was always jealous when a newer, younger girl caught Horton's attention. She just was.
And she couldn't help it.
She skewered her fingers a little harder in the tiny girl's minute pussy.
She felt the child squirm with delight.
She hadn't meant to hurt her, but she was just feeling so damned jealous.
"Do that some more, baby," Horton sighed.
That really made Doreen burn.
She added a second and third finger to the first and dug deeper and harder up the girl's tight, tight little cunt chute.
Winnie slid her whole face up and down the full, hard round shaft of the professor's cock pole. She nibbled as she went.
She sent waves of excitement coursing through Horton's body.
She made his pecker grow meaner, harder, longer and wider than it had in a long time. He was unsure as to why, but the sensation of having this frail, impossibly strong little thing ... the combination of strength and vulnerability ... plus the fact that she was a hot little sucker-all those things added up to sheer arousal.
And his cock got the message.
It pounded and thudded and juiced hard out the cock head slit.
The juice rolled down his dick shaft and Winnie gobbled it and used it along with her own to create an even slicker trail to ride.
Up and down his dick, she pumped.
Then, she whirled her head around greedily and swiped his base with her tongue.
She swiped at it in a full, hot circle.
She made more circles.
She spiraled up his cock with her tongue making circles all the way.
She spiraled up to the very top of his dick with her tongue, digging at his meat log every single centimeter of the entire distance.
"Oh, that's fantastic," Horton said.
Well, that compliment was just one too many for Doreen.
She let a huge pent-up sigh out of her mouth and straddled Horton's face.
She straddled his face with her cunt, choking off his words with her wild, hot huge pink pussy hole.
She stuffed her pussy right into his face.
Horton was surprised to be sat on like this. It was not Doreen's usual way. She usually liked everything, but this was one of those special activities Horton didn't do too often.
And she had never particularly requested it either.
But tonight she was requesting it.
She was requesting it by saddling up his mouth with her pussy slit and riding it like a wild cowgirl.
"Yiiipeeeee!! ! ! ! " she said and felt Horton's tongue jut against her growing clit.
Actually, Horton was about to say something, but once he felt Doreen's cunt rammed against his lips, speech became nearly impossible.
Winnie felt the slithering fingers ram into her and slide out in a wide, wild delirious pattern.
The hand plunged up inside her tight. gripping pussy chute.
Then the hand slid out and wiggled right out of her moist, eager hole.
The hand plunged up.
It twirled around slowly, agonizingly.
Then, it slid out and rested a moment.
Soon, it was ready for the dive back in.
"Mrrrrrrrrr," Winnie said through sucking lips.
She was responding both to the delicious feeling of Horton's big man cock in her mouth and Doreen's eager beaver plunging hands in her pussy.
She really was unsure which one she liked better just then.
The hand up her pussy was making her turn crimson with desire.
The taste of Horton's rigid dick stalk jutting up and down as she slid her expert licking mouth around and over and up and down the thing made her have to really fight not to cream her panties just then.
Doreen moved her hips around and stuck her clit straight in between Horton's teeth.
"Nibble me," she teased hotly.
"Hmmmmmmmm," Winnie managed as she slid off the wide taut band around Horton's enormous cock cap. She tucked her tongue up under the sweet folds of his skin and jabbed at them in a complete circle.
Horton could hardly believe the things she was doing to his cock ... or the sensations she brought on him while doing this.
After all, he had had many girls suck him off. But she was so young and so small, she was a novelty. She was new, different, and horny as a bugger.
Winnie swooped up and slid off the top of Horton's cock.
She smiled up at Doreen who was riding his face.
"Is there any room for me up there?" she asked sweetly.
Doreen briefly considered telling her to bug off, but that would never have done. Technically, this was a training session.
She would just have to let her climb aboard. Though just how they would manage the logistics of two cunts on one face sort of escaped her.
She nodded, but her thoughts were beginning to roam elsewhere ... like to what Horton's gorgeous sucking mouth was doing to her clit lips just now.
His teeth pulled them in and he nibbled at them hard.
He let go and made a delicious suction noise. Then, he sucked them in again and took her clit with them this time.
Winnie swung her bare little girlish ass around toward Doreen's outstretched hands.
"Hoist me up," she said, never taking her grip off the delicious throbbing pole between her hands. "Hoist me up onto your lips."
Doreen wanted to decline the entire offer. Still, the girl was halfway there, and when she grabbed her by the hips, she felt the appealingly lithe little ass.
The girl's body weight was incredibly light ... like a pillow.
She felt Winnie wrap her legs around her shoulders and stick her fanny up toward her mouth. The sight of looking down into the little girl's adorable pink cunt hole from that angle was incredibly erotic.
Winnie was riding her like a human wheelbarrow.
The girl was not content simply to let Doreen do all the work either. She humped her hips back and forth and around in tight, punishing little circles.
She rode Doreen's mouth and let the woman jab her tongue up inside her wet, tight little pussy slit.
Winnie grabbed ahold of Horton's prick for dear life. She took it by the base and didn't dream of letting go. But looking at it this way, from this angle, prohibited her taking it into her mouth like a cob of corn again.
She would have to take it directly down into her throat.
She would have to suck it head first.
She would have to swallow the enormous cock log whole.
Winnie opened her mouth wide and prepared to take Horton's dick down it. She decided not to run the risk of choking to death by trying to swallow the entire log. She would try to get a little down her mouth and then a little more.
She bent his dick a bit toward her eager young lips.
She pressed her nubile, sensual lips up next to his prick flesh.
She scoured his dick dome with her adorable pink tongue.
She lapped at the head and skated her tongue around in hot, delirious circles.
Then, she opened her jaw wide.
She opened her jaw as wide as it would go.
And she popped the head of Horton's dick into her mouth.
She popped his whole glans right into her sucking, fucking little nymphet mouth.
Horton would have shouted out with pleasure, but he was in the midst of sucking the pussy that now sat full force on his face.
The woman had her cunt lips splayed out greedily, accommodating his thrusting tongue and bouncing up and down on it at every opportunity.
Doreen fastened her tongue onto the girl's adorable bulging clit. She hooked her sucking tongue around the girl's pink love bulb and lapped at it till it grew hot and moist under her tongue.
She used a series of sure fire thrusts and polished the little girl's clit to a bright, glowing sheen. She tickled the little girl's clit and nibbled at her puffy pink cunt lips. She nibbled like a mouse at a lump of cheese.
Nobody said anything.
Nobody could.
The three sailed up and down on each others' love handles and spun one another out into a long, low overpowering wave of non-stop climaxes ... a rushing tidal wave of furious release.
Horton felt the girl sink her whole mouth to the bottom of his blade.
He felt her take the whole log in her mouth and then corkscrew around on it.
He felt her seize his dong and slide up and down on it furiously.
Up and down.
All the way up.
All the way down.
The girl rode and pushed and pulled in a numbing farrago of pure animal instinct. She pumped his prick till his head swam.
He nibbled Doreen's fantastic cunt till the thing sloshed under his lips.
Doreen bit the girl's clit hard between her teeth and rolled it around like a big ball bearing.
She poised her tongue in a log and rammed it in and out of the girl's tight fist cunt. And Winnie sucked.
She sucked hard on the whole length and head of Horton's prick.
She took the whole thing in and spat the whole load forth again.
Back and forth.
In and out.
Finally, Horton felt his balls press up into his dick. He felt his balls press on his dick as though they were a warning button.
A huge thudding warning button sounding the inevitability of his own climax.
Horton felt his spunk jerk out and out and out into the girl's mouth.
He shot his spunk out in jets of white lather.
He shot his spunk chunks like popcorn out the half-closed lid of a popcorn popper.
And still the little girl would not give up sucking on him.
She closed her mouth clear around the base and threatened to squeeze even more of the hot come cream out of his shooting prick stick.
He pumped his spunk into her mouth. And she ate it.
She ate every bit of the delicious white ooze.
She gobbled his come goo and smacked her lips for more.
Then, Doreen rammed her hips so hard up and down on Horton's face, he swore he would suffocate like this.
He tossed his head, and she tossed her cunt on top of his head, keeping up with him the entire way. She went the distance with him.
She humped herself to a roaring climax on Horton's thirsty, sucking tongue log.
The man rolled his tongue into a pole and thrust it up and out of her pussy.
He held her clit fast between his teeth and ate her cunt out.
He rammed his tongue up and down.
She came in a flash of lusty humps and squirms and shouts and felt the riptide working in her guts. She felt the riptide pull her under, then spit her out again on a distant shore. "Ooooooooooh," Winnie said at long last.
It was nearly time, Doreen thought.
She had been sucking the little horny vixen for a long time. Now, finally, the girl was ready to concede her come load to the woman's mouth.
Doreen jiggled her tongue down the girl's long, thin cunt slit.
She tickled her channel all the way down and all the way out.
And Winnie flipped out.
She flipped her whole body up and down.
She wiggled her hot little ass around and around and let Doreen's tongue thrust its way up inside her, bringing the climax she sought.
Horton edged out from under the lovely round ass of his hooker. He edged out and gripped his own man meat as he watched Doreen shovel her tongue up inside the girl's hole and toss her into a bed of non-stop climaxes.
He held his dick and worked it up and down a bit. He worked it up and down and it kept its erection fine.
And he watched. He watched Doreen giving it to the little pixie up the cunt.
And he watched Winnie dive bomb for his prick again.
"Watch it," he said as she gripped his meat at the base.
"I can take it if you can," she said in a heated rush.
Horton shook his head.
He knew he had practically choked the little girl with his oversize cock handle. But now she wanted more. The little vixen couldn't get enough.
She humped over the head of Horton's cock. She swallowed his big tool again and sunk her tight little muscular wet vise mouth down onto his big dick.
She sucked his cock all over again.
Doreen knew she wouldn't dare to let go of the little girl's cunt with her mouth. She knew that if she did, she would be accused of being a bad sport.
But she hated the little girl.
She hated her because she was jealous.
She was jealous that the man she had been fucking all these years was now getting his head turned by a little raven-haired twerp.
She scoured the girl's pulsating clit hard with her own tongue. She stuck it in her pussy roughly and diddled her clit with her hands.
Horton felt his cock growing large once more.
Impossible, it wasn't. He had had two and three climaxes in the space of fifteen or twenty minutes before, but he loved the effect this little bombshell was having on him.
It reminded him so much of his own childhood when he first laid eyes on Doreen. The first time he fucked her and they both went crazy. And he had been fucking her ever since.
He probably would always fuck her, but the variety was a treat.
A treat that was now turning his balls into hard-boiled throbbing eggs and making his dick bounce and go "boing" like a pogo stick.
Winnie rode the pogo stick.
She rode it so hard and devoutly, she brought Horton to another come, along with herself.
Of course, she had Doreen's help, but really, she didn't need it. She adored the way Horton's dick felt in her mouth. It was too tight, but that was half the pleasure.
The other half was listening to him moan as she sucked him to a climax.
She loved the way he moaned and loved the power her tight, wet, willing mouth had over him when it was wrapped around his fuck pole like this.
Wrapped around his fuck pole like a mink coat over a Hollywood starlet.
Again, Horton's cock pulsated out of control.
Again, he shot his load.
And again, it sailed into the waiting mouth of the eager little tigress with her lips wrapped around it.
Her lips and her hands and her whole throat. He plugged her throat up with his prick and shot deep, deep down inside of her.
He shot his hot load into the child's squeezing, sucking mouth.
"You're making me weak," he said at last.
Winnie took a long time to slither off the hard dick log.
She looked down at the thing. It was huge, hard, throbbing and soaking wet. But there was not a single drop of come cream on it.
She had eaten it all.
She had eaten it and relished it like hot ice cream.
Hot, spunky vanilla ice cream.
Doreen slowly, slowly drew her mouth off Winnie's adorable pink bald cunt. She lapped circles around the outer lips of it, just to make the girl know she wasn't sore. Winnie had, after all, done a good job on Horton's finicky cock.
"Whew!" Winnie said.
She sat up and grinned and rubbed her cunt.
"Don't tell me you're still horny," Doreen said, trying not to sound too displeased with the whole idea.
"Naw," Winnie said breathlessly, "I just want to see if I've still got a pussy down there."
A loud rapping on the door interrupted them.
Doreen shot Horton a frenzied glance. "Who the hell is that?"
"Professor Witherspoon," the doddering old gentleman's voice said through the keyhole. "I've been standing out here for almost an hour."
He sounded irate.
Horton took a long breath. He smiled at Winnie and patted her ass. He smiled at Doreen and moved closer to her. He stuck his lips against hers and pressed his tongue down her luscious velvety wet throat.
"Go home, Professor Witherspoon," he said, when he bobbed up again. "I think it's past your bedtime."
"Buttttttt ... but, but ... " the old goat sputtered.
"Best do as he says," Doreen called out the door. She smiled at her lover and picked the little girl up and put her on her lap. She felt the warmth of her shiny round bald pussy against her blonde hairy one. She patted the downy round cunt and shouted, "Go on now. We've got company." x "Isn't she an adorable creature?" Horton sighed and molded his hand around her twin golden ass globes.
He was fast becoming a worshipper of sweet, young things, and when they were as nubile as this one was, he was ready to start a fan club.
That might be an interesting side line on campus. A nymphet fan club. The Lolitaites.
Hmmmm. Maybe he would teach a course next semester on getting into little things.
He had a good idea the little thing he would like to get into right now. He stroked Winnie's delicate hot ass cheeks and dug his fingers into her promising nubile flesh.
"Such artistry," he said again. This was really better than any library ... even better than the secret graduate stacks.
A hot nymphet ass to worship ... all his own ... except that he now shared it with his mistress.
Doreen wiggled her fingers into the girl's sweet, soft honey pot. She wormed her fingers inside and kissed the little girl full on her mouth.
As she did so, she pressed her enormous mountain tits hard into the little girl's chest. Into the chest that had just begun to sprout with the potential of what the little girl's tits would finally grow to become ... a real set of knockers ... or so her two little upturned fried eggs promised they would be someday.
"Wow!" Winnie beamed. "You can sure kiss. Will you do that a lot to me?"
"All you like," Doreen whispered softly. "All you like and more."
