This was definitely the biggest turn-on so far in her almost eighteen years. Eighteen years spent in being shifted from one safe cloister to another. And always with someone to watch over her. Making sure she did not go astray. Making sure she kept herself a good, sweet little girl.
But all this merely added fuel to the fire that raged within little Lisa. Lovely little Lisa, that's what everyone dubbed her. Lovely little Lisa with the sweet angelic face! The cute all-American princess who could do no wrong. Who always followed the straight and narrow. The example for all those others to pattern themselves after. A paragon of virtue!
If only they knew! Knew about that raging hot, very volatile volcano that steamed inside her body. That kept her awake at nights tossing and turning. And sweating it out until she sought the satisfaction of her own fingers. Her lithe fingers walking around her pretty pussy, walking and running and massaging that hot cunt of hers until, at last, finding some inner peace, she went off to sleep. But give or take the very few close friends she had, no one knew of this side of lovely little Lisa.
Soon she would change all that! No more keeping the lid on things. If she had her way, well...
Lisa couldn't decide what was getting her hotter, the thoughts searing through her mind, or the little scene unfolding right before her wide, amazed eyes, at that very moment. This was the world that she wanted so much to be a vital part of. Not that fairy-tale illusion that all her father's money had created. That only served to keep her out of touch with the real world-the real world where she could have cock, in all its infinite variety of size and shape, length and thickness, with all the diverse variations of capability and caliber. Cock, glorious cock, to whom she sang a morning hymnal of praise. Cock, so illusive for all of her life. But now a distinct reality, a very genuine possibility. Cock would be hers, all hers till the end of all time! She and cock would be one!
The best things in life are not the ones people sit down and meticulously plan. No siree, they are the things that happen quite by accident. As if the hand of Fate reaches down and touches your very life at that time.
And just such a thing had happened to lovely little Lisa! Her beautiful red Mercedes 450 SL had wandered into a ditch and help was needed to right the poor car again. Well, it was not as if the car had ditched itself with no help from the driver. If her hot little hands were where they should have been, on the wheel and not down in her sweet tight juicy cunt, and if she hadn't chosen to come just as the road took a sharp turn, and if her . . . But that's another story.
We should look at the facts. And these they were.
It was one of the very few times she'd been allowed out of the house all by herself. And like we said, the Mercedes was ditched. She could wait for help, some passing motorist could always be counted on to inform the Highway Patrol, or a black-. and-white would cruise by. Or she could go find it
The second possibility seemed the better since it would eliminate any embarrassing questions from the powers that be. And too, she was in luck. Not more than fifty yards ahead of her was a house lit up like a Christmas tree. Surely there'd be two strong men about. Merely thinking about two strong men set her insatiable pussy to juicing up again. If there were not more pressing business at hand, her fingers would call the plays again. But there was the problem of the car.
She covered the distance to the house quickly and was just about to knock on the door when a voice materialized from a big chair on the front porch.
"Wow! Ma-a-a-a-an! What a looker! When Jerry picks 'em, he sure picks out the best!" The owner of the voice was now coming closer, slowly and unconsciously rubbing his bulging crotch, "Baby, you're for me!" he said, squeezing one of her apple-sized tits as if it were the most natural greeting in the world.
It was the first time a man had actually touched her, and instead of the revulsion her teachers had taught her to expect, a warm glow of passion swept through her body.
"Give us a kiss there, dear!" he said, and before she could straighten out her confused thoughts, this tall man with sun-streaked blond hair had already grabbed her by the chin and was twisting her face into his. Just as his lips came down heavily against hers, his tongue shot out, forcing her mouth open, and she found herself swallowing yards of his sweet-tasting tongue.
All thoughts of the Mercedes in the ditch fell from her mind. Here was something infinitely more interesting and pressing. Once more her flaming pussy sprang to action. The waves of pleasure coming from that twitching twat of hers were like something she'd never known before. It was all juiced and ready for any action which might follow. There was one thing to be said for her beautiful box-it always rose to the occasion! And how it was rising to this new situation now! Juicier than a sweet California cantaloupe, and twice as delicious.
The masculine taste of liquor and cigarettes filled her mouth and lungs. His smooth-muscled body rippled against hers. Still he kept his hand firmly on her throbbing titties, massaging the aching flesh with his very talented fingers. Lovely little Lisa was on fire! She reached out a trembling hand toward his bulging crotch, wanting to touch.
"Go on, baby. It's all yours," he said, taking her small hand in his and rubbing it gently over the bulge. God, it was bigger than she'd imagined. And so hard. Just when she reached the head, the whole thing jumped in her hand, like a small captured animal, seeking to get out of its cage. "That means he likes you. Why don't you do that again?" When Lisa followed the suggestion, his cock jumped so much she thought it would burst the zipper.
"Not yet, baby, not yet," he whispered, pulling her hand away, "I gotta wait for the man. He gonna bring some shit over, then you and me can really boogie, eh! Say, why don't you go on out back with the others, have a drink, relax, you know, and as soon as I've scored, I'll come back there and join the party. Anybody bug you, just, tell 'em you're with me. Mark, that's my name. Remember now, you belong to me, baby. I't's me that's gonna ride your sweet ass." With that he slipped his big hands down the back of her jeans and grabbed her ass. "Wowe-e-e-eee! That feels great!" he shouted. "Just great!"
His hand burned into her tight ass flesh. She never knew the touch of a man could be so electric. As she turned to enter the house he playfully slapped her ass. The slight tinge of pain excited her too. At long last, she was on her way toward losing her hated cherry, toward having a man take care of that burning in her hot wet cunt.
She followed the sounds of music and laughter until she found herself on a wide-open sun deck with a few lounging chairs bunched together in one corner, an assortment of towels and beach paraphernalia close by. Paper cups, plates, empty beer cans, and such were strewn all over the place.
She took it in with one sweep of her innocent eyes. None of this was really important. It was the action on the beach that really grabbed her. Rockin'-sockin' action, it was.
Men and women, of all ages and races, perhaps forty or fifty all told, in all phases of dress and undress imaginable, spread out before her on the beach, everyone of them intent on doing his own thing. The one thing that could most certainly be said about these Malibu Beach people was that they really knew how to enjoy themselves.
Lisa had never seen the likes of this before in her life. She knew this kind of world existed for, despite the ever-watchful eyes of those nuns in her exclusive boarding school, some of her friends were still able to sneak copies of Playgirl in and out of their rooms. But nothing she had seen in any mag could describe what she saw now, right before her very eyes, in living color, complete with the latest disco sounds too.
Would she have something to tell her friends about! This was an orgy, an-honest-to-God fucking orgy! And was it exciting her! No one had to tell her; already her fingers had begun to dig into that warm and wet receptacle between her legs. Somehow her fingers always seemed right at home in that dark damp kip of hers. Now she was getting a chance to have something else feel right at home there too. Somewhere among all those bodies was a cock just right for her hot juicy box. Somewhere right in front of her was the man with the key that just fitted her succulent, tight, locked box of a cunt Now she would really have something to describe to her friends in all the most intimate detail!
Her father would raise the roof if he ever found out. But, so what. It all seemed so trivial now. Fuck his money. Sure it bought her the very best of everything, it made her life very safe and secure from all want, etc., etc. But there was one thing that she wanted most of all. And none of his money could give it to her. She had to get it for herself. If he had his way, she'd remain a virgin forever. But now, she was going to have her way for once in her life. And the first thing that she was going to take care of was that cherry of hers.
Christ! How many times had she come close to ridding herself of that badge of purity-"stupidity" was a better word, she thought-with her own hands. Once, with a candle, three or four years ago, another time with a cucumber she stole from the kitchen, another time with a . . . The list could go on and on.
Each time she'd resisted the temptation at the last moment, saving her sweet tight cherry-cunt for a good stiff hard cock. A fleshy weapon wielded by an experienced hard-muscled man. No one her age. Intuition told her they would not really know how to give her that most exquisite pleasure. No wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am for her. What she always dreamed of was a long slow sweet ride, a pile-driver peter moving in and out of her quivering quim, making her squirm with delight, making her want more and more.
Yessirrreee, of this she was quite certain. What she wanted was a man! Boys were just that, boys. Only a man could satisfy the fever in her blood. Only a man could give her what she wanted.
She liked the way Mark's dong came to rigid attention the minute he squeezed her hard tits. She liked the way it jumped when she stroked it. If there was ever a cock ready for action, it was that one. And she liked the size too! She'd always thought if you're gonna go for a cock, make sure you get a big one. With a body like hers, why not go for the best? And the biggest?
There she was, standing on the sun deck surveying all the bodies before her, wild thoughts racing through her mind, hot juice flowing through her steaming split
By now, her eyes were fully adjusted to the flickering light given off by the roaring bonfire. Now what was only a mix of sex and shadow, laughter and love, began to take on a definite shape. It was easy to see that there were more men than women. Those odds were definitely the kind she liked; they meant she could have two or three to herself. And with her tight compact package, they would be the pick of the lot! Well, maybe.
A group of about seven hot horny studs were frolicking in the surf with two well-proportioned older women. Another group of nine or so men had four hamburger-stacked females going through acrobatic paces high up on the sand. Two naked guys, their dongs flapping in front of them, were busy chasing a cute little Mia Farrow-type with enormous knockers which rolled and bounced with every stride. Beyond the fire, more groups were tightly knotted together. So intent was each person on pleasure that no one, not a single soul, paid any attention to her. This she would soon alter, once she rid herself of all that restrictive clothing.
Quickly, with deft fingers, she unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, revealing the firm young flesh of her well-molded legs, the kind you only saw on some chorus girl in Las Vegas. Classic legs, they were, long and slender and smooth right up to the little string bikini panties she wore under her jeans, panties that just barely covered her mound and the crack of her ass, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive any red-blooded male right out of his mind. And that's just what she intended. Out of his mind and into her pussy, pussy that was so soaking wet, the crotch of her bikinis was drenched.
In a flash the expensive cashmere sweater was also gone, joining the jeans in a pile. The cute little-girl bra that she always wore to please her teachers-she felt much more comfortable without it-came apart with a sharp snap, and her super-cute apple-size titties showed themselves. Lordie, were they hard! They were hard ever since Mark squeezed them between his expert fingers. Now they were extremely hard, standing up to attention, jutting out proudly from her bosom, the little brown nipples as taut as could be, tighter as the warm ocean breeze gently caressed them.
What she wanted now was to feel a man's hands on them. Not through the sweater, like with Mark,, but actually on them, flesh on flesh with nothing in between. A man's hard firm expert hands squeezing them, playing with the nipples, licking them, sucking them, even nibbling softly on them, that was what she wanted more than anything else in the world!
With her most shy innocent smile plastered on her beautiful face, she walked toward the fire, slowly and unhurriedly like the little hot piece of temptation that she really was. Fuck bait, pure and simple. Just itching for the right opportunity. And the right opportunity was now! Here and now.
The hot little rebel quickly attracted attention. Before she'd taken a dozen steps, two randy studs were running toward her, their tools ramrod straight, as if sniffing a willing, warm puss.
She shot side glances at both of them. Hhhmmmmm, she thought, they would do nicely for openers. And after them, well... Three more horny guys were coming directly at her from out of the surf, their flagpoles straight as an arrow in front of them. And others were already walking toward her too, all wanting to appraise this hot little fuck that had somehow fallen into their midst.
Still she walked on, like an angel in hell, that innocuous, little, innocent-as-a-lamb smile drawing them like flies, all wanting a piece of that tight hot cunt hidden just behind that narrow string bikini panty.
And the more she walked, the more her legs rubbed together, the hotter she got. Just seeing all those cocks together drove her wild. The actual thing in the flesh. No more fantasy about length or shape or size. One thing she found out for sure; every one was different. That settled one question in her mind.
The other question was what to do about the pressure that was building inside her steaming snatch, the very walls of her cunt filling with her sweet juice, the muscles gently rippling, touching together, rubbing up a storm in her little pleasure palace.
"Lisa, Lisa! Come on! Will you? Come on, baby! Get going!"
Suddenly Mark was in front of her, smiling encouragingly, all the while rubbing his cock with a slow steady motion. But now he was as naked as the others and she was looking directly at the little monster, the stiff snake that he so playfully stroked as he waved at her. Come on, baby, come on.
Wow, she thought, look at that, just what the doctor ordered. Just the right size and shape to jam into this hot little breadbox of mine. No more fingers, this is the real thing, and so much better, so much better.
"Come on, baby! Don't keep Daddy waiting!!"
Mark was just standing there, still smiling but now working his cock with long slow strokes, impatient to get it into that tight, little-girl cunt of hers. She began to run, running toward that hard cock waiting for her, running toward the ultimate in pleasure, running toward heaven on earth.
But now, Mark's face slowly dissolved, only to be replaced by, of all persons, her father's. Yes, it was her very own Daddy. With his hairy chest and massive arms, her Daddy was stroking his dong just like Mark was only a moment ago. Now he was gonna play games with her. How she'd wanted that all her life!
When she was a little girl, she loved the way he used to bounce her on his knees and tickle her. His knee was a horsy and she was the rider and she'd bounce, bounce away until her mother would come into the study and take her father away from her.
Somehow her mother would always interrupt just at the moment when she wanted his fingers to roam into her underclothes, into her little love-box, her rosebud asshole, her tight little titties, and play games like "Pussy, pussy, who's got the pussy?" and bounce her cute body up and down his knees, all the while sliding down toward that bulge which always grew in his crotch whenever they played that game. How she'd always wanted to let that bulge out of its prison and take it in her hands and play with it and put it in her mouth and lick on it just as if it were a cherry-vanilla cone from Baskin-Robbins. And then she'd bounce on it, up and down, up and down, and she'd know that she was really his favorite little girl, all Daddy's little girl, in truth and in fact, not just because he said so, and she'd love him the more for it, for she was the happiest little girl in the whole wide world.
And it was Mark's face again. Her crotch was nothing but a pure hot volcano about to ooze its hot juicy lava at any moment. Hot juice that would only serve to ease the way, the better to take that big prick. One brief moment of pain, a fleeting pin prick, and then her cunt would be wide open. Wide open to pleasure.
"Little Lisa, come on baby, let's get going!"
Now she was looking right into his face, and when she saw how excited he was, she knew that she'd made the right choice. Gently he lowered her body to the sand, spread her legs wide.
"Daddy's waiting, baby girl. Come on, will you?"
Somehow her cunt developed a mind of its own, the fleshy lips parting to allow him to jam his hard cock into her wet split. His hand grabbed her shoulder, steadying his body, readying her for the ride of her life.
"Baby Lisa, open your eyes for Daddy. Come on, be a good girl."
The voice was now right in her ear, the hot breath sending a shiver through her spine almost as strong as the electric current jolting her hot cunt. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure, squirming and wiggling around, the better to get that magnificent cock deeper into her body.
"Daddy's gonna take you for a ride, Lisa. Come on, now!"
"Oh, I'm coming, coming . . ." she whispered sleepily, gasping for breath and opening her eyes at the same time.
Her father was looking down at her, smiling.
"I thought you wanted to try out that new horse this morning. Don't you want to go riding with me?" he asked.
It was morning. The bright California sunlight streamed in through the windows of her bedroom. Mark and the orgy were just another dream, just like all the others she was used to having almost every night.
While in her actual real everyday life she was still a chaste virgin, in her dreams at night . . . well, they were something else. The net result was that she always woke up with a slow fire burning in her pussy, a fire that she'd work on with her fingers while she sat in the tub.
"Some dream you were having, baby, it must have been very exciting. I called and called, then shook your shoulder over and over." Her father's voice was very gentle and patient, more coaxing and encouraging than anything else. Whenever he looked at her he still saw her as a child. Despite all the outward signs of her blossoming body, she was still his little girl. "Want to tell me what you were dreaming about?" he asked.
But how could she? How could she tell him of that aching in her cunt, that aching for cock that followed her day and night? He, who always gave her anything in the world that she wanted. A red Mercedes 450 SL, expensive clothes, jewelry, the best schools, and now, a beautiful chestnut horse stabled right in their own backyard. Everything she always wanted except the thing she wanted most. Christ, she was almost eighteen and still a virgin, still afflicted with that hateful cherry. How much longer could she stand that situation? None of these things could she tell her father. In his misguided paternal-love way, this would only fortify his justification to keep her away from anything that might trigger the deflowering of his only girl child.
But as determined as he was that she should keep her cherry, with all the precautions he took and all the "nurses-nannies-chaperones"-whatever he called them, they were nothing but watch dogs, accompanying her wherever she went, "for your own protection," he said-she was doubly determined to lose the damned thing and become a full-fledged woman in her own right before the summer was through, before she had to return to those nuns and that nose-in-the-air exclusive finishing school in Switzerland.
Sure that world had its benefits, it advantages, but at the moment she would have preferred the street world of Sunset Strip, or "The Strip" as insiders called it, or even Hollywood Boulevard. Sure, five minutes on "The Boulevard" and her cherry would be a thing of the past. Or maybe one of those blond hitchhikers, the ones who wore their surfboards like it was another arm or something, one of those would do just fine. Now she was even willing to settle for a boy, whereas before she'd wanted a man. Anything to get rid of that cherry, that thin membrane that held her prisoner. It simply had to go, she decided, as soon as possible.
"Breakfast in half an hour, sweetheart?" Her father's voice broke her train of thought and brought her back to the present. She nodded her assent, anything to get rid of him so that she could quench the fire burning in her cunt.
"And I'll have Vic saddle the horses, and bring them around. Okay?" That was one of the main reasons they lived out in one of the canyon roads, high in the Santa Monica mountains overlooking Malibu Beach. Horses. Her father had a passion for riding, and privacy. That added up to this big house up in the hills. And still quite accessible to the best shops in Los Angeles.
Her father was waiting: she realized some answer was necessary. "Yes," she replied, "At the pool?" It always gave her a thrill to eat breakfast while watching the world go by on the Pacific Coast Highway far below her. That and the huge breakers crashing against Malibu beach. Right now she felt like one of them, just moving with the tide. But one day soon...
As soon as the door clicked behind her father, she jumped out of bed to face the day, full of the boundless energy that only the young and innocent possess. One more typical day in the life of a sweet, super-cute, genuine American princess eager for that first taste of real-down-to-earth life.
She stretched and touched her toes a few times to get the circulation going. But this only made her titties stand up and stare her straight in the face. The sheer see-through material of her expensive nightie rubbed up against them each time she bent down. Some kind of static electricity seemed to be flowing from the fabric into her body. Goose pimples covered her skin and already her fingers had begun to creep toward her favorite little button toy between her legs. But there was no time. Daddy had said half an hour and he didn't like to be kept waiting.
Still she was steaming. What to do about it? Pulling the nightie over her head slowly, she glanced sideways at her pink body in the full-length mirror. She had to agree. It was an exciting, if not yet fully developed body. Smooth as silk, as clean as an alabaster statuette, and a healthy pink in color. Just like a well-cultivated rose. And long lovely legs to top it off. She'd have time for a better inventory after their ride.
Moments later, she lowered herself into the hot sudsy fragrant tub, watching her hard apple tits float above the surface of the water like two islands adrift in a sea of white foam, the copper-brown nipples jutting out tight and hard like the tops of two brown hills, the heat from the water only serving to make them stand out firmer and tighter.
Submerging her body until only the little flower-bud nipples remained, she piled suds on them so that her two brown hills now became snow-capped mountain tops. This was definitely fun. When she was just a little kid, she had her rubber ducky. Now that she was a super cute teenager, there was her button-toy clit and her hard-at-the-mere-thought-of-cock tits. She really liked filling the tub up and splashing around in the water. It gave her a chance to explore her body in the buff.
But Daddy was waiting and so she daintily applied the washcloth to her ears and neck, down to the smooth curve of her soft-skinned shoulders and under her armpits. Her skin tingled at every pass of the washcloth. Even her cunt joined in the act. It was all atwitter. Now her entire body developed a tantalizingly warm glow. If a washcloth could do this to her, what would the touch of a real he-man be like, she wondered.
Delicately, one after the other, she lathered her feet and heels, then up her perfectly formed legs and creamy thighs to her own private jewel box of a cunt. As you can well imagine, with this, her prize possession, she took even greater, more painstaking care, lovingly dabbing at the soft sensitive internal membranes with the utmost of caution. Even then she had to fight the temptation she so often had of jamming the washcloth right up inside her aching cunt and claiming her own cherry. It could be so easy, she thought, just wrap it around two fingers, spread her legs wide, close her eyes, and push. A little stab of pain, some blood, and it would be all over. She'd be liberated.
But, alas, discretion got the better part of valor and she backed down at the last minute, saving that exquisite moment until she could share it with a true-to-life, honest-to-goodness cock. A cock battering her pretty pussy. Oh, how much longer would she have to wait for that exciting experience?
CHAPTER TWO
Although the ride was very exhilarating, it was rather run of the mill, with the easy conversation of father and daughter passing between the two of them. Nothing to write home to mother about, nothing very exciting really.
She had had her favorite breakfast, cereal with whole strawberries, toast, sausages, and milk to wash the whole thing down. She loved sausages. Nothing to do with the taste, it was the shape of them that appealed to her fancy. Sausages and bananas, they were long and cylindrical, just the same shape of a cock. And that was the best way to start any day, she decided, eating cock to her heart's delight. Just then she settled for eating cock-shaped objects while letting her mind run loose on the fantasy.
As much as possible, she avoided her Daddy's eyes, not wanting him to read her inner most thoughts. That might only lead to more restrictions on her very limited freedom. That would not do at all. Christ, she was almost a prisoner already.
Breakfast completed, Vic brought the horses around. When he helped her aboard, she couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face, as if he was smiling inwardly at some private joke. But how could she guess, inexperienced and virginal as she was, that he was not really smiling. He was biting the insides of his lip to prevent himself from touching her beautiful box, so prominently outlined under her tight jeans, from fondling her firm, erect, immaculately rounded titties, from biting his teeth into the firm fleshy asscheeks that so invitingly beckoned him.
All of this he wanted to do. For the time being, he just smiled, patiently biding his time.
And how could anyone guess what was really going on in that very fertile, very vivid little mind of sweet little Lisa? You can bet the shirt off your back it was her favorite topic.
It was all she could do to restrain her little girl hands from reaching out and touching that most prominent bulge that appeared in Vic's levis whenever she came near him. Even now with her father just a few steps away, the stable hand could not help himself. His cock was straining against the zipper. How she wanted to set it free. To stroke it gently back and forth. To peel the skin back and look at it in the full light of day. To lick on it, to suck the living daylights out of that lovely lollipop that tempted her so much. To have him push it, to the very hilt, into her little snuffbox pussy, and rip away that most hated cherry-thing that she'd come to despise so much in the last few days. All these things were running through lovely little Lisa's mind from the time she mounted-"mounted," the mere word brought visions of a strong muscular body, poised over hers, pumping stiff cock into her cunt, her insatiable, fiery cunt-all through the rambling hills, her Daddy at her side chatting away, not suspecting a single thing that was in her thoughts, the chestnut mare responding to her every command.
Now she was alone once more; alone with her thoughts and her fantasies. Her father had departed for the office, the horses were back in the stable, and she was sitting at the pool all by herself. Bobbi, this summer's companion-chaperone, more jail keeper than anything else, was reading a novel at the other end of the pool, near the diving board. Another day in the life of a sweet, all-American princess.
Lazily she got up and stretched. A new surge of energy flowed through her body right into her titties. They were rock-hard and tingling, tender and exciting to the touch. That was when she made up her mind. She'd go upstairs and have a bath, spend some time on her own body, satisfying its every craving.
But first she went down toward the stables hoping to catch Vic with his shirt off, going through his daily chores, muscles rippling in the bright California sunshine. If she had a choice of cock, it would be that one. She wanted it so badly that sometimes she woke up nights, bathed in perspiration from just dreaming about it. Vic was definitely an improvement around the house. He was definitely a better stable hand than old Matt, whom he had replaced. And so much better to dream about.
Very purposefully she walked toward the old potting shed at the back of the stable. From there, if she was lucky, Vic's body would give her all the eye-food that she needed.
Whistling nonchalantly, she skirted the stable, giving it a wide berth and finally circling back to the potting shed. As luck would have it, Vic had the top half of the stable back door thrown open to its fullest. A thought flashed through her mind: why did he have to wear clothes at all? When she inherited this house from her father, she'd make a rule, nobody, not workers, not guests, nobody would be required to wear clothing on the premises. She'd have her own nudist colony right up there in the hills, and if your equipment didn't measure up, one invitation was all you got. Already her pussy was getting all hot and bothered from the mere thought of all that equipment running around.
But that's how she wanted it. Her cunt wet and warm. Sending shivers up her spine when she touched it. Untold pleasure when she massaged her little button clit. When she probed the soft inner membranes, so delicate and smooth to the touch, yet capable of providing her with the greatest turn-on she had known yet It was so easy. All she had to do was put one small, dainty finger inside, past the fleshy lips which reminded her of two soft gates formed by folds of her own skin, until those delicate membranes were actually pressing against her finger, soft like a butterfly's wings, yet with enough muscular force to let her know that they could accommodate more than a mere finger.
Then she'd put a second finger in, all the time marveling at the way her sweet little cunt-box organ became juicier and juicier, actually providing its own lovely lubricant, easing the way for the entry of still a third finger. How she longed to get really deep inside her own cunt. So deep that she could go no more. But, as always, that thin membrane stretched across the channel, her own pussy tunnel, prevented any further delving.
With these thoughts flowing through her mind, her honey-pot cunt all wet from them, her flowering titties all tight and hard, she took up her position behind the thick lush growth of ornamental plants growing in the potting shed. From there she could see right into the stable. Also, by propping her leg up on one of the low benches, the wonderful world of her own succulent puss lay exposed to the ministrations of her very deft fingers.
Just as she settled down to watch, her ears picked up some idle whistling coming from somewhere behind the shed. Christ, she thought, just my luck to have some nosy gardener about, just when I'm about to . . .
She didn't have long to wait Just in time she got her anxious fingers out of her wet crotch. A tall, well-bronzed man, dressed in the rough baggy clothes of a professional gardener, stepped into the potting shed. She pretended not to see him, suddenly becoming interested in a tall philodendron growing in an immense clay pot the wide leaves forming a beautiful pattern.
"Well! Woweee!" the gardener whistled, "What have we here? From what I see of this layout, I am beginning to like this job very much. A man could feel right at home in these surroundings."
From what the man said and the fact that she'd not seen him around before, she surmised that today was his first day on the job. Ti so, he wouldn't know who she really was. That meant she was in luck. Everything seemed to be going right so far today.
"Everybody who works here likes it very much," she said noncommittally, hoping that he'd pick it up from there. She moved away from him, going further into the depths of the shed, strolling with a newly found brazen energy, letting her lovely inviting titties bounce freely, with uncontrolled enjoyment, swinging her asscheeks with vigorous wanton ease. Now there was a spring in her step. The whole thing came so easily, it was almost like dancing. If he doesn't get the message from all these vibes I'm sending out, she thought, then I'll just have to take his pants off and show him what I really want.
But the gardener was only momentarily stunned. That this lovely-as-a-peach, ail-American princess, obviously way out of his class and reach, should come on to him like some hot runaway on the Boulevard, and actually challenge him to follow her, well it threw him for a loop. He had only been at work at this new job for a few hours and really enjoyed taking care of the well-manicured grounds. Also the pay was better than he'd had before. He wasn't about to spoil everything for one quick, obviously easy lay. But still his cock was getting hard, and a hard cock knows no reason.
After considering all that, he decided to play it by ear. Let the little lady call the shots. That way there'd be no heat on him. And after all, she really was prime fuck, at that age when they are most eager to learn. It was a long time since he'd ridden a filly as young and willing as that. Today was his day.
What the fuck is keeping him? Lisa thought, stopping abruptly and looking over her shoulder to see if he was following.
"I need some advice," she smiled, when the gardener finally decided to join her. "Which of these plants would do better in the house?" This was her way of winning his confidence. Ask him a question that he'd feel right at home with. Give the man a chance to settle himself, then gradually work in the right direction.
She flashed him her most charming and alluring smile, her perfectly shaped, brilliant white teeth coming apart just a little, revealing her little agile pink tongue. She was quite a dish, and she knew it. Obviously all this was having its effect on the hapless gardener. She could see the crotch of his baggy work pants beginning to fill out. That was when she brushed some specks of imaginary dust off her cashmere sweater, causing it to mold her apple-hard tits even better.
"Any of them, I imagine, if the sunlight was right. You see with plants, it depends on where you put them." He was waving his arms about in a confused manner, not taking his eyes off her erect nipples. She watched the bulging forearms cord under the sweaty T-shirt that covered his torso. How she wanted to feel one of those large meaty hands crushing her body.
"Listen," he said, "I really didn't mean no harm just now when I whistled. It's just, you know, when you see something young and fresh and so sweet, well... it just sort of came out."
Is this big jock serious? she wondered. Here is this strong hulking cock, in the prime of life, and quite good-looking, going through apologizing changes because he's kinda scared that she's really some spoiled little brat who would go running off to Daddy just because he whistled at her!
The gardener had things upside down. Lisa set about to right them for him.
"No sweat, baby. It happens all the time." The words rolled off her tongue and set him at ease immediately.
"No kidding!" he answered, loosening up now, warming up to her approach. Now that he knew they were both playing the same side of the fence, he began to like what his roving eyes picked out, and the sweet innocence in the way she was just standing there letting her hands idly run over the smooth surface of her breasts.
First day on the job and bingo! Some days you had all the luck.
"Matter of fact, I find it real pleasant. A girl likes men to whistle at her. Means she's got that something extra, if you know what I mean. What do you think?" She came back at him real strong, putting him on the spot once more.
All he wanted to do was get on with it and get the hell out of there before someone came looking. But Lisa seemed content with taking her sweet time about coming around to the main topic.
"Yeh, you're quite attractive. As a matter of fact, if you don't mind my saying so, you're downright sexy. But," he paused for a moment letting his eyes feast on her young, but oh-so-very-willing body, taking his time as he traveled from her gleaming blond hair to her long, well-shaped slender legs, "aren't you a bit young for this lib scene?"
Lisa knew he was having trouble keeping his hands off that growing bulge in his pants. She was too, and it took the greater effort for her not to just reach out and touch it. They were moving closer together now and his cock, that object of her longsuffering dreams, was actually now within an arm's length of her reach. Just to reach out and touch!
"Well, I'm almost eighteen, if you want to know, and besides, if a girl's big enough, she's old enough. Isn't that what all you big cock jocks say?" She watched his pulsating prick while she said this. His dick was swelling so much that it carried the front of his baggy workpants with it, like a small tent sticking up out in front of him. She was really pleased with what she saw. This was a man for all seasons and reasons. Briefly she wondered if she could take all the long hot hard fucking this type would have to give. Well, there was really only just one way to find out for sure.
Time to make a move on, she thought. Ifs now or never. Time to let this gardening jock know what she was after. In no uncertain terms, too. Then if nothing happens, she still would get an E for effort. Not much consolation there, but better than nothing. With a cock in that condition, though, she was sure that something would give sooner or later. Better now.
"Is this thing one of your gardening tools, too?" she asked shyly. 'Tell me what do you use it for?" Still with that disarming look of sweet innocence on her face, she reached out and gave his swollen cock a quick tweak through his working pants. She could feel the blood pulsating down the length of his turgid tool, feel the heat generated by her presence, right through the rough fabric. She'd made it to first base.
But the gardener. He was in retreat. He wasn't so sure of this little sexy eighteen-year-old anymore.
He didn't like the way it would add up if someone caught them in the act.
"Hey, what's with you baby? Trying to get me in hot water, my first day on the job? You crazy or something? What'cha want anyway?"
For all the tea in China, Lisa could not believe her ears. Were these big muscle men just bags of puffed-up wind with no guts? Here she was, five-foot-six and about one hundred fifteen pounds driving that big hulk of a gardener into reverse just because she reached out and touched his dexterous tool when it was just standing there stiff and hard for all the world to see what he really wanted. How could she believe what had just happened!
And this her first real aggressive sexual act! The first one she had initiated of her own volition. She felt like throwing every plant in the place at that stupid fucker. Here she was offering him her super-cute untouched body, to do with as he pleased, and he was acting as if she was some virago ready to stick a shiv between his ribs. She could not afford to let her first foray end in failure, nor could she let him see the tears welling in her blue eyes. One thought came to her mind. Attack!
She grabbed a small plant close at hand and threw it in his direction. It hit his broad chest with a low thump, falling at his feet. The surprise assault galvanized him into action. Before she could throw another, he was on her, pinning her arms behind her back, and looking into her defiant eyes.
"Whoa, hold it baby. No scenes please. "I'm always one to oblige a lady, and if it's cock the little lady wants, then who am I to turn her down?"
He freed one of her arms, guiding her small hand down to his throbbing crotch. Once again she felt the object of her life-long desire and any anger she felt toward him disappeared at that moment of triumph. She moved her fingers along the rigid cylinder of cock, massaging it slowly and gently. Time and time again she'd dreamt of this moment. Here it was at last.
One of his rough hands slipped down to her tight titties and his clever, well-experienced fingers began to give them a long-needed rub-down. He was amazed at the way they responded to his every touch. They were really alive, little, apple-sized organs. And as hot as hell. His large hands easily covered one of them entirely. That was the way he liked it. Not some huge massive cantaloupe-type slipping and sliding all over the place.
No sir, this was a pair of neat, well-constructed tits, just the right size to fit into his mouth. But that would come later. Right now he concentrated on massaging them. Properly. Whereas before he looked upon this as some casual flirtation, now he-was really interested. This prime pussy had his cock going.
She was smiling now, the all-encompassing smile of the super-achiever, snuggling close to him. So close that the smell of soil and sweat filled her delicate nostrils. This she found exciting. To be in the locked embrace of a real man, not one of those well-perfumed imitations, but a real genuine article, with a solid body. It felt great. Even the unexpected roughness of his clothes didn't bother her at all. And what those rough, coarse hands of his were doing to her titties. That she liked the best. Never, in all her born days, had her tits given her such pleasure. Waves and waves of pure pleasure rippled down her body every time her gardener lover touched them. Down, down right into her quivering quim. It was as if he was touching her all over with a warm flame. Her tits were on fire, her cunt was blazing hot. And wet.
All she could think of now was to give him the same sort of pleasure that she was receiving. She was eager to learn how to please her gardener lover, how to please a man, for in pleasing him she could please herself.
Now she really began to massage his cock in all earnest. She wanted so badly to get some idea of its size, to visualize the monster as it flexed and shoved underneath his pants. In vain did she try to get her small hand around his prick to measure its thickness. She'd need both hands for this. She tried getting some idea of its length. Again she was frustratingly disappointed. His cock simply wouldn't settle down and be decently measured; it kept jumping all over the place as soon as she touched it. She could tell that for all his experience he was as hot as she was already. Not even ice water could cool them down.
"My cock likes you," he said smilingly. "You really know how to make him jump. And I go for your neat titties. But if someone should come along, baby, they'd just spoil everything for you and me." Taking her by the hand, he led her willingly to the very back of the shed. 'This is much more private. Don't you agree?"
Only her nodded assent was needed. No words were necessary between them now. She had followed him without saying anything, but her mind was racing like an airplane approaching take-off.
At long last, she was going to be fucked by a man. Goodbye to all her dreams and schemes; she was going to know the real thing, the real McCoy as one of her friends said. No more goose pimples and hot flashes, she was going to get fucked. And fuck all the consequences. Or better yet, fuck me again, she thought. Her body, her cunt, and her tits were doing all the talking. Every single solitary last word of it.
How could she wait! It was like dying a thousand times.
She reached into his pants as soon as they reached the back of the potting shed. For the first time, she felt a cock in the actual living flesh. It felt so smooth and satiny, a distinct contrast to the rest of his hard muscular body. Lisa had no idea that it would be so silky, almost as if all its previous action had served to polish her gardener's cock.
How she loved this new game! She was having" the time of her life. Her eyes were shining as bright as a little kid's on Christmas morning, her skin flushed a deeper pink, her breathing heavy and labored with excitement.
"Wait a minute!" Already he was calling time. It didn't seem fair, just when she was getting started. "Let me ask you something. Now answer me truthfully. Is this your first time, first time ever with a man?" She hesitated, debating whether to tell him the truth, thinking he'd kick her out if he really knew.
He shook her for an answer. No words came. Instead she just nodded her beautiful head and surrendered herself to his wishes.
"Just as I thought," he said, "so the big come-on was just a show? Well, I'll tell you what. You came into this shed a virgin and you're gonna leave a virgin, but between coming and going, baby, we're gonna have ourselves one helluva ball. And no one need know the difference. Just follow what I tell you, O.K.?"
Now that he was fully in control, she felt better. Everything was out in the open. This time she wouldn't loose her cherry, but he promised that they'd have fun, and maybe next time he'd claim that membrane of hers. Maybe next time, she thought.
Through this verbal exchange she had not relinquished her firm hold on his erect peter. In fact, she had already begun sliding her small hand back and forth over its velvety surface.
"Whoa! Hold it, baby, or well be finished before we've had a chance to begin properly. Don't want me coming too soon now, do you?" he laughed easily, falling into this new role of teacher.
Lisa felt very relaxed with this man, although she'd only known him for the last ten minutes or so. There was just something about him that she trusted. And too, she really liked him. When you cut through all the bullshit of class difference and money and all that crap, he was one of the most likeable people she'd ever met. And right here in her own backyard.
He sat her on a low bench and stood before her. After what seemed ages to her waiting hands, he slowly unfastened his belt, pulled down his zipper, and let his baggy pants fall down around his knees. Now only the shorts were left.
She couldn't wait for him to do it. She was too heated up for mere formalities. Quickly, moving like a little cobra, she grabbed them low down and pulled. The snaps gave way and they floated down his hips to join his work pants.
And what a sight she uncovered. She couldn't believe her eyes: it was so big and beautiful to her. To make sure she was fully awake, she reached out and touched the object of her long pent-up desire. It was real all right. And live. In living color.
Every time she touched it, it flexed and jumped, sending a jolt of electricity all the way down to her hot, wet snatch. To have waited so long for this. Oh, she was going to enjoy every last moment of it. Milk the moment, sort of.
She grabbed at it with her right hand, working the skin back off the head. But her hand was too small, it just slipped off.
"Use both hands, baby, you'll get a better grip that way," he said. She followed his direction, doing as she was told, now gripping his pole with both hands as best as she could, all the while marveling at the perfect symmetry, the smoothness and the absolute power the huge cock right in front of her eyes seemed to command.
She pulled the skin back as far as it would go. The entire pink head popped into view. The organ resembled a flagpole, a flesh-colored flagpole with a large ornamental pink knob at the top.
Boy did she love what she was doing. This newly found toy was supersensitive, with a mind of its own. And she loved the reaction coming from her gardener.
"O.K., baby. Now for the serious stuff, let's get going. Just where the head meets the shaft, that's where I'm real sensitive. Put both hands there and work them back and forth real slow. That's it, yeah, right there. Now back and forth, slow like. Great, baby, just great That's it, baby. That's great!"
She never knew her little hands could bring anyone such ecstasy. This was a major turning point in her life. If by merely working his cock back and forth, a simple hand-job, she could have this big gardener ooohing and aaahing like this, what would really happen when she turned the juice on full force? He would go through the roof. No half-measures now. If you're going to do something, she thought, do it to the best of your ability. Do it with a passion.
Both of her little hands were now at work on this cock-flagpole in front of her. Even so it was all she could do to control it. The gardener's cock had simply gone wild, jumping around in her hands as though it had a life of its very own. And it was as sensitive as an old violin. But Lisa was a quick study with a marvelous sense of invention. In no time she was playing that supersensitive cock like an expert. Touching it and stroking it and rubbing it against her body, driving that poor gardener out of his mind.
There was only one thing she wanted at that moment. To have one hand free to satisfy that aching in her soaking-wet pussy. Or have the gardener do it for her. So far he had made no move toward her cunt. He seemed very contented to have her do all the work. And she was happy just pleasing him.
"O.K., baby, wet it! Wet my cock up good, little princess!" he groaned. His voice had changed tremendously, coming in a series of low-pitched deep bass groans. Was that the effect that a little inexperienced eighteen-year-old hot cunt could have on this big hulk? Wet it was what the man said, and wet it was what she needed to do. Only how? She could pop it in her mouth. That would be one way. Or what about the juice from her soaking-wet cunt? That would certainly be much better.
Her gardener was certainly not much help. His eyes were closed tight, shutting out the world, savoring the ministrations of his newly found fuck. She was on her own.
Quickly, deftly, without missing a single stroke, she shifted one hand free and undid the zippers at the sides of her jeans. Down came the fashionable flap at the front and in went her eager fingers, seeking out that warm wet haven that was her hot cunt.
Languidly she worked her fingers around and about the juicy interior getting them all wet and sticky, soggy with the delicious puss juice that was already soaking her panties. Boy was she hot! How she wanted to leave her fingers right where they were. It felt so good to have something in her wonderful pussy again.
But she had to take care of her gardener's needs. So reluctantly she withdrew her wet fingers and grabbing his jumping flagpole to steady the thing, she pulled the skin all the way back and slowly applied her precious golden liquid lubricant. Now they were really one. Her cunt juice got his cock to moving even smoother through her hands. Nothing like natural lubricant. What she really needed was a bit more.
So once again her fingers anxiously sorted out her flaming juice box. In they went around and around, getting good and wet Good and wet for her gardener lover. Anything to please this first man in her life. Every time she moved her fingers around that juice box of hers, the walls and membranes seemed to be secreting even more of their precious fluid. No danger of a shortage there. No siree, there was more than enough of puss juice flowing through Lisa's tight glory hole that day.
Then she withdrew them, having to fight the feeling all the way. Her own cunt muscles were very reluctant to let go. They grabbed at her fingers wanting to keep them there, wanting her very talented fingers to satiate the want the need within her quivering quim organ.
This time she concentrated the lubricant on the ornamental knob of her gardener's flagpole. This, she realized, was where he was most sensitive to her ever-so-slightest touch. Even the slightest contact set the head to palpitating and jumping. And set the gardener to groaning and moaning deeper in his throat. So to the cock head she went with her new load of warm puss juice.
Lovingly she smeared the thick sticky liquid, starting first at the extreme tip, where a small slit appeared in the smooth knob. This was real sensitive, the gardener was twitching and shaking like a man in the grips of a severe fever. But he was only in the well-accomplished hands of Lisa. From the tip, she worked the juice back to the crown, which caused more jumping and twitching on the gardener's part, and finally to the supersensitive area just where the head met the stick.
When she touched that part, the gardener must have jumped two feet in the air, groaning all the while. She really had his number.
"Baby, baby, what you do to me? I gonna be coming my brains out if you keep that up. Here," he said thrusting his pelvis up at her and moving his cock away from those expert hands for a moment, "Go to work on my nuts, little jailbait. Show my nuts that you appreciate them too. But gently, baby, gently."
She didn't want to leave his cock, now that she had the hang of it so well. In all truth, she was just beginning to discover how truly delicately sensitive the whole cock would be under the right conditions. She was cock happy, as delighted and contented as a small child with a new puppy.
That was before she saw the gardener's nuts. Balls, balls, balls! Big balls hanging in their own sac under his distended cock. Whereas she had previously passed over them in her anxiety to concentrate on the cock, now she was looking at them for the first time.
She reached out a hand experimentally to touch them. They too were alive and jumping. This was marvelous. She cupped them in the palm of her hand. This pair of come factories were alive and kicking, moving as she squeezed then gently, playing with them, rolling them around in their loose sacks, watching them hang low in their own fold of skin. She had discovered another very enjoyable game. She could play with cock and nuts all the day long. There was no way this game could ever get boring. Not in a million years. Not as long as she lived. This was too exciting.
She scratched them lightly with her fingernails and jiggled them around. Squeezed them up to the top of the sack until they were on either side of cock, then let them fall again to the bottom of the sack. She thoroughly explored all possibilities, and judging from the moans and groans coming from the gardener, he was having as much pleasure as when she concentrated on his cock. This made her feel very proud of herself. In no time flat, cock and balls were no longer the deep mysteries that they were before.
How else could she please him? She was very anxious to move on to other games, intent on making up for all the lost time.
"Is this O.K.? I mean, am I doing everything right?" she asked in that little-girl-lost voice of pure innocence. "Is there anything else that I can do to please you? Anything at all?"
Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at her as if she was so very far away, his face very serious and grave, eyes unblinking. What's come over him? she thought. I really believed he was enjoying this action. She continued to hold on to his cock and nuts. Nothing could pry her loose from these two toys. Not for a long time.
Then very slowly, with a voice that seemed to come from way down in his stomach, heavy and choking, he whispered, "Yes, my fine little fuck, there is one thing... One thing you can do."
This quieted any alarm she felt and once again she was her most cooperative self. "Name it," she said relieved, "Anything. Fm all yours. Just name it, fella."
He spun into action. Gently and as easily as if she were a postage stamp, he lifted her up and seated her on one of the plant benches. She was amazed at how deftly those large fingers moved, but before she could say "Jack Robinson" he had succeeded in stripping her jeans and her panties off. All in one beautiful action, her bare ass smarting against the rough lumber of the work bench.
His large hands shot up under the expensive cashmere sweater pushing her back until she rested on propped elbows. Next he brought both legs up, planting her delicate heels on the bench. This guy certainly knows what he's doing, she thought. Some experience!
Now her thirsty, trickling twat lay exposed, her legs wide open in a pair of inverted Vs on either side. She looked down at her own muff. Her muff which was now about to be given the treat of its life. The soft, pale-blond hair covering the mound was glistening with her own puss juice. Like dew-drops on the grass in the early morning, she thought. She just knew that her proud pussy was fully prepared for any eventualities. That's the way she liked it.
Like a flash, he was on her. Without any warning burying his head in her crotch, and sliding his long wet tongue deep into the delicate folds of her sweet tight pussy as far as her cherry membrane would allow. Heaven mixed with Hell. Sheer delight coupled with agonizing aching. The shock of this contact racked her body as if she was being buffeted by some strong whirlwind, caught in a hurricane of confusion. It felt soooo great. Total rapture flowing from her fiery furnace cunt.
All she wanted to do was get away from that feeling. It was more than she could handle without fainting. Too much for her inexperienced mind to fathom. But his great big rough hands held her fast They grabbed her titties as if they were two handles, forcing her back against the rough bench. There was no escape from this divine torture. No hiding place from his tongue.
Try as she might, her small hands made no impression on his massive shoulders. She pushed and shoved, digging her fingernails deep in the humped-up muscles, but to no avail. She was pinned to the bench, his skillful tongue darting in and out of her cunt, sliding back and forth, in and out of her aching hole in long graceful strides, each time bringing more heavenly pleasure than the last one. How could she stand so much pleasure?
She squirmed and screamed, desperate now for some relief from this new sensuous gratification. She pulled at his hair, trying in vain to push his head away from between her legs. Nothing worked. He was too strong for her. Her voice reduced to whispering, she cried out to him to...
"Aaaahhhhh" her throat wailed, "Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!" She was gasping for breath, sucking the hot air greedily into her lungs. "Aaaahhhh!" Seeking release from that pent-up feeling inside. "Aaaahhhhh!" Still the gardener pressed on, his tongue like a live snake plunging in and out of her kip, driving her out of her mind. How could she have ever dreamed that it would be like this! Like going to heaven without even dying! All the energy draining from her body. Wanting him to stop, NO! Not to stop. She didn't know anymore, she was so confused. Confused and drained of all her energy. With only her insatiable puss responding to that marvelously talented tongue battering her soft membranes. She was almost fainting with the pure rapture, delight a thousand times a thousand and over again filling every pore in her body. How could she explain this to her friends at school? Would they understand? A plant fell off the bench. No one paid any attention, so lost were they in their own little world of love, the thrill of her lifetime. And still his tongue went on, sucking and slurping, licking up everything in its path, cleaning her bush like a cat licking its fur, caressing her soft inner cunt muscles like a gentle breeze. "Aaaahhhhh!" Oh God, she was coming again. How many times was this already. Four? Five? Six? She had lost count. Who could keep score under such conditions? "Aaaaaahhhh!" Before she was desperately trying to get this cunt-sucking maniac away from her throbbing pussy. Now both hands were buried in his hair, pulling that incredible cunt-slurping machine closer, making sure it did not escape, making sure it remained right there between her legs making her come time and time again. Let the good times roll. Now she was sweating like a horse herself, her hair damp, her sweater, wet in spots. Still she felt great. Exhausted and satisfied and great. It wasn't every day you could run into something like this gardener. He was definitely a collector's item. And right now, she was doing all the collecting necessary.
As for her cunt-cleaning machine, he had his cock well in hand, amused by the reaction of this little sexpot he so enjoyed working on. For him there was nothing else that compared with going down on a nice clean young-as-possible cunt. A virgin cunt was even better; it was as if he was exploring previously uncharted territory, leaving his stamp, his mark where no one else had ever been before. Sure no matter what followed, she'd always remember him, for he was the first to arouse that passion in her young ripe body. This one was so different. A bit hotter, more anxious than the others, but one tongue up between the legs, into the warm inside of her soft cunt, a bit of resistance initially and then its all "open sesame" the cunt flew open so he could almost get his whole face into it. It was only when she grabbed his hair, pulling him more into it, that he began jacking himself off slowly. All in a day's work. And what a way to spend the day! If they'd met under different circumstances, then he'd really be able to show her how much he knew. He'd really be able to pleasure that pussy. And she'd love it too. Every last drop of it
But she was coming again. "Aaaaahhhh!" Her entire body was slowly dissolving, the gardener in a fog at her cunt, slowly stroking away at his big dong while his tongue lapped up the love juices flowing from her cunt, furiously licking at the in-sides of her thighs, lapping up every last bit ot the sweet liquid, a honey bee sucking on her natural nectar. "Aaaaahhhhh!" She could feel the absolute power of the man flowing through his body as the casual strokes built up to a full furious electric jackhammer, his hand skimming over the surface of his cock with a pounding insistence. He was appreaching his climax, she knew it instinctively, no one had to tell her. And "Aaaaahhhhh!" she was coming again too. The one remaining hand on her tits bruising and massaging them, that felt good, sending waves of pleasure down her body to meet the ones coming up from her cunt. All over her body tingled. A little drained and exhausted, but in superb rapturous excitement. Faster and faster he pumped his cock with a blind fury, the dilated cockhead popping in and out, in and out of his massive fist, faster, faster, faster, now you see it now you don't, faster, faster, faster, he was just on the verge of coming, faster, faster, faster... "Lisa! Lisa! Lisa, where are you?" Just when he was about to come, the voice of one of the maids, getting closer and closer. "Lisa, your Daddy's on the phone! He wants to talk to you! Lisa! Lisa!"
So Daddy wanted to talk to her. So what! She was getting something now that Daddy never wanted to give her. Oh! how she wanted him to do the things that this gardener was doing so expertly. But the silly goat of a man never caught on, or if her Daddy ever did, never showed the slightest interest in her that way. Now she had to go outside the family for it. And she was loving every single moment of the whole exercise. So fuck Daddy! Let him wait.
But the maid was insistent. "Lisa! Lisa! Where are you?" The interference was driving Lisa crazy. Why at this moment! she thought. Why couldn't they leave her in peace for five more minutes. That was all the time they needed. Was that too much to ask? Now she was quite angry, her eyes blazing with the fire from her cunt. Was there no privacy in this world?
But the gardener didn't seem to hear anything. He was too intently working on himself with his hand and on her succulent split with his face. It wouldn't do for the maid to find them in that position at all. There would be hell to pay. Especially this maid. She had been with the family even before Lisa was born, long before the big money started rolling in. She'd watched the little girl grow before her very eyes and loved Lisa more than she did her own children. Anybody but this maid!
Since her mother and brother had died in that terrible car accident, the poor woman had watched over Lisa like a guardian angel. Never wanting her father to send her away to those exclusive schools in Europe. Always wanting to keep her close. Lisa was sure if the old woman walked in on them now, she'd die right there. On the spot. Anything but this!
But she was in the throes of ecstasy. A dam of her own love juice building up inside her pussy walls and membranes. What could she do? It was cutting it close, but the devil take the hindmost. The voice was getting closer and closer. So was she. So was the gardener. "Aaaaggghhhhh!" There it was. That must have been the seventh or eighth time, and each time better than the last. Just then, too, she felt the gardener's muscles contract violently, the hand on her tit squeezing and pumping until it hurt her. He'd come too. Mission accomplished.
Immediately, he sprang to life, while she still lay in an exhausted near-faint from the sheer pleasure of it all, quickly hitching up his work pants, tucking his still-throbbing cock out of the way, wiping all traces of her savory puss juice from his moustache. Still she found it difficult to move. Her body was too drained; she just lay there propped up on her elbows.
Closer and closer came the voice. Just when she was about to go into an hysterical tirade against the well-meaning maid, the gardener helped her to her feet and into her boots, cunt still half-soaked with the wonderful man's spittle and her own juice. She knew the grounds better than the back of her hand. There was no time to get into both her panties and her jeans, so she just stuffed the panties into her sweater, and with the gardener's assistance, managed to get both legs into the jeans. Just before she pulled it all the way up, he doubled over and kissed her muff. "Just saying thanks and good-bye," he laughed, spinning her around suddenly and sticking his long, wet, and talented tongue halfway up her tight rosebud of an asshole. Wow! The shock of that absolutely delicious tingling tongue shook her body anew. Was there no end to the things he could do with his tongue? If that nosy maid hadn't interfered, she certainly would have found out. One thing was fixed in Lisa's mind as she stepped out the back door of the potting shed-tomorrow she'd most certainly be back for more. That gardener was worth his weight in pure gold. He was talented.
As she strode away from the scene of her suck-fest, she heard him explaining to the maid, "No, ma'am. No one's been here all day but me. I'll be sure if I see her to let her-know. What did you say she looked like?" Lisa knew her gardener lover was taking up the old woman's time, engaging her in conversation while Lisa got clean away. He was clever too, she thought.
Working her way back to the house, her asshole remained on fire. One thing for sure, she'd never paid it much attention before; it was just another part of her body, with its own functions and, sure she cleaned it meticulously, as she did every other part of her body. But who could've guessed that her asshole would turn out to be so sensitive to the right touch? Begging your pardon, tongue, for it was with his tongue that her gardener boyfriend had so very lovingly and expertly paid attention to her, to her now very alert and tingling asshole.
In so doing, he had opened up a whole new avenue of self-exploration to her already very efficient fingers. This was like discovering a new toy on a rainy day. It would keep her occupied for days on end, rainy or not. What would her friends in school say to that, she wondered. None of them had ever reported a sensuous asshole before. But that didn't mean that such a thing didn't exist
And what would her father would say and do if he ever caught on to that little torrid session in the potting shed? That would be a horse of another color altogether.
Not only would he be shocked at the thought of his daughter cat-spraddled on a plant bench, with a man lapping up all her delicious cunt juice while furiously jacking himself to kingdom come, but the fact that the man was just a gardener. That would be enough to trigger a heart attack
Always he sought to make her aware that his money meant that she would have only the best of everything. She was better than the rest of the world, except for the small clique who hovered in Malibu or Beverly Hills and such. Those were her social equals, those were her friends. His hard work and resultant money had made sure of that. And since her mother and brother died, the old man was even more socially conscious.
A gardener! She could almost hear her Daddy say the words, as she slipped noiselessly into the house, and up to her room.
CHAPTER THREE
She lay spread-eagle on a heap of old sails. Not the smooth terylene kind but the rough coarse canvas type. They were out to sea somewhere. Even in her state of panic, the persistent chug-chug of the diesels penetrated her skull. Intuitively she could tell the boat was moving slowly. The smell of fish hung in the air like the smog that always threatened to envelop Los Angeles completely.
Adding up what Lisa could smell, hear, and feel, adding it all up, she still couldn't come up with much. She was tied down by her wrists and ankles on a filthy stack of old canvas, on a fishing boat out to sea. But why? Money? Had she been kidnapped? None of them had told her anything. She didn't even know who they were.
And there was no light. She couldn't even see the walls of the smelly cabin in which she was confined. That meant it probably was night. Now her ears picked up the scurrying sounds of some small animal close by. A rat? That's what it was. A ship rat.
Now she was really scared. Why were those faceless men doing this to her? How did she ever get there in the first place? One question only led to another. All she remembered was walking along the pier at that fancy Yacht Club in Marina Del Rey, in the direction of the very beautiful motor-sailer that was Daddy's, and wham-ol Nothing. Everything went black after that.
And she was still dressed in that skimpy string bikini, with the white terrycloth sailing jacket over it. All peaches and cream, la creme de la creme if you know what I mean. And not a single strand of hair on the peach part either. Except where it counted. And there it was soft and blond. Just peach fuzz on one hell of a beautiful California peach.
And legs that would compare very favorably with the best in the land to boot. Long and shapely. Not a single scar or blemish, all round healthy legs. Just the kind you saw parading across the ramp at a Miss Universe contest. The kind you saw in one of the old Busby Berkeley musicals. One in a million legs. And all in one super-cute, almost eighteen-year-old package.
And she knew it too. Even at the Marina where so many of Los Angeles's better known playgirls spent a lot of their time, getting in and out of the skimpiest bikinis possible, she still drew the attention of the hot horny studs around. Many people wanted to know who she was, and many an agent approached her with all sorts of ludicrous offers. But she only laughed at them, the ones who got close enough, still hiding behind that sweet innocence that she knew to play so very well.
But now, in this predicament, no shy innocent-as-a-lamb coyness could be counted on to get her through. No siree, she just knew that whatever those men out there wanted, pussy was part of the whole package. Her pussy. In all its virginal splendor. And neither would the fact that she still had her cherry deter them either. That could be counted on to spur them on. After all, it's not every day a man meets a cute-as-a-button, stacked virgin.
And now, to add to her mental confusion, the sound of men's voices drifted into the dark smelly cabin. Laughing and talking among themselves. Only it was more like an argument than a conversation. She cocked her fragile little ears and listened. Her! They were discussing her. Or better still, it was her body that was the topic of disagreement. Who would be the first? The first to fuck the living daylights out of her virtuous tight puss. The one to have the honor of bursting through that cherry of hers. Of breaking her in. Closer and closer the voices came to the cabin door. Oh! Oh! Oh! They were coming to get her now. Those rough and crude fishermen, they were coming for her, for her juicy cunt.
Then a voice floated in above the others. "Wait a minute!" this one shouted. "Wait just one goddam minute! We can't all fuck her at the same time . . ." And why not! she wondered. She had three pure pleasure holes. Surely even the most ignorant of novices could accommodate one cock each in her mouth, her asshole, and her cunt. Might take some acrobatics, but even a fool could count three holes. And three holes, then three cocks.
But the voice continued, still shouting above the others, in command of the situation now even if slightly slurred from too much wine. "Here. Three strings. Whoever gets the longest piece, gets the choicest piece of pussy any of us have seen for a long time. That's 'bout fair, isn't it?" The other men grunted their agreement
Although she was still scared about the outcome of the whole matter, she was getting turned on by the mere thought that these men really appreciated the fine condition of her body, and that they were drawing strings for her. One first, and the others lining up outside her door, she who'd never been fucked before going from zero to a line. She could already see them jacking off their big dongs, too anxious to wait any length of time. Right now, the way her twat was twitching away was driving every shred of fear out of her body.
Then the voices were at it again, one much louder than the others. "Ha! Ha! Ha! That's me. I've got the longest. I win! I win!" He seemed beside himself with excitement, as he moved closer to the door. Coming, coming to get her.
"That's what I was afraid of, Jack. With that tool of yours, her poor cunt is gonna be so stretched and out of shape that for us slobs that follow, it'll be just like fucking an open window. Tell you what," this older voice of reason continued, 'Til give you twenty bucks for first dip in that cunt. Here." There was a rustle of bills, "Thirty, forty . . . fifty!" It was like an auction, with her warm cunt the prize.
But Jack was adamant. "No way," he said, "not for a fucking month's pay. Not for a thousand dollars. The first time belongs to me."
Was her cherry really worth that much? More than one thousand dollars to a hard-working fisherman? She laughed to think of the times she was so willing to just give it away. But the smile froze on her lips, for the door opened and a tall shadow slipped into the room, still shouting at his mates, "Don't worry fellas! There's enough here to go around. Even for seconds and thirds," he was laughing at his own joke now, "One thing about pussy, it never wears out. You can ride and ride all night long . . . And in the morning, it's still there, good as ever."
With that final repartee, the door slammed shut, and the tall shadow moved toward the stack of rough canvas on which she was so helplessly tied. Now the smell of fish mingled with that of strong liquor. He fumbled around in his pockets, searching for something. A lighter went into action; the long tongue of flame was applied to a lantern and she could see the small cabin and this fisherman for the first time. It seemed to be some kind of storeroom, with piles and coils of fishing paraphernalia stacked all around her.
The man approached her slowly, setting the lantern on a hook hanging from the low ceiling. He was older than she had imagined, his work clothes hanging about him almost in tatters, grimy and stained, and everywhere the pungent odor of fish, dead and dying.
Oh God! No! Not this way! But the old fisherman, Jack, was grinning a toothless smile, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a real fine treat.
"Well, well, well! Let's see what's dropped into old Jack's pot today. A tasty little morsel, no doubt. Something nice to just gobble up, eh!"
No! No! No! Please God, don't let that old man come near me!
"Hey, come on, my little princess, don't look so scared. Old Jack's not gonna hurt you. Come on, smile. Tell me you like me, cause old Jack's got something nice for you. Something you're really gonna like!" And all the while he was holding that enormous, obscene bulge in his pants. It was almost as if a snake was coiled there. "As a matter of fact, you'll just love what I have here. And you wanna know something, its all for you, my cute little blond princess. All yours." He was rubbing his cock through his patched pants all the while, a faraway smile on his face. "See," he said, "Jack's gonna be very nice to you. All I ask is that you be nice to me too, eh princess?"
He started to chuckle low in his throat, but a racking cough cut it off, almost choking him. He spat the phlegm into a corner, wiping the remains off his thin lips with the back of his bony hand. "Too many cold nights out here," he said, "but you're gonna change all that aren't you? You're gonna keep old Jack nice and warm tonight. And after. Well, there's the whole darn fucking crew! Can a nice little body like yours ask for more? The whole damned fucking crew! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Finally she got her tightened throat muscles working again.
"Please, I don't know who you are, or what you want. But please don't hurt me. Just take me back to the Marina and I'll forget any of this ever happened. And TO give you money too. Loads of it Please don't hurt me, mister."
"Worried, eh?" he said. "TO tell you what. No one is gonna hurt you, leastwise not with our hands. And well take you back just when we are nice and ready. Not before, so get that straight And about money, what's a group of poor fishermen, such as us, gonna do with money, when we have the chance to fuck the cleanest, nicest young pussy to come this way in ages? Answer me that! What's money compared with what you got, princess?"
He pulled the rough, rotting canvas away from her body, still grinning. "Just checking, princess, just checking the merchandise. Sweet. Real sweet. So smooth and soft and sweet. Just like I could bite it, eh!" So saying, he reached down and nibbled at her smooth-as-silk flesh. First on her stomach, then on her thighs.
She shrank away, straining against her bonds, a faint cry escaping her lips. "Please, please!"
But this only served to excite old Jack more than ever. "Please, please!" he mimicked her, "Please what? Please do? Or please don't? Eh! Which is it gonna be, princess? Sweet, so sweet. You know something? I like you a lot. And when you get to know old Jack better, you'll like me, too, I bet. Why don't you just relax and stop all that nonsense about please this and please that. See," now he was grabbing his massive dong, and thrusting it at her, "See what I've got for you. It's all yours, princess."
He reached out and touched her silken blond hair, twisting it around and around, twining it around his dirty fingers, patting her head gently, smoothing the hair away from her face.
"Nice. So very nice. Better than anything we've had around here for a long time. And you want to go home. Just when the party is about to start. Go home and leave this." Again he grabbed his cock, almost shaking it like a stick at her, through his baggy pants.
Now she really began to whine and whimper in all earnest, soft like an injured puppy, scared to hell.
"And such a beautiful mouth too," he continued, oblivious to her discomfort. "Look at those lips. Aren't they the sweetest, softest things you ever saw?" He ran his filthy hands across them. "Like velvet, I bet they could kiss real nice."
With that, he bent down, coming closer to her face. But she was twisting and turning, trying her very best to avoid the stench of stale liquor and cigarettes. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of her hair, steadying her head, imprisoning her properly.
He kissed her, his haggard lips pressing against her, his tongue, thick with muck, pushing into her mouth.
"See, that wasn't so bad now. Was it?" Once more his fingers ran up across her mouth and he pushed her lips apart, sliding thumb and forefinger between teeth and cheeks, trying to pry her mouth open. Finding some hidden reservoir of strength, she resisted his every effort, but he was too stong for her.
"Ah, such a nice pink tongue. So healthy, so clean. Next time I kiss you, I want to suck on that soft tongue of yours!"
Now he brought his lips to hers again. She fought him with every muscle until he squeezed her nostrils shut, forcing her to open her mouth. His flicking tongue darted in, leisurely exploring the deep recesses of her mouth and throat, under her tongue, between teeth and gums, in long, slow, flicking movements to the back of her throat. Back and forth all the time.
Fainting from lack of air, she did the only thing she possibly could to rid herself of this menace. She bit down as hard as she could on his tongue. But she wasn't quick enough. It slid out of her mouth before her teeth could do much damage. But old Jack was enraged, his face going deep purple.
"Bad little princess!" he shouted, slapping her hard against the side of the head, then bringing his hand back and wiping his prominent knuckles against her jaw. "Next time, I'll knock your damned block off, princess. Is this all the thanks I get for being so nice to you, eh? Bite, bite that." So saying he rammed two fingers down her throat until she choked.
Try as she might, she could hold the tears back no longer. It was just to much for her to comprehend. So he wants his pussy, she thought through the maze of tears. Then take it. But this torture, this she just couldn't understand.
"Here, here, why are you crying? Old Jack only punishes bad little girls. How can I get on with the business at hand when you're making all that noise? Eh? Maybe if I stuff a piece of this smelly old canvas into your mouth, we'll get some quiet around here. But we'll come back to your mouth soon. So sweet, so soft. I bet you could give a real good blow job, eh? My cock would really like that, princess. To have those satin-soft lips, that velvet-smooth tongue working on my hard cock. That's what it's all about, little princess."
Digging his grubby fingers deep into her hair and twisting her face into his, he looked her straight in the eyes, his putrid breath filling her senses.
"And what's this now? Lovely big crocodile tears! But old Jack is gonna tell you something they kinda turn me on more. Uh-huh. It really gets my cock nice and stiff and hard, if you know what I mean, watching those big rollers tumble down your face, princess. And the stiffer and harder this old cock of mine is, princess, the heavier the pounding that little tight wad of a cunt of yours is gonna get. So just you cry on, princess, your cunt is gonna pay for it in the end."
Now he was fingering the terrycloth boating jacket she was wearing over the bikini, his coarse hands reached up to her shoulders and he ripped it all the way down to her waist.
"Now, isn't that better? Now we can see what else there is under there. Wellllll...what's this? Oh, such deliciously sweet little titties, just like little apples, little golden apples just waiting for old Jack to come along and rub them good. And those nipples? So nice and brown. And, what have we here? I don't believe it. How come your titties and nipples go all soft when old Jack rubs them? Maybe they need more than just that? What would they do if I pinch them like this, eh, princess?"
With that he pinched first her right nipple, then her left, holding the soft flesh between his coarse hands and tweaking them but good. Lisa squirmed from the pain, sudden and unexpected as it was. How much more of this torture would she have to go through, she wondered. Was the rest of the crew as sadistic as this old brute?
"And look at the way you wiggle around when I pinch you! You like it, eh, princess. Weeeee! Knew I'd get to that cold haughty exterior soon. But don't cry, princess, the best is yet to come."
Standing up straight, he let his pants fall to the floor. His cock stood out stiff and hard, bigger than the gardener's. This old man had one hell of a hard-on.
"See what I've been promising you, princess? Hell, I'm sure you didn't think an old croak like me could have such a big bouncing cock, now did you? A whole lifetime of work hard work, mind you, only improves the size of a man's cock. But what would you know about that, eh princess? See how nice and hard it is, just for you. I bet you can't wait to get to work on it. You like how I play with it Only priming it up, princess, for the main course. That's you, princess, the main course. Now while I play with your titties and nipples, you can think of all those nice things that you'll be doing to this big cock of mine. See, don't cry anymore, this cock is guaranteed to make you feel great, princess. Look at the way he's jumping.
"Can't wait to get into your tight little royal kip. Way up into that little tight pussy of yours, then we'll both feel real good. Don't worry none, princess, everything's gonna be just fine. But first things first, as my Daddy used to say. And first, I want you to suck on my dick and get it all nice and wet. Just like a lollipop. Come on princess, old Jack wants you to suck on his dick, and old Jack doesn't like to be kept waiting. You know how much you want to do it, eh princess?"
But she was sobbing again. The way he addressed her as princess reminded her so much of her father. Her father who would never do anything to hurt her. And how could she be expected to put that smelly cock into her mouth. Never! If it were a clean cock, why, he wouldn't even have to ask. It would be a fulfillment of all those nights she'd dreamt of licking, sucking on a nice fat juicy cock. But this smelly monster? She'd bite him first. And right where he'd feel it the most.
"But before you do that, I'll tell you what else is in store for you. A preview of the goodies, princess.
After I'm through with that tight cunt hole of yours, I'll let you suck it some more. To get it all hard and ready again. Old Jack ain't what he used to be. Unh-unh, now he needs a bit of rest between rounds. Just to catch his breath. And while I'm doing that, why you can get your rocks off, just licking away on my cock. And when it's good and hard again, guess what old Jack's gonna do with it?"
He paused, as if really expecting her to answer.
"I'm gonna pay a visit to that tight Utile asshole of yours. Going visiting through the back door. Nice and easy. No big hurry here. Exploring the deep dark secrets of your sweet asshole. What could be more exciting than that, eh princess? And you'll enjoy it so much that you'll beg me not to stop. Yes, princess, old Jack's really gonna take care of you special. And after that, if there's anything special you want to do, just let me know, say the word. After tonight you'll never forget old Jack."
She turned her face away from the grinning lecher. This only antagonized him for he grabbed her head once more, and kneeling at her side, forced her face into a direct line with his solid erect cock. My God, she thought, anything but this!
"See my bulging cock, princess. Ain't it a beauty? I can bet just the sight of this big thing turns all that delicious cunt juice flowing in that tight little box of yours. And see what you do to me? Now I am all excited, and my cock wants to roll around that beautiful face of yours, round and round in those big beautiful tears, round and round in that beautiful golden hair of yours. And into your soft mouth, between those nice lips. My Utile princess, old Jack and you is gonna have a whale of a time. Just us two. And after that, the crew. O.K!"
He still had her held firmly by the hair, and with a quick flick of his wrist, brought her face directly under his cock, so that she was looking directly at his grimy balls, his cock resting across her very nose, so that she could feel its weight pressing into her face. Her nostrils picked up all the odors of the unwashed, all mixed with the ever-present fish.
"Hey, little princess, just think of me as your Daddy. Didn't you never dream of your Daddy doing all these things to you? Of cuddling up close to you and letting you play with his cock? Of making you feel that you was his one and only little girl? Hell, sure you did. Every little princess all across America dreams of things like that. So let's just pretend that I'm your Daddy. See, isn't that better already?"
This brought a halt to her crying; she was filled instead with a deep-seated hatred for this dirty lout. Sure she had the most intimate and erotic dreams about her Daddy. Sure she wished he could do a lot of things with her. But, at least, her Daddy washed; he was clean. This thing pawing her soft body was a filthy unwashed animal. A maniac.
"Jesus H. Christ! You make me so hot," he continued, "it makes me want to stuff my cock down your very beautiful throat right now. And spurt my come all the way down into your goddam stomach. That's want I wanna do with you, you little bitch. But first, lemme just see the rest of the goods."
And with that old Jack completely tore the rest of her sailing jacket, freeing her body. With one whip of his hand, the bottom half of the string bikini was lying near the rest of her clothes. She was completely naked, and helpless. Entirely at the mercy of old Jack, who was now running his hands over the surface of her body, not knowing which part of this firm young flesh really excited him the most. From her little button nose to the tips of her well-manicured toes, she was prime material, the likes of which he had never seen. For the first time, he was almost speechless. His bloated cock is twitching and jumping, all hot and bothered.
But soon he found his tongue again. "You are really a little princess, more so than Td imagined. Look at that body. Perfect as the sunrise. And prettier too. You know what? I am really gonna take my sweet time and love every bit of your cute young body."
With that he spun around with amazing agility for an old man and settled himself at the other end, licking her clean, well-manicured toes into his fetid mouth, working them round and round with his slimy saliva as he gently jacked himself off, his swollen cock moving easily through his bony hand.
Slowly he inched his way upward. To her trim ankles and delightful calves, all the time sucking and nibbling, slurping and biting his way forward. Toward his ultimate goal, the golden triangle of sweet virgin cunt at the top of her legs. Now he was at the exquisitely molded thighs, going from one to the other, finding them equally beautiful, nipping at the immaculate flesh, leaving a trail of quarter-size hickies in his wake, each one just a little redder than the one before.
Now he was almost there, the slow and deliberate closing in on that delicious pussy serving to build the passion coursing through his body. He was like a jungle predator stalking out a wounded prey. No fuss. Sooner or later he was going right into that succulent young cunt. Now he was on the very threshold of glory. He paused for a moment, hesitantly. But he only wanted to spread her legs further apart, to make himself more comfortable. And to fully appraise that juicy kip he was about to ravish.
He pried her legs further apart, until they could go no more. She was completely vulnerable to his tongue now. There was no way out, no way she could escape the battering ahead. She closed her eyes, hoping to blot everything out. Old Jack paused for a moment, savoring every single second.
"Why, little princess, ain't that a sight to behold? Look at that muff!" He passed his hand over the soft golden fuzz covering the entrance to her tight glory hole, gently at first, and then as the passion seized him, grabbing a handful of the wispy blond down. She flinched from the sudden pain, hating him more for drawing out the agony. Then he quieted down, smoothing the hair.
Parting her cunt lips, he became all excited once more. She felt his bloated cock bouncing against her thigh, on the outside almost like a walking stick.
"What a cunt!" he whistled, in a high-pitched voice, "So soft and pink. Like the inside of a giant sea-shell. And so juicy too. How in hell did you stay a virgin so long, princess? With a cunt like this one, so sweet, so juicy, so nice."
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his head into the luscious crevice between her pussy lips, his tongue slowly plunging into the breech of her savory pussy, exploring every fold of her delicate membranes, examining every ounce of skin, penetrating every little crack, plundering the secrets of her honey-pot cunt.
Now he was fully obsessed with what he was doing, pumping his cock at a mile a minute and sighing contently . . . "Pussy, oh pretty pussy, pussy ... pussy paradise...sweet pussy!"
"What was that, Lisa? What did you say?"
It was Bobbi who spoke, but the sputtering, choking cough of the old maid caught Lisa's attention. It rang in her ears shattering the daydream. Startled, Lisa looked up at the two women whose stare she couldn't quite comprehend.
"Oh, I don't know what it was, I must have been dreaming."
But all the while her mind is racing. Did she actually say it? Did she put her daydream into words? She must have, for why were they looking at her like that.
She tried to change the subject quickly hoping to cover her embarrassment, all the time wondering what it was she had actually said. What could disturb these two females so?
"Oh, I really don't know. It is so hot today. Look how I am sweating already and it isn't even midday yet."
Deep down inside, she knew that it was not the heat of the day that had her so hot and bothered. It was her little daydream, following so close behind that torrid session with the gardener. In the short space of a little less than two hours, she'd not only had her cunt slurped expertly by a very talented man, but she'd also had that horrible daydream with that filthy old man.
No wonder she was bathed in perspiration. And her cunt. That was in no less condition either. It was sousing, soaking wet. Why, even the crotch of her jeans was soaked through. This was all pretty heady stuff for a novice, but nevertheless she loved the tingly feeling both episodes had left her with.
If she could only escape the stares of these two women, she could retire to the privacy of her own bath, fill the tub up with warm suds, and mull over the morning's achievements at her own leisure.
But why the hell should she care about what these two thought anyway! They were being paid by her father to take care of her. So what the heck! A newly born defiance was slowly rising to the surface. Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! She was going to lay down some new laws around the house now. Sure she still had to show her father the respect due him, but she'd make sure that he realized that she was no longer a child. She was almost a full-fledged woman.
There were kids her age with babies! From now on they would have to look up and take notice of Lisa. And no more little Lisa either. As soon as her father came home, she'd sit down and have a long talk with him. He was a reasonable man, she was sure. He could be made to see her way. She was reluctant to do anything which would hurt the old man; he'd had enough hurt in his life already. What with that horrible car crash, and her mother and brother dying in one swipe. It was a heavy burden for her Daddy.
But he recovered splendidly. Better than most people expected. By burying himself in the business, constantly expanding and eventually going into the retailing end of it himself, Daddy had built his reduced family a strong financial future. But he must be a lonely man, she thought. Never had she heard mention of another woman in his life. And when she was home for the summer, they always went out together.
He was still a young man, by all counts, although she liked to teasingly refer to him as the "old man." She was sure that he could still get it up. Hell! Charlie Chaplin was still fucking strong well into his seventies. And Daddy was nowhere near that age. And he was handsome too, with those patches of silver grey on either side of his head. It made him look distinguished.
Maybe if she really rebelled against all this, he would come to his senses and realize that it was time he did a little fucking around. Before it was too late. He could have any number of women. Women always seemed to be able to sniff out money. One thing for certain, he had his share of that commodity, too.
So, in her round-about way of thinking, Lisa decided that she'd really be helping them both, by having a real heart-to-heart with her father. Laying it on the line, as it were. She stood to gain her freedom from all this restrictive bullshit. He stood to gain his freedom from what he viewed as his responsibility to her.
She got up from the pool chair and stretched her beautiful body to limber up her muscles.
"It must be cooler in the house," she said. "I'll guess, I'll just fill up the tub and soak for a while."
Both women rushed to her assistance. She waved them away.
"Oh, come on. Fm not a baby anymore. I can do something for myself. I'll be all right."
She walked away from them, swaying her hips back and forth in an exaggerated Marilyn Monroe parody. This was a new Lisa they were seeing. A Lisa on the brink of achieving her own independence.
Freedom and independence. These were beautiful and marvelous words, Lisa decided, as she felt the cold looks of the two women burn her back. It felt so good to be alive she put an extra spring in her step, her tits bouncing, her ass swinging. Slow dancing, just swaying to her own body music.
And one thing more. She was sure that sooner or later Bobbi would find some excuse to come into her room. The mere thought of being able to have that power over another human being, even if it was another woman, exhilarated the shit out of our Lisa. The things she made that woman say and do.
If the worse came to worst, she would be able to use that like an axe over Bobbi's head. She didn't want to have to do that, but if it couldn't be helped . ..
A surge of power was definitely flowing through her veins now.
And Lisa loved it! It was like being born anew!
With one final swing of her asscheeks, Lisa disappeared into the house, mounting the steps to her room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sinking deep for the second time that day in a cloud of white billowing hot suds, watching her exquisitely lovely body settle down in the warmth of the tub, Lisa relaxed. It felt good on her skin, sitting in all that balmy bubble bath, thinking of all the things she'd resolved just a few minutes ago, with her nifty fingers in their favorite spot, the button-toy of a clit that gave her so much real down-to-earth pleasure.
What else can you do when you have a twitching twat that seemed to live a life built around her fingers and those super-cute tits that got all hard at the mere thought of cock? No more acceptance of the social position that only imprisoned her. No more passive little idiot accepting other people's standards. Her life was her own, to do with as she pleased, from now on.
And it was all normal. I mean, she thought, people fucked every day of their lives. It was like eating, like going to the bathroom. Another body function. No need to make a big issue of it. Fucking was healthy too. It was splendid exercise and a real up way of beginning the day. That repression bullshit just made you want the stuff more. The more that was made of the whole thing, the more you wanted to experience it for yourself.
But her fingers' aimless dawdling with her clit had already set in motion a whole series of reaction within her body. The thinking chain stopped; there were more urgent things to consider, like what the hell to do about her hard nipples and her jewel-box of a cunt, from which all manner of miraculous thrills went shooting through her lithe body.
Why, take care of it, of course! She didn't have to be told that!
Gracefully, with loving care, she gently squeezed the hard nipples using only the very tips of her long fingers on those very tender orbs of delight. No matter how many times she touched those nipples in the past, every time seemed like the first time. The same sense of exhilaration, the same body-shaking invigorating thrill. Like a small electric current. No energy crisis as far as Lisa's body was concerned. Just touch her tits and sparks flew.
Harder and harder they got as she fondled them affectionately. And still harder yet. Superhard, so that they felt warmer than the water, and so responsive. This was something she really enjoyed, making love to her own body, taking as much time as she needed. Unhurried. She had the whole day ahead.
She kissed her gracefully formed shoulders, her soft lips just brushing the surface, like the wings of a small bird, her tongue flicking out, time and again, to lend just that extra bit of attention to the velvet-smooth skin. Painstakingly slow, she reached the downy petal smooth inside of her elbow. Then she started all over again, kissing her way back to the starting point, bringing her shoulder up so that it rubbed against her cheeks, opening her mouth and gently biting herself. This felt so very good, and for the first time in her life, she felt absolutely no guilt about what she was doing either.
Up and down both shoulders she went a couple times, then brought the tips of her sensitive fingers up around each tit under her arms, playing with the soft stubble of her armpits, the faint trace of peach fuzz that she needed to shave only once a week or so. This set her all atwitter with a frantic urgency in the very depths of her all-excited cunt.
She lifted one long beautiful leg clear of the water, and with her right hand gracefully caressed the wet skin, feeling the passionate tenderness flowing out of her fingertips into her lovely limbs. Down the outside of her thighs to her dainty knees and captivating calves, right down to the heel. On this she used a pumice stone, erasing any trace of the minutest callous. Hers was the perfect body and she aimed to keep it that way as long as humanly possible. No early going to seed here. She believed the body was the most beautiful gift for any woman; keeping it that way only necessitated a little effort on her part.
The major part of her body clean, Lisa turned her attention to the passion raving down inside her. Again her clever little hands found the hard nipples of her orange bud titties. They were nice and solidly hard, horny hard. Just the way she liked them. Touching them that way felt so good! It sent her body to shuddering from pure simple delight.
What wouldn't she give to have that big gardener right there in her bathroom, with those very talented hands of his? Sharing her bath. Why they could even fuck right in the tub. That would be ideal. That way she could slide the door open and look at the action in the mirrored wall of her dressing area.
Thinking about her gardener and the way he inflamed her greedy body, brought her right back to her rosebud-tight asshole and the sudden rush of delight that pounded her head when he had stuck that long wet tongue of his into it. Her gardener lover had made love to her asshole. That it could be so sensuous had never occurred to her before. Her gardener had opened a whole new world of pleasure to her. But now she was liberated. There was no need to be squeamish about that. This was what liberation meant to her. Do what you want as long as it pleases you, and doesn't hurt others. She was going to do just that.
With the kind of vivid imagination Lisa had developed of late, it didn't take too much effort to go from thought to action. Merely thinking about the gardener had set her asshole to twitching almost as much as her twat was. Thanks to him, and his patience with a novice, she now had two glory holes, two pleasure palaces. How could she ever tire of this new game? When all that was required was to switch from one hole to the other.
But that thought should have occurred to her before. Her cunt and asshole were so close together, they just had to be equally, or almost anyway, satisfying! To have gone so long without even suspecting! Now she was going to make up for that!
Up from the tub she got. An eighteen-year-old version of Aphrodite rising from the sea, in all her glory, the bubble-bath suds clinging to her body like foam from angry waves: a picture of sheer innocent loveliness. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror lining one complete wall of her dressing room. By tilting the ones opposite, she found she could have a three dimensional picture of everything. A thousand mirror images of Lisa were all looking back at her, all showing that divinely sweet body of hers, the flat stomach, the beautifully carved, hard-as-hell titties, the round-as-a-quarter, brown prominent nipples, the fine blond bush so daintily curled about the entrance to her tunnel of a cunt, soft and pliable, her long lithe legs and, more than ever, the meticulously molded firm asscheeks, curving out from her erect back. What a package, everything in the right place, in just the right proportion. Jacqueline Bisset, eat your heart out!
For the umpteenth time that day, she was aware of how beautiful she really was, and the sort of effect that could have on men. Let the voyage of discovery begin, she said to herself. This time she was really going to explore her entire body, from top to bottom. Standing sideways, with her chin in the air, her back straight, her limbs hanging loose at her side, she could have taken the place of any of of those high-fashion models in Paris. Her eyes, alert and darting from mirror to mirror, kept telling her the same thing, as she slowly turned her head to one side, up over a shoulder, tilting her head so that the light caught her face, she finally looked back over her shoulder until her eyes came to rest on the outcropping of overhanging flesh that was her ass. Try as she might, she just couldn't take her eyes off that ass of hers. One awakening and bingo, that was the part of her body on which everything seemed to be concentrated.
Look at that ass! See Lisa look at her ass! See Lisa touch it!
Up on tippy toes to have a better streamlined effect, she ran her fingers lightly across the glossy skin, playing for a moment with the two cute dimples, in the small of her back, just where it ran into her ass. Goose bumps covered her entirely. This new game was definitely one helluva turn on. How stupidly careless of her not to have discovered this avenue of sensuality before!
But, what was it truly and actually like between that crack that only concealed the inner workings? That was one thing that she wanted to find out immediately. Still looking over her shoulders, eyes glued to her sexy asscheeks, she reached back there with both hands and gently parted the crack. Not much to be seen from that angle. It was all wrong. Try another one, Lisa!
Slowly, eyes still on that new toy, she straightened her frame and bent her back, hands resting on her knees. This was so much better, for her asscheeks were now ballooned out behind her. Still she was right up against the mirror. Perfect.
Balanced on her toes, Lisa reached both hands behind her and deliberately spread that delicious ass of hers wide, slowly, prolonging the action as much as possible, parting the curtain on yet another avenue of delight for her insatiable appetite.
This was fun! Her biggest discovery since that day when she stumbled on the excruciating pleasure that could be derived from her cunt and her little tender clit. Wow! What she could do with this new innovation! Why, she could play with both holes in tandem! Or one after the other! Or whatever she liked!
For the first time she watched the pink fleshy asscheeks come apart, rounded globes of her own flesh, hiding the tight rosebud asshole that the gardener had brought to life with his agile tongue, a deeper pink, tightly sphinctered entrance to excitement. The whole thing was intoxicating, to say the least. That oh-so-tight hole, at the top of her long, slender legs, her spirit soaring under the newly found source of energy. Like some absurdly funny pantomime in which she was the principal actress, there was no way she could tear herself away from this new highway of delight. This was almost like writing a poem to her ass.
Yet even during the exploration of her ass and the goodness beyond, Lisa continued to be aware of the pangs of passion arising from her titties. These two super-hard organs were really turned on, too. Her entire body was reacting, for her neglected cunt was wetter than ever, anticipating what was about to happen.
But there were all sorts of ways to play the violin of a newly discovered pleasure. Spread your legs, Lisa, get a better view! Do a high kick, like a cancan dancer at the Moulin Rouge! Crouch, like a football player awaiting the snap. Put one leg up on the dressing table counter, on a chair, on the other knee, like a flamingo standing in shallow water. Up on tiptoe with her hands held high above her head, she whirled and pirouetted. All the time she was concentrating so much on her ass and the itching there. Just knowing that something had to be done about it. It was begging to be touched in a way it had never been touched before!
That urgency, that pressing desire to satisfy this new boulevard of excitement, was simply too much to put off any longer. Just like she'd done with her lovely pussy so many times before, she cautiously played the entrance to that hot hole with the extreme tip of her finger. Getting the muscles all relaxed and easy, relieving all the tension built up there by her preamble to the main event. But there was something quite unlike playing in her puss. The hole was tight, true, but there was no lubricant to ease the way. The ass did not juice up like the pussy did! It was totally different kettle of fish, this ass.
So this ingenious girl stuck the finger in her mouth, wetting it good and proper with all that hot spit. This time she was all ready. Once more into her hot asshole she went. This time the muscles gave way willingly to her finger. It went in all the way up to the first joint. And not an ounce of pain. It was better than she had thought, this new game.
So why not a little wriggling around? To test things a bit. Slowly, she began to move the finger around and around, loosening up those tight muscles that just enjoyed grabbing her finger, holding it fast. This was nice, very nice indeed. But what she needed most was a better lubricant. And more of it.
She ambled over to the bathroom cabinet with its storehouse of goodies, all the time keeping the swaying movement of her buns in view. Searching around, among all the jars there, she came up with some cold cream. Just what the doctor ordered.
Daintily, as if she was frosting a cake, she dabbed the tip of that pleasuring finger into the jar, and then, deciding to go whole hog, she plunged her entire finger into the goo, coating it well. Just at that moment, as if collaborating with her decision, her asshole went mad with delight, twitching in wild anticipation like it had never done before!
And Lisa was not about to disappoint that flaming hot hole either! There was too much at stake! She'd gone too far to back out now. The die was cast; her asshole would be pleasured until she could take it no more. Then she'd switch to her soaking wet hot porthole of a quivering cunt. From one wholesome hole to the next. And back again, if it so pleased her. And why not? Wasn't it her body, to do with as she very well pleased?
With that thought in mind, she arranged her body on the floor, right up against the mirror (she wanted to see every bit of this so she'd have it etched in her mind when she told her-squeamish high-class friends about it). This wasn't quite the position she'd hoped for, so a quick switch brought her legs up on the mirror, with her body at right angles to it. That was infinitely better. Just spread the legs now, as wide as they would go. Perfect. Not only her ass, but her beautiful muff was in full view. And all by just looking over the little mound formed by her titties. What more could she ask from her agile body! Tits, cunt, ass! All in a straight line! Wow!
She paused only momentarily to give her warm wet receptacle of a cunt a quick once-over, and was struck by. the beauty of her box. So delicate and pink-looking, such exquisite folds of skin and filmy membranes, and all glistening with the juice of nature's own lubricant. Were it not for the urgent itching of her own asshole, Lisa would have dropped "Project Backdoor" right then and there to concentrate on that most lovely of cunts.
Without further hesitation, she brought her lathered finger right to the lips of her twitching asshole, with the tip just resting against the tight muscle. Trembling with delight, she slowly introduced, first one joint, then the second, finally the third into the tunnel. Her asshole just seemed to relax suddenly and . . . And her entire finger was up that channel before she could even say "Jack Robinson!" And not an inch of pain!
Why the hell hadn't she thought of that avenue of delight before! It felt almost as good as playing with her own pussy. More rewarding in a way since she could get her whole finger in, with the aid of a little cold cream, without the risk of breaking that hated cherry-film guarding that entrance.
No siree! Her asshole was a thoroughfare of delight without an inconvenient membrane to prevent her fullest pleasure. It was all so simple. Why, oh why, hadn't she thought of it before! She thought of all those hours of purest pleasure she'd missed out on! Now, right now, she'd begin to make up for them!
This was so much fun, just having that finger in her ass. Lying there, flat on her back, seeing the way her ass muscles formed a little mouth-like pout around her finger as she slowly pulled it out of the channel. This was a first-rate thrill, the way that tingling tube of flesh grabbed on her finger, not wanting to ever let it go. Her ass wanted that finger inside permanently!
And, then, such pleasure as she slowly eased her coated finger back into the throbbing hole. In and out, in and out, each time she did it, she felt better. The rewards were greater than before. And the effort, minimal. All she had to do was keep that finger sliding out of her ass; each time the greedy muscles sucked it in again. No kidding, she could experiment like this every hour, on the hour. It was heaven, playing with her own eighteen-year-old ass like this. Free from any worry. No complication whatever.
And what about wiggling her finger around? A small variation on the main theme of in and out, in and out. Surely that would lead to greater pleasure. No sooner had the thought entered her mind than it was translated into a physical action. Now it was in and out and around with the tip, in and out and around.
There seemed no end to the number of variations on this theme. And all the time her mind raced. Thinking, thinking. Thinking about cocks, her favorite subject of thought. Big cocks, fat cocks, thick cocks, swollen cocks, bloodthirsty cocks. All hot. And all in her ass. Stretching that tight sphincter muscle at the entrance, loosening up that tight rosebud asshole of hers, spreading it wide, wider that any ass had been spread before, and pile-driving into her, all the way, up to the hilt, leaving nothing out of her pulsating asshole.
Cocks. Large and round, like absurd human frankfurters, pounding her insatiable asshole. And firing load after load of hot spicy come into her body. What more could a cute little princess with the world at her feet desire? She already had everything but that. Cocks. Yes, that's what she dreamed of. All the time pushing her greased-up finger in and out of her asshole.
But, if one finger felt so good, what would the reaction be from two? So it was back to the jar of cold cream. And then . . . two well-greased fingers were in her ass at the same time, working their own sweet magic on that sensitive passageway. There could only be one sensation on earth more delicious than this! Doing the same thing with her well-conditioned cunt. It was bound to be more responsive than her ass. It was bound to give her a helluva lot more pleasure. But someday, someday soon, she was bound to know the infinite pleasure of having a man in her lovely pussy. In the meantime, she'd have to content herself with her fingers. It was good enough. Hell, it was downright great!
There, lying flat on the floor, in her expensively furnished boudoir, her body sinking into the soft pile of the deep carpet, her legs spread-eagle against the mirror, our lovely little Lisa watched as her gifted fingers moved in and out of her fully aroused asshole with a delicious ease. A real true-to-life, all-American princess experimenting with her body.
And her tight little cunt. There was no way that Lisa would ever ignore that familiar playground. Her fingers knew it too well. Many times, in situations that would have been most embarrassing, she had caught them just in time, as, with a mind of their own, they pushed through her under things, anxious to do some walking around in that juicy Utile cunt of hers.
So now they were where they were most at home. Paying full and loving attention to her wet squeeze-box, one hand in her ass; the other in her cunt. Lisa was really in her most complete glory.
With an easy expertise born of experience (after she'd been playing the pussy game for more that six years now) she adroitly massaged the clit between thumb and forefinger while letting the three free fingers wander around the flaming cunt lips, prodding the excited folds of skin, dipping them in the gushing pussy juice, sliding them around in the hot wetness that was her cunt, feeling the sticky cunt secretion lather her fingers, working some of it into her clit, exploring every delicate membrane with very sensitive fingers, tender fingers touching her most tender innermost parts, taking the hand out of her cunt and licking her fingers, getting her nostrils full of that heady aroma of pure unmitigated puss, pussy juice straight from the source, and all the while getting more and more turned on with the added stimuli shooting out of her beautiful asshole. What a treat! Christmas, Thanksgiving, and her birthday all rolled up into one! And still better than that! Pleasure from top to bottom!
But still she had that fierce passion to experiment with even further. If two fingers brought such exhilaration, what would three do? Without hesitation, three fingers went seeking their collective fortune, right through Lisa's open back door. No, not as far this time, but now her invigorated asshole was spread wider than before, and therein lay the tingle. What a get-off she was due for! Coming both front and back. Can my asshole come too? she wondered. It certainly felt like it could. All the signs were there.
So it was in and out, in and out, faster and faster, faster and faster, with both hands in both holes. Front and back, and the tension building and building, in both front and back. Bringing her closer and closer to coming. The rhythm now a set pattern. In her ass, out her cunt. Out her ass, in her cunt Two wonderful holes of purest passion.
And what was Lisa thinking about the whole time?
Cock, pure and simple. Now only one particular cock, though. The only one she'd seen in the flesh, touched, loved. The big brute of a cock hanging off her gardener lover. That big, thick cock of his. In her. In her cunt and out her mouth. She always had perfect control of any stiff cock in her mind. What about in her mouth and out her ass? That too. Why not? Or in her . . . Any combination was all right Once it was the gardener's cock.
"Oh! Oh! How that big cock of yours hurts!" she sighed to herself, "But no! No! No! Don't take it out. It feels so good. Great! Great! Great! Leave it in me, Mr. Gardener. Come on, fuck me faster, faster, faster! Make each stroke count, my big horny stud. I bet you really like fucking me in the ass! Good and tight! Eh! Look! See how your hairy balls just bump, bump off my asscheeks! That feels great too! And my cunt! Don't forget my cunt! Put your fingers in my cunt! Show it how much you love my juicy box! There. Now I can relax and enjoy your fucking my rosebud ass, while you finger my cunt to kingdom come. Bet you really like the ride I'm giving you! It's great for a novice, isn't it? Well, wait until Pm broken in. Wait until I learn a few more tricks. Then you'll really have some ride! Better than any you've ever had before in your life!"
She drifted into the fantasy, the hand in her ass plunging deeper and deeper, the one in her cunt massaging that succulent split furiously. Her ass was singing, her cunt was singing, her whole body was singing, with a harmony that took her excited body higher and higher, floating. The entire world of reality was shut out. Her body was consumed by the fire of fuck.
"And what is this?" she asked herself, addressing the gardener in her fantasy, "Are my titties to be left unattended? Get your free hand up here and massage my hard tits. Put your hot wet mouth on my firm nipples. See how they stand up. Kiss my nipples! Gardener man. Bite them gently! Lick them! Tell them you love them!! Both of them, now!!!!"
Faster and faster, her body rocked back and forth. Each time impaled on her own fingers. Fingers in back. Fingers in front, the image of the gardener burned in her mind, her heels pressing hard against the mirror which provided her with a close-up of all the hot action. Fingers in front; fingers in back. Plunging deeper and deeper into her hot asshole. Going round and down into her wet cunt. Fingers walking and running and talking.
Back and forth she rocked, moving her hips faster and faster to that music that she alone could hear. The music of her own passion. Now the fingers were moving in unison. Back, back against the fingers in her ass. Oh! Oh! that felt so good. Forward, forward against the fingers in her cunt. Oh! Oh! that felt simply great. In and out. And tempted. Tempted to give her cunt the one great shove up against her fingers, deep inside, busting her own cherry. Plunging those fingers all the way. Right up to the knuckles into her juicy box. Taking that cherry for herself. Right there on her own bathroom floor.
It was only by sheer effort, grim determination to have some man's cock do that exciting job, that Lisa refrained from deflowering herself, there and then, scattering the remnants of her cherry to kingdom come.
She was hot all over. Even her ears felt warm. And her stomach, that was wound up like a clock spring. Coming, coming, coming. Lovely little Lisa was caught up in that rapture of coming. Bringing the whole sweet episode to a sizzling climax. There, almost there, just a little bit more, in her ass, in her cunt, coming, coming. Almost. A little bit more. Oh! that felt so good! She spread her fingers wider in her ass. Yes! Like that! Great!
Coming. Coming. Just a little bit more. The sound of her fingers squeaking as they sloshed in and out of her body's apertures, drowning out all sound, loud in her ears, music of their own. In and out. In and out. And coming, coming, coming!
The first shudder of delight had already gripped her beautiful body, sending shock waves of sheer pleasure jolting up her spine, making her mouth close and open involuntarily like a gasping fish, her skin covered in goose pimples, when a voice called to her from out of the swimming blackness of the room.
"Lisa! So you're at it again, eh! Without me, selfish little girl. But I should have known what you'd be up to!"
It was Bobbi, standing at the bathroom door, a smirk of delight on her face, anxious to join Lisa in her game.
"Too late, Bobbi. I can't stop now. It's too late. Can't you see I'm almost there, Bobbi?"
And it was too late. Lisa had already started a major flood, and all the flood gates were open. None of the little ones counted now. This was the big one. The one she'd been working on for the past hour or so. The one that really counted the most.
Her hands were working faster and faster in her cunt, pounding away at her asshole. Coming. Coming. Coming.
She managed one final gasp. "Bobbi, come over here and help me. Play with my tits, Bobbi." When the older girl hesitated, Lisa screamed at her, "Can't you see that I'm coming, Bobbi? Play with my tits, Damn you!"
The hired companion had scarcely touched the hard, throbbing titties when Lisa erupted in a series of high-pitched screams of absolute delight. "Aghhhhh! I'm coming! aghhhhhhhh!"
The force of her own climax rocked her sated body, delirious with the fantastic sensation sweeping through her veins. This was the greatest of all the comes in her life so far. This was a scene that she wanted to play many times over.
It was only when she returned to earth many minutes later that Lisa realized that Bobbi was still gently caressing her tits, lovingly playing with .the cute brown nipples. And the look on Bobbi's face was something else too. Her eyes were all misty and faraway. Lisa had often asked Bobbi about that expression on her face whenever she became all hot and excited. But Bobbi had never answered.
The young girl felt some kind of affinity for the older woman. For one thing, she was a lot more pleasant and easygoing than any of the other watchdogs companions/nursemaids that her father had found it necessary to hire to chaperone her whenever summer rolled around and she returned to that magnificent house on the hill.
Bobbi wasn't like that other one of two years ago. That one had been a real bitch, watching her like a hawk. Lisa wasn't too crazy about the one last year either. But Bobbi was a different story. Bobbi had a weakness that Lisa had wasted no time discovering. That weakness was Lisa herself. Her immaculately formed body, her clever hands. She could drive Bobbi wild. And she knew it.
Not that Bobbi was a lesbian. Heaven forbid! It was just that being cooped up, no matter how resplendent the surroundings, for weeks on end in that house, never getting a day off to spend with a stiff cock of her choice, Bobbi had turned to the next best thing-Lisa. And her talented little-girl hands worked magic.
And Lisa? She enjoyed switch-hitting every so often. Change of pace, sort of. And the way Bobbi got off. That was a wild scene, too. And if push ever came to shove, Lisa had that extra trump card to bargain with that could be used to force the issue. Not that she ever had, or ever really would she was not that much of a bitch, but it was always nice to have an ace in the hole.
Hole! Hole! There was that word again! There was nothing in any of her holes right now. But Bobbi would soon fix that. Holes, especially the hot ones, should never be empty for too long; after all, that's what holes are for. To be filled. And if the holes are cute and hot and tight, with that itchy-itchy twitching, what better to fill them with, than big, throbbing cocks?
All that heavy thinking, and Bobbi expertly playing with her tits, had made her all hot again. Could this Utile insatiable body of hers ever be completely satisfied? She doubted that. It was like one of those nuclear breeder-reactors that was always in the news. The more action it got, the more it demanded. Hell, young and inexperienced as she was, she could wear out any man twice her age. And what a time they would have proving that!
Yessirrreee! Lisa's tits were hard again, and Bobbi was taking her clothes off, cleverly using just one hand, keeping the other free to work on Lisa's heaving tits. Another hot time in the old town for our little Lisa! When it rains, it pours. First the gardener, then her clever hands in both holes, and now Bobbi. Who else was going to turn up today? Daddy? Vic? Who? Let them come, she thought, there was more than enough for everybody.
The one thing about Bobbi was that she enjoyed catering to Lisa's every demand. Nothing was denied her charge. So when Lisa merely said, "Gee, this cold cream sure makes a mess," Bobbi got up from her side, and ambled over the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.
That was the first time Lisa had really looked at Bobbi's body. With her bra off, Bobbi's tits flowed into large round globes of pink, like flowers, large hibiscus flowers, the kind you see only in Hawaii, but made of flesh. And the nipples. They were big and round and brown. Bigger even than those silver dollars her father collected. And they were standing up straight too! Can you imagine how that turned our little Lisa on? Full big breasts standing up and looking at her. Boobs that beckoned a touching hand, a willing mouth. The kind of boobs a man could make a pillow out of all night long, rest his work-weary head down on those things, and when he'd had his fill, just go on off to sleep right on the spot. Next morning all he'd have to do was turn his head, and a beautiful creamy tittie would be right there at hand to fill up his mouth, to lick and suck as he wanted. Nice, cushiony, pillow-soft tits. Those were Bobbi's.
Without her clothes, too, Bobbi dropped that austere sternness that was a part, of her training as a nurse. She relaxed and became a person once more. A woman. Radiating all that female charm. She was a different Bobbi as she bounced toward the bathroom, her tits like headlamps showing the way, her muff covered in that soft brown hair, her trim but fleshy ass doing a little wiggle as she moved. She was all woman, all right.
"Yes my little doll, my pretty little doll. Just lay back and let Bobbi take care of you. You know I always wanted a little doll, just like you. A little baby doll to take care of. But we were poor and I never got one. Until now. Now you're my little baby doll, Lisa, and I'm your mommy. Isn't that nice to have a mommy to take care of you, just like you were a little girl again? But you are a little girl, my little girl. Now give my your hands; let me wipe all that sticky cream off them. There! Isn't that better? Now your ass. Bobbi is gonna clean baby doll's ass!"
Gently, taking her time, Bobbi removed all traces of the lubricant from Lisa's body, like a real mother changing a baby's diaper. When she came to the petal-soft pussy, she couldn't help but cry out, "My! My! My! What a cute little soft pea my baby has. And so red. My baby has been playing with herself again, when she could have shared that with mommy. Look at it! I could kiss it, couldn't I? Kiss it and love it!"
With that, Bobbi fell on the puss in front of her, stroking the hair like you would a cat's, parting it to reveal the tender inner membranes, then pushing it back gently over the entrance again and all the time sighing to herself contently.
"Mommy likes baby doll's pretty pussy. Mommy gonna kiss it!"
And that's exactly what she did. Small passionate kisses that served to set the blood pounding in Lisa's eardrums. Small ardent kisses promising more. Kisses planted on the very lips of Lisa's cunt, up the inside of one thigh to the quivering clit and down the inside of the other thigh to the pulsating asshole. Small kisses with wet lips. Soft and tender.
Lisa was getting hot again.
"Baby, baby, you want to suck some of mommy's tittie? Want to make mommy happy, my little baby doll?" asked Bobbi.
And Lisa snuggled up to those big breasts of Bobbi, her little-girl hands trembling as she put both of them around one of those enormous boobs. Christ, she said to herself, they're so big. One of them alone is bigger than both of mine put together.
Her hands skipped over the surface, coming to rest on the nipple. It was hard. Hard and pointed straight up at her fact. She squeezed it gently between her fingers. Bobbi sighed and closed her eyes. Lisa had the woman under control. The nipple was so warm and hard that Lisa couldn't help but pop it into her mouth. Just the very tip of it playing her tongue against it. She knew how much Bobbi loved that, having Lisa tongue her nipple.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby doll, now do the other one baby. Suck mommy's other tittie! Just like a good girl!" Lisa switched to the other globe of creamy flesh, flitting those butterfly hands of her over the nipple, before putting it in her mouth, licking that nipple like her life depended on it. All the while feeling the hot juice flowing in her pussy, making it nice and wet, the most comfortable feeling for a snug little pussy.
But now Bobbi politely pried her loose, taking over the action. This was what Lisa loved best, to lie back and feel the warmth and comfort of the big-breasted woman seep into her body via those large but very tender, talented hands of hers. Now she began to massage Lisa's aching cunt, probing the inner most secrets of that young pussy with her tongue, melting any barriers of resistance the younger girl might have had to that kind of love.
"Such a pretty little pussy for my pretty dolly!" she cooed every time she stopped to examine the object of her desire. "Dolly's pussy. Dolly's pretty pussy."
Perhaps it was because Bobbi had never babied her that way before, or maybe all that talk about being her mommy triggered some long-hidden longing in Lisa's subconscious for a mother to pat her and pet her and say nice things to her like her own mother used to do so very long ago before she died, but Lisa now began to feel a real satisfying love for this woman.
Love in the sense of wanting, belonging to someone who would stand up against the world for you. Love in the sense of knowing someone with no real ulterior motive cared for you and your well-being. Love that had nothing to do with sex, with playing with your pussy, or anything. Love.
And with it came a melting of hearts in a gentle passion that touched Lisa for the first time. A passion that slowly mounted, delighting Lisa in her new discovery of yet another facet of life-tingly, exciting love with passionate sex.
She couldn't wait to feel that way with a man, too, as Bobbi's warm tongue found every secret cave of Lisa's cunt, searching out every fold of flesh, investigating every filmy membrane, rooting out every hidden pleasure in the warm wet world of Lisa's pussy.
This is what pleasure is all about, she thought, as she lay there immobile except for the slow grinding pattern her hips followed on their own, forcing her box up into Bobbi's face, having another woman go down on you. Lisa never suspected that making love to another woman could be so satisfying. But then, she thought, who can better know what turns a woman on than another woman? And it was all so gentle. Very different from the gardener. He had plunged his tongue into her virgin puss to her excruciating delight. True. Now Bobbi was gently exploring her pussy in a sensuously soft manner. One was rape with the tongue, the other was a subtle seduction. That made Lisa feel more like doing something for Bobbi. The more pleasure she felt, the more pleasure she wanted to give. It was a pleasure-feedback chain going on and on, unbroken.
And she was shocked at herself too. Those soft warm wet lips of Bobbi's licking at her cunt, slurping in the succulent trough of her juice-box were sending shock-wave after shock-wave of electric pleasure ripping through her body, up her spine right into her very brain. It was making her come time after time. Not the big O that needed a good, slow build-up, but a series of mini-comes following hot on the heels of the last one, each one building, adding fuel to the fire for the really big one.
Christ! Was her pussy wet! It was dripping with saliva and juice, a puddle forming on the floor under her ass. A puddle of sweet puss juice being soaked up by the thick pile of carpet, making slurp-ping slushy noises against her skin every time she backed into its preparatory to that big forward thrust right into Bobbi's face again. And that noise added to the turn-on too. Hell, it was her juice, so why shouldn't it?
And Bobbi licking away relentlessly, her busy tongue parting Lisa's cunt lips with each stroke, lovingly giving each bit of the supersensitive flesh her fullest attention, working that young cunt with an expertise born of her own desire and her willingness to please her young ward completely, licking, licking away with that determined pink tongue of hers, sucking and licking to no avail, working on the clit every so often, making sure that it too got its share of passionate attention, nibbling at it with the fleshy lips covering her teeth, and reaching up to those oh-so-cute and hard young girl tits, rubbing each one, wetting her fingers and spreading the spittle all over the firm stiff nipples.
How could anyone resist that young body? It was a breath-of-fresh-air-in-springtime clean body, with the kind of healthy glow that only blossoming youth can give to human flesh. The kind of body that was a natural invitation to touch, to caress, to love.
And on and on went Bobbi's searching hot mouth into Lisa's very responsive cunt. And damn it, but Lisa was coming once more. Hell! How many times was that for the day already? She'd lost count. After all, who keeps score in an ice-cream parlor of sex in all varieties except one. Not our little Lisa. She was too busy having a good time. And right now that was all that counted. Having one heck of a good time. A good time with her pussy wrapped around Bobbi's face, filling Bobbi's mouth with warm, juicy, dripping wet prime cunt. Cunt at its best, its very best. The age at which a cunt tastes oh-so-good and...
"Agh! Aggh! Aaaggghhh! Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh .. ." Lisa came again and again with Bobbi slurping those delicious body juices to her heart's content.
She came and came, until her body was drained of all its energy and still Bobbi pressed on, eating cunt like no one had ever eaten cunt before, at least not this exquisitely beautiful young cunt.
Lisa ended up pushing the older woman away. And promising.
"Bobbi," she gasped, anxious to get a breather, "Go downstairs and get some butter."
Now Bobbi really was on fire. Lisa's requesting butter meant only one thing. The thing Bobbi liked most of all.
With fire flowing through her blood, raging in her big muff, she hastily dressed, all those clothes going back on again, piece by piece. Pulling herself away from that sweet young box took all the determination and strength she had, but she finally managed. If Lisa said, "Go get the butter," that was a promise worth stopping this action in midstream for. She ran out of the room, as life slowly seeped back into Lisa's body.
And with it came a new energy. A new desire to please Bobbi. To return some of that thrill. That's why she'd made the request for butter. Bobbi liked that best. And today, Lisa was going to please Bobbi like she'd never done before. Today.
The little virgin all-American princess was going to do her thing the way Bobbi liked it. The way Bobbi had taught her how. With butter and all. Just the way Bobbi wanted it. With those tiny baby-doll hands of hers, those miraculous hands exploring the innermost depths of Bobbi's pea.
It was game time in that big house on the hill overlooking the Malibu coast line. Bobbi was back from her errand.
"Well, are you gonna take your clothes off, or are we going to fuck through all that fabric?" asked Lisa, teasing the trembling woman. Lisa wondered at the way Bobbi trembled, like she was scared out her mind, when anticipating the game that she and
Lisa had developed especially for Bobbi's enjoyment
"Will you take them off for me?" Bobbi asked her prot�g�e with a smile. "It makes me feel so wanted when you do. I like it when you do everything for me, baby doll." Lisa knew that Bobbi had come from a large, poor family, where life was a constant struggle for both parents, and what little love there was had had to be spread thin among all the siblings. Just the total opposite of Lisa.
How would Daddy react if he walked in now in the middle of things? What would he do? Lisa wondered. What would he say to this woman who had been hired to protect his little daughter against the world and was now kneeling beside her on the floor of his darling daughter's dressing room, shaking like a leaf, with his own sweet baby undressing her? Any red-blooded American, she was sure, would jump on Bobbi and fuck the living daylights out of that big generous muff of hers, suck on those titties till kingdom come, ride that big, pillowy, fleshy ass of hers until her body could take no more and then, if he had any strength left, ask any questions. Lisa's motto was simply: fuck first, ask questions later, which is exactly the way any red-blooded American male thinks.
While all this was running through Lisa's avid mind, Bobbi had pulled over the stool from the makeup counter of the dressing room and had propped her big bouncy body against it, ready for the game to begin, those big beautiful creamy globes of tits draped over the stool, those firm thick legs of hers spread wide open for all comers, and that fleshy bouncy-as-a-bowl-of-Jello unblemished white ass of hers sticking right up into the air. She was ready.
And her skin. Covered with goose bumps although it was the height of summer. It never failed. Up went her skin the minute Lisa's hands touched her body. Even sometimes, in the middle of the day, when she thought of that wonderfully soft caress, she would break out in a sweat. And those goose bumps.
Those lovely talented hands brushing against her skin, bringing it to a hot life, her flesh quivering with each contact and becoming supercharged with super-sensitivity, her whole body rocking back and forth, and trembling like a leaf on a tree-that was Bobbi, rocketing to heaven with her fleshy body all aflame. And the best part of it all yet to come.
One thing she wished. That Lisa wouldn't talk so damned much. The girl was a blasted sports commentator bringing her live all the play-by-play, blabbering on and on with her own observations mixed up with her fantasies, making Bobbi an extension of all her invisible lovers, of those characters that flitted into her nighttime dreams, haunting her with their massive cocks, of those faceless images confined to only the necessary parts of the anatomy.
"Please, Lisa, don't make me wait any longer. Come on, baby doll, satisfy this burning need in Bobbi. Do it, Lisa, do it!"
"Ha, hahaha, you should see what Fm seeing. You should see yourself from this angle. Spread out and waiting. Like a Grecian goddess. Venus. Yes, Venus getting fucked from behind. With that great big pussy of yours hanging down, those fleshy lips trembling for all the world to see, and that mass of pussy hair making it look like a wig on a block, streaming down the sides of your legs. And the way your ass shivers when I touch it! How you spread your legs wider and wider, so that my little buttered hands can reach right up into that big buttered bread-box of yours. Buttering up your bulky box, buttering you up as if you were a Sarah Lee Danish pastry, a rich butter-pastry cunt box. Soft and tender to touch, and so full of butter. Rich good butter, making your cunt even better to touch. And all that cunt juice. Boy, your cunt sure juices up when I play with it. See how that juice just mixes with this butter, making my hand slide in and out of your big cunt like a piston in a car engine. Up and down, in and out. I'm positive that's the way you like it, eh! And, how you tremble! Every time I reach in back up between those tree trunks you call legs, those strong sturdy legs of yours sure are big. A man's got to have really good equipment to get in there from behind. I'll bet. Long like a pole to part all that flesh. Wow! One of your legs must be as thick as my waist. His cock would have to go past all that just to gee to your big soft pussy lips." Now Lisa's hands were crawling slowly toward the box, all buttered and ready.
"Ha, hahaah, you really like that I'm sure. And that . . . you like that too, and what about that . . . too, eh!" She watched the fat tremble on the older woman's thighs every time she prodded that fleshy cunt box. "I bet you'd really get right off all at once if suddenly, without any warning, I'd just push my whole hand into that trembling cunt of yours, eh. Almost ... like ... this!"
So saying, she jammed that buttered hand into that buttered puss and watched in amazement as it somehow got lost in all that flesh. This is really some cunt, she thought, to take my hand like that.
"Great! Great! Great!" Bobbi was howling in high-pitched ecstasy, the hand in her excited quim sending her to heaven, just as good as a really long thick cock would. She squirmed and scooted around the floor every time Lisa jammed that hand in further into her big wet cunt. She was getting hotter than a blacksmith's forge, so expertly was Lisa playing her buttered box. That little girl's hand was like a magic wand, waving her into new paths of sheer delight. Couple that with the squeaking, sucking noises of Lisa's hand plunging in and out of her cunt, and when she wiggled those fingers around, it was like a thousand cocks in Bobbi at the same time, each one in a different phase of going in or coming out, each one roving around that meaty cunt, and her hand bundled up just like a cock, a cock with an enormous head, pulsating and flexing, putting pressure on her responsive cunt-wall muscles, and those muscles, rising to the occasion, grabbing at the hand, clutching at it with a renewed vigor, never wanting to let go.
What a turn-on! And all the while Lisa was learning something too. For as her hand explored the deepest recesses of Bobbi's buttered box, and Bobbi squirmed and sighed, Lisa was discovering how many different ways a cunt could be pleasured. She was determined to try them on her own juice box at her own convenience. Hell, she still had that last long year of school ahead of her. And Swiss winters, although very pleasant in so far as skiing and all that bullshit was concerned, still left you with some very cold nights. Nights when her fingers would definitely do their own thing, taking a page or two from today's lesson.
They were both in their own world of fantasy and delight while they shared this common experience. Three different worlds of want and desire, and hot young cunts waiting for some big cock to fill them up, to ream those tight holes like never before.
But Bobbi was coming. Lisa could tell by the way that unbelievable vacuum-cunt-machine sucked in her fingers, all of them and most of the palm, too, the way those fleshy thighs slapped together in uncontrollable rapture, forcing her hand in further and further, deeper and deeper, the way those soft cunt lips seemed to form a ring around her wrist, pulling it into that throbbing channel, all slippery and slimy with all that sweet butter and delectable juice. And the way Bobbi was gurgling, that was the word for it. She sounded like a stream, babbling over rough boulders in the cool mountain air of early morning. But it came from deep down in her throat, almost like a growl. Yessirrreee! Bobbi was on the come.
Lisa sought to delay it for a while, not wanting it to end so soon and her hand faltered in its action.
"No! No! Don't stop now! Please! Fuck me, Lisa! Push your hand into me all the way. Yes, like that. Oh, fuck me! Yes! yes! yes! Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, pound my cunt. Ram it in me. Ram that big cock of yours in me, Jerry!" Bobbi was off in her fantasy world again. "Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! That's the way I like it, to feel your cock all the way up in my stomach. Fuck! Fuck! Glorious fuck! Squeeze my titties too, Jerry! You know how that makes me get off. To feel those great big hands of yours squeezing my big beautiful titties, crushing them. Oh, Jerry! Jerry! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Agh! Aghhh! Aaaaggghhhhhh ...!"
Lisa was stunned. She knew Bobbi enjoyed to be buttered up and fist-fucked, only she never guessed she liked it this much.
"Don't stop now, Jerry! I want to come, come, come. Come with you still fucking me all the way. Don't stop. Let me come!"
"So you want to come, eh, my big butterball? Just let me get these butterfingers of mine into your butter-box, all the way like this into your butterfat cunt, and let's see your buttermilk, Bobbi. All the way in. Come, come, come!"
Lisa expertly jammed her entire hand into that dripping, drooling dark tunnel, as far as it would go, opening Bobbi's floodgates all the way, and got buttermilk. Loads and loads of it, soaking her cunt up so well that some of it spilled over to those big billowy buns in back. Bobbi was soaking wet. And happy. This job, which she thought a little freaky at first, had turned out very well indeed. This little suburban princess had a sex drive that was out of all proportion to what Bobbi had expected of a girl raised in such genteel circumstances.
But sex was truly the great leveler. Rich or poor, high or low, princess or peon, an itching cunt was an itching cunt. There was that same impetus to have it filled. And the higher up you got on the social scale the more difficult it was to get as much cock as you wanted.
For a boy maybe it was different. Sowing wild oats was okay for the male half. But if you were a girl, you were watched carefully. No one could afford a scandal at that level of society. It would be a disgrace to the family. No wonder there were so many completely frustrated teenagers at that social stratum. Parents with all the money in the world. Dollars to choke a horse and still the daughters found it necessary to consult psychoanalysts and the like, when the cure for what really ailed them was a good stiff nine or ten inches of Ail-American cock. Cock at its finest.
And all those princesses of suburbia with their hot sex drives willing to trade places with their less-fortunate sisters on the other side of the tracks for a night, a week, a month, just to get that good stick, that joy-stick, rammed into their tight little virgin pussies. There they were, stuck at home, wondering what the hell they were doing stuck in the middle of this nowhere land of no sex.
And when they discovered the strong sex-vine growing in their own backyard, they grabbed for it with both hands, be it nursemaid, gardener, stable-hand, delivery man, postman, brother, sometimes even a cucumber or carrot stolen from the kitchen.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa lay back in the comfortable softness of her king-size bed, two big pillows cushioning her head, idly thumbing through a movie magazine. She had nothing to do but kill time. Kill time until she heard the crunch-crunch of her father's car wheels against the pebble driveway. Then she'd quickly slip on her bra and panties, pull the loose-fitting silk dress over her head, and be perfectly ready for their little t�te-�-t�te.
It was all planned. Rehearsed and rehearsed many times over. She knew the words, so carefully selected, backwards. It was going to be a showdown and she was going to win. No doubt in her mind, all this babying bullshit had to stop. No reason why she couldn't start leading an adult life, and the sooner, the better.
And it was not as if she was going to fuck every man who passed by. It was not going to become an indiscriminate get on, ride Lisa, get off. Next, please. Keep the line moving. No, not that at all. Maybe in the beginning, there would be some fucking around to get her bearings, to taste the best of what there was. That would only be natural after being cooped up for so long. But after that, she'd settle down for a nice long thick cock. And she'd make sure that precaution was taken. Against her cunt becoming infected. Against pregnancy. After all, any smart girl does that.
So the words were all rehearsed and Lisa settled down to wait, one hand idly playing with that button of a clit, as the other turned the mag pages, not really concentrating on the words or pictures passing before her eyes. He mind was too absorbed with her projection of her father's reaction. Either he'd go along or he'd clamp down on her even tighter. The first would be just what she wanted her protective parent to do. The second, she couldn't even think about. It was too preposterous. What would she do then? Life would be living hell until she reached twenty-one. Fuck, the better part of three and a quarter years. With an itching pussy and a flaming asshole. And knowing the things she did. How much pleasure they could bring, how much they wanted to be soothed by some man's cock. Come on, you big strong horny experienced studs, where are you when cute Utile packages like our Lisa needs you?
But what would she do if he really clamped down? Slowly, it crept into her turbulent mind. Run away. Run away. It was as if a soft voice had breathed it into her hear. Run away, run away, the voice whispered, run away. There! Thafs it. I'll run away, she thought, that would really make him sit up and take notice. Make him realize that I'm not a child anymore, not a helpless little baby needing a full-time nurse, but a horny little fuck needing a full-time cock. Wow! If I put it in those words, the old man is very liable to fall over with a heart attack, she thought
She didn't want to kill him, just win her independence of sorts. Just to get her freedom to do with her body as she saw fit. All within the realm of reason. After aU, it was her body, not anybody else's.
It was she who had to pacify it when that unquenchable fire raged through her cunt, and now her asshole, too. So who better to decide what to do with it than her, and better yet, who to do it with?
She didn't have long to wait. Soon she heard the care in the drive. About time, she thought. Hurriedly she slipped into the clothes laid out by the old maid. In no time flat, she was rushing to the front door to meet her Daddy. Relax, relax, everything's going to be all right, she told herself.
She greeted him with the proper father/daughter kiss on the cheek, her resolve strengthening when she noticed that he seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Everything was looking up.
But as soon as she opened her mouth to say something, he cut her off. "Get me a drink, will you, my kitten. I have a few calls to make. Business," he said tiredly, waving the attach� case.
"Can I talk to you afterwards, Daddy?" she asked in her best dutiful-little-daughter voice.
"Sure, kitten, but just let me get these calls out of the way first. Okay? Then we can talk the whole night."
That was that. She was put off again. More brooding. She was risking what very limited freedom she now enjoyed. But hell, you never get something for nothing. There was some risk involved, but, at any rate, she had already planned the escape clause.
Run away it would be. Why not spend the extra breathing space preparing for just that possibility? Then it would not be a snap thing. Any flack, and she'd run before he even knew what hit him. One thing was in her favor, she knew the household movements completely. Once her father was at home, Bobbi tended to relax. Not off-duty, but on stand-by. That meant that she'd be in bed, reading. Hell, anyway, if Bobbi tried to stop her, she had a lot of weight on her side. Anyway Bobbi would understand, she was sure. If she didn't, that was her problem.
She got to her room, and packed two bags that she could easily carry with utility clothes. None of the fancy stuff, just jeans and sweaters and T-shirts, and the like. Comfortable clothes. And her makeup. Some expensive jewelry she could always hawk that if the very worst happened. Always good to have some insurance. And the roll of twenties she'd collected without really knowing why, some from her school allowance, some from shopping trips, some from two weeks ago in Las Vegas. Not a helluva lot. Somewhere between five and six hundred dollars all told. Not much. But enough to get her started. And the leather folder in which she kept the papers for the Mercedes, it was hers, registered in her name and everything, and her driver's license. The credit cards were no good; she could be traced too easily. Those she dumped. Some sunglasses, a big floppy sun hat, a couple of head scarves. Anything to hide her face so she wouldn't look so young.
She was ready. And if he saw things her way, then before she went to bed, she'd put everything back and no one would be the wiser. It would only be her little secret.
She retraced her steps down the stairs to wait Excellent timing. As soon as she hit the bottom steps, the door to his study opened. She went in. It was now or never, she knew.
Lisa liked the smell of her Daddy's study. It was all masculine, leather and wood paneling with the huge bear-skin rug on the floor. The odor of tobacco, cigar and pipe mainly, clinging to the walls. All male. Strong heavy furniture, a big oaken desk with a gleaming polished top. A man's lair, nothing less. And Lisa enjoyed that particular smell which said all and complete man.
There were some blueprints on the desk, spread out with paperweights holding the edges down. It was an easy way to slide into what she wanted to say. "Don't tell me you're planning another outlet?" she said in genuine, startled amazement
"Am afraid so, kitten," he replied contentedly, the smile on his face widening, "the public's appetite for electronic equipment just seems to grow and grow. Before we could get the plans off the ground for one store, already it should be double in size."
She knew her father had begun small; today, he was a rich man, working hard all the way for his family. In a way she hated herself for what she was about to do. But there was no stopping now. Maybe it would bring them closer together if he understood a little of what was in her mind. Bridge the generation gap.
"Daddy," she begun, flashing one of those you-can-trust-me-I-know-what-rm-doing smiles. "Daddy, I've been doing a lot of thinking today. About you. About me. About school. About the fact that I'm no longer a little . . ."
RING! RING! RINGGGGG!
She paused when the telephone interrupted her in mid-sentence, allowing him to answer. Suddenly he seemed a bit flustered. Apologetically he said, "Kitten, can you excuse me one minute? This is confidential, you understand. I'll call you when Fm through, O.K.? No more calls after that, kitten."
She'd almost closed the door when she heard him say, "I was just talking to her, as a matter of fact She just left the room so I could take this call." They, her father and whoever was on the other end, were talking about her. About Lisa. Who in hell could be that interested in her? She had to find out Short of reentering the study, she had no other choice but to listen.
"I know, I know. Look she's my daughter and God knows I want the best for her. That's why I worked out that elaborate scheme." Silence, as Daddy listened. Then, "Ifs all my fault After her mother died I became too inflexible with her upbringing, but then she was all I had left. What else was I to do, what would you have done with a little girl child?" he asked into the phone. Silence again. Her hopes soared. He was actually admitting to whomever was on the other end of the line that he was to strict with her. Whoever it was he was talking to was doing just what Lisa had hoped to achieve tonight. She'd be free without taking any extreme measures. But he was talking again. "Like I was saying. I was too harsh. But she'll come around. Look, she's my daughter, and I want to make her happy. He's your son and you want to make him happy. Just give her some time and shell come around. After all, he's an attractive boy. And intelligent too. There's no one I'd rather turn the business over to than him. He's young and smart and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to give my daughter's hand to him. And the sooner the better. Then I could have all the..
His voice trailed off in a cloud of her confusion. Had she heard correctly? Was her father really planning to marry her off to the son of some dingbat on the other end of the line? Didn't they know that arranged marriages went out two, three hundred years ago? What the hell was Daddy trying to pull anyway? To somebody she didn't even know? That was the wildest thing she'd heard in all her life. Still he babbled on, chuckling and talking as if everything was all right. Why, the man was mad! Absolutely stark raving mad! He should be sent to Camarillo and locked away in one of those wards for the violently insane!
Her own father doing this to her! She would not have believed a single word of this conversation if she hadn't heard it herself.
This was the wildest of wild schemes. And to think that she had deluded herself all those years into thinking that he loved her. What a way to show it! Trading her off like one of his marketable commodities! Tears welled up in her eyes as the words came back to her, an echoing nightmare. Now she decided to really show that fucker. It was a good thing she'd taken the precaution to have everything ready, just in case. This was worst than she'd thought, wilder than her wildest dreams.
She bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time. Lisa was leaving right now. Not another word. Just hoping that he'd be still on the phone when she came back down with her bags. Just give her enough time to clear the gate. A couple of minutes' head start and she'd disappear into the Los Angeles subculture faster than an ice cube on a hot day. That's all she needed. A couple of minutes.
Up and down in a flash carrying both bags. Out to the garage. Good! The doors were still open. Dump the bags in the jump seat of the Mercedes. Check the gate opener gadget. And off. Headlights off. Car creeping so as not to arouse any attention. And the gravel on the drive crunching like mad. A little way again, and shell clear the gate. Down on the gate-opening device. Through those gates for the last time in her life. She was off to see the world. Our Lisa was out the gate in a flash, gunning the motor and flicking the light switch. Wouldn't pay to get stopped by some stupid cop now, not after all she'd been through today.
Straight down to the highway running parallel to the beach and up toward Sunset Boulevard. Only then did she slow down, as she merged with the early night traffic flowing toward The Strip. No sign of a chase. He probably was still on the phone making plans, she thought, plans which no longer included her.
It was so easy. Why hadn't she thought of it before? She was free! Free to do as she pleased, and with whom she pleased. Free to fuck the world of men waiting for just her eager young cunt. Young virgin cunt. Waiting to break it in. To train it. To bring her out
There was one thing about the Mercedes 450 SL-it attracted attention anywhere. She knew she'd have to get rid of it somehow. Pity, she really loved that car, and it was just a few months old. That would give her enough cash for a while. And when that ran out, why she'd sell her body. To the highest bidder, too. You bet there'd be some high bidders for a piece of that young flesh. When prime meat is on the rack and all the men come around, especially the old ones with fat wallets. It isn't every day that you meet such a tight young virgin so eager to learn, so hot to sample life's juicy fruit.
What Lisa would really have liked to do was to gun that Mercedes down Sunset, make those tires squeal like hell, feel the back sink down and hug the road, roar down Sunset like a fucking rocket, and pile it up against some strong, well-built wall. That would have shown her father. But Lisa was smarter than that; she might not have been able to walk away from the pile-up. There was too much ahead of her now. All of life's promises.
And not the least of those promises being all the hot fucking she could handle. Three wide open holes to pleasure. Her mouth, her ass, and her cunt. Each one of them would have their fill. Yeh, like "fill 'er up, fella." All those tigers would be in her tank. Talk about grabbing a tiger by the tail. She was going to grab them by their cocks. And if they weren't the right size and shape, too bad. Next. Next. Next. But just until the right cock came along. The one that transported her to heaven.
Yessiiirrreee, folks, there'd be some hot young cunt roaming the streets of Los Angeles tonight. One more pussy to join all those other displaced cunts hanging around the Boulevard tonight. And the cops? Fuck the cops. If they picked up half the kids on the Boulevard and the Strip on any given night, their jails would be overcrowded, just like New York on the night of the blackout. They'd I'll have to let them out sooner or later. And where would they go. You're right. Right back on the streets again. Just in time to be picked up by the next guy cruising by with a fat wallet. But how can you blame it on the kids? They've got to get a meal ticket. And in these days of high unemployment and rapidly rising cost of living, what else can a young kid with an ache in her bud of a pussy do to make ends meet? Sell the pussy, obviously. That way she'd have her cake, oops, I mean cock, and eat it too. And let me tell you, a sweet young thing like Lisa with that little-girl-lost look of sheer innocence could earn more in a couple hours on her back, than a lot of hard-working guys, busting their balls for forty hours, could earn in a week. And no deductions for the tax man either. All she had to do would be to keep a level head on her shoulders, and the better the family background, the better able the girl would be to do just that. Lisa with all her schooling and money would make an excellent whore. And Lisa was out to prove that to herself, and to prove herself to the world.
And what did she really have to offer beyond that? A perfect body. Velvety-smooth skin, unblemished and creamy, soft as a rose petal in the early morning dew. Cute apple-sized titties, pliable and willing to get hard just at the mere mention of cock, or any cock-related subject. Top those tits off with gems of nipples, round and brown, and hard, inviting you to touch them, to caress the tits, to lick them, to suck the living daylights out of them. And if you're interested in taking anatomical inventory, add to that her flaming hot asshole, her newly discovered gateway to a previously unknown world of pleasure. And her cunt. Virgin and tight, knowing only the delight of her very nimble fingers, untouched by cock but well-rehearsed in the excitement brought about by a long wet tongue going to work on it. And the little button toy. Her clit Seat of wave after wave of ecstasy, rippling up her spine, right into her brain. And holding up all that superstructure, her long slender legs, like the beautiful stem that holds the perfect rose. And Lisa was the perfect rose. And she knew it too.
All these things were occupying Lisa's mind as she guided the Mercedes through the Sunset Boulevard traffic, while the fingers of her right hand guided themselves through her clothes right into her hot cunt And was the juice flowing down there! It was as if the traumas of the last hour or so had simply increased the activity of her cunt walls' lining. Her pussy was dripping wet. Dripping wet and aching. Just now it would have to be satisfied with her fingers. In just a little while it would have all . . .
Her fingers were walking around in that familiar territory, quite at home, getting good and wet when she spotted a guy, tall and muscular, thumbing a ride. He was nonchalantly groping his cock as if saying to those prudes driving by with their windows rolled up, "Here it is, ladies, just come and get it." Lisa tipped the brake for a brief moment, but decided against it. Somehow he wasn't quite right A little too young for her tastes. And the hard-on he was sporting didn't really reveal all that much either.
At the last minute, she stepped on the gas, just when the poor bastard was sure he had scored. She felt sorry for him. He looked amazed by her sudden action. Somehow she knew that the poor brute really wanted to be laid badly. But someone else would come along, she reasoned. In that area of Sunset, with all those big houses, there was bound to be some horny old lady cruising the streets, looking for that zip-less fuck.
Lisa sailed the Mercedes right past the fabulous Beverly Hills Hotel and a few minutes later turned right on Doheny Drive. Just driving, not scouting. This was not the area for scouting since everybody was either in their homes, locked in tight and secure, or in their cars, out on the streets. That's the one thing about driving around Beverly Hills at night. Even in the shopping/business streets like Wilshire or Rodeo, no pedestrians. None. Except maybe for a Mexican gardener or busboy or a black maid or chauffeur. Nothing. Nothing worth stopping for. On Santa Monica Boulevard, she turned right again, thinking of maybe scooting it out to Century City, to the shopping plaza. She could kill some time there, and it would be the last place anyone would look for her. She'd be safe there for a cup of strong hot coffee.
Christ! Was she tired. What a day she had had so far!
It had been a fantastically busy one, even for a virgin suburban princess. First there had been that hot dream, which her father had broken up just as she was about to get fucked. Starting the day with a dripping drooling cunt. Then there had been the scene with that fantastic gardener in the potting shed, his talented tongue taking her to the brink of fainting. And that rude awakening of what a pleasure palace her ass really could be.
And to top it off, there had been the startling discovery of the joy of playing ass and cunt at the same time, and Bobbi coming in and joining the game. A hot, hot day. Enough to tire anyone out Plus the utter letdown of having her father plotting to marry her off. What Lisa could have used at that moment was an upper and a cock. In that order. That would hit the spot
And all the time, driving aimlessly around, her fingers were deliberately working their special magic in her hot cunt. With a little more effort, she might be able to stick one in her ass, too. Spread the legs a little wider, slide to the edge of the seat and there. It was in. A slight tinge of pain, followed by so much pleasure.
"Hey, fuck face, why the hell don't you look where you're driving!" She jammed on the brake just in time. The Mercedes had started to change lanes on its own, almost ending her little adventure before it had properly begun. All because of that hand in her cunt and ass. And Christ! Were her fingers sticky! Her cunt was really flowing free and fast. What a steaming hot piece of ass she was!
To hide the embarrassment, she made a right at the next corner, on Beverly Drive, heading north toward Sunset once more. Just as the light turned green, she spotted him, standing under the covered bus top at the foot of the Beverly Hills Hotel entrance.
That's for me, she decided, come hell or high water, that's what I want. And "I'm going to get it, too. Now she was bold, no longer the shy nymph.
In the street life, ifs get it before somebody else takes it away from you. With reckless abandon, she honked the horn twice and caught his eye, pointing with her wet, cunt-playing fingers to a spot about half a block down, knowing she'd need that much distance to switch to the stopping lane in all that traffic.
And he picked up on her little pantomime act! Caught on in a flash! He was bright. She hoped he was no rip-off artist, too. Big and blond, in tight levis and boots, a moustache dripping from his upper hp. Twenty-six or seven, she guessed.
Cocky. In charge. Muscular. And sure-fire confidence. This was what she could tell about him right away as he got into the car. In the few words of greeting needed between them, he had already established who was boss. None of that equal rights bullshit here. He was at the helm, and that's just what she wanted.
Quickly she discovered his name, David, and his destination-he was going home, a small apartment he shared with a friend, on one of those side streets just off the Strip close to Tower Records. No problem with her. He told her how he was a post-grad student who loved the outdoors, and was working that summer as a gardener at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Hell, she thought, why didn't he work for her father instead? That way, she'd have had two gardeners to plough her pussy. And use those little blunt instruments they were always poking into the soil to test things.
Matter-of-factly, he stated that there was some good smoke in the apartment, that his friend was at a movie, and that she was very welcome to come up and try it. That was the best idea anyone had come up with in the last hour or so. So she took him up on it, knowing fully well what was in the offering. It was all she could do to keep her fingers out of that sweet cunt of hers and on the wheel. Everything was happening at once. Cunt juicing up, tits hard like diamonds, body tingling all over. How could she keep her hands off the bulge that kept growing and growing in his pants while he surveyed her young fresh body? But she had to, at least for the time being, she had to keep those itching hands on the wheel. Later, at his apartment, she'd have enough time to do whatever she wanted to. Whatever was right
When she explained to David that she had reasons for wanting to park the car off the street, he suggested the Hyatt Regency, which was close by, where no one would take too much notice of someone her age driving a Mercedes. He seemed to know quite a lot about things like that She took confidence from his easy way when they walked the three blocks back to his street It was still too early for all the kooks to be out on the street, but already there were groups milling around places with names like the "Whisky-a-Go-Go" and the "Pink Pussy Cat" and the "Proud Pussy." Most of those people were at least nodding acquaintances of David. That way he had no problem scoring, he explained, and, besides, they were just like anybody else, only a little lost, a little out of touch with reality, with the mainstream of society. But then, hell, who isn't on the fringe of one group or another? she thought One thing about our Lisa. She wasn't really the kind of snob her upbringing and her money should have made her. Not the kind of snob her father thought her to be at all. If only she could have talked to him on an equal footing, person to person, he would have found that out for himself. No, no, Lisa was very down to earth, especially when it came to sex. That's when she could really get down.
They were safely in his apartment now, where they could shut the world out. Just Lisa and David. Some music on the stereo and some good smoke rolled between expert fingers. Big fat smokes the way Lisa liked them.
"Look," she told him, "if you need some money to get some more smoke .. ." She reached for her handbag.
"No, cheri, I don't need money for anything; there's lots of stuff where that came from. My own personal stock," he replied, bending closer to her, stuffing the joint into her mouth, "Let me light you up." This cat is very independent, she thought, better follow instructions. Don't want to rock the boat any.
The music seeped into her tired body, mingling with the smooth warmth of the joint. Slow music with a heavy black beat, just the kind to lull her into a sense of security. David sat at her side, rolling a heavy joint for himself, a smile plastered on his face, studying this hot young fuck that had fallen into his lap so suddenly. Obviously she came from good stock. There was money, the way she talked, the way she carried herself, even the clothes she wore, all screamed money. And that wasn't even counting the car. And money meant power in a city like Los Angeles. And despite all her soft sophistication, he knew she was inexperienced, maybe even a virgin. But she was also good fucking material and his cock was straining against his levis like crazy. He just had to have it! But he decided to let her call the shots. At least initially. That way she couldn't claim afterward that he had forced her into anything. This little man-trap was as anxious as they come but, still, it paid to be cautious. Survival, at all costs, was essential.
'This is good smoke. And after a long dry summer, it tastes even better." It was at school that she'd had her last joint, at least ten weeks ago. She watched as the smile on his face widened.
"Then inhale, cheri," he commanded, "Don't let it go to waste. Suck it up. Get all that goodness into your pink lungs."
When she did, her head went reeling into space. "I'm getting high. High like hell." she told him, waving the joint under his nose. 'This is great stuff. You're really a friend to share it with me." Her mind was racing now. Any inhibition was fast disappearing. She took his hand in hers and studied it for a moment. It was so big. There was a callous on the heel. Gardening was not as easy as pushing books all day long. But it must be great exercise.
"Well," he offered, "anything for a pretty young girl. If she is good enough to give you a ride, she's good enough to share your stash." She smiled, knowing she was on the right track. "Don't stop smoking," he continued, "it does your head real good."
He was right. The hot pungent smoke burned her throat all the way down. But the feeling. That was what Lisa loved. That effect of weightlessness and control. Of unlimited power. And the effect it was having on her cunt, too! Her clit was itching; the inside of her cunt felt as if a million ants were crawling about there, their little feet sending rippling sensations through her stomach and her hard tits, right into her brain. This was magic. The kind she had wanted for so long.
She placed his hand on her taut tits, proud of the way they stood up, away from her body, like the pampered pair of apples they were. Super-cute and stiff, and full of life. The fabric of her expensive silk dress make his hand glide across them, skimming them, then gently, lightly, he squeezed them. She felt them react to even the lightest touch, flexing and getting even harder than they were. It was like some kind of monster, newly born, stirring ii her chest. And Lisa felt wonderful. Everything was adding up.
She continued to draw the piquant smoke deep in her lungs, inhaling to make every bit of it count. That seemed to heighten the sensations already swirling in her brain. David was content to merely rub those beautiful tits of hers to the rhythm of the music, slowly, feeling for the nipples through he clothes and squeezing them a little harder between thumb and forefinger as Lisa squirmed and squiggled around contentedly, giving in to the seduction of music, smoke, and a pair of able hands fondling her, for now the other hand was on her body too, delightfully frisking around the soft insides of he classic thighs. Not quite to the cunt yet, a little closer to the knee, but getting to the juice-box in it own sweet time.
When David put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer, slipping him nimble finger through the top of her dress, she moved in against his firm body, the warmth of a male body, not a pampered one reeking of cream and cologne, but one that smelled good. Of sweat and hard work. Crisp and beautifully male. Like that Marlboro ad. A real man, not a coddled brat.
He massaged the top of her shoulder, the roughness of his hands bringing a tingle to her soft skin, moving closer to her armpits, reaching with his hand as far as it would go through the top of the dress. She snuggled up close, like a baby enveloped in those big arms, feeling just a little bit helpless, not quite knowing what he wanted her to do, and hoping he'd give some indication. He did, by taking her hand and placing it on his bulging crotch. It was as if some small animal was loose in there. David's dick was jumping and stirring. It wanted to get out. It wanted to be free. But David kept his big paw over her tiny hand, rubbing that bulge, while the other hand moved in on her titties, rubbing away too, in time to the music. Lisa looked at him.
"Easy does it, cheri." That was all he said, reaching forward and yanking the zipper down. Suddenly the room and Lisa's ears were filled with a rat-tat-tat, as the zipper flew open. The marijuana had heightened her every perception.
"Go on," he commanded. "You really want my cock. I'm sure you do. But, cheri, you're gonna have to get it yourself. If you want it, go on and take it out."
Lisa turned and looked him straight in the eyes. They were smoldering. He was just as hot as she was. She stared into the top of his open levis. The bulge was enormous and all for her. All she had to do was reach out and get it At long last.
Her refreshed, no-longer-tired body responded to the challenge. She fought to get the top of his pants unbuttoned, to get to the object of her desire, using all the strength in her tiny hands. At last, she got it loose.
To expose more of his body, she juggled with the lower buttons of David's shirt. What she saw then really turned her on. Really convinced her that she'd made the right choice. A firm, flat, very muscular stomach. The rewards of working in the outdoors. Warm and inviting. Her tiny hands ran up those muscles. She liked the feel of his body; she liked the way he just relaxed completely, still massaging the top of her tits, slowly edging into the rest of them.
When David began to unbutton more and more of his shirt, Lisa just let her hands follow, roaming higher and higher up his chest, until the shirt was completely open. Her finger traced the outlined detail of every etched muscle, flitting over them like a soft, warm breath. Until she found his nipples. They were hard, too. Just as hard as hers were and just as tender and as sensitive to touch. They were doing a little dance of their own under the guidance of her very nimble fingers. She could tell David liked that
"Go on, cheri. Suck them. Put that soft mouth of yours on my tits and suck them. They're really sensitive. Go on."
One thing about the smoke. While it exhilarated her, heightening every perception, it seemed to have just the opposite effect on David. She was like a kid in a candy store, fingers flying all over his chest and stomach, anxious to get it all in one sweeping stroke, while he was content to he back and savor every moment of this sweet young virgin working over his body.
And where she was content to just touch his nipples before, now she was squeezing them with her fingers, watching them as they got harder and harder, responding to her eighteen, or almost, year-old-touch. She liked this new game. Playing with David's tits was exciting. She watched intently as the chest muscles jumped around and flexed, making the nipples rigid. She had power in her fingertips.
"What you're doing is okay, cheri, but I said for you to suck them. Lick on them like you lick on your own when you take a bath or when the lights are out. Or whenever. Kiss them with those soft-as-butter lips of yours. Come on, Lisa. Do it." When she responded to his needs he broke out in a series of sighs. "Yeah! That's it! That's it! That's it, cheri. That's better. Now use your tongue. Move the tip around and around. Work it! Work it! Yeah! Like that! Now you're really cooking, cheri. That mouth and tongue of yours really feel great on my tits. Work it, cheri! Work it!" It was really a startling revelation that she, with her very limited experience, could reduce such a fine specimen of a man to ooooing and aaaaahing like David was. Maybe she was born to this kind of activity, she thought. She certainly was taking everything beautifully in stride.
Lisa was sucking David's tits like all hell had broken loose. What she wanted to do most of all was reach out below that smooth silk dress and put those fingers right into her wet box. But it took both hands and her mouth to satisfy David. Every time she threatened to move one, he'd reach out and put it right back on the money. So she sucked. Sucked and licked and kissed them, feeling them twitching around in her hungry mouth, rolling them around in the wetness there. That a man's tits could be so much like her own, not in anatomy, but in response, so alive, so full of vibrating energy, had never crossed Lisa's mind. Now she was amazed.
When David took one of her hands away from his nipples and began to rub it slowly across the bulge in his crotch, she got the message right away. But she wanted some indication of its real size. She tried to get her hand around it. But his cock was too big for only one. And the fabric of his jeans and underwear kept getting in the way. But the length was a different matter. She would swear as she slid her fingers along the bulge to the point where his cock folded somewhere between his legs, that it must be at least all of ten inches. That she had to see right now.
But things tit-wise were going too slow. She'd have to speed them up a bit. He liked it when she squeezed and licked his tits. Maybe he'd like it even better if she bit them. Not too hard. Just gently at first and depending on the reaction, harder and harder. A series of rapid, easy nips had David gasping. "Aaahh, that's it, cheri. That's wonderful, my fine little fuck. Bite my tits. Yeah! Yeah! Bite them, cheri. And what about the other one? Doesn't that count too? Work on the other one, cheri. Put that mouth on my other tit and bite it. But gently.
Now he wasn't waiting for her to follow. He was too jumpy and hot for that. He simply dragged her head over to the other one, sprawling her body across his chest. Oh! If she could only stick something in that juicing cunt of hers. That would be so nice.
But David was pulling her mouth hard against his tit, forcing it open, forcing more of that muscular chest of his in her face, grinding her mouth into his hairy chest. And Lisa responded by biting and sucking like a milk-starved infant. If this was what it took to please her man, then that was fine with her.
And he was reaching one of those long arms across her shoulders, down her back and into the back of her panties. That felt great! David was going to play with her ass. Wow!
And what an ass it was! Tight, compact, firm. Everything a young ass should be. Yielding just enough under the ministrations of his work-calloused hands. Not too soft but still pliable. Like putty at just the right consistency. A good firm young ass.
This drove Lisa so crazy that she began earnestly devouring his entire upper body. Moving like a dervish from tit to tit, nibbling the skin in between, moving up and down the washboard muscles. A young fuck turned on. Really turned on.
And all the time kneading at that beautiful snake coiled in his pants and waiting to be free. How much longer could she keep this up without letting it out? The time was now, now, now.
"Wait a minute," she gasped, let's get this off," she shouted, tugging at his pants. She was so hot. And he was so hot, she feared the race would be over before it even got properly started. T don't want you coming too fast. In your pants and all. That wouldn't do at all, would it?" The excitement burned like a fever in her blood. "Get up! I want to pull your pants down. I want to get at that cock you've got hidden in there. Go on. Get up!" She grabbed the waistband of his levis even before he could arch his back, tugging as if her life depended on it. They were tight. It was a hell of a fight to work them over his ass and down to the floor. And David wasn't helping any. He was just stretched out enjoying the ride. But there is nothing as determined as a hot young virgin who has been stalking cock for so long, when it is so much within her reach.
Slowly, slowly his levis gave way to her resolute effort. Slowly, slowly it inched down his well-developed legs. She tugged and tugged, until, at last, his cock was free, jumping in the air at her, happy to be out of all restrictions on its freedom.
Lisa looked at it. Christ! It was bigger than she'd imagined. Big and ramrod straight and hard like a rock. Just what the doctor ordered. Another flagpole with a big rounded knob at the end. And with a drop of shiny, sticky liquid oozing out of the slit.
Taste it, Lisa. God on and taste that drop of come. A voice inside was directing her now. Urging her on. That and the prickly sensation clawing at her pussy. Lisa arranged herself between David's legs, settling into as comfortable a position as possible. Sticking out that startling pink tongue of hers, she licked at the drops of clear come, savoring the taste, eyes still glued on that cock that promised so much pleasure. Already it was delivering. She loved the taste of come. She couldn't wait to get more.
Before it was only the tip of her tongue in contact with his cock, licking the come. She stretched her lips, widened her jaws, and the big hot knob popped into her mouth as if it belonged there. This was sheer heaven for Lisa. To have that cockhead in her mouth, to feel it with her tongue as it flared and jumped around with every variation she tried. She licked at the slit. This drove David wild. She could tell by the way that live cock flexed and jumped that it was very sensitive. Contracting her tongue tip to a fine point, Lisa tried working it into the slit. Not that it got very far, the slit was too small, but it brought one helluva stir from that little monster of a cock. The head was alive and kicking. And flaming hot, too.
Letting some of the spit escape down the length of the shaft, she grabbed it down near the root and slowly started a long stroke, from the root to the head and back again. Slowly, slowly. Prolonging the pleasure. Not wanting it to end ever. His cock was so smooth and responsive, spurring her on to even greater variations of the main theme of cock in mouth, hands jacking the shaft off.
One hand she needed to hold the thing steady at the base. It was too excited to control otherwise. With the other she worked on that very tender spot where the knob runs into the shaft. She exposed it by pulling the skin way back, licking at it with her tongue to get it all wet and slippery. That way her hands could work best. Gently she twisted her tiny hand around it, twisting around and around, still flicking her darting tongue over the spot time and again, while keeping the knob secure between her teeth. All that at the same time took some doing but Lisa was learning fast. She picked up on effective cocksucking real quick.
"Okay, my young tight fuck, let's see you wet my cock up real good. Let's see some good hot spit all the way down to the bush. Get that tongue to working, fuck, and get my cock all wet. Make it nice and wet, Lisa!"
Lisa didn't have to be told twice. She set to work licking at David's flagpole cock with a vengeance. She couldn't get enough of it. Licking her way down one side to the root and up the other side to the head. Then starting all over again. Then licking down the top to his thick bush and up the bottom to the spreading head. She hesitated at the nuts for a while. Just long enough to give them one long lick. They were jumping, too! David was really hot. She made a mental note to come back to the nuts later on. There were still loads of other things she wanted to do to that cock.
Now that his cockhead and shaft were completely coated with her love spit, she was amazed at the ease with which her hands could slide over the hardened shaft. This was wonderful! It only spurred her to double her sucking and licking efforts, her mouth loving every minute of it, constantly fighting her hands for control of David's stiff, hard snake. How could she have been kept away from this greatest of thrills for so long and still survived, she thought, the wetness in her own crotch beckoning attention.
Holy Christ! Her cunt was on fire. Raging flames of passion shot through her body from that juice box. Working on David's big cock had started a torrent of juice flowing down there. Lisa's young hot body was really turned on now.
She had to do something about it. Not losing a single stroke, Lisa freed one hand to reach into her panties. It was so hot and wet. It felt as if she'd stuck her fingers into a bowl of yogurt. And Christ! How that eager pussy grabbed at her fingers! But it was the clit she zeroed in on, squeezing it and rolling it around between agile fingers. That felt good!
But David wanted all her attention, her undivided talent. "Uh-Uh-Uh!" he screamed. "That's a no-no, cheri. Get both hands here on my cock. Give it everything you got. And when the time comes, I'll give you everything I've got. No need to bother now. I'll be everything you can handle, much more than you ever had before."
Only that promise of more to come enabled her to take those fingers out of her hankering hole, putting them back to work right where he wanted them, on his cock. She knew that her act had really gotten to him, for now he was slowly pumping his hips. Back and forth. In and out of her mouth. No more sitting back like a prince and allowing her the pleasure of doing all the work. David was pumping slowly, in time to the music on the stereo, in and out of that hole in her face, that was so hot and wet and tight.
Slowly, slowly, the cock slid into her. On the middle of her tongue, gradually filling her mouth up, inch by loving inch of hot stiff cock to deal with. Stiff and smooth and silky. And all in her wet warm willing mouth. Could a real American princess ask for anything more than Lisa was getting at that moment?
Lisa wrapped her tongue around the bottom of the shaft, forming a tunnel of wetness against the flagpole, getting as much contact with it as she could, holding it like a bun holds a hotdog. What she wanted to do was hold it just there. Make that minute last. Capture that monster with her tongue. Wrap it in the soft flesh.
But David was too hot to allow any such shenanigans. He was just pumping cock into her mouth. No time for finesse now. Lisa could only use her tunnel tongue against that slippery cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Quickly she was getting the hang of it. Cocksucking is a real pleasurable sport, once you understand what's required, she thought. Very pleasurable.
Wider and wider she spread her lips as further and further that big cock moved into her mouth. In, in, in, and she opened to accommodate its entry, feeling the aroused giant quiver every time she brought the very tip of her tongue against the slit in the head, the shiny head itself and that supersensitive area just behind the head. It was so easy. No big fuss. This she could do all day long.
But now David was really shooting his bolt. He brought his bear-like hands up, locking her head in position, in the direct path of his slow-moving battering ram of a cock, riding back and forth with each deliberate pump of his hips. A slow, graceful movement. Some exotic ballet done in the heat of pure human passion.
When he began feeling her neck muscles as she gulped and swallowed against his cock, Lisa just knew that she was on the threshold of a whole new revelation. The urgency in his big hands gave him away. Something was going to happen soon. But David just continued pumping away at her mouth, each time diving further and further. But still more than half his tool remained outside the reach of her tongue. This was not good enough. No sir. Lisa wanted all of it. Long and thick as it was. Lisa wanted every inch of that cock in her mouth. But how could she accommodate so much in her mouth?
David picked up on her desire, gradually feeding more and more of his long pole of solid male meat into her face, a little more each time he pumped forward, inch by incredible inch. His hands left her throat and wandered up to her chin and jaw, his fingers gripping both sides of her cheeks as his cock ballooned them outward. Through the pretty skin, he could feel the pressure of his organ as it slid past her teeth, over her tongue, plunging in and out, in and out.
This was super. Young hot blow-job, and a juicing cunt, he would bet too. He had some night ahead of him. No sweat. On a night like this he enjoyed staying in. Who wouldn't? Her mouth was driving his experienced cock crazy. This young fuck truly enjoyed pleasing him. She really loved sucking his cock. Not like so many shit heads who made you feel they were doing you some great favor just to lick the head, just to give you a hand-job. That kind of woman made a man feel like a shrimp that's been beached for a week. But not this little Lisa. She couldn't get enough of his cock. She loved cock. That was obvious. And so young and tender. Real prime fuck.
And, you know something, Lisa was thinking along similar lines. She loved the way David fed that monster to her, a little at a time, inch by inch disappearing into her face. And the way everything she did just seemed to please him. David was an okay guy. Just the kind to break in an almost eighteen-year-old virgin. If only he'd let her work that button toy clit. Massage it good. Something to ease the tension in her stomach. His cock was driving her crazy. Her cunt was burning hot. Steaming.
What she didn't know was that David was thinking that if she was good and hot, his cock could then show her mouth some real tricks. Tricks she'd never seen before. "Cheri, why don't you play with yourself a bit. I want to watch you get good and hot playing with yourself as you suck my cock. Bet you'd like that. Sucking on my dong and playing with your ding. Give that clit some enjoyment too, eh fuck?"
Without waiting for him to change his mind, her finger dove through her clothes, reaching for her pleasure palace. Uuuuuummm! At long last. That felt good. Hell, it felt great. Paradise to Lisa. A big cock in her mouth, her fingers exploring the familiar territory between her legs, being allowed to do what they liked best.
A shiver ran up her spine, rocking her body with electric jabs of delights. In and out rode the cock in her mouth. In and out went the fingers in her wet puss. Little wonder she was shaking like a leaf. It was too much for her mind to absorb. One step away from Lisa, hemmed-in daughter, was Lisa, expert cocksucker.
Wider and wider she opened her mouth. And now David was pushing his cock way past the center of her tunnel tongue and up against the back of her throat. This was a new twist. Suddenly Lisa started up with both hands pushing against that muscular, lean body, trying to get so much of that cock out of her mouth. But David was in no mood for such games. Further and further in that big, long cock of his went, cutting off all of Lisa's air. God, she thought, she'd die of lack of air. She wanted it, that was true. But not so much so soon.
When she was about to drop from lack of air, he slowly slid it out again, that big hand of hers locking her head tight against his body. No escape for our hot young cunt. No choice but to take whatever David had to offer. And that was some monster.
Just when the head butted her lips and she started to suck in some air, he rammed it into her mouth again. Not slowly this time. He slammed that brute of a cock right into her face.
Lisa stuttered and sputtered and spat. God! That cock was choking her. She was choking on his cock. Suffocated by a cock, what a way to go. But even then her tongue didn't want to let go of David's cock. Her determined tongue was still wrapped around as much of it as it could. Talk about being caught between the devil and the deep blue sea that was Lisa.
David pried her head loose from his stiff member. "What's the matter, cheri? Too much to handle? But listen, and listen real good. You came up here on your own and you got me all hot and horny. Now you're gonna get me off just the way I like it! For cheri, I'm gonna fuck your throat like it's never been fucked before. And you know something, you're gonna like it like you never liked anything before. I'll guarantee that, cheri."
Now Lisa's mind was in a tangle. What did he mean by fuck her throat? Was it what she thought?
She didn't have too long to wait. His cock was threading the needle again. Right dead in the middle of her face, past her lips, and right into the back of the convulsing throat. She coughed and coughed, forcing that cock out of her mouth. "What's up, cheri? Can't you handle a simple thing like my fucking you in the throat? Is that too much to expect from such a hot young fuck like you?"
Once the coughing stopped, she managed to stutter an answer. "Never . . . I've not been fucked in the throat before. This is the first time. You . . . you're the first one."
"I don't believe that! Great guns! A virgin throat. Cherry intact and all! Well, if it's that way, you and me are gonna change it. There's not really much to it. Just listen, it's all very easy once you get some tips from an expert."
"I. . . well. . . it's not like . . ." she began, but changed her mind when she saw the dark scowl on his face, "anything you say, David. After all, you're the driver. Anything you say."
"Listen good, now! Just keep that hot nice mouth of yours open wide and don't squirm around too much. Leave all the moving up and down to me. All you do is open your mouth. Got the message?"
Lisa nodded, still in some doubt, but nevertheless anxious to try this new twist to the hot game she loved.
"Next," he continued, "You hold your breath as I push my cock into your mouth. And when I pull it out, you breathe. Simple, No? In with the cock, hold your breath. Out with the cock, you breathe. A baby could get that. Let's get down to some throat-fucking then. We haven't got all night long."
She crawled over to him the way he liked his women. On her hands and knees. Settling in once more between his sprawled-out legs. Ready to go to work on that big dick of his once more.
"Why don't you play with yourself a little? Go on! You like that, don't you? Get your cunt all heated up once more. That's the way I want you. All hot and sweet. With that tight box of your steaming!"
Again Lisa reached her nimble fingers down into the slippery slick box of a cunt, doing as she was told, working her clit, dipping her fingers in her own cunt juice, spreading it around the folds of skin covering her clit and rubbing them all together. "Aaaa . .. aaaa . . . aaaaa . . . aaaaa . . ." Lisa was super hot again, gasping for breath as the surge of pleasure washed through her body. David could tell she was nice and hot again. No point delaying any further. Now was the time to tell whether she really had it in her. Whether she was really a super fuck.
To allay any doubts in her mind, he let her go back to what she so willingly had done a couple minutes before, sucking and licking away at his big bulging cockhead, stroking it gently with one hand while the other kept busy in her cunt. He enjoyed the tension that excitement seemed to build in her young body. She was hot and she was willing to learn. Whatever it took. Now he smiled, almost savagely, as her mouth redoubled its efforts to please him.
But slowly he once more began pumping into that wet mouth. Along the tunnel of the tongue, back further until he reached the very back of her throat. And still further. Right into her throat. Now he was fucking a young virgin throat all the way.
Lisa struggled as best she could, fighting to free herself, coughing like mad but unable to pull away from that big hand that kept her face right up on his cock. She was impaled on that shaft of meat. David didn't budge one inch. Slowly, like an executioner, he moved his hips forward some more. She wanted cock, didn't she? Now she was going to get cock. All of it. This way she could taste it, see it, smell it, and feel it. All at the same time. Could she want more than that? She was getting cock the best way he knew how to give it. Every last inch of it Right down her throat.
But what's this? Our little lovely Lisa was struggling like a rat with its head caught in a trap. Her struggles only served to excite David more. Every time she coughed, her throat contracted against the knob of his tool. Pulling and tugging was doing his cock good. The more she thrashed around, the better it felt. One of those rosy rewards for breaking in a rookie.
When he pulled her face off his dong and looked down at her, Lisa was sucking air like a drowning man. She wanted that cock, only it would take time to learn just how to take it all. Time which David didn't have. Now he looked at her face, flushed red, tears welling up in her eyes, and her busy fingers never missing a single stroke as she worked that hot clit of hers with a fierce passion!
"Remember what I said! Don't be so fucking stupid! Hold your breath when I go in, breathe when I pull out. That's so easy!" David was shouting, disappointed that Lisa couldn't get such a simple instruction. Without further warning, he rammed his cock down her throat again. Fuck! She would either learn quick or cough up her lungs. Humping all the way, he delivered quick short strokes into that tight throat which closed in around his cock. Then he pulled out again. Only to plunge back into her throat tunnel before she could sputter. In and out. So she wanted to get throat-fucked. Now she was getting it. And he wasn't hearing any complaints.
So in he went again. Shoving in his cock as deep as it would go. Then humping like crazy until it was in all the way. Then rolling her head around between his big hands and out again. Elementary, my dear Watson. In and out. Fast and slow, varying the pace. Then repeating it all. Quickly. No break in the proceedings here. Not with David worked up to the state he was in. Worked up by that hot young cunt, Lisa. With that sweet young body. And her exciting young innocence. That was Lisa, a package no man could resist. That is, no man who liked his pussy young and virgin. Prime veal.
Oh God, she thought, I wish he'd come. Why doesn't he come?
But coming was not on David's mind. Not yet, at least. There was a lot more to do before that happened. A long way to go.
He pumped his hips forward. Straight into her face. And out again. Never letting up. Never giving Lisa a moment's rest. Now at a slight angle. Scraping the sides of her mouth, hitting that soft, wet, internal throat-flesh before descending. Down into that tunnel of quivering throat that treated his cock so well. In and out. Pounding away at our Lisa's mouth with a ferocity she had never imagined possible.
Then he jumped to his feet, dragging her body with him and ramming the full length of his cock into her throat. This stiff pole, pushed in so brutally, all at once, brought her mouth/throat passage in one straight line, arching her neck in the process. It was as if someone had stuffed a thick bar down her throat. A steel bar with a flaring head and a pulsating shaft.
This time he made no move to pull it out. He just rammed it in and left it there. With no regard for her feelings at all. Her body skewered on that big stiff cock of David's. Skewered on a pole of live masculine meat, down her throat.
Lisa opened her mouth as wide as possible, desperately trying to get some air, fighting for her life. The room was swirling before her eyes, growing dark. She pushed against that firm muscular body, beating against his chest with her tiny fists. Air! Air! She had to have air. She hit him with everything she had.
Suddenly his cock slid out of her mouth. Lisa grabbed at the air like a beached fish, sucking it into her lungs. That was when David showed his hand. He plucked a small object out of a bag lying on the floor and pushed it into her face. There was a snapping sound like a twig breaking, and then a strange sweet pungent odor filled her senses, cutting off everything else. And the entire picture changed.
Instantly she wanted that cock of his. That big cock she had spat out not so long ago, the same one which had been threatening to choke the living daylights out of her. Whatever was in that tube worked a special magic on her body. Yesssirrreeee. Lisa wanted all of that cock and as far back into her throat as David could get it. All of it. And his balls too! She could handle it all now.
Now she fell to teasing him. Opening her mouth just a little bit and pushing that beautifully pink tongue of hers out at him, flicking it across the top of his cockknob and into the slit time and time again. Back over the top, polishing the head with her tongue, making it shine with her hot spit. Provoking David to action.
Okay, big boy, she thought, you want it so bad, come and get it. I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours. Lisa can handle it. Just try me, big boy. Push that hard hammer of yours into my mouth and watch me swallow it. Watch me take care of the little monster growing out of that bush. Try me, I'll show you, David.
But David just caught her head between his knees in a sort of wrestling hold and stretched out playing with himself slowly. Sliding his cock in and out of his fist with expert timing, bringing it right to her lips, popping the head between her teeth and popping it out again. Every time Lisa reached forward to swallow that dick, David would tighten the hold on his knees, keeping her out of range.
A few times and he was tired of this game. He switched to a new line of attack, scooting forward on the sofa and letting his ass hang over the edge, legs spread out wide before him.
"Come here, Lisa! Now you're gonna lick my big beautiful nuts. You're gonna suck 'em and lick 'em till I tell you. Be real good to them 'cause they're very sensitive. So come on! Get that mouth working on my nuts! Now!"
She didn't need an invitation to that party. It had been in her mind since she got his levis off. And the way they banged around as David slowly jacked himself off only attracted her more. God, they were so big. One of those love eggs filled her mouth right up. There was a nice feel to it, as she popped it in and swirled it around in the hot spit between her teeth. Like a sugar-coated almond. Only it didn't melt. But it was just as sweet. So Lisa flitted from one to the other, repeating the process to David's complete satisfaction. Soon they both were all covered with her saliva and sliding in and out of her mouth with a delightful ease. Big wet nuts popping in and out of Lisa's pretty mouth.
No wonder David was jacking off with a furious intensity now, that big hand of his just gliding across his cock with expert facility. He hit her face with the length of the shaft every time his hand whipped across the top. He was punching her face with his cock, but this didn't deter Lisa one bit His nuts were too exciting. How she wished he'd come and spray that hot load down her throat There was nothing she could really do to hurry him. David was in full control of the situation. But still the small taste of man-come she had had at the beginning when she licked his cockhead clean of those first few drops haunted her memory. Lisa wanted more of that delicious come. Right from the source. She wanted to lick every drop out of David's cock. Licking away at his balls brought her so close to the source. She was sucking David's come factory. Those shiny wet nuts produced the come she loved so much. So close and yet so far. And David content to slap the side of her face with that pile-driver of his, slowly working himself up to the point when he'd explode.
"Good! Good! Come here, cheri! Bring that hot mouth here! I got a big hot load of come I want to shoot into her throat! Right down into your goddam stomach. And you're gonna feel good swallowing it. Some come on! Open that mouth of yours all the way! Big Daddy's gonna give it to you. All of it for my little baby fuck!"
Roughly he snatched at her head, forcing her down on his throbbing cock, pushing it as far as it would go into her face. Quickly he brought his hips up and humped a few short, desperate strokes. Now there was no time for breathing. No time for Lisa to suck or lick at the flaring head. No time to polish the knob with her wet spit. Now all she could do was to open her mouth as wide as possible and hope for the best. David was too hot for anything else.
Lisa was just a wet, warm receptacle for his come, just a clutching something to massage his cock while he shot his load. All the finesse was gone as he took one last lunge, plunging fully into her throat, holding her head still between the fingers of one hand and shoving a broken-off popper onto her nostrils with the other. Instant reaction. She gobbled at his cock, providing that last final sensation that was needed to start his pumps going.
On with the afterburners, pulling out all the stops, firing on all cylinders, David pumped a hot stream of hot, living come, thick and white, in a series of quick bursts, shooting out of that violently spitting slit in his cockhead right down into her throat, the thick wad sliding down into her stomach with relative ease. No problem.
But even as David was coming, still he wanted to hump that throat, to get even further into it, to punish that throat fully. That's the only way a virgin throat would ever appreciate fully a good throat-fucking cock. You had to do your utmost. Give it a real first-class throat fuck. The kind they always remember.
Still shooting rapid burst after rapid burst of come into Lisa, David pulled back for one last, deep plunge with the passion of a drowning man clutching at a straw, a trail of hot come in the wake of his fiery poker. Now Lisa's throat and mouth were both filled with the viscous liquid and still she couldn't swallow. At least not all of it. It was too much. His jellybean nuts must have been in full production for a week to make so much.
Try as she did to prevent it happening, some of the precious fluid leaked out of her open mouth as David's still-spitting cock plunged into her throat for the last time, flexing and flaring all the way. It dribbled down her chin unto her neck, dropping globs on the front of her pretty silk dress. It was beautiful. Like an abstract Picasso, painted with the life-giving lacquer of this new lover. Her first, in the true sense of the word.
More and more bubbled out of her mouth as David finally pulled his still-stiff cock out of that battered hole in Lisa's face, filling in all the gaps in her live painting. Let us say that Lisa, our lovely little virgin-cunt Lisa, was truly a painted lady. And Lisa was in her glory. Wonderfully satisfied, as she dipped her fingers into the blobs of come and transferred it to her tongue. Not a drop of it was to be lost. It was too precious. And too difficult to come by, Lisa knew, since she'd spent a long time chasing it.
CHAPTER SIX
T didn't tell you that you could come, cheri," David said, taking the glass of vodka from her and slowly sipping at the swirling, colorless liquid. "Next time, do exactly as I tell you. Okay?"
It had been ten minutes or so since he had pulled his dripping cock from Lisa's mouth. In that time he'd made her take his boots off followed by his socks and his shirt. She was developing into a very well-trained little house woman. David liked a woman who could follow orders to the letter. Sort of like in the Army with him as the commanding officer. Then he made her drink deeply from the full glass of vodka. To warm up her insides.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, too?" he asked, "Sort of in time with the music, cheri. A striptease for an audience of one. Me. Just me." With that he raised the volume of the stereo until the music was blasting in her ear. That, the vodka, and now another popper. And Lisa was off like a rocket
She wriggled her ass around a lot, knowing how this always excited men. What was in a tight young ass that got to a man's inside? she wondered. Slowly she lifted the silk dress over her head. A curtain going up on that young sweet body of hers. The long legs. The smooth-as-velvet skin covering the flat stomach. The asscheeks filling out her panties. And the absolutely drooling cunt The front of her bikini panties were soaked from all that activity!
Next the bra. And those little golden apples fell into view. David's eyes bulged when her tits stood up and looked him straight in the face. For the umpteenth time, he thought, prime fuck, prime fuck. They were so beautifully formed. God! Really delightful little apples for his sucking and biting. And the cunt when the bikinis came sliding off. It was as dainty as a rose. Blossoming right there between her legs. He had really found a winner tonight.
"Come over here. Next to me. I want to suck on those two sugarplum tits of yours. Here, smoke this joint while I'm doing it. Make your head feel better." He ordered her, feeling the strength rising in his cock again. That organ was primed and ready for action.
Needless to say, Lisa did exactly as she was told. Contentedly puffing away while David took his time. First one tit and then the other. Small enough to fit completely in his mouth, those titties got harder and harder as David crammed the whole thing in, biting down gently on the entire globe of soft golden flesh. Flicking his tongue over the nipples and feeling them come to a new life under his wet touch. Burying his head in the cleavage between, not being able to make up his mind to go to the other one or stay with the original. David was really having a great time! And Lisa too! This was turning her on something furious.
It went to her head when David took the entire tit into his mouth, sucking, biting, and licking all at the same time. One thing could be said about
David. He knew how to play with young tits. He couldn't get enough of them. But then, who could ever have enough of tits like Lisa's? That's what they were made for. To suck and lick and bite. And when you're finished, to start all over again.
"Lie flat on your stomach and suck my cock." he told her, T want to work over your ass while you go to town on my cock. And if you get my joystick good and heard, I'll stick it all the way up your ass for you. I bet you'd like that a whole lot."
Lisa shook like a leaf on a tree in a high wind. David was gonna fuck her ass. Wow! How much could she ask for from this guy? With the deepest of all pleasure she could be his slave for life if he would only treat her like this every night. Fuck her father, her education, his money. Everything. This was where life was at. A good-looking guy treating her as if she were the crowned queen of fuck. That was the big pay-off she had dreamed of.
Grateful for all that he'd done so far and the promise of more to come, Lisa buried her face on that cock, ramming all of it into her throat. Bobbing her head up and down the full length of the glistening shaft with a fierce passion. Even David was stunned!
"Wait a minute, cheri! Not so fast. Nice and easy does it. Play with my balls while you suck my cock. And I'll play with your ass."
This served to cool her pace a bit. Gently she tongued the head, licking, licking down the length of the stick, around the big hairy nuts and up again. She especially liked working on the slit in the head. That was when that little monster cock jumped at her, head flaring out. She liked feeling that in her mouth.
"Now, let's have a look at your back door. You really play my cock like an expert, cheri. Now I'll play your ass."
Good! That felt sssooooo gggoooooddd, when his tough hands gently massaged her asscheeks. Lisa almost jumped off his cock, squirming around all the time that electric current of contact flowed through her young body. Squirming, squirming. Trying to get his hand closer to the hot hole. That's where she wanted them-in her hole.
And David picked up on the action, for he stuck one finger up her tight little asshole without warning. A stab of instant pain shot through her. She wanted to shout at him to stop being so rough but he just pushed her head further onto his pole. Who could talk with a throat full of cock?
And was he getting reaction from that tight asshole! It sucked his finger in, and when he wiggled it around, her ass muscles just clamped up on it, holding it tight, tight, tight, tight, the chunks of beautiful flesh bowing inward in a way only a young ass could.
To really get some distance from this ass, David needed lubrication on his finger. Not far to go when the dripping wet pussy is just around the corner. So he reached into that wet hole with his finger and more electric jolts shot through Lisa. God! she thought, what is he doing? Fingering both holes at the same time? That excited her. She lifted off his cock to tell him so, but he just shoved it back into her mouth where it belonged.
Now there was not the slightest tinge of pain when he stuck that juiced-up finger into her ass again. Only pleasure. Pure pleasure. Her cunt juices was the perfect lubricant. And Lisa wanted to show David how much she was enjoying herself. So she sucked and licked on his dong, outdoing her previous performance.
But David was taking his own sweet time with this ass. Working the cunt juice up into a second finger and before long, that one was up her ass too. Good! Now Lisa had two fingers in there and the squirming really began as David started pushing them in and pulling them out. Slowly fingerfucking her ass, the hot tunnel clinging to those talented fingers all the way.
David wanted her ass tight for his cock, but not too tight or he'd be coming before he was good and ready. And that was not in his plans at all. So now he was concentrating on his labors, paying particular emphasis to the entrance. Every time he brought his fingers out of the tunnel, he spread them out, widening the hole a little all the time, working the muscles to the desired looseness. And watching the asshole spread before his eyes. It's amazing how a young, tight ass can adapt once the fingers used have some patience.
Before Lisa realized it, there were three fingers up her ass, working their magic, expertly stretching that twitching hole. Today Lisa was going to collect on the itching and twitching in that ass of hers. An itching and twitching built up over all those years of not being able to do exactly as she pleased with her own body.
"Mmmmmm, yummmmmmmmm, yahhhhhhhhhh," was all that she said. Her mouth was too full of cock to do anything else. She was amazed at the way her throat muscles had adapted to that long, thick intruder filling that tunnel. It was as if they were specially designed just for cock. A natural deep throat. And very satisfying.
"Enough of that, cheri!" commanded David, "Come see what I have in store for you." But she had to be pried off his cock again. Lisa had taken to this cocksucking routine like a duck to water. David's cock glistened with all that hot spit on it. The perfect lubrication for ass fucking. A Utile detailed explanation was needed before Lisa, the novice, fully comprehended the procedure.
"Squat down," David instructed, "with your legs straddling me. That way you can sit right down on my wet cock and get ass-fucked at your convenience, nothing to it, cheri."
Once her young, tight asshole was directly aligned with his turgid tool, Lisa gently lowered herself, inch by inch, trembling all the way, until the tip of David's dong was right at the door to her well-finger-loosened asshole. "Don't stop," David encouraged, "keep going all the way. You'll love it."
Once Lisa had dropped those couple of inches in one determined spurt, the cock was in her with a surprisingly small tinge of pain. The big, well-lubricated knob pushing past that sphincter at the mouth of her hole and into the dark hot channel beyond it with comparative ease. And it felt so downright good, too.
Lisa lowered herself even further, taking the shaft about halfway down its length. God! It felt great. But how much could she take in her back door? Suddenly she started pulling back, but David would have none of that. "When you get ass-fucked, cheri, you get ass-fucked all the way. Every inch of my dick, madame." With that he broke another popper and shoved it into her nostrils. Before the powerful gas could reach her brain, Lisa lost all fear, dropping all the way down on David's cock, while he humped her back door but good, pumping cock back and forth into that very accommodating tight hot ass. Yes, ass-fucking definitely has its rewards. If both parties are willing and eager and if the fucker knows what he is doing-then the little fuckee can get ass-fucked to her delight!
And Lisa's ass muscles were really tight. In spite of all the loosening up work David had done on them, they still clung to his pole like suction cups. And all those delicate membranes beyond the hole itself, up the tunnel, they were getting into the act, too. Such are the true pleasures of fucking a tight ass. David was hot out of his mind. He started bouncing Lisa up and down off his lap with a heavy pumping, enjoying the way those apple-tits of hers bounced with the rest of her lithe body. Bustin' bronco time: with a cute young thing to ride his cock. When last had anyone had such a sweet ride?
David put his hand between her legs, slowly crawling his fingers into the succulent snatch. Christ! It was dripping wet. The lips of her pussy were so soft and inviting and warm. Lisa was really a hot little fuck. But, then, so were all of those rich kids who had everything. Once you taught them who was in charge, who the boss of the outfit was, you had a good hot fuck on your hands for as long as you wanted it. David was sure that Lisa was no different. Why should she be? A little older, perhaps, than some of those others who descended from the hills every so often to seek their thrills on the plains below. But the same well-kept, eager-to-get-it-on appealing body, begging for hot action, the same as those nymphs he'd seen at the hotel that summer. After all, the Beverly Hills Hotel was one of the favorite watering holes of the money set.
David was the boss of this and every situation involving these young things. Since they got no real heavy parental guidance at home, these hot teenagers really responded to his heavy macho act. It was so new to them. Yessir, they loved it.
But then, with a big hard cock like this, he was a natural for the boss role. After all, that's what men are born for. From the very beginning. To enjoy fully the hot young cunts of this world. To take complete charge of the situation. To shit with all the hang-ups of this world. There was always another tight hot fuck right around the very next corner. Especially in a bit city.
Now David wrapped those big arms around Lisa in a bear hug, bringing her ankles up around his neck. He got a good grip and stood up. Lisa was fully impaled on his cock. All the way. All that cock was up her ass. Poppers, liquor, grass. They were a man's best friend when it came to fucking those snooty ones. No doubt about it.
Like that, David walked her into the dining room, supporting her all the way, never letting his cock slip one inch out of that hot hole. And getting in a lot of humping on the way too!
Soon he had her positioned on the dining room table, legs still up around is neck. Standing over her, he was in a beautiful position for really battering that asshole to a frazzle. And there was nothing she could do to stop him. She had to lay flat on her back and take all that David had to give. Every inch of it. No flinching.
Rocking back on his heels now, for a closer look at the situation, David grabbed one cheek with his hand while pushing her legs further apart with his elbows. This gave him a full and unobstructed view of that tight hole with that long pole of a cock sliding in and out and out so effortlessly. A greasy pole in the horizontal fitting just right in that almost eighteen-year-old virgin ass.
And when he pulled back, out of the warmth of that shit hole, there was the sight of those tight ass muscles clinging to his pole, puckering outward in their desperate effort to retain his cock where it gave so much pleasure. Sucking and grasping muscles, fighting for possession of his cock.
And Lisa? Why she was groaning with absolute delight, having lost count of the number of times she'd come since that first one with his cock in her mouth and her fingers in her cunt, head numbed, heavy from the effects of the vodka, the grass, and the poppers, body lapping up so many waves of pleasure washing over her, our lovely little Lisa was past caring about any of her problems. She was completely happy, having given herself so freely to this stranger.
She groaned and her asscheeks tightened up like a vice, squeezing David's cock, muscles rippling along the full length of the shaft. David jumped. That was great! He plunged in once more and Lisa did it again. Wow! This hot thing was really warming up to the ass-fucking scene. Her asshole was getting real sensitive to his every thrust
And when he got in all the way, there was the heat of those same asscheeks flowing into him as he leaned against the superheated flesh, balls banging against her rump, as he pressed even some of his cock bush into her asshole.
He leaned forward some more, resting her feet against his chest, bending those long legs at the knees, and giving him room to get both hands filled with those tits of Lisa's. Nothing like getting both hands around hard young tits while your cock works at the other end unhindered. Her nipples were as hard and firm as could be expected under the circumstances. When David pinched them between his fingers, Lisa started to squirm. But there was no escape, spread out as she was across the dining room table, his big hands using her titties like handles. And the big-headed cock shoved clean up into her guts really didn't allow her much movement. No sir! Our Lisa just had to he there and take it all.
David rammed it into her a few times more before switching to a new position. He carefully explained it to Lisa. "Okay, now I'm gonna turn you over. But with my cock still in you. Just do as I say and you won't even feel it." He went on to elaborate just how she should pivot her body around. She followed. First one leg, flat against the table as she slowly turned on her side. Then the other, so that now she was almost folded up completely. David grabbed her and pulled her off the table supporting her, impaled on his cock all the way, and before she knew it, he was pumping cock into her, while that powerful hand now closed around her neck pushing her face into the surface of the table.
Lisa didn't care for the rough-scene thing one bit. It would have been easy for her to really hate David's guts. He was brutally banging her. How much of this could she take? Christ! He was tugging at the soft wisp of hair on her box, her beautiful perfectly formed box. It was great, but there seemed always a tinge of pain associated with the mountain of pleasure David was giving her body. His big fingers went on toying with her cunt lips despite the short cries coming from her throat David just wasn't paying any attention to her now. He was out to get as much of this as he could.
Still, he wasn't quite satisfied. He kicked her legs out from under her body, spreading them wider with his knees so that now he was right between them. Now her legs were wide apart and her ass was sticking up in the air, exactly level with the battering-ram cock which he plunged into her with renewed vigor.
That was the perfect position for ass-fucking. Now Lisa was just a piece of meat, a warm wet hole for his cock to ravage as he wanted. Wiggle and squirm as she might there was no getting away from his punishing pole, slamming into her asshole, a totally defenseless target, just right for his young-girl-ass-crazy cock. David plunged into Lisa like a jack-hammer going to work. Never letting up. Never giving her a chance. Giving her all of it, then slowly pulling out that magnificent tube of human steak.
Lisa was his, all his to do with as he pleased. Anything. He redoubled all previous efforts. Alternating speed. Orchestrating that ass-fuck like a maestro, slamming that baton into her hot ass cheeks. Nothing mattered now except his complete pleasure. And he was out to get it. After all, this was what Lisa had asked for. And Lisa was getting hotter and hotter. But not quite as hot as David wanted. When she was really boiling over, then he'd shove his cock all the way in to her quivering quim. That was the ultimate.
Slowly his fingers entered the lips of her cunt. He was in no big hurry. Her ass was doing fine for now, those helpless buns really taking the punishment of their life as he pressed as much of himself against them as he could, never letting up with that swollen cock, burying it to the hilt, time and time again, deep in her clutching membranes, rotating his hips against the hot round asscheeks. And rotating Lisa in the opposite direction, so that she came up to meet him coming down, and all that jazz. David couldn't get enough of this young thing.
But now his fingers struck something that he had never expected. He was shocked. This called for a change of plans. A whole new line of attack. He pulled his bulging cock out of her asshole and spun her around, completely surprised, his face a study of confusion and pleasure, passion and bewilderment.
"What's this?" he demanded, "Why the hell didn't you tell me you're a virgin? For Christ sake, say something, cunt!"
But words were not needed, so in a flash he had Lisa in that iron grip once more, bending her over backwards this time and pulling her onto his bigger-than-ever, very excited cock. No point in waiting when cherry is at hand. Take it right away.
He could feel the thin membrane tear loose under his sledgehammer assault That spurred him on to jamming that tremendous tool right into her. Deep. Deep. As far as it could go. Right up to the hilt. Like burying a sword in a sheath. Deep inside her and leaving it there for a little while. To feel the pleasure of that heretofore virgin cunt doing its thing with his cock.
Just then, the key turned in the front door lock and two guys walked in. Through her gasping and choking, her panting and puffing, Lisa saw this too. And her head went zing! She hoped they had as good equipment as did David. For certainly three were better than one. In the dimness of the room, their faces were hidden but not the very obvious bulges growing from their crotches. No sir. They were sticking out a mile.
"Don't stand there like ghosts! Stupid fucks! You want in or out!" Now David was laughing, pleased with himself. "Want a piece of my hot, young, high-class fuck, or don't you?"
It didn't take them two seconds to peel out of their clothes and join the scene. Just a small amount of small talk to decide who would get which hole. Shit! Why the fighting? There was enough for everybody. And they could always switch later on to whatever pleased them. Lisa had a lot of mileage left still in her.
"Fuck! It's Lisa. What the fuck is she doing here?" A voice, familiar and friendly, sounded in her ear. When she blinked her eyes clear the face came swirling out of the room at her. It was Vic!
The same guy who took care of her father's horses. The one who she wanted so much. What was he doing there?
"You two know each other?" David asked, a trifle annoyed.
"Yeah . . . well it's like this . . . you know . . Vic answered. That got David mad. "Quit the socializing. We've got some serious fucking to do here. Let's get with it. In or out, Brad?" The third one only put his hand down to his stiff cock and waved it at them. He was ready for action!! "And you, Vic?" By now Vic had regained his composure and his curved cock was returning to its full extension. That matter was settled. At least for now. On with the fucking.
Already Brad, the shorter of the two newcomers, was slipping his fingers into Lisa's dripping cunt. A couple times more and he was really turned on. Lisa was moaning softly to herself, not quite sure what was going to happen next but loving all the possibilities open to the four of them. Christ! Her head was splitting, but David soon cured that with another popper shoved up her nose. He seemed to have an unlimited supply of them.
Three pairs of hands lifted her off the table. She was being carried into another room. Where, she didn't know. Why, she knew. One thing all three men in that room could agree on, Lisa was prime fuck. The experienced eye can tell real talent at a glance. And though Vic was a little shy still, the enthusiasm of the other two more than made up for it.
Soon Lisa was spread-eagle on a big, king-size water bed. Three hungry vultures staring at her in the strong light. What a pretty sight she was! As pretty as a picture, as the old-timers say. But here in the flesh. The real McCoy. Legs spread wide revealing the sweet naked pussy, an invitation to sheer delight. And firm young tits. Lovely pliant white flesh, just waiting to do their bidding. More than enough to make any cock get up and stare you in the face. To stand at attention and salute! Present arms!
Lisa took a brief moment to fully appraise the situation. David, she passed over quickly. Brad was short but built like a football tackle. Muscular arms and chest covered with hair. With an outrageous cock. Like a stiff boa constrictor growing out of his bush. Could she really handle that kind of equipment? At least, she'd try.
Vic was clean-cut. Very much like David without the moustache. Tan and muscular, but not the bulging kind of muscles. The muscles of a man who, like David, loved the outdoors. But there was a quiet something about Vic she couldn't quite place. He didn't seem his usual self tonight. Something was bothering him. Lisa didn't let that throw a wet blanket on their merrymaking. They were here to party, and the party was about to begin.
Brad didn't have to play with his cock to get it ready. It was as ready as ever to go! go! go! Hell, he was already in the bed with her, shoving another popper under her nose, saving a little at the end for himself. She coughed and sputtered and closed her eyes. Just in time to feel his big hand grab her leg, pulling her over on the side, the tip of his monster pressing against the lips of her pretty pussy with a fierce urgency. His cock wanted in. In that tight young cunt. And Brad was waiting for no preliminaries. When fucking is to be done, you fuck . . . not talk.
Lisa struggled a bit, not knowing what else to do, as Brad started slowly working that devil of a cock into her still-tight but newly worked pussy hole. What Lisa didn't know was that many women a lot older and bigger than she was had been known to have backed down in the face of this organ that Brad was so proud of. Luckily, Brad was not as violent as David or he would have torn poor little Lisa from stem to stern. No violence for Brad. What he liked most was a long, lazy, uninterrupted fuck. That way he could feel that he really had had a good workout. Something to remember the morning after.
But Lisa's cunt was in no mood to take on such an outrageous cock. It resisted Brad's attempts as much as it could under the circumstances. But that monster invading her most secret parts was persistent, slowly parting the lips, inching its way into the opposing passage, discovering young tight cunt on its own, feeling the internal membranes yield slightly, all the time gaining more and more ground.
Lisa groaned and groaned as the walls of her cunt desperately tried to conform to these new stretched-out dimensions. But through it all came the dull thudding of pleasure seeping into her bones. It was happening. She began to squirm with this newly found source of pleasure. "Like it?" asked David, standing beside the bed, slowly working his hand over his upright tool. "Kind of tight and sweet, eh! Best cunt we've had around these parts in a month!"
Brad was too busy fitting his tool in to give much of a reply. "Say, David, why don't you jump on in back of this cunt and let's ride together? Maybe we'll meet in the center." To drive home his point, Brad drove another couple of inches into that fleshy drooling cunt. Instant response from Lisa's fleshy box. A flood of juice squirted out the walls to lubricate the passage.
"Great, baby!" he said to her, "Now we're cooking with gas."
She locked her arms around this man who was giving her so much pleasure with his big cock, clasping her mouth to his and sucking in his tongue in the same manner she'd sucked in David's cock not too long ago. Brad responded by shoving another couple of inches into her. Now her pleasure palace was becoming real accommodating, stretching to take all there was. "This is A-class cunt, David. Where in hell did you find this?" he asked, licking his lips.
"Let's say, she found me!" was the reply. David was still lazily playing with himself while Vic still stood there a bit bewildered by the fact that this was petite demure Lisa taking all that cock and squirming like a snake on a hot rock. David broke off another popper for Lisa. The way she reacted to them, he could feed Lisa poppers all night long. Lisa jammed her wet cunt further up Brad's shaft. Already half of it was in her. And there was no pain, only a sweet flood of deepest ecstasy.
"Watch me go to work on those titties. These nice cute things."
He sucked them into his mouth again, fitting a complete tit in, licking at those dime-size nipples, excited by the way the little nipples stood up firm and hard, challenging him. Just watching Brad do that got the better of David. He could wait no more. He positioned himself at Lisa's shit hole once more. If the first time had been so great, the second time would be better.
Brad rolled Lisa over slightly to give David a bit more operating room. Only to find in so doing Lisa's wet pussy had engulfed his entire cock. Right up to the big balls dangling under it. Some pussy, he thought, some talent. He lay there motionless for a while letting that throbbing cunt interior fully massage his cock head. But if his cock was at rest his head wasn't as he bobbed repeatedly from one tit to the other, biting those hard nipples with a passion.
Mmmmmmmm. Those titties were something else. The only thing Brad loved more than young firm tits was more young firm tits. And this pair definitely qualified. When it came to the snatch, words were not enough to describe how Brad felt about this young flesh, relieved of its virginity only a few seconds before he entered the room, and at ease, fully adapted to his monster cock already. That took some doing. Now he began to pull his cock out of Lisa's juice box.
Lisa felt a switch. From pleasure to infinite pleasure. How could one cock be so good. Fucking with Brad was like fucking with some big bear. Big, powerful, and hairy. And now to compound her ecstasy, David was settling in at the other end. Hell! Maybe they would meet in the middle! All that cock! And what the hell was Vic waiting for? A formally printed invitation?
When Brad was all the way out of her, Lisa felt empty. She knew something was missing, some giant of a thing had been lodged in her hot hole. Now it was out. Lisa would have none of that. She started forward with all her strength, determined to shove that cock back up into her love tunnel where it so rightly belonged. Up to the hilt she took it, settling down to feel the bones of her pelvis adjusting to that massive intruder, the flesh of her most secret inner membranes clinging to that telephone pole like a hand in a glove. She wanted as much of that monster machine in her as would fit. Lisa wanted all of it. And Brad was perfectly willing to let her have just that much. All.
She wanted to climb on him, straddle his body, and bury his cock up to the hilt in her throbbing kip. Her glory hole could take it. But David was busy at the rear end, spreading her cheeks wide and teasing the flaming hole with his cock head. His cock was all ready to go. Ready to pay a second call on that by now familiar territory. With Brad working away at the front hole like the expert he was, David just waited for the natural flow of things to bring her asshole his way. He placed the head of his cock right up against the hole and watched as the cheeks spread open to allow him entry. At the same time he placed his free hand over to the tit that Brad was not working on at the moment. It was so hard. Like a diamond. And all wet from Brad's ministrations. He rubbed the nipple around, watching as Brad started a long, slow dive into her soaking-wet split. And then David started his move, too.
His cock was throbbing like mad, anxious to experience the inside of her asshole again, remembering the pleasure of not too long ago. The lips of her hole opened a little and his head pushed against them with just enough force to accomplish his mission.
What's this? What's this new twist, thought Lisa, arching her back to accept Brad's thrust and to take full advantage of David's. A little humping on David's part and now our little virgin-not-to-long-ago Lisa had two big cocks in her, one in the front, the other in the back. Yessireeee! And yet another on stand-by, she thought, looking up and seeing Vic flogging away at himself with a slow, easy motion. What would Daddy say now? Hell. Fuck Daddy. Better yet Fuck Lisa, you two horny studs.
By now Brad was content that she was in great shape for the night ahead. Now he could really go to work. Relentlessly he began to pound pussy. Not violently, but with a definite rhythm. This was great for David. He could lay back and absorb all the aftershock, for in the fallout of Brad's pounding, Lisa's entire insides were transformed into one great big bag of clutching, quivering flesh, pulses running from cunt to asshole in waves, massaging David's cock every time Brad let loose with his sledgehammer. And Brad was moving a lot of water around that big waterbed too. It was like shooting the rapids and riding a great big wave in Hawaii at the same time. And all with a cunt vibrating with a delightful urgency.
When the gigantic knob of Brad's cockhead was fully distended, he would stir it around in the juice of Lisa's cunt and that would start a whole new series of different reactions moving from deep in her sluice box to her asshole. And again, those ass muscles would knead and manipulate David's cock like something out of a book. And Lisa would groan and groan as the waves of pleasure rocked her body back and forth. Still, she thought of Vic. What's with him?
But now David was moving too. All three of them as a matter of fact. Brad pushing into Lisa. David diving into her rear. And Lisa moving back and forth between the two of them. And the bed. You've really got to fuck with a waterbed under you to appreciate the acrobatics of the situation. That's why waterbed motels are always filled. Once, and you're hooked for life. No bruises.
Lisa, that incredible cock-gobbling machine, whispered something to Brad who shouted to Vic, "Come on over here, Vic. She wants you too. Her mouth's got nothing to do. Come on, fill it up!"
Without missing a stroke, her open mouth fell on Vic's curved cock and now there were one, two, three big stiff cocks in her. That mouth felt so wet and warm and just right on Vic's cock, the upturn allowing the head to scrape against the roof of her mouth. It gave him even more satisfaction since his cockhead was very sensitive. She played the full length of it with her tongue, watching his balls contract every time she fiddled with the slit. Fuck! She just had to do something about those jelly beans. Those nuts really attracted her. In spite of all the hot action going on at the other end, Lisa clamped her mouth on the nuts and sucked them into her face like a big cow licking berries off a bush. Just what she needed to complete the day.
"Yes!! Yes!!! Yes!!!! Fuck me! O God! Fuck me!
Fuck the shit out of my pretty pussy! Get into that rosebud of an asshole and never come out! I want it! All of it! Don't stop now! Don't ever stop! Just give it to me! All of it! Give me cock! Cock in my mouth! Cock in my ass! Cock in my cunt! Give it to me, fellas! Give me cock!"
Lisa was screaming her head off between gobbling on Vic's cock, pushing back on David's tool, stuffing it right into her body. When it was fully all the way in and the shock of pleasure hit her brain, Lisa jumped forward to meet Brad coming down into her, into her grasping cunt. Then she lunged back again, feeling it pull all the way out of her, and right into David again. Now both men were just lying back, letting Lisa do the work. What could be nicer than a little sweet virgin fuck scooting back and forth between two cocks while having a third, full to the hilt in her mouth?
Brad looked at her, amazed at the way she had really taken to Vic's tool. There wasn't all that much to it. It was smaller than either his or David's and yet Lisa seemed to be really getting off on it. More so than on having his giant cock moving back and forth in her wet pussy. That was something he would ask her about, but at some other time when they could analyze the phenomenon better.
He took one of her hands and placed it on his tit, squeezing the small fingers around the hard tit so that she got the message. Now that there was nothing left, she was fully utilized since the other hand was somewhere under Vic's balls. When she reached down and dipped it in her own puss juice and put it back on his tit, he almost went mad with delight. Lisa was a Pandora's box of tricks. She picked up on anything they showed her. Just once, and it was a habit. That was all right with Brad. That kind of chick was one in a thousand. Let's face it, the majority of broads are real dumb asses when it comes to fucking.
Never once did any of them miss a stroke, as one or another of the men broke poppers and stuffed them up Lisa's nose. This only drove her to new heights. And them too. She fastened her mouth on Vic's cock like a milk-starved infant, putting into effect all the tricks David had taught her, licking at his balls, nibbling them gently, polishing the knob of his cockhead until it glistened, and taking the whole cock deep in her throat, pulling the balls into her mouth at the same time, and letting her throat muscles palpitate against the whole kit and caboodle.
And sandwiched as she was between David at the back and Brad at the front, she was lost in the pumping and pulling out. And when the two of them started to push their cock into her at the same time, and Vic was buried in the throat, then there were three cocks in her. The two rock-hard monsters were rubbing against each other somewhere through her guts inside, trying to meet somewhere inside her, pressing and coming together. Fuck it! Lisa was coming again. Again and again. Make her glory hole even nicer for Brad. And naturally, Brad being the kind of gentleman he was, showed his appreciation by slamming into her box even harder, giving her all that her cunt would allow. Which was all of him. Every bit of his cock into Lisa's spasmodically pumping body. And David would pick up on it and pound against her, pumping all the way home. And down she'd go on Vic, more deep throat at that end.
And again. And again. And again.
Until Brad got the brilliant idea of getting on her. With everyone and the waterbed rocking like crazy, it took a bit of ingenuity to arrange that little scene. Now David was under her, she was lying flat on her back against his cock, which was still buried deep in her asshole. And Brad was in a sort of half-kneeling position, the best he could do, what with Vic now almost sitting on her chest, supporting her head with both his hands, pumping cock into her mouth like a man's supposed to do with a hot, talented mouth. And the waterbed racking them gently. Brad was an expert and he proceeded to show it.
"Oh, I love this tight hot cunt of yours, Lisa. Let's see what it can do. Let's see how much it loves me!" he said to her. "And I love your ass. It is no nice and tight and sweet," David said, as he continued to fill up her ass.
Vic said nothing. But he too never missed a stroke, happy with this new position that allowed him to call all the shots with Lisa's hungry mouth imprisoned by his hands.
But when Brad started to rotate Lisa's hips between his hands, one on either side of her waist, rocking her with amazing speed, this forced her further back on David's cock, the two cocks rubbing against her guts and they both began pumping like maddened animals. They too started to groan, joining in the chorus Lisa had set in motion. It really was a spectacle worth the price of admission. Hell! Brad would give his right arm for a workout like this twice a week. The other days he could fill with all the others on the Strip, and really dream of Lisa.
Somehow Brad was maneuvering the whole menage to the edge of the bed. This way he jammed her up against the hard frame and there was no mercy shown that battered pussy by them. But it was David's ass that was really paying the price since he was the one in actual contact with the wooden frame. But he didn't mind. Hell, at the time, he felt nothing but the sheer delight that Lisa's throbbing asshole was bringing to his cockhead. Every time Brad slammed that bulging weapon into her, David would hump upwards and feel her whole body impaled on his cock. Brad's full weight was against her, helping considerably, and Vic, sitting on her hard tits, whipping his hand over his rigid cock, while Lisa sucked his jelly beans, was coming out of what ever shell he had been in before. But now it was time to work his pole back into her mouth. Not at the expense of his nuts, though. He took that rod in hand and bent it into a bow, forcing it between her lips. Just the knob at the head and the nuts. The shaft of his dick was outside. Amazing! Fucking amazing! But when you're with someone like Lisa, it brings out the best in you.
David too was working on something new. He reached down to those hot asscheeks with both hands, spreading them wide, positioning fingers on both sides of his cock and diving into the puckered lips. Slowly, but surely, David worked two fingers into her ass at the same time his cock was in it. A little at a time, just teasing the hole at first, getting them all wet and lubricated with all the puss juice dripping from her cunt, keeping a steady pressure against the hole, and soon, the lips of her ass puckered outwards and took his fingers in, too. That really excited David. He wanted to see it happening, to watch cock and fingers sliding in and out of that defenseless hole would have been a real treat.
But Brad could see it all from his position and he gave David a real play-by-play, describing fully the way the flesh at the very door of her hole heaved out toward his cock and fingers, pulling them into the hole with a passion. And then how it moved away from cock and fingers, but deep inside beyond his view, clinging, clinging, never wanting to let him go.
"Go, Brad, go!" encouraged David. "Fuck that little girl cunt! Get that big cock of yours into that tight cunt! Work it!" And Brad fucked cunt like he had never done before, for the feel of this cunt was better than he'd ever had before. This teenager was specially designed for fucking, for stringing out on hot hard poles of stiff hot hard poles of male meat! In the mouth, out the mouth. In the ass, out the ass. In the cunt, out the cunt. Any young hot horny heiress crazy for cock couldn't possibly ask for more. This was all she could handle anyway. Three cocks buried deep inside her flesh, friendly throbbing neighbors in that warm, willing house of clutching muscle and clinging flesh that was Lisa.
Brad couldn't help but think if you passed Lisa on the street and took a good look at the sweet innocent smile on her face, you would never in this world think that she was the really hot little whore that she was turning out to be. That was really something. You can never tell just by looking. Under the coolest exteriors burn the hottest little tight cunts.
And the way she wiggled up and down against his cock proved she had some talent. Properly nurtured, properly developed, Lisa could become the queen of fuck in no time flat. The way she picked up on things. And Brad wanted to be the one to do that developing. That best suburban teenage pussy face got to him.
When the three men began talking it over, wanting to switch holes for a while, Brad made it perfectly clear that the others do what the fuck they wanted, but he was happy where he was. And as if to prove it, he began pumping into her soaking-wet pussy again. Vic picked up on it too and was face-fucking her with a vengeance. If she wanted cock, give it to her. Anything to keep Lisa happy. All the way down into her throat, each entry threatening to choke her in this new position because of its curve. And David settled down and did whatever he could manage, pinned as he was under her. Whatever the others wanted was their business; her hot asshole was exclusively his to work in.
Brad saw that Lisa was coming. What a hot bitch she was.
Minutes later, they were switching again. A roll and a half-turn and now David was riding on top, Lisa in the middle, face down, ass sticking out in the air, and Brad, lying flat on his back, expertly sucking away at those baby tits while at the receiving end of all the cunt contractions rippling over his cock when David plunged deep into her ass. Vic merely had to sit with his legs well spread out Lisa's head did all the accommodating necessary.
Now the curve in his cock was no problem. Another problem solved with one more popper. This baby Lisa was a champion cocksucker.
"Good girl," Vic encouraged her as she went at it anew, "Suck my hot cock, baby. Get that pretty face of yours up against the bush. Yeah! Yeah! Like that! Swallow it, Lisa!" Still there was a gentle tone to his voice, in spite of his passion. And Lisa was sucking in that superheated cock of his into her cock-hungry mouth, licking at it with her tongue, hugging it with those soft, bow-shaped lips. Then Vic did a popper and when the gas hit his brain, he started scooting his ass back and forth against the bed, pumping all his cock into her. Pulling it out, all but the head, having her lick the slit for a second or two, and then plunging it back into her face again, up to the hilt.
And Brad just lay there letting her clutching pussy do all the work. Every time David dived in back, the muscles of Lisa's cunt would contract, squeezing his whole cock, engulfing it with a glove-soft grip that rippled up and down the length of the shaft ending up at the knob with a sort of soft vice grip. That was something only the most talented of cunts could do. And it got his enormous cock even bigger, the head flaring out wider and wider in Lisa's freely juicing cunt. Brad also wanted to do a little experimenting. With Lisa lying fully across his body, he wiggled and squirmed until her tits were directly in line with his mouth. Then, his big hands pushed them together, those beautiful apples coming closer and closer together until, with his mouth stretched to its widest, tongue pushed out all the way, Brad popped both titties into his mouth at the same time, biting down on them to keep them there.
Lisa wanted to scream. This was spectacular. What else would these men do to her body? Was anything else possible? But of course, she couldn't open her mouth any wider. There was too much hot cock stuffed down her throat. So she just squirmed in an ecstasy of pure pleasure.
And when David started rotating that big cock of his in her asshole, it became sheer unmitigated pleasure. In he'd go, into the throbbing asshole tunnel as far as possible; then he'd pump his hips in a circular motion, at the same time flexing some muscle in his cock shaft which brought the cockhead up a bit, flaring and fighting all the way, rotate the big cock head, and then pull almost all the way out.
Then Brad would start sliding his human masterpiece into her quivering cunt lining. And somewhere in the middle, with David almost out, and Brad almost all the way in, those two fuming cocks would meet, causing additional waves of pleasure to overcome all three of them. Then Brad would pull out, and it would be David's turn to plunge into her ass.
Occasionally, with just the right timing, they both would dive into Lisa's trembling flesh at the same time. That would be utterly fantastic. A real achievement. A meeting of the minds.
But when Vic picked up the rhythm at the top end, working in harmony with the other two, fucking her throat, humping away just as the other two were plunging into Lisa, then she was really filled to overflowing with cock. A real A student when it came to accommodating cock.
And if Lisa was a student, then today must have been her graduation day, for these were certainly graduation exercises she was going through. And collecting all the prizes, too. Top of the class, was our Lisa. An honor roll, first-class, cocksucking, ass-fucking, cunt-fucking, student.
And just think of it. Only a few hours ago, her sexual experience-give or take those few childish scenes with Bobbi, and her finger-walking-into-her-cunt act-her entire sexual experience amounted to a big fat zero. Now Lisa was taking on three of the horniest studs in the City of the Angels, all at the same time, without any major problem. Truthfully, she was excelling at this.
And her mouth was wide open!
Her cunt was wide open!!
Her ass was wide open!!!
And how Lisa loved it. A cock in every hole.
By now the men were ready to change position again with Brad as the instigator. As usual. He couldn't seem to get enough of this tight young cunt that just swallowed his enormous cock so comfortably. Now he was giving directions again in that commanding voice of his. Lisa was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to hear the exact words but soon she felt hands moving her along the waves of the waterbed until her ass was resting at the edge again. Then they turned her on the side, never stopping that cock-pump going, never missing a stroke. Now Brad and David were standing on the floor at the side of the bed, on either side of her. Vic was still at the top, leaning against her face, pushing cock into her throat.
"Now, let's see what we've got in this position." A big paw grabbed one ankle, pushing it upwards and out of the way. Her legs were like a fully opened pair of scissors. At last, her ballet training had come in very handy. She was doing an aerial split. Her cunt and asshole were simultaneously exposed to he full force of both their battering rams, her throat and neck forced into a straight line by Vic's cock lodged deeply in the wet channel.
But even then this almost-child never backed down from anything these three men had to offer, no sir, not Lisa. In fact, she was still working her pelvis around, to take full advantage of the cocks pushing into her cunt and ass. Lisa just wouldn't be still for a moment. Not with all that cock in her.
But it was the sight of that petite face, distended by Vic's cock, sucking and licking at his balls so expertly every time he pulled out of her throat, just being plunging in again, that got Brad and David excited. Fuck! What talent! Vic was busy humping her tonsils, and Lisa was still getting those love nuts into the act too. It was freaking them out completely, so much so that they began sucking up on poppers like crazy. Vic, too, joined them. He was in heaven.
Now, eyes glued to what Lisa's cock-craving mouth was doing to Vic, Brad and David began pumping savagely into her, their cocks colliding with increasing violence inside her quivering body. Both cunt and ass were now stretched well out of shape. But the female body is a marvelous thing. Pull the cocks out of her, and in a few minutes those muscles, now so well stretched, would contract up again and each hole would be brand new and just as tight again.
Brad jammed his finger into her cunt now and had the increased pleasure of massaging the base of his cock while it banged into her split, while David's pile-driving tool massaged the top of it somewhere deep in her. And everybody's tool was being simultaneously massaged by Lisa's membranes. A whole Chinese puzzle box of sheer delight. "Fuck, you're the greatest!" shouted Brad, as he felt the hint of ejaculation start inside his body. Getting his rocks off, that's what counted now. He plunged into that cunt orifice wildly, pumping from all available angles, never letting up, each time he pulled his cock back, the better to shove it fully into that tender cunt box. He moaned and twisted in delirious pleasure.
And David and Vic began to pick up on the tempo too, all encouraged by Lisa's insatiable body. She was fucking them like she'd done nothing else all her life. And all this while straining her neck to keep Vic's balls in her mouth while deep-throating him.
This was no mere fuck scene. No. It was a dance, a song, a world champion game. A magnificent show of team work. Perfect harmony. Each a part of the whole masterful fantasy. And they were coming. Like a team. All together. Perfectly orchestrated by Lisa's positive vibrations.
Brad bent his body into a living sculpture of ecstatic agony as the first shots of superheated thick come began to fill Lisa's clutching cunt. "Lisaaaa!" he screamed in celebration, feeling David's cock pumping away through her insides, the thrust vibrating through the interior maze of her flesh, just as he erupted, bumping and rubbing against David's cock through the contracting, dripping walls of internal membranes. "Lisaaaaa!" shouted David, thunderstruck by the enormous amount of come exploding like a geyser out of his cock. And, "Lisa, Lisa, Lisaaaaa!" chorused Vic, grabbing her head, burying his fingers into her soft hair, and shoving his cock right full into her throat, an earthquake of some squirting into her stomach.
Again and again they came, cocking and firing, pulsing and shooting load after load of thick hot come into her. Into the deepest, most secret parts of Lisa.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, she sat demurely in the red Mercedes 450 SL, Vic at the wheel driving towards Malibu, both of them, retracing her steps of the night before. It was an amazing story he told her. He didn't tell her everything, though, leaving the rest for the best person, her father.
"You mean, after that fantastic fucking scene, you went out and called Daddy?" Lisa blurted out, nothing making too much sense, nothing really penetrating that deep inner peace she felt
"Yes. He was going crazy with worry. Had the cops looking everywhere. He'd even called in a firm of private detectives."
She smiled; even after all of the shit she'd pulled, her father really cared. But Vic was speaking again, "And you should have seen the faces of Brad and David when I told them who you were and what was happening." He laughed now. "You were peacefully sleeping off all those poppers by then. But the three of us talked long into the morning. None of us got much sleep."
By now, they had entered the driveway and Lisa could hear the gravel crunching under the car tires. It felt good to be back home, even if she was a little scared of her Daddy's reactions.
But all that fear disappeared when Lisa and Vic walked hand in hand around to the pool and Lisa spotted her Daddy, naked as a jay bird, in the shallow end of the pool, sporting an enormous hard-on, slowly working his way over to a big fleshy woman, floating on one of those inflatable pool rafts. She too was naked. With her legs spread wide apart. What was happening? Had everything changed so drastically overnight? Lisa was completely stunned.
And she was even more so when her Daddy stretched his hands out to Vic and said, "Ah, Vic, my son. I see you've got her with you. And you two have become fast friends in the meantime, eh! Just as I hoped. You see," he turned to the woman, "everything always works out for the best."
What in the hell was going on? Lisa wondered. But there were more surprises to come. Still more.
"Is she all right, Vic?" the woman asked.
"Yes, mother." Vic replied.
Mother! Mother! That's what Vic had called her. And her Daddy had called him Vic, my son. Was this her half-brother? Had she sucked off her half-brother last night? What was happening? Lisa was sure somebody was going crazy, and it might have been her.
By now, her father was out of the pool, still sporting that magnificent hard-on. "Let me explain, my child." he said tenderly.
And explain he did.
"After your mother died so tragically, I was lonely and lost. I buried myself in the business and made more money than ever but still nothing could Stop this pain inside. One night, I stopped in at Ships, you know, down on Wilshire. I was so lonely, I just wanted to see people, to hear them talk, to be with someone. Well, that's when I met Pat," he indicated the big woman, holding his hand. "She was the waitress who served me coffee. She was so kind and friendly. I began dropping in there every night. Just to talk, you understand. Well, one thing led to another, and I fell in love. But then, I had a problem, a big one at that. You.
"I wanted to marry Pat and adopt Vic, her son. But I wasn't sure how you'd take it. After all, I had brought you up to believe that you were so much better than the rest of the world, cars, big house, exclusive club, finest schools, etc. I was sorry, but Pd made a snob out of you. And I didn't want you looking down on Pat since she was only a waitress. And Vic, he's a fine boy. Next year he's going to graduate from UCLA Law School and come into the business with me. I wanted you two to be friends. That's why I concocted this little scheme of bringing him here to work. He's handsome, he's big. I was sure that you'd become good friends soon. Cut through that snooty shit. But . . ." he spread his hands wide, "whatever happened is all my fault. I never was really able to talk to you. Call it the generation gap. Call it whatever you want. There was no communication between us." He paused for a moment. "But I see, it's all worked out fine. You too are really good friends. And Pat and I can go ahead with our long-delayed plans."
Lisa had felt something for Vic since that first day. But it was only that morning at David's apartment that it all became as clear as crystal. When Vic announced that he was taking her back home, she agreed reluctantly on the condition that each one separately and alone make it with her. One more time, for the good time.
David she sucked willingly, getting off on the way his long cock slid down her throat so expertly. Brad she allowed to ass-fuck her, wanting to feel that giant organ of his up her sensuous asshole. And Vic. She saved the best part for Vic. Nor was she sorry either. There was some kind of magic in the way that curved dong of his just completely satisfied all her desires, all her longings.
She couldn't explain it; his was not the longest, or the thickest. But somehow that cock of his was everything pleasurable rolled up into one. And she really got off on the moans and groans coming from him as he plunged into her juicy cunt.
So, in her mind, Lisa had decided that Vic was the one she wanted more than the other two. But her father was talking again.
"Why don't you two join us for a swim? That way we'll all get to know each other. Properly."
And Vic and Lisa did just that. Now they were all united. One big happy family.
