Lynette hoped with all her heart that it was only her imagination but deep down inside she knew she was right. She was alone in the house with Jed her stepbrother for the first time since her mother and stepfather had gone to visit Aunt Jean in the next county. She felt the youth's gaze devour her curvaceous body as she hurried along to her bedroom. She slammed the door and leaned with all her weight on the rickety door while she locked it and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Jed could definitely be a big problem with her mother out of the house. He had made several suggestive remarks to the nineteen year old blonde and she j was definitely worried about being in the house with him by herself. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more her homecoming had been a bad idea. At first when her marriage broke up it seemed like the right thing to do but now the prospect of spending time in the rundown farmhouse with her mother and stepfather and stepbrother did not seem too appealing. The luscious young blonde needed some time to heal the wounds her unhappy marriage had inflicted on her and for this she needed some time by herself without the worry of her leering stepbrother.
The boy had been staring at her as if he wanted to rip her simple dress from her body and pummel his hands savagely into her ripe breasts and full thighs. Oh, a lot of men looked at Lynette that way; hungrily, lustfully almost brutally, as though her gorgeous young body brought out something obscenely violent in their minds. But Jed was even more extreme.
Slowly, Lynette got off the lumpy sagging bed and stared at herself in the cracked full-length mirror, surprised that she still looked fresh and innocently fresh even after her abortive marriage and the crawly feeling she had on her flesh whenever she was around Jed. The young blonde tried to focus on something that would take her mind out of her misery and for the hundredth time that week she took out a crumpled piece of paper and wondered if she should follow up the address. Her best friend from school days, Mandy Ryslip had given her sister's address in New Orleans and told her she should be able to find her a high paying job although Mandy had whispered that she hadn't seen her sister for five years and that her mother had disowned her older daughter. New Orleans seemed a long way off from the tiny community she lived in near Farmerville but she still had the bus fare she had managed to save out of her household money from the days with her husband.
Sighing in confusion at the uncertainty of her future, Lynette slipped out of her dress and folded it neatly on her mother's sewing chair, then stared at herself critically in the mirror. She wondered if she'd fit in in New Orleans. She'd heard all the woman there were so thin arid chic and she was so .. . well, downright curvaceous that she wondered if anyone would like her. She had lost a couple of pounds since she'd been sharing the meager fare at her mother's house but her satiny breasts still spilled out lushly over the top of her bra, and her hips and thighs were still voluptuously curved, their amber flesh as smooth as silk.
With her long glistening mane of blonde hair and her wide green eyes she decided that she looked too wholesome. Maybe if I went on a starvation diet and got down to about ninety-eight pounds and got my hair cut short, I'd look chic like the women in the glossy magazines, she worried. Damn these enormous breasts of mine, always poking out and making men stare at me, she muttered! She suddenly realized her fingers were trembling as they reached out and back to take off her bra, and the reason made her cheeks burn with shame, but it also started a faint throbbing in her loins and a warm gentle trickle of moisture in her pussy.
No! Not this again! I can't give in! It's wrong!
Lynette slipped her bra off her shoulders, watching her proud, succulent breasts spring forth, high and satiny with fat cherry-colored nipples that tilted heavenward and as she did so the throbbing in her loins increased. Her pulse quickened and her eyelids fluttered as she remembered how her husband used to massage them caressingly in his fingers, pressing his hot desire-engorged penis to her thighs at the same time, preparing for that first thrust up between her legs, that unforgettable hot thrill rubbing deep into her aching pussy flesh, bursting her virginity.
"Please god," she prayed, "make me forget!" The sound of her vocal plea shocked her, making her realize with a shock that her own fingeis were now massaging her hot swollen breasts, urgently caressing her now taut nipples. She tore her desperate fingers away with an effort and turned from the cracked old mirror her mother used in the sewing room, trying to erase the lust inspiring thoughts from her brain.
The desire-arousing feelings were precipitated by thoughts of her husband and the memory that it had been two months since she had had sex. Lynette slid her panties off, trembling slightly under the caressing touch of her own fingers, leaning far down as she pushed the flimsy nylon to her ankles. Her heart hammering in her chest and the trickle in her burning cunt growing ever stronger, the uncontrollably incited nineteen year old couldn't resist the perverted urge to peek in the mirror in the upside-down position, feeling naughty but immensely aroused at the inverted view of her ripe naked buttocks and long shapely limbs. . ..
Crimson with shame at her lust-arousing behavior, Lynette nevertheless stared at her wet pink pussy-lips throbbing through the golden wisp of hair, sucking gently inward as if in lewd invitation to an invisible lover. Suddenly, she realized with a stab of guilt that even her asshole was flexing in rhythm to her vagina, the tiny brown ring palpitating in obscene invitation. The tender young blonde gently wriggled her buttocks, knowing that if she kept the lascivious spectacle going much longer she would have to succumb to the violent sinful urge she hated so much yet which her body craved so insatiably.
Abruptly, with a fierce effort of will she straightened up refusing to look at her naked body in the mirror again trying desperately to ignore the pounding in her loins. With a long sigh, she flopped back onto the old bed she was forced to sleep on in her mother's sewing room, closing her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted by the sight of her own voluptuously glowing body.
Deliberately, she turned her thoughts to her dismal situation and tried to keep from bursting into tears at her prospects and the burning throbbing deep in her now inflamed cunt.
Trying to be objective about her state she went over in her mind the options she had to try and pick up her shattered life. She had been dazed when her gambler husband had rushed into her life but just as dazed when he had taken up with a carnival operation and rushed out again. There was no hope of a reconciliation with her ex-husband. Ruefully, Lynette conceded that he just wasn't the marrying kind as all her friends had predicted. She thanked her lucky stars that at least she had never had a child. To be stuck here in her mother's rundown shack of a home with a baby would have been the final straw. But even living here with her mother and stepfather was a temporary measure at best. There were no jobs in the small farming community and they certainly couldn't afford to support her.
She had no real skills to speak of having never worked after high school graduation and she was terrified of applying for jobs. It seemed to her the only sensible thing to do would be to go far away from everything; to New Orleans where she could start her life over again. She had Mandy's sister's address and Mandy had assured her that her older sister would be glad to put her up until she found a job. Still it seemed so far away and she felt like such a little hick and had so little money besides her bus fare to New Orleans. , . .
"Jed!" she cried as the door to the sewing room burst open.
He was standing in the doorway, watching her with burning eyes, his pallid pimply face drawn taut with naked lust. The scream suddenly froze cold in Lynette's throat, a thick lump that made her lips move sbundlessly. In the few moments he stood there, immobile, running his glittering cold eyes hungrily from the rosy nipples of her enormous succulent breasts down to her soaked golden pubic curls and glistening thighs, Lynette's terror began to mingle with hot rage. Her voice found itself in a hoarse croak:
"Get out of here! How dare you come in here without knocking!"
"Cool it," Jed muttered, his eyes riveted to her bare thighs as he edged forward a few inches. His hard face grew more ravenous as he swung his eyes to her lush breasts and his breath rasped in the room. "I just wondered if you were going to eat tonight, that's all. Shit, you've got the biggest tits I ever saw. Why don't you let me suck them for a while !"
Lynette screamed, short and soft with breathless terror, but he instantly took a step back and jerked his head to the door.
"Take it easy, Jesus Christ. There's no call to have a stroke about it. So I saw your tits and cunt, so what?"
Slowly the insolent stepbrother stepped backward, his gaze not leaving her soft, vulnerable body, until he disappeared from view. Lynette's heart began to hammer with delayed fear as she stood up on trembling legs. When she saw he was gone, she hurried to the closet and got her bathrobe and tied it so tight around her she almost cut off her circulation. Then she slammed the door viciously, locked it and then jammed the top of a chair beneath the knob, unlocking the door again and testing it. It rattled, but seemed secure, so Lynette locked the door once more and kept her eyes on it as she backed to the lumpy cot. With a deep, shaking sigh, she hugged her robe still tighter around her perspiring body and crawled under the patched blankets, trembling from head to toe with a mixture of fear and a coldness that seemed to chill her soul. After a few minutes, her tense muscles began to relax, but she kept her eyes on the doorknob, black in the shadows, while her mind relived the terrifying scene a few minutes earlier with her stepbrother.
At this point there was a faint undercurrent of some strange feeling she couldn't identify fusing with her fear, the tiniest tremor of excitement rippling in her blood.
Jed must have had another key to the door because she was positive she had locked it. What was wrong with him? But then why did she feel this odd thrill rippling through her body when she recalled his leering lust-filled gaze on her naked body? Even now, the earlier rush of wild excitement she'd felt when posing in the lewd, upside-down position before the mirror was flooding her body once more, as if he'd seen that exhibition too!
Her cunt began against her will to pulse hotly with desire as herthoughts filled her with profound shame and an intense yearning she couldn't hide. Lynette told herself that it was impossible for her to leave the door open while she posed obscenely ... but how else could he have gotten in? Maybe she'd unconsciously left the door unlatched hoping. ...
The luscious blonde shuddered and sat up, the hairs prickling on the back of her neck. Maybe she'd done it deliberately, spurred by more than two months of tormented sex deprivation....
Lynette hugged her arms tighter around herself, crushing her hot plump breasts together, confused and frightened. Yet she was becoming rapidly aroused again, pressing her moist thighs tightly together in a slow rhythmic squeeze while she recalled the fierce lust in her young stepbrother's eyes as he drank in the Iushness of her breasts and smooth white thighs, his gaze lingering on her softly curling pussy hair.
What if she hadn't screamed and frightened the boy? What if she had let him touch and fondle, and suck her breasts like he wanted? She would shiver as his hard fingers pinched and stroked her tingling nipples, then let his hands drift down to her ass-cheeks, edging deliciously closer to her throbbing cunt lips while she moaned and spread her thighs wide, eagerly, her fingers reaching out to grasp the thick lewd bulge of his pants.
"Dear god! No!" she sobbed aloud to break the erotic fantasy, and she forced her squirming buttocks to cease on the mattress. She suddenly knew what was wrong: It was dinnertime as Jed had suggested and she hadn't eaten. Yes that was it. Her trembling was due to hunger she tried to convince herself.
The blonde was starving but she had no desire to face Jed in the kitchen so she decided to try and go to sleep. She lay back in bed, still hugging her robe around her body and keeping her ears alert for the tiniest sound outside her door. She tried to remember Mandy's sister Veronica and concentrate on what life would be like in New Orleans.
She turned over on her side, cuddling herself, shivering as her fingers crept under her robe and teased almost unconsciously over the soft, hot flesh of her rounded belly. She'd promised herself she'd never do that again, that the shame and self-disgust she felt after mastrubation ... no matter how thrilling the thrusting feel of wriggling and jerking fingers in her cunt flesh was, it wasn't worth it!
But she'd started the habit when she had still been married to Gordon and had finger-fucked herself with increasing frequency and wantoness as the brief marriage deteriorated rapidly.
Her smooth cheeks were aflame at the thought as she hugged her desire-swollen breasts tightly under the covers, but she couldn't help herself. Almost immediately after she had married the young carnival worker he had started staying out late nights, playing around with other women and gambling. Lynette found herself churning restlessly until the early hours of the morning, her full, firm breasts swollen with desire and her trembling thighs continually moist with burning eagerness. The first few weeks he was fantastic in bed and her dreams were fulfilled as she was constantly -satisfied even when he did arrive home in the middle of the night.
But then after the first month he didn't come home except to change his clothes and Lynette began slipping into her desperate ritual almost nightly, her soft body shuddering with profound shame and lewd, urgent passion as wriggling and panting beneath the blankets she drove her own extended fingers obscenely up between her parted thighs as she stifled her wild moans through tightly clenched teeth.
And then the day arrived when he didn't come home at all. Another day passed and she didn't hear a word. Almost frantic with worry she walked the almost five miles to the carnival site and nearly fainted with shock.
The field was empty and all that remained of her marriage was a torn carnival poster and some full garbage cans. In a daze she stumbled back to the tiny apartment and tried to-make some sense out of her shattered life. Later, that day a letter arrived from a town near Farmerville and her husband informed her in it that he was sorry but married life was not for him. He felt trapped and bored and had to get back on the road. If she wanted a divorce, he stated, she could send the papers care of the carnival and he would sign them.
Lynette's self-esteem had never been lowered. Like a rejected puppy she packed up her meager belongings and returned to her mother's home. But now she realized that this was a mistake. She would never be able to stay here especially with her horny stepbrother and the depressing reminders of her husband in the small town.
Her decision had been made for her. Tomorrow morning she would pack up her few pieces of clothing in the battered suitcase and get on the Greyhound for New Orleans. There had to be a job for a willing young woman. Didn't there?
CHAPTER TWO
"Now be sure and leave this letter for mom," Lynette ordered. "And tell her I'll call her from New Orleans just as soon as I get a job and a place to stay" She handed the note to her stepbrother and tried to ignore the leering grin on his face as he took it from her. Wordlessly, she climbed out of his old jalopy and carried her own dilapidated suitcases into the dusty depot to wait for the bus to New Orleans. She didn't have long to wait and soon she was clim&ing up into the near empty coach.
The bus driver let his hand linger overs hers as he took the ticket she clutched in her hand. Lynette took a seat in the middle of the bus to discourage conversation with the overly friendly driver and settled back and let her worries fly by with the scenery out the window. For the first time in months she felt positive about her life. The nineteen year old had a new chance at life and she intended to take- every opportunity it offered her. She didn't want to be a porr little naive country girl for the rest of her life. She wanted to live!
"Central Greyhound Terminal, New Orleans!" the driver bellowed.
The young blonde suddenly realized with a start that the trip was over and she had reached her destination. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed the time passing. She hurried down the aisle and waited for the suitcases to be unloaded. The nervous young woman reached in her pocket for the hundredth time to make sure she had the scrap of paper with Mandy's sister's address and telephone number on it.
Lynette picked up her cases and set them down outside a phone booth and nervously deposited her dime and dialled the number. The phone rang for what seemed like a long time and she was almost ready to hang up in despair when a sleepy-voiced female came on the line.
"Hello."
"Hello, Veronica? This is Lynette Carlyle. Do you remember me? I'm Mandy's friend from school."
"Sure, I remember you although I guess you're a little different from when I left. Let's see you must have been only about fourteen when I split. What are you doing in New Orleans?"
"Uh... Well," Lynette stuttered not quite sure how to begin. "Mandy said you might be able to help me out with a place to stay until I get a job. You see. ..."
"Oh, she did, did she? What is that little sister of mine up to thses days?" the amused voice asked.
"She's fine. She's finished junior college now and she's studying to be a veternarian."
"Christ! Who the hell would want to look after a bunch of sick dogs. .. Yeah, I think I can put you up for a while. What do you look like now? Still a little blonde bombshell?"
Lynette felt her face turning crimson with embarrassment as Veronica asked her this question. She didn't know quite what to answer. "I ... I guess I look about the same, Veronica."
"Good! Now hop in a cab. Have you got money for fare?"
"Yes."
"See you in a few minutes, Lynette. I'm really looking forward to it!"
Quite excited at finding Veronica willing to take her in for a few days, Lynette eagerly hailed a taxi and gave him the address. She thought she saw him look at the address and then back at her in her cheap cotton dress and with her shabby suitcases but decided she was being ultra-paranoid. But when the cab pulled up outside a huge white mansion that looked like something off a movie set for Gone with the Wind, Lynette asked if perhaps she hadn't made a mistake. Her heart pounding she walked up the front steps and rang the bell.
"Lynette." The door swung open, and a tall woman with, luxuriant black hair wearing a peignoir answered the buzz. In a moment, as her dark eyes raked Lynette over, in a swift appraisal, the look changed to warm interest and the door opened in a wide welcome. "Get your cases and come on in."
Lynette felt herself propelled into the spacious home and her suitcases pushed in behind her. "Is ... is something wrong, Veronica?" she asked as she felt the older woman's eyes burning into hers.
"Hell, no. I just forget how gorgeous you were that's all. Wow! You're sure all grown up, Lynette! We'll get you some decent clothes and you're going to be an absolute knockout."
Relieved that Veronica was happy to see her, Lynette took the proffered hand and felt hers squeezed hotly for a minute while the dark-haired woman's burned into hers with a strange light. "Let's have some coffee," Veronica said, pulling her warmly by the hand across the huge living room and into the kitchen. "I don't usually get up until about four in the afternoon, so this is early breakfast for me. Is that all you have?" she asked indicating Lynette's raggedy suitcases.
Lynette nodded and watched the other woman as she plugged in the kettle. She wondered what kind of a job she would have that allowed her to stay in bed until four in the afternoon. It had been a long time since she had seen Mandy's sister and she certainly had come up in the world since those days when she lived on a rundown farm much the same as Lynette's mother's. The years had been kind to Vernoica. She couldn't be called pretty nor beautiful ... there was a hardness evident there ... but her dark eyes were large and luminous and her mouth was full and ripely sensuous. Beneath the maribou trimmed peignoir, her body was almost perfect with high pointed breasts and firmly rounded buttocks. Lynette guessed correctly that men must be highly attracted to the brunette.
While Veronica made coffee, Lynette looked around the house with awe. After where the two women had come from in the country, it seemed inconceivable that they would be sitting in this luxurious mansion. With all this wealth, why had Mr. and Mrs. Ryslip refused to have anything to do with their eldest daughter?
Veronica set coffee before her but not before she let her eyes sweep from Lynette's thick golden hair down to her succulent breasts with unashamed admiration. Her pink tongue darted out and circled her lips for a moment as she studied Lynette's deep cleavage.
"I thought Mandy wrote me that you were married, Lynette," she asked.
Lynette blushed and dropped her eyes. "My husband left me a couple of months ago. I'm not quite sure where he is."
"Poor darling. How could anyone leave a blonde angel like you. He must have been blind. Now I want you to consider me a big sister. You can tell me everything. If there's anything you need, come to me."
Lynette felt tears of gratitude brim up in her eyes and she squeezed Veronica's hand tightly in response. After the misery of her marriage break-up at home, Veronica seemed like a goddess and the house like a palace.
"That's all right, darling," Veronica said in a soothing voice and she came over to Lynette hugging the girl's face to her ripe warm breasts and stroking her hair with caressing fingers. Lynette buried herself in the encompassing fullness, ashamed of her outburst but intensely grateful vaguely aware that Veronica's lush breasts were rising and falling rapidly and her fingertips were now stroking the sensitive nape of Lynette's neck. There was a feeling of wonderful security in the heavy flesh pressing to her cheeks, and another strange sensation too ... a sudden trickle of warm cuntal wetness up between the naive girl's legs at the nearness of Veronica's body.
Suddenly, a hot wave of shame swept through Lynette's blood when she realized she didn't want to pull her face away from the other woman's thinly covered breasts, that she was becoming strangely and wildly aroused at the delicious contact. She held her breath as the woman began undulating her belly gently to Lynette's own breasts, and a current of vibrant excitement seemed to ripple from Veronica's huge breasts and grinding belly to Lynette, as the brunette's searching fingers slid gently down from Lynette's shoulders to probe the hot flesh of the young girl's breasts, making her shiver.
Abruptly it dawned on Lynette that her suppressed passion from the previous night was rushing through her hungry loins with gathering ferocity. But there was a compelling almost fierce magnetism that held Lynette's will in check and overcame her feeble attempt to pull away from the sensuous brunette's swaying body, from the caressing fingers now softly stroking Lynette's shoulders and putting the slightest pressure on them, as though nudging the girl downward. The surprised blonde felt her cunt flesh throb sharply, a wave of unexpected moisture rushing down to soak the crotch band of her panties and the blood sang loudly in her ears as Veronica's flimsy robe parted to expose a deeper cleft of smooth creamy flesh beneath her heaving breasts.
Lynette was swept along on a tide. One moment the other woman was soothing and embracing her and the next, the hot, sexy fragrance of the older woman's flesh was filling Lynette's nostrils, making her tremble with unwanted, delicious excitement. She felt she was being hurtled toward some terribly lewd and yet deeply thrilling adventure as Veronica's fingers pushed more insistently on her shoulders and the hot, soft fullness of her belly crushed the teenager's face closer and closer to the dark forbidden triangle undulating gently beneath.
The young blonde wanted to cry out in protest, feeling as if she were suffocating in satiny feminine flesh, but her heart pounded furiously with an urgent excitement and her will melted against the fiery current of demanding sexual hunger emanating from the swaying body above her.
Suddenly the door bell chimed into the charged atmosphere like a dog whistle penetrating a dog's ear.
Guiltily, Lynette quickly jerked her face away from Veronica's too close body, and averted her eyes as she fumbled in her purse for a hankie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Veronica close and adjust her peignoir before padding across the carpet to the door. The confused teenager took a deep, shaking breath as her thoughts slowed their terrible whirling and she wondered frantically if the whole scene wasn't a figment of her imagination. But the intense throbbing in her pussy and her wet, trembling thighs were vividly real as she wiped her tears from her cheeks. She felt her face burning in a furious blush as she stood up to meet the man Veronica was guiding toward her.
"Brad, this is Lynette Carlyle a friend of mine from school. Actually Mandy's best friend from school," Veronica said smoothly, as though the encounter with Lynette had not occurred. "She's going to be staying here with me for a while. Lynette, this is Brad Hastings, an old friend."
"Fabulous," Brad murmured with a charming smile. "She's absolutely delicious!"
Lynette stammered something and awkwardly held out her hand, which he squeezed warmly. He was in his mid thirties, expensively dressed, with a smooth tanned features and an air of easy self-confidence. His sophistication was a perfect match for Veronica's, Lynette thought with envy. She wondered if she would be able to acquire the same veneer of smoothness during her time in New Orleans.
"Lynette's just moved down to big bad New Orleans and is looking for a job," Veronica said, throwing Brad a strange, amused look.
"How fortunate," he smiled easily. "I always have a vacancy for a beautiful young lady. Assistants are always necessary for my business."
"What business is that?" Lynette smiled back at him eagerly, noting the way he ran his eyes up and down her amply curved body with a calculating, business-like gaze.
"The tour business, honey. I operate guided tours of the city for foreigners."
"Sounds interesting," Lynette beamed hoping that he would hire her immediately. It sounded like a dream job meeting so many interesting people. Of course, she'd have to take a course in-the city's historical landmarks. Her mind raced ahead.
"I'm not quite sure that there's a vacancy right now though," Veronica piped up in a hard, flat voice. "Maybe a couple of weeks," she said and then changing the subject went on. "Come on and I'll show you your room so you can put your things away. If you get hungry help yourself to anything. My home is your's."
Lynette felt like a little child being dismissed as Brad helped her with her suitcases and then left her standing in her new bedroom, looking at it in awe. She heard them talking ... arguing, it seemed, from the tone of their voices ... in Veronica's bedroom, next to hers. Although their voices were muffled, Lynette caught a few words. "A few days.... just off the farm.... too green!" Veronica was saying.
And then Lynette couldn't hear anything else except the soft sound of the stereo. She sat on the large bed, feeling confused as she struggled with a rush of emotions: Here she was right off the farm from the lumpy bed in her mother's sewing to a comfy king-size bed in a room that Veronica had indicated she could use as long as she wanted, rent-free! How was it possible that the brunette's family could have turned their back on such a loving and generous individual?
Suddenly, though shame rose to the surface as the memory of the vivid hunger of a few minutes ago flooded her body. She was convinced she'd caused it, not Veronica. The woman had only been trying to comfort her in a sisterly way, and Lynette had been assaulted by the most lewd imaginings, crushing her lips to Veronica's soft hot belly, thinking terrible things, forbidden urges making her tremble with lust.
Quickly she tore off her travel-soiled clothing and'jumped into the shower trying to do more than washing the trip from her body.
CHAPTER THREE
Lynette stirred in the darkness of her bedroom, roused from her deep sleep by distant, unidentifiable moans that seemed to be growing louder. Leaning up on her elbow, Lynette noted that the digital clock read four-thirty. She held her breath as the deep low moans became punctuated by sharp heavy grunts, and Lynette realized they were coming from Veronica's bedroom. Her face turned blood-red as she recognized the passionate sound of love-making and quikly huddled back under the blankets, trying not to listen to the erotic echoes.
She guessed that the man must be Brad although Veronica had gone out alone to a show.
She'd left in a low cut white evening gown that accentuated her full, high set breasts and sexily rounded buttocks. With her dark flowing hair brushed and gleaming and her face expertly made up, she seemed to Lynette the epitome of sophistication.
Telling herself that what Brad and Veronica did was none of her business she tried to sleep but found it impossible as the anxious groans were replaced by sudden spurts of talk from the man and Veronica.
As if in a trance, Lynette crept out of the huge bed and with her pulse racing furiously and her body burning with shame, she stood near the wall, holding her breath.
"Jesus, you're cock is so thick," Veronica was gasping. "Ohhhhhhh ... it'll split my cunt open. You should have warned me .. . it's too enormous."
"Get used to it," a foreign sounding voice rasped, "it's going to fill your luscious juicy cunt."
With a start Lynette realized the the voice did not belong to Brad but to some foreigner by the sound of the accent. Her mouth fell open as she heard the mattress thump heavily for a minute and the man's grunts became rapid and ecstatic.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... yes. . . ." Veronica moaned loudly. "You're monstrous... . shove it. in . . . ram it all the way up my cunt... I want you so much to fuck me .. . aaaahhh ... I love it!"
Lynette suddenly became aware that she was trembling violently from head to toe, that her lingers were fiercely squeezing her swollen breasts through the flimsy fabric of her nightdress. She felt a wave of self-contempt sweep over her for eavesdropping on the woman who'd shown her only kindness and generosity and moving stealthily, she hurried back to bed and pulled the covers up over her head, trying desperately to muffle the wanton echoes of moans and slapping bodies of and the cries of sensual job. But the obscene image of Veronica's sleek, creamy body nakedly twisting and thrashing beneath the foreign man's slashed on her mind, unbidden, sparking a molten rush of desire through her loins, and acting like a powerful magnet on her clenched fingers.
Although she hadn't seen Veronica nude, only seen the smooth white satin skin of her lower breasts and belly, and vaguely glimpsed the thick mysterious black tangle of cunt hair, Lynette could imagine how sensuous and lush her friend's older sister would look naked, and could vividly see in her imagination a man's huge penis lunging its thick hardness deep between Veronica's openly parted thighs, and the image brought a sob of hunger and sheer envy from the younger girl's throat.
Fervently, she tried to stifle the hot, sucking ache in her pussy by telling herself that Veronica had the right to privacy but the thought was hollow compared to the delirious sounds of fucking going on in the next room. Was the strange man squeezing her succulent breasts, Lynette wondered eagerly, was his mammoth, lust-engorged cock ramming all the way into Veronica's glistening pink pussy?
The teenager knew what she had to do now and no amount of resistance could prevent her from throwing back the covers and spreading her tender thighs wide. With her nightgown bunched up around her waist, the gasping young blonde raised her knees and arched her back in breathless, urgent anticipation. She strained her ears sharply to hear Veronica's wild moans as she gripped her own hot turgid nipples in her fingers, lewdly stroking the swollen buds, pinching and pulling and rolling the tingling flesh while she began to undulate her ass cheeks in slow, sensuous circles on the mattress, her desire-drenched cunf burning with a terrible urgency.
"Oh dear god, I'd give anything for a big hard cock!" she whispered hoarsely to herself. "I need a cock in my cunt so badly!" Lynette cupped her plump breasts and rubbed their silky heat together, shuddering in her desperation to feel what Veronica was now feeling, no longer caring what she did to herself as long as she could ease the terrible searing need in her loins. Yet she loved to torture herself this way, pretending she could always stop whenever she wished as long as she didn't actually touch her forbidden pussy and trigger a frenzy of pent-up need.
Lord above, the man must be a terrific lover, Lynette thought jealously as the groans and thrashing continued in the next room, but why hadn't he cum yet? Did Veronica know how to keep a man from cumming with some exotic trick? Her young husband had always cum almost instantly, spending most of his time in bed fondling and pinching her succulent breasts, rarely touching the rest of her aching tender body until he inserted his Hot shaft for a dozen rapid thrusts. She wondered now if all men came so quickly and listened to the lustful sounds from Veronica's bedroom. She began to moan very softly in rhythm to Veronica's loud groans pretending the man's gigantic cock was rippling and bursting in her own wildly pulsing cunt. Her fingers teasingly caressed her curly pubic hairs, easing down to within an inch of her wet pussy lips beneath and an electrifying impatience gripped her.
With lewd fascination, the hopelessly aroused blonde looked down at her parted thighs gleaming milk-maid white and tantalizing in the faint moonlight. She extended a finger at the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris, and her body stiffened sharply at the quivering hot contact. Her breasts began to rise and fall rapidly as she started brushing and stroking the tumescent clit, her buttocks swaying faster while she rubbed back and forth. She felt delirious ripples of burning excitement shudder upward through her throbbing cuntal valley as her fingers spread the sticky moisture up and down over her outer cunt lips, forcing her not to pierce the aching walls just yet, savoring the self-torture of suspense, even the wonderful feel of hot guilt at not only commiting a forbidden act, but watching herself avidly at the same time.
An urgent whimper came from her lips as she parted the tiny pale pussy curls and spread the flowing wetness lavishly over her aching pussy flesh, her middle finger stabbing only a fraction of an inch into her trembling slit, but with shattering impact so that she arched her whole body and shuddered with delight. Her thighs quickly parted wider and she thrust her finger deeper and deeper between the desperately grasping lips of her cunt, moaning with agonized pleasure, the sounds of passion a few yards away becoming dimmer as she riveted her whole being between her silken thighs, lost now in her own need, caring about nothing except blissful release.
Again she felt the eerie sensation that one part of her mind was utterly detached, watching the lewd, quivering young blonde with shocked disapproval, as she began to masturbate with rising lust, craning her head down further so she could see the finger worming deeper into the recesses of her burning wet orifice.
Her face was flushed crimson and her passion suffused breasts heaved rapidly as she thrust her finger deeper and harder into her sucking pussy flesh, both seeing and feeling her glistening juice ooze onto her satiny thighs, shivering with increased pleasure as her stiffened finger circled her tiny cuntal opening lasciously. Then she felt another wave of intense lust quiver through her passion-fired blood as she gradually eased her extended middle finger up into the hotly enveloping passage of her cunt and her buttocks wriggled in voracious need while her cunt sucked the finger hungrily up inside.
But then came the onslaught of self-disapproval that Lynette had anticipated and Lynette's face contorted into a depraved smile as she shook it off and squeezed a second finger into her narrow, frantically clasping cunt, enjoying the perverse thrills.
Lynette wriggled both fingers around furiously inside her demanding pussy -drinking in her own luscious body with glazed eyes, her free hand harshly squeezing one of her swollen breasts, her ass-cheeks swinging in wide frenzied circles on the bed as the delicious thrills racing through her shuddering cunt became wilder and more spine tingling, Jesus, I'm finger-fucking myself and loving it! If only a man were in my cunt!
For a second Lynette wondered in horror.if she were losing her mind but as her quivering, sweating body lunged faster on the two lewdly gorging fingers, she dimly realized she'd waited too long for release, had buried her natural passion too long. She heard a low soft scream in the distance and stunned she thought it came from her own throat. A series of rapid masculine grunts followed and with relief she knew it was in the next room, that they were having their orgasms and for one dangerous, almost insane moment, the wildly hungering country girl had a fierce urge to run naked into Veronica's room, to fling her burning body on the bed next to them and beg the man to plunder her aching cunt.
Suddenly, she froze fearful that she may actually succumb to her depraved desire, but the moment's hesitation allowed her teetering self control to return. Experimentally, she again began sliding her two fingers in and out between her wetly throbbing pussy lips fearing the couple in the next room might hear her whimpers and her buttocks thrashing on the mattress.
Biting her lip to muffle her passionate groans, Lynette slipped her fingers gently in and out of her desire-soaked cunt, the strain of controlling her awakened lust as great as her need for an orgasm. She moved her buttocks softly, moaning in frustration as she realized the relief she so feverishly crazed now seemed further away than ever.
The couple next door were talking softly and laughing and Lynette dared to increase the tempo of her lunging fingers once more, again looking down at her nakedly straining body through tear-filled eyes, feeling a mad wish to reach down and lick her own thighs, to pierce her throbbing cunt with her hot wet tongue. She began to use both hands, two fingers sliding and wriggling in the passion-inflamed slit of her pussy, another finger rubbing her exposed clit and immediately sending electric thrills jolting through her loins.
She bit her lips savagely to stifle the urgent groan in her throat as her fingertip rubbed rapidly back and forth on the tiny burning pleasure-bud. And all the while, her eyes were raking over her lust-tightened nipples sweeping down her lushly rounded hips and smooth thighs, imagining the pleasure a man would feel from devouring her succulent curves. The thrills began to grow in intensity and Lynette jerked faster inside her moisture-drenched pussy, her buttocks beginning to quiver in tiny spasms, her tortured body beginning to thrash dangerously loud again on the softly creaking mattress.
The teenaged blonde shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth as she slammed her rigid fingers deep and hard into her tight sucking cuntal flesh, feeling her moisture flow out freely onto her hand, a hot sticky gush of desire. And then it began to explode, a violent quivering deep inside her loins, a blazing pent-up release that made her perspiring body shudder in anticipation. She frantically brought her free hand up to her mouth to choke the scream, tasted her own thick, fragrant cum on her lips and whimpering in a frenzy of abandon, licked it greedily, all the whole lunging her buttocks faster in time to her still savagely fucking lingers, her precious caution of no use now against the violent thrills exploding in her fiery cunt.
The clasping wet lips of her pussy worked and sucked feverishly on her rapidly inthrusting fingers and her free hand flew wildly from her throbbing breasts to squeeze at her spasming belly and bring more of her searing vaginal secretions pouring out around her madly fucking fingers, while every fiber of her being tingled in sheets of fire. Low, incoherent moans spewed from the young girls throat as the shattering orgasm continued to rock her softly quivering body. The warm tingling in her loins spread outward in ripples of diminishing pleasure, overwhelming her keyed up flesh and relaxing her in a way that she'd been yearning for for so long.
Still dazed at the startling intensity of her climax, Lyette sagged back on the bed, shaking with exhaustion and sudden remorse. The young teenager slowly released her cum-soaked fingers from her still flexing cunt and then began to cry softly. She'd solemnly promised herself she would never resort to that act again regardless of how tortured or lustful she felt.. Sex belonged only in the marriage bed her mother had drummed into her and Lynette believed it with all her being.
After a while, when she was calmer, she went over the beginning of the act again, trying to find the point where she'd lost control. She vividly recalled the wild lewd moans of Veronica and her partner, their obscene comments and then the moment of surrender.
It was the image of a man's long hard prick flashing in her mind, she suddenly knew. Her lust had been triggered by the thought of the big cock ploughing into her own cunt! For the first time in her fife, Lynette felt a chilling apprehension oveFher own intense passion, once it was aroused. She recalled with a start some of the words she'd thought and even whispered to herself and remembered with an undeniable excitement, the taste of her own cunt juice, sweet, slightly sticky, unlike anything she'd ever savored before.
In a panic she wondered what would happen if her violent passion ever unleashed itself around a forceful male. Quickly, she reassured herself that would never occur. She would save herself for marriage, someday. A nice man, maybe some man like Brad Hastings would propose to her and they would live happily ever after.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynette tactfully left the house the next morning early and wandered around New Orleans trying to get the feel of the city. She didn't want to return until the late afternoon when she was sure that Veronica would be awake. Her lunch consisted of an apple and a pear which was all she could afford and she hoped that she would be able to start learning the tour guide business soon so she would be earning a salary. She felt lucky to have met Brad Hastings because her first experiences with employment agencys in the city had not been too promising.
One rather sharp woman at an employment agency had barked at Lynette that it would be quite impossible for a woman with no marketable skills to get a job when there were thousands of woman with experience unable to secure employment. She had terminated the interview with the acid comment that a pretty face was not going to pay the rent Trying to remain positive and optimistic, Lynette had looked up two more agencies in the newspaper and found much the same story there. One woman had suggested that maybe a job in a dime story could be a possibility and Lynette had even applied there but had been told that they wouldn't be taking anyone on until Christmas.
Feeling a little depressed she arrived back at Veronica's posh townhouse. Although it was almost five p.m. Veronica was still in her robe.
"Well, how's the big city treating you, angel?" she asked.
"Not too well, I'm afraid for my first day. I went to some employment agencies and it seems the job market is pretty dismal right now."
"Forget those agencies, dear. They pay chicken feed anyway. When I first took that same bus you did from home and came here I got a job at a big office downtown. The office was really elegant, fabulously furnished and made tons of money. But the trouble was I wasn't earning enough to keep me in pantyhose. The money was pouring into the hands and pockets of the directors, the men in power so I decided to get some of it back for myself."
"If you don't mind me saying so, Veronica you certainly have done well for yourself. This house . .. driving a Mercedes . . . your beautiful clothes." Lynette said in awe anxious to hear the secret of Veronica's success.
"I used my noodle, honey," Veronica said smiling and touching her finger to her forehead. "New Orleans is a very beautiful city with many tourists, many of them wealthy men travelling alone and just falling all over themselves opening their wallets to a tourist service who will show them the sights. A few years ago a lot of filthy rich Arabs began investing in my old company and I decided to start my own little business and they helped me. Since then I've been to Saudi Arabia, to Europe arid South America by private Lear jet and have more business than I can handle not to mention a terrific wardrobe. I dine in the best restaurants and lead a very good life."
"Gee,-it sounds like a fairy tale. Did you have to study a lot of Louisiana history? I'll go right down to the library tomorrow to start reading up if Brad is .going to give me a job." Lynette said with breathless eagerness.
Veronica starting laughing and looked at her rather strangely.
"In the tour "guide" business all you have to do is look absolutely gorgeous at all time and remember the customer is always right especially if he's an Arab."
Just then Brad came in. Lynette blushed as he breezed into the living room in his bathrobe. "Hi, darling, all ready to go to work tonight? I've got a very rich man who would love to have the company of a luscious blonde this evening. His nightclub "tour" will mean a hundred dollars in your pocket, Lynette. What do you say?"
"Gosh! One hundred dollars just for going to a nightclub with someone from out of town! The dime store job I applied for didn't even pay that for one week. But I'm afraid I don't really know much about going to nightclubs and I don't know a lot about the city to tell a tourist.
I mean, I'm anxious to do my job well but with so little experience... ." her voice trailed off a little.
"Don't be silly now. You don't need to be a walking encyclopedia to entertain someone. I doubt whether this man is interested in history. Veronica can you lend her a dress?"
"Sure but it may be a little small in the bust. She has tremendous boobs but it won't hurt to give the customer a little preview, eh Brad?" she poked him playfully in the ribs and they both laughed.
"Good it's all arranged then. I'll come back and pick you two lovely ladies up at nine o'clock. Veronica and I will, go along with you this time so that you can see what the job entails. Right now I'd better get dressed and start taking care of business," he said with a playful wink in Lynette's direction.
"Lynette, my dear, you've got me positively drooling you look so fabulous," Veronica breathed.
The naive young blonde blushed as she stood -in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in Veronica's dressing room, fascinated by the way Veronica had applied makeup to her innocent face, using sure, professional strokes to make her look slightly more sophisticated and a whole lot sexier. She was wearing a simple white dress of the older woman's which didn't compare to the spectacularly sexy black dress Veronica wore but which was more in keeping with her demure image. The dress as Veronica had said earlier did nothing to cover the curvaceous blonde's enormous breasts and they spilled out and accentuated her tiny waist and long tapered legs.
Veronica stood beside her in the mirror, fluffing Lynette's long shiny blonde hair, one hand resting lightly on her firm ass-cheek as she spoke in a husky voice:
"Now Brad's got you a phoney i.d. for tonight so you'll be able to have a drink. A few drinks should loosen you up. Now this man is extremely wealthy and if you play your cards right you might see him again so be nice to him. If he gets a little fresh, pretend you don't notice. It's all in good fun." Her fingers gently stroked and rubbed Lynette's buttocks and the girl shivered at the bold familiarity. "You get the messgae?" Veronica whispered, squeezing her ass-cheek lasciviously. "A little body contact never hurt anyone and keep the conversation light. Above all don't pry into his background. He'll tell you what he wants you to know."
"Okay," Lynette nodded eagerly, sucking in her breath as Veronica suddenly traced a fingertip hard down the crevice of her buttocks with a lewd chuckle. She wanted to protest, but it seemed like a joke, so she laughed nervously.
And then there was no more time to think about it as Brad was there in his long white convertible. They all sat in the front seat and Lynette's thigh was pressing uncomfortably tight to Brad's and she stiffened slightly when his arm rested over her shoulder and his fingers dangled carelessly down onto the swell of her upper breast, casually caressing the tawny flesh above the low cut neckline of the borrowed dress. Her face reddened as his fingers grew bolder, tracing tiny circles and edging down closer to her covered nipple.
"Cool it, Brad," Veronica said sharply and he quickly withdrew his arm with a shrug. Lynette looked curiously at the older woman, startled at the authoritative tone in her voice. It seemed like Veronica was the one calling the shots and not Brad. She didn't care. She felt exhilarated with her good fortune and awed by the prospect of actually starting her new job going out with a rich man that was going to give her one hundred dollars just for going to a nightclub with him.
She squirmed her tingling buttocks on the soft leather seat, reveling in the luxurious feel of the expensive car, basking in her new glow of sophistication. Even Veronica's vulgar humor as she fondled Lynette's buttocks a few minutes before in the dressing room couldn't destroy the naive girl's adoring trust in her friend's older sister. After all, Veronica was going to help her get beautiful things the easy way, the smart way and she wanted some nice things after the shabby existence she had led with her carnival worker husband.
The car suddenly screeched to an halt in front of an impressively lavish hotel that Lynette knew was New Orlean's finest and Brad hopped out.
"You better get in the back, angel," Veronica said to Lynette. She was quick to obey and peered out the window to see the front door of the hotel. A moment later she saw Brad emerge with a dark powerfully built man who must have been in his late forties or early fifties. He looks like an ape, Lynette thought with revulsion. For a moment they stood on the sidewalk talking in low tones and Lynette sensed that they were speaking about her. Finally, the squat little foreigner nodded brusquely and they approached the car. Hie man climbed in beside her, his hard dark eyes sweeping over her face to her enormous breasts to her long slim legs in one rapid movement before his lips spread in a delighted smile.
"Lynette, this is Kamad Faloni," Brad said rapidly from the front seat. Before she could say anything, the car swung out from the hotel parking lot and entered the traffic. Feeling intensely awkward, Lynette held out her hand and the big man clutched it in his hammy hand with surprising gentleness, but his voice was a deep rumble.
"Beautiful.. . . lovely ... even more beautiful than Brad promised and these tits.... I can't wait," he said in his heavily accented English.
Brad and Veronica started to laugh and Lynette had the uneasy feeling they were all hiding something from her, and she sat rigidly, staring straight ahead at first, feeling the Arab's eyes smoldering on her face and body. He was ugly, Lynette thought, but in a kind of strange powerful way and he was expensively dressed. His piercing shrewd eyes dominated his squat face. She hardly flinched when his huge hand came to rest on hers, squeezing it as it lay idly on the seat.
"Don't be afraid of Kamad," he rasped. "Kamad is nice to his women. You wait and see."
A few minutes later they were all seated in a dark, noisy nightclub with drinks in front of them and a nude stageshow was taking place. A chorus line of totally naked woman swayed and ground their spotlighted bodies to the rhythm of a rock band.
Lynette was grateful their table was so dark. She'd never, so much as seen another woman naked and although she'd heard that nightclubs had been featuring nude dancers for years she'd never seen the spectacle of six of them dancing displaying their breasts nad pubic hair and even ... she saw with an extra shock ... their pink pussies.... that before an audience made her1 face turn crimson with embarrassment.
The Arab turned and probed her face for some reaction and Lynette blushed all the harder, trying to hide her lack of sophistication in a taut forced smile. There seemed to be an endless variety of breasts and nipples and pubic mounds, all contrasting with one another.
All the dancers ground their hips to a steady, obscene rhythm, thrusting their hair-fringed cunts with a fucking motion which seemed to be having the desired effect on many of the men present. One slender dark girl seemed to have captured Veronica's complete attention. Her tiny breasts bounced only slightly and her face was intense as she snaked her narrow little boy hips to a wild, lascivious rhythm, her small dark pubic triangle seeming to grip an invisible prick.
Lynette took another sip of her strong drink. The first few sips had made her feel dizzy but now she felt a hot glow radiating from her stomach outward through her loins and nipples and brain like a jolt of electricity. She slowly realized as she watched the nakedly jerking chorus that one of them was squinting at her with a strange hungry expression, actually directing her gyrating thighs at her! She thought she was imagining things but Veronica leaned over and said: "that one has the hots for you, kid!"
"Listen, I'm tired of these old-fashioned girlie show," Kamad said after a little while. "I want to hear some real Bourbon Street music . . . let's go now, yes?"
They all filed out of the nightclub and down to Bourbon Street where they were escorted into a small well known club. Lynette was glad that the Arab had wanted to leave the other club. It was embarrassing to her and she now warmed to the man. She felt very high as she had a couple more drinks and listened to the music. She began laughing loudly and Veronica smiled indulgently at her and so did Brad.
This is almost too good to be true, Lynette thought through the slight alcoholic haze. This Arab has been the perfect gentleman. He hasn't tried to touch me and he hasn't made any vulgar remarks at all. The poor man must just be a little lonely here in America, not knowing anyone. To let him know she liked him in spite of his unattractive appearance, she put her arm around his neck and nuzzled his cheek playfully.
"It's not going to be too much longer," he whispered back at her, a remark which puzzled Lynette.
A little later Brad leaned over and said to Lynette: "I have to meet a business associate. Kamad will take you back to Veronica's in a taxi."
"Okay, that's fine with me. He's been very nice," Lynette agreed quickly.
"You should invite him in for a drink. He's quite lonely and well... he'd like it very much."
"Sure, he's a real gentleman. I've had fun tonight."
Veronica smiled broadly and squeezed Lynette's thigh. "You'll have even more fun when you're alone, I'm sure."
CHAPTER FIVE
Lynette felt wonderfully high and even slightly aroused from the liquor she had drunk and just from the experience of being out to an expensive nightclub and a jazz club all in one evening. "Would you like to come up for a drink?" Lynette asked as the taxi stopped before Veronica's townhouse.
"Of course," Kamad grinned. He tossed a bill at the driver and followed her into the house. A faint uneasiness gripped Lynette as he turned to face her in the house, his eyes bluntly devouring her half-naked breasts and softly curved hips, then boring into hers with a ravenous light.
"What would you like to drink, Kamad?" she asked in what she hoped was a cool friendly tone.
"Scotch," he said taking off his suit coat, "but let's not waste anymore time. Get your dress off so I can see your big tits and juicy ass. Kamad is hungry for woman," he laughed, taking off his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt. He paused with his shirt half off, displaying a massive chest with thick, matted dark hair. "Why you make Kamad wait. His cock is big like a horse!"
Lynette's green eyes widened in confusion and her heart began to pound with sickening dread. Something was horribly wrong and she was absolutely speechless with fright. She could actually see the massive outline of his erection straining at his pants. Her knees trambled wildly and she shook her head.
"I don't understand," she finally blurted out. "I'm just supposed to go with people on the nightclub tours. I'm a tour guide not a.. .. a. ..." she couldn't even say the word.
"You think Kamad is idiot. I pay for woman for the night. I can buy nightclub ... I want to fuck you ... I pay Brad two hundred dollars. Now I want good fuck for money!" He unbuckled his pants as he spoke and began taking them off. "Come on, Kamad is not patient man . .. you take your clothes off... or Kamad get very angry."
Lynette stood frozen to the carpet, shaking from head to toe with rising panic as he stripped his shorts off rapidly. She stared in disbelief at his squat powerful body, more apelike than ever with its profusion of dark, animal-like hair but it was his erection that struck terror in her heart. She could see the red veins pulsing on its thick mammoth trunk and the tip was a glistening purple, swollen to a horrifying size that dwarfed her ex-husband's. She couldn't tear her gaze from his long hard blood-engorged cock, hovering out from his dark loins like a battering ram, his scrotum dangling swollen and obscenely bull-like beneath. The mere thought that he might try to pierce her tiny vagina with his enormous cock made her feel quite faint.
"No, no," she finally whispered. "You don't understand, Kamad. I'm not like that... . I'm not that kind of girl!"
The Arab's laugh burst mockingly and a moment later he was striding nakedly toward her, his eyes burning with hunger and a look of savage . purpose on his face. Lynette tried desperately to move, to flee from the squat looming figure but her shaking legs betrayed her. In an instant his meaty hand had gripped the v-neck of her borrowed dress and the feel of his rough fingers crushing into her cleavage, the pungent smell of his naked hairy maleness and above all the threat of his massive cock, so huge and close to her trembling thights, utterly paralyzed her will.
"You take dress off, now, yes?" he snarled in a low dangerous voice.
For a moment her lips moved soundlessly while her lush mounds pan ted with spine-chilling fear. She knew from the increasing pressure of his powerful fist he meant to rip her dress off in one brutal sweep, leaving it useless rag. And in spite of the panic and confusion she felt, she also knew from the ravenous glint in his eyes that any resistance on her part would not only be useless but might provoke his anger further. Her voice finally issued forth in a hoarse whisper:
"Don't hurt me. I'll get undressed, Kamad!"
"Okay," he rasped impatiently, "hurry up though. I don't want to play little girl games no more. I want big fuck!"
With a deep, shaking breath of total resignation, the frightened naive young blonde reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper of the dress, bowing her head with shame but still unable to take her eyes from his thick, blood-reddened erection. She was intensely ashamed of her curiosity, but she'd seen only one penis in her life and it now seemed puny in comparison. She'd assumed in her innocence that all men were endowed like her ex-husband, and that most of them probably made love in the same quick, selfish manner.
Although she was still in the grip of an icy fear, she deliberately moved her fingers as slowly as she reasonably could while unzipping the dress, a tiny shiver of delicious anticipation rippling through her blood while she gazed at Kamad's throbbing rod of flesh. Her face burned as her mind was filled with the still vivid memory of her lewd finger fucking when she had listened with desperate envy as Veronica entertained another lover in the next room. It was the image of the unseen man's huge lust-bloated cock that had then triggered her frenzy of finger-fucking, and it now struck her with a shock that she now actually had a live, pulsating penis only a few feet away, its blunt, bulbous head crimson with impatience. She trembled violently as she slipped her dress off over her shoulders and stepped out of it.
"Jesus Christ, yes, yes," Kamad muttered, wiping his palms on his hairy thick thighs, "biggest tits I ever see. I pay five hundred for you next time .. . come on ... hurry ... Kamad wants to see all."
Still avoiding his eyes, she turned back and groped for her brassiere hooks, all the while keeping her head down so that her blonde hair covered her, face. She watched the lush white mounds of her breasts swell forward as she unsnapped the lace brassiere and slowly, her hesitating causing her own suspense to mount to a nerve-racking pitch, brought it down over her arms and removed it. Her shame deepened as she saw her nipples spring eagerly forth as if pleading to be caressed and kissed.
"I love your tits," Kamad grunted and another thrill of undeniable pleasure coursed through Lynette's blood. She was still afraid but something violent and depraved was beginning to kindle deep inside her loins, a smoldering urgency that had been buried far too long. The reality of this naked, ugly and yet virile Arab standing ominously before her, drinking in her lush curves with relish and lust was beginning to shatter her self-control.
Her fingers gripped the narrow elastic waistband of her pantyhose and a moment later she sucked in her breath with terror as Kamad suddenly stepped up to her and grasped her nakedly exposed breasts in his thick, coarse fingers, caressing their hot fullness with greed.
"Big, juicy tits for Kamad to bite and suck!"
Lynette bit her Up to stifle the sudden moan in her throat as he pinched a nipple, rolling its juicy plumpness between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand covering her whole mound in a thrilling squeeze. But as he fondled the lush silkiness of her breasts, her earlier panic began to return with added fury: Up close, with his blood-inflated shaft almost touching her defenseless pubic mound, the innocent farm girl could see the purple veins pulsing in its trunk and the massive size of it terrified her. How could he possibly hope to get the out-sized monstrosity up inside her tiny little cunt?
"Kamad, I'll do anything you want," she whispered urgently. "But please . .. your penis is too large for me. . .."
The short stocky Arab began to bellow with harsh laughter. "When Kamad fucks into American girl's cunt she beg him never to take it out. I buy your cunt to fuck. I pay lots of money. I do what I like."
The next moment a deep moan leaped from Lynette's lips as he abruptly lowered his mouth and seized one of her turgid nipples in his lips and sucked greedily, sending wild tingles of excitement racing through her body. She clenched her fists with the shocking realization that she was doing it to keep from actually grasping his big cock in her hands and stroking it eagerly.
Kamad kissed and sucked and tongued the swollen nipple bud while he dug his fingers harshly into the panty-covered flesh of her buttocks, grunts of animal pleasure coming from his throat. Lynette felt her loins begin fj hammer insistently, her cheeks burning when she felt the hot trickle of her cuntal juices starting to ooze in her trembling cunt. He suddenly shifted his greedy lips to her other fat nipple and repeated the exciting ritual of sucking, this time gently biting the sensitive bud to make her shiver with surprise.
She felt his hands grope for her ass-cheeks meanwhile and as he clutched them, squeezing fiercely to make her groan in spite of her shame, for the first time he actually touched her belly with his engorged prick. Lynette felt an instant revulsion when the huge searing knob pressed against her soft thigh flesh, but she found it impossible to step back while he gripped her buttocks so savagely. Thinking about a swollen cock could arouse her intensely, she suddenly discovered, but to feel its hot immensity, its lustfully bloated purple crown crushing against her tender flesh was alarming. Its hardness throbbed and burned With frightening power, and while tingling thrills shuddered through her half-naked body as the squat businessman sucked ravenously on her nipple, one part of her was becoming terrified at what she knew was inevitable.
Finally, with a lingering pull on her nipple with his lips, Kamad back away. "Show Kamad your cunt now. I like big juicy tits but now want to see cunt!"
Her heart pounding with a peculiar mixture of panic and wild excitement, Lynette eased her buttocks down on the edge of the sofa to remove her stockings. She watched his eyes drink in the soft curve of her plump hips as she rolled off her hose with trembling fingers, purposely not removing her panties beneath at the same time.
She felt with naive logic that if she could somehow keep her panties on as long as possible, he might not actually ravage her almost virginal vagina with his gigantic cock, that perhaps he might prematurely ejaculate just by fondling her soft, silky body. His eyes were running hungrily over her tapered legs now, caressing the smooth flesh as she finished removing her hose.
"Hurry up," Kamad rasped impatiently, looking more obscene than ever as he gripped the blood-engorged penis in one hand as if readying to storm a fort.
She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it instantly when she saw the burning look in his eyes. Quickly, she stood up and began easing her lewdly clinging panties down over her hips, watching the avid lust on his coarse face grow intense as she revealed the delicate blonde hair of her pubic area. She stepped out of the flimsy panties and left them lying on the floor, standing naked and helpless before him, shaking with terror now that not even a single shred of clothing stood between her tender slit and his throbbing red rod of flesh. But even in her breathless fear, there was a fierce rising undercurrent of excitement as his eyes devoured her silky curves, from the tawny tips of her plump, succulent moons down over her slender waist to her lushly molded hips and down further, lingering with hunger on her curly blonde tangle to sweep over the ripe flesh of her thighs and delicate calves.
Lord forgive me, but I want his penis deep inside my cunt, so sinfully bad, I think I'll go crazy if he doesn't. It's been so long and I don't care if her tears me in half with that enormous cock. I want this Arab to fuck me! Yes, fuck me! Oh dear heaven, what's wrong with me?
"I'll do whatever you say," she whispered humbly, staring at the floor and hugging her palpitating breasts to hide her rising lust.
Wordlessly, he picked up a cushion from the sofa and tossed it on the carpet in front of her.
"Lie down on floor," he commanded, "and put this pillow under your juicy ass so I see cunt open better!"
Shivering with apprehension and desire, Lynette obeyed him. She shut her eyes as she sank her buttocks into the soft cushion, and raised her legs slightly and parted her thighs. She clenched her fists to brace herself for the first agonizing lunge of his penile shaft.
The innocent blonde teenager was in for the shock of her young life, a surprise that would forever change her!
Kamad Faloni stared at the luscious teenager on the floor for some minutes, feeling the blood surge hotly in his red cock as he thanked Allah for his luck. He didn't believe her silly act for a second; she was a hooker and would do, anything for the money. But she was far more succulent and beautiful that Brad had described. He had ordered a blonde woman under twenty-one with the biggest tits imaginable and Brad had filled the order which even surpassed his expectations.
He could see the slender pink lips of her cunt peeping back at him through her golden triangle of pubic hair and there was such an aura of adolescence and innocence about the cringing blonde that for a split second he was tempted to believe her naive performance.
The stocky Arab lay down on the carpet beside her and began stroking the hot rounded flesh of her belly while he kissed her hard on the lips forcing his tongue between them and deep into her warm wet mouth. She moaned slightly and began undulating her hips impatiently beneath his fingers, still not touching him with her own hands.
Momentarily, the wealthy Arab felt a stab of anger; he didn't mind playing childish games occasionally but this juicy piece was carrying her game too far. She'd already aroused him to a feverish pitch of desire and it would serve her right if he simply rammed his swollen cock as deep into her asshole. But instead Kamad decided to play along with her little mating game! He would shatter her dumb pretenses by arousing her to a delirious state of lust, forcing her to beg him for his cock.
He continued to kiss her on the lips while he fondled the tender skin up between her trembling thighs, stroking the moistened flesh close to her cuntal lips in a teasing dance with his fingertips, feeling her hot, satiny body beginning to tremble wildly with increasing passion. Still she didn't touch him with her fingers or make any effort to suck on his tongue, so Kamad cupped her moist cunt mound in the palm of his hand and pressed down savagely.
Lynette's soft body arched and a low shocked moan rolled from her throat, and a moment later she pressed her inner thighs urgently upward around his hand, a brazen invitation for him to finger-fuck her. Instead, he reached beneath to the crevice of her velvety ass-cheeks and probed with his middle finger, searching out her tiny puckered asshole. She began to squirm her buttocks in a wide circle, trying to sit on his finger, but he still tantalized her, lewdly caressing the burning circle of her anus with teasing motions of his fingertip, his palm still rubbing methodically around over her now lunging cuntal valley, which was becoming soaked with her cunt juices.
He felt the blood begin to pound in his tumescent cock with urgent lust, but at the same moment his mouth began to salivate at the prospect of going down on her delicately scented pussy, of savoring her juicy pink slit and thrilling her so wildly she would drop all pretexts and become the savage, delirious fuck he sensed she really was beneath her coy, wholesome routine. At the age of forty-eight and after countless sessions with young virginal women in his own country, he decided what he wanted at this moment was to excite this American girl like she'd never been before.
"I'm going to eat your cunt until you scream. Kamad likes to eat pussy and you'll like his big tongue in your juicy pussy!"
Lynette stared up at his swarthy face with awe and fear. She'd expected him to mount her at any moment and peretrate her throbbing cushion-raised cunt with a violent thrust, but she hadn't expected anything like this, and a lustful wave of curiosity shuddered through her body at the idea. She hadn't the slightest idea what a man's mouth would feel like licking and sucking her vagina, although many times in the privacy of her bed at night she wondered about it, and on a few shameful occasions actually tried contorting her own body in a futile, unreasoning attempt to reach her own wildly quivering pussy slit with her tongue.
Staring at the older man's thick, coarse lips she felt a stab of revulsion mingle with curiosity; it was a terrible act of depravity, she was convinced, but in the next moment Lynette quickly reminded herself she was helpless to resist this man, and the knowledge soothed her burning shame.
Kamad slid down and paused to suck on one excitement-taut nipple, savoring its mouth-watering heat and vibrating his tongue against it to make her groan and shiver. Lynette arched her body and furtively slid up a few inches, squirming her hips impatiently, the searing juices of her already flexing vagina beginning to ooze profusely. The Arab cannily realized she wanted him to rush down and plunge his lips and tongue into her eager little cunt, but he deliberately took his time, leisurely trailing his mouth over the silken flesh of her stomach in a slow, teasing journey, forcing her to whimper.
He let one finger gently probe the traitorously wet hairs of her pussy, and she let out a low, sensual moan as he thrust the finger deep into her tight, fiery vaginal crevice. Kamad knew he wouldn't have to sniff his finger to see if she was clean; with her glowing fragrant body she could only be succulent and delicious. He positioned himself between her widely parted thighs, kissing first one quivering hot inner thigh and then the other, ignoring her pleading whimpers of urgency. Gazing at her satiny milky flesh and the exquisite rosebud of her pussy-lips, drenched with her hot juices he again thanked Allah for his luck.
Then the panting teenager raised her buttocks up off the pillow and edged her glistening cunt closer to his lips and he gripped her soft ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing them and filling his nostrils with the sweet heady aroma of her cunt, teasing the edge of her lewdly wet fringe with his burning tongue.
Lynette sank her'nails into the carpet and shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath with unbearable suspense. She could feel her pussy sucking hotly inward, silently begging for his tongue, but the wave of shame that swept through her blood was but faint protest agianst the force of her feverish lust. Each moment that passed as he licked teasingly around the narrow slit of her wildly trembling pussy was a torment of eternity.
She fought the urge to grip his head in her hands and crush his face hard to her steaming loins, to end the agony of sexual suspense. She knew that the act this stranger was about to perform was lewd and obscene, but the desperate pounding in her loins was a fiery, consuming torture that had to be appeased.
This Arab's going to put his thick lips to my vagina, she thought hysterically. But I want him to! Oh god, lick me .. . lick me . .. lick my clit!
- Kamad continued to tease her mercilessly between her trembling thighs, edging closer by suspenseful degrees to the love-hungry pink lips, licking her now moisture-tangled triangle of pussy hair. He would make her beg for it. Her soft hot ass cheeks were quivering in his hand and he could feel her tender body humming like a bowstring aching with desire. But it was getting difficult to control his own hammering lust as he lapped at her sweet cuntal juices that had trickled down between her thighs. Her moans were becoming louder and more passionate and her satiny ass-cheeks were now squirming almost frantically in his fingers, but still he didn't relent.
"Please, Kamad," Lynette whispered, her face scarlet. Please lick my clit... oh bite it and suck it. ... I beg you!"
Triumphantly, the older man grinned before he surrendered to his hunger and plunged his tongue deep into her clasping cunt as far as he could, piercing the hot slippery depths with deep relish, savoring the fiery sweet, flesh as an instant groan of joy burst from her parted lips. Immediately, she pressed her damp thighs tight against his cheeks and shuddered violently as he began sucking her needful cunt in a slow, sensual rhythm, loving the fragrance of her sticky juices oozing into his mouth.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Lynette cried out, fearing she would lose her sanity as his burning wet tongue lashed wildly inside her quivering cunt, as the first piercing thrill tore through her thrashing body with the impact of an electric shock. She could feel her long desperate nights of abstinence begin to shatter with ominous fury at this stunning new thrill, and her fingers flew to his head, ramming it fiercely to her undulating crotch while her sobs echoed throughout the silent house like a lascivious refrain. She didn't dream during the long nights of torment that this act could be so feverishly exciting, and she no longer cared what he, or anyone might think of her as she arched her body sharply and writhed her frenzied pussy on his thrusting tongue. She heard her own shockingly lewd cries from a distance:
"Jesus .. . yes ... I love it.. . I love your thick tongue in my cunt.. . oh, eat it! Eat my cunt. .. . yessssssss. .. suck me... suck me . . . lick my clit. .. aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Kamad realized her pussy had the sweet tenderness of a virgin's and he paused every few seconds to relish the trickle of her hot vaginal wetness in his mouth. Each time he did, the delirious blonde ground her crotch savagely against his mouth, begging him not to stop. He felt her fingernails sink into his shoulders like tiny knives and she writhed her pillow-supported buttocks in frantic little circles as he tongued her swollen clitoris for a minute, then probed deeply into her succulent wet cunt with convulsive wriggling motions of his tongue. He groped her frenziedly swinging buttocks in a search for her anus, and when he suddenly thrust a finger hard into the tight little nether crevice, her soft white body rose in a high arc of shock and .another scream of lust tore from her incoherent lips.
Then he felt her orgasm beginning to shudder through her loins in a vibrant wave that quivered her delicious pussy-flesh around his buried mouth, and Kamad sucked harder and faster, feeling a glow of pride that he could bring a hooker to a climax so quickly. He let her lunge her hungering loins wildly against his face for a couple of minutes as he sucked greedily at her spasm-contorted cuntal walls, debating whether he ought to swing his body around and plunge his immense cock into her ripe mouth. He quickly decided against it, knowing that in her frantic passion she would easily suck his load from him with shattering quickness, and he wanted to save it all for her cunt, now squirming and sucking on his hotly lashing tongue.
With a wave of conceit, Kamad continued to thrill the shuddering young blonde, wanting her never to forget him, to remember that each time she went to bed with some other customer and played her little innocence game, she would fervently pray for his agile tongue to end it all.
"Oh, hear ... dear god, I can't stand it... . aaaaaaahhhhhhh. . . ooooohhhhhh.. .. I'm.... CCCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!"
Her first electrifying climax with a man in many months raced through her pounding loins like a forest fire, sweeping from her fiercely grinding pussy to every humming nerve in her under-age body, making her thrash her head savagely from side to side on the floor and pound Kamad's hairy back with her fists in a delirium of bliss. She locked her cum-smeared thighs ferociously to the Arab's head and shimmied her hips in maddened spasms as the molten wave of release burst free after its unbearable self-imprisonment.
She could feel her sanity teetering precariously as the nerve-shattering spasms of joy kept rushing through her frantically quivering cunt-flesh, as his greedy lips kept stinging her honeyed pussy like a whip of torturous pleasure. With each savage downward plunge of her buttocks, an added pain/thrill tore through her as she wantonly impaled her anus on his rigidly extended finger, wishing perversely that it was his massive cock piercing her tiny asshole.
His harsh tongue was beginning to feel like sandpaper against her tender vaginal membranes, but Lynette could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure in the intensity of her orgasm. Her satin-smooth body was drenched in perspiration, jerking with a voracious will of its own as he sucked and licked furiously at her tingling cunt-flesh, and wave after wave of boiling bliss rippled through her lust-seared loins.
Abruptly, then, the Arab jerked his mouth away from her madly squirming cunt and Lynette's body stiffened and her heart almost stopped.
She whimpered in protest as he calmly climbed up and hovered over her on his elbows, his throbbing hot cock pressing against one of her tawny thighs. His face leered over hers, hideous with conceit and triumph, mocking her so that she shut her eyes tightly to blot it out. The odor of male sweat stung her nostrils with revulsion and the feel of his hairy, slippery body suddenly made her want to lose consciousness, but still her loins hammered and her fiery cunt-flesh squirmed and ached for his huge, lust-quenching penis.
The struggle between her mind and body was over and had been from the moment he crushed his hot mouth to her frantically tingling pussy. It wasn't so difficult to fight lust when she was alone in bed at night, or even studying herself with narcissistic admiration in her mirror, but too many erotic fantasies over hard, virile cocks had destroyed her will utterly now that she actually felt one close to her searing thighs.
"Don't make me wait! Shove your thick cock in my cunt! Please hurry.... I can't stand it. . . I'm so wet and juicy waiting for you to go in ... ram it in, Kamad!"
The sound of her vulgar words excited her even more but dear god why was she acting like such a slut?
Kamad stared down at her for a suspenseful minute wondering why such a beauty would become a whore. She was a hooker for sure no matter how she protested otherwise Brad Hastings, the pimp, would never have set him up with her. And, then his throbbing cock reminded him that he was not here to make psychological evaluations but to fuck this beautiful little American girl.
"Lift your knees," he urged impatiently, and the blonde hurried to obey, fully exposing her entire moisure-soaked cunt to his use. Holding his breath, he gripped his madly throbbing penis by the thick, hair-covered base in one hand and brushed the lust-bloated head lewdly against her burning outer lips. She stiffened and made a peculiar hissing sound. And with a tentative thrust that was too sudden and powerful, the squat Arab pierced her silken opening with his gigantic member and instantly felt a wild ripple of pleasure shudder through his blood-engorged cock. Almost at once, the blonde let out a frantic gasp and lunged her hips up awkwardly and with all her might, and an instant later her maddened scream rang in his ears.
Lynette was certain she would faint from the bursting pain she'd clumsily inflicted on herself in her desperate lust, and for a second her mind reeled and her body shook violently at the breathtaking, bursting pain. It felt as if she'd momentarily skewered herself on a mammoth red-hot poker and her tender cunt vibrated with shock. Her abrupt reflex to slam her pelvis back down on the pillow brought her breath back as his cunt-splitting cock slipped back out again.
Again, he inserted his desire-inflated prick until just the huge crown was imbedded inside, and this time Lynette squirmed her cuntal lips gently on it, testing, shivering as a soft promising wave of pleasure pulsated through her desire-heated passage. Then her pussy-lips flowered wider apart as his burning rod of flesh wormed its way in another inch, its brute size beginning to hurt again but the anguish paled as compared to the vivid, delicious feel of a massive stiff cock inside her wildly tingling pussy-flesh after the endless, torturous nights of yearning and fantasizing.
Still she braced herself with fear and moved her hips only cautiously as he drew his member back out slightly and then thrust inward again, a gentle stroke as if he was testing the elasticity of her vagina. And beneath the tinge of revulsion the young blonde felt at his hairy male odor and squat body, his leering swarthy face was the rim of a fiercely rising excitement that frightened her.
Lynette felt as if some dark side of her innocent nature that had been locked up tightly was now getting ready to erupt, threatening to shatter her timid personality forever, a depraved face she sensed had always lurked beneath her sweet one, biding its time for the final shocking emergence. Low thoaty animal sounds had started deep in her chest and her breath was coming in ragged shaking rasps. Not even the wild passion she'd felt as he lashed his hot tongue deep in her crazily trembling cunt could compare to the gathering lust she felt building inside her, and her terror was directed not at the ugly strange Arab who was fucking her but at her own self, at the shocking truth she knew existed deep inside her, covered by veils of sweetness and innocence.
"You're so tight.. . your cunt is like baby's," Kamad muttered thrusting his penis carefully inside the lush wet folds of her burning cunt, his hands still squeezing and kneading her swollen young breasts. He kept up a steady lunging at first, craning his head down to suck on one lewdly stiffened nipple and shifting his hands to hold her soft, squeezable ass-cheeks. She was deliriously tight and hot in there, and he wondered for an instant if she was innocent. Her fiery cunt was shuddering gently on his throbbing prick, as if she were wondering what to do next and her body trembled uncertainly under his, the squirming of her tender buttocks only adding to his lust.
A deep groan of passion issued from Lynette's throat as she felt the palpitating head of his fire-filled penis burrow even deeper into her pulsing cunt, goring her walls with fierce, thrilling tightness, and her fingers which had been clawing- at the rug beneath her suddenly clutched his buttocks, stroking and tugging at his hard-muscled cheeks. She wondered deliriously how anyone so unattractive could make her feel so beautiful and the raw sensation of having a live surging shaft piercing her aching cunt flesh after so long was beginning to make her mind reel dangerously.
"I love it," she hissed, trying to ram her whole enormous breast in his mouth and clawing his ass-cheeks. "I love to fuck .. . ram me with your cock .. . harder. . . shove it farther in my cunt... ooooooooohhhhhh .. . fuck me. .. fuck me to death!"
Suddenly, Lynette scissored her legs open for a moment, then wrapped them tightly around his waist and began jerking up with reckless abandon, the initial waves of pain from his massive shaft making her cry out, but even the intense sudden pain fusing with her violent joy. Insane ripples of excitement tingled through the raw nerve-ends of her cunt when Kamad began to thrust his pulsing hardness deeper and more brutally into her fiery depths, his grunts of lust mingling with her long, lewd moans, the feel of his hair-covered balls now slapping against the perspiring slit of her ass-cheeks and making her clench her teeth, Lynette started contracting the muscles of her cunt catching her breath in agony once more as his lewdly skewering thickness filled her to bursting but nothing mattered anymore except swallowing every inch of his throbbing hot cock as deep as possible inside her lust-inflamed passage, praying she would feel it all the way up her belly, wanting, in her newly awakened lust to be split asunder with the job of a real man's five, pulsating prick.
Now her buttocks began jerking in a frenzy in his cupping hands and the lewd rolling motion was tearing at Kamad's tenuous control, as the intense friction of her cock-sucking cunt became wilder and hotter. Her cunt was a tight, fiery mass of magnetic softness enveloping his stroking rod of flesh with electrifying power, sending sharp ripples of bliss along the length of his rigid erection, forcing him to struggle to keep from bursting his load.
"Your cunt is fabulous!" he gasped bringing his head up to kiss her on the lips, trying to still the thrashing of her blonde head. "You are the best American whore, Kamad ever have! The best fuck of a hooker!"
The naive teenager heard the words with distant shock but the only thing that mattered anymore was the electric excitement boiling in her lust-frantic slit, the delirious joy shuddering through her helplessly fucking body. She arched her loins up wildly to lift them both off the carpet, sobbing madly beneath his ceaseless pounding, racking his back with her fingernails in a delirium as she swung her ass up and down to a furious rhythm.
"I can't wait longer," Kamad gasped, digging his fingers into her buttocks fiercely. "I'm going to shoot my cum into your tight cunt! Aaaaaahhhhhh! I'm cccuuummmiinnnggg!"
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME .. . FUCK YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT... YESSSS ... HARDER ... HARDER .., DON'T STOP ... I LOVE COCK ... I LOVE FUCKING .... FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!"
Again the obscene words rang in her ears as if they had been screamed by some distant stranger, and every thought of shame or confusion that had been lurking on the fringe of her consciousness suddenly became obliterated beneath his savage, relentless fucking as his huge penis quivered inside her lust-tortured cunt. A maniacal wail began bursting from her lips and her face contorted with sheer depraved lust as the hot torrent of his sperm began gushing deep inside her frenzied pussy, spewing drops of fire against her quivering flesh like rapid machine-gun burst of bliss.
She sank her teeth grindingly into his shoulder and thrust her body up in a high arc, lifting him up easily in her hysterical joy, the waves of intense excitement shooting from her honeyed cunt in searing currents to her toes and calves and moist silken thighs, to the burning tips of her desire-inflamed nipples. For almost a full minute the boiling liquid streamed while Lynette shuddered and uncoiled her voluptuous body, her cunt clasping his dwindling cock in fiery spasms, sucking the fluid from his loins with vicious greed.
"What an animal slut! You fuck like dog! Fantastic!" the arab panted through clenched teeth, astonished and pleased by her sudden violent outburst, his own climax still surging wildly through his hammering loins as her obscenely sucking little cunt drew his seething sperm from him, as she continued to caress his softening cock-shaft inside her voracious slit long after he'd sagged on top of her still heaving body and panted urgently for breath. After a few minutes the diminishing twitches of her ass and searing, now drenched cunt ceased completely and she lay utterly still beneath him.
His breath fully restored, Kamad slowly climbed off her damp body and stood over her for a minute, baffled by her reaction. She'd been a sex-crazed demon all druing his performance and now she lay on the carpet with her arm over her face barely breathing.
"You okay, kid?"
Lynette murmured something inaudible and the squat Arab shrugged and went over to where he'd tossed his clothes, getting a cigarette from his jacket posket. He lit it and continued to study the soft curves of her adolescent body for a minute drinking in the smooth glowing skin and flawless white thighs and the lust of her ripe breasts, trying to decide whether he could summon the energy for another torrid session. She'd been fantastic, real animal beneath her naive little act and he didn't really mind her childish game now that he was sated.
He debated for a few moments and then decided with few regrets he couldn't get another erection for some time and anyway he had to be in New York the next morning so he'd skip it. With a sigh, he took out his wallet and took out a fifty dollar bill and went over to the still prone figure.
"Kamad like a good fuck," he said stuffing the money in her hand and closing her fingers over it, "he happy to pay for nice tight cunt. Maybe I see you again when I come back to America."
CHAPTER SIX
Lynette was hardly aware that the Arab had left and she lay on the rug, immobilized for several minutes. Finally, she stirred and sat up with a glazed film in her eyes, aware of a deep kindling glow in her loins that she'd never felt before in her life, a radiant contentment she'd never dreamed existed. She knew that she had been totally fucked for the first time in her nineteen years and it had kindled something secretly hiding inside her that now threatened to take over her entire life.
Suddenly she noticed the fifty dollar bill in her hand and at once a remorse and a profound shame began to well up in her as she stared at the green bill. Then, she remembered. He'd called her a whore! And to prove it he'd left a tip! Her body was racked with an even deeper revulsion when she realized his semen was now trickling from her satiated cunt, more vivid proof of her sin. And although the naive teenager's mind reeled in confusion, she realized clearly that she'd been duped by Veronica Ryslip. She knew now why Mandy's older sister had been disowned by her parents. Veronica was nothing but a common prostitute and Brad Hastings was a pimp.
All her dreams of owning beautiful clothes and driving an expensive car like Veronica were shattered as she got up and stumbled tearfully to the full length mirror in the bathroom. She stared at herself as if she expected to see some evidence of her debauched nightmare etched on her body. The ravished blonde could see no difference in the soft, lush curves of her body ... if anything, her creamy skin glowed with fulfillment and her succulent breasts seemed more full and voluptuous than ever ... but her own face stunned her.
It was still smooth and fresh, but there was a wild almost crazed light in her eyes, a hint of something forbidden she'd never seen before. They were the eyes of a whore! That's what he'd called her! A whore! She was a common hooker!
Speechless, she stared down at the fifty dollar bill she still clutched in her hand. She would give it back. Get rid of it somehow. But then a little voice inside her head said why? She had earned it! And it was all the money she had in the world. I'll use it to go to a cheap hotel or anywhere to get out of here, she thought.
Her body desperately craved a bath to wash away the feel of his hands and sandpapery tongue and above all the feel of hot cock deep between her legs, but she swayed uncertainly before the mirror wondering if she out to pack and leave, at this moment to escape the nightmare. The thought of facing Brad and Veronica now horrified her, but the idea of fleeing with her skin still crawling from his lust, her tender, stinging pussy still oozing from his sticky fluid repulsed her just as much.
Dazed, she stared down at the bill in her hands to deliberately avoid her own eyes in the mirror, recalling with burning shame her own lascivious cries of passion, her shocking pleas to be fucked harder and faster, the way she'd screamed in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around him like a maddened animal.
Shivered the tear-streaked, disheveled teenager dared to look in her eyes for an instant in the mirror and wondered if she wasn't a schizophrenic or something. How could she been innocent and a whore at the same time? But something had definitely changed. She recalled with clarity the night she had finger-fucked herself and fantasized that gigantic pricks were shooting into her every orifice.
An icy fear enveloped her at the strange emotions taking over her mind and her terror spurred her to action. She ran into her bedroom and flung open the door to the closet. Lynette grabbed her two battered suitcases and started flinging her few belongings into them.
In her frenzied haste she didn't even hear them come in. And only when they stood in the doorway, watching her with open mouths did Lynette realize she was still stark naked. In her mad rush to pack her cases, she hadn't dressed.
She faced Brad and Veronica with trembling hysteria, furious at the way they both drank in the plump, luscious curves of her still swollen breasts, hips and thighs.
"Stop looking at me!" she sobbed, hugging her lush breasts. "Get out of here and let me pack. I'm leaving!"
"And where are you going, angel?" Veronica asked in her husky voice, her eyes glittering openly on the blonde's full firm thighs and soft curly tangle of pubic hair.
"Anywhere .. . away from here ... away from you and your ... your pimp!" she sobbed.
"Now, now, I can explain everything," Veronica said in her silky, soothing way as she put her arms around the trembling blonde and held her close. She recognized the symptoms of hysteria and mentally cursed Brad for keeping her out with another client so long. She'd calculated that Lynette would be huddled in bed and that she would be able to take over from there. She certainly hadn't counted on the teenaged blonde wanting to leave. Why they had grown up in the same rotten little town. They were practically family! Why should she want to run away from the good life.
But she would have to be handled differently and Veronica knew just the right way to make sure that Lynette was hooked on the life forever. For a minute she crooned sympathetically in the blonde's ear, feeling her own pulse race as she crushed Lynette's plump hot breasts to her own and gently stroked the tender skin of her back. She was far more luscious and exciting naked than she'd hoped, her creamy skin flawless and her tender thighs, made her mouth water.
"You sold me to that. . . that Arab," Lynette accused. "Just like a cheap prostitute."
"That's not true, angel," Veronica soothed, easing the naked blonde to a sitting position on the bed and settling down beside her with an arm hugging her slender waist.
"He said he gave you two hundred dollars to . . . to fuck me!" Lynette cried, her anger rising again. Her emotions were churning crazily inside her, trying to grope with her shock and hysteria, but there was undeniable comfort in Veronica's soft caressing fingers and her look of horrified concern. She wondered if she'd been wrong about Mandy's sister after all, if it wasn't Brad that was behind the whole scheme.
"Absolutely not. He paid me for a tour guide to take on a nightclub tour. Nothing else. I keep fifty percent as my commision and I give you a hundred. Now that's pretty good money for a little girl that didn't have a cent this afternoon. As you get more experienced I'll only keep thirty percent."
"More experienced!" Lynette gasped, her anger growing more intense at the thought of another nightmare like tonights and when she realized she was still naked and that he was gaping at her ripe curves she screamed at him. "I'm leaving ... I don't want more experience ... now get out of here. I never want to see you again!"
"Leave us alone, Brad," Veronica quickly said with unmistakable command. She passed him a message with her eyes and he nodded and left the room. Veronica turned back to the little cringing blonde, her fingers now softly caressing her plump, succulent hip, her thigh pressed to Lynette's naked one.
"Poor darling," Veronica soothed, pulling her closer. "I had no idea anything as horrible might happen but neither did Brad. You were only supposed to be a tour guide, honest. Not a common bed partner.. . no, indeed. Listen, here's your hundred dollars but I ask only one thing of you. Don't leave until the morning when you've had a decent rest and you're not so agitated. I don't want you out alone in a strange city at this time of night."
Lynette took the money. She now had one hundred and fifty dollars which was riot very much but at least would pay for a couple of weeks at a hotel until she found work. A warning voice in her mind screamed at her to leave tonight, to get out now, but Veronica was holding her close again, rubbing her back with massaging soothing fingers, her other hand rubbing her soft belly.
She was beginning to feel warm again, almost relaxed and secure, as if Veronica were an older, protective sister. She didn't know whether to believe Brad, but she believed the beautiful woman beside her. She'd been her sister's best friend. Why would she want to do anything to harm her?
The nineteen year old blonde was also aware that a growing current of excitement was rippling through her blood as Veronica's fingers stroked her satiny belly and the curve of her buttocks at the same time, applying growing pressure with both hands. With a shock, Lynette realized that the intensely passionate desire that had racked her newly-awakened body less than an hour before was rushing to the surface again, as if her hunger were being whetted to the furious peak of insatiability.
"Listen, darling," Veronica said in a compelling voice. "Ill stay with you tonight. You can't sleep alone after that terrible shock and in the morning if you want to leave, I'll drive you downtown and find you a nice hotel. Now you just lie back and relax," she said huskily, pushing the blonde gently down onto her back and nudging her shapely calves up onto the bed. "I'll be back in a second. Close your eyes and rest."
Lynette obeyed, feeling warmth in the other woman's firm command. She felt Veronica's lips on her cheek caressing, then heard the door open and close a few moments later. Her ears picked up a rumble of low voices in the living room. Again she heard the sharp warning in the back of her mind to leave but she felt too emotionally drained, too confused and tired to make any decisions.
Veronica had made her decision for her and Veronica would keep her safe for tonight. Tomorrow she would go downtown and get some kind of a job, in a factory, anywhere. Right now she felt too emotionally drained to make any decisions. Veronica had made her decision and would keep her safe for tonight. She felt too drowsy to move, and she couldn't resist a certain feeling of pride in the way the brunette had looked at her sensuous curves with naked envy. Nor could she deny a sharp curiosity about her sleek friend's statuesque body as she recalled the strange contact they'd had the afternoon Lynette moved into the house.
Also, she felt curiously passive and helpless around Veronica, as though her will were being melted by the other woman's magnetic charm. Maybe, she thought with drowsy insight that she was a kind of maternal figure in New Orleans. The sudden fatigue she felt sweeping over her naked body had coaxed her into the vety edge of deep sleep when her bedroom door opened, startling her awake again.
Veronica came in, smiling, her proud, high-set breasts dancing freely under her robe as she switched off the overhead light, leaving the room in the soft flow of the bedside lamp. The tall brunette's eyes shone on Lynette as she stood beside the bed and slipped out of her robe.
Immediately, the young teenager's eyes widened on Veronica's naked body, startled at the alluring whiteness of her breasts jutting firmly out, their rosy areolas huge and centered by taut, swollen nipples. She'd always thought that her dark-haired roommate had a superb body, but actually seeing her so close in the flesh was still a slight shock. Benath her voluptuously heavy breasts, Veronica's waist tapered and flared out to lushly molded hips which framed a thick dark triangle of pubic hairs. The skin of her thighs was milky-smooth in contrast and the whole effect of her striking nakedness was richly sensuous and seductive.
For a moment, Veronica stood by the lamp, letting the girl admire her while she raked her eyes over Lynette's tawny nakedness in return, her eyes lingering on the blonde's ripely rounded breasts and smooth thighs. Young and tender and naive, she thought with lewd excitement, and perfect for her wild brand of love.
"We won't need the covers," Veronica murmured1, sitting on the edge of the bed and resisting the urge to reach out and clutch Lynette's nakedly exposed breasts and squeeze their satiny heat in her eager fingers. "Move over, darling."
Lynette shifted over on the bed, a look of faint apprehension on her face. Veronica lay beside her and turned on her side and leaned on her elbow, staring down at her newest conquest's smooth lovely face with glittering eyes. Her cunt would be like nectar, Veronica sensed, sweet and juicy and quivering, but first the necessary preliminaries.
"Has Brad left?" Lynette whispered nervously to break the charged silence. She didn't like the way her roommate was lying so close and watching her so intensely, like a hungry cat regarding the canary. But, struggling with her uneasiness, she couldn't deny an undercurrent of breathless excitement in her blood, either.
"Yes, angel. Don't worry, you've had a bad night, my sweet. Turn on your side to face me and let Veronica hold you."
Trembling Lynette obeyed her. There was something so compelling and assuring in Veronica's voice and manner, so hypnotic she couldn't resist. Lynette felt herself being enveloped in Veronica's arms and her heart began to beat wildly as their hot bodies came into contact, as Veronica's smothering breasts crushed against her own sensitive mounds. The eerie excitement Lynette felt only faintly at first abruptly began to soar, to become a sharp, spine-tingling sensation she'd never felt before. It alarmed her and she squirmed nervously, but Veronica's arms grew tighter around her and Lynette gasped when she felt a silken hot leg twining around hers and then the electric contact of hair-fringed loins pressed almost lewdly together.
"Don't be scared, sweetheart," Veronica whispered in her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you. It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Uh, yes .. . but... but I feel funny .
Lynette's muffled voice blurted the words out, her lips brushing the other woman's thick fragrant hair while Veronica pressed her cheek warmly to Lynette's. The girl had never felt another woman's naked body embracing her and there was something wicked and depraved in the contact, even though Veronica was simply holding her.
"I'm not doing anything wrong to you," Veronica said softly and with the gentlest pressure of her warm pubic mound * against Lynette's curly pussy. The fire had already started in Veronica's surging loins at the moment of breast contact and now that the younger girl's burning cunt was firmly locked to hers, her plump tender thighs squirming to escape, it was all the scheming brunette could do to keep from raping her sister's young friend with her fingers and lips and tongue... but years of experience had taught her to move cautiously to avoid a violent over reaction of fear and shame.
"And it does feel good, doesn't it?" Veronica asked huskily. She'd used the line so many times before it was automatic, in the same way her leisurely caressing fingers edged closer to Lynette's narrow anal crevice. She knew she would have to pay justice to the blonde's lusty ass, that it would be a sin of omission not to ram her tongue deeply up her tender asshole. It would be ravaged brutally in the days to come by the blood-engorged cocks of uncontrollable men if Veronica got her way and the dark-haired beauty wanted to savor it first.
"I-I'm not sure," Lynette moaned as her mind reeled in maddening confusion. A hot surge of shame coursed over her aching body when she realized she was growing unbearably excited again, that her pussy was starting to throb with renewed intensity and every nerve of her flesh tingled with fierce anticipation. Only this time her furious desire wasn't being sparked by a brutal, hairy stranger by but by a ravishing woman, the sister of her best friend.
The feel of Veronica's burning breasts squirming lascviously to hers, the lewd grinding pressure of her hot pussy and velvet soft belly, the galvanizing caresses of her sulty roommate's fingertips on her ass-cheeks was rapidly opening the gates of Lynette's pentup, savage desire and she felt utterly helpless to resist:
Dear heaven, she thought with dread, I want her to make love to me! I want her to kiss me and finger fuck me! God above, I want her to eat my cunt too .. . just like the Arab!
Lynette's pussy lips began to draw hotly inward at the lewd thought and she buried her crimson face deeper into Veronica's thick dark tresses, but at the same time trembled from head to toe when the woman's finger began to lovingly trace the crevice of her buttocks probing with obscene intent and making the young girl moan. She sensed she'd had no time to recover from her rape and the blissful orgasms that had been torn from her unwilling loins had left her weak and helpless, her body an instrument of lust that could be triggered by the mere touch of a lewd hand.
She's ready, Veronica thought triumphantly, and in the next moment pushed the groaning girl over onto her back and her finger still buried in between Lynette's ass-cheeks but now rubbing back and forth over the tiny puckered ring of her anus, her other hand clutched one satiny breast,' stroking and pinching the erectile nipple, pulling gently at its desire taut flesh. Lynette sucked in her breath and shuddered, her eyes tightly shut as if this could blot out the shame she felt. Her long dark hair brushing Lynette's face, Veronica leaned down to kiss her passionately on the lips, snaking her tongue hotly into her mouth with a fierce hungry moan of conquest. For a minute she circled the blonde girl's mouth with her tongue while she slid her hand down from her blood-inflamed nipple bud to the whitely yielding flesh of her belly, then dabbed at Lynette's parted pussy lips with her outstretched middle finger.
Instantly, Lynette's back arched and she jerked her buttocks up to lock around the lewdly probing finger, trying to seize it in her throbbing cunt, her shame lost, overpowered by her frantic desire. She made frenzied animal sounds in her throat as she sucked eagerly on Veronica's tongue and her hand leaped up to grasp her roommate's swelling breasts. A shocking thrill rippled through Lynette's fingertips when she clutched the hot milky flesh of the older woman's naked breasts and she explored them with frantic delight, sharply aroused at the strange new sensation, loving their spongy heat and weight, wanting now to suck them.
Above her on the bed, Veronica continued to spread the blonde's moist cunt juice freely over her outer lips, her own passion hammering in her blood at the sticky flow. Quickly, she found her clitoris and began stroking it rapidly, vibrating her fingertip against the swollen bud at a furious pace. Lynette shuddered wildly and incoherent whimpers of frenzied joy began issuing from the back of her throat as the hot thrills tore through her defenseless cunt flesh.
Then Veronica tore her lips away from Lynette's but continued to stroke her passion-inflamed clitoris, easing her other hand out from beneath her swinging ass-cheeks to probe her own pulsing vagina, hissing with pleasure as she duplicated the finger-fucking on herself at the same time her gaze riveted with lewd joy to the blonde's contorted face as Lynette stared up at her with gleaming, lust-tortured eyes.
"Put it in," Lynette moaned frantically, amazed at her outrageous demand, but unable to quiet her tongue. "Finger-fuck me please... I want it!"
The ripples of pleasure in her own freely-flowing pussy becoming wilder, Veronica slid her middle finger deeply into the girl's seething cunt, and Lynette's body quivered violently as a sharp scream tore from her wet lips. Again, duplicating the furious stroking on herself, Veronica slid the middle finger of her other hand deep into her own fiercely clasping vagina, groaning aloud at the sudden burning thrill, circling it against her desire-drenched walls madly all the while drinking in the exciting spectacle of Lynette's heaving breasts and savagely swinging buttocks, finding a profound pleasure in the knowledge that she was the first woman to finger-fuck Lynette, only the first step in her planned corruption.
Suddenly, she jerked her finger out. "Come over here and lie on top of me," Veronica commanded. Quickly the trembling blonde straddled her roommate with awkward eagerness and for a minute Veronica let her squirm her hot body tight to her own voluptuous one, allowed Lynette to gyrate her moist pussy furiously to her dark friction producing pubic mound while Veronica tongued the girl's mouth and stroked her silky buttocks. As eager as she herself was to savor every lush inch of Lynette's tender young body, Veronica invariably put business first and on this occasion it was all the more vital because she'd pegged her as a really hot little numbe just waiting to be awakened.
"Suck on my tits," she ordered the girl, nudging her downward by her. shoulders. Veronica's hands kept up a constant pressure on Lynette's ass-cheeks while she moaned with lust as the blonde's eager mouth slid down to grasp one stiffened nipple bud, sparking exquisite tingle of sexual rapture through Veronica's wildly heaving breasts. Making ravenous sounds in her throat, Lynette clutched the ripe mound greedily in both hands while she sucked and circled the swollen tips, her eager clumsiness thrilling Veronica even more.
"Oh you're fabulous... a born tit-sucker, darling," Veronica moaned as Lynette sucked her straining nipples then tried to ram one whole voluptuous breast into her mouth.
Wild little ripples of delight shuddered through Lynette's mouth now as she hugged Veronica's other succulent hot breast to her hungry lips, vibrating her tongue ecstatically against the sweet nipple bud and lewdly savoring the new adventure to the fullest.
In her mind's eye, the depraved image of herself flashed vividly while she sucked and thrilled her stunning roommate ... a luscious, wide-eyed young blonde straddling a tall, sensuous dark-haired beauty's body, frantically sucking and kissing her ripely mounded breasts and she desperately yearned to go a step farther and crush her face to Veronica's pussy flesh and lap the secretions of her cunt in a fury.
"I want to go down on you, Veronica!"
A strange, smile of victory flitted across the older woman's face and her eyes gleamed like points' of evil fire. "Not just yet. Don't touch my cunt yet."
Controlling her eagerness with difficulty, the lust-intoxicated blonde edged down to the rim of Veronica's finely curled pussy mound. In a lasciviously teasing circle, the young naive girl traced fiery kisses completely around the inverted triangle of Veronica's cunt. Then slipping down with a pounding heart, she nestled her lips against one inner thigh resting her cheek against the forbidden pink cunt lips, so wet and burning. She licked the tender flesh avidly while her hands feverishly stroked her seductress's leg, caressing the full calves and moving around, up and over her firm full thigh.
Only inches away she could see the pink cuntal lips palpitating gently in their frame of dark glossy hair. It looked obscene and beautiful and irrestibly beckoning, forbidden but compelling. The girl's mouth opened eagerly and her tongue darted out, not daring to touch the juicy slit just yet, but fascinated by its lewd pink invitation.
"Now?" Lynette whispered feverishly. "Can I eat your eunt now?"
Veronica's response was to grasp Lynette's head in her hands and pull her gently forward, crushing the girl's waiting mouth to her throbbing hot cunt.
Instantly, the aroused blonde thrust her tongue deep into its burning hot flesh with a groan of electrifying excitement. It tasted sweet and hot and so erotic beneath her wildly squirming tongue, its delicious fire-filled mass that writhed sensuously in response, sucking back at her tongue greedily quivering under Lynette's lewd lapping with vibrant power.
Veronica's low cries became more intense as Lynette crushed her mouth furiously down to the dark-haired girl's hotly clasping cunt, unable. to get enough of the new taste treat, digging her fingers shapply into the brunette's flaring hips in her lustful grip.
"Take it easy," Veronica wailed, thrashing her buttocks feverishly in an effort to meet the girl's crazed tempo. "You're sucking me dry,"
Caught up for a moment in her lust, Veronica forgot for a moment that Brad was just outside the bedroom door, waiting for her signal. Molten waves of bliss shuddered through her stinging tortured pussy like wildfire as Lynette locked her mouth fiercely to her oozing thighs. Her hands flew from Lynette's bobbing head to her own swollen breasts and she squeezed the aching mounds in oabcene rhythm to her wildly jerking ass-cheeks, watching her blonde protege with lewd triumph while panting and gasping under the harsh thrills the innocent girl was giving her.
"Faster," Veronica, hissed, lunging her thighs up brutally against the girl's face. Her perspiring body suddenly arched and quivered frantically as Lynette discovered her swollen clitoris and greedily sucked its turgid flesh deep into her mouth with groans of rapture, and vibrated her tongue-tip insanely against it like a tiny whip
"I'm cumming!" Veronica gasped, her ass-cheeks rising high off the mattress as she slammed her dripping cunt furiously to Lynette's sucking lips. The wild thrills began to pound with shattering ecstasy through her crazily sucking cunt-flesh and Veronica twined her fingers in the girl's long blonde hair and tugged, swinging her own buttocks in sharp, delirious spasms of sexual tension.
It was byond Lynette's comprehension that she could have been skillfully primed to the point of frenzy, led on to the maddening peak of frustration where her own orgasm was elusively beyond reach, and then, in her state of nerve racking lust, forced to commit almost any depraved act as if it were normal.
"You sweet little cunt-eater," Veronica moaned. "Oh . . . eat me ... eat me . . . eat my cunt all up!"
Inspired, the lust-driven blonde suddenly wriggled her head rapidly from side to side while she sucked on the older woman's vibrating clitoris, and the effect made Veronica shudder convulsively and claw at Lynette's back with her long fingernails. Then, recalling how lewd it felt before to have her roommate's fingertip pressed hard to her asshole to excite her, Lynette now groped in the crevice of Veronica's buttocks, using her thumb.
She found the rubbery little orifice, brushing hard against it for a moment and then ramming it deep inside. Instantly, she was rewarded with a loud cry of passion, and in further response the blonde wriggled her thumb lasciviously inside the hot channel while she continued sucking her voluptuous partner's cum-soaked pussy, lost now in a dreamy bliss of juicy cuntal flesh.
She couldn't see the bedroom door open behind her, or Brad step in and set up a tape recorder on the floor with a polaroid camera in his hand. Seeing Brad, Veronica drew her knees up even higher to expose Lynette's contorted face, resting the soles of her feet on the girl's soft shoulders.
Brad knelt beside the bed at an angle that would permit the picture to show Lynette's face and Veronica's soaked, hairy pink pussy clearly. He focused, snapped and the sudden flash was like lightning in the room. Lynette suddenly tore her lips from the dripping crack and darted her glazed eyes to the direction of the flash, her heart pounding.
"It's all right," Veronica crooned above her, "ignore Brad just suck my cunt. He's just taking pictures so I can remember how wonderful it was having you here eating me alive."
The husky words were deeply reassuring to Lynette's dazed mind and spurred her to please her sleek, luscious roommate even more, so she wriggled her thumb harder in Veronica's burning rectum and probed her tongue as deeply as it would go into the squirming hot flesh of the older girl's pussy.
She was aware of more flashes but she forgot about it as she scrambled eagerly around in reverse while she sucked Veronica's small clitoris. She placed folded knee on each side of the woman's shoulders and her heart began to hammer frantically as she felt Veronica's hands grip her hot ass-cheeks and pull her down, her dark-haired partner's breath coming warm on her throbbing cunt. She was rewarded by sharp, delirious thrills as Veronica abruptly rammed her tongue far up into her lewdly hovering cunt, and with a groan of frantic excitement, Lynette returned her mouth to the other woman's clasping cuntal crevice.
After a minute, the younger girl began to imitate the older one's slow sensuous sucking and licking, undulating her buttocks to a steady, almost leisurely rhythm of pleasure. Then Veronica gave her a series of soft but torrid thrills by wriggling her tongue in wide circles to, lap at Lynette's sensitive vaginal walls, and transferred her attention to Lynette's passion-inflamed clitoris with a gentle sucking of her sensual mouth.
Her fingers stroked the girl's lewdly undulating buttocks while she licked and relished her searing pink flesh, then she spread Lynette's ass-cheeks apart and started at her tiny, puckered anal ring, knowing that there at least the young blonde was a virgin. In one smooth motion her tongue covered the small distance and with teasing skill, Veronica licked at the rubbery nether opening for a few seconds while Lynette groaned loudly and flexed her buttocks in response. Then when Veronica slammed her tongue into the hot anal channel Lynette shuddered wildly and in a moment returned the obscene thrill, plunging her own burning tongue into her roommate's flexing anus and squirming it lasciviously to give the other woman a delicious wave of bliss.
Lynette was no longer conscious of the polaroid camera flashing every few seconds. Brad had the newest fast printing model and he snapped away. He had by now a fierce throbbing erection from the spectacle before him and the knowledge that it wouldn't be long now before he had his turn.
Suddenly, the wildest climax of her night raced through Veronica's fiercely sucking cunt as she sank her fingernails into Lynette's tempting buttocks and licked her hotly secreting pussy with joyous fervor. They were both cumming at the same time, Veronica thrashing her hips off the mattress beneath the shattering thrills, the blonde teenager stroking her partner's satiny calves with feverish hands as she sucked and stung the hot, squirming flesh beneath her, her lips on fire with her frantic new hunger, her own cunt shuddering in delirious joy as Veronica lost control at last and lapped voraciously at her cuntal walls.
For another thirty seconds, Veronica continued to suck ravenously until with a deep sigh of regret, she released the blonde teenager's shuddering loins. Sobbing with exhaustion, Lynette sagged onto the mattress, her perspiring body twitching in spasm, her mind reeling under the onslaught of thrills that had assaulted her in the last few hours.
"Jesus, darling, it was fantastic," Veronica sighed and then turned^ to Brad. "Are the pictures good?"
"Terrific!" he said handing her the picture which would be put to good use after she had copies printed up.
While Veronica studied the photograph, Brad quickly took his pants and shorts off. His fully aroused penis tingled hotly with lustful anticipation.
"Is she ready?" Brad asked Veronica impatiently, staring at the tawny blonde who had her face buried in her arms.
"In a second, Brad."
"Okay, but I'm hornier than hell," Brad muttered, darting hot eyes at the girl's naked body.
Slowly, Veronica nodded, knowing she had to share all her new recruits with Brad as part of their agreement anyway. It was an odd situation. She did all the procuring and Brad made all the contacts, arranging the nightclub "tours" and lining up customers, most of them wealthy Arabs from the days when they both worked together at the investment company. It had been her idea but Brad was almost indispensable to her operation.
Lynette stirred slightly on the bed, still hiding her flushed face in her arms. The shame and remorse Veronica suspected had already begun to sweep through her silky, throbbing body in hot waves, as her passion subsided. Her intense shame prodded her to think of only one thing. She had to get out of here, away from
Veronica's compelling husky voice, away from Brad who had sold her like a prostitute. She had to get away before she succumbed again. The essence of Veronica's cunt flesh lingered in her mouth like nectar and her pussy and even her asshole kept tingling as if her body craved more of the wanton ecstasy.
Suddenly, a voice broke her reverie.
"Up off the bed, Lynette. Come on cunt-lapper, it's time for your next lesson!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Get down on your knees," Brad ordered. "You're going to suck me off just like you did Veronica."
"No," Lynette whispered, shaking her head frantically. She turned her face to Veronica, who was leaning on her elbow watching her with a strange excited light in her dark eyes. "Not that!"
"Down," Brad snapped, and her utter resignation pulled her down to her knees on the carpet, her face inches from the huge bulbous knob of his pulsating cock. A wave of revulsion flooded her shivering body when she saw a milky drop ooze out of the tiny slit on his bright red crown, and she realized she would actually have to put his hard, obscene prick in her mouth.
"Wrap your mouth around it!" he commanded.
Fearfully, the red-faced blonde took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly and moved forward with her ripe mouth parted and her fists clenched at her sides.
She suddenly whimpered as Brad clutched the back of her head and jerked it violently forward, ramming his cock-head all the way back along her tongue and savagely against the back of her throat to make her gag.
"Suck me off properly or you'll be sorry! Now suck my cock and hurry up, cunt-eater!"
Her breasts heaving with terror, Lynette began sliding her lips furiously up and down on his throbbing member, feeling it harden slightly in her mouth as she strove desperately to please him. She grasped the base of his thick, blood-hardened shaft in one hand to steady it, and the thick surging feel of it made her begin stroking in time to her frenzied sucking. She suddenly realized she was becoming excited, and opened her eyes to stare at his rod as she worked her warm mouth, ashamed at her reaction but unable to control it as she grew used to the pungent, fleshy male taste.
"Use your tongue," Brad ordered. She held the trunk of his penis firmly in her hand while she circled the lust-swollen head with her hot rough tongue, then took his cock out of her mouth to lick the blunt crown in rapid, tingling strokes of her wet tongue-tip.
"She learns fast, hey Brad," Veronica murmured as she continued snapping the photographs of the lewd exhibition.
Again as it had with Veronica, the obscene praise unaccountably triggered a frantic desire to please in her, and Lynette cradled his balls in one hand as she worked her mouth hungrily to coax his cum upward. By degrees, her initial fear had turned to curiosity, then faint pleasure, and then depraved lust as she slid her obscenely ovalled lips up and down on his long thick blood-engorged rod in an effort to make him cum quickly.
She was moaning deeply now, burrowing as much of his surging rod into her throat as possible with each upward thrust of his loins, her body trembling with eagerness as she jerked the shaft of his cock rapidly in her soft palm. Her lust-inflamed mind whirled with perverse images: She wanted his cum not only in her throat, but all over her body, on her tingling nipples and swollen breasts, or her naked belly and ass-cheeks, craved the stick cum everywhere.
Her craving for new thrills suddenly sparked her to wrench her mouth from his lust-hardened rod and hold the angry red shaft up at an angle with one hand. She ran the tip of her tongue along the under surface of his stiffened cock, then, still stroking it rapidly in her hand, she licked at his testicles, lapping each semen-inflated ball in turn with soft low moans of desire. In another frantic moment, she was seizing one of the fleshy rounds carefully in her wide-open mouth, sucking on it with a gently pressure, her free hand even probing lewdly at the ring of his anus.
"She's out of this world! Incredible!" Brad exclaimed.
Lynette spent no more than a couple of minutes tonguing and sucking Brad's balls, and had now returned to devouring his cock with renewed zeal. Whimpering incoherent as she felt his turgid member quiver ominously in her mouth, she met his powerful pelvic thrusts with a tight, burning oral suction, her hand simultaneously stroking him in a frenzy.
Suddenly, Brad moaned aloud. "I'm going to cum!" He gripped her blonde head savagely in his hands and readied himself for a final series of massive thrusts. His loins quivered explosively at the pussy-like friction of her voracious mouth, except that she was tighter in her lust-frenzy than any yielding cunt as she tried to force his cum from his crazily protesting balls.
Then his hotly ramming penis exploded and her mouth, was suddenly flooded with his burning cum, thick flowing waves of pungent sperm that made her throat gulp. The liquid was strange and salty to her taste buds but exciting as the searing gush continued to spurt and Lynette swallowed it frantically, issuing obscenely happy groans as the stream continued and Brad gasped and writhed his loins.
Slowly, his shattering climax subsided and his cock began to deflate in her still frenzied lips, tingling widly beneath the continued onslaught. When it was completely limp she continued to suck on it and Brad stared down at her in astonishment, still dazed at her wild fervor and burst- of sensual artistry, her swift transition from timid little mouse to man-eating panther.
"Lynette!" Brad said sharply. "That's enough you're sucking me raw! Stop now!"
"Pull yourself together!" Veronica ordered. She watched the ripe breasted blonde closely, trying to gauge her tremendous flood of remorse. She was tempted to have another session with her and she knew that Brad would be hard again in a couple of minutes, but watching the blonde's dazed face and succulently quivering body, Veronica decided her roommate had had enough for one night, than an orgy of constant assault might unhinge her already precariously balanced mind.
The single obsessed thought that spun in Lynette's mind and obscured even her profound hot shame became a wedge that fired her courage.
"I'm getting out of here," Lynette suddenly shrieked.
Smiling casually, Veronica grasped one of Lynette's softened nipples and rolled it between her fingers to make it tingle and throb.
"No one is stopping you," she said. "You can go anytime but first you may want to take a look at how your photographs turned out." She held her hand out and Brad brought her a huge stack of prints. One at a time Veronica held them up before the blonde's shocked eyes giving her a description of each one .. .
"Oh, here you are eating my cunt, with your little pink tongue hanging out. No one can look at that expression on your face and think you weren't doing it out of your own desire. .. Brad, this is a great shot you took with her tongue up my asshole . .. and here we both are sucking each other's cunts ... here's one of mine with you trying to swallow Brad's entire prick...."
Lynette gazed at the vivid color photographs in growing horror. She'd forgotten about the camera, had attached no importance to it at the time but now she realized the depth of their cunning.
She'd never even seen a lewd picture before, but to see herself in all her naked splendor and obscenity performing the most forbidden of lustful acts filled her with an overwhelming shame. She struggled against the dread rising in her stomach, but she clung to her decision shakily, thinking it would somehow get her through.
"Show the pictures to whoever you want. I'm still leaving. Now get out of here so I can pack!"
"Well, actually I thought I'd mail them to your mother. I'm sure all the folks in our little town would love to see your picture and find out how well your adjusting to big, bad, New Orleans!"
The words slowly filtered through to Lynette's reeling mind, but for a few dangerous moments she felt her sanity teetering beneath the - relentless assault on her emotions and helpless body. She had the vivid sensation she was being crushed in a vise of hot flesh and clawing fingers as Veronica held her, tightly, pressing her huge breasts and soft belly to Lynette's and Brad, behind her, stroked and pinched the plump curves of her buttocks. She was too tired to push them away and she was inexorably trapped between her two corrupters, suffocating in their endless lust, her raw emotions pulverized by their bizarre sex-games and diabolical traps.
For what seemed like an eternity everything seemed nightmarish and black, until she felt a drink thrust in her hand and she swallowed the burning liquid eagerly. At least Brad had stopped pawing her and Veronica hovered over her on the bed with concern.
"About the pictures," Veronica said ... "I'll do anything you say only don't send them to mom. She has a bad heart. I'll do whatever you want."
"Really, Lynette all I want for you is to have a chance to earn some easy money. I just want you to continue working for our little nightclub tour business. Tomorrow night there's going to ' be a private party. You'll be able to dress up and look beautiful and have a good time and meet some interesting wealthy men. What more do you want? Maybe you'll even meet some valuable contact that will take you on a trip.... come on, honey, you don't want to live the kind of rotten life you had, scrounging for dimes, before you came here. This is why you came here isn't it?"
"Okay, okay," the exhausted blonde agreed.
And then the bedroom door shut behind Veronica and Brad and the memory of her night of lust made Lynette squirm in her bed with a mixture of hot desire and painful humiliation. She would never be the same again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was late afternoon when Lynette finally awoke from her tortured sleep. I'm already keeping whore's hours she thought guiltily as she numbly got out of bed and padded over to the full length mirror and began examining herself.
To her scrutinizing eyes, she'd changed drastically.
At first the difference was subtle then dramatic as Lynette swept her long-lashed green eyes from her face to her lush breasts to her plump golden thighs. Her breasts were even larger, their dusky tips almost bloated, she saw with alarm. Her hips too seemed more voluptuous, their soft curves rounded, more seductive and the tawny skin of her thighs glowed; she stroked her fingertips over the hot flesh, marveling at the vibrant feel. But it was her face that both frightened and secretly thrilled her.
Her lips were almost lewd with a suggestion of a sensual pout and her eys shone back at her with a fiery light she'd never seen before. She tried looking back at herself and discovered with a twinge of fear she couldn't that something fierce and violent had stared her down mockingly. And she became aware with a sudden shock that her fingers were rubbing her golden pussy hair in a lewd caress while she tried gazing into her smoldering eyes.
In a state of shock, she rushed into the bathroom to try and scrub away her lewd appearance.
That evening, Veronica helped Lynette dress and put on her makeup, fussing over the teenaged blonde with the pride of a mother. But unlike the last time, Veronica's caressing fingers were bold and hotly probing, cupping and. squeezing Lynette's succulent breasts as she stood behind her in front of the mirror, deliberately squirming her yearning pussy mound to the girl's sensitive ass-cheeks and tracing delicate patterns on her neck and shoulders with her burning tongue-tip. Helpless after their stormy union the night before, Lynette could only, moan softly and tremble in the older woman's arms.
"You'll be the best looking woman there," Veronica chuckled pressing her palm to Lynette's warm loins. She'd have the teenager primed like a detonating fuse by the time they got to the party and she would have to be considering the selection of horny Arabs Brad had collected.
The moment they set foot in the luxurious penthouse, Lynette felt a dizzying relief. She didn't know what to expect and had been braced for the worst, but in a glance she saw about twenty people looking perfectly normal, laughing, chatting, holding drinks while music issued from the stereo. It was still early but things couldn't possibly turn ugly later, she reasoned. Veronica held her arm caressingly as she introduced the uneasy blond to various people, most of them Arab businessmen in their thirties and forties, very prosperous looking and polite in spite of their heavily accented and sometimes comical English.
There were only a few other women there besides herself. All the men fawned over Lynette, but charmingly so that her relief became exhilaration. It seemed like one of those society parties that Lynette had read about in the social column in the New Orleans paper and she couldn't understand why she'd been so panic-stricken earlier. Veronica was right. It was an easy and pleasant way of making a living . .. just attending parties. The young blonde practically gulped her second drink with relief.
She was introduced to a man named Sudel and she answered his polite questions shyly, feeling a little uneasy at the way he kept raking her soft body over with his blatantly hungry eyes, but so far no one had touched her or even spoken a vulgar word.
Another, florid-faced Arab introduced as Pahlevi hovered around her constantly too, and there was something harsh in his face that reminded Lynette of Kamad Faloni, the man from the night before. Still, everything seemed normal, even elegant as people milled around, gulping drinks and laughing.
"Well, I guess we're all here now," Brad suddenly announced. "There won't be anyone else coming so you can all do your thing now." There was a sudden outburst of comments and a couple of whistles, and with a shock Lynette saw one of the women calmly place her drink on the floor and unzip her dress, quickly slipping out of it to reveal that she was stark naked underneath. The blonde felt a heavy hand squeeze one of her ass-cheeks and then Pahlevi's coarse face was leering down at her, inches away.
"Get your clothes off," he said thickly. "I've got a hard-on just from looking at your round ass and you're going to love it!"
And then Sudel was over by her side and the two men started arguing in their native tongue.
With a sickening fear, Lynette realized that they were arguing over her. She blinked her eyes from one to the other still not comprehending, but her blood began to pound with fear. The hand on her buttocks was cruelly squeezing, as if testing her supple flesh.
Glancing around wildly as the two men argued over her, she saw the others undressing, girls and men alike, a milling crush of hairy bodies and softly curved, smooth-skinned ones, hard, pulsing pricks and curly pubic hair, broad and skinny chests and small breasts and large, pear-shaped mounds. She noticed one slender girl sink to the carpet beneath a naked man, her thighs spreading wide as he buried his mouth ravenously to her tiny pink cunt, the girl's hips rising quickly in the air in a violent jerk as her legs wrapped firmly up around his back.
And *Sudel and Pahlevi continued a running argument as they took their clothes off before her, moving casually. Breathless with panic, Lynette looked at the door, wondering if she could run for it in the confusion of obscenity before she remembered the photographs that assuredly Veronica would mail to her sick mother. There was no escape as the men tossed aside their underwear, and both of them revealed their heavy, blood-hardened erections. Sudel's cock was a mammoth, throbbing rod that horrified her, even larger than Kamad's its crimson head gorged with blood. Pahlevi's cock was shorter but thicker like a stubby, flesh-colored salami. Still Lynette hesitated, her mind whirling with liquor, her knees trembling with dread as they discussed her impersonally, like a rump roast.
"We decide," Pahlevi said. "I fuck her dog-fashion first to get ready for Sudel's giant cock then we can both take her at once. For now she can suck your cock.. .. good decision, Sudel?"
The swarthy Arab sighed with resignation his eyes riveted on Lynette's tawny thighs. "Okay, let's get this chair... come on ... I can't wait!"
"Why you not take clothes off?" Pahlevi asked impatiently as they made their way through couples fucking and moaning on the floor, stepping over a thrashing pair immersed in a lewd sixty-nine.
Lynette didn't hear him. She was gaping in horror at the chaotic scene around her, her eyes freezing on the obscene spectacle of a man assaulting the silken round cheeks of the woman beneath him who writhed and shuddered as his rigid cock drove brutally into her helpless asshole with relentless animal fury. There was an air of vibrant lust in the room, an electrifying tension that was heightened by the sounds of moaning and panting, naked bellies slapping furiously and hissed comments of pure unadulterated lust.
She spotted Veronica sitting on a man's face while she crouched down and furiously lashed her tongue on the glistening knob of his long thick cock, her hand stroking the blood-engorged rod with rhythmic power. To Lynette's widened eyes, appalled at the first realy orgy she'd ever seen, it was a scene from hell.
She felt her wrist being tugged and brought her focus back to the swarthy face looming over hers.
"Hurry up and get naked. I want fuck!" "No," Lynette whispered, wishing desperately she could stop this nightmare. With shaking fingers she reached for her zipper. But as she slipped out of her dress and left it on the floor where everyone's else's clothes lay, the now familiar undercurrent of insatiable hunger that had been triggered so powerfully last night rippled through her sensual body, flushing her skin and making her cunt begin its hot sucking pulsation. It came with her tealization that there was no excape from the men who desired her luscious body and would ravage her anyway from the shameful knowledge that, deep down she furiously craved the adventures in torrid sex she'd- denied herself so hysterically for more time than she cared to remember.
"Good big tits!" Pahlevi muttered.
Her fear and shame began rapidly slipping away as she raised a glass to her lips and tossed the liquor down her throat as the Arab guided her across the room with his hand gripping her plump ass lustfully. They stepped around one couple who'd already finished their first bout, and Lynette caught the glazed look of depravity on the girl's face when she gazed up at Lynette's curly golden crotch.
"Come back and bring me a cunt pie," the man called alter her.
As the -tnen had arranged, Sudel sat in an ove r :�-..-.�: it h a drink, his massive penis hovering out incongruously from his slender build. Pahlevi placed T ynette beside the chair, facing it, I is finders hefting her sensuous mounds as he told her "Bend over chair and spre ]d your ass. Put your face in Sudel'slap."
� " sibling yfith both fear and an wx- itr Ushle exci1 nu--nt for the unknown, Lyncite beni ov t ] that her belly was resting over the arm and her buttocks jutting lewdly out behind her. Her breasts dangled voluptuously on the- Arab's outer thigh ?.nd she had to place her hands on the opposite arm of the chair for support, Inches from her mouth shone the huge purple knob of the grossly swollen cock.
She felt her lips tingle and her mouth salivate is she recalled Brad's cock in her mouth the before An instant later she heard a spitting sound then Pahlevi's hand was rubbing his saliva over her nakedly exposed pussy flesh with rough fingers, and the blonde shivered with fear. Yet the sheer bestiality of the gesture, the knowledge that he was moistening her pussy so she could be fucked from behind like an animal thrilled her in some weird way.
Lynette held her breath as Pahlevi's fingers grabbed her soft ass-cheeks and spread them with brutal pressure, and for one terrifying moment, she thought he was going to actually penetrate her anus. Vaguely, she remembered he'd said they would both take her at the same time, but she didn't quite understand how. But before she had time to think about it, a sudden burning pressure at the lips of her warmly palpitating pussy made her whimper with eagerness. Then, as the lust-inflamed rod of flesh wormed its way rapidly up into her yielding vagina, spreading her tender walls wide and searing her loins with wild jolts of pleasure. Lynette shuddered and slammed her hips back to clasp the thick penis fiercely in her silken cunt, flexing the walls on its hardness with deep lascivious groans of happiness.
"Soo tight. . . . beautiful cunt!" Pahlevi gasped behind her, stroking her voluptuously flaring hips in his powerful hands.
Her lips still poised uncertainly above the other Arab's gigantic shaft and Lynette squirmed her bursting cunt gently on Pahlevi's stationary rod, blissful waves of excitement shooting through her loins. Without understanding why, she felt a sudden intense happiness, as if she belonged in this lewd place with its mass of rolling, thrashing bodies and sharp cries of depravity, its wild aura of hot, utterly wanton sex. The inexperienced young blonde felt as if it were perfectly logical and proper to be hunched over the arm of a chair while a complete stranger rammed his lust-bloated cock deep into her tingling pussy and grunted vulgar praise as he fucked her dog fashion while she stared with spine-tingling excitement at the longest thickest cock she'd ever seen, knowing she would soon have to plunge it in her mouth.
It was all perfect, every shocking,' thrilling detail, all planned by some masterly unseen hand. It was wonderful in its sinfulness, like a paradise she'd never expected to enter, but she felt to the core of her sole she belonged to here, and every fierce ounce of resistance she fought it with was wasted, a tiny breath in a hurricane of magnificent lust.
At that moment, Lynette shuddered with complete submission to her shrouded destiny, bowed with inevitability to her path and she opened her lips wide and seized the mammoth penis beneath, almost choking on its unnaturally thick mass in her frenzied hunger.
Simultaneously, the hotly throbbing shaft in her clasping cunt slit drew back with delicious friction and began lunging to a rhythmic tempo, stroking in her tight fiery cunt like a boiling piston, sending shudders of rapture racing through Lynette's aching loins.
Moaning deeply in her growing abandon, the feverish blonde clutched the trunk of Sudel's colossal hardness in her hand and began jerking its swollen flesh rapidly, at the same time thrashing her hips backward as Pahlevi's blunt, bulbous cock-head began to batter her cuntal flesh mercilessly, his momentum increasing with his loud groans.
"Fuck ... oh.... god ... too tight... . good cunt," he panted, his thumb exploring her rubbery little asshole.
The blood sang in Lynette's ears as she gloried in the dual sensations of being fucked in the mouth and the cunt at the same time. She loved it! She slid her lips faster and harder on the lewdly impaling rod in her mouth, deliberately punishing the back of her throat with the Arab's hard rubbery crown, her free hand fumbling at his hair-covered loins to find his scrotum so she could squeeze his testicles and fire him to a climax between her pinkly ovalled lips.
Sudel had gripped her dangling breasts in his meaty hands and now rubbed and pinched and bounced the tawny flesh in his fingers while Lynette tried feverishly to ram his entire swollen member into her mouth with painful results. And, all the while her passion soared to delirious heights with her total surrender as she swung her buttocks urgently up and down, then from side to side . to vary the pressure of Pahlevi's hard-pumping shaft against her fiery cuntal walls.
But even those bursting waves of excitement were unable to cope with her rising lust. She wished it were Sudel's larger member battering her fiercely tingling cunt instead of her mouth, and the thought prodded her to jerk her ass-cheeks back savagely to grip Pahlevi's quivering rod to the hilt, her pussy lips grinding against his hairy loins for a moment as she squeezed her slippery walls on his lust-hardened flesh to kindle molten ripples of ecstasy through her thoroughly aroused cunt.
"Made to fuck," Pahlevi panted beneath the assault of writhing, madly clasping vaginal wetness.
His words acted like a catalyst in Lynette's fevered mind, and she felt a blazing moment of truth that flooded her wildly trembling body with freedom and sheer exultation. She wriggled her fiery cunt in a new frenzy on his pistoning cock and, at the same moment, rammed her mouth down with convulsive desire on the other Arab's immense prick and pumped his cum-bloated balls joyously in her hand, rewarded with a violent hot surge of power.
Made to fuck! That's it! I've avoided the truth all this time and now I know that it's true! This is what I was born for?
Her flash of awareness fired an explosive orgasm in her loins and the thrashing moaning blonde tried desperately and futilely at the same time to suck the burning libations from both of the wildly quivering penises that impaled her helpless body as the burning rapture spread from her hotly spewing cuntal depths to sweep over her quaking body in deliciously torment currents. Every vivid detail stung her mind at the moment of truth and hundreds of blissful images assailed her new consciousness at once ... the strong odor of cologne and male perspiration from the loins beneath her face; the harmless and yet wonderfully exciting feel of the Arab's semen-inflated balls cradled in her palm. The sharp, almost excruciating pleasure he inflicted on her swollen breasts and nipples while she tried to devour his impossibly huge cock to the hilt, gagging with lewd joy in the process and the acute, deeply exciting friction in her lewdly skewered cuntal slit as Lynette rode her pussy-flesh on Pahlevi's bursting cock with ecstatic fury.
She was loving the feel of his soft hairy balls slapping her warmly seeping pussy, and his fingers digging harshly into her shuddering ass-cheeks, her whimpers mingling with their panting male grunts. And her new awareness welcomed the chorus of moans and reveling cries in the crowded, dimly lit living room, a background symphony of lust that reminded her that new sexual adventures were almost within arm's reach once she'd sated her fiery cunt and lips on the two Arab ... a thrill variety of gorged penises and young succulent cunts she yearned to explore, hairy male loins she could fondle and lick and the slippery young cunts she could finger and tongue fuck with her new sense of exhilarating wantonness.
Her entire trembling young body by now felt like one raw, nerve end that craved any shattering new sensation, painful or thrilling, punishing or deeply gratifying, just so long as it evoked the feeling of sexual aliveness after the rigidity of her previous life.
"Harder, harder," the Arab crooned when Lynette drew her lips back to sink her teeth gently into his hammering knob and swirl her tongue around and around its hot-blooded hardness, her hand still imploring his cum with rapid strokes on his massive shaft. The urge to wrench her buttocks from Pahlevi's control and slam her pussy down on the Arab's monstrous cock, to feel it tearing her vaginal walls and bettering her cervix, assailed her delirious mind, but, at that moment, a jarring fresh experience tore through her anal passage as Pahlevi unexpectedly plunged his thumb deep and hard into her unprotected little anus. Lynette instantly screamed in her throat and clamped on the harsh invader with her sphincter muscles in an automatic reflex, her cunt muscles contracting in turn. But the painful burning pressure intensified as Pahlevi wriggled the thumb in her tight nether passage and stroked his rod savagely at the same time into her drenched, bliss-torn cunt, the doubled friction almost more than the young blonde could endure.
Now all three sensitive orifices in her body were pierced and Lynette felt joyously helpless, ripples of pleasure/pain jolting through her hot body. Quickly, without even thinking about it or trying to conceal it, Lynette jerked her fingers from the Arab's balls and wedged them between her belly and the arm of the chair, groping in delirium for her clitoris. She found the sensitively quivering bud with a fingertip and rubbed it urgently to make her soft body throb with a new crescendo of ecstasy, whipping her head from side to side and whimpering around the Arab's long thick penis, her blonde hair dancing on his lap and her sucking cunt and impaled asshole lurching in the opposite direction in a lewd counter momentum.
Just as the searing wave of another blazing orgasm began to rack her body, Pahlevi abruptly tore his thumb and penis out of her cunt and asshole at the same shattering second. Lynette wailed a protest, muffled by the choking hard shaft in her mouth, and she squirmed her buttocks back frantically to probe for Pahlevi's lust-quenching cock, writhing her voluptuous buttocks in a feverish plea.
Then she felt something hot and hard and rubbery pressing against her tiny anus, only a tentative nudge, but she whimpered with relief. Already she'd thrust two of her own fingers deep into her hungering pussy and lunged on that while the rough hands behind her spread her trembling ass-cheeks apart. The throbbing hot pressure on her anus increased only a fraction for a moment, and then an agonizing bolt of fire tore through her buttocks in a sheet of flaming pain.
"Nnnnngggg!" Pahlevi grunted happily behind her, holding his aching cock steady in her wildly protest asshole while she squirmed in futile anguish.
Still breathless beneath the fiery pain, Lynette jerked her mouth away from the massive cock beneath her and tried to scream as the painfully throbbing mass in her tiny rectal passage shot currents of pure white-hot agony through her buttocks that spread to every jarring nerve in her lush body. A feeble sob gurgled from her throat, and in desperation she began to claw the Arab's hard belly with her fingernails, knowing that each spasm of her anus as it contracted in pain only increased the torture, but unable to control her convulsive attempts to escape the bursting invader.
She felt her raking hands being firmly grabbed and in a frenzy to vent her anguish, she slammed her mouth down to the Arab's belly and sank her teeth into the flesh, hearing his gasp of pain with only a shred of guilt. She felt as if her loins were being ripped in two by a red-hot smoldering poker, but to her horror she discovered that was only a prelude. Suddenly, Pahlevi drew back until only his blood-swollen cock head pulsed in her boiling rectum. And then he pistoned forward with brutal force until his heavy rod of flesh was sunk to the hilt between her helplessly clenching buttocks, exploding new sheets of fire in her tiny anal ring.
Meanwhile, Veronica was in superb form as she twined her ankles around a grunting customer's waist and slid down on his primed rod with her eager succulent cunt, beginning her strenuous routine with a dazzling series of gyrations, her buttocks rotating in wide circles at first, then switching abruptly to a sharp back and forth jerking, then a side-to-side shimmying that left her dazed partner gasping obscene praise in her ear as her burning slit hugged and shuddered and thrilled him.
All during her feverish performance, Veronica's glittering eyes never left her own ripe body, loving the way her taut-nippled mounds bounced and swayed in time to her sensuous sex-dance, watching his thick hardness glisten with her cunt juice as she swallowed it in her depths and then rode up the flesh trunk, pulling her belly back so she could clearly see herself rubbing her pink engorged clit.
And then his gushing sperm flooded her violently sucking pussy leaving her loins dripping and her blood seething with unexplained frustration. Panting furiously, Veronica dismounted the man and quickly got herself a drink, tossing it down hastily as a refresher. Then she whirled on her heel and her eyes darted around the room until she spotted one of the other girls lolling back on the carpet her pear-shaped mounds panting with fatigue as her limply hung partner turned away from her to sag back on the floor.
Veronica stroke rapidly over to the girl and reached down to clutch her wrist. Without a word, she pulled the startled., girl and half-dragged her across the room over to a mirror.
"Go down on me," Veronica commanded in a icy voice.
Lynette was still aware of the vividly throbbing pain still shooting through her skewered anus in molten waves. Sudel held her head on level with his, grasping her chin in his hand and watching her calmly while he still cupped one of her silky breasts, pulling her dusky nipple gently.
Her lips could only issue soft whining sounds as Pahlevi's blood-engorged rod continued to plow into her narrow nether opening with relentless pressure. She'd never felt such intense pain in her life, far different fromsthe gentle anguish of his thumb and the lascivious, thrilling tingles of Veronica's wet tongue the night before. She tried to keep her ass-cheeks perfectly motionless but it was impossible not to contract her anus each time he drove deep into her burning slit, and simultaneously slapped her buttocks with panting glee.
Sudel suddenly spoke up. "Pahlevi we make deal... we both fuck blonde at same time . . . get her down on floor so I can cum in tight cunt!"
"Okay," Pahlevi groaned, pausing in his stroking with half his turgid cock piercing her raging hot rectum. He leaned down over Lynette's back to grasp her armpits and she felt herself slowly being lifted upright while he crouched slightly to keep her ass-cheeks tightly skewered. The nerve-racking pressure eased slightly as he held her up by his powerful arms. The teenaged blonde felt herself being carried back a few steps and then he was easing both their bodies cautiously down, Lynette's legs folding to a squat inside his thighs, the acute agony in her buttocks lessening rapidly as she grew more accustomed to the pokerlike intrusion. Pahlevi thumped down heavily on the floor with a grunt, pulling Lynette down on top of him as he lay back with a deep sigh, his hands rushing to clutch her tawny desire-swollen breasts, his prick once more crushing her rectum to the hilt.
The first faint tingle of pleasure began to ease the hot pain as Lynette writhed very gently, testing her agony with sobs and discovering that just as Veronica's hot lashing tongue had brought her sensitive anus a lascivious joy, it might be possible feel the same lewd rapture once her rectum became familiarized with the gross difference in size. Then she saw the slender Arab looming high above her, his eyes burning on her parted cunt lips, his penis more grotesque than ever as it posed obscenely and unnaturally huge against his slim frame.
Lynette's earlier lust, caused by the wildly thrilling penetration of her eager pussy and greedily sucking mouth at the same time, had been temporarily lost during the excruciating penetration of her asshole. Now the prospect of being plundered by that enormous cock sent a shiver of alarm through her, and her tight pussy automatically contracted as if it could prevent such a brutal entry. It was one thing to fantasize about being torn in two while she was madly aroused, but it was quite another to see his glistening mammoth pole hovering in readiness. She dug her heels into the carpet and slid back in a reflex action and instantly a soft scream of pain rolled from her lips as the long thick shaft already deep inside her asshole throbbed and swelled even large.
"Move around more," Pahlevi urged, rocking from side to side beneath his trembling partner to intensify her feeling. His fingers crushed her satiny breasts together and his tongue lapped coarsely at the smooth white flesh of her shoulder while Lynette held her breath and the
Arab knelt between both their splayed legs and gently rubbed his fingers on her pulsing cunt flesh, spreading her juices over the slit liberally, then transferring the wetness to the crown of his enormous bloated cock.
He knelt forward over Lynette's helplessly splayed body, easing his weight down on her, and Pahlevi quickly removed his hands from her breasts and slid them down to her plump hips, pummeling the flesh there with lecherous fingers. She stared up at the Arab's swarthy grinning face with wide, apprehensive eyes as he gripped the thick hairy base of his cock in one hand to guide it in. The huge knob rotated against her hot flesh for a few moments, moistening further, sending shudders of panic and yet undeniable sexual hunger racing through the moaning young blonde.
And then, with a gentle thrust of his pelvis, Sudel wormed the huge bloated head of his cock into her trembling cunt with a long, satisfied groan and a tenderness that surprised and delighted Lynette. She sucked in her breath and spread her thighs wider, placing Tier fingers delicately on his small buttocks. He pulled back an inch and then lunged again, his thick blood-bloated member forcing her slippery cuntal walls savagely aside, this time evoking a sharp cry from the shaking teenager.
"Fuck into her," Pahlevi groaned beneath Lynette. "Make her move her ass around."
Instead, the other Arab craned his head down so he could suck on one of Lynette's ripe breasts, biting the fat nipple gently to make her groan with desire. But it was only a thirty-second respite and then he was thrusting his hips again, ramming his immense prick deeper into her throbbing slit, each lunge triggering sharp stabs of both pain and pleasure in her narrow pussy. . By now the intense bursting pressure in the girl's stinging asshole had become a dull ache mingled with a peculiar wave of excitement as both burning cocks began to gorge her with shattering fullness, as Lynette spread her drawn-up legs even wider and made wanton sounds of lust. Only a thin membrane separated the two hotly pulsing male members, and with each grind, of the Arab's pelvis, she contracted her cunt and anal muscles simultaneously, yielding more of both channels to both men. The burning ripples of ecstasy were growing wilder as her pain became fused with her pleasure, and then began to fade under the breath-taking power of the Arab's thickly pumping shaft. Her silken cunt flesh opened wider and began to suck loudly each time he drew back and her groans of excitement became sharper as his massive hardness recreated an intensely delicious friction in her walls.
Her passion had begun to erupt swiftly and violently once more as the jolting surges in her lust-heated pussy spread quickly to her skewered rectum, until she began to crave more of the battering fullness in both tunnels and began to rock and grind between the two crushing bodies with devilish eagerness.
"Fuck me," she sobbed slapping one Arab's ass-cheeks in a growing frenzy. "Both of you ... fuck me. .. fuck me .. . give me all your fat pricks... shove them in my holes.... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Every inch of her honey-soft body was torn by shattering barbs of fire as the gasping Arab stroked deeper into her fiery cunt, striving for the hilt while the groaning man beneath Lynette jerked his hips up powerfully each time the Arab pulled back, so that the explosive bursting in her cunt and asshole made her quiver with frantic excitement. She sank her teeth into the Arab's shoulder to inflict tiny savage bits, her hands darting madly from his sweating buttocks back to Pahlevi's lunging hips, clawing each in turn. Her trapped thrashing body felt like a single mass of raw flesh, arching and twisting with ecstatic torture as the dual hammering increased in fury and intensity, all three of them now striving to cum.
"Fuck me in half!" Lynette screamed, her smooth face contorted like a mask of depraved lust.
"Ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngg!" the Arab panted above her, squiizing her swollen breasts fiercely in his hands and ramming his quivering cock with all his might into her wildly hugging cunt.
"Meeeee . .. toooooooooooooo," Pahlevi groaned, never slowing his wild, panting thrusts up between the blonde girl's whitely bucking ass-cheeks.
Lynette swiftly wrapped her legs around his waist and was carried up to meet his exploding rod of flesh by the furious lunges of Pahlevi, who was biting the nape of her neck and groaing obscenely behind her as her boiling rectum squirmed convulsively on his lust-thickened erection.
"Jesus... I'm full of cocks and now I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" Lynette screamed, as the Arab's cock suddenly erupted its flaming semen deep in her feverishly clasping pussy, each spurting wave sparking an explosive new torrent of ecstasy in the blonde's desire-crazed loins, her lewdly impaled rectum and cunt now a volcano of furiously grinding bliss. Her shuddering buttocks quickly kindled Pahlevi's climax, and her fiery madly sucking anus slid up and down on his gushing prick with renewed fervor as the hot stream spattered and stung her belly seconds after the blazing eruption in her cunt.
Pahlevi began moaning in his native tongue as his body jerked out of control.
A minute later, Lynette whined protestingly as she felt the hard flesh in her rippling cunt sag as the deliciously nerve-shattering pressure in her rectum dwindled to a faint throb in spite of her frantic muscular contractions on both penises.
"No . .. not yet!" she sobbed, clutching at the Arab's hips as he rolled off her soft, twitching body with great heaving gasps and collapsed on the carpet beside her and Pahlevi. Then she felt Pahlevi trying to push her off by the waist, and she slammed her ass down crushingly in a final desperate attempt to stay impaled to prolong the wonderful torment churning in her bov/els, but he lifted her off violently and pushed her aside, his deep groans a counter-point to the Arab's gasps and Lynette's whimpering pleas.
She lay face down on the carpet, still stunned by the double impact of her orgasm still flexing her dripping cunt and anus in a delirious attempt to recapture the vivid tearing joy.
The two Arabs took to chattering away in their own language and the way they nodded towards her Lynette knew they were discussing her fabulous fucking talents. She couldn't help feeling a warm thrill of pride at their vulgar praise and the idea that they believed she was a professional fuck. She realized her loins were still surging, still craving the beautiful agonizing pressure in both her tingling openings. Slowly, her breasts heaving voluptuously, she rose from the floor and her eyes darted hungrily around the room. Couples were still locked together in a variety of obscene positions, but she couldn't find a free male, noting that another girl was trapped between two men the way she'd just been, all three of them rolling lewdly about on the floor. Then she spotted a girl going down on her partner, her lush white ass-cheeks jutting out with her legs folded under her as she sucked his turgid cock to a leisurely rhythm, Lynette started toward the girl, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she remembered the delicious taste of Veronica's slippery pink pussy.
Only until a man is free, she promised herself.
Hungrily she fell to her knees behind the moaning girl and put her hands on her soft hot ass cheeks, stroking them lovingly, feeling the girl stiffen slightly in surprise, then wriggle her buttocks obscenely in a depraved invitation. With a deep groan of anticipation, the teenaged blonde kissed and bit each fully rounded cheek in turn before she buried her face in the girl's soft nether crevice, her nose pressed to the tiny puckered anus and her tongue lashing out at the hair-fringed cuntal split beneath, while her fingers hurried to find her own silken, aching pussy....
Later, much later, Lynette remembered dimly offering her lips and tongue and cunt and asshole to anyone and everyone, male and female. Her pussy was chafed and raw, her asshole felt as if it had been through an assembly line of gorged, pistoning cocks and her mouth tingled with the aftertaste of thick cum, but still the hammering in her loins continued to ache insatiably with a savage will of its own, like a crazed, vibrant lust machine that couldn't be turned off.
Lynette had finally found the career to which she was most suited and intended to make the most of it.
