The two chorus line kickers, long-legged dancer types, were naked in the alley-and they were going to beat the motherfucking shit out of each other.
The blonde threw a swift right hand at the redhead who failed to duck in time. The punch caught her on the tip of her nose, busted the nose.
Blood began to pour down the redhead's face, who retaliated by scratching brutally at the other girl's face clawing red lines of blood across her cheek.
The blonde grabbed the redhead's nipple with her right thumb and forefinger and twisted like she was trying to twist it right off the tip of her tit.
"Asshole!"
"Scumsucker!"
"Twat!"
An audience had developed to watch the savage cunt fight!
Chapter One
Outside the Flamingo Theater in St. Louis, Missouri, two chorus line kickers were standing, in a dark, and damp alley, wearing their dance costumes-and that means they weren't wearing a hell of a lot at all.
They circled around each other.
"Scumbag."
"Cocksucker."
"Motherfucker."
"Asshole!"
They were both beautiful. They had long gorgeous legs and fine high breasts. One was the youngest girl in the dance troupe. The other was the oldest.
The youngest name was Roberta Jean. She was a striking girl, still a teenager really, with long blonde hair that rolled all the way down her back.
She looked precious and innocent, but at that moment she had experienced quite enough of the older one's shit and she was ready to kick ass.
"I'm going to kill you," Roberta Jean said.
"Oh, precious, I am going to eat you alive," Becky Lynn replied.
Becky Lynn had an advantage over Roberta Jean. Becky Lynn had been in experiences like this before. This was brand new for Roberta Jean.
Roberta Jean could feel her heart going pitty-pat, pitty-pat, and she began to think. How the hell did she get in this mess? What was she mad at?
That's right, it was over Mr. Cunningham-who had been Becky Lynn's boyfriend until Roberta Jean started fucking him and sucking his cock, .s It had to do with sex.
Sweet sex.
Roberta Jean, just then, felt a part of her drifting away. She found herself in a different time and place, into a more innocent past-not that long before.
Ever since Roberta Jean's parents had been killed in that horrible plane crash-burned beyond recognition the both of them, the story went-the little girl had been living with her Aunt Samantha.
The Aunt was a dyke-a lesbian that is, but no one knew that when she told the court that she would be more than happy to be the teenaged girl's legal guardian.
The woman did not take long to seduce the girl, the daughter of her dead sister.
"You have a beautiful body, Roberta Jean," the woman said.
"Thank you."
"Such long legs."
"I want to be a dancer."
"In New York?"
"Yes."
"I have a feeling that you will succeed," the woman said.
Aunt Samantha looked the girl in the eyes and the younger female could tell that she was going to be kissed passionately..
They were naked and they were on the bed. A scent of lust filled the air. The two of them at that moment were in the bedroom of the older woman's house. The girl had a room of her own but the aunt had no intention of letting her use it much. Her
intention from the very beginning had been to get the little girl to sleep with her.
Til bet you have a lot of boyfriends, huh?" the woman said.
"No," the girl said, shaking her head from side to side.
"How come?"
"Daddy didn't let me date. Now I am scared to," she said. "Why?"
"I am afraid that I will not know what to do," the girl said. "I will teach you." "You? How?"
'Take off your clothes for me. I will teach you how to feel like a sexual animal." "All right."
The girl had drunk a few glasses of wine and her inhibitions were low. She had also taken a Valium that had been prescribed to her after the folks when down in a fireball over Kansas City.
The lights were low and there was an ambiance of sex there on the bed. About this time the girl could feel herself getting very horny. She could feel the hot blood of her feminine passion pumping downward in her body.
Roberta Jean could tell that each and every drop of that blood was headed for the same spot. She could tell it was all heading for the pink delta between her thighs.
Roberta Jean could feel her pussy growing swollen. Both her inner and outer cunt lips were growing steadily larger.
Roberta Jean could tell that it was not going to be long before her poontang was as swollen as it could possibly get. She could tell that soon her cunt was going to be thoroughly engorged by the hot blood.
"Baby-"
"Ohhhhhhhh-"
"So hot."
"Yes."
"So very hot." "Me too."
Roberta Jean could feel her pussy growing moist also. She could feel the little glands inside her pussy starting to secrete their natural lubrication.
Roberta Jean thought it felt like the inner walls of her poontang were sweating at that moment. Soon she would be more than moist. Roberta Jean knew that soon she was going to soaking wet down there between her fine thighs because of the lesbian passion that burned her innocent loins.
"I'm getting hotter."
"Good."
"The tension-"
"Yes?"
"The tension is mounting."
"Excellent."
Roberta Jean could feel her clitoris growing larger-just like the rest of the mucous membranes down there between the girl's legs.
Roberta Jean could feel her love button growing so large that it was pushing out from under its fleshy sheath..
The pink bulb poked out from underneath the hood that usually all but covered it.
Roberta Jean could tell that it would not be long before her clitoris just like the rest of her cunt- would be as swollen as it could possibly get.
Roberta Jean could feel her naturally secreted lubrication pooling at the mouth of her primary fuck hole.
The juice was accumulating at the base of the girl's poontang gash, in between the girl's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
Back in the present, Becky Lynn and Roberta Jean were still circling each other in the alley. They both had wildly flaring nostrils.
Some of the other dancers in the troupe had gathered outside the theater in the alley to watch the fight between Roberta Jean and Becky Lynn.
Some took bets.
"I have an idea, to make this more interesting,"
Becky Lynn said. "What?" Roberta Jean asked. "I say we fight naked." "Naked?" "Yes." "Why?"
"That way we don't ruin out costumes. We have a job, you know."
"I don't think you are going to be needing your costume any longer."
"No?"
"Nope."
"How come?"
"Because I am going to kill you right now," Roberta Jean said.
And it was Roberta Jean who got the hot fight action started.
"YEA!" went up a roar from the crowd as Roberta Jean charged and got Becky Lynn into a headlock. Becky Lynn successfully managed to push the blonde away.
"I said naked," Becky Lynn said.
Becky Lynn took off all of her clothes.
"If that's the way you want it," Roberta Jean said.
Roberta Jean got naked too.
And Roberta Jean's mind again drifted into the past. She was with her aunt, feeling her horniness grow.
The preciously beautiful little girl could tell that it was not going to be long before the natural lubrication dribbled right out of her poontang gash. She could tell that soon her cunt was going to drool.
Roberta Jean could feel the flesh between her legs starting to crawl around bizarrely, as if it had suddenly and magically developed a life of its own. She could feel her love button growing so swollen that soon it would feel as if it were about to explode-or maybe come popping right out of its nest at the top of her cunt gash-because of the extraordinarily acute internal pressure she was experiencing down there. Yeah, the little man in the boat at the top of the girl's cunt wanted to come popping right out of there so that he could go rolling around like a pink pea on the bed.
"Do you know what, auntie?"
"What's that precious?"
"I didn't know."
"Didn't know what?"
"I didn't know it was possible to get this hot," Roberta Jean said.
Roberta Jean found that it was next to impossible for her to keep her hips still, so she stopped trying.
Roberta Jean began to rock the weight of her preciously round lower torso back and forth rhythmically, shifting the weight from her right buttock to her left buttock and then back to the right cheek of her fine ass once again.
Roberta Jean began to squirm on the bed. She began to gyrate. If she had been wearing pants it would have looked as if there were ants in them.
Aunt Samantha moved her beautiful face toward the girl's face, and the girl could tell that she was going to be kissed, that she was going to be kissed lustfully by the woman.
Aunt Samantha moved her face toward her as if she were moving in slow motion.
Roberta Jean imagined that there was soft romantic music playing in the background. If this had been a film there would have been petroleum jelly smeared all around the outer edges of the lens.
They moved toward one another so slowly that they both had time to run the tip of their tongues back and forth across their lips to moisten them.
Aunt Samantha paused when her lips were so close to the girl's lips that the girl could feel the woman's hot moist breath on her tingling and sexually anxious mouth.
"Precious?"
"Yes, auntie?"
"Beg."
"Please kiss me." "More-"
"Pretty please kiss me." "More."
"Pretty please with sugar on it kiss me," Roberta Jean said. Then they kissed.
The kiss was very gentle at first. It showed a wonderful restraint on both of their parts.
Back in the future Roberta Jean and Becky Lynn were still circling each other, only now there was a difference.
Now they were both every bit as naked as they had been on the day they had been born, except now their boobs were jiggling.
There were some of the women in the chorus line with lesbian inclinations watching this action, and they were getting hot too.
Once again it was Roberta Jean who initiated the action.
"Scum sucker," Roberta Jean said.
"Asshole," Becky Lynn said.
"Ass wipe."
'Toe jam."
"FATHER sucker!"
"You bitch!"
"The truth hurts, huh?"
Roberta Jean had Becky Lynn's skull crunched right against the crotch of her inner elbow. She was squeezing very hard.
"Hurt?" "Yes." "Hurt?" "YES!" "Hurt?" "OH GOD!" "Say it." "Fuck you." "SAY IT!" "No fucking way!" "SAY UNCLE!" "I won't!"
In Roberta Jean's mind she and her aunt were kissing for the very first time. Roberta Jean thought it was nice. Oh, honey, it was paradise. They were very sensuous at first. -
They rubbed their lips together lightly, getting to know the territory a little bit before getting deeper into the kiss.
They writhed their lips together for a while and they kissed with their lips alone.
The French aspect of this oral embrace did not come until later. Not much later.
Then, as if the pair had rehearsed the kiss a thousand times, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same time.
They knew.
They touched the tips of their tongues together. They each could feel a shiver of lesbian pleasure rolling up and down the entire lengths of their spines.
It was a wonderful feeling that they were sharing, both naked, there on the bed.
Aunt Samantha had the girl pushed onto her back on the bed and was mounting her so that they were kissing with their nipples and with their mouths contemporaneously.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Aunt Samantha now kissed the girl's mouth so hard that the girl could feel her lips getting pressed hard back against her teeth and gums.
They began to thoroughly explore the insides of each other's mouths with their tongues.
The girl could feel her sense of time and space being altered now by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing, so that everything took on a dream-like quality.
Aunt Samantha pushed the tip of her tongue up to the top of the girl's mouth and she licked at the roof of the girl's mouth.
The girl then used the tip of her pink tongue to press here and there against the mucous membranes at the insides of the woman's cheeks.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Aunt Samantha then pushed the tip of her tongue underneath the girl's tongue and in this manner stimulated the girl's salivary gland even more than it was already stimulated.
This, as you might imagine, made the girl drool spittle over her lower lip down onto her chin.
That first soulful lesbian kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through.
Aunt Samantha then moved her mouth to the side of the girl's fine neck.
Aunt Samantha began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of the girl's neck, up and down the entire length, concentrating her attention on the girl's jugular vein.
Aunt Samantha nipped at the side of the girl's neck so hard that she made it hurt a little bit.
"Ow."
"Hush."
"Ummmmmm."
"That's better."
The way she concentrated on the jugular vein and all made her seem, as far as the girl was concerned, a hell of a lot like a human vampire.
Aunt Samantha bit rather hard at the side of the girl's neck and her jugular vein on a couple of occasions but she did not allow her teeth to stay in one place for long enough to risk leaving any lasting marks.
Aunt Samantha correctly assumed that it would be most uncool to give the girl a hickey on the side of the girl's neck.
Roberta Jean found that the combination of pleasure and pain caused by the biting to the side of her neck was nice, in a strange sexy kind of way that she did not previously know existed.
Once again Roberta Jean's mind snapped back into the present. Becky Lynn MADE Roberta Jean's mind snap back into the present. The older woman did this by balling up her fist so tightly that the knuckles whitened and squeezing it as hard as she could into Roberta Jean. Into Roberta Jean's breadbasket to be precise. Becky Lynn struck Roberta Jean's tummy so hard that she knocked all of the wind out of her. This managed to break the hold. There was no way in hell that Roberta Jean was going to success-fully manage to maintain a head lock when she couldn't even breathe.
Roberta Jean's lungs burned because she had gotten the wind knocked out of her. Roberta Jean folded over sharply at the waist so that she was bent at a ninety-degree angle.
There was as expression of absolute agony on Roberta Jean's preciously beautiful face from the savage blow Becky Lynn's right fist had delivered
Becky Lynn was not the sort of woman to give up on an advantage when she had one. She quickly kicked out with her right foot.
Becky Lynn tripped Roberta Jean, so that Roberta Jean fell down onto the alley pavement on her bare ass. The pavement was wet. Cold.
"Cunt!"
"Asshole!"
The crowd that had gathered loved to hear the two cunt fighters call each other names.
Becky Lynn moved quick like a cat. She lowered herself down onto the pavement herself and crossed her ankles around the far side of Roberta Jean's head.
The scissors hold.
Becky Lynn began to put on the squeeze with her legs and now it was the pretty blonde teenager's opportunity to feel like her skull was about to be crushed.
After making her tongue tip as pointy as possible at the tip, the woman began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the girl's fleshy and dangling eariobe.
Aunt Samantha then used the tip of her tongue, keeping it as pointy as ever, to lick lightly at the outer shell of the girl's ear-and the girl found that she liked this a hell of a lot more than she thought she was going to.
Aunt Samantha then did something that the girl did not expect, something that the girl could not have anticipated in a million years.
"OH!" Roberta Jean said.
Aunt Samantha suddenly stiffened her tongue and plunged it right into the ear, down into the inner ear, not stopping until she tasted the bitterness of ear wax on the tip of her tongue.
Roberta Jean's ("OH MY!") reaction was violent.
She shivered so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when she thought she was going to shake herself right out of her skin. She could feel the entire surface area of her body being covered with gooseflesh.
"OH" Roberta Jean said.
"UBBBBBBB!" Roberta Jean's auntie said.
Roberta Jean could feel the gooseflesh starting beneath her arms and then spreading outward from there in ever-increasing concentric circles until she was enveloped by it.
Roberta Jean could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end, each hair follicle being supported by its very own goose bump.
Aunt Samantha pulled her tongue out of the girl's ear and then used her hand to turn the girl's face the other way so that she could repeat the oral pleasuring process with the other side of the girl's neck and her other ear.
Aunt Samantha kissed at the front of the girl's fine throat and then at the top of her chest.
The girl's breasts felt hot. Her nipples were hard and she could tell that they were sensitive to the touch.
Roberta Jean could feel her nipples throbbing. The thought of having her nipples touched by the woman's fingers or maybe even by her mouth made the girl squirm on the bed even more than before.
Just then the girl could feel the natural lubrication that had been gathering at the base of her cunt gash finally start to drip out.
She could feel that juice rolling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of her cunt and her asshole.
Roberta Jean could feel the natural lubrication rolling over her asshole itself at that point-and she could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before she started to make a wet spot on the bed.
Aunt Samantha began to kiss at the girl's left tit exclusively at first. She played with the girl's right tit with her hand. In a moment she would alternate. She certainly wanted to be fair with her young lover. Aunt Samantha wanted to make this a wonderful sexual moment for the girl, a moment that the girl would want to remember for the rest of her life.
It was back in the present now, and Roberta Jean still felt as if her skull were about to be crushed by Becky Lynn and her scissors lock.
Roberta Jean did not know everything but she had watched enough college grappling on television to know the basic holds and the methods to use to get out of them.
She knew that her television knowledge of collegiate grappling was not going to get her that far, but it was going to be helpful.
Roberta Jean was not being that naive at that moment. She knew that she was going to have to do some ad libbing before the fight with Becky Lynn was through.
It was Aunt Samantha's turn to moan. The woman began to kiss at the girl's let tit from the base of the mountain upward, spiralling up from the bottom toward the tip in a series of continuously diminishing concentric circles, arranging each oral caress to the girl's mammary tissue so that it was a little bit closer to the girl's nipple than the one before.
Aunt Samantha took her time about it but she finally got her mouth to the spot on the girl's tit where the girl wanted to be touched most of all.
The nipple.
That was it. Roberta Jean reached out with a bare foot-how glad she was that they had gotten naked-and she managed to get Becky Lynn's right nipple between the first and second toe on her right foot.
She twisted. Hard.
"Owwwwwwww!" Becky Lynn screamed.
The move worked, Roberta Jean was pleased to find, and Becky Lynn wad forced to break the scissors hold. It was a good thing too. Roberta Jean had been ready to hear the cracking of her skull.
Chapter Two
Even thought there was a pain in Roberta Jean's head, she still felt her brain drifting back, back, back.
She found herself thinking more and more now about her aunt and her sexual initiation. All of this was her fault.
Roberta Jean did not mean fault, exactly. Roberta Jean was not sure what the hell she meant, to tell the truth.
The girl knew that some how it was her libido that had gotten her to this point, and now she sought out the origins of that hyperactive libido-and for that she had to think about Aunt Samantha.
Aunt Samantha, in Roberta Jean's mind, kissed the girl's left nipple and was pleased when she could actually feel the feminine erection growing larger against her pruriently sensitized oral labia.
At that moment Aunt Samantha and Roberta Jean were on the edge of a town known as Painted Post, Pennsylvania-it was no more than a crossroads, really, not far from the source of the Genesee River, not far from the Pennsylvania-New York border.
It was a diminutive community, the sort of place where all of the houses are painted white and they all have the exact same shade of green trim.
It is the sort of place where a sex scandal means you have to move to a new town, and chances are the whispering will start at the new town as well before long, so the woman had always had to be really discreet when it came to her lesbian activities.
That was why it was so wonderful having a lover who lived right there under the same roof with her with legal cause. It was perfect.
The woman could not believe the extent of her good fortune.
The town of Painted Post was situated, to be precise, right at the spot where the Genesee River meets the Red Creek, called the Red Creek because it flowed red with the blood of union soldiers during the Civil War.
Back in the alley Roberta Jean decided to experiment with another movement she had seen while watching her television.
The back flip. She had seen back flips all the time on television-especially when she was watching spy programs.
It was a martial art, a Japanese martial art. Roberta Jean seemed to remember that it all had to do with leverage.
The idea, Roberta Jean recalled in her hurting brain, was to make Becky Lynn's weight work against her. Becky Lynn cooperated.
Becky Lynn came charging at the blonde teenager at that moment and Roberta Jean simply reached out and grabbed Becky Lynn's left wrist.
Roberta Jean turned her back.
Swung her arms.
Becky Lynn swung through the air. Crashed to the pavement.
Aunt Samantha brushed her lips back and forth across the nipple and then flicked outward with her tongue, dabbing at the nipple.
She rolled her tongue lazily over the nipple and then flicked back and forth across it with some authority.
Roberta Jean moaned with her pleasure. She had her eyes closed and she could feel the woman pinching at her right nipple with a thumb and forefinger.
Aunt Samantha seemed suddenly to possess the ability to read the girl's mind, or so it seemed to the younger female.
Roberta Jean had no sooner thought about how much she needed to have that nipple sucked, just like a little baby would suck at it, and she felt the woman doing that very thing to her.
Aunt Samantha kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times so that she was licking and sucking at the nipple at the same time. Aunt Samantha sucked as hard as she could, hollowing her cheeks deeply, creating an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity.
Then the woman did something that the girl did not expect once again. She began to bite the nipple.
"Ow."
Aunt Samantha bit it rather hard, so that the girl once again found herself experiencing a combination of pleasure and pain.
"Ow!"
Aunt Samantha began to tug at the nipple, holding the nipple clamped between her upper and lower teeth.
"Owr
"Grrrrr."
"OWWWWWWW."
"GRRRRRRRR!"
The woman began to make growling noises down in her throat, intrinsically animalistic growling noises.
Aunt Samantha pulled so hard at the nipple and made such frightening noises that she scared the living shit right out of the girl.
There was a frightening moment or two when the girl thought the woman was going to bite off her nipple-or maybe tug it off.
In present, in the dark and damp alley outside the Flamingo Theater, Becky Lynn came crashing down on the pavement so hard after Roberta Jean used some improvised martial arts on her that she was stunned.
Becky Lynn could see stars in her eyes.
Becky Lynn shook her head from side to side, however, and quickly shook the cobwebs out of her head. She rose to her feet.
Becky Lynn could tell that she was going to have a nasty bruise on her right hip. It hurt her as she rose to her feet, and she could tell that it was going to hurt her even more after she stiffened up. Becky Lynn really would kill that little cunt if she made her miss a fucking performance!
Aunt Samantha tugged so had at the girl's nipple with her upper and lower teeth that the skin all around the feminine erection was stretched taut, and the whole tit was made to look a good deal pointier than usual.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Roberta Jean had her eyes closed tightly during all of this, so tightly that her eyelashes were pressed against her high cheekbones. Premature crows feet formed at the corners of her eyes and she began to thrash her head from side to side as if she were saying "no" over and over again.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Roberta Jean had her lips stretched back across her front teeth at that moment in a tight grimace, and her back teeth, the molars, were clenched tightly together so that the muscles at the hinges of her jaw were protruding.
"GRRRRRRRR!"
Then the woman released her teeth's grip on the nipple and the nipple was allowed to snap back into place.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Roberta Jean said.
The breast was allowed at the same time to return to its normal shape.
"Good girl," the aunt said.
Roberta Jean sighed again.
Roberta Jean opened her eyes at that moment for the first time in what felt to her like an eternity.
Roberta Jean discovered that she couldn't see much of anything at all at first. Everything was a blur because her eyes had filled with tears while the woman tugged her nipple.
Roberta Jean blinked a couple of times and then looked at the nipple that had popped out of the woman's mouth. She moaned.
Roberta Jean was thoroughly astounded by what she saw at the tip of her tit. She was a little frightened by it, to tell the truth.
Roberta Jean could see that her nipple had grown, by far, larger than it had ever been before. It was an inch long.
"Cunt," Becky Lynn said. She tried to wipe the alley dirt off of her ass with her hands but that didn't work because her hands were covered with alley dirt too. Nearby a rat scampered. It could be heard but stayed in the shadows so that it could not be seen. "Pussy licker!" "Cunt sucker!" "Oooooh, I'm scared." "You ought to be." "Why?"
"Because I'm going to kill you," Becky Lynn said.
"You and what army?" Roberta Jean said.
"Snappy comeback."
"Thanks."
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck YOU!"
"I am going to break your motherfucking arm," Becky Lynn said.
With that, Becky Lynn grabbed Roberta Jean by the right wrist. She swung the blonde teenager around quite violently.
Becky Lynn, just then, wrapped Roberta Jean's arm behind her back. She pulled the arm up and twisted the arm.
"Owwwwwwww," Roberta Jean said.
"Say it."
"Fuck you."
"Say it!"
"NO!
"Say it!"
"NO!
There was sweat pouring down Roberta Jean's face and he desperately tried to think of a way to break this hold. Becky Lynn was bending one arm it was true-but the other arm was still quite free. But her upper body was weakened by the hold. She decided that she would use her free hand as a decoy while the real counter attack came from down below. Roberta Jean reached back and she grabbed herself a fist full of Becky Lynn's hair. Roberta Jean pulled very hard. While Becky Lynn was distracted by the pulling of her hair. Roberta Jean kicked her very hard right in the shin, and the surprise of the two attacks coming from two different directions successfully managed to break the wrist lock that Becky Lynn has on the tow-headed teen. .
In Aunt Samantha's bed: the girl was still flabbergasted by the sight of that nipple, the nipple that had just popped from Roberta Jean's first lover's hot mouth. Yes, the girl could see that her feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch from the rest of her tit. She couldn't help but wonder if her tit were going to look like that from that point on.
The nipple that had just popped out from between the woman's teeth was three times the size of the one that the woman had been pinching with her thumb and forefinger and that latter nipple would previously have been considered quite hard and erect.
The woman then began to kiss at the right tit.
Aunt Samantha began to pinch lightly with her thumb and forefinger at the inch-long nipple. She began to kiss and lick at the right tit, once again starting at the base of the mountain, spiralling her way upward toward the cherry at the top.
Aunt Samantha once gain went all the way from gingerly kissing and licking to harsh sucking and biting-and she did not stop until both of the girl's nipples were once again the same size.
They were both humungous.
The woman decided that it was time to play with the girl's tits with her hands. She positioned her hands over the girl's melon-like boobs.
Aunt Samantha cupped her palms and spread her fingers open so that she could hold as much of the girl's breast flesh at once as was possible.
Aunt Samantha then squeezed at the girl's jugs. She squeezed so hard that she puckered the flesh with her fingertips. Aunt Samantha then used her hands to move the girl's breasts in a series of slow and sensuous circles high on her chest.
Aunt Samantha had positioned her hands so that the huge nipples were throbbing-and throbbing hard-right against the precise centers of her palms.
Aunt Samantha pushed the girl's tits upward toward her collar bone and then pulled them downward toward the slightly protruding base to the girl's rib cage.
Aunt Samantha pulled the girl's melon-like tits apart so that the skin between them was stretched as taut as the skin covering the head of a drum.
Then the woman pushed the girl's boobs together so hard that the cleavage between them became incredibly long and deep.
Back in the alley Roberta Jean decided that she was once again going to go on the offensive.
"You think that you own Mr. Cunningham, don't you?" Roberta Jean asked the older woman.
"He's mine."
"You don't own him. He is no longer yours. He is mine," Roberta Jean said.
Becky Lynn was stung by this because she knew Roberta Jean's words were true. This was the reason that Becky Lynn had started picking on Roberta Jean in the first place. Beside, until recently Becky Lynn had always been the favorite with the fellows in the audiences. It had always been her that the men came backstage to see.
No more.
Now it was Roberta Jean.
But Becky Lynn had picked on Roberta Jean too much and now the molten lava was pouring from them both as they grappled and boxed in the alley, circling around and around. Some of the girls who were watching from "ringside" thought they could smell the scent of lust blending with the scent of anger as Becky Lynn and Roberta Jean went at it. Perhaps it was just their imagination. Perhaps not.
Aunt Samantha pressed Roberta Jean's tits together so firmly that those boobs were flattened on their insides.
The nipples were throbbing harder than ever against the centers of the woman's palms.
The woman released her grip on the girl's tits and lowered her beautiful face to the girl's flat tummy.
Aunt Samantha began to sensuous smooch at the girl's belly.
Then the woman stuck out her tongue and used its wet tip to trace a crooked and wet circle all the way around the girl's dimpled and concave bellybut-ton. It was once again time for the woman to do something that the girl could not have anticipated if she were given all eternity to think about it.
Aunt Samantha plunged the tip of her pointy and suddenly stiffened tongue right into the girl's concave bellybutton, something which the girl added to her list of things that felt a hell of a lot better than she thought they would.
Aunt Samantha kissed the girl's abdomen, the top of her mound.
Then she moved all the way down to the foot of the bed and he began to kiss at the girl's toes.
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going to suck your toes."
"I would not bother."
"Why not?"
"My feet are ticklish."
"Not now, they aren't."
"You turned off my ticklishness."
"That's right."
"How?"
"Magic."
'Tell me."
"No."
Aunt Samantha kissed at all ten of those toes one more time. 'Tickle?" "Nope." "See?"
"Tell me how you do it!" "No."
Roberta Jean was amazed that this did not tickle because she considered herself a young girl who had extremely ticklish feet. It did not occur to her until later that it was impossible for her central nervous system to be horny and ticklish simultaneously. Some sort of circuit breaker kicked in, she figured, so that one or the other was in effect, sort of like the way it was impossible for a man to piss and come at the same time.
Aunt Samantha sucked at each and every one of the girl's toes, all ten of them, one at a time, sucking longest of all, as one might expect, at the two big toes.
Roberta Jean came charging at Becky Lynn and leaped into the air. Becky Lynn was so shocked by what she was seeing that she did not have the proper time to react. In the long run, Roberta Jean realized at that moment, reaction time could be the determining factor in the bout. Because Roberta Jean and Becky Lynn were part of the same chorus line they were out of necessity physically similar. They were the same height, they weighed the same amount and they were in similar physical condition. The only thing that they differed in was reaction time. Roberta Jean, she felt at least, had the better reflexes. As Roberta Jean flew toward Becky Lynn feet first- with a savage flying drop kick, Becky Lynn did not have the reaction time to perform a martial arts move. As a matter of fact, if you really want to know the truth, Becky Lynn did not even have he time to get out of the way.
Aunt Samantha loved those chubby little toes. Aunt Samantha thought that Roberta Jean had the sweetest little toes she had ever kissed or sucked or licked.
Aunt Samantha had sucked and licked and kissed at a wide variety of toes in her day too so she had every right to consider herself an expert in the subject.
Aunt Samantha then kissed at the tops of the girl's dainty feet, and ran her lips all over the girl's finely turned ankles.
The woman lifted the girl's right leg slowly, very high up in the air, using two hands to lift it.
Roberta Jean pointed her toes at the ceiling and the woman flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the smooth and hypersensitive skin at the back of her knee. When done she repeated the process with the back of the girl's other knee.
Aunt Samantha then asked the girl to left both of her legs at the same time. She smiled as the girl obeyed and shifted the weight of her lower torso from the cheeks of her ass to the small of her back.
Roberta Jean pointed both big toes at the ceiling now, smart enough to know that the woman wanted her to keep her thighs parted.
Roberta Jean then tucked her knees down toward her chest so that she had rolled herself back up into a ball.
To complete the circuit, the girl reached up with her slender arms and gripped at her own trim ankles.
Roberta Jean gripped at her own finely-turned ankles until her knuckles turned white. She had rolled the cheeks of her ass up off the bed and up into the woman's beautiful face.
Aunt Samantha began to kiss and lick and bite at the backs of the girl's firm and supple thighs.
The woman started up near the girl's knees and then worked her way onward a fraction of an inch at a time toward the cheeks of her ass.
Aunt Samantha finally got her mouth onto those fanny cakes and she kissed them tenderly-and then she bit at them savagely. The woman bit so hard that she hurt the girl and there were several frightening moments when the girl thought the woman was going to break the skin.
Aunt Samantha did not break the skin but she did bite both of the girl's ass cheeks hard enough to leave semi-circles of red teeth marks.
Aunt Samantha then pulled her beautiful face away from the cheeks of the girl's ass and she began to rub at those fanny cakes with her fingertips.
Aunt Samantha used the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively to lightly caress at the ass cheeks, and then she used just the edges of her fingernails to lightly scratch at the flesh-all of which the girl thought felt very good indeed.
Aunt Samantha then used strong fingers to massage the cheeks of the girl's ass. She kneaded the flesh as if she were preparing two loaves of bread tor a stint in the baker's oven.
Aunt Samantha then turned her fingertips inward toward the crack of the girl's fine ass, and at the same time pushed her elbows outward so that they were pointing in opposite directions, at opposite walls of the bedroom.
Aunt Samantha then began to push the tips of her fingers inward, deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass, deeper and deeper into the cleavage between her ass cheeks, closer and closer to her asshole.
Aunt Samantha pushed inward with the tips of her fingers until the fingernails on her middle fingers were only about a tenth of an inch away from the girl's rectum on either side.
It was Becky Lynn's turn to be glad that they were naked. Becky Lynn correctly assumed that she would have been knocked cold if Roberta Jean had administered the savage flying drop kick while wearing shoes.
Roberta Jean's feet struck Becky Lynn right up side her head and sent her reeling backward across the alley. Becky Lynn crashed into a bunch of trash cans, which didn't hurt it was damned noisy.
Even though Roberta Jean had been barefoot while kicking Becky Lynn just to the side of her eye, Becky Lynn was still severely stunned by the blow.
Roberta Jean did not play it smart.
She did not take advantage of Becky Lynn's dazed state. Roberta Jean should have jumped right into those trash cans an she should have finished Becky Lynn off while she had the opportunity. Instead, Roberta Jean held back and she gave Becky Lynn a chance to regain her faculties.
Aunt Samantha then curled her fingers at the knuckles and pressed with her fingertips hard enough to pucker the flesh.
Then she began to pull the cheeks of the girl's butt apart and the girl began to whimper with her sexual anticipation because the girl, of course, had fingered out by this time where all of this was headed.
Roberta Jean could feel her asshole tingling with sexual anticipation. "Know what?" "What?"
"This is incest." "I know." "That's taboo." "Says who?" "Society." "Fuck society." "I agree."
Outside the bedroom window there was a sycamore tree and beyond that the yard where a ceramic deer sat next to a rock garden.
Outside the: town of Painted Post went on as before, unaware of the new deviance that was taking place within smelling distance.
Outside the bedroom window a hundred and fifty one-man or one-woman juries were poised to condemn Roberta Jean and Aunt Samantha for the strict taboo they now scoffed at.
Put that in your ear, Painted Post, Aunt Samantha thought silently to herself. Here's an incestuous rim job.
Chapter Three
Aunt Samantha pulled the girl's ass cheeks apart very slowly and very ceremoniously, as if she were parting the halves of a ripe and sacred fruit.
Aunt Samantha did not stop pulling the girls fanny cakes open until they had been opened as far as they could go.
Roberta Jean could feel the skin in between her ass cheeks stretching taut-the skin where her cleavage had been a few moment before. Aunt
Samantha had pulled the girl's ass cheeks so far apart that the girl no longer had an ass crack.
Aunt Samantha had pulled the girl's ass cheeks so far apart that even some of the puckers in her bung hole were smoothed by the exerted pressure.
Aunt Samantha then lowered her beautiful face as low as she could get it. She placed her chin right there on the bed.
Aunt Samantha, as it so happened, placed her chin right in the center of the wet spot that the girl had made with her dripping poontang.
Aunt Samantha knew that she was going to know the flavor of the girl's poontang long before she actually got around to eating that cunt because of all of the cunt juice that had dripped from the base of the girl's twat down into the crack of her ass.
Aunt Samantha parted her lips and that magic- anally erotic-moment. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it.
Roberta Jean placed the tip of her tongue at the very top of the crack of the girl's ass, at the y-shaped cleft at the top of the ass crack, down there very close to the bed and very close to the small of the girl's back, directly in between the twin dimples on the small of the girl's back that indicated the location of her kidneys.
Aunt Samantha began to flick back and forth with the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly and almost immediately lifted her chin from the bed. She began to lick her way upward.
Aunt Samantha began to lick upward into the crack of the ass, into the spot where the juice had dripped down, the road to the girl's bung hole. By this time the girl's asshole was feeling so horny with her lesbian anticipation that it was throbbing.
Aunt Samantha looked at the girl's asshole at that moment and she thought it was kind of funny what she saw.
The woman could not help but think that it looked as if the girl's nether eye were winking at her, because of the sexually caused throbbing in that pink asterisk of a rectum.
Aunt Samantha licked upward a millimeter at a time. She licked upward a fraction of an inch at a time. She could taste the cunt juice.
Aunt Samantha did not take long to figure out that the girl's cunt was going to taste every bit as good as it smelled, and it smelled as if it tasted every bit as good as mama's tuna surprise.
Aunt Samantha took her time about it but she finally got her tongue onto the girl's asshole, making the girl whimper and moan louder than she had so far during the lesbian sex session.
The truth of the matter was that the woman licked at the girl's asshole somewhat tentatively at first- but that did not last for very long at all.
Becky Lynn took the offensive in the brawl in the alley.
"I am going to rip your fucking tit off," Becky Lynn said.
'Try it," Roberta Jean said.
They were both very sweaty and they did not look their best. Roberta Jean was shocked when her opponent reached out with a lightning quick hand and grabbed her right nipple with her right thumb and forefinger.
Roberta Jean scratched her earlier cockiness. Roberta Jean was no longer so sure that her reaction time was superior to the reaction time of the older woman with whom she found herself in combat.
Roberta Jean could now feel her brain shifting back and forth from the past to the present and then back to the past again seamlessly.
Aunt Samantha quickly began to lick at the girl's asshole with great elan, with great verve and vim, with gusto, with unadulterated enthusiasm. The transition was magic.
Aunt Samantha, at first, licked only around the outer edges of the girl's rectal area, and she licked with the tip of her tongue and with the tip of her tongue alone.
The woman, however, before long, was licking across the asshole with the flat part of her tongue as if she were trying to get just a little bit more flavor out of that tasty bung hole.
Then it was once again time for the woman to do something the girl hadn't thought of. She stiffened her tongue and placed the pointy tip right at the precise center of the pink asterisk of the girl's asshole, less than an inch away from the base of the girl's cunt.
Aunt Samantha began to push and it did not take the girl long to figure out what the woman was trying to do, or to communicate verbally that she was wholeheartedly in flavor of the notion.
The girl left no doubt in the woman's mind that she wanted to feel her tongue as deep as she could possibly get it up inside her hot, sucking asshole.
Aunt Samantha was pleased to hear that because she felt very much the same way on the subject. Aunt Samantha pushed hard with her tongue and she did not stop pushing until the tip had pushed right up past the tight tubular sphincter muscle at the mouth of Roberta Jean's colon. Roberta Jean could feel Aunt Samantha's tongue pushing right into her colon. She could feel the woman touching different spots inside her ass with the tip of her tongue.
Aunt Samantha had a bold and curious tongue.
Then the older woman began to work her tongue in and out of Roberta Jean's asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Roberta Jean moaned, tossing her head from side to side wildly with her eyes tightly shut.
Aunt Samantha could sense that she was only teasing Roberta Jean by fucking her asshole with her stiffened tongue in this manner.
Aunt Samantha knew that the tongue reaming she was administering was only intensifying Roberta Jean's vaginal desire.
The burning and the needing for good eating was stronger than ever in the pink opening tissues of Roberta Jean's cunt.
Aunt Samantha pulled her tongue all the way out of Roberta Jean's bung hole. She pulled the tip of her tongue out slowly.
Aunt Samantha did not want Roberta Jean's asshole to be forced to slam shut on her. The older woman knew from experience-oh LORD, did she EVER know from- experience-just how uncomfortable it could be to have girl's asshole slam shut on her.
"Roberta Jean?" "Yes, Aunt Samantha?"
"Release your grip on your ankles," Aunt Samantha said. "All right." "Lower your feet."
"Okay."
"Put your feet on my shoulders and roll your cunt into my face."
"Does this mean what I think it mean?" Roberta Jean asked.
"Yes, it means it is time for me to eat your cunt."
Aunt Samantha moved her fingertips to the outer edges of her vulva.
"I am boiling, my honey pot is boiling," Roberta Jean said.
Becky Lynn squeezed the blonde teenager's right nipple with her right thumb and forefinger out in the dark alley so hard that Roberta Jean felt great pain.
Roberta Jean could feel tears welling in her baby blue eyes. She could feel her eyes getting red and swollen because of the tremendous pain Becky Lynn was administering.
"Have you ever had your nipple cracked?" the older dancer asked.
"OWWWWWWW!" Roberta Jean screamed.
Then Aunt Samantha began to pinch and twist at the nipple at the same time. Just before Roberta Jean passed out from the pain as her nipple was cracked by Aunt Samantha's cruel fingertips, she managed to clamp her fists together and she brought them down together across Becky Lynn's elbows. Now it was the older woman who was howling in pain. Now it was Becky Lynn who had the tears welling up in her eyes. Becky Lynn let go of Roberta Jean's nipple all right. Becky Lynn thought maybe Roberta Jean had broken her arm.
Aunt Samantha once again pushed her elbow outward so that they were pointing in opposite directions. Aunt Samantha pulled Roberta Jean's cunt open slowly, just as she had done a few moments before to her asshole.
Aunt Samantha could smell the scent of Roberta Jean's cunt swimming up her nostrils into her sinuses, and she could feel herself becoming intoxicated by that incredible odor.
Roberta Jean could literally see Roberta Jean's virginal cunt flesh writhing before her. The pouting mouth with all of the pink folds of flesh looked as if it were trying to speak.
Aunt Samantha even knew that Roberta Jean's poontang was trying to say. The older woman could tell that the blonde's girl's cunt was saying, "Eat me, eat me, eat me," over and over again.
Aunt Samantha pulled Roberta Jean's pussy open slowly and ceremoniously just as she had done to the younger girl's fanny cakes and she didn't stop until she had Roberta Jean's outer cunt lips separated as far as they could go so that the flesh was taut and the clit felt more than every like it was going to pop. Aunt Samantha looked at Roberta Jean's thoroughly engorged poontang and she could see that the pussy was stretched open so far that it looked more like a slab of raw meat than like a girl's aroused genitalia.
Aunt Samantha parted her lips and stuck her tongue out as far as she could get it.
She made her tongue tip extremely pointy at the tip and placed that tip on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between the base of Roberta Jean's poontang and her asshole.
Aunt Samantha discovered to her delight that there was a thick glob of natural lubrication at that spot and she used her lips to suck it away.
Aunt Samantha then began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the outermost portions of Roberta Jean's vulva.
Aunt Samantha licked up and down the entire length of Roberta Jeans cunt gash, along the outer labia only. Aunt Samantha was determined to lick at every nook and cranny of the cunt while saving the clit for last.
Aunt Samantha flicked her tongue very close to Roberta Jean's clit without actually touching it. She licked to the sides of the clit and then just above the clit at the clitoral foreskin.
Roberta Jean could feel her sexual arousal getting extremely close to the saturation point. Roberta Jean could feel every muscle in her body tensing. Roberta Jean could feel herself breaming so hard and fast that it sounded as if she were hyperventilating.
Roberta Jean decided to take advantage of Becky Lynn's stunned state this time.
"Cunt," Roberta Jean said.
Roberta Jean decided mat it. was about time she used her fingernails as weapons. She slashed out with the nails on her right hand and scratched Becky Lynn across the left cheek so that there was a trickling of blood.
"Oooooh," the crowd said, not at all sure that stage make-up was going to completely be able to hide those scratches. It occurred to those who watched that disfigurement could ruin their careers, but no one stepped in to stop the fight. The girls were simply having too much goddamn fun watching the hot sweaty cunt fighting action. Now that there had been some hair pulling and face scratching things were getting even better.
Roberta Jean could feel Aunt Samantha flicking the tip of her tongue in such a manner that her clitoral foreskin was being moved ever so gingerly up and down over the clit.
Roberta Jean discovered that his felt simply wonderful and Aunt Samantha could have made Roberta Jean orgasm with this caress alone if she had kept it up for long enough.
Ahhhhhhhh, but Aunt Samantha had other things on her mind. Aunt Samantha once again flicked the tip of her tongue up and down the entire length of Roberta Jean's poontang gash, only this time she kept the tip of her tongue in between Roberta Jean's inner and outer cunt lips. Aunt Samantha flicked her tongue at the outer edges of the girl's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. Aunt Samantha then moved her face from side to side a little bit and pushed the tip of her tongue in between Roberta Jean's inner labia. The girl could feel Aunt Samantha touching her piss hole with the tip of her tongue. The blonde teenager could feel the tip of Aunt Samantha's tongue touching her directly below her clitoris and less than an inch away from that hypersensitive love button. Roberta Jean, as one might imagine, yearned for Aunt Samantha to lick Upward onto her clit but Aunt Samantha again had something completely different in mind.
She licked downward. She hooked the tip of her tongue under the base of Roberta Jean's pubic bone making the girl moan.
Now Roberta Jean could once again feel the tip of Aunt Samantha's tongue touching her in a place where she had never been touched before.
Aunt Samantha tilted her face slightly to one side as she made her move to push her tongue as deep into Roberta Jean's cunt as she could get it.
Aunt Samantha had to tilt her head to one side in this fashion so that he would not make direct contact with Roberta Jean's clit with the tip of her nose.
Aunt Samantha was smart enough to know that just any direct contact with the clit was apt to trigger Roberta Jean's orgasm by this time.
Aunt Samantha was not going to let Roberta Jean come until she was absolutely ready. Aunt Samantha was determined to tease Roberta Jean right down to the bitter end.
Aunt Samantha was determined to make this come, by far, better than anything Roberta Jean had experienced before-the little girl had experienced so much pain already, wasn't it about time that the blonde teenager had some pleasure?
Aunt Samantha tried to push the tip of her tongue as deep as she could get it into Roberta Jean's pussy just as she had done to Roberta Jean's asshole only a few moments before.
But she did not get far very.
Aunt Samantha had pushed the tip of her tongue under the base of the girl's pubic bone only about an inch when she reached a thin wall of membrane.
The membrane was at the mouth of Roberta Jean's primary fucking hole blocking the path to Roberta Jean's womb. Aunt Samantha knew instantly what the thin wall of membrane was.
Aunt Samantha knew that the tip of her tongue was touching Roberta Jean on her cherry. Aunt Samantha stretched Roberta Jean's maidenhead taut with the tip of her tongue.
Then Aunt Samantha pulled her tongue all the way out of the girl's poontang.
"Please-"
"Please, what?"
"Make it-"
"Make what?"
"Make it happen."
"Tell me, baby."
"Make me come."
"AH right, sweetheart," Aunt Samantha replied. These were the sweetest words Roberta Jean had ever heard.
Aunt Samantha placed the tip of her right forefinger at the very top of the little girl's cunt gash. Aunt Samantha lightly peeled the clitoral foreskin up and away from Roberta Jean's little man in the boat.
In this manner, Aunt Samantha rendered Roberta
Jean's hypersensitive love button unadulteratedly naked and vulnerable to her oral caress.
Then Aunt Samantha puckered her lips and once again drew her face very close to Roberta Jean's juicy pink twat.
Aunt Samantha made herself look as if she were about to whistle a happy tune and instead blew cool air onto Roberta Jean's love button.
Roberta Jean could feel the steady stream of warm air on the focal point of her feminine desires and she felt as if she were damned close to orgasm for this indirect caress alone.
"Please-" Roberta Jean begged.
Aunt Samantha could tell that it sincerely was not a good idea to tease Roberta Jean for much longer. But it was so much fun. Still, Aunt Samantha was afraid that Roberta Jean might hurt herself, pull a muscle or something, if she teased her any longer.
Then Aunt Samantha flicked outward with the tip of her tongue and for the first time she made direct contact with the love button.
Aunt Samantha touched the little man in the boat as lightly and as quickly as she possibly could. Aunt Samantha sought and she found the most subtle possible clitoral caress.
She could tell that she was not going to have to touch the girl's clitoris for very long to get an appropriate response.
After all, Aunt Samantha was touching what was-by far-the most sensitive spot on the girl's entire body.
Aunt Samantha licked at Roberta Jean's love button so lightly that the caress could have been made by an eyelash.
Roberta Jean felt the caress on her clit so light that it could have been administered by a butterfly's wing, she thought.
It made no difference. Roberta Jean's response was every bit as intense as Aunt Samantha had thought it would be.
Roberta Jean bucked up violently with her femininely sloped loins as the charge of sexual pleasure sources her backbone.
Roberta Jean could feel a serious incestuous rush of pleasure running right then up and down the entire length of her suddenly arched spine.
Roberta Jean could feel the pleasure starting at her clit and roaring up her spine as far as the base of the girl's precious skull.
The pleasure paused and stopped all together at that point at the base of her skull, Roberta Jean discovered.
She had hoped that the joy would burn right up into her brain as it would have if it were orgasmic in intensity.
Roberta Jean sounded more than ever ready to hyperventilate. She was trying to breathe and moan contem-
poraneously.
In her own way, Aunt Samantha was continuing to tease the girl. She dabbed her tongue at Roberta Jean's little man in the boat, always pulling the tip of her tongue away from the magic spot before the girl's pleasure had an opportunity to reach climax.
The pleasure did not get to reach orgasmic level.
"MAKE ME COME!" Roberta Jean screamed.
Aunt Samantha heard the desperation and decided to comply. Aunt Samantha put the tip of her tongue on Roberta Jean's clitoris and this time she kept it there.
Aunt Samantha held the tip of her tongue very still at first, and she simply alternated the pressure from gingerly to firm and then back to gingerly once again.
Aunt Samantha then began to roll Roberta Jean's love button in a series of slow and sensuous circles at the top of the poontang gash.
Aunt Samantha started out licking at the girl's love button slowly and gently but she steady increased the speed and pressure of her tongue.
Then Roberta Jean could feel the explosions starting and she could barely hear her own scream. Her sense of reality was warped by the pleasure. She could hear herself screaming but it did not sound like herself. Roberta Jean thought it sounded like another girl screaming all together, another girl who was far away, certainly not in the same room even.
Chapter Four
Roberta Jean could feel the explosions of her orgasm, as one might imagine, starting at her sexual focal point.
Her clit!
Roberta Jean could feel her physical pleasure spreading outward from there in a series of constantly growing concentric circles.
It was amazing.
Roberta Jean could tell that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading until she was completely enveloped it.
She was astounded.
Roberta Jean knew that her joy was going to spread up into her feminine loins and downward into her tapered thighs.
She whimpered.
She could tell that the pleasure was going to spread throughout her body like ripples on a smooth pond. She whined.
Roberta Jean could tell the pleasure was going to spread through her like green lines on a submarine sonar screen.
Soon, she knew, she was going to be able to feel her joy in the tips of her fingers. Soon, she was going to be able to feel her joy all the way down in her toes.
"Oh GOD!" she said.
She could feel her sense of time and space becoming severely altered by the intensity of the sensations she experienced.
She could feel each second stretching inside her brain into a full-fledged minute.
She knew that a minute-if her orgasm had lasted that long-would have felt like an hour and a half.
Aunt Samantha was determined to keep licking at the girl's come until Roberta Jean's orgasm was completely finished.
At the moment of the commencement of Roberta
Jean's orgasm. Aunt Samantha felt a squirt of liquid on her lower lip.
Aunt Samantha could tell that the little squirt was coming from Roberta Jean's piss hole-but she knew it was not piss.
Aunt Samantha was sexually educated enough to know that the squirt didn't have anything to do with Roberta Jean's bladder.
Aunt Samantha knew that the squirt was Roberta Jean's feminine ejaculation-proof positive of her climax's authenticity.
Of course, it would never have occurred to Aunt Samantha in a million years that Roberta Jean might fake her orgasm.
This was the sort of thing that experienced women did to sooth the fragile egos of inept men, not something lesbian lovers did.
Aunt Samantha started out licking at Roberta Jean's clit very lightly and slowly but steadily increased the tempo and pressure.
Then, just when Roberta Jean thought her orgasmic convulsions were bound to diminish in intensity Aunt Samantha AGAIN did something that Roberta Jean did not expect her to do.
Aunt Samantha puckered her lips and wrapped those lips around the girl's clitoris-along with the clit's surrounding tissues.
Aunt Samantha began to suck.
She sucked hard.
She kept the tip of her tongue going at all times so that she was licking and sucking at the love button simultaneously.
Roberta Jean could feel her love button getting sucked at the root. Then, just as abruptly as it had begun, the come was over.
Aunt Samantha pulled her lips and her tongue off of Roberta Jean's clitoral area the second that the come finished. Aunt Samantha was smart enough to know that Roberta Jean's clit was going to be too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following the most intense come of her life.
Aunt Samantha kissed Roberta Jean lightly on the inside of her right thigh.
Roberta Jean opened her eyes, blinked away her tears of joy and laughed when she saw that the lower half of Aunt Samantha's face was wet.
Then Aunt Samantha taught Roberta Jean how to give pleasure. Roberta Jean found that she liked this part too. She liked kissing Aunt Samantha's lips and sucking Aunt Samantha's tits.
Roberta Jean liked rimming Aunt Samantha's asshole and she greatly enjoyed eating the woman's cunt. Roberta Jean knew that the remainder of her time in Painted Post-until she graduated from high school and then went to New York City to seek Fame and Fortune as a Broadway Dancer-was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
* And it was.
Still, Aunt Samantha never popped Roberta Jean's cherry so there was something lacking in their relationship. Roberta Jean remembered how Aunt Samantha always stressed that she should save" her real cherry for a man, to use it to get somewhere in life.
Aunt Samantha told Roberta Jean that the wise loss of a cherry was more important for a woman than a Master's Degree.
That didn't keep Roberta Jean from strapping on a dildo and fucking Aunt Samantha's cunt-or maybe even her asshole-with it. Aunt Samantha sometimes took a ten inch black rubber dildo up her asshole after Roberta Jean greased both it and her asshole. Roberta Jean was always astounded even though it was happening before her eyes. It didn't seem like something as big and fat as the dildo Roberta Jean strapped on could fit inside anything as tight and pink as Aunt Samantha's asshole.
Live and learn, Roberta Jean said to herself.
But Aunt Samantha could only teach the girl a limited number of things. She had to go to New York City to learn the rest. Roberta Jean knew from the start that, when she went to New York City to get a job in a chorus line for dancers that she was going to have to have sex with a few men to get herself noticed above and beyond the thousands of other girls who were looking to do the same thing that she was.
The girl did not expect the process to start so quickly, however.
The very first ad she answered in the paper was for a chorus line dancer, just like she wanted to be, and the guy giving the audition seemed impressed and afterward she came on to him a little bit, pressing her tits against his chest as she passed and sure enough he asked her to come over to his place that night.
She didn't want to tell him that he had never been with a man before-but she figured that she might have to before the night was through.
Aunt Samantha had tried to prepare her as best as she could for this moment-doing everything shy of popping the girl's cherry herself with a dildo-but still the girl couldn't help but be frightened.
Roberta Jean was frightened of the unknown.
They went into the bedroom and he ordered her to get completely naked, and this she did without question.
He licked his lips and made obscene smacking sounds with his lips as she bared her tits and then again as she bared her cunt and her ass.
He snapped his fingers and then pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him.
Roberta Jean understood what the man was talking about.
The naked girl dropped to her knees in front of the man as he removed his own shirt. Now he was naked from the waist up.
The man kicked of his own shoes. His name was Mr. Cunningham. He pulled off his own socks.
The girl did not care about any of that. She had her eyes on one thing. His crotch.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's cock was making the material of his trousers stretch taut. His pants looked about ready to tear.
Mr. Cunningham had something that was very close to being a full-fledged erection crammed inside his pants and it was getting uncomfortable.
Roberta Jean could not take her eyes off the crotch of the man's pants. Her eyes were fixed there. She could see the cock throbbing.
Mr. Cunningham could FEEL his dick pulsating in a synchronized fashion with the rapid beat of his heart. He could feel the ache in his balls.
Roberta Jean reached up so she could unbuckle the man's belt. She could see that his belt buckle was made out of brass.
The belt itself was leather. Mr. Cunningham was wearing a black leather belt, if you really want to know the truth. Her fingers were shaking a bit.
Roberta Jean was on the nervous side. After all, she knew that some very exciting things were going to happen before the sex session was through.
Roberta Jean was not much concerned about the shaking in her fingers. She knew her fear was closer to nervous anticipation than to terror.
Mr. Cunningham felt like his cock was caught in some sort of cloth trap. His dick, at that wonderful moment, felt as if it were suffocating.
Mr. Cunningham felt like his cock needed to be released immediately from that cloth prison. He had one thought. His cock needed to be FREE.
Roberta Jean unbuckled the brass belt to his black leather belt and then unbutttoned the single button that held the top of his pants together.
Roberta Jean unbuttoned that single button with a single snap of her fingers. She then grabbed at the little latch to the zipper of the man's fly.
Roberta Jean began to pull the zipper to his fly down and she didn't stop until it all the way open. He began to moan with anticipation.
Out in the alley, the end of the bout was in site. Becky Lynn administered a fill nelson on Roberta Jean, and the blonde teenager had sneaking suspicion that this was a hold that she was not going to be able to break.
Becky Lynn threatened to break Roberta Jean's spine with the hold and Roberta Jean howled with her pain.
"Remember the stakes?" Becky Lynn asked.
"Stakes?"
"Yes. remember them?"
"Loser has to be the winner's sex slave for 24 hours," the girl said. "That's right."
Becky Lynn administered a little more pressure onto the back of Roberta Jean's neck. "Say it." "No." "Say it!"
"SAT IT!"
"UNCLE! OH GOD!"
Roberta Jean's mind was back in the past where she knelt in front of handsome Mr. Cunningham and she pushed her fingers under the tops of his trousers and she didn't stop until she was under his underwear as well.
Roberta Jean pushed with the tips of her femininely delicate fingers until the tips were under the elastic at the top of the man's underwear and his trousers simultaneously.
Roberta Jean then pulled the man's pants and underwear down at the same time. His cock came flopping out of there. It was released from prison.
Mr. Cunningham's cock was free. He sighed and moaned. Her eyes went wide when she saw his dick. She could see that the man was very well hung.
Roberta Jean found that the man's pecker was even bigger than she thought it was going to be and that was really saying something.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's dick was very long. She figured it to be ten-maybe even ten and a half-inches long. Incredible.
Roberta Jean found that it was not really the length of the man's cock that impressed her most of all. No, it was the thickness of the dick. She was astounded.
Roberta Jean could feel her mouth starting to water when she looked at the man's tool of masculinity. She was flabbergasted by what she saw.
Roberta Jean could not help but think, at least a small part of her could not help but think, that she was hallucinating or something.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's cock was thicker than her wrist. It was closer to being as thick as both of her wrists pressed together.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's cock was thickest at the head. She could see that the head of the man's dick reminded her of a door knob.
There were times when the head of the man's pecker looked to the girl like a ripe plum. It was a very dark purple color.
The cock was actually darker than dark purple.
the girl thought silently to herself. Yes, the pecker was a blue-black hue.
That was the girl's conclusion. She knew it was that color because of its thorough engorgement. She thought the cock head looked like the head of a mushroom.
Roberta Jean could tell that there was no room for any more blood inside the man's glans. No, that glans was full-the skin was stretched taut.
Becky Lynn released the full nelson on Roberta Jean.
"Ahhhhhhhh," the little blonde said. "What's the matter?"
"I thought you were really going to break my spine there for a second."
"I know just when to stop."
"My backbone really felt like it was being bent further than it should go:"
"How does it feel now?"
"Fine."
"Good, it is time for you to start being my sex slave," Becky Lynn said. "Now?"
"I can start the twenty-four hours of absolute dominance any time." "Oh."
"I choose now!" Becky Lynn said. "Oooooooooh," said all of the other dancers who watched, completing Roberta Jean's humiliation.
The head of the "choreographer's" cock looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Ummm, she thought, the skin looked smooth. She stared.
Roberta Jean could not help but wonder if that skin covering the head of his cock were going to feel as smooth as it looked when she finally got around to touching him there with her sexually aroused tastebuds.
Roberta Jean decided that she liked the head of the man's cock better than the shaft of the man's cock-but that the shaft was a close second. She liked the head best because it was darker and just a little bit thicker.
The girl could tell that the head and the shaft were equally hard, however. She could tell that they were both as hard as rock, as hard as granite.
Roberta Jean thought that the head and shaft of the man's dong were as hard as diamond. She could feel her salivary gland working overtime.
Roberta Jean really did feel like she was going to start drooling at any second. She found herself swallowing more frequently than normal.
Roberta Jean did this so that she would not make a fool out of herself by dribbling saliva on her chin in front of the man. Later on she would not be thinking quite so much about her dignity.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's cock head looked like a grossly overgrown acorn, the type from which one might expect to grow a mighty oak tree.
Roberta Jean decided that her very favorite part of the man's cock was the little hole at the tip, the man's piss hole, his urethra.
The girl liked the piss hole because, for one thing, she knew that it served a couple of purposes, that this was the hole from which both the man's silver seed and the man's golden urine emerged. She shivered.
Back in the alley, Becky Lynn was starting her domineering program.
"I want you to kneel before me," Becky Lynn said to the blonde.
Roberta Jean knelt as she had for Mr. Cunningham that first time.
"My bladder is quite full of nasty piss," Becky Lynn said.
"In that case I guess you had better go to the toilet."
"I am not in the mood to go to the toilet," Becky Lynn said.
"No? What are you in the mood for, then?" Roberta Jean asked.
"I am in the mood to have the toilet come to me," Becky Lynn said.
"I see. Am I to gather that I am going to be your toilet?"
"That is correct," the older woman said with a evil laugh.
"Oh God, you are going to piss on me," Roberta Jean whimpered.
"Not on you, in you," Becky Lynn said triumphantly.
"In me?"
"That's right."
"What, what do you mean?" Roberta Jean stammered.
"I am going to piss in your mouth," Becky Lynn said with a laugh.
Roberta Jean liked the little hole at the tip of the choreographer's dong because it had little lips on either side of it and looked like a mouth.
Roberta Jean thought that it looked as if there were a tiny sideways and toothless mouth at the tip of the man's dick. She could see the lips moving.
Roberta Jean could see the lips opening and closing rhythmically. She could tell that he was already feeling a throbbing in his dick tip.
Roberta Jean knew that this was a throbbing of desire. She wondered what his cock would sound like if his urethra had vocal cords.
Roberta Jean looked at the tip of his dick and thought about this for a moment, then came to the conclusion that the man's cock would sound like it were singing opera.
The head of his cock was shiny, the girl discovered. She could see that the entire length of his dick was bobbing up and down.
The cock was bobbing up and down before his loins as if it were attached to him at the base by a tightly sprung hinge. She watched his cock head..
Roberta Jean could see that the tip of the man's dick was snapping upward, higher and higher, toward the man's belly, aiming for a spot above his navel.
The girl could see the tip getting ready to slap the man's tummy two inches above the concave belly button. She noticed that this contact was never made.
Roberta Jean found that, because of the way the cock shaft was bobbing up and down, that she was looking most of the time at the underside of his cock shaft.
The woman told the girl that she had better close her eyes in a voice that was so loud that it echoed in that now nightmarish alley.
"Why?" the battered blonde asked, kneeling on the hard pavement before the squatting girl her head back, her face beneath the woman's opened crotch.
"Because I may miss your mouth."
"So?"
"You do not want to get my piss in your eyes," the woman said. "I don't?" "Nope." "How come?"
"Because the piss will burn." "Oh."
Roberta Jean then closed her eyes very tightly and she opened her mouth as far as she could get it. The woman had been telling the truth about something.
Her bladder was really full.
Becky Lynn really did have to take a wicked piss. She had NO TROUBLE opening up the flood gates and allowing the piss to shoot from her urethra. Roberta Jean could not see but the woman reached down between her own legs and peeled back her inner cunt lips so that they would not get in the way of the liquid.
The older woman missed Roberta Jean's mouth on purpose at first and pissed all over Roberta Jean's face.
Roberta Jean could see that there were many dilated blue veins running up and down the entire length of Mr. Cunningham's mammoth member.
Roberta Jean could see that the veins were protruding from the otherwise smooth shaft of the man's dong, making it look extremely craggy.
Roberta Jean could see that those veins made the dick look gnarled and craggy and angry. It certainly looked more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love making.
Roberta Jean thought the strange thing was that there was something about this angry aspect of the man's cock's appearance that greatly appealed to her.
Roberta Jean could see that the many Veins crisscrossed as they moved up and down the stem of his dick, and they made pretty patterns.
The girl could not help but look at those veins and think how much they resembled the blue lines on an erotic road map.
Roberta Jean could see that there was one vein that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others. She knew what this was. This was the main vein.
This was the vein whose job it was to pump blood all the way up into the head of the man's pecker, she understood. She thought about everything for a moment. She scratched herself a little bit on the chin and she tilted her head a little bit to one side. She decided right then and there that she was going to use that longest and thickest vein, that main vein, to guide her tongue tip's route from the base to the top of his cock shaft when she finally got around to that portion of her oral pleasuring program.
Roberta Jean then looked down for the first time at the sack that held the man's balls. She was once again astounded by what she saw.
Roberta Jean could tell right away that the man's testicles and the man's cock had one thing in common: they were both a hell of a lot bigger than the girl originally thought they were going to be, when his genitals were still hidden inside the stretched crotch of his trousers and underwear. She forget to swallow.
Roberta Jean drooled. She didn't give a flying fuck that she drooled. Her eyes were open so wide as she looked at his cock and balls that the whites were visible all the way around her pupils.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's balls were the size of golf balls. She could see that they were not quite round, however.
Roberta Jean noticed that the man's testicles were on the oblong side. She could see that his nuts were shaped like eggs.
Roberta Jean wondered how much of this was normal and how much was a result of the swelling he was feeling because of his passion.
Becky Lynn absolutely soaked the girl's entire kisser with the yellow bladder juice. That didn't take long. Becky Lynn had plenty of pee left.
Becky Lynn then moved her hips and re-tilted her loins a bit, so that she looked more like she was sitting on an invisible chair.
Becky Lynn discovered inadvertantly that it wasn't necessary for her to use her hands to hold her inner cunt lips open. Becky Lynn discovered that her inner cunt lips remained open on their own.
She found that Roberta Jean was swallowing down the bladder juice, just like a good little sex slave.
Mr. Cunningham, at that preciously sexy moment, felt like his balls were swollen to about twice or maybe three times their normal size.
Roberta Jean could see that the man's scrotal sack appeared to be filled to the brim with his jism-and there was a good reason for that.
Mr. Cunningham knew that his sack looked that way because it really was filled to the brim with his juice of life, his fuck jelly, his jism.
Mr. Cunningham could feel his semen getting hotter and hotter at this point. It felt as if it were headed straight for the boiling point.
Roberta Jean looked at the man's scrotum and she figured it must have been a month or two since the man had last shot his wad.
Roberta Jean had a thing or two to learn about men and their private parts. She had no way of knowing that this was the way the man's scrotal sack always looked.
Chapter Five
Roberta Jean could see that there was a thick patch of pubic hair growing in a bush all around the shaft of the man's pecker.
"Cute cock!"
"Thanks."
The girl could even see that there were short and curly hairs growing directly out of the base of the man's scrotal sack.
"Is it okay if I pull one of those hairs growing out of your balls?" Roberta Jean asked. "No."
"Oh. Just asking." "I answered."
Roberta Jean could tell that the first thing she was going to have to do was do something about the movement of the man's member.
Roberta Jean could tell right off that there was no was she could pleasure him with his dick bouncing all over the rucking place.
Roberta Jean pulled the man's pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles and the man stepped out of them.
Mr. Cunningham was now every bit as naked as the girl. She reached up with her right hand.
The girl touched the underside of the man's cock shaft with the fleshy part of her right fingertips.
Roberta Jean arched her right fingers at the knuckles so that she could touch his dick with the fleshy parts of her fingertips exclusively-without her long fingernails getting in the way.
Roberta Jean pushed against the underside of his dick shaft and she did not stop until she had successfully managed to pin the cock had against his flat and muscular tummy.
Roberta Jean could feel the underside of the man's pecker throbbing hard against her sexually sensitized fingertips.
Roberta Jean began to rub up and down the underside of the man's cock shaft and she pleasured him in this manner. He moaned with his pleasure.
Mr. Cunningham was standing with his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the floor. He was showing excellent torture at that moment.
Mr. Cunningham had his shoulders back and his chin was high. He had his chest puffed out and his tummy was sucked in so that it was slightly concave.
The girl lowered her head and she began to lightly kiss at the insides of his thighs. She kissed one thighs and then the other. Roberta Jean arranged her oral caresses so that each kiss was a little bit higher on the man's leg than the one before.
Roberta Jean flicked outward with the tip of her tongue and she licked at the insides of the man's thighs every now and again.
Roberta Jean made sure that every lick was a little bit closer to the base of his balls than the one before.
Roberta Jean took her time about it but she finally got her mouth so close to the base of his nuts that he could feel her hot, moist breath on his scrotum.
Then she parted her lips and she stuck her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it, so that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging at the roots of her taster.
Roberta Jean concentrated every ounce of her attention for a moment or two on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible.
Roberta Jean then placed the pointy tip of her pink tongue on the underside of the man's dangling and bloated scrotal sack.
Mr. Cunningham shivered as the girl began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly.
Mr. Cunningham could feel various muscles throughout his body starting to tense up on involuntarily as his horniness grew.
Mr. Cunningham could tell that the involuntary tensing of his muscles was going to be a problem that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better.
Mr. Cunningham correctly assumed that it was not going to be very long before ALL of the muscles in his body were tensed up on him involuntarily.
Mr. Cunningham could feel the beat of his heart continuing to quicken. He could tell that soon his heart was going to feel ready to come pounding right out of his chest.
The man's silver seed felt at that moment closer than ever to the boiling point and the ache in his balls worsened.
Roberta Jean, if you really want to know the truth, licked at the man's balls somewhat tentatively at first-but that did not last long.
The girl soon licked at the man's balls with increasing eagerness and enthusiasm.
Roberta Jean soon licked at the man's testicles enthusiastically. She put some verve into her laving.
Roberta Jean began to lick at the man's gonads with the flat part of her tongue-and the man found that he enjoyed the way this felt a great deal. Yes, the girl was lapping at his twin glands of masculinity with the coated part of her tongue. She was lifting and lowering his nuts.
Roberta Jean did not stop lifting and lowering the man's balls until the entire scrotum was wet and shiny with her spittle.
Roberta Jean even got curious with her tongue above and beyond the call of duty and licked at the hypersensitive and super-erogenous patch of skin between the base of the man's balls and his asshole.
"Suck," the man said.
"Your cock?"
"My balls."
"Okay."
"Suck gently."
"I will."
"You could hurt me if you suck too hard." "I know."
Roberta Jean concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She made sure that her lips were curled over her teeth.
The very LAST thing that the girl wanted to do at that moment was accidentally bite one of the man's nuts. She knew that a seemingly minor mistake like that could ruin everything. A single twinge of pain down there between his legs could signal the end of his passion and therefore the end of this sexual encounter.
Roberta Jean made sure that she was breathing exclusively through her nostrils. She could feel her nostrils flaring wildly.
Roberta Jean could hear herself making intrinsically animalistic snorting noises as she sucked air deep up into her sinuses before down into her lungs. Roberta Jean could smell the scent of the man's manly passion wafting up from his sexually aroused cock and balls. She found that she loved that scent.
Roberta Jean wrapped her fleshy lips around the man's left testicle. She began to suck.
Roberta Jean did not suck hard. She did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have if she wanted to.
Roberta Jean sucked in a cute and subtle fashion.
There was a cute and subtle vacuum inside the girl's oral cavity, and her cheeks were hollowed only slightly by it.
Roberta Jean kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times and she licked and sucked at the ball simultaneously. He could feel more of his muscles tensing up on him involuntarily.
Mr. Cunningham could feel his pores starting to let loose with the hot perspiration of his sexual arousal. His skin was getting a little moist all over. He could feel a trickle of sweat from his right arm pit down his side toward his hip.
That trickle of steamy perspiration tickled him a little bit.
Roberta Jean sucked and licked at the man's left nut at the same time for about a minute and a half and then she pulled her fleshy lips away from his dangling and bloated scrotal sack so that she could catch her breath a little bit. She looked up at him and the man could see in her face the expression of unadulterated adoration.
"Do you like the way I suck your nut?"
"Yes, very much."
"Shall I suck the other?"
"Please do."
"In the same manner?"
"Yes, in the exact same manner."
"All right."
Roberta Jean did as she was told. She once again sucked and licked at his nut simultaneously-and this time it was the man's right nut that was getting the attention. She sucked and licked at the right nut every bit as long as she sucked and licked at the left.
Roberta Jean pulled her fleshy lips away from his balls for the second and final time. She thought about the matter for a moment and came to the conclusion that she was going to play with his balls with her hand for a little while.
Roberta Jean knew that she was going to have to use her left hand to play with his balls. After all, she was still using the fingertips on her right hand to keep the head and shaft of the man's humongous tool pinned against his tummy.
Roberta Jean could feel the stem of the man's pork pole throbbing against her fingertips harder than ever by this time.
Mr. Cunningham could feel his breaths getting shorter and closer together as his passion grew. He realized that he was panting. He was panting just like the wild animal he wanted so badly to be.
Mr. Cunningham could tell that it was not going to be long before he was going to sound and feel as if he were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate himself.
Roberta Jean turned her left palm upward and she pushed her fingertips under his scrotum. She wiggled her fingertips, and she pleasured his super-swollen nuts in this fashion.
Then the chorus line dancer to be bounced the chorus line director's balls up and down on the tips of her fingers as if she were attempting to determine their weight.
Roberta Jean found that the man's twin glands of masculinity were heavy, man, very heavy.
Roberta Jean decided that she was going to try to get the entire scrotal sack in the palm of a single hand. She didn't really think she was going to be able to do it because his scrotal sack was so large and her hand was so diminutive but she decided that she was going to give it the old college try nonetheless.
Roberta Jean pushed her palm under the sack and then spread her delicate fingers apart as far as she could possibly get them.
Roberta Jean stretched the skin across the palm of her let hand taut, yet managed to keep the palm slightly cupped.
Roberta Jean tried but she couldn't so it. No matter how large she had her hand some of the scrotal sack was going to droop over the edges of her palm.
Roberta Jean held what she could, however-and she squeezed what she held. She squeezed his gonads rhythmically. She squeezed his nuts firmly but nowhere near hard enough to risk hurting him.
Mr. Cunningham could feel the most marvelous waves of pleasure rolling up and down the entire length of his spine, all the way from his balls to the base of his skull and then back down to his pecker.
Roberta Jean realized that it was time for her to start pleasuring his cock orally. She once again parted her lips and stuck her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could get it. She placed the pointy tip of her pink tongue on the underside of the man's cock shaft at the very base of the dick stem right where the man's cock and balls came together.
The girl crossed her eyes and looked own pat her nose. She located the longest and thickest cock vein, the main vein, the vein whose job it was to pump blood all the way up into the head of his dick, the vein she had earlier determined was going to guide her tongue from the base to the top of his dick stem. She did allow that vein to guide her tongue.
Roberta Jean began to flick the tip of her super-pointy tongue back and forth very lightly and very quickly. At the same time she began to lick upward, allowing the flicking tip of her tongue to come closer and closer to the head of the man's pecker a fraction of an inch at a time.
Roberta Jean licked upward steadily until she got to the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock on the underside of the cock shaft.
The man's entire body jerked as she licked at spot and she could tell that it was a magic spot from his reaction.
She could tell that she was licking a spot where his nerve endings were clustered together with extraordinary density.
The girl correctly assumed at that moment that she was licking at a hypersensitive and super-erogenous spot.
The girl was aware of the possibility that she might be licking at the most sensitive spot on his entire body.
She allowed the tip of her flicking tongue to linger at that spot, then she continued to lick upward on his cock.
For the first time the girl licked at the head of the man's dick. She licked right up the groove on the underside of his glans.
The girl did not stop licking upward until her tongue managed to get all the way to the tip of the dick.
The girl flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen lips on either side of his piss hole.
She loosened the pressure on the underside of the man's cock shaft with her right fingertips a little bit.
The girl loosened the pressure just enough for the head of the man's cock to come away from his tummy about an inch.
That, the girl figured, was all she needed for her tongue to be able to get at the entire glans, the entire ripe plum.
She began to roll her tongue lazily over the head of his cock at that moment, licking him with the ides of her tongue.
The girl was pleased to discover that the skin covering the head of his cock was every bit as smooth as she had hoped it would be.
She thought that it felt like she was licking a living turkey heart. Of course the man's cock head was larger than that.
The girl did not stop licking at the head of the man's dick until the entire thing was wet with spit.
The girl then spent a little more timed flicking her tongue tip back and forth across the mouth of his urethra.
The girl then licked up and down the entire length of he cock shaft with he flat part of her tongue as if lapping a lollipop.
The girl looked like she was even younger than she actually was as she lapped at that dick as if it were an all-day sucker.
The girl looked like a mare in heat lapping at the cake of salt at me side of her stall as she licked at dick.
The girl did not stop licking at the man's humongous pole of manhood until the entire meat loaf was wet and shiny with spit.
Then she pulled her right fingertips away from he underside of his cock shaft completely-and she simultaneously jerked backward with her head and shoulders.
The girl correctly assumed that the dick was going to snap downward violently from his belly and she did not want to get her face in the way.
She knew that the cock could hurt her face, especially if it hit her right on the nose or maybe in the eye.
She could see that the entire length of the cock was bobbing up and down every bit as anxiously as ever.
She did not allow that to go on for long. She once again had to steady the dick-but this time in a position so that it could be sucked.
She reached up with her right hand ana made a fist around the stem of the dick. The girl was impressed by the fact that her fingers did not make it all the way around the shaft of the cock-that is, not without the help of her fingernails. The girl's fingernails were pressing half-moons into the heel of her palm at that moment and she gave his dick a couple of squeezes, which managed to send little ripples of pleasure up and down the entire length of his spine. She used her right hand to point the tip of his cock, the tip of the head of his dick, right at her mouth. The girl was still not all together sure that she was going to be able to get her mouth open enough to take the dick. She concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw. She worked her lower jaw from side to side so that she could work the kinks out of the hinges. Then she concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. She could feel her nostrils flaring. The girl could hear herself making those snorting noises.
She made sure that her lips were curled over her teeth. The girl did not want to accidentally bite at the head of the man's cock anymore than she had earlier wanted to accidentally chomp down on one of the man's swollen testicles.
The girl then dropped her jaw and her mouth fell gaping open. Her mouth opened, she was sure, further than it had ever opened before-and that included the time a few years before when she had been sitting in the dentist's chair having a cavity drilled and filled in a rear molar. Now the girl was having another cavity filled. The girl was having her oral cavity filled with cock meat.
The man pushed forward very slowly, very tentatively with his masculinely narrow lower torso and she pushed forward with her face. She could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth stretching taut and she could feel her jaw dropping so low that it was threatening to lock in the open position.
The girl could feel an ache developing in her jaw, and she correctly assumed that it would get a hell of a lot worse before it got better.
She tried to push her personal discomfort into the back of her head. She tried to push the pain as far from her stream of consciousness as it would go.
The girl tried to push the pain into the deepest recesses of her brain, so that she would be able to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving.
The girl did not stop pushing forward with her face and the man did not stop pushing forward with his loins, until the entire head of the man's cock was inside the girl's mouth, so that her fleshy lips were gripping desperately at the ring of scar tissue just below the lower rim of his cock head at the top of his shaft.
The girl discovered that the head of the man's cock was so thick that it made the comers of her mouth stretch even more than before-and the girl would not have thought that was possible unless she had felt it or herself. The girl had earlier had plans of sucking and licking at the head of Mr. Cunningham's cock at the same time.
It did not take Roberta Jean long to figure out that this was going to be possible because of the thickness of the man's cock.
The head of Mr. Cunningham's dick was so thick that Roberta Jean's tongue was pinned down to the base of her hot mouth.
Roberta Jean began to suck at the head of Mr. Cunningham's cock.
She sucked as hard as she could, creating an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity. Roberta Jean hollowed her cheeks deeply.
There was no similarity between the cute and simple way Roberta Jean had sucked Mr. Cunningham's balls and this.
This was savage.
Relentless.
Ruthless.
Roberta Jean had one thing and one thing only on her mind by this time. She wanted to taste the jism inside her mouth.
She wanted to know the yumminess of his come. She began to pump up and down on the haft of bis cock.
Roberta Jean pumped at Mr. Cunningham's dick with her right hand and clutched Mr. Cunningham's balls with her southpaw.
Roberta Jean clutched Mr. Cunningham's swollen testicles just a touch harder than before but still with consideration.
Roberta Jean did not risk hurting Mr. Cunningham's hypersensitive glands of masculinity with her clutching fist.
No way.
Roberta Jean could tell by the sounds Mr. Cunningham was making that she was not going to have to suck at his dick for very long to make him come.
Roberta Jean could tell by Mr. Cunningham's exclamations of physical pleasure that his horniness was already very close to the saturation point.
Roberta Jean could tell by the way Mr. Cunningham's hole body was tensed and quivering that he would soon be shooting his creamy wad.
Roberta Jean's jaw was hurting worse than ever from being propped open so far, but at the same time Roberta Jean grew more successful at pushing her personal discomfort into the back of her head.
Roberta Jean started out jerking Mr. Cunningham's cock with her fist slowly as she sucked hard. Then Roberta Jean sucked hard and jerked off Mr. Cunningham's dick with her fist as fast ass she could.
"So hot," he said.
Mr. Cunningham looked down and he could see that Roberta Jean's fist was a blur because she was moving it back and forth so fast.
"Unbelievable," he said.
Then he could feel it happening. Mr. Cunningham could feel the tickle at the base of his cock growing so intense that it was no longer a tickle at all.
"It is incredible," Mr. Cunningham said.
Mr. Cunningham could feel the comet-like ball of molten sexual electricity at the base of his cock.
"You are making it feel so motherfucking good," Mr. Cunningham said.
He could feel that burning at the spot where his dick and balls came together that let him know his horniness had reached saturation.
"You are going to make it happen to me," Mr. Cunningham said.
Roberta Jean could feel the shaft of Mr. Cunningham's cock spasming against her right palm. She could also feel the spasming against the tightly curled insides of her fingers.
Roberta Jean could feel the spasming then in the head of Mr. Cunningham's cock against the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth and her tongue.
"COMMMMING!", Mr. Cunningham screamed at the top of his lungs.
Roberta Jean could hear that his voice was shrill and that he sounded hallway hysterical.
Then she could feel the first squirt of jism shooting from the tip of Mr. Cunningham's cock into her mouth.
Roberta Jean did not take long to figure out that there was going to be a hell of a lot more come than she had thought there would be.
Roberta Jean could tell that the man was going to squirt something that felt like a quart of jism into her sucking mouth.
Roberta Jean had an almost unnatural desire at that moment to hold each and every drop of Mr. Cunningham's jism inside her mouth.
Roberta Jean could not get past the fact that Mr. Cunningham's semen was almost one-hundred percent protein.
Roberta Jean could not get past the fact that the "choreographer's" silver seed was good and healthy for her.
The girl puffed out her cheeks at that moment in a desperate attempt to hold all of the come inside her mouth.
Roberta Jean tried but she could not do it. It was a simple matter of physics. She was dealing with a physical impossibility.
The girl found that her mouth was too small and there was too much come.
Roberta Jean could feel some of the jism oozing from the super-stretched corners of her mouth. The jism rolled downward. Drawn by gravity.
She could feel the silver seed rolling own onto her chin where it cooled and coagulated with its exposure to the fresh air into a substance that reminded Mr. Cunningham of gray gelatin.
Roberta Jean, all in all, had managed to keep ninety-five percent of the jism inside her mouth. Mr. Cunningham and Roberta Jean silently agreed that this was quite an accomplishment all by itself on the blonde teenager's part. It also did not take her long to realize that the come was a hell of a lot hotter than she thought it was going to be. There was a frightening, moment or two when she feared that the inside of her mouth was being scalded by the stuff.
Chapter Six
The girl was pleased to find that the jism was not scalding her mouth. But it did take a few seconds for the jism to cool down inside her mouth before the girl's tastebuds could appropriately register the flavor.
The girl found that it was well worth the wait. She found that the jism was even more delicious than she thought it was going to be.
She thought that the come tasted fishy and salty and refreshing. The girl assumed that the man's come tasted better than the world's most expensive caviar.
The girl thought that the man's come tasted a hell of a lot like the ocean smelled at the shore in the morning with the tide all the way out.
The girl was pleased to find that she enjoyed the texture of the jism every bit as much as the flavor. She thought that the come felt like raw egg whites.
The girl rather liked the way the silver seed slithered like raw egg whites all the way down the entire length of her gullet.
The girl could feel the come rolling all the way down to her tummy, where the silver seed awaited the arrival of her digestive juices.
She could tell that the come was all protein. She could tell that the jism was healthy for her to drink. The girl could almost feel herself getting healthier as she quaffed deeply of the man's hump jelly.
The girl was pleased to find that she had no trouble keeping all of his come inside her mouth after that first squirt.
The quantity of jism in each of the man's orgasmic squirts diminished rapidly after the first blast, the girl found.
She kept her work to herself and she sucked at the man's dick until his come was through-and the man was most appreciative.
As it turned out, the girl had no trouble at all telling when his come was through. The man, she thought, made it obvious.
Not only did he jism stop squirting out of the little hole at the tip of his tube steak, but all of his muscles relaxed too.
Even after his come was through she was in no hurry to remove her hot mouth from the head of the man's mammoth pecker.
The girl could feel the shaft of his cock losing its urgent rigidity almost he very instant that his come was through.
She could feel the head of the man's dick shrinking a little bit too giving her jaw its first chance to relax in ages.
The girl was in no hurry to take her mouth off of the man's cock head. She liked the way his cock head felt in there.
She liked the feeling of his dick head against her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. She stopped sucking him, however.
She liked the way the man's cock head felt against the insides of her cheeks. His cock felt at home in her mouth.
The girl kept her right hand around the shaft of his dick and her left hand under his balls, but she loosened her grip.
The girl loosened her grip with both hands out of respect for the man's unadulterated sexual appeasement.
When the girl did pull her mouth off of the head of the man's cock, she did not pull it off very far.
The girl stopped withdrawing with her head and shoulders when her upper lip was still a fraction of an inch from the tip of the man's dick.
The girl crossed her eyes and looked down past her button nose. She could see that there was something connecting his cock head and her lip.
It took the girl a moment or two to figure out what it was, and then it occurred to her.
It was come.
A string of come.
It was bridging them.
The girl pulled back with her head and shoulders another three inches. The string of come stretched and drooped and broke, so that half fell onto the sloping side of the man's cock head and the other half fell onto one of the girl's upper pearly white teeth.
The girl pumped at the shaft of the man's cock three times to see if there was any jism trapped inside.
Sure enough, there was.
The girl was pleased to see three droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater oozing from between the swollen lips aside the piss hole.
The girl saw to it that those droplets of goo were not allowed to stay at the tip of the man's pecker for very long.
No, not for long at all.
She flicked outward with her tongue to. She licked the droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater from the tip of the man's dick with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip. Then she noticed that the whole head of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of jism.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean. A half hour later he was hard again-hard and ready to go plowing where no man had ever plowed before. They were both naked. She was on her back on the bed with her legs spread. He stood beside the bed his boner before him looking ready to mount her.
"Do you know what time it is now, sweetheart?" the man said. .
"I can see by your stiff cock that it is time to fuck."
"Yes, it is time for your precious cherry to be popped."
"I have to admit that I feel a little frightened," she said.
"But why?" the man asked, tilting his head to one side.
"I know that it is going to hurt when you pop my cherry."
"It is no pain that all girl's mustn't suffer," he said. "I know-but your cock is uncommonly big," the girl said. 'True, I guess you might have a point there," he said.
"I know that my poontang is elastic, but-" she said.
Mr. Cunningham could hear the worried tone in her. youthful voice.
"I guess it will be putting your cunt to the test."
"You will stretch me as far as I can go," she exclaimed.
"And then some, perhaps, and then some," the man added.
Mr. Cunningham climbed on top of the man and she could feel his private parts upon her. She loved the way that this felt.
Roberta Jean could feel the man's remarkably heavy balls resting against the outer edges of her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
Roberta Jean could feel the base of the man's cock throbbing against the top of her mound. She could feel the tip of his dick throbbing against her bellybutton.
Roberta Jean tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the tip of his cock would have to push before her inner cunt Hps would get to grip that pole at the base.
Roberta Jean found herself wondering just how far her inner cunt lips would have to open before the just the head of his dick would fit inside her.
She found herself squirming beneath him. For a moment he pressed his broad and muscular chest down against her tits and he flattened them.
Mr. Cunningham could feel her nipples throbbing against the stretched skin across his muscular chest. He was heavy on her and he was making her uncomfortable.
It was not the fact that her breasts were flattened that made her uncomfortable but rather the fact that she could not completely fill her lungs with air.
Mr. Cunningham then placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed on either side of her head with his palms flat and his fingers evenly parted. Mr. Cunningham pressed downward with his palms and he straightened his elbows.
He lifted his chest.
Roberta Jean's breasts were allowed to return to their normal shape.
"Thanks," she said. "No sweat," his reply."
Mr. Cunningham moved so that only the girls nipples were touching him and then only in a grazing fashion and then only when they were both inhaling at the same time.
This was' an incentive to the both of them to synchronize their breathing. That little touch of her nipples on his chest was rhythmic with the breathing and became arousing.
At that point the man was arching his back. He had his legs kicked back straight behind him with the weight on his knees and on the tops of his feet.
Mr. Cunningham's knees and ankles were close together-in direct contrast to the girl's gams. Roberta Jean had her ankles and knees just about as far apart as she could get them.
Roberta Jean had her inner thighs at that moment opened up past a ninety degree angle to an obtuse angle. Roberta Jean could feel the natural lubrication dribbling from the base of her cunt down into the crack of her ass and then down onto the bed making a wet spot, and she could feel the throbbing and quivering of her cunt flesh itself. Roberta Jean could feel the steady pulse of her clit.
Ah yes.
The clit.
Roberta Jean could tell that her clitoris had changed, that its role had changed, that it was no longer her primary erogenous zone, no longer the focal point of her feminine desires. Roberta Jean found that she had a new focal point for her girlish needs. It was inside her cunt. It was, ummmmmmmm, yeah, deep, DEEP up inside her cunt, in a spot on the upper roof of her internal organ very close to her cervix, very close to the very mouth of her womb. Roberta Jean could tell that, if the man even got around to popping her cherry, there was something nice waiting. Roberta Jean correctly assumed that it was going to feel very good, very good indeed when the man touched that magic internal spot with the tip of his cock for the first time.
Mr. Cunningham then lifted his loins a bit.
He pressed down with his palms harder than before so that his elbows further straightened and now even her nipples did not touch his chest.
Roberta Jean could see that the man had kicked the weight of his lower torso now up onto his toes which were arched back as they supported him.
Roberta Jean could see that the man continued to keep his ankles and his knees close together- although his knees were now up off of the bed.
Roberta Jean could feel the man's mammoth testicles lifting up and away from her cunt's inner labia. She whimpered.
Roberta Jean could feel the base of the man's tool lifting away from the top of her mound and she whimpered with anticipation.
"Please-"
"What?"
"I need it."
"What do you need?"
"Your cock."
"Where?"
"In my cunt."
"Deep?"
"Yes."
"How deep?"
"As deep as you can get it." "All the way in?"
"Yes, all the way in!"
Mr. Cunningham then supported the weight of his upper torso with his left arm exclusively. He did this because he's right-handed.
Mr. Cunningham reached back with his right hand and made a super-tight fist around the haft of his own awesome equipment.
Mr. Cunningham gave Mr. Johnson three experimental squeezes, just to make sure that he was as hard and thick as was possible for him.
He had nothing to worry bout. THERE was no question that the man had a full-fledged erection in his right palm.
The truth of the matter was that only the first two self-administered squeezes of the man's tool were experimental.
The truth was that the third squeeze of the man's cock had been masturbatory. He had done it just because it felt good.
That was reason enough. Mr. Cunningham then used his huge ham-like right fist to guide the plumlike head of his cock toward its target.
Mr. Cunningham rubbed the swollen lips on either side of his piss hole against the girl's love button at that sexy moment.
Roberta Jean could feel her little man in the boat being rolled in a series of circles and figure eights by his dick's tip.
Roberta Jean thought that this felt very good, but it was no longer what she wanted most. Her clit's role as her primary erogenous zone had been usurped!
Then the man rubbed the head of his cock up and down.
"Ummmmmmmm," the girl said.
"Like that?"
"Very much."
"Good. Horny?"
"Uh huh."
"Want me?"
"I want you deep!"
"Good girl."
Mr. Cunningham rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the entire length of the girl's cunt gash for a couple of reasons.
For one thing, as can be noted by the girl and the man's verbal communication, it felt very good for the both of them.
But there was another and, looking at the big picture, a more important reason for the man to caress her twat with his glans. Mr. Cunningham wanted to cover the entire head of his cock with a liberal layer of natural lubrication with that sensuous caress.
He knew that the initial penetration of her cunt would be easier if both the hole and the pole were wet and slippery.
Roberta Jean then felt the man move the head of his cock to the base of her cunt gash. He wiggled his ass cheeks from side to side.
Mr. Cunningham worked the very tip of his awesomely huge purple meat loaf in between her curled back inner labia and she whimpered.
Mr. Cunningham tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass and he pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could get them.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"Relax."
Tm trying."
"Relaxation is the key."
"I will try to remember that."
"Relax the muscles at the sides of your vulva," the man said.
"Right."
"Try to block out the pain-remember it won't last long," the man said. "I hope not."
"Have faith, the pain leads to a lifetime of pleasure," the man said. "So I've heard."
'Time for you to grow up," the man said. 'Time for me to stop being a little girl," the girl said.
"That's right-it is time for you to become a woman," the man said. Roberta Jean tried to relax the muscles at the sides of her vulva. She did not have a hell of a lot of luck.
Roberta Jean discovered that she was having trouble relaxing any part of her body because of her nervous excitement.
Roberta Jean found, too, that she-was having the least amount of luck of all trying to relax the part of her that was under attack.
Her cunt.
The more she tried to relax her cunt the more tense her cunt felt. "Relax." "I cannot." 'Try."
"I cannot, I tell you."
Mr. Cunningham took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs with air. Mr. Cunningham then let the air out of his lungs slowly.
Mr. Cunningham, at the exact same time, began to push downward with his hips with a smooth and steady pressure. She felt the pressure.
Mr. Cunningham could feel the tip of the man's humongous member pushing harder and harder against the mouth of her previously unfucked fuck hole.
"Relax."
"I can't."
"Damn it!"
"You are too Big."
"No."
"I am too tight." "NO!"
"It is impossible," the girl said.
"You do not know what you are talking about," the man said.
"I am talking about physical impossibility," the girl said.
"No."
"I am talking about putting a square peg in a round hole." "NO!"
Roberta Jean could tell by his manner that it was best for her to keep quiet for a moment. He was frustrated and on top of her.
"I know that there is only one thing to do," the man said.
"What?"
"There is only ONE thing that will get my cock in your cunt." "What's that?" "Brute force!" "Oh God."
Mr. Cunningham once again took a deep breath and filled his lungs with air. He squeezed his cock shaft a couple of times and pumped a little extra blood into the head of his dick. He rubbed up and down her cunt lips with the glans picking up a fresh layer of natural lubrication. Then he moved his cock head to the mouth of her fuck hole, positioning the tip between her inner labia. The man adjusted his narrow lower torso, moving his hips back about three inches, so that the shaft of his cock would be at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration.
Mr. Cunningham had his ass cheeks tensed and pressed together even more tightly than before. This time the man's ass cheeks were pressed together so tightly that the world's strongest man would not have been able to pry them apart even if he were allowed to use a crow bar.
Mr. Cunningham then grunted out all of the air in his lungs at once. He was slightly jack-knifed at the waist. He was ready to explode.
Contemporaneously with the man's grunt of air came the downward stabbing of the man's powerful hips-and that was all she wrote.
Roberta Jean's pussy opened all right.
Roberta Jean's pussy opened further than she would have thought possible.
Even though she had known all along that this was going to happen, she still couldn't help but be amazed at the elasticity of her cunt's tissue.
Roberta Jean could feel her poontang being opened as far as was physically possible. Her flesh stretched taut. Her inner cunt lips were like a rubber band that had been stretched to the snapping point.
Even in retrospect, the girl believed that her cunt really would have ripped open horribly at that moment if the man's cock had been a millimeter or two greater in girth.
Roberta Jean would remember for as long as she lived the feeling that she was about to be ripped in two by the man's humongous tube steak.
She could feel the head of his dick pushing inside, the tip pressing against the maidenhead. Her cherry was stretched taut.
Roberta Jean knew that she could kiss her virginity good bye. She knew that the state of sweet chastity for her only had a few seconds to live. She could tell that a part of her was going to be ripped away.
Roberta Jean was not just thinking of her cherry either.
Roberta Jean was thinking of her childhood itself.
She could tell that she was about to be graduated into full-fledged womanhood by the head of the man's mammoth member.
Mr. Cunningham grunted again.
Mr. Cunningham stabbed downward with his hips again, and there it went.
POP!
Roberta Jean's cherry popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle.
"Yes!" the man exclaimed.
He loved the way the hymen felt as it gave way against his glans.
"Ooooooh," was all the girl said at first.
She heard the tearing in her cunt before she felt the pain.
"Sweet," the man said, panting hot breath onto her kisser.
It took the pain from her popped cherry a moment or two to get to her brain. Then: "OWWWWWWWW!"
She felt as if she'd been stabbed in the cunt by a red hot poker. Big tears welled in her eyes and roiled down her face.
Her eyes became red and swollen as the pain of her new womanhood struck home. She felt the pain spreading outward from her cunt.
Hie pain spread in waves just like the pleasure of an orgasm might.
"OWWWWWWW!" the girl said.
Roberta Jean's face was very red and contorted wildly with discomfort.
"Easy, baby," the man said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the girl said.
"Easy, now, it will pass."
"OWWWWWWWWW!" she said.
Mr. Cunningham, as it turned out, was telling the truth. Just when she did not think she would be able to take the pain any more, it began to subside.
Roberta Jean could feel the sharpness of the pain dulling into an ache-and ache that blended with the ache of desire she had been feeling in her cunt all along.
Mr. Cunningham could tell that, in spite of the fact that her cherry was gone forever, it was still not going to be easy.
It was still going to be no easy task to get the entire length of the man's cock inside that super-tight pussy.
Roberta Jean's internal cunt tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use, you have to understand.
Mr. Cunningham had to pry those internal cunt tissues open, wide, wide open, using the head of his cock as his only tool.
He could tell that, in spite of the fact that he was pushing downward' with his hips just about as hard as he could, the tip of his dick was only sinking inside the girl's cunt a fraction of an inch at a time.
The violation took place a millimeter at a time. . Roberta Jean knew that it was going to seem like FOREVER before the entire length of his dick made it inside her.
Each fraction of an inch of vaginal penetration meant the girl was being touched in a place where she had never been touched before.
Roberta Jean knew that soon the man's cock was going to be doing more than that.
She knee that soon his dick was going to be touching her in places she didn't know she had, places she didn't think she could be reached from the outside.
Each fraction of an inch of penetration, too, brought the tip of the man's bold an curious cock, that much closer to the internal focal point of the girl's desire, that spot on the upper roof of her inner cunt so close to the mouth of her womb.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she said.
"Better?"
"Yes."
"Pain?"
"Gone."
"Good."
"Nothing but pleasure now." "You want my whole cock inside you?" the man said.
"Of course," the girl said.
"Ummmmmmm," the man said.
Mr. Cunningham began to push again and this time there was NO WAY he was stopping until the vaginal penetration was complete.
The tip of his dick smacked against the girl's cervix.
She could feel the thunderbolt of raw womanly pleasure coursing her spine as his cock head found the mouth of her womb.
"OHHHHHHHH!" the girl called out with her extreme pleasure.
Mr. Cunningham kept pushing and the tip of his cock probed at the rear of her cunt.
"I can feel the tip of your cock on the back wall of my cunt."
"How does that make you feel?" the man said.
"It makes me feel two ways. Both thrilled and frightened."
"Explain."
"I am thrilled because my cunt is filled for the first time."
"I can understand that," the man said.
"I am frightened because you aren't all the way in."
"No."
"I can see that there are still several inches of cock meat at the base of your shaft waiting to be inserted," the girl said.
'True."
"I don't know where you are going,to put them," the girl said.
"Your inner cunt will stretch to take them," the man said.
"I am going to be stretched as far as I van go in all directions."
"That's right, you are to be stretched to capacity both length-wise and width-wise," the man said.
Roberta Jean could feel the head of the man's cock pushing right up into the core of her womanhood^ into her soft underbelly.
The top of the man's cock shaft rubbed against the girl's love button directly because of the girth of the pole.
Roberta Jean could tell the top of his cock shaft would batter her love button when he got around to in and out fucking.
He pushed and he pushed and he pushed. Mr. Cunningham finally managed to push the entire length of his pecker inside the girl's formerly virginal twat.
Roberta Jean was flabbergasted. She could actually feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the man's fleshy lance at the hilt. She could feel the tip of his dick throbbing against a place she previously didn't know she had. She could tell that her cunt had managed to stretch inside to take his cock with greater ease than she had feared. She really was like a blossom in the springtime that was opening up into a full-fledged flower.
"Baby?"
"Yes?"
"I cannot believe how tight you are," the man said.
"I cannot believe how thick you are, or how long you are."
"I can feel you squeezing at my cock With your cunt."
"I feel like I have a new control over my. inner cunt muscles." "New control."
"Yes, until just now I'm not sure I knew the inner cunt muscles existed."
"Why should you, they did not have anything to do, did they?"
"No, I guess they didn't," the girl said with a moan.
Roberta Jean thought the man was going to start his in and out fucking motion right away, but the man had other ideas on the subject. Roberta Jean could feel the man's balls resting on her asshole, actually just on either side of her asshole. Mr. Cunningham's balls were straddling the girl's bung. Roberta Jean rolled her eight onto the small of her back and lifted her ass. Roberta Jean squeezed at the sides of the man's narrow hips with the insides of her finely tapered thighs.
She lifted her feet up in the air. She made a vee with her legs.
She then crossed her ankles and lowered her heels to the small of his back. She draped her arms over his shoulders and clawed at his back. In this manner the girl clutched to the man she had chosen to be her first full-fledged lover with all four of her femininely slender limbs simultaneously.
Chapter Seven
Back in the present, Becky Lynn had taken Roberta Jean home with her, so that she could continue the domination and cruelty. Becky Lynn was going to get all of her pent up frustrations out on Roberta Jean. Poor Roberta Jean, she had never been so frightened in her entire life. Now that Roberta Jean knew that she couldn't break Becky Lynn's full nelson, there was no point in battling back. Roberta Jean knew that there was every reason to expect that she was in for the worst experience of her life. Roberta Jean correctly assumed that Becky Lynn had every intention of beating the living fuck out of her. Roberta Jean was on the bed on her belly with her arms at her sides. She was naked, her breasts flattened against the bed.
"Now you are going to be bound."
"No!"
"Yes."
"Please, no." "Shut up."
"What am I to be bound with?" "Rope."
"Thick hemp rope?" "That's right."
"That will burn my flesh, leave marks," the girl said.
"That's right," the woman said once again.
Becky Lynn grabbed the girl's left wrist very hard, digging her fingertips into the girl's flesh, hurting the girl.
"Ow."
"Shut up."
"What are you going to tie me to?" the girl said.
"I am going to tie you to the four bedposts," the woman said.
"You mean you are going to spread-eagle me?" the girl said.
"Baby, I am going to render you completely helpless," the woman said.
Becky Lynn then pulled at the girl's arm very hard, so hard that she hurt the girl badly, making her cry out.
Roberta Jean could feel tears welling in her eyes. Her eyes were becoming swollen and red. They felt as if they had sand in them.
There was a frightening moment or two when the girl thought the woman was going to break her arm from the way she yanked it.
Roberta Jean thought she was going to suffer the agonies of a compound fracture at either the wrist or the elbow.
But this did not happen. There was a moment when the girl thought the woman was going to yank her shoulder right out of the socket.
This did not happen either.
"I am going to tie your stringently," the woman said.
"Stringently?"
"So tight that you cannot move at all," the woman said. "Ohhhhhhhh."
"I am going to render you unadulteratedly helpless," the woman said.
Becky Lynn then used one of the thick pieces of hemp rope she had to tie the girl's left wrist to the bedpost.
"Ow wwwww ww w."
"Hush." "It hurts." "So?"
"You don't care?"
"I kind of get a bang out of it," the woman said.
Becky Lynn tied the rope around the girl's wrist and the bedpost as tight as she could.
'Too tight," the girl said.
"There is no such thing as too tight," the woman said.
"Owwwwwwww."
"Oh, stop being such a fucking baby," the woman said.
Roberta Jean could feel the rope burning at her wrist flesh.
"You are making marks that will take a long time to go away!"
"Yes, they will take days to fade after the bondage is removed."
Roberta Jean couldn't help but wonder how many days she'd be bound.
Becky Lynn put a tonic in the girl's drinking water to help her feel homy. Roberta Jean felt her cunt tingling.
"Owwwwwwww," the girl said.
The pain and the pleasure were already becoming confused for her.
"Please, no more," the girl begged.
"Shut up," the woman replied.
Roberta Jean could feel the rope gripping at her wrist so tightly that the circulation of blood to her hand was completely cut off.
Roberta Jean could tell without looking that her left fingertips had turned a deep purple color-the color of the head of an erection.
Roberta Jean could feel pins and needles forming in her fingertips-and she was smart enough about to ways of nature to know that she was not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for too much longer.
Roberta Jean knew that it was not going to be very long at all before she would not be able to feel anything in the tips of her fingers.
Or her fingers.
Or her whole hand.
Yes, soon her whole hand was going to be rendered completely feelingless by the bondage the woman administered.
Roberta Jean began to wiggle the fingers on her left hand and she found to her dismay that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. She could feel her knuckles getting stiffer and stiffer.
She could tell that soon she was not going to be able to wiggle her fingers at all.
Roberta Jean could tell that soon her left hand was going to be both motionless and feelingless from the woman's rope.
Because the head of the bed was pushed against the wall, the woman had to walk all the way around the foot to get to the other side, so she could repeat the bondage process with the other arm. The girl could not see but the woman took long strides, graceful strides with her hips swinging from side to side just right. She looked like a wild jungle beast who was encircling her helpless prey. And that was very much how the girl felt at that moment, like the woman's helpless prey.
Then the woman moved to the foot of the bed. The girl had her legs kicked back behind her toward the foot of the bed. She had her knees slightly bent and her knees and ankles were close together.
If the girl had bothered to give the matter any thought-which she did not-she would have realized that the woman was not going to allow her to stay in this position for long.
Becky Lynn jack-knifed at the waist and pulled the girl's legs apart as far as she could get them with a single outward sweep of her straightened arms. Her elbows were locked and she gripped the girl's finely turned ankles so tightly that her knuckles whitened.
Becky Lynn then hurriedly tied the girl's ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. The ropes fit snugly at the ankles and burned the flesh.
Roberta Jean could feel herself being rubbed raw down there-and she found that the bondage process was most painful at the sides of her ankles, where the skin was very close to the ankle bone without any meat to give elasticity.
Roberta Jean could feel the circulation of blood to her dainty feet being cut off by the woman's bondage.
Roberta Jean could tell, obviously without being able to see, that her toes were turning the same color as her fingertips.
Purple.
Roberta Jean knew her toes were a dickhead hue.
She could feel the pins and needles in her toes come and go, and then she felt herself lose the ability to wiggle all ten of her toes, just as she had earlier lost the ability to wiggle all ten of her fingers.
Roberta Jean realized that she could not move a muscle. She could tense and relax quite a few of her muscles.
But she couldn't move any of them. That is, with the exception of her head. Roberta Jean was able to lift her face.
She could get her precious kisser well off the bed and she could turn it from side to side, but she didn't want to.
She decided that it took more energy than it was worth to swing her head from side to side and to stretch her neck.
Roberta Jean correctly assumed that she was going to need all of the pooled energy she could muster before the sado-masochistic sex session was through.
Roberta Jean could feel the burning of desire in her cunt getting worse with each passing second. Then the woman said it.
"Now it is time for you to be whipped," the woman said.
"Huh?"
"You heard me."
"Whipped?" the girl asked, with horror in her voice.
"Yes, I am going to lash into you with a riding crop," the woman said.
"Please, no-what is a riding crop?" the girl said.
"It is a whip used on horses by riders," the woman said.
"And you are going to use it on me?" the girl asked. "Yes."
"But, that whip was not designed for human flesh," the girl said. "That is the whole point." "Is it?"
"Yes, the whip with welt your flesh upon contact," the woman said.
"Let me see the riding crop please," the girl said.
"All right, I can see no harm in that," the woman said.
"What is it made of?"
"I sense a stall tactic-but I will answer your questions." "I am seriously interested." "Why?"
"I might want to be a dominatrix bitch myself one day," the girl said.
"I see. The riding crop is made of fine black leather," the woman said.
"Is that what gives the horse whip its crack?" the girl said.
"Oh no, its what's inside the leather that gives it the crack." "What's that?" "A shoot of bamboo,"
"Where do you get good bamboo these days?" the girl asked.
"India. This one was imported from India, but the whip was made in England."
"How civilized."
"It's hard to get good leather in India," the woman said.
Becky Lynn held the whip in her right hand and squeezed it so tightly that her knuckles quickly whitened. She raised the whip high up over her head. She cocked the whip behind her neck a little bit. Roberta Jean bit her lip and held her breath and shut her eyes tightly and tried to make it all go away. Becky Lynn cocked the whip as if she were cocking the hammer of an old fashioned pistol before firing. Becky Lynn had a super-sadistic-yet still quite beautiful-expression on her face at that moment as she held the leather and bamboo riding crisp behind her head She paused in that position for what seemed to the girl like an eternity. Becky Lynn was smart enough and experienced enough in the ways of sado-masochistic sex to know that dread was an intrinsic part of any torture. But, as the whip must always do, it came down, and it came down as hard as the woman could make it come. The whip came down so hard that there was a whistling sound from the displaced air. Then:
CRACK!
The whip struck both of Roberta Jean's tender ass cheeks at the same time. The welt raised immediately. Becky Lynn told herself that she was going to make pretty patterns on the girl's ass with the riding crop.
The truth of the matter was that Roberta Jean heard the sound of the riding crop striking the cheeks of her ass a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
Roberta Jean did not realize until .later that this was because it took her central nervous system that long to get the message through her complicated network of nerve-endings, into her brain.
Then:
"OWWW WW WWW 1"
The pain struck home. The pain cut into Roberta Jean's brain like a knife. CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! CRACK!
"OWWWWWWWW!"
Chapter Eight
Becky Lynn brought the whip down again and again across Roberta Jean's creamy ass cheeks and Roberta Jean screamed bloody murder. . .
Becky Lynn was careful not to bring the whip down across the same spot twice, as she knew this would be a waste of time.
Becky Lynn knew that Roberta Jean's nerve-endings were being deadened and numbed by each blow. Becky Lynn could see no point in striking the younger girl where she could no longer feel it. CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Becky Lynn decided that she was not going to limit her blows with the riding crop to the cheeks of Roberta Jean's ass.
Becky Lynn decided that she was going to whip up and down the entire length of the backside of Roberta Jean's body.
Becky Lynn brought the whip down at the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of Roberta Jean's ass, and then at the small of Roberta Jean's back.
Becky Lynn brought the whip down at the flesh between Roberta Jean's rather sharp shoulder blades, and Roberta Jean found that the pain here was particularly sharp.
The older woman then began to whip at the backs of Roberta Jean's thighs.
CRACK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
CRACK!
Becky Lynn even brought the whip down across the backs of Roberta Jean's knees, where the pain seemed to be the worst of all.
Becky Lynn whipped Roberta Jean until her arm tired and she became bored with this form of abuse.
She tossed the riding crop away.
The dominatrix bitch tossed the whip aside carelessly. She did not even both to turn her head to see where it went.
The older woman then looked down at the girl and she could see what she had to do.
"Do you know what I am going to do to you?" Becky Lynn asked.
"What?"
"I am going to give you a good fucking," Becky Lynn said. "With a dildo?"
"That's right, with a long and thick dildo," the older woman said. "But-" "But what?"
"Aren't you going to have to flip me onto my back?" Roberta Jean asked. "Nope." "How come?"
"Because I am not going to fuck you in the cunt," the older woman said.
"Oh? Where, where are you going to fuck me?" Roberta Jean asked.
"I am going to fuck you in the ASSHOLE, baby," Becky Lynn replied.
"Know what?"
"What?"
"I have never been fucked in the asshole before," Roberta Jean said.
"You mean Cunningham never took you up the pooper?"
"He always said that he was afraid he would hurt me."
"Wow, he never had that consideration for me," Becky Lynn said.
"Sorry, I guess my anal cherry is doomed, huh?" Roberta Jean said.
Roberta Jean thought of fucking Aunt Samantha in the asshole. Aunt Samantha had gotten off on it-claiming that she could orgasm inside her colon.
Roberta Jean found herself wishing at that moment that deep-anal orgasms were the sort of thing that were hereditary.
She could feel a tingling in her asshole. Now that the whipping was through there was a tingling throughout her skin.
Roberta Jean could tell that the tingling in her asshole was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. Roberta Jean could not only feel the tingling of desire in her asshole growing more intense, but she could feel the tingling spreading as well.
Becky Lynn could tell that she was horny.
Roberta Jean could feel her anal desire spreading inward, into her tight tubular sphincter muscle-and then into her colon.
Roberta Jean could feel her desire growing.
"Since you have never been fucked in the ass before, I am going to give you a break." "Oh?" "Yes."
"What are you going to do for me?" "I am going to lubricate your ass and the dildo," Becky Lynn said. "Thanks."
"I don't have to, you know-you are my slave!" Becky Lynn said.
"I know, you don't have to," Roberta Jean replied in a small voice.
"Are you interested in what I use to lubricate the buggery."
"Yes. What are you going to use, Becky Lynn?" the girl asked.
"I am going to use petroleum jelly, baby," Becky Lynn announced.
"That stuff is pretty goddamned slippery," Roberta Jean commented.
Becky Lynn put on the dildo and covered it with the lubricant.
"I can't see what you are doing, Becky Lynn," Roberta Jean said.
"There is nothing for you to see," Roberta Jean said back sharply.
Becky Lynn pulled Roberta Jean's ravaged ass cheeks apart with her right hand.
"I am going to lubricate your asshole now," the older woman said.
She used her right hand to slap jelly onto Roberta Jean's rectum.
"Ummmmmmmm," the younger girl, the blonde said, or hummed.
Becky Lynn rubbed the jelly all around the bung with a circular motion.
"YesssSsss," Roberta Jean said, hissing now like a snake.
"Like that?"
"Uh huh."
Becky Lynn decided that it was time to push some of the jelly inside Roberta Jean's tender pink bung hole. She decided that she was going to use her middle finger to do it.
She placed the tip of her right middle finger right at the very center of the pink asterisk of Roberta Jean's asshole.
Becky Lynn paused for a deliciously long moment and then she snapped her wrist rather hard, harder than Roberta Jean expected.
Becky Lynn DROVE her finger into the girl's asshole. She pushed the tip of her longest digit right up past the rectum and past the sphincter.
Becky Lynn pushed the tip of her finger into the girl's colon and she wiggled it around in there. She worked her finger in and out of the bung.
Becky Lynn worked her finger as deep into Roberta Jean's asshole as she could get it, so that Roberta Jean's rectum gripped her digit at the third knuckle.
Becky Lynn then wiggled her finger around inside Roberta Jean's asshole playfully, touching here and there and everywhere inside Roberta Jean's colon with the fleshy part of her fingertip.
Becky Lynn began to work her finger in and out of the asshole.
Roberta Jean could feel her asshole being pushed and pulled by the motion of the finger. But it was only a tease. Roberta Jean thought these sensations were intense.
Ha!
Roberta Jean knew that these sensations were next to nothing compared to those she would experience when Becky Lynn did the same thing with the dildo.
Roberta Jean's mind once again slipped back in time and she was once again with Mr. Cunningham, her first lover, and it was her first fuck, and Mr. Cunningham had the entire length of his cock inside her cunt for the first time. Mr. Cunningham continued to push downward with his hips in spite of the fact that his cock was all the way inside her, and this created the illusion within Roberta Jean that the dick really was sinking deeper into her cunt.
Mr. Cunningham could feel the girl's cunt gripping at the entire length of his dick at once. She could feel something wet and sticky inside her cunt something that was not her natural lubrication but rather was blending with her natural lubrication.
Mr. Cunningham could feel his balls pressing harder than ever against the insides of Roberta Jean's parted ass cheeks, one testicle on either side of Roberta Jean's tingling and throbbing asshole.
Roberta Jean could feel the handsome man starting to work his hips in a series of slow and sensuous circles.
The girl could feel the handsome man using the head and shaft of his cock to stretch at her poontang's pink tissues.
Mr. Cunningham could feel his pecker stretching her inner cunt lips and inner cunt walls in all possible directions.
Roberta Jean could feel him using her, opening her, teasing her. "Please fuck me," she said.
"Do you want to get fucked slowly."
"No." "How?"
"I want to be fucked fast!"
"Do you want to be fucked gently?"
"No."
"How then?"
"I want to be fucked rough."
"I'll tell you what, I'll fuck you gently at first, rough later." "Fair enough."
The man pulled up with his hips and her inner cunt lips clung to his shaft. Now her cunt's tissues were being stretched as far as they could go in a new direction as the inner labia were pulled out and away from the rest of Roberta Jean's crotch by the raw girth of the handsome man's meat loaf. Mr. Cunningham pulled his cock out of her until only the head of his cock was inside her. She could look down between their bodies and she could see his cock. Then she realized what the wet and sticky substance inside her cunt was, the substance that was blending with her split peach's nectar. She saw red. It was blood. It was blood from her popped cherry-blood from her recently opened wound. Mr. Cunningham had a ring of blood around the very base of his cock. The man withdrew until Roberta Jean's inner cunt lips were desperately gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the top of the cock shaft just below the rim of the head. Then the man grunted and stabbed and he caught Roberta Jean off guard. Mr. Cunningham slammed the entire length of his cock into her cunt at once. Roberta Jean's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the baby blue pupils. She could feel a great pressure behind her orbs. There was a frightening moment or two when she thought her eyeballs were going to come popping out of her head. She realized after a frightening moment or two that she was more stunned than injured by the sudden penetration of her cunt from the handsome man's ten and a half inch prick. It was just that Roberta Jean was shocked. Roberta Jean, you have to understand, did not have the foggiest notion that it was possible for her cunt to go from being completely empty to being completely full with that kind of rapidity. Roberta Jean could hear her poontang make a wet farting noise as the violent violation from the handsome man's tube steak displaced gas, blood and cunt juice from the internal passageway, the freshly opened tunnel.
Mr. Cunningham began to fuck the girl with a smooth and steady motion and the girl could feel a harder and harder rush of pleasure coursing up and down the entire length of her spine each and every time Mr. Cunningham smacked the tip of his cock against her cervix on his way toward the very core of her womanhood deep inside her underbelly.
Mr. Cunningham did not have to fuck Roberta Jean for long before he made her come and he made her come in a brand new way-in a way in which Roberta Jean had never come before.
Mr. Cunningham gave the girl her first deep-vaginal orgasm. She found that it was shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes she had known in the past.
Roberta Jean thought the come Mr. Cunningham was giving her was great nonetheless, and it spread to envelope her, to affect each and every one of her nerve-endings. Roberta Jean could feel the climax in the tips of her fingers. Roberta Jean could feel her fantastic deep-vaginal sexual release all the way down in her toes.
Chapter Nine
The best thing about the new kind of orgasm, the deep-vaginal orgasm, Roberta Jean did not realize until the come was through.
That was when the long-legged towhead realized that the come had done nothing to suppress her urge to fuck Mr. Cunningham.
Roberta Jean found, if anything, that she wanted to get laid worse after the come than she did before, it. Her horniness was continuing to mount.
Roberta Jean knew then that there was no doubt she was going to come more than once during the course of the fuck.
Roberta Jean was really starting to suspect that the handsome man was going to make her come more times than she could count.
The man started out moving his narrow hips from side to side every bit as much as he moved them up and down.
Mr. Cunningham used his bold and curious cock head to explore the innermost nooks and crannies of her cunt.
Mr. Cunningham, however, steadily straightened out his fucking motion as he went along. He began to slap his loins against hers.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Roberta Jean could hear her inner cunt making a funny squishy noise. Her cunt was going squish-squash, squish-squash, squish-squash.
Roberta Jean liked that sound.
She could feel herself exploding into her second orgasm.
"You are making it happen to me, again," she said. "Go, baby."
"You are making it happen even better than the first time."
Her second come was longer and stronger than the first one had been.
She could STILL feel her pleasure continuing to mount. She came a third time and she found that this too was the best of the lot. She had other comes but she did not bother to count them all. She was no longer in the mood for numbers. Roberta Jean was too busy thinking about the intensity of the sensations the handsome man was giving her cunt by fucking her with his ten and a half inch dick. Roberta Jean felt a couple of times as if her cunt were going to be fucked inside out. She could feel the handsome man steadily increasing the tempo and the forcefulness of his humping motion until he was fucking very hard and fast.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Squish-squash.
Squish-squash.
She realized later on, when she thought back upon this in retrospect, that she probably would not have been able to count all of her orgasm even if she had been in the mood to try.
She could feel her orgasms blending together. It got to the point where the final spasm of one come coincided with the initial spasm of the following come so that she felt more like she was having one continuous growing come rather than a bunch of shorter comes all strung closely together as was actually the case.
She could feel her clitoris being battered back and forth by the top of his cock shaft just as she had earlier anticipated it would.
Roberta Jean could tell one thing for sure-she was not going to stop coming until the handsome man ended the act by spilling his seed inside her poontang. She could tell that this moment was not far away. Mr. Cunningham began to fuck Roberta Jean's cunt as hard as he could, so hard that his tensed and pressed together ass cheeks were a blur to the naked eye.
The man then stabbed the entire length of his cock into her cunt and he shot his wad. She came for the late time that fuck at that precise moment so that Roberta Jean and Mr. Cunningham came simultaneously. It was wonderful. That had been the beginning of a wonderful relationship. Roberta Jean and Mr. Cunningham had been fucking and fucking and fucking ever since.
Becky Lynn drove the head of the greased up dildo right inside Roberta Jean's asshole. Roberta Jean howled with the pain. Her asshole was on fire. She could tell that her bung hole was being forced to open further than it had ever opened before. She could tell that her asshole was being opened so far that all of the puckers in the rectum were smoothed. The head of the dildo turned Roberta Jean's asshole into a gaping mouth. Becky Lynn kept pushing and Roberta Jean could tell there was no way Becky Lynn was going to stop pushing until she had successfully managed to push the entire length of the dildo into Roberta Jean's asshole. Roberta Jean could feel the tip of Becky Lynn's black rubber dildo pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle into the softer and infinitely more elastic flesh of her colon. Roberta Jean could feel the pain fading away as her muscles surrendered to the inevitable complete violation. Roberta Jean could feel the pleasure starting to grow by the time Becky Lynn had eight inches of the dildo up her asshole.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
We asked Cindy Cooper, the author of this book, to describe herself in a few paragraphs. Here is what Ms. Cooper gave us:
"I am only eighteen years old and I think I am still growing as an erotic artist. I am hoping that, as I write more and more, and my personal experiences become more varied, I will be producing even better erotica. You want to know more about my personal experiences? Okay, tor one thing, I want to have a LOT more anal sex. I, if you really must know, have only been fucked in the ass one time, and I really liked it. I find that it is not as easy as it use to be to get a fellow to be sexually experimen-tative with me. I think it has something to do with our modern health scares. I yearn for the old days, when I was too young to be fooling around much, when everybody did everything with everybody. I feel as if I were born five years too late. I missed the sexual revolution, and I am forced to write to vicariously get my kicks. It is really a shame too because I am a hot chick with a lot upstairs and a charming personality to go with my bitchin' body."
