Ruth strutted about the small dressing room. Dressed only in high heeled shoes, bra and she presented a highly erotic sight to the eyes of the older man. His mouth fell open as he witnessed the wiggling of her plump ass cheeks and the jiggling of her perfect breasts.
He could feel his cock hardening under the coarse fabric of his tweed trousers. Sweat began to pour from his brow as the girl "accidentally" brushed her breasts against his shoulder and arm while she passed by him in her parade.
"Am I making things too hard for you?"
The man's face turned red as he followed the girl's gaze down to the very obvious bulge in his pants.
"Has something come up for you, Mr. Alexander?"
Burns had been right, the man thought to himself, the girl is an outrageous cock teaser.
The girl continued her strolling and exaggerated even more the swaying of her hips and thrusting outward of her firm boobies. The pressure in Gregg Alexander's crotch was growing unbearable.
He checked his urge to grab the girl and force her to submit to him. After all he wasn't an animal.
"Oh, I have an itch."
The man gasped as he watched the girl place her hand into her bikini panties. He could see a vague outline of her fingers behind the cloth as they moved about in her pubic area.
The girl removed her hand from its exploration and she held her fingers to the light. They were glistening!
The cunt had been finger fucking herself while I was watching, the man thought silently to himself.
"What time is it, Mr. Alexander?"
As a reflex, the man glanced at his watch and told the girl it was four-fifteen.
"Oh, my goodness, I have to be getting home, it's late."
She started to put her skirt on. For a large man, Alexander moved quickly.
He grasped her hands in "his and squeezed. The pressure caused the girl's hands to open and the skirt fell to the floor.
"You're not going any place until I tell you. You're not going to go off and leave me with a case of blue balls."
"I'll scream, Mr. Alexander."
The man clenched his fist and slammed it against the side of the girl's face. She staggered backwards from the blow.
His hand unzipped his fly and he brought out his monster organ. It stood thick and erect. He walked over to the girl and cruelly clamped his fingers on each side of her jaw.
Her mouth opened wide.
"Not with this stuffing will you scream."
CHAPTER ONE
Ruth Davidson giggled to herself at the obvious discomfort she was causing Mr. Burns, the assistant dean at Hill Forest High School. The man was turning red faced, and trying to avert his gaze from Ruth's shapely legs.
The sixteen year old blonde had been delegated by the Drama Club to discuss with Mr. Burns, the facilities available to them for the holiday play they were putting together.
Ruth was an attractive girl with a fine developing figure that gave promise it would be stunning when she reached full maturity. From the looks of her swelling chest, that time would not be far off.
The girl was involved in virtually every activity that went on in her school. Her interest was not so much in the events and societies themselves, but rather in the fact that, she did not look forward to going home after school.
Ruth's mother was never there for the girl to talk to, and discuss the vital matters that always seem to passionately involve teen age girls. Mrs. Davidson had a high powered job with a real estate firm.
She spent long hours, including weekends, on the job and on the rare occasions when she was home, she would bring work with her to do in the study of the Davidson's well furnished home.
Her father, James Davidson, was sales manager for a plumbing supply company and he was on the road travelling for long periods of time. Ruth adored her father, but he was never there when she needed him.
On those infrequent times when all three were home together, and no one was doing any office work in the study, her mother and father would retire to their bedroom and spend hours together behind the locked door.
Ruth would listen at the closed door and hear the sounds of their lovemaking. Her pulse would quicken and her crotch would dampen, as the juices inside her own tender pussy would start to flow, excited by the sounds emanating from inside her parents' room.
She would often bitterly wonder why they couldn't spend any time with her instead of just screw whenever they could. She knew that it was right for them to make love, after all they were married. But couldn't they spend any time with her?
The girl would flee to her room and after locking the door, masturbate herself to climax. Imagining as she worked her fingers over her clit and into her pussy, that they were her lover's strong hard organ.
She'd moan and squirm on the bed as the fingers worked on her excited bud. Wet sounds would begin to issue from between her legs as the juices flowed in ever increasing quantity as the pitch of her excitement rose.
After a while, the girl would leave her door unlocked, hoping that her parents would walk in on her and surprise her in the act of self abuse.
She had a little speech all prepared for the event.
"What are you so surprised and shocked about. Gee, you never spend any time with me on those few evenings that you're both home together. You can't wait to jump into bed and fuck your asses off."
She imagined that their responses would be of remorse, and they would vow never to neglect her again.
Then she used her imagination to build even further and she would picture both her mother and father coming into bed with her. They'd all undress and the three of them would hold each other.
Slowly they would kiss, and then in a tangle of legs and arms, they would all be making love together. Her father would share his fat cock with both her and her mother.
Neither one of the women would mind it when he planted his prick deep into the wet cunt of the other. In fact, mother and daughter would part the lips of the other's vagina in order to facilitate the passage of the cock into the depths of the steaming hole.
As the image took over her consciousness, Ruth found her orgasm overwhelming her in a violent wave of throbbing sensation. Her hand would fall from her wet cunt and she would doze off in a troubled nap.
"Miss Davidson."
The man's voice reached through her day dream.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Burns. I guess I had something on my mind."
"I was saying, Miss Davidson, that this is a bad time for us to discuss the play with you. I've got a faculty meeting for which I'm already late. Can you return after your last class, say at three thirty?"
The man was still staring at the nubile body of the attractive junior sitting in front of him. The girl had crossed her legs, and her too short skirt had hiked up past mid-thigh.
The assistant dean's inner eye was staring at the expanse of creamy white flesh that was exposed to his view. The girl further added to the allure by sitting very erect with her shoulders thrown back.
In that posture her apple sized breasts were threatening to cut through the material of her tight sweater. Burns could feel a hardon begin to grow and he was suddenly embarrassed.
The girl was not unaware of the effect her body was having on the man. She had chosen her outfit with special care in the morning. She knew that she would be seeing the attractive assistant dean that day and she wanted to come across as a sexy female.
She had reasoned from her experiences with her own parents that men would pay attention to a girl if they would hold out the promise of sex to them.
If attention from people could be had no other way, then Ruth would not shy away from the sensual projecting of her young lithe body.
She had wanted to discuss this with her mother, but the older woman kept on putting her off. She was in the midst of a large shopping center deal and couldn't spare the time necessary to sit down and advise her daughter.
"In a couple of days, Ruth, I'll sit down with you, but right now it's impossible. I'm going to have to spend hours on these contracts."
"But mom, it'll only take a few minutes. I've got to get some advice from you. Please."
"Ruth, I'm sorry, but it will just have to wait."
Ruth left her mother sitting at the desk, and she kicked at the dog who ran whimpering off to hide in a corner. Her father was out of town as usual. There was no one to talk to.
She just had to have people pay attention to her. She couldn't join any more clubs in school. She belonged to just about all of them now. And they were group situations.
She had to have a one on one situation where someone would be interested in her and care for her.
Roger Burns represented the first opportunity for her to experiment on. He wasn't too old, maybe early thirties, and he was good looking. She arranged the appointment the next day at school after volunteering to act as liaison between the club and the school administrator.
She knew men were turned on by sexiness in women and so she had put on what she considered to be her sexiest outfit.
"You're day dreaming again, Miss Davidson."
The man's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Burns, I don't know what got into me. You were saying to meet you after class. Sure, I can do that."
"Fine, I'll see you then."
"OK, Mr. Burns, have a good day."
The girl got up from her chair to leave. The man didn't rise but continued to sit on the chair opposite the one Ruth had just vacated. Ruth could swear she detected a lump in his crotch.
She danced out of the office full of excitement.
"It worked! It worked! I can get a man interested in me. I can!"
The girl shouted to herself as she half ran to her next class. Some of the guys in the corridor turned to watch her, as she trotted past them, tits bouncing under the sweater.
The rest of the school day seemed to take forever to pass, as Ruth chafed impatiently, waiting for the day to be over. The academic day, that is. Her real day would start back in Mr. Burns' office.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the bell sounded, ending the last period. There was a rush as the students ran from the gothic building. Most were heading home or to part time jobs.
Others ran to the locker rooms to change into practice uniforms from the various teams. Clusters of others formed, and formulated plans for dates, parties and the like.
But Ruth was alone as she practically flew to the assistant dean's office. She knocked on the door. No answer.
She knocked again and was greeted by a muffled voice, bidding her to come in. She turned the handle and walked back into the familiar office.
The man was sitting behind his desk this time. He looked more relaxed. Since the school day was over, he had removed his jacket and loosened his tie.
He looked more natural that way. Less like a teacher and more like the man next door.
"Come in, Ruth. Sit down."
The girl did as she was asked and made certain once again, as she seated herself, to arrange for her skirt to creep up her thigh as it had done earlier in the day.
She could feel the man's eyes straining to catch a glimpse of every inch of smooth skin. She smiled. It was still working. He would pay attention to her.
They began to discuss the needs of the Drama Club in the way of props, rehearsal space and similar aspects of the big holiday play.
The girl leaned forward and her breasts were only inches away from his face as she went over the lists, she had prepared of materials and equipment. One point puzzled the man and Ruth went around to his side of the desk and leaned very close to him.
So close in fact, that her breast did indeed brush against his shoulder and her thigh caressed the rough fabric of his tweed trousers.
The man broke out into a cold sweat. Erotic thoughts raced through his fevered brain and he tried to dismiss them.
"C'mon, Burns, she's just a kid. Jail bait! I'm supposed to set an example, not try to seduce them!"
Burns carried on a conversation with himself as the closeness of the nubile teenager drove his cock harder and stiffen He tried moving in his chair, so as to get away from the warm, soft presence of the girl's body, but to no avail.
The girl moved with him and the contact was maintained.
"Mr. Burns, you're so helpful. I really appreciate it. You're not at all what I thought you'd be."
"And what did you think I'd be like, Miss Davidson?"
"Would you please do me a favor?"
"If I can."
"Please call me Ruth."
"OK, Ruth it is. Now would you please tell me why you think I'm different from the others in the school."
"Well, they're all so old in spirit. They live in a different world. They look at us kids like we're a pain in the you-know-what."
"Ruth!"
"Well, it's true, Mr. Burns. You're an angel compared to them."
On impulse, Ruth bent over and kissed the man on his cheek. The man couldn't believe what was happening. He started to protest but the girl took his head in her hands and crushed it gently into her soft, but firm chest.
The action just about destroyed the last shred of restraint that the older man had left. His balls were beginning to hurt him. The continuous pressure of his hardon was transmitting pain to the twin balls of erotic flesh hanging between his legs.
Remembering his situation, he made one last attempt to stop the scene from continuing on to a point of no return.
"Ruth, we're getting a little bit too close here. Why don't you sit down over there and we can continue talking about the play."
"I don't want to move away from you, Mr. Davidson, I like being near you and touching you."
The school administrator felt his defenses crumble. He could no longer hold off what was going to ensure. The way his cock was reacting to the teenager, he no longer wanted to escape the situation.
He rose from his seat and grabbed Ruth. He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him. He pressed her breasts against his chest. With his other arm he reached down and around her firm ass.
With palm outspread he brought her bottom up to his crotch and pressed her sweet soft flesh into the hardness of his swollen cock, hidden only by the fabric of his trousers.
The girl trembled. She felt she was getting into more than she could handle.
"Mr. Burns, what are you doing?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing? You've been rubbing your tits on me since you got here. You've been pressing your thighs against mine. What the hell do you think you've been doing?"
"But Mr. Burns, I just wanted you to like me. That's all."
"That's all? That's all? When I was a kid, we used to call that kind of girl by a certain name. I think the name still fits today."
"What name is that?"
"Cock teaser. That's what the name is and it sure as hell fits you."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. Burns. I didn't mean to get you all worked up like that. I'm terribly sorry."
"Well, being sorry isn't going to do my prick any good, is it?"
"Gee, I don't know what to say, sir."
"Well, there isn't anything you can say at this point in the game, Ruth."
"I don't understand."
"But there is something that you can do about it."
"What, Mr. Burns?"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing, Ruth. Here you raise a king sized hardon on me, and then like sweet miss virgin, you don't know what you can do about it."
"But I am a virgin, Mr. Burns."
"The proper tense is was, Miss Davidson."
"Was what?"
"Was a virgin, dear."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're going to lose your virginity right now, to me, in this office."
"No, Mr. Burns. NO!"
The older man's hand flew out and cracked across the girl's face. She staggered beneath the force of the blow and sat down heavily in the chair.
The man walked over to the door and carefully locked it. When he returned to face the girl, she could see the huge bulge in his pants.
The girl began to sob. Her shoulders shook and icy fingers of terror reached into every part of her body. The man looked at her and his eyes held no mercy for her.
"OK, little cunt cock teaser. The door is locked and there is nobody on the floor this late. It's time to make you take care of the matter that you started."
Ruth looked up at the man and shuddered.
"What do you want me to ... to do?"
"You really take first prize, you little bitch. What do I want you to do? In that whining voice of yours. You fucking well know what I want you to do."
"Honest, Mr. Burns, I don't know."
"Shit, are you really that dumb?"
The girl hung her head down.
"Well, the first thing you can do is get undressed. Let me see what those tits you've been rubbing against me look like."
The girl didn't move.
"I'm warning you, Ruth. I'll ask you only once more. After that I won't ask again."
The girl remained impassive.
The man strode up to her and began to slap her back and forth across her face. Angry red marks appeared on her smooth cheeks and tears began to run down her face.
"Stop! Stop! Please stop. I'll do it. I'll do it, only please stop!"
The man lowered his hands and stepped back from the girl. She rose to her feet and swaying, grabbed hold of the back of the chair for support.
The pain of his blows had given way to warm feelings that stung a bit, but had a sort of nice warmth to them.
Her hands went to the bottom of her sweater and she began to draw the garment up.
"Wait!"
Surprised, Ruth looked at the man and breathed a sigh of relief. He had changed his mind.
"Wait. Leave your sweater on, I've got a better idea. You have to be punished for what you did to me. Take off your skirt and panties. Leave your sweater on for the time being."
The girl did as the man instructed her. It only took a few seconds for her to unhook her skirt and to pull her panties down. She bent down and picked the articles off from around her ankles, and placed them on the chair.
She was suddenly very embarrassed. From the waist up she was fully clothed, but from the waist down she was stark naked. Her lush pubic hair was open to the man's staring eyes and her buttocks shivered in the cool temperature of the office.
"Not bad, not bad. I see you're a real blonde. Not bad.""
The girl blushed deep red and prayed for the floor to open up and swallow her, shame and all.
"Come over here!"
Ruth obeyed the man's command and walked over to where the man was sitting. She was very self conscious in her nakedness.
"Lie across my lap!"
The girl hesitated. What did the man want from her?
"Come on, be quick. Lie down with your face to the floor!"
Ruth moved and positioned herself in the way the man had ordered her. Her bare buttocks were across his clothed lap, and her legs and upper torso hung down on either side of him.
She could feel the rough material of his trousers on her tender pussy. She couldn't mistake the pressing of his hardon into her naked crotch. She lay there and waited for the man to make the next move.
The move wasn't long in coming. She could feel his body tense before his hand landed hard on her naked rump. Waves of pain radiated through her young body.
As she started to cry out, another blow landed. Then another and another.
The girl was getting spanked by the assistant dean. Her bare ass was rapidly getting sore and tender from the blows.
From above, the man watched the effect of his blows as they rained down on her defenseless buttocks. All of the frustrations of her cock teasing were concentrated in the power of his spanking.
The girl began to cry softly as the pain grew more and more intense. Her first feelings of humiliation and embarrassment had been supplanted by the actual physical pain she was enduring.
The man was inflamed by the sight of the teenager's naked ass as it turned redder and redder from the thunderous blows registering on it. He lost control as he watched trickles of blood begin to flow from cuts that his fingernails had made in the tender flesh.
He wasn't aware of the pleas that sobbed out from the girl's twisted mouth. At last he tired of the sport and his hands fell to his sides.
The girl was puzzled, but happy that the punishment had ended.
"Get up, cunt!"
Ruth scrambled to her feet but as she straightened up, waves of intense pain shot through her body. Her ass was as sore as could be. Naked, she stood in front of her tormentor.
"Now you can get all the way undressed," he ordered.
Deathly afraid to antagonize the man any further, Ruth's fingers practically flew to her sweater, and in a second it had joined the other clothes on the chair. Next her bra was unhooked, and she stood completely nude in front of the man.
"Wow, that's some pair of knockers. Real beauties."
Although only sixteen years old, Ruth was sufficiently female to glow in the admiration that the man was showing for her body. She began to relax.
As the man watched, his hands dropped to the waist of his pants. In a few seconds, his trousers and shorts fell to the floor and encircled his ankles. He stepped out of them and Ruth stared at the huge stiff prick that was sticking straight out from his groin.
"This is what you caused, Ruth. You'll have to take care of it."
The girl turned pale as the full implication of what the man had been talking about took hold of her.
"But I really am a virgin, Mr. Burns. Really. You wouldn't want to do that to me, would you?"
Burns thought to himself for a moment. What he was doing with the girl was insane enough. He didn't really want to deflower the child as well. A smile wreathed his face as he came up with the solution.
"OK, you little cock teaser, I'll let you keep your precious cherry."
Ruth let out a sigh of relief and smiled at her benefactor.
"You can suck it down instead."
The smile left the girl's face.
"What did you say?"
"You know perfectly well what I said. You're going to suck me off. Go down on me. Give me a blow job. Give me head. Now, do you know?"
The girl numbly nodded her head.
The man walked towards the girl, his cock bobbing in the air in front of him. He reached her, roughly buried his hand in her hair and wrenched her down to a kneeling position in front of him.
The rough handling had brought tears to her eyes, but the man was oblivious to her pain. The change in her posture brought back floods of pain from her ravaged ass. Each cell seemed to be sending a signal of excruciating discomfort to her brain. She lowered her head down and cried.
Again the hand in her hair pulled, and more waves of agony shot through her tormented body. As her head was jerked upwards, his free hand grabbed her jaw and crudely forced her mouth open.
Before she could say a word or even gasp out the hurt, her mouth was stuffed with the assistant dean's swollen cock. The big prick filled up every available inch of space in her young mouth.
She began to gag, but the fingers tightened in her hair again and she willed herself to endure.
"OK, cock teaser, let's get rid of your old name. Let's start on your new name, cock sucker. Suck my cock, you little whore bitch!"
Ruth had never gone down on anybody before this and panicked as she worried about what to do. But she had talked with enough girl friends and read enough books to have some idea of what giving head amounted to.
Obediently she began to move her head back and forth, forcing the stiff shaft to be squeezed between her pursed lips. Her tongue tentatively flicked out to lick all around the plunging prick.
She savored the taste of his maleness. Heavy but nice. The contrasts playing on her tongue from his organ were a turn on for her. Smooth skin for a half inch and then a bulging bump where an engorged vein made its way around the organ.
She explored his cock the way a child licks at a delicious lollipop. The analogy swept into her brain and she smiled. She was licking at a flesh lollipop. A lollipop that her own teasing, her own cock teasing had constructed.
The man was being moved by her sucking and he began to hump his hips back and forth which had the effect of fucking her tender mouth.
The girl reached up to grab hold of that part of his stiff prick which was outside of her mouth. Her soft slim fingers delicately stroked the slick organ. Slick from the saliva of her mouth and the juice that was beginning to seep from the hole in the tip of his cock.
The man's fingers left their resting place in the hair on her head and instead placed themselves on the sides of her face. He was holding her to his cock, making sure she wouldn't let go of his excited prick.
The girl settled into an easy pattern of handling, licking and sucking the man's organ. Once her hand slipped, and the fingers brushed against the hairy pouch that held his balls.
The man's gasp of pleasure told her that the sac was a source of joy to him, and she began to cup the flesh marbles in her palm and stroked the wrinkled skin.
The girl was pleased by the man's reaction to this, her first blow job. She had always been secretly fascinated by blow jobs. Although she would never admit it to her friends, she had often wondered what it would be like to suck on a boy's prick and make him come that way.
Well, she was finding out all right. And not with a boy's prick either! The cock she was working on was a man's cock! A large, thick organ that she had trouble swallowing up in her young mouth.
Her fellation continued and she kept her fingers active as they worked on his shaft and balls. The moans began to come faster and louder from the man standing before her.
She sneaked a look up at the man as he towered over her kneeling body and she smiled. His eyes were closed and he was looking up at the ceiling. His hands had left her face and were flapping aimlessly at his sides.
The man was totally under her control. Under the control of her mouth that is. Her devotion to his horny prick was transporting him to a world of ecstasy and eroticism.
Proud of her accomplishment, despite the fact that this was the first time she had ever given head to anyone, the girl redoubled her attention and devotion to the man's cock.
Semen was seeping rapidly from the hole and she liked the taste of it as it ran around her mouth and then was swallowed up by her throat. It was thickish and had a sweetish salty taste to it.
Her jaws were aching from the effort of keeping her mouth open around the huge prick but she endured the discomfort.
A trembling began to transmit itself through the cock she was sucking on. The man shuddered and then shuddered again.
A shriek rented the air of the small office, and Ruth found herself being the receptacle for shots of hot sauce that were exploding out of the man's cock.
She was startled by the unexpected even flow as a reflex action began to move her head away. Two strong hands roughly took hold of her head and forced it back, over and on the ejaculating organ.
Gob after gob of the white shit salvoed into her aching mouth and she was hard pressed to swallow it all down. Trickles of the juice escaped and dripped past her chin and onto her pert upturned tits.
Her nipples lost their brown color as they were stained by the white gism. The man regained his voice.
"Suck it dry, you cock sucking bitch! Suck my cock dry! Get every drip out of my balls! Drink it all down, you cock sucking cunt!"
The girl's mouth was working overtime to drink down all of the liquid tribute that was being poured into it.
At last it was over. Ruth's suctioning power had vacuumed out of his cock and balls, every drop of spunk he had stored and hidden away. He was bone dry. She had done her work well. She was now a full-fledged cock sucker.
The man pulled his shrinking cock out of the girl's mouth. He looked down at his fellatrix. He smiled.
She smiled back at him. He helped her to her feet and assisted her as she got dressed. She found it difficult to move. The blows on her ass were paining her.
He quickly replaced his shorts and pants on his well built frame. Once they were both fully dressed and presentable again, he lectured her about being a cock teaser.
"Maybe it's the best thing that you learned the lesson about men from me. Somebody else might not have been so gentle. Be careful."
"Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Burns, I really appreciated it and enjoyed it too."
The girl blew him a kiss and ran out of the office.
CHAPTER TWO
Ruth couldn't believe the range of feelings she was experiencing as she left the assistant dean and went out into the sunshine of the bright day.
Each step that she took, forcefully brought back the feelings of the spanking that she had received at his hands. She hadn't been spanked like that since she had been a child.
The sensations from her half moon buttocks were painful, but the pain seemed to serve as a reminder of the experience she had just undergone. Yes, there was pain, but it had been caused at least by someone who had taken some interest in her. Even if for the wrong reason.
The teenager savored the taste of the gism, traces of which were still in her mouth. She decided she liked the flavor. Mr. Burns had done her a favor by the way he had treated her.
A smile crept over her features as she decided she owed him something. One day soon she would repay him" She ran to get the bus and soon arrived home.
As usual, no- one was in the comfortable house and a note awaited her on the hall table. It was from her mother. It explained that she would be home very late and that Ruth should prepare her own dinner.
Her father was out of town, and that meant the girl would be alone for the rest of the day and evening. The bout she had with Burns gave her the strength to endure the solitude without becoming too depressed.
She raced through her homework, prepared a light supper for herself, and then buried herself in television until it was time to go to sleep. She was still awake when she heard her mother's key in the door.
She didn't want to talk to the woman, and she jumped into bed and pretended she was sleeping when the older woman looked in on her. Ruth slept well.
Her dreams were filled with images of cocks and mouths. Organs of all sizes, shapes and colors were thrust into her mouth and she eagerly fellated them all. She awoke fully refreshed and ready for a new day.
It was Friday, and after school was over she'd have two days off to relax and take it easy. She had a date at night with Tom Morgan and she smiled as she thought about him.
Tom was a college man. He was big and strong enough to have been given a football scholarship by the university in town. His home was down state and Tom had fixed up a small apartment for himself near the campus.
As Ruth went through the day at school, she wondered what the boy had in mind for their date. A troubled look came over her face as she recalled the hard time she had given him the other week.
"Mr. Burns must be right, I am a cock teaser," she thought to herself, "I was teasing Tom unmercifully last week."
The girl mused about that for a while and then dismissed it from her mind as she tried to concentrate on the biology lecture. The teacher droned on and on, and Ruth grew bored.
Memories of her encounter with Burns flooded back again, and she allowed her thoughts to concentrate on her sexual initiation. Even lectures, boring ones included, eventually end and soon Ruth was once again on her way home.
The familiar note was waiting for her on the table and Ruth merely glanced at it before crumpling it up and discarding it.
As she threw it into the trash, she found herself wishing that the deal would fall through for her mother. She resented the attention her job received from her. Attention that should by rights have gone to her.
Tom called for her just after eight. Ruth had spent about an hour, fixing herself up so that Tom would be proud to be with her. After all, an older man doesn't want to be seen with a kid.
Tom was quite a catch for a sixteen year old, considering that she was just a high school student and he was a college man. And on the football team to boot. Ruth knew that she was in for some stiff competition.
Tom seemed eager to see her, but he seemed a little strained as they exchanged the small talk that started off their evening. His eyes kept trying to peer into the vee made by Ruth's sharply plunging blouse.
Ruth had chosen the blouse purposely, knowing that it hinted at the bountiful harvest awaiting behind the smooth cloth. She arranged herself on the seat of the car and in the restaurant they went to have dinner, so that the effect on the man would be continuous.
Tom tried to keep up a steady conversation with his date but he kept on finding himself trying to catch a glimpse of the firm tits that he knew were just eluding his sight.
Tom had chosen a small Italian restaurant, and the pair ate a very nice dinner, capped off with a small bottle of wine. Ruth looked so mature in her ensemble that no one thought she was underage.
After dinner, Tom asked the girl what she wanted to do.
"I thought we might go to the movies, Tom."
"Nah, I don't want to waste the night going to see some dumb film."
"What would you like to do?"
"I thought we might go back to my apartment and listen to some of my new records. What do you say?"
"I don't think my parents would be too happy about that, Tom,"
"You don't have to tell them, Ruth."
"That's true, OK, Let's go."
The young man's face wore a look of triumph as they walked towards his car. He even went ahead and opened the door for the girl. As they drove towards his apartment building, Tom seemed to be looser and more relaxed than he had been in the restaurant.
They arrived there in a few minutes and, after parking the car, the two of them walked hand in hand up the stairs to his third floor apartment.
Entering the apartment, Tom made a show of pointing out the features of the otherwise plain looking rooms. Ruth was very impressed since Tom was the only man she knew who had his own place.
Tom had a bottle of wine in the kitchen, and he brought it out into the living room along with two glasses. Over her futile protests, he poured each glass almost full to the brim.
He proposed a toast and urged the girl to down her drink. Ruth drank only half of it, since the wine she had at dinner had made her a little high already.
Although Tom had motioned for her to sit on the sofa with him, Ruth had opted for a chair where she sat alone. Again she went through the same routine she had used with Mr. Burns.
She crossed her legs and Tom gaped at the lovely firm flesh of her thighs. The top button of her blouse had opened and she didn't bother to close it. Tom's cock jumped under his jeans as he stared at the twin orbs almost ready to burst out of their cloth prison.
The man put a pile of records on his phonograph and the two of them began to dance. It was very romantic. Just the two of them, away from everyone else. The tunes and melodies transported them into a very warm mood.
Ruth's coquettishness returned, and she began to rub her body against Tom's. He shivered as she felt the pointed breasts pressing into his chest and the soft leg caressing his.
He had been looking forward to this date with the younger girl. He was turned on by her body and he felt he could score with her. It had been a long time since he had gotten laid, and he was tired of jerking off all by himself.
Tom had always been successful with girls and the sudden dry spell he was undergoing disturbed him. He needed some action and tonight was going to be the night to get some.
He began to press and rub his body against the girls. The music played on and the couple moved in time to its tempo. The subtleties of their body contact grew more blatant and his lips stole down to her neck.
The girl shivered under the sensation of his kiss. She tightened her embrace around him. It was so romantic. She closed her eyes. The record ended.
Tom made no move to put some new records on the machine.
"Aren't you going to play any more records, Tom?"
"No, Ruth, we're not going to play any more records, we're going to play with each other."
"What are you talking about, Tom?"
"Come on, Ruth, you know what I'm talking about. We've been going out for a couple of weeks now and the way you've been rubbing up against me, I can't take it anymore."
"Tom, I dance close to you because I like you. It doesn't mean I want to go to bed with you."
The man felt a rage building inside his body. He was horny and no little girl was going to stop him from getting action and getting his rocks off.
Ruth could see the anger in his face and she was frightened. She hadn't intended to get Tom all worked up, but she wasn't expecting to go to bed with him. Despite her experience with the assistant dean, she still was a virgin and she planned to hold on to her cherry for a while longer.
"Tom, what are you doing?"
The girl stared open wide eyed as the man began to take his clothes off. First his shirt, and then his pants were taken off and thrown on the floor. A huge bulge was tenting out his shorts.
But not for long. Soon this garment also joined the others on the floor and the football player was standing stark naked in front of his young date.
For the second time that week, Ruth was staring at a huge male organ. Stiff with lust and aimed directly at her innocent young body.
"Strip, Ruth."
"No, Tom, let's talk about this for a bit."
"The time for talking is past, Ruth. You've got me too worked up. We'll talk afterwards."
"Tom, if you don't get dressed, I'm going to walk right out of here. I'll forget what you did if you put your clothes back on."
"OK, cunt. You asked for this."
Through frightened eyes, Ruth watched the large naked man walk towards her. Frozen into inaction, she watched the clenched fist move swiftly towards her jaw. Then she ceased seeing anything.
She shook her head as she regained consciousness. Her jaw ached and she felt chilly. When her eyes focused, she looked down and blushed. She was naked.
Not only were her clothes removed, but the man was busily running his hands over her lush tits and probing with his finger into the hairy pubic area between her legs.
"Tom. what are you doing?"
"C'mon, Ruth, you're not a dummy. You know what I'm doing. I'm enjoying your body, that's what I'm doing."
"Stop that and let me get dressed. You're crazy, Tom."
The man's hand swept out again, and with open palm slapped against the young girl's cheek. The blow brought tears to her eyes.
"Ow! What's gotten into you?"
"No, my little bitch. Nothing's gotten into me. But I'm going to get into you. With this nice fella."
Tom grasped his hardon with his hand and shoved it at the girl for emphasis. Ruth shrank back at the close up view of Tom's prick. It was a monster. Tom was a big man and his male organ was of a matching size.
He laughed obscenely and walked into the kitchen. When he was gone, Ruth looked around for her clothes. She would dress and leave this mad place. But her garments were nowhere in sight.
Tom walked back into the room carrying a length of rope in his hand.
"Looking for something, Ruth?"
"Yes, I am. Where are my clothes, Tom?"
"Clothes? What do you need clothes for, Ruth? Nobody fucks with their clothes on."
"What are you doing with that rope?"
"You'll find out soon enough, bitch."
"Don't talk to me like that, Tom."
"I'll talk to you any way I want to. I'm tired of having blue balls after every date we have. I'm going to do something about it. But first I'm going to teach you a lesson."
"Teach me a lesson?"
"That's right. When I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you."
The girl's mood had turned very serious. She looked at Tom with cold eyes.
"That's hardly likely, Tom. Now give me my clothes or I'll scream."
The man, moving rapidly for the size of his body, grabbed the girl and clapped one big hand over her mouth. Ruth could not make a sound with the hand covering her.
He dragged her over to a table and he rummaged in the drawer with his free hand and came up with a large handkerchief. Awkwardly he tied it around her head, making a crude but effective gag.
As he tied her hands behind her back with the cord he had brought in from the kitchen, he teased the girl.
"Think you're smart, dry humping me while we're dancing? Well, Miss Davidson, we'll see just how smart you are. Won't we?"
He laughed as he saw the girl straining to talk. The gag in her mouth prevented anything but gurgling sounds to issue from her.
Ruth strained to make herself understood to the man, but it was no use. Tom had tied the handkerchief tightly around her head, and it cut into the sides of her mouth and jaw.
She tried to signal the man with her eyes but he was not the least bit interested in the girl's plight. He just stood and looked at her. His cock was poised like a giant battering ram.
After staring at her for what seemed to be hours, he walked over and undid the bonds holding her arms tied behind her back. Ruth was relieved. Perhaps he realized the error of his ways and was going to release her.
Her joy was short lived. Tom grabbed her by the hair, and half dragged her to the wide archway connecting the living room with the vestibule. A steel chinning bar ran from one side of the archway to the other.
The chinning bar was placed high up to allow for Tom's six plus feet of height. On her toes, Ruth could barely have reached it with her finger tips. As easily as if he were hefting a bag of feathers, Tom tied the helpless girl to the bar.
He tied her to the bar by binding her hands together over the bar. When he was finished, the girl hung suspended in air like a carcass in the butcher's freezer.
Desperation shone in her silent eyes as she watched with a terrified look, at the man who had trussed her up. The sight moved Tom to gales of laughter and his enjoyment of the situation rang through Ruth's body.
"Well, well. Don't we look high and mighty now, duchess."
He walked over to her and grabbing hold of her ass cheeks, spun the poor girl around. Her body spun like a top and the ropes holding her hands fast wound up and cut through the soft skin.
Ruth looked up and saw the trickles of red fluid begin to run down her arms after staining the cord binding them.
Ruth caught a reflection of the scene in a mirror hanging on the opposite wall. She gasped at the scene. It was depravedly obscene.
She was slowly swaying as she dangled from the chinning bar. Her breasts were jiggling and her ass cheeks quivered with the motion. Tom was standing and his cock was jutting out in front of him, ready for whatever he had in mind for the girl.
Her shoulders and arms began to ache. They were not used to the strain of supporting her entire weight in a hanging position. Her face began to reflect the pain she was suffering.
As the lines of torment began to etch themselves on the young girl's features, Tom reacted with an ever increasing smile. He was determined to make the girl suffer.
After a few minutes of this sport, the man started to take a more active role in Ruth's predicament. He went over to her hanging body and began to fondle her nude flesh, and poked his fingers into the various body openings.
His bear-like paws cupped her firm breasts and he squeezed at the yielding flesh. A curious sort of pain went through her body. Hurting, yet sensual. Ruth was puzzled by her own reactions.
After playing with her boobs for a while, he moved over to her side and with one hand probed the opening to her asshole, while the other explored the wet depths of her virgin vagina.
The girl broke out into a sweat as he defiled her most private parts. Tom ignored her obvious suffering as he continued to plumb the innermost parts of her anatomy.
He brutally pushed his finger past the tight ring guarding her asshole, and a sharp jab of pain went through her body. In defense, the girl kicked out at the man with her unfettered feet and caught the unsuspecting man in his groin.
Tom doubled up in pain and moved to a crouching position in an attempt to ease the hurt. He waited until the pain went away. When he looked up at the girl, there was fire and anger in his eyes.
He left her and went into the other room, which was the bedroom. The girl waited fearfully for him to reappear. She did not have long to wait. He strode back in, carrying a leather belt in his right hand.
A frigid chill went through the girl's body as she saw the object.
"OK, you mother fucking bitch, I've had just about all I'm going to take from you. Now it's your turn to get it."
Without another word, the man lashed at Ruth's naked defenseless body with the heavy belt. The blows rained on her body and raised ugly welts.
No part of her nude torso was immune from the cascading leather deluge. Her body was being presented for each blow by the force of the previous one. A lash hitting her on the back would whirl her hanging body around so that her front would be presented for the next one.
In a matter of just a few minutes, the defenseless girl's body was a mass of welts, cuts and bruises. The tears ran down her cheeks as she wept silently over the fate that had befallen her.
Her tender breasts were mounds of twin agony. Her brown nipples were coated with a film of red and felt as if needles were piercing them. Her eyes pleaded silently for Tom to stop his merciless beating of her vulnerable body.
Tom did stop. But not out of compassion for the helpless girl. His arm ached from the unaccustomed yielding of the belt, and from the constant flailing of her naked body with it.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. The spectacle before his eyes spurred his hardon to even greater growth and hardness.
The girl sagged from the chinning bar. Her body was slicked with a combination of sweat and blood. Her head hung down. She did not have the strength to lift it.
The man looked down at the belt he was holding. Its once solid brown color was streaked with the juices from the cuts and welts of the girl's body. There was an insistent clamoring in his balls.
His cock had swollen to an unbelievable size as the brain sent the erotic message of the girl's beating to the genital organ. Semen was seeping from the opening in the head.
He dropped the belt to a chair and looked at the girl again.
"Have you learned your lesson, Ruth?"
The girl lifted her head, and with a great effort shook her head slowly up and down.
"Good. Now if I take the gag out of your mouth, will you behave?"
Again the girl shook her head in affirmation.
"OK, Ruth, I'll do it, but if you shout or raise your voice, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."
The man strode over to the girl and easily untied the handkerchief that had been stifling her speech. The girl exploded a great sigh and silently moved her jaws from side to side to restore the circulation.
"Tom, you hurt me a great deal. Please don't do any more to me tonight."
"Ruth, the night has just begun. There's a lot more that I'm going to do to you tonight. It will hurt only if you force me to hurt you."
The girl said nothing and just remained hanging from the bar. Tom went up to the girl and smiled as his cock poked her in the buttocks. As if a light went on in his brain, an idea came to him.
"Now we're going to have some fun, Ruth. Just you wait and see."
He positioned himself so that he was facing her back side. His cock nestled between the two melon cheeks of her ass. He spread her ass cheeks apart with his hands and pushed his hardon up against the girl's ass hole.
The thick head went up to the hole but could not penetrate it. Grabbing the girl around her hips, she pulled back on her body while at the same time he thrust forward.
A groan escaped from the tortured girl's lips, as the head of his gigantic prick managed to nudge past the ring muscle, and buried itself about one half inch into the hole itself.
Now Tom began to swing the girl forward slightly. As her body swung back, his cock would impale the ass hole a bit more each time. Back and forth, Ruth's ripe body swayed and each time a half inch more of his thick dick would plunge into her sore ass hole.
"Atta girl, Ruth, you're fucking yourself in the ass. Not many girls have had that opportunity."
And it was true. The effect of Ruth's swinging back and forth was that she was actually fucking his stiff prick with nothing more than the movement of her trussed body.
The constant reaming in and out of his prick was widening the anal opening for Tom's thick prick, and soon he was embedded up to his balls in the girl's young hot bowels.
As she swung, helpless as a turkey hanging in a butcher shop window, the girl bit her lips to prevent herself from crying out from the pain. She had bitten through the soft flesh, and blood was seeping into her mouth and oozing down her chin.
The pain in her bowels was excruciating. She couldn't believe that her petite body could accommodate such a thick organ. But it was doing just that. As his thick dong moved in and out of her asshole, she saw stars of pain shoot across her agonizing sky.
When the last inch of his prick had been accepted into her shit hole, she was a hair's breadth away from passing out. To her surprise, the pain did not worsen after that. Rather it diminished rapidly and soon changed to a soothing feeling.
Steadily, like a father pushing his child on a swing, Tom propelled the helpless girl's body on its arc and sodomized her ass each time it swept back.
Pain was forgotten by Ruth as it was replaced by waves of pleasure radiating through her ravaged body. She began to anticipate with sheer pleasure, the downward stroke sweep of her body since she knew that would again receive the full length of the cock monster that Tom was inserting into her.
The passionate feelings were not exclusively Ruth's. Tom was beginning to overheat from the erotic game he was playing with the young teenager. His balls were congesting with spunk, and he envisioned exploding his cargo of hot white sauce into the girl's sweet but lacerated ass.
The emotion mounted faster and faster in the man and he propelled the swinging girl in a more frenzied rhythm as he strove to reach his release.
The mirror on the wall began to reflect a blur of motion as the girl swung back and forth in her obscene arc of impalement onto the erect stiff prick of her subduer.
Each time the cock pushed into the hot wet hole, the girl's body would be wracked by a shudder of sheer lascivious delight. Gone were the pains, gone were the torments of the abused flesh.
Only the desperate craving for the monster cock dominated her thoughts.
Finally, Tom grabbed the girl as her body settled back on his cock for the hundredth time and he held her. The swinging stopped and he clutched at her, his prick embedded deep into her bowels.
Now he began to move. Holding her securely, he humped his prick in and out of the ravaged opening. The girl's head reeled under the assault. He was pounding his meat into her without mercy.
She was caught up in an overwhelming whirlpool of animalistic rutting. Her ass was being reamed out royally. She closed her eyes and reveled in the fucking she was receiving from him, who had only a few minutes ago, been her torturer.
The man went berserk as he pounded his cock into the girl. He could feel his balls boiling with the pressure of the agitated sperm. He could hold out no longer.
With a blood curdling yell, he exploded his hot shit into her shit hole. Oceans of semen poured out of his cannonading prick and emptied into her bottomless pit.
Each stroke of his ejaculating organ acted as a pump, and soon the girl's legs and the floor beneath her hanging body were covered with the slime of his sexual prowess and potency.
Each partner to the coupling shuddered continually, as the orgasm in the man triggered off the climax in the girl. The odor of cock juice mingled with the aroma of cunt fluid.
It was a heady perfume and added to the enjoyment of the monumental come. For Tom it had been the orgasm of a lifetime. For Ruth it had been an unbelievable outcome for such a brutal beginning.
When it was over, Tom stood transfixed for a few minutes. His prick was still deep in the girl's bowels. He shook his head and pulled his once mighty organ out of the girl.
Covered with slime, it made a wet sound as it came out into the air again. He looked up at the girl and this time he answered the silent plea in her eyes. Reaching up, he used his last ounce of strength to unfasten the bonds holding her.
She fell to the floor and slumped on the carpet. The man leaned over her, and with a mighty effort picked her up and brought her into the bedroom.
He placed her gently on the bed and then fell down on the bed next to her. They both fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The two slept peacefully, like two children. Both faces were serene and the lines of their bodies were relaxed. The energies, both physical and emotional, that had been used in their bout of lovemaking and punishment had drained them both dry, literally and figuratively.
Ruth's body was covered with the dried reminders of the flows that had coated her body from the cuts inflicted by the makeshift whip, and from the sweat of her strain and ordeal.
During her sleep, her hand had moved over to the sleeping man's crotch, and was now nestled with fingers curled around his shriveled cock. In his own turn, Tom had reciprocated the gesture by cupping a cut boob in his hand.
Ruth stirred first. Her eyes blinked open, and she began to move her limbs about in an effort to restore vitality and wakefulness. She sat up in bed with a start, as she forgot for a moment what she was doing there in the first place.
As she made the rapid movement, her body sent waves of pain into every square inch of flesh and nerve ending. She winced. Then she remembered where she was and what had happened.
The fingers of pain were replaced with a glow of satisfaction, as the cuts around her wrists brought back the humiliation and torment, she had suffered at the hands of the still sleeping giant of a man.
The sight of the welts, cuts and other abrasions on her nubile body also brought back the memory of his giant cock reaming her ass out. Thinking on their own, her ass cheeks trembled and drew together as they too, recalled the sensation of having the thick long prick embedded in the ass hole.
The girl leaned over and kissed the man gently on his cheek. Then she moved further down and planted a kiss and a lick on his prick. Moving softly, so as not to waken the man, Ruth slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind her, she went into the shower and turned on the hot water. She closed her eyes and allowed the steaming stream beat on her, and wash away the dried traces of blood, sweat and semen that were staining her body.
The heat of the water acted as a relaxant for her abused body, and life began to stir once again in her being. She found herself whistling and humming as she soaped her wet body and cleaned off her skin.
Tom, who was still sleeping on the bed outside the bathroom, came into her mind. A warmth flowed over her as she recaptured the incidents that had taken place just a short time ago.
She didn't hate him for what he had done to her. On the contrary she felt very loving towards him. He may have hurt her. In fact hurt her badly, but she deserved the punishment.
Tom's reaction to the flouting of her body was exactly the same as Mr. Burns'. They were both right. She was a cock teaser and that isn't a very nice person to be.
But even more important they had reacted to her. They hadn't ignored her or been too busy to do anything. They took an interest in her. An interest that bordered on the sadistic, that's true, but an interest nonetheless.
"At last, there are people who care for me," she said smiling to herself, "finally someone will devote some attention to me."
She stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a towel that was untidily perched on the towel rack. Still humming and smiling, she returned to the bedroom, where she found Tom stirring.
The girl ran over to him, and throwing her arms around his large shoulders, kissed him squarely on the lips. The big man smiled.
"That's a real nice way to be greeted when you get up."
"Oh, I just felt like doing that, Tom."
"You're not angry or anything, are you?" The man had the beginnings of a frightened look on his face.
"Of course not, silly. I deserved what you gave to me. I was a tease and I had no consideration for what I was causing you. I only hope that you're not angry at me."
The man's face wore an undisguised look of relief.
"How could I be angry at you, Ruth. You've given me a great deal of pleasure."
"There's more to come, Tom."
"What do you mean, Ruth?"
"You had to spend all of your attention on teaching me a lesson before, so that you haven't had a chance to really enjoy the evening."
"But," protested Tom, "I did enjoy it very much. Wow, it was something to see you hanging naked from the bar. I didn't think my cock could grow so big."
"Well, I'm going to make sure it grows even bigger before the night is over."
At the sound of the girl's words, Tom could feel his dormant prick begin to stir and it slowly lifted its sleepy head.
"See what I mean, Tom?"
The girl bounced back on the bed with the man and they embraced in a soul kissing clinch. Ruth pressed her naked body up against the man's, and she rubbed sensuously back and forth over his responsive skin.
As she aroused him, she smiled as she felt the hardon come back to his cock as it pushed against her lacerated flesh. The man reacted to the arousal of his sexual senses and began to run his hands all over the girl's splendid nude body.
Ruth's mind was working overtime as the couple writhed in each other's arms on the bed. She didn't fell any need to tease or frustrate the man. All she felt was the need and drive to satisfy continually, the strong hard cock that had raised itself in anticipation of its union with the girl.
Their lips remained locked together as their hands wandered over their partner's body. Tom's hands were busy caressing and squeezing the firm globules of the girl's breasts.
Ruth, in the meantime, shivered to the touch of his hands on her sore titties. Her hands were busy moving up and down the cheeks of the man's ass while her index finger searched for the shit hole hidden between the cheeks.
The beating and whipping that she had received from the man had placed her in his total servitude. As she groped with him on the bed, she knew only one objective and that was to satisfy Tom any way that he wanted.
The sadistic beating she had endured had created a master slave relationship and she was more than ready to fulfill her part of the arrangement. She looked at the man with worshipful eyes.
On his part, Tom was absolutely thrilled. He had slept fitfully. He was very concerned that his beating of the girl had gone too far. Sleep was a refuge from which he would not have to think about consequences he might suffer if Ruth had cried rape.
This thought was very much in his mind as he began his part in the action that was springing up in the bed with the girl. Slowly, the ardor of Ruth's devotions to him, was making him understand that the girl was truly serious about serving his every need.
As his prick grew harder and larger, he relaxed to the warm knowledge that he was going to be loved by this young chick. Loved in a way that he probably had never experienced in his life.
Although the girl was a mere teenager, it seems that all females are born with an inner sense or instinct that tells them exactly, without words, how their men are feeling and reacting to them.
Ruth felt this as she picked up the transmission of the relaxation of Tom's body. Her lips pressed more violently against his, and her tongue forced his lips apart as the flesh sought the wetness of his inner mouth.
All the while, her lower body moved relentlessly in its rubbing and friction against the man's crotch. She relished the hard feelings she was receiving from the steady and unbelievable growth of the organ.
Her mouth was beginning to hunger and thirst for the feel and taste of his massive male meat. Although still a relative novice to the art of sucking cock, she had become lustful in her need for the man's prick to be swallowed up in her young and tender mouth.
The man broke off their clinch for a final reassurance from the girl.
"I'm serious, Ruth, are you sure you're not angry or pissed off with me?"
"I can see that words won't satisfy you that I'm not angry. Let's try some different way of showing you."
Wearing a smirk on her face, the girl moved away from the man and removed his hands from around her waist. The man wore a puzzled look on his face. The look only made her smile grow larger.
She raised both of her hands and mustering all of her strength, she pushed the man back. He toppled backwards and ended up lying prone on the bed. Ruth stifled his cry of surprise by diving headfirst into his crotch.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could in order to accommodate the huge organ, she took his erect prick into her. She choked as the massive cock stuffed and filled every corner and space in her mouth.
The look of surprise on Tom's face changed to a look of .sheer pleasure as he watched the petite girl take his super cock into her small mouth. Tom was always turned on when he watched the girls and women he slept with, take his prick into their mouths.
The sight always made him feel like a king. A king being serviced by a loyal subject. When he would walk down the street with a girl or be in a restaurant with her, he felt like shouting to all the bystanders that this girl sucked his cock!
Ruth's now expert cock sucking talents were rendering his thoughts about other females vague and nebulous. Her mouthing and licking were confining his world to only the bed on which they were lying.
Rather, on which he was lying. The girl had positioned herself so that she was on her knees between his outspread legs. Her head bobbed up and down as she fellated his organ.
Entranced, Tom watched the scene. He marveled at the look of his cock when it appeared out of her mouth, all slicked with her saliva. Then he awed as all of it again disappeared from view into the vastness of her hot throat.
The visual titillation was raising the level of his lust faster than he could have imagined. His balls began to congest with the fullness of the sperm that they were manufacturing.
He reached forward with his long arms and tried to reach the girl. His fingers only grazed the top of her head. With an effort, he propped his upper body up on one elbow and reached forward again with his free hand.
This time he was successful and he cupped one of her breasts in his outstretched hand. His fingers ran over the welted flesh, and nipped at her sore nipples.
The girl shivered under his ministrations, but she continued with her tribute to his cock. Tom's hand played first with one tit and then with the other. He licked his finger and traced a trail of saliva over the torn flesh and onto the nipples.
Ruth could feel the lips of her vagina swell from the sensations, as her lips engorged with blood and prepared themselves in the age-old way of women, as intercourse neared.
As his manipulations continued, fluids began to seep from her pussy as her altar of love readied the lubrication for the giant cock that it hoped would enter soon.
Her tongue licked up and down his cock. The tonguing was urging drops of semen out of the hole in the head, and she quickly licked up and swallowed each drop, relishing the taste as she did so.
Her hands dropped to the lower half of his body and she began a steady stroking and caressing of his smooth inner thighs and his hairy legs. She smiled inwardly as she felt the man's body react to her fondling.
She maintained the touching with one hand while she freed the other hand for the sweet task of playing with and caressing the man's balls. Gently she touched the hairy sac that contained his manhood, and her slim fingers stroked the wrinkled skin.
Moans began to emit from the man's throat as he succumbed to the super blow job he was receiving from the young girl. Never had he imagined that his cock would be so avidly loved and sucked by a girl.
Ruth's talented mouth was doing a number on his swollen prick that had never been done to him before. Again a moan escaped from his lips.
The moaning coming from the man's lips made Ruth realize that he was coming perilously close to his climax. She was confused for a moment. Her own pussy was flooding with juice and she wanted to lose her cherry to this man.
But she was torn by the desire to maximize his pleasure even if she had to be deprived of her own orgasm.
She returned to her fellation with renewed vigor. As she sucked away at his enormous cock, a thought came to her that made her smile.
"Why not?" she said to herself.
"Why does he only have to come once? I can suck him back up and then he can fuck me."
Pleased with her diagnosis and prognosis of the situation, she sucked and licked at the phallus with a serenity that enabled her to maximize the sensual feelings to the man.
Tom could no longer support himself on his elbow. The searing pleasures of her cock sucking were sapping the strength from his bones. He lay down again on his back.
Rather, he collapsed from the flood of feelings that were taking over his body. He closed his eyes. The lids were too heavy for him to keep them up. He concentrated on feeling Ruth's tongue sweeping over, around and into his swollen prick.
He was drifting on a cloud, high above the earth. The sky was blue and there was no pain and no sadness. He was higher than he had ever gotten on grass or booze.
The girl lapped away and although her jaws were beginning to ache from the strain of keeping her mouth open over Tom's big prick, she was happy. She was paying homage to the cock that was her master. That dominated her.
Suddenly she could perceive a rumbling in the man's balls, followed by a trembling ruminating throughout his entire body. Committed to her course of action, the girl redoubled her efforts on his high strung cock.
"Oh, you wonderful, bitchy cock sucker! Keep sucking, cunt! Keep sucking! I'm going to explode my cock into your mouth!"
The words hurled down at the cock sucking girl, only served to inflame her and she kept working on the stiff prick.
"That's it! That's it! Keep sucking! Shit, I'm going to shoot! I'm going to shoot into your cock sucking mouth, bitch!"
Ruth braced herself for the stream and flood of gism that she knew his prick would be spewing out in a second. Her timing was only off by ten seconds.
"Ahhhhh! I'm coming! I'm coming, cunt! Drink it all down! Swallow it! Drain my balls dry, you miserable mother fucking cock sucking bitch!"
The hole in the tip of his cock expanded under the pressure of the gobs of hot white spunk that were catapulted out of the shaft of his frenzied prick.
The sauce flew into the girl's mouth and she worked overtime trying to work Tom's cock, while she made mighty efforts to drink down all of his spewing organ.
It was an unequal contest. Her tiny mouth and throat were no match for Tom's mighty organ under the best of conditions. But Tom was exploding a prodigious amount of juice into the young girl's mouth.
Ruth swallowed down, what seemed to her to be gallons of spunk, but rivulets were being forced out of her mouth and ran down her chin, and from there splattered on her naked breasts.
The nude girl was being drenched in come juice. And she loved every drop of it!
At last it was over. Tom heaved a great sigh and let his head fall back. The girl reluctantly released his cock from the sweet prison of her mouth and licked it clean.
She sat back on her haunches for a few minutes while she caught her breath. Then her busy little mouth went back to work as she scoured his body clean with her tongue, of all traces of his massive come.
Tom watched her as she busied herself in her cleaning project. He seemed entranced by his semen that coated her tits. The sticky juice had dried to a glaze like finish on her soft body and it glistened as the flesh caught the light.
When satisfied that Tom's body was free of all signs of his come, she got off the bed and went into the bathroom. There she took a washcloth and cleaned herself off.
When she returned to the bedroom, Tom had revived and, was once again propped on one elbow. He smiled as she re-entered the room.
"Ruth, I don't know what to say."
"What do you mean, Tom?"
"Shit, Ruth, you know what I mean. I've never gotten head like you just gave me. Never. And I've been around."
"I know you've been around, Tom."
Her heart swelled with the compliment just paid her by the man.
"You looked like you were really enjoying it."
"Looked like I was enjoying it? My goodness, Tom. I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it very much."
"You did?"
"Yes, I really did."
"Even after what I did to you earlier?"
"Especially after what you did to me earlier."
"Wow!"
"But there is a catch to what I did."
"A catch?"
"Yep."
"OK, what's it all about?"
"Don't look so upset, Tom. It isn't anything terrible."
"C'mon, tell me."
"I will, if you just give a chance. All I want you to do is fuck me."
"Fuck you?"
"Sure, after all, you came, didn't you?"
"You fucking well know I did."
"Isn't it fair for me to come also?"
"Wow, I'm sorry. I was so caught up with my own thing that I forgot about you."
"Hey, that's OK. I wanted it that way. I wanted to service your gorgeous cock without you worrying about me. But I'm as hot as a bitch in heat. I want to have your hose stuffed in my cunt."
"I'd love to, hon, but there's a problem."
"What kind of problem, Tom?"
"Shit, Ruth, I've just come two times. I don't think I can make it again."
"That's no problem, Tom. Leave it all to me."
"Be my guest."
Ruth beamed her broadest smile as the man acquiesced to her request. Like a kid seeing the circus for the first time, she again dove head first into the crotch of her lover. Once again his cock found a warm, wet home in the girl's mouth. The girl worked on the much smaller and softer organ. Her tongue again darted around and over it in an attempt to bring it once again back to life.
Despite her ministrations to it, the organ just flopped around in her mouth. It was not stirring or hardening at all.
"See what I mean, Ruth. I just can't get it up any more."
The girl removed it from her mouth, and smiled up at the man.
"Don't worry, Tom, I'll get it up for us."
"That's right," he smiled, "if you do get it up, it'll be for us."
"You bet your ass, lover." Now it was the man's turn to smile as the girl began to fellate his dead cock with passion and determination.
Ruth was determined to raise his cock from the dead. She had been carrying around the burden of her virginity for too long, and she was going to lose her cherry tonight or die in the attempt.
She employed every technique that she had ever heard about or read about on his withered organ. For minutes she worked on the penis, but it refused to even quiver.
"Look, kid, there'll be other nights. Don't knock yourself out."
The girl ignored the man's suggestion and continued in her attempts to revive the sleeping monster cock. Her jaws and mouth began to ache from the cumulative effect of all the cock sucking she had engaged in that night.
Nothing was happening. The stubborn organ refused to harden even slightly, and it just flopped around in her yearning mouth. Ruth was getting very upset as she realized that her ministrations to the man's penis were having no effect at all. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the futility of her efforts registered on her consciousness.
Tom reached down and lifted her head from his cock. With a wet plopping noise the organ fell from her reluctant mouth and landed softly on his lap.
The man brushed away the tears forming in the girl's eyes, and he gently lay her down on her back. Ruth was puzzled by his actions.
Then he bent over her and smothered her mouth with a long and wet kiss. Ruth regained her senses and kissed him back passionately. Then she jumped.
She felt his hand probing between her thighs. His fingers began to part the silky pubic hair and rested on the wet puffy lips of her vagina.
She made a mild protest, but Tom's superior weight and strength prevented her from any effective action. She relaxed and waited for his next move.
Tom had felt badly about being the only one to come during their last session and he had resolved to make matters right, even if only by using his hands.
He was going to masturbate the girl to orgasm. Aware that his size could hurt the girl if he wasn't careful, he gently manipulated the delicate tissues in her genitals.
He plunged his finger in and out of the girl's sopping cunt. He made the pussy fit around his thick finger before he expanded it more by introducing a second digit.
As the second finger continued the in and out movements, the first finger sought out and found the clit. A tremor went through the girl as she reacted to the sensitive organ's arousal.
With a glint in his eyes, Tim attacked the finger-like protrusion in the gates of her pussy and massaged it back and forth. He was rewarded by the sudden squirming and agitation that projected itself, as the girl moved her ass on the bed beneath him.
She was breaking out in a sweat as the tactile arousal of her body continued. Although Tom was a big man, he used his oversized fingers as if he were a ballet dancer. He was gentle and smooth.
The girl gyrated under the feather like touch of her lover. The juices secreted in ever increasing quantities from her stimulated cunt. The attentions of Tom made her forget about anything except the excitement that was rising from her fevered snatch.
Tom glowed as he watched the girl respond to his treatment. He felt badly about the way he had treated the girl and wanted to make amends. At least that's what he said to himself. Not too far below the surface of his consciousness, he felt very good about the beating and humiliation he had inflicted on the helpless, bound girl. He certainly had never had as big a hardon as he developed from the session.
His feelings of mastery over the situation were very heady, and he began to wonder who else he could dominate in that fashion. He knew that he could have Ruth again that way, but he was greedy, he wanted to whip other girls that he knew.
His intensified feelings transmitted themselves to his hands, and the pressure on Ruth's cunt grew harder. Several times he hurt her in that most sensitive spot. But the girl said nothing.
As far as she was concerned, she was still his plaything and anything he wanted to do with her was OK with her. She writhed as his finger plunged deeper than it had ever before, into the heat of her virgin cunt.
She felt herself being lifted up as Tom brought his other hand under the small of her back and lifted her buttocks off the bed. When he let her ass come back to rest on the mattress, his hand was under it and his finger was exploring the shit hole nestled between her two lacerated ass cheeks.
He was now attacking her fore and aft. As one hand probed and played with her pussy, the second one was doing the same homage to her ass hole.
The sensations were now flooding through the tormented girl's body. She shivered, trembled and squirmed her naked body all over the top of the bed, as she reveled in the attentions being paid to her.
The finger on her clit and the one that was slowly burying itself in her ass hole were the most effective of all. Her eyes closed, and she squeezed her torn tits between her arms as she strove for all the sensual feelings she could muster.
Tom was able to read the signs in the girl's face and body. He smiled as he increased the pace of his masturbatory actions. The faster he went, the more frenzied were her gyrations.
It couldn't last and it didn't. A groan pushed past her clenched teeth and the girl went off into orgasmic release.
"Oh, Tom. Oh! Dear Tom. Please keep doing it to me. Please. I'll be your slave. You can shit and piss on me. Only keep doing that to me with your finger. Please. Tom, please."
Tom was happy that the girl was coming. He figured that despite the girl's very real concern for his own pleasure, she had to get something out of it also. He continued to frig away at her quivering clit while he sawed at her ass hole without let up.
The girl bounced all over the bed in the throes of her climax. The room exploded for her and she saw herself as a gigantic cunt that was shooting pussy juice all over the world, while the tremors of delight cascaded throughout her body.
Totally enervated by the climax, she collapsed on the bed. Spent and satisfied. After giving her cunt and ass hole one more plunge, Tom removed his fingers from the girl's vulnerable hole, leaned back, and watched Ruth savor every ounce of her orgasm.
She moved jerkily for at least two or three minutes as she tried to milk every bit of ecstasy from the experience. At last she too, lay still on the bed. It was over.
She regained her perspective and looking at Tom, smiled.
"Thanks, Tom. It was terrific. Not as terrific as I know your cock would be. But it was great. Thanks."
"That's OK, honey. We'll give you a taste of the cock in your cunt the next time."
"Oh, I'd love that, Tom, I would really love that."
"Don't you worry about that. I'm going to get hold of you every time I get a hardon."
"Oh, would you, Tom? Would you?"
"You can bet on it, kid. You can bet on it."
Ruth snuggled next to the man as she drank in the implications of his words. She was happy. Very happy.
After their massive bout of torture and sex, the two of them grew ravenously hungry.
The both of them very quickly got dressed and they drove to a pizza place, where they gorged themselves with pizza and cokes.
Then Tom drove the girl home, and promised that he'd call her the following week. Ruth left his car and walked into her house. She was positively beaming.
The house was dark when she entered. Her mother was still out.
"The bitch!" she spat out spitefully.
She realized that she probably was better off with her mother not home. She had looked in a mirror before leaving Tom's place, and she was shocked as to how badly her body looked.
Welts and cuts were over all of her. Fortunately, her face wasn't too badly bruised. A little make-up would cover that. But her body would heal quickly. Probably by morning, she'd look a lot better.
She took pains to make sure she wore her most concealing long nightgown, so that if her mother came in during her sleep, the woman wouldn't be able to see any of the marks.
She took her clothes off and ran a quick shower. Then into her gown and to bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She slept deeply and happily.
In her dreams she relived the events of the night over and over again. She saw herself hanging from the chinning bar and being fucked in the ass by Tom's giant cock.
She could almost taste the scum as she watched it running from her mouth in the scenes where she fellated the massive organ. When she awoke in the morning, she wasn't too surprised to see that her crotch was soaking wet.
Although it was Saturday, she knew that her mother would be at work. And sure enough, as she wandered into the kitchen after sleeping until ten thirty, the ubiquitous note was waiting for her.
It was from her mother and it stated that she wouldn't be home until five in the afternoon. The note also told her that her father would be coming home from out of town at about noon.
That part, at least, cheered her up. Ruth liked her father much more than she did her mother. With the woman out of the house, maybe she could spend some time with him.
Unfortunately, the man didn't arrive home until almost four thirty. The plane had been delayed due to a storm, and he had taken off over four hours late.
They talked together animatedly for a while, and then her mother came home. Her parents embraced and they all exchanged small talk for about half an hour.
Her mother then excused themselves to Ruth, and told her that they had some private matters to discuss. Arm in arm, the two of them ascended the stairs to their room.
Ruth was fuming. Just when there were some people in the house for her to talk to, and not be alone, they have to go upstairs and get their rocks off. The apologetic look that her father gave her as he went upstairs did not suffice for Ruth.
She savagely ripped off the tab from a can of soda and gulped it down. The cold bubbly taste merely accentuated the heat of her anger, and she stormed about the first level of the house.
"I'll get even with them," she said to herself, "I'll call up somebody and I'll fuck the pants off him. That'll show them."
She raced up the stairs to make the calls from her room, but when she reached the top of the landing she stopped in her tracks.
Sounds were coming out of her parents' bedroom. She strained to listen.
"C'mon, big man, momma needs cock today. She missed it all week."
"Do you think you can handle this monster, ma'am?"
"We won't know unless we try, right?"
Ruth couldn't believe her ears. The voices belonged to her parents. She looked down the hallway. Their door was ajar. They had forgotten to close it and lock it.
On tiptoes the girl quietly moved right up to her parents' bedroom. The door was cracked open at least two inches. Ruth couldn't see the bed, but from where she was standing, she could see the big mirror on the far wall. The mirror reflected all the activity that was going on, near and on the bed.
Fascinated by her discovery, Ruth stared at the mirror. In it she saw her mother, lying naked on the bed. She was on her back and she had legs spread apart.
Her pussy was covered by a thick growth of curly hair. She was looking at her father, who was as naked as she was. He stood at the foot of the bed and he was holding his stiff cock in his hand.
The man was well endowed, and Ruth stared at her father's cock with a combination of lust and admiration. At the moment she was envying her mother. Carefully, the girl squatted down and leaned against the wall for support. She wasn't going to miss this show for the world. The voices continued.
"How many cunts did you put that cock into last week, John?"
"About as many as the number of cocks you sucked off while I was gone."
The two laughed at their humor.
"John, I'm dying for that meat of yours. I need to be stuffed to the gills with it."
"Well, if you're good, maybe I'll give you a little bit of it."
"Suppose, I'm bad, will you give me all of it?"
"You're a little cock teaser. That's what you are, Arlene."
With stunned eyes, Ruth watched her mother lick her finger with her mouth, and then run little circles around her bare tits with the wet digit. She repeated the maneuver, but the next time dipped her finger into her cunt and drew wet circles around the boobs.
"Oh, oh. I see you're a tease tonight. I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson."
"Oh, please don't John, please don't."
Although the woman sounded frightened, there was a broad grin on her face. Ruth thought they would be playing some sort of sex game.
Her father went to the drawer in his chest that had always been kept locked. Ruth had tried to open it, to see what was inside, but it was secure against her prying eyes.
Using a small key, the drawer opened easily and her father's hand went inside. When it emerged, he was holding several sections of black cord. It was shiny, as if it was made of silk or nylon.
The man walked over to the bed. He reached over and tied a rope to each of her mother's hands and feet. Then he spread eagled her as he tied the loose ends of the cords to the posts at each corner.
Ruth's hand flew to her mouth.
"So that's why they bought the four poster bed," she shouted silently to herself, "so they could play games in their room."
The girl knew that her parents had always been horny as older people go, but she never realized just how hot and oversexed they were. She continued to watch in awe.
His task completed, the man stepped back and admired his handiwork. His attractive wife was securely bound to the bed. Her arms and legs were thrust widely apart, with each limb tied to a post.
"Well, well, I guess there isn't anything you can do to stop me from doing anything I want with you, cunt."
"Please untie me, please. I promise I'll do anything you want, please untie me."
"Stop your complaining and crying, bitch, or else I'll kick the shit out of you."
"Just wait 'til I get loose, John. You're not going to fix anybody."
"That's it, bitch, you asked for it."
The man, in mock anger, returned to the chest and once again, reached into the secret drawer. This time when his hand emerged it was holding a whip.
"He's going to whip, mom, holy shit!" Again Ruth had to hold herself back from shouting out with glee.
Fright broke out on the woman's face. Whether real or mock, it had a great affect on her husband's hard on. Before both women's eyes, his staff grew visibly larger and thicker.
"Enough of your bullshit, bitch, now you're going to learn to obey me."
His speech ended, the man raised his arm and the whip sang down over her his wife's naked and helpless figure. A sob tore loose from the woman's throat, and when the whip was retrieved, Ruth could see the angry red mark it had made on her belly. The man was not playing games with his whipping. He was using a real whip and raising real welts.
Again and again, his hand flashed down and soon the trussed woman was covered with a spider's web of crisscrossing cuts and lines. Tiny trickles of blood began to weep from some of the nastier blows.
Ruth found herself glued to the reflection in the mirror. Her crotch was wet, and her hand crept under her skirt and into her panties. Once inside, her fingers parted the flimsy material and soon her finger was frigging away in her soaking pussy.
"Well, cunt, how do you like your medicine?"
"Please, sir, please! I'm sorry for what I did. Please stop beating me. I'll behave. I promise I will."
"I think it's too late for you to apologize, cunt. You'll do anything I want you to now, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
For added emphasis, he cracked the whip hard on her breast as if to punctuate the end of his statement. The woman fell to sobbing again, and the man rained more blows down on her sensitive and vulnerable body.
Ruth thought that her father had gotten carried away with his punishment of her mother. He was grinning broadly and she felt the mother's sobs and cries were genuine.
Finally her father's hand dropped and he didn't raise it again. He was through with the punishment of his wife. At least with the whip. Or was he?
He had started to walk back to replace the whip in the locked drawer, but halfway to the chest, a smile came across his face and he turned in his tracks and came back to the bed.
His wife watched his change in course, and genuine fear began to show in her face.
"John, I beg of you, I've been whipped enough. Please don't use the whip on me anymore."
"Don't worry, bitch, I won't whip you anymore. But I'm not finished with this baby yet."
He flourished the scourge in front of her face. The woman turned pale.
"If you're not going to whip me anymore, than what are you going to do with it?"
The man leaned over his wife and slapped her face hard. Tears came running down her cheeks from the force of the blow.
He walked over to the foot of the bed and without warning, took the handle of the whip and roughly shoved it into his wife's pussy. The woman was taken by surprise, and she shuddered as the rough handle plunged into her sensitive genitals.
Again the man stepped back to admire his handiwork. Ruth could see it all in the mirror. Her naked mother was on the bed and the whip seemed to be growing out of her cunt.
The picture was an obscene nightmare.
"John, have you lost your mind?"
"I've had enough bullshit from you, Arlene. I'm going to shut your mouth up for you."
Saying this, the man jumped on the bed and straddled his wife's body. He moved up so that he was crouching almost directly over her full breasts.
He reached out with his hands and forced her mouth open. A cry of pain was choked off, as he leaned forward and assumed an angle that guided his stiff prick into her waiting mouth.
Ruth's frigging of her own teen pussy increased as she watched her mother swallow up all of her father's massive prick.
"Suck on it!" her father commanded.
The woman shook her head from side to side.
"I won't give you a second chance, cunt! Suck on it!"
Again the woman refused.
Ruth couldn't believe her eyes as she watched the next step in the "rape" of her mother take place. Her father rocked back slightly on his haunches and then rammed forward.
The force of his thrust was testified to, by the way her mother's head snapped back. Then the man set up a steady rhythm as he started to earnestly fuck his wife's mouth with his engorged cock.
The woman squirmed under the attack and tried to free her arms and legs. But her husband had done too good a job. The more she strained, the tighter her bonds became. Even from where the girl was watching, she could see the cords cut into the woman's wrists and ankles. Blood was already seeping from the left wrist.
The man kept his grip on his wife's head. He had to keep her mouth forced open, in order to prevent her from causing injury to his prick that was plowing in and out of her sore mouth.
The woman had spirit and she continued to strain against her restraints. But still to no effect, other than to cut more deeply into her own rent flesh.
Still the man continued to ream out his wife's mouth with his swollen prick. Sweat began to break out on his naked body, as the intense feelings generated by his assault began to make themselves felt in his inner body.
As suddenly as he had started, he stopped. He pulled his now huge cock out of the woman's mouth, and releasing her head, sat back on her chest. The woman required a few seconds to catch her breath.
Saliva tinged with the pink of blood, dribbled out of her abused mouth. Ruth looked carefully at her eyes. She could find no anger or fear. What she did find was a worshipful look directed at her father.
The man slid back over her outstretched body and leaned forward, so that his stiff prick was nestled between the mounds of his wife's ample boobies. He reached down and squashed the breasts around his slick hard cock.
Once again he set up a back and forth rhythm. This time though, he wasn't fucking her mouth. He was fucking her tits.
Ruth's attention to the scene unfolding before her in the reflecting glass was diverted for a minute. She was coming. She had frigged herself so effectively, that the manual touch to herself, coupled with the erotic scene going on in the room, had triggered her own orgasm off.
She rocked with the intensity of her own feelings and ignored the action between her mother and father. The juices from her pussy poured over her fingers as she eked out every last bit of her orgasm.
A moan escaped from her clenched lips and she looked up, afraid that her parents had heard her. She smiled.
The atom bomb could have gone off down the block and her parents wouldn't have heard it. Her father had changed position, and he was now lying on top of her mother with his head buried in her pussy.
The whip had apparently been thrown to the floor, and replaced with his tongue. In that position his prick was poised at his wife's head, and she was willingly and lovingly sucking on it.
Her parents were going down on each other. Ruth couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't think old people did those things. But there they were. Eating each other. Fascinated, the girl watched as her parents licked, sucked, and nibbled at the sex organs their faces were buried in. One of her mother's hands had either been untied or came loose.
The woman was using the hand to caress and cup the sac of balls that were dangling down from below her husband's stiff prick. Both participants to the feast seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
Moans and groans of depraved sexual delight escaped at moments from each of them. They were obviously enjoying with relish, the attention being paid to their genitals.
As she watched, Ruth felt a stirring in her loins. It was unbelievable. She had just had a massive orgasm not two minutes ago, and here she was ready to go again. "Am I a nymphomaniac?" she asked herself.
She had no time to answer her own question because the couple on the bed were changing position again. Once again her fingers stole down to her own soaking wet pussy as she watched the next act of the erotic drama unfold before her astonished eyes.
Her father was unfastening all of the bonds holding the woman to the bed. When all were undone, the woman spent a few minutes rubbing her ankles and wrists to restore circulation.
Their daughter studied their bodies as the woman revived her aching limbs. Her father's cock was slimy with the juices from her mother's mouth. She had really done a number one job on his prick.
The insides of her mother's thighs were equally shining from the fluids deposited there by her own cunt, and by her father's saliva. The two of them resembled the principal actors in a porno flick.
The man helped the woman out of the bed and led her to the radiator sitting in front of the window. Ruth was puzzled as she watched them walk to the object. The man left the woman there, and returned to pick up one of the cords he had used on the bed.
He tied one end of the cord to the radiator and then grasped his wife's hands. He tied them securely together with the other end of the cord and shortened it so that she was forced to bend over.
He then walked around behind her, and surveyed the situation. His wife was bent over and her ass was sticking out and up in the air.
Ruth strained to watch the activity. The location of the radiator was just at the edge of the mirror. She shifted her position slightly and quietly so that she could make out all of it.
Her father was caressing his wife's buttocks. He played with each cheek, and patted and rubbed the soft flesh. Then he reached under her and put his finger into her sopping snatch.
Using the finger as a brush, he applied the juice around the puckered hole hidden between the twin cheeks. His wife groaned as he tentatively tried to push the digit into the tight hole.
Several times he made the same trip with his finger and soon the woman's ass hole was soaking in her own cunt juice. Now he tried to insert his finger in earnest.
Grudgingly, the ass ring parted and Ruth could see part of the finger disappear into the steaming bowel of her mother. The woman squirmed as the finger entered and violated her body.
Ruth could see her arms strain against the rope holding her in the helpless position. But once again, the knots fashioned by her father were stronger then her mother's strength and she fell forward once again.
While her mother strained against her bondage, the man withdrew his finger. He walked away from the woman, and Ruth wondered where he was going.
She didn't have long to think about it, for the man came back into the mirror's view, and again he was carrying the whip. The woman turned her head, and her face drained of its color.
"Please, John, not the whip again. I'm sorry I tried to get away but the pain in my ass hole was terrible."
The man said nothing. His eyes were cold.
"Please, John, I beg you. Please."
The man said nothing. He raised his arm over his head and like a demon possessed, began to whip the bare buttocks of his defenseless wife.
In a matter of just a minute, her ass cheeks were criss crossed with welts and cuts. He was beating her ass with a ferocity greater than that Ruth had witnessed earlier.
Almost every blow drew blood and soon her mother's ass resembled hamburger. Her body was heaving with cries and lamentations. Ruth found herself mesmerized by the scene.
She was at her own cunt again, and her frigging kept time with the flailing of her mother's ass. She was absolutely stunned by the fact that she was coming close to another orgasm.
"Maybe that's why I've always been so frustrated and angry all the time," she mused to herself, "maybe it's not my parents fault that they don't spend time with me. Maybe I really am a nympho?"
Her musing was interrupted by the sight of her father dropping the whip to the floor. Her eyes followed him as she wondered what was next in store.
She watched as he walked over to his wife's upturned and bloody ass. He positioned himself between her legs, and holding his enormous phallus in his hand, he guided it to the tiny hole hidden between her bloody ass cheeks.
He reached out and roughly parted the two half moons. A cry was wrenched out of his wife's tormented mouth as the lacerated flesh protested the abuse.
But the man paid no heed to the woman's discomfort. He backed up a bit and then slammed forward. Nothing penetrated, but the woman's feet sagged under the pain he had just inflicted to her.
Ruth watched and her mouth fell open. Her father was going to fuck her mother in the ass. Just the way she herself had been fucked only a few hours before.
Again and again, her father used his prick as a battering ram against the stubborn ass hole of her mother. Again and again, it was rebuffed by the tightly closed ring of muscle.
The woman's body was totally wracked with sobs as the punishment continued. She found it difficult to breathe, and sweat poured off her naked body.
The man gathered up all of his strength and determination for the next assault. Success. The head of his monster cock penetrated past the stubborn ring, and buried itself in the warmth and moisture of her bowel.
In ass fucking, all that is needed is that first penetration. Once the hole is breached, the rest of the prick will follow. And so it was in this case.
As Ruth watched, her father slammed back and forth into his wife's ass. Every blow buried another half inch of stiff meat into the steaming maw of her backside.
One mighty thrust and Ruth watched her mother's legs buckle and she went down on her knees. She could no longer stand erect. Her father went down with her.
On her face was pain. On his face was a look of triumph. Ruth looked closely and discovered the reason. His cock was buried to the hilt in Arlene's shit hole.
Roughly and coarsely, he wrestled the woman to her feet again. He braced her against the radiator and then began to fuck the violated hole.
Again and again, he rammed the full length of his stiff prick in and out of the woman's back door. Her face was beet red from the pain and agony of the huge dong that was plumbing the depths of her bowels. She closed her eyes and prayed for surcease.
And then it happened. As if a light switch had been flicked and the darkness dispelled, the pain turned to calm, and then the calm turned to eroticism. The cock in her ass was a loving thing.
She pushed back to meet the on-thrusting organ. She squeezed her sphincter muscle to elicit every bit of erotic sensation from the reaming she was getting. The man smiled as he watched the pain replaced by joy.
In and out he smashed his prick. Waves of joy enveloped his being as he steadily and methodically fucked his wife's ass. The sounds of his balls slapping against her cheeks kept time with the stroking of her fiery furnace.
Ruth's fingers once again kept time with the pace of her father's cock. The wet digits squeezed her clit, and ran in and out of her still virgin cunt, causing hot thrills to course through her body.
Thoughts began to race through her mind. Would he finish off in her ass? Would they do anything else? Did they screw like this all the time? She was fascinated by the new found dimension to her parents..
Did all parents fuck like they do? Did her mother really enjoy being beaten? Is that why she herself liked to be abused and debased?
The questions ended as suddenly as they had started. The girl was in orgasm again. The sights that her young eyes had seen were driving her over the edge once again. She stared at the slimy cock ramming in and out of her mother, and for a moment she thought it was her ass being fucked. As the thought struck her and as she delighted in the idea, her overworked pussy began to convulse once more.
Her fingers were being bathed in fresh sauce being delivered by the chef in her cunt factory. The smell of sex overwhelmed her. Her juices mingled with the aroma of her parents' and she felt woozy from it all.
She was too occupied with her own climax to pay any attention to her parents. She rolled on the tide of ecstasy and relished the waves of liquid sunshine as they drowned her in their bathing bliss. Her legs trembled and her nipples came alive.
She could feel the little brown buds strain against her bra as they erected themselves in the throes of their owner's climax. Her sauce flowed so copiously that she was afraid the floor beneath her would be flooded.
Like all good things, this too had to end, and finally her fingers fell from her pussy. It was over and she had finished her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes.
She forgot about herself and focused her attention on the mirror once more. The scene was the same as she had remembered. Her father was still throwing his meat in and out of his wife's cunt.
Her parents' actions were much more frantic than they were before. Sweat coated both of them in a thin veil. His cock, as it went in and out of the ravished ass hole, made wet sounds from the juices building up inside the woman.
As she watched, she noticed a few strokes go out of timing. Her father's movements were becoming more irregular. She knew what that meant. She had felt it in her own ass last night.
Just like Tom warned of his orgasm in that manner, so was her father warning her mother. He was about to crack his nuts in her steaming ass.
And he did. With a shout, the man behaved as if a rocket had been shoved up his ass. He pumped in and out of the woman's ass as if the devil himself was behind him.
"Okay, Arlene, baby, take it. Take all of it. Shit, I'm going to flood your sweet ass with my juice. I love to fuck your ass. Drain me dry, Arlene. Drain me dry."
"Give me every drop, John. Shoot it all into me. Give it to me. Give me everything in your sweet cock."
The two were lost in their orgasms. The first shots of gism exploding from the man's cock triggered off the same reaction in the woman. Her hand dropped to her crotch, and she frigged herself wildly, as her husband emptied all the stored up semen into her bowels.
The hot juice stirred her up at the same time that it soothed the torn tissues deep inside her ravaged ass. She humped furiously against the man's prick, striving to suck out every drop with her ass.
It belonged to her and she wanted every drop. She had paid dearly for it, and she had the whip marks and stripes to show for it. Methodically she squeezed the spewing cock and was rewarded with a steady flow of hot juice.
"Enough, enough!"
"John, a little more. Give me a little more cream."
"Arlene, honey, I don't have a drop left. There'll be more tonight."
"There better be, John. There better be."
Reluctantly, the woman relaxed her muscle, and John was able to withdraw his empty tool. As it pulled out of her hole, a flood of juice followed it and ran down her legs.
The man untied the woman from the radiator and embraced her. They smiled at each other and walked over to the bed.
Ruth rose from her cramped position and tiptoed away. She had seen enough.
The sexual encounter between her parents which she had just witnessed, was deeply embedded in her mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
The balance of the weekend was a fun experience for the girl. After she had witnessed the orgy held by her parents, she had gone to her room and dozed off. She wanted to relive all of the events of the past two days in her reverie.
So much had happened so quickly and with such intensity. It was all a trifle heady for a sixteen year old teenager. Or should she be called a sexteen.
She dreamt in technicolor and the recollections flooded back on her sleeping wide screen, bathing her with delightful sensations, and of course, upon awakening, with a wet crotch.
The awakening or discovery of her sensual awareness seemed to have made a wet crotch, standard condition for Ruth. She gloried in the feeling.
The girl went to the kitchen and made herself a snack. As she was washing it down with a glass of milk, her parents came downstairs and picked up the traces of their previous conversation.
The two older people acted quite naturally, and Ruth had to restrain herself from saying anything at all about what she had witnessed. If her folks realized that their daughter had seen them making love in their unique fashion, there would have been hell to pay.
It was nice having her father home, and Ruth spent every minute she could with him. She looked at him in a different light, now that she had seen him in sexual action.
The two of them took a long walk together on Sunday, and in general they were in each other's company except for the two additional times that he again walked up the stairs to the bedroom, hand in hand with his wife.
School was a drag for Ruth on Monday and she looked forward only to the evening when Tom might call her. She attended a meeting of the drama society, and volunteered to call on a theatrical display firm in town in the hopes that the company might donate some props and costumes for the big show.
When the meeting was over, she raced home and moped around the house, hoping for the phone to ring. She listlessly did her homework and each time the phone rang, she ran to answer it.
She grew despondent as none of the calls turned out to be Tom's. After dinner, she surprised her parents by volunteering to do the dishes. She wanted to keep her mind off the phone.
TV consumed the rest of the night and she went to bed early. Tom had not called. The next morning when she awoke, the sky was grey and cloudy. It was a perfect match for her mood.
During her study break after the third period, she went to a pay phone and dialed the number of the theatrical supply house.
"Burnside Costume Company."
"Hello. My name is Ruth Davidson and I'm with the drama society at Hill Forest High School."
"What can we do for you, Miss Davidson?"
"We're putting on a super show for the holiday and we were wondering if you might be able to donate some costumes and props for us to use."
"Didn't, we do that for you last year?"
"Yes sir, you did and because of it, the show was a real super success. We were hoping you might be able to help us again this year."
"Well, maybe we can. What kind of stuff do you need?"
"All different sorts, sir. We'll make whatever we can't get from you."
"I don't think I can help you over the phone, miss. And we're kind of busy now. Could you come down to the shop?"
"I guess so. After school. About four o'clock. Is that okay?"
"Sure, four is fine. See you then."
Ruth hung up the phone and went back to her seat in the study hall. It was going to be a long day. She really didn't feel in the mood to go downtown to the theatrical display company, but she had to get it over with.
She questioned herself as to why she ever bothered to volunteer. But she couldn't back out of it now. She sighed and began to read her history book.
True to her mood, the day did indeed drag on, and it seemed to take an eternity for the bell to strike the ending of the last period. Ruth spent a few minutes gabbing with her friends and then ran to catch a bus heading for the downtown business district.
The ride took close to an hour and by the time Ruth found the shop, it was a few minutes past four. She opened the door and walked in.
The shop took her breath away. It was crammed full of all sorts of costumes and exotic backdrops. Pirate suits were hanging next to army uniforms. A backdrop representing a ship's stateroom was cheek on jowl to a mock up of an airplane cockpit.
Ruth could see no one in the store. She heard some sounds in the back and she walked towards the noise. As she walked deeper into the store, she could make out the words.
"You miserable lying bitch. Where's the money?"
"I don't have it, Mr. Kern, honest I don't."
"Don't give me that bullshit, you dirty lying cunt. You took it and I want it back."
"I'll get it for you, Mr. Kern, honest I will. I just need some time."
"Time! You want some time! I'll give you some time!"
Ruth heard the sound of a hand slapping flesh and then the sound of a woman weeping.
"Now you get the fuck out of here, you whore bitch! Get me that money back by tomorrow noon or I'll shove that fucking spear up your miserable cunt!"
"Yes sir! I'll get it for you, Mr. Kern."
Ruth stepped off to the side as the obviously distracted and distraught blonde girl raced past her and ran out the front door.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Me, sir?"
"No, my grandmother Myrtle. Of course, I mean you. What the hell are you doing here?"
"My name is Ruth Davidson, from Hill Forest High. I spoke to you yesterday about some props and costumes."
"Right, I remember, Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Davidson. I didn't mean to shout at you. I was just upset by the bit ... woman I was arguing with. She stole some money from the cash register and I was really sore."
"That's all right, Mr. Kern."
"No, it isn't all right. I shouldn't have used that sort of language or hit her when you were here."
"You didn't realize that I was here, sir."
"Maybe so, but let's see what I can do for you and your group."
"We'd appreciate anything at all, sir."
"Okay, okay. You're a cute little girl, Ruth."
"Thank you, Mr. Kern."
"Are the other girls in the show as pretty as you?"
"I'm sure they are all prettier than me, sir."
"You're being too modest, Ruth."
The girl didn't answer. She studied the man closely. Mr. Kern was in his early forties, it seemed to her. Medium height and a nice looking man.
"Come on, Ruth, let's see what we have for your group."
Kern took the girl by her hand and took her to a staircase that led down to another store room in the basement. Although the steps were well lighted, the girl felt a little spooked by all the costumes and strange props lining the stairs.
The man opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and they entered the large room. Like the upstairs section of the store, this room was also crammed with all sorts of gowns, uniforms, and the like.
The man indicated the costumes that he could donate to their effort. Most of them were highly inappropriate to the show they were putting on. In fact, Ruth didn't see one she thought she could use.
"Well, what do you think, can you use them?"
"I don't think so."
"Oh?"
"I appreciate your showing me these and offering them to us, but they don't really fit in with our show idea."
"Well, I can't very well loan you the very good ones, can I?"
"Why not, Mr. Kern?"
"Tell me, Miss High School girl, why should I be so good to you and to your friends?"
"Maybe because I can be very good to you."
The man stopped in his tracks, not really believing what he had heard.
"Would you say that again?"
"I said if you're good to us, I'll be good to you."
"How good will you be to me?"
"Remember the girl you were yelling at when I came in?"
"That bitch. Of course I remember her, what has that got to do with you?"
"You really wanted to beat her up, didn't you?"
"You bet your ass, I did. I wanted to kick the living shit out of her."
"Okay then, it's all set."
"Ruth, I don't know what in hell you're talking about."
"It's no good being frustrated. I'll take her place. You can beat me up and then I'll take care of you any way you want."
"Are you really serious?"
"Of course I am. This way everyone gets what they want."
"How do you figure that?"
"Look, you take your anger out on me. You feel better. I take care of your cock and you feel even better than that. The society gets the costumes and nobody is a loser."
"What do you get out of this for yourself?"
"I get my kicks. Now, what are you worried about. Would you like to stick your cock into me or not?"
The man was at a loss for words. Never had he ever been propositioned like this before. He was tongue tied. The girl decided to make the first move.
She put her hands under her skirt and swiftly pulled her bikini panties off. Flipping her skirt up, she turned around and showed her ass to the man.
"Does that look like I'm kidding?"
The man stared at the still distinct marks of the beating she had received on Friday night from Tom. His cock stirred in his pants as it was turned on by the sight of the nubile young high school girl.
"Hey, I can't do anything to you."
"Why not, Mr. Kern?"
"Because you're underage, that's why."
"Look, Mr. Kern, I'm hot and I want to get beaten and fucked. If you won't do it, I'll go to the police and tell them you assaulted me anyway."
"You are a tough little bitch."
"Well, why don't you try to soften me up a little?"
The man didn't say anything. He stared at Ruth for a minute and then walked over to her. He lifted his arm and before Ruth could brace herself, she received a resounding slap on the side of her face.
She reeled from the blow, which was quickly followed up by two more. The impact hurled her to the floor and she tried to steady herself on her knees. The store owner gave her no respite. He followed her and his foot lashed out.
The kick caught the girl in her ribs and she gasped for breath. A sharp pain radiated from the point of contact to all parts of her body.
"You filthy bitch, stealing my money. You'll pay for that with your ass."
The man was living up to Ruth's suggestion and was identifying the girl with his former employee.
"You wait here, cunt. I'll be right back."
The man left the girl lying on the floor and mounted the steps leading to the main floor. He locked the door behind him.
Ruth regained her breath and slowly rose to her feet. Her pussy began to moisten as she anticipated the ordeal that awaited her. Her mind had finally accepted the fact that she needed abuse in order to fulfill her needs.
While she waited for the man to return, she wandered about the interesting room. She inspected the costumes and props, and poked into the dusty corners. She was absorbed in a Victorian costume when she heard the door open.
Steps rang out on the stairs and she thought they were awfully loud. She turned and gasped. Mr. Kern was back and he was accompanied by another man.
"There's the cunt over there, Ken. We're going to have some fun with her. Don't be afraid to hurt her. She likes it."
Ken was a tall, thin black man. Ruth had never been with a black man before and she suddenly grew frightened. She had no chance to dwell further on the topic for the men were upon her.
"She looks scared, Bill."
The black man had spoken to Kern.
"Don't worry, Ken. That makes it more fun. Besides I don't think she's ever had a black dick. Have you, cunt?"
"No sir."
"Well, we'll change that, won't we Ken?"
"Yes, we will. I like white pussy and head."
Ruth's trembling continued, but it had changed. Its cause was no longer fear, but rather an intense anticipation for what was in store for her. In her short career she had never experienced two men at the same time.
Visual pictures imposed themselves on her brain and her pussy got wetter.
"Show Ken your ass like you did me."
The girl quickly obeyed and presented her naked bottom to the black man. Ken took a deep breath and ran his hands over the healing flesh.
"Man, that's quite a little ass, girl. Looks like someone got to it before we did, though."
The touch of the black man's hands brought an added thrill to the girl. She had never been touched in her private parts by a black man before.
"Enough bullshit. Let's get started."
"Okay, Bill."
"Would you like me to get undressed?"
Her question was answered by a hard slap to her face. She fought back the tears. "You keep your fucking mouth shut. When we want you to say something, we'll tell you. For your impertinence you're going to get punished."
Kern went to the girl and roughly removed her skirt and panties. The girl now stood naked from the waist down. She tingled as she watched the two men licking their lips at the sight of her bare ass.
"Ken, take that barrel over there and lay it down on its side."
The other man did as he was instructed. The barrel was an empty oil can and it originally held about sixty gallons. When resting on its side, it stood about three feet off the ground.
"Now, take the cunt and bend her over it."
The black man roughly grabbed Ruth by her hands and dragged her over to the barrel. He went around to the other side and pulled hard on her hands. This had the effect of bending her body over the round object so that her bare ass was vulnerable to the other man who was behind her.
The barrel was cold and felt uncomfortable on her naked pussy which was pressed against the metal. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kern walk over to a chest and remove a large wooden paddle.
She strained against the grasp of the black man but he was incredibly strong, and her efforts were futile.
As she resisted his grasp, the first blow landed on her buttocks. The wood slapped against her with a loud sound. The pain was intensified by the pressure the blow created on the part of her body that was pressing against the barrel.
Again and again, the paddle fell on her ass. Tears began to flow from her eyes freely, as the pain took over control of her body. She bit her lip and tried to keep control of herself.
The men laughed at her discomfort and the sight of the tears caused Kern to swing at her with even greater force. Suddenly the blows stopped.
"Ken, how about taking a turn at beating some white ass?"
"Why not Bill, why not?"
Kern took the black man's place at her hands, and Ken picked up the paddle and resumed the beating to the white girl's ass. If Ruth could have seen what was going on, she would have thought her ass had been dyed.
The cheeks were bright red from the pounding, and in the center of her left buttock, the edge of the paddle had cut into the flesh, and blood was trickling out.
The black man pounded her ass for a minute or two and then stopped. Grinning, he walked around to where Kern was, and showed the paddle to the girl. It was stained with blood.
"That's your blood, cunt. That'll teach you to steal money from us."
The men had easily fallen into the make-believe game that Ruth had devised for them. Her ass was burning, as it if were on fire. Fingers with sharp nails were punctuating its flesh with excruciating flashes of agony.
"Would you like us to stop, little girl?"
"Yes, please. I would appreciate it if you'd stop."
"Do you hear that, Ken? She'd appreciate it if we'd stop. The cunt has a lot of balls, asking us to stop."
"Please sirs, if you'll stop, I'll do anything you want. Anything."
"Well, that makes it a little interesting. Don't you think so, Bill?"
The white man smiled and agreed.
"Let her go, Bill."
Kern released her hands and Ruth slumped backward and sunk to the floor.
She shook her head to rid herself of the dizziness the beating had caused.
"Strip, cunt. Take it all off."
Despite the pain, Ruth acted quickly. Her nimble fingers removed her blouse and bra. In a few seconds, she was standing naked in front of the two men.
"Not bad, what do you think, Kern?"
"Cute tits, but a little bit on the small side."
"Maybe we can get them to swell a little."
Ruth shuddered at the thought of what they might do to accomplish the increase. They instructed her to model for them, and so she whirled around and assumed all sorts of poses that showed her naked body off to their commands.
As she gyrated, she could see the bulges growing in their pants. They were really getting horny from her performance, and she licked her lips in anticipation of the cock feast she was going to get.
She didn't have long to wait. The two men looked at each other and winked. In a second, two hands reached down to two zippers, and almost immediately, two stiff pricks were sticking out in front of their owners.
Kern's dick was thick and not very long. Ken's was longer but thinner. Ruth found herself staring at the black man's prick. She had never seen one before, at least not in the flesh.
"Come over here, and say hello to your friends."
The girl obeyed Kern's command, and went to a position in front of the two men. She didn't know which cock to pay homage to first, and she looked up for instructions.
"Come cunt you are. Don't just stand there. Start!"
An idea came to Ruth and she reached out, and placing a hand on each man's hip, gently brought their bodies together so that their cocks were only a couple of inches apart.
Opening her mouth, and sticking her tongue out, she turned her head so that it was parallel to the floor, and licked across both organs in one swing. She waited for a blow to fall on her head but none transpired.
The men just started open-mouthed at her. She had deprived them of an excuse to beat her. She had taken care of the two cocks at once.
The girl capitalized on their momentary confusion and she took a cock in each hand. Then, as if she had two lollipops, she began to run her hands up and down each swollen shaft as she alternated placing each one in her mouth, and sucking on the full head for several seconds at a time.
Ruth felt as if she were the richest person in the world. After all, she had two stiff pricks that were going to be devoted exclusively to her. She was curious about the black man's dick.
As she sucked on it, she realized that it tasted and felt the same as a white cock. Bill's cock, despite its smaller length, stuffed her mouth because of its girth. Ken's cock was much more comfortable in her mouth because of its slimmer configuration.
"This is okay, but not good enough, Ken. We're not getting the maximum from this cunt."
"What do you suggest, Bill?"
"I've got an idea, Ken. Let her suck on you for awhile until I find something."
The man zipped up his pants, stuffed his hard cock back into his pants with some difficulty, and ran upstairs. Ruth watched him leave, and suddenly felt her hair being pulled with ferocious force.
"Come on, cunt. There's this long, black dick for you to take care of."
Through the veil of stars that the tugging on her head had caused, Ruth could see the erect penis shoved up to an inch of her face. She opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the organ.
It was too long for all of it to fit into her young mouth, but she took in as much as she could. She licked and sucked at the excited organ, and lapped up the stray drops of semen that were beginning to seep out of the hole in the tip.
She held the base of it with her hand, and she was turned on by the contrast created by her white skin and the blackness of the prick. She could feel her pussy juices flow even faster and heavier than before.
She was so intent on her fellation of the man, that she was unaware of the owner's return. He was carrying a garment that looked like a corset.
"Okay, Ken, more of that later. In the meantime, let's have some fun."
With a trace of reluctance, the black man withdrew his cock from Ruth's mouth and stepped back.
"Up on your feet, bitch!"
Ruth did as she was instructed.
Kern walked over to her and wrapped the garment around her body. It was a corset of sorts. It was long and the top was cut out so her breasts were uplifted by the cloth.
At the bottom, the cut-outs outlined her pubic area in the front, and her ass in the back. There were many cords on the corset.
Kern winked at Bill, and the two men began to fasten the cords securely around the girl's body. Ruth was puzzled by all of this until she became aware of the pain beginning to seep into her consciousness.
The men were lacing her into the garment extremely tightly. Ruth could only think of movies she had seen, where the heroines had to hold on to bed posts as their maids laced them into the contraptions.
But the difference here was that instead of using the garment to slenderize her, the men were utilizing it as an instrument to cause great pain to her. Gleefully, the men vied with each other in their attempts to tighten the corset around the girl's slim body.
The girl looked down and saw that they had been able to constrict her middle body to a much smaller size that it normally was. As her waist shrunk, her pubic area would stick out further and her breasts were being thrust far out from her chest.
She was having trouble breathing. The men were timing their tightening motions to her breathing. As the girl breathed in they would pull with all of their might, and the corset would cinch in another fraction of an inch.
The bottom and top of the garment began to cut deeply into her tender flesh, and angry red welts were appearing on her smooth skin. The pain was growing more intense and tears were being squeezed out of her eyes.
The more her waist was coming in, the more her ass, cunt, and tits were bulging out. Her figure was being restructured in such a manner as to exaggerate her sexual features at the expense of the rest of her body.
Ruth had to strain mightily to draw her breath, so tightly were the restraints cramping her. At last, the men stopped in their efforts. They didn't want to kill her. At least not with a corset.
The two of them began to play an obscene game with the sorely trussed girl. They were all over her with their hands and fingers, poking and squeezing at the bulging flesh.
They hurled her back and forth from one to the other. The girl grew dizzy and stumbled several times. This only served to ripen their humor, and they laughed hoarsely as she fell heavily on the ground.
Bruises covered her body, as her flesh rebelled against the rough treatment she was receiving. Her breasts were sporting scrape marks from her falls to the floor. The men tired of the game and threw her down on a heap of old costumes as they held a conference to determine what to do next.
Both had since unzipped their flies again, and the stiff penises were sticking out in front of them. They were horny to begin with, and being involved in the debasement of the young creature had stirred them up even more.
"I think it's time that we got our rocks off, Bill. What do you think?"
The black man readily agreed with his friend. His balls were beginning to ache him, as the girl's predicament raised his libido to the breaking point.
"Who goes first?"
"I don't know, Kern. Maybe we can both go at the same time."
"How, Bill?"
"See that scaffold over there?"
"Yeah, I see it. So what?"
"Well, stupid, we can dangle the girl from the scaffold and one of us can fuck her in the ass, while the other is banging away in her cunt."
"How are you going to dangle her, I don't want to kill her."
Ruth's ears perked up at the conversation and a cold chill swept over her body.
"Who said anything about killing her, you schmuck? We'll tie her hands to the top of the scaffold, and that way we can handle the situation."
"Right on, man I dig you. Let's go."
The black man went over to the prostrate girl, and lifted her up by her hair. Again, tears came to her eyes; the pain took hold of her entire body. The man dragged her along to the floor and over to the stage prop.
The cement floor tore at her tender flesh with sandpaper fierceness, and the girl was soon leaving a trail of blood from her scraped and tormented body.
As casually as they would heave a sack of potatoes, her hands were tightly bound together over her head, and she was hoisted onto the scaffold. They raised her sufficiently so that her feet were off the ground, and her cunt and asshole at the proper height for their cocks.
"I'm going to get comfortable, Bill."
The man stripped quickly and he was soon standing as naked as Ruth.
"You've got a good idea, Ken."
The white man followed his partner's suggestion and he too, stripped quickly down. An onlooker would have found the scene to be highly erotic.
Two naked men, with swollen phalluses, sticking straight out in front of them, were surrounding a naked girl, choked into a corset that covered her body, except for her sexual apparatus, and hanging from a scaffold.
"What do you want, Kern, the ass or the cunt?"
"I'll take the cunt if you don't mind, Bill."
"Shit, why the fuck should I mind? I would like to poke my cock into her juicy little asshole."
"You start, Bill. It'll take you awhile to get into her ass. I can be in her snatch in a second."
"What do you mean, take awhile? I'll be balls deep in half a minute."
"You have to take it easy with her, especially in the ass. It'll hurt her too much."
"What the fuck do I care if I hurt her? As a matter of fact, the more I hurt her, the more I'll enjoy it."
Without further ado, Bill lined up his cock with the entrance to Ruth's bowels and began to shove into the tight little hole.
Shrugging his shoulders, the black man did the same maneuvering except he was working at Ruth's cunt. The girl's body swung to and fro, as each man strove to plant his prick into the hole reserved for him.
The black mar's cock slipped easily into the pussy waiting for him. Ruth had been all stirred up by the abuse she had received earlier, and the passageway was well-lubricated and the lips were open for the penetration.
Kern played with the girl. He shoved in only part of his long dick, and then withdrew it part way. Ruth shivered deliciously as the long thin prick reamed in and out.
She couldn't wait for the balance of his shaft to bury itself deep inside her pussy. She wanted to have her cherry taken away. It was getting to be a bother to her. All the sexual activity she had recently still left her technically a virgin.
Being a virgin in her pussy was the last hindrance to the abandoned and depraved life she had chosen to lead. Kern's prick wasn't the first one she had had in her.
On two occasions, she had almost gone all the way with boyfriends, but at the last moment, either the boy or she had chickened out before the hymen was ruptured. Now, in only a matter of moments, it would be gone forever.
Her concentration on the cock exploring her ready cunt was distracted by the pain coming from her rear end. Bill's dick was thicker than Kern's, and he was having difficulty getting into the puckered little hole. But he was true to his word. He didn't care how much he hurt the girl.
Roughly he pried her ass cheeks apart with his hands, and then slammed his cock against the hole. The pain of his onslaught reverberated throughout Ruth's entire body.
At last, he had some success. The head of his angry tool penetrated the ring protecting her shit hole, and embedded itself inside the hanging girl's ass.
He exploited the breach of security and in a series of blows that had the girl's head reeling with pain, he buried himself to the balls in her hot ass.
Once he was completely inside, he ground his cock around in a circle that sent shock waves of explosive pain into the helpless victim of his perversion.
As the pain cleared away, Ruth tried to concentrate on the feelings she was obtaining from the two cocks that were simultaneously fucking at her fore and aft holes.
She had never had two cocks in her at the same time before. The sensations were fantastic. She could feel the two of them squeezing between them, flesh that had never been stimulated before.
The sensations continued to be exquisite. The pain in her ass had turned to pleasure as her body adjusted to the alien presence buried deep in her bowels. Kern was pushing deeper and deeper into her virgin twat. Each additional inch that plunged into her, sent her allotment of delight soaring for miles more.
Suddenly the pressure on her cunt ceased. The black man was withdrawing his stiff prick out of her inflamed pussy.
"What's the matter, Kern?"
"Shit, Bill, the kid's a fucking virgin."
"Bullshit, how can she be a virgin! Look what the fuck we're doing to her."
"Bill, I don't care what you say. She's a virgin. And an under-aged one at that. I ain't gonna be the one to pop this cherry. No way."
"What do you say, bitch. Are you still cherry?"
The girl remained silent. She was devastated. She felt for sure she'd be deflowered by the black cock in her cunt. Now it was all over.
The white man yanked viciously at her hair, and squeezed hard on her right breast. Lightning bolts of pain shot through her naked body.
"When I ask you a question, cunt, you answer me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. I understand."
"That's better. Now tell us. Are you still cherry?"
Her head hung down as she mumbled an affirmative reply to her two attackers.
"I'll be double-fucked. Still a virgin, and look at her!"
"Like I said, Bill. I'll go along with everything that's happening here, but I draw the line at copping her cherry."
"Shit. Only one of us can fit into her ass, buddy."
"That's right, but she's got another hole, Bill."
"Of course she does, Ken. Of course she does."
The white man savagely ripped his cock out of her steaming ass, and untied the knot that was holding her dangling over the floor. The girl was unable to maintain her balance, upon landing, and she crumpled and fell full-length onto the cold hard floor.
When she refocused her vision, she found herself staring at her bound wrists. The ropes had been cruelly tied and both wrists were severely cut by the fibers. It looked as if she were wearing identical bracelets of blood around each wrist.
Pain seared into her brain as her shoulders relaxed from the strain of having been taut, as she hung from the makeshift support. She tried to force more air into her lungs in order to alleviate the pain. But that was impossible.
The corset pressed cruelly into her body, and just simple breathing was a difficult chore. When she was hanging from the scaffold, the weight of her body actually relieved some of the constriction, since her body was elongated by the pull of gravity.
Once the pull was gone, the full impact of the garment came back and confined her terribly. She had no more time to muse over her condition, for once again, she felt a hand yanking at her hair.
She looked up and saw the hand was black. Kern was dragging her over to the far side of the room. She tried to get to her feet, but Bill knocked her down again.
It was clear to her that they were going to punish her for being a virgin. At last, they reached the wall. The black man strained and lifted her completely off the floor just by digging his hand into her air and pulling.
The girl almost passed out from the pain. Her eyes cleared and she saw the black man standing in front of her with his back leaning against the wall. His stiff, long black prick was standing out in front of him.
His hands were still in her hair, and he pulled down. The girl followed the course of his arm, and opened her mouth in time to be speared with the flesh lance that was waiting for her.
Bent over she began to suck and lick the licorice stick that was hers to take care of. She settled on the cock with an inner smile, and began to lave all the affection and expertise she could on its swollen body.
She became so engrossed in her attentions to the prick that she wasn't aware of Bill's hand as he roughly grabbed her hips and for the second time that afternoon, pushed her asscheeks aside, in order to allow his cock to ream into the inviting asshole thus exposed.
When the head of the instrument poked into the hot shit hole, Ruth became aware of its presence. The man showed the girl no mercy as he positioned himself for a singly massive thrust.
He humped his hips back and then shot forward with the entire weight of his body concentrated in the stiff appendage jutting out in front of him.
The girl's entire body shuddered under the impact of the thrust. She had to be careful that she didn't damage Kern's cock by over-reacting to the violations of her ass.
The lunge worked completely, and once again, the white man's stiff thick prick was embedded to the hilt in the girl's tender, but steaming ass.
Kern regained his composure and then began to steadily ream out the ass. In and out the engorged cock plowed the shit hole. He developed a steady rhythm and watched with fascinated eyes as the organ buried itself deep on the in stroke, and then emerged, covered with slime, on the outstroke.
Ruth began to wiggle her ass to maximize the sensations the man's cock was creating in her bowels. A smack across her cheek was a reminder from the black man that she was neglecting his anxious prick.
She redoubled her efforts on the man's ebony prick. She imagined it to be a clarinet, and she tried to play on it to make beautiful music for both of their souls.
The skin of the prick was uncommonly smooth, and she relished the feelings her tongue was receiving from its ministrations to the organ. Back and forth, her head bobbed as she fellated the slim dick.
She began to coordinate her bodily movements so that she could get the most pleasure out of the two happenings. She didn't want to miss any of the sensations coming from the efficient plumbing of her ass that was taking place.
Nor did she want to be deprived of the fine niceties of the cock sucking she was performing on the black man. The obscene ritual went on. It was made even more perverted by the surroundings.
The costumes, mannequins and props stared at the trio with empty eyes as the menage a trois continued in its erotic symphony. The juices within each participant churned and stirred up to maximum volume, as the bodies involved in the orgy became impossibly excited.
The girl was drinking down an increasing amount of seepage from the black man's cock. Ruth knew this was a sign of his imminent climax. Soon she would have all the delicious scum to drink as it shot out of his dick.
Her feeling was confirmed as she felt a trembling start in his body which transmitted to the cock itself.
Ken was puzzled by his rapidly approaching orgasm. Usually the man was a real stud. Able to hold back for long periods of time. It must have been the sight of his long black prick disappearing into the white girl's mouth that caused the super frenzy he was feeling.
A little blonde white girl was swallowing up his very black cock and she looked like she was really enjoying it. The turn-on was more than he could handle. With a hoarse cry, he released the pent-up scum into the white girl's mouth.
"Take that shit, white girl. Drink it all up. I'm going to flood you and drown you with my shit, you miserable white cunt. Suck my cock dry. Drain my balls."
The girl's mouth and throat worked overtime, as she struggled to cope with the seemingly unending explosion of spunk that was shooting out of the frenzied black man's prick.
The sight of his friend's cock shooting off its liquid cargo into the young girl's mouth proved to be Bill's undoing. The sight coupled with the extra squeezing that Ruth was doing with her muscle ring on his plunging cock, triggered off the white man's orgasm.
"You fucking bitch! You cock sucking, ass fucking bitch. Take my shit right where it belongs. Suck out my cock with your ass, you miserable cunt!"
Ruth was in seventh heaven. She had not one, but two cocks exploding their precious liquid juice into her waiting body. The hot gobs of sauce catapulting into her ass soothed the torn tissues and brought a bliss to the shit canal.
While her muscle ring squeezed out every drop from Bill's spewing prick, her mouth was doing the same to the black man's excited organ. She couldn't cope with the flow and trickles of the sauce were dripping out of her mouth to land on the severely jutting breasts.
The girl had concentrated so exclusively on the men she was servicing that she lost awareness of her body and its needs. The reality of her reaction to the orgy was a sudden tremor that wracked her being.
Her legs grew rubbery and she staggered slightly. Waves of warm delight swept over her, and although her eyes were wide open, she could see bursting lights and magnificent comets flashing across with tails of burning silver and gold.
All three of them were wrapped up in the triple orgasm that included all members of the trio. Each was lost in the world of their own sensitivities and passions.
The reactions and climaxes were so intense that they couldn't last. Ken the first to come, was the first to admit defeat. Gently now, he pushed Ruth's head away and removed his fellated cock from her aching mouth.
Ruth's effective milking of his cock had drained every drop out of Bill's shriveling organ, and he pulled out of the girl with a loud wet noise.
Ruth held onto Ken's kips in order to steady herself while the orgasm in her tortured body ran its full course. When it was over, she straightened up.
The men had already begun to unfasten the confining corset, and as it loosened around her, she gratefully gulped huge amounts of air to compensate for the short rations she had been on during their orgy.
All three of them quickly got dressed, and they hurried upstairs.
"Oh, wow, I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to get home. My parents will kill me."
The men offered to drive her home and in two minutes, she was seated in Ken's car, as it sped to her home in the suburbs.
During the drive, they chatted amiably and the men promised that her drama society could have anything they wanted at no cost.
The girl was thrilled and told them so.
"That's really very sweet of you."
"What the hell, Ruth. You were super with us."
"Yeah, but you still didn't take care of my problem."
"What problem, Ruth?"
"I'm still a virgin. That's what!"
The men laughed.
"I'm sorry, Ruth, but you'll have to find someone else to do the honors. Ken and I won't."
They soon arrived at her house, and Ruth jumped out of the car and waved goodbye to the men. Wearing a broad grin, she walked in to greet her parents.
CHAPTER SIX
Ruth spent her days rehearsing after school. There were so many things to do. The costumes were ready for the show, but the props were giving everyone a hard time.
Ruth took over, and managed to hunt up all the things that they needed for the performance. Everyone in the drama club was getting nervous and edgy.
There were still several scenes to perfect, and the director of the show kept going over one small part of one scene. Ruth was annoyed with that. The director wasn't paying much attention to her part at all.
Her annoyance was dissipated, however, when she noticed a new man sitting through one of the rehearsals. She didn't know who he was, but he looked rather interesting to her.
She found herself concentrating on him during the last of the rehearsal, but when it was over, and she was able to wander about the auditorium, the man would disappear.
Her nights were lonely, since her father was on another of his longer business trips. Her mother managed to spend every night out of the house. She said that there were some wonderful business deals coming up, and she couldn't pass them by.
Ruth didn't care about her mother being away, but she missed her father. She thought about him often during the nights, but since the show was so close, she spent lots of time studying the lines that she already knew so well.
Ruth spent time in her room, practicing before the mirror. Her director told her to know what she looked like when she said something. She thought that it was sound advice, so she did just that.
Over and over again, she spoke the lines to her imaginary partners. She moved her shoulders in the way that she was supposed to in the play, and turned around to see what she looked like.
But one night, as she was working in front of the mirror, she remembered her experience with Mr. Burns. She remembered the way that she had flirted with him and the way that he had reacted.
She re-enacted the scene before the mirror. She couldn't see the marks of the bruises that his love taps left. So, there alone in the house, she took off her clothes.
She paraded in front of the mirror, in just her panties and her bra, and turned around and around. She shifted one shoulder down and then the next to see the one bruise that she still had on her back.
Thinking about that episode made her feel sexy. She wanted some more sex like that. It made her feel alive and sexy. Just the way that her father made her mother feel when they did it to each other.
"An apple never falls far from the tree," she said out loud, as she thought of that scene she had caught her parents in.
Ruth shivered as she remembered the images that had let her in on her parents' sex life. She still had mixed feelings about that, however. She just wasn't sure how she felt about it.
Ruth let her fantasy blend into another one. It wasn't Mr. Burns this time, but that man who was sitting in the back of the auditorium for the last few days.
She imagined that he was sitting there. She would go up to him and then show him all she had for him. But not at once. She would have to give it to him slowly.
Ruth pranced in front of the mirror, in her underthings, making believe that the man was sitting there. She would rub her tits in his face, and then run away. She shook her firm young breasts, and thought about the time they had been brutalized, too.
Her fantasy was interrupted when the front door closed. Her mother was home, early and unexpectedly. She quickly threw her robe on and none too soon. Her mother stuck her head in the doorway of her room to announce her arrival.
That took the fun out of it for Ruth, and she hurried to get things done before getting into bed. The next day was the dress rehearsal for the play, and she wanted to be especially good. She was hoping that the. mystery man would be there.
The next morning, she showered rather early, and got to school before classes began. She checked the stage setting, making sure that her props were there, so that she wouldn't have to worry about a thing.
She put her make-up kit on the bench in the dressing room, and then scooted off to class. But it wasn't any good. She couldn't concentrate on a single thing all day, but the coming dress rehearsal.
During the day, she met a few of the other cast members, but they didn't seem half as nervous or concerned as she was.
Well, she said to herself, they probably aren't interested in the theater seriously, as I am. They just don't understand, that's all.
Finally, the last bell of the school day rang and she sprang out of her seat. She ran to the dressing room behind the auditorium. No one was there just yet, but she started to get things set up, just the same.
The other kids and the director showed up in a little while, but she just didn't have any patience with them.
"Don't you feel the excitement of the new opening show?" she asked one of the other members.
"No," the girl replied. "This is a great way to have fun, but that's all it is."
The girl, who had a bigger part than Ruth, turned away and started to play cards with some of the others. Ruth was so angry, that she just didn't bother to speak to anyone else during the entire dress rehearsal.
It went well, but Ruth wasn't satisfied. She told herself that it wasn't right and the director just didn't care at all. She wanted to go over some of the props and rehearse there by herself.
I'm not going to make a fool of myself on that stage Friday night. I don't care what they think. I'm going to work on my own, she told herself.
Most of the people had cleared out of the auditorium, as Ruth lingered behind the sets. The director came up to her and smiled.
"It's going to be a great show. It's getting late, Ruth, and you had better return your costume, and get on home."
"I just want to go over some things, Miss Honor."
"Well, I don't think that is necessary. However, I don't like you being here alone. It's getting rather late. I have to leave in just a few minutes, and everyone is supposed to be out by that time."
"I'll be as quick as I can," Ruth told this woman.
"I must ask you to be very quick. I am in charge of this production and no one is to be here after the faculty members leave, Ruth."
Miss Honor walked away from Ruth then. But Ruth just stood there. She felt like hitting the woman. She didn't even care what the play looked like. All she cared about was that one silly scene with the others in it.
As the woman left the auditorium, Ruth made believe that she was getting ready to leave, too. Most of the lights were out, both in the auditorium, and backstage, but Ruth didn't care. She wasn't afraid to be out in the dark.
Ruth was certain that everyone had gone, as she turned into the little dressing room. She looked at her props and as she sat in front of the row of mirrors, she suddenly remembered the scene that she had fantasized the night before.
Now she looked at herself. She didn't want to take off the make-up and the costume she had on. She felt special in the outfit.
But then, realizing that no one else was there, she saw the opportunity to play a little more. Shy quickly took off the costume. After all, she told herself, she would have to get dressed at some point.
She took off the dress, placing it on the hanger that she had for it. Then she stood in front of the mirror. She was only wearing her stockings, high-heeled shoes, and bra.
She walked back and forth in front of the mirror, shaking her breasts as she did. She imagined that the attractive stranger was sitting in front of her and she was teasing him.
"You're really very pretty," the voice said from behind her.
Ruth spun around, as she heard the voice. She was frightened. Many thoughts went through her head instantly. Who was behind her? Was he going to hurt her?
When she focused on the man who belonged to the voice, she started to laugh from the nervous tension.
"Am I that funny, Ruth?" the man asked her.
"No, it's-you scared me."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. But I wanted to wait until the others were gone home."
"Who are you?"
"You don't remember seeing me in the back of the auditorium?" he asked her.
"Well, yes I do, but I still don't know who you are," she said to him.
Ruth couldn't believe her good luck. It was the very man that she was thinking and fantasizing about. He was standing there, watching her and she didn't even feel ashamed.
"My name is Greg Alexander. I am a friend of Mr. Burns. You know him, don't you, Ruth."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. He smiled at her in a strange way. He was looking at her body eagerly. She couldn't help but feel excited as he watched her.
"Please don't stop walking around. I enjoyed looking at you, you know," he said to her.
She didn't know what to make of it. She remembered the encounter with Mr. Burns only too well. She didn't know what this man wanted from her, but she was flattered to think that he knew her name.
"I know Mr. Burns, that's true. But not very well, of course," she lied to him.
"Oh, now, there's no need to pretend. I know all about that little incident that took place not long ago," he said to her. He smiled at her as he spoke.
"Well, that was something that I couldn't help, Mr. Alexander. I didn't want that to happen, you know."
Ruth walked right up to the man, and then away. She brushed her breasts against him just the way that she had imagined it. She shook her ass as she walked, imagining that she was a hooker, showing off her wares.
"I heard that you were a real tease. That you like to get it all over. Is that true?" he asked her, coming after her.
She spun away from him and smiled at him. She felt the tingles beginning to ran up and down her half-clothed body. She recalled in her mind the adventure she had had with Mr. Burns. Her pussy began to moisten at the thought.
"So Mr. Burns told you all about what happened in his office?"
"That's right, Ruth. He said that you were something else. Something else, indeed."
"I would have thought that he would have been too much of a gentleman to have talked about the way he took advantage of me."
"Took advantage of you?"
"Of course he did. After all, he's my advisor, and what he did, certainly has to be considered taking advantage of another person.
"Strange, he didn't put it quite that way."
"What way did he put it, Mr. Alexander?"
"Please call me Gregg."
"Okay, Gregg. What did he say to you?"
"I don't want to offend you, Ruth, but I'd like to use his exact words."
"Please do, Mr. Al-Gregg."
"Well, Mr. Burns said you were an out and out cock teaser, and you had to be put in your place."
"He said that?"
"I see you like to be coy, and play games, Ruth."
"Why, Gregg, how can you say that?"
The girl smiled as she spoke, and she thrust her breasts out at the man for emphasis. The man took a step toward her, but reconsidered and withdrew to his original position.
"I do believe you're blushing, Gregg."
Her teasing remark now brought out a full flush on the handsome man's face.
He half raised his hand as if to strike the girl, but he thought better of it, and he allowed his hand to fall harmlessly to his side.
"Why, Gregg, it looked for a moment as though you were going to hit me. That's not nice, now, is it?"
Admiration for the girl's body and face had turned to rage in the man's mind. Burns had been right. The girl was an out and out cock teaser.
Ruth gloated over the predicament she had placed the man in. He was hot for her body. That was for sure. Burns had probably told him everything about the bout in the assistant dean's office.
To add to the teasing, Ruth ignored the man, and began to move around the dressing room. She utilized a provocative walk that caused her ass cheeks to ride up and down as her hips swayed from side to side.
The man watched her and was very aware of the bulge that was pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Embarrassed he cast what he thought was a secretive look down at his crotch, to see if his blossoming hard-on was visible.
The girl caught the glance and followed the line of his eyes with her own.
"Why, Gregg, it seems that you have a problem that just came up."
Her laughter was doubled by the increased embarrassment shown by the man's flushed face. The girl pressed her advantage.
"Say, you've got a hard problem there. I wonder what you plan to do with it?"
The slow burn that had been developing in the older man's mind was rapidly changing to a rage. His ears burned from the taunts thrown out by the teenaged girl.
Ruth fanned the fire by resuming her parading in front of the man. She thrust her tits out and continued to wiggle her ass as she moved about the smallish dressing room.
The man could not take his eyes away from the strutting figure. Ruth had a great body to begin with, and the way she was handling it now, brought out the best in her.
Several times, she swept close to the man and accidentally brushed her firm breasts against his shoulders and arms. Each time she did that, she giggled as the man's cock became harder and harder.
Ruth could see the sweat beginning to break out on his face, as the internal struggle for control of his emotions raged inside him. The girl pressed harder.
"Oh, dear, my panties are cutting into me. I had better adjust them."
The man watched as the girl put her hand into the flimsy panties, and he could see a dim outline of her fingers behind the cloth, as they moved around in her pubic area.
When she withdrew her hand, he could see her fingers glistening in the light. They had been coated with pussy juice during the venture under her panties.
The girl had actually shoved her fingers into her cunt in front of him. Now his cock really began to erect stiffer and stiffer.
Now the girl played her trump card.
"What time is it, Gregg?"
Automatically, the man looked at his watch. "It's four-fifteen, Ruth."
"Oh, dear. I'm late. I have to get home. I have to get out of here."
The man was stunned. After putting on a teasing performance that had his cock stiffer than it had been for a long time, the girl was going to leave him high and dry.
A red veil of rage swept over him, and he lost all reason and all of his civilized behavior. He watched the girl turn away from him and pick up her skirt. She started to step into the garment.
With a rapidity that surprised him, the man was at her side in an instant. He grabbed her wrists with his hands, and squeezed down on them until the fingers relaxed their hold on the skirt and it fell to the floor.
"Gregg, what are you doing? You're hurting me. Let me go. I have to be home now."
"The only thing you have to do is what I tell you to do. Do you understand, you cock-teasing bitch?"
"What do you mean, Gregg? I don't understand you at all."
"Oh, you understand all right. Burns was right. You like to tease men into super hard-ons, and then you leave them high and dry. Well, this is one man that you won't do it to."
"If you don't let me go, Mr. Alexander, I'll scream."
"You won't be able to scream with this stuffed into your mouth."
The man let go of the girl for an instant, and reached down to his pants, and after opening the fly, withdrew a large erect cock. The girl's eyes flew open at the sight of it.
She smiled to herself. The man had a beautiful prick. It was long and thick. She could almost taste it in her mouth.
She didn't have long to wait.
"Get down on your knees, cunt."
"I will not."
His hand flew out and this time he didn't stop short of the mark. The blow landed on the side of her face, and she staggered backward. The man took advantage of her dizziness and grabbing her by the hair, he wrenched her down to the floor.
The girl sagged back on her haunches. She didn't stay that way for long. The man still had his grip on the girl's hair, and he yanked her up to a kneeling position.
His hand left her hair, and instead gripped her about the jaw. He squeezed and could feel the girl's mouth open wide. With his other hand, he guided his engorged cock into her mouth.
The girl almost gagged from the force and size of the prick that had just been shoved roughly into her young mouth. She tried to shift her head about so that it would be more comfortable.
But she had not fully reckoned with the inflamed condition of the man whose prick was halfway down her throat. The man was not merely going to allow the girl to suck off his cock.
No, he was fucking her mouth with his crazed prick. He humped his hips back and forth, and the cock at the other side of his body rammed in and out of her tender mouth.
Ruth reeled with the pain, as the hard organ banged roughly and heavily against the roof of her mouth. She could detect a salty taste in her mouth, and she realized that he was cutting her mouth open with his attack.
The delicate tissues were being ripped apart by the assault of the hard, stiff prick. Saliva tinged pink was beginning to seep out of her mouth. The man witnessed the flow and it inflamed him even more than before.
In and out he drove his massive tool. He had pushed the girl back on the floor, so that she was backed up to a wall. His head could not go back any further, and so she had no way of escaping the pile-driving cock that was destroying her mouth.
She tried to lick and suck on the plunging organ but it was useless. The man was fucking her with a rhythm of his own. His force was too great for the teenager to match.
The man could feel his balls filling with semen and he thought of the massive flood of come that he would pour into the battered girl when he was ready. He was not ready now.
As suddenly as he had started with his violation of the girl's mouth, he stopped with equal speed. Ruth was suddenly aware that her mouth was no longer being ravaged by the thick prick.
His hand fell away from her head, and Ruth used the respite to work the pains and strains out of her aching facial muscles and tissues. She awaited his next command.
It was not long in coming.
Ruth hesitated for a second, and was rewarded with a kick that caught her square in the rib cage. She toppled over to her side, as she struggled to catch her breath.
"I said, get undressed."
Again the booted foot struck out and her shoulder was the target. Almost instantly, a massive black and blue mark appeared. Pain was searing her soul as her ribs and shoulder protested the ill treatment.
She didn't want another kick, and she scrambled painfully to her feet. Quickly her fingers unfastened her bra, and it slipped from her firm breasts. Her fingers then hooked into the top of her panties, and they too were swiftly removed.
She was about to remove her shoes when he ordered her to stop.
"No, cunt, leave your shoes on. You look more naked with your high heels on."
It was true. The girl was perched on her high heel shoes. The heels accentuated the superb lines of her legs, and made all of her other features more erotic.
The effect of the sight on the man was obvious. His cock which had reached might proportions already, was swelling to even greater length and hardness. The girl's body had really turned him on.
"Okay, cunt, now you can strut your stuff for me. Let's see how you move your ass and bounce your tits now."
Ruth obeyed the man's command and she began to walk about the room in the same manner as she had one earlier in her successful attempt to enrage him. The exaggerated roll of her hips and ass cheeks were matched by the jiggling of her tits.
As the man watched the lewd performance being acted out for his sole enjoyment, he started to unbutton his pants, and he removed them along with his shorts. He was now completely naked from the waist down.
His prick stood at attention in front of him, and already drops of glistening sperm were shining at the head. His hand dropped to his cock, and he began to slowly masturbate the excited cock.
Ruth added more bounce to her erotic stroll, and every part of her bumped and jiggled. The effect on the man was stupefying. He was sweating uncontrollably now, and his mind and whole being were concentrated in his swollen organ.
"Enough! Enough!"
The girl stopped in her tracks. The man ran over to her, and roughly grabbing her, he threw her down on the floor. Ruth put out her hands to break the fall but it was too late.
Her body hit the hard floor with a thud, and a black cloud came over her as she passed out from the blow.
The man couldn't have cared less, if the girl were alive or dead. All he knew, and all he lived for at that moment, was to get the gnawing in his cock and balls relieved.
He roughly pushed the girl's legs apart and dropped down in between the slim tapered beauties. With one hand, he coarsely parted her vagina lips and with the other hand, he guided his hungry cock to the opening.
In position, he withdrew both hands and slammed his body forward. The bulbous head of his organ buried itself into the girl's cunt.
The entrance of his prick coincided with the recovering of Ruth from her swoon. As she came too, and refocused her eyes, she realized that something had happened. As her senses cleared, she became aware that she was being fucked.
Gregg was brutally bulling his cock into her tender cunt. She saw the man as he lay heavily on top of her naked body. The rough texture of his jacket irritated her skin.
But the girl didn't mind that. Not so long as that gorgeous thick cock was plowing out her cunt. She thrilled to the realization that she finally was going to lose her cherry.
The man on top of her was so inflamed with lust, that he wasn't going to stop for anything or anybody. He was going to get his rocks off on her juicy cunt. The man kept pounding into her, and inch by inch he was shoving all of its length into her virgin hole.
At last, Ruth felt pain as the head came into contact with her hymen. She held her breath and hoped that the man wouldn't stop. This was the moment she had been waiting for.
She could have saved her hoping for a more propitious occasion. Nothing was going to stop Gregg Alexander. It was even uncertain if he knew that he was banging up against the girl's maidenhead.
The resistance of the membrane only made him redouble his efforts, and he pounded away at the girl's vulnerable cherry.
A searing pain shot through Ruth's body. She could swear she heard a ripping sound. It was all over! She wasn't cherry any more. The thick long and hard prick belonging to the man had ruptured and torn away her virginity. The tear was marked by severe shooting pains, but to Ruth they were pains of pleasure. She would no longer have to carry the albatross of virginity around her neck.
The cycle was completed. She had been fucked in her mouth, in her ass, and now the piece de resistance, in her no longer virgin cunt.
With that bit of business out of the way, Ruth concentrated on the ramrod that was plowing her cunt out. She began to squeeze on his plunging cock with her cuntal muscles. This action intensified the pleasurable feelings that were being transmitted throughout her entire body by her fucked cunt.
The girl wrapped her legs around the waist of the man fucking her, and she humped her body against his as she matched his rhythm. The man plowed on. He was only dimly aware that now he was being helped to reach the heights by the actions of the girl he was screwing.
It is doubtful if he could have continued his frenzied plowing had he been aware that he had just copped her cherry. But what he didn't know certainly didn't hurt him-although it sure as hell hurt her.
The intensity of the situation could not be maintained. The man couldn't resist the insistent clamoring of his balls for release. His downfall came about when Ruth squeezed his cock particularly hard.
The action pushed Gregg over the brink.
"Ah, you fucking cock teaser. I'm coming, you bitch, you no good fucking, cock-sucking bitch."
The girl urged him on.
"Come on, fucking cocksman. Fuck the living shit out of me. Fuck me until I'm dead. Pour your hot shit into my hungry cunt. Drown me in your come, you bastard. Pour out your balls into my pussy."
The hot, white sauce exploded out of the frantic cock, and Gregg lost complete control of himself. He allowed his cannonading prick to run his body. And run it, it did!
The spewing prick set its own pace, as the cream poured out and was injected into the girl's sopping pussy. The first gobs of spunk had a very soothing effect on the girl's torn cunt tissues.
The sticky gism coated the ravaged lining of her pussy, and repaired the nerve centers of the never to be whole again hymen. After the soothing was over, her libido took command.
The cascading spunk flowing into her snatch, triggered off her own orgasm. She arched her back upward in order to meet the plunging prick more completely. Her entire being reverberated from the shock waves of pleasure that were overwhelming her.
For several minutes, the two bodies on the floor writhed in their erotic dance of copulation and fulfillment. The girl was so absorbed in her orgasm that she didn't feel the abrasions that the rough floor was scouring her back with.
Her initiation into adult cunt fucking had started off with a massive come. The girl was ecstatic with the feelings, that the coupling had brought out in her. She was going to be sure to get more of the same, as often as she could arrange it.
For the man, the screwing of the girl had been the highlight of his sexual life. Normally, a straight solid citizen like Gregg Alexander would not experience what he had when he finally let his primitive emotions take over his body.
He hadn't made love to the girl. Not by a long shot. He had taken her. Taken her by force. He had stifled her screams with his cock, and he had beaten her up to accomplish his obscene design.
Although unaware of the effect on the other, each part to the copulation had their existence, particularly their sexual existence, drastically changed.
They would never be the same again.
At last there was no more sauce in his cock to serve to the hungry cunt. The man was bone dry. Wiped out. Empty. He came to his senses and suddenly became uncomfortable.
He pulled his cock out of the girl, and rose to his feet. He hurriedly dressed. His hands fumbled with the buttons as he watched the girl who still remained on the floor.
She had put her fingers into her overflowing cunt and she was swirling them around in the ravished canal. The sight was too much for the man, and he fled the dressing room.
Ruth laughed and continued to play with herself. She liked the soaking wet feeling on her fingers. Suddenly she realized where she was.
She wasn't in the locked comfort of her own room. She was naked on the floor of a room in Hill Forest High School. Fear of being caught by that cunt advisor lifted her off the floor.
She got dressed in a hurry, and after checking her appearance in the mirror, she left the dressing room, the auditorium, and the school.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ruth was very pleased with the dramatic way her life had changed. No longer was she an innocent in the mature world. Rather, it was she who now had more experience in fewer days than most adult women had in months.
She had warm thoughts toward Mr. Alexander. At last, the final hindrance to her complete femininity was gone. Gone as it was rent apart by the shaft of the man's rampant prick.
The girl was musing as she sat on the overstuffed chair in her bedroom. It was a bright Saturday morning, and she had just showered and put on a blouse and jeans.
Her hand dropped to her crotch as she relived every cut, bruise and blow that had been administered to her body. Then the images changed, and she recalled all the cocks that had been serviced by her in her new, but hectic career.
Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, white ones and black ones. She sighed as the memories flowed over her. She felt her pussy grow damp as her perpetually horny condition manifested itself with a flow of sex juice.
She was hungry and had told her father that she'd be downstairs in a few minutes to have breakfast with him. But the itch in her cunt had to be satisfied. It could not be denied. It could not be ignored.
With a sigh, she unbuttoned the waist of her dungarees, and slipped the coarse cloth down her shapely thighs. Only flimsy bikini panties covered her lush pubic hair.
She settled back in the soft chair and ran her hands vigorously over the gossamer material, which accentuated the feelings received by her now moist cunt.
Then she rolled even the tiny panties down and off her legs. Now her pubic area was completely uncovered. Her hands went down again to the crotch, and she curled her fingers in and around the curly bush.
Her fingers were being moistened by the flow that had started to come from the depths of her pussy and she rolled her digits in the sweet wetness. From time to time, she would bring her honey-dripping fingers to her lips, and her tongue would dart out to lick the sauce off.
One finger, bolder than her sisters, dipped behind the puffed lips of her vagina, and poked into the dampness of her hot box. Shivers of delight ran through her body from the exploratory expedition.
Soon another finger joined in the search, and with eyes closed, the girl allowed them to run in and out of her now profusely sopping cunt. She frigged herself at a faster and faster pace.
"Ruthie!"
It was her father's voice.
"Yes, Dad?"
The girl shouted back through the closed door.
"I thought you were coming down to breakfast. I'm starving."
"Okay, Dad. I'll be down in a minute."
Reluctantly, the girl removed her fingers from her snatch, and rising from the chair, began to pull her clothes back on. She walked to the door when she was finished, and was just about to open it when she stopped short.
She was horny, and in no condition to go downstairs yet. She had to finish her piece of unfinished business before she could face her father and the day that awaited her.
She turned in her tracks and returned to the chair she had just vacated. Again her jeans and panties hit the floor, and once more her fingers buried themselves in the wet pussy.
She leaned back and closed her eyes, as she allowed her fingers to have free rein in the pussy. Back and forth, they busily traveled, in and out they pushed, as they moved her body toward the inevitable climax.
As she continued to stroke the cunt with one hand, she put her other free hand into the contest. Using two fingers, she sought out and found the clit that was the source of supreme pleasure to her and to all women.
Gently at first, she began to twirl the tiny protrusion between her fingers. Moans escaped from her lips, as the eroticism and sensuality caused by her self-manipulations, increased the fever pitch of her masturbation.
Juice from her overheated box began to pour all over the fingers that were thrust into her box, and she could detect in her nostrils the aroma of female sex in the room.
If ever there was a scent that befitted Ruth Davidson, it was the odor of genitals, pussy juice and male come.
She thrived on all of them. Perhaps if someday, the essences of these fragrances would be bottled and sold, Ruth would be president of the company.
Her total eroticism took over, and she forgot about her father, and indeed about everything else in the world. Her world, for the moment at least, revolved about and in her hot box.
She increased the pace of her fingering and frigging. Perspiration began to stain the middle of her back as her body responded to the forces at work between her legs.
In and out, the fingers plunged. Harder and harder, the bud clit was mashed between the fingers of her other hand. Her breathing was accelerated, and became deeper.
Her father called out again, and Ruth summoned up all of her energy to shout back that she was on her way. She smiled as the words came out. She sure was on her way, but not downstairs.
She was going up, up and away. The girl's new-found sexuality required constant attention. If there was no cock around to service her, she would use self-abuse to keep from getting too jumpy.
Her frigging was bringing her higher, but she couldn't budge from that position and go over to her fulfillment. She was annoyed and horny. Then her face lit up.
Her hands dropped from her twat, and she rose from her chair and went over to her closet. She opened up a shoe box and reached underneath the pair of red shoes that were nestled neatly in the cardboard container.
When her hand withdrew, she was holding a long, gleaming red vibrator. It was made of plastic and measured at least twelve inches long from one end to the other.
The girl had bought the machine the other day, and had hidden it away from everybody's prying eyes. She had not yet had an opportunity to use it.
At least, not until that moment. Hurriedly, she fitted the batteries into the plastic dong and switched it on to see if it worked. The length of the artificial organ. Satisfied with the rehearsal, the girl went back to her chair and sat down.
She slouched forward so that she was almost lying down in its embrace. She lifted her legs and placed one on each arm of the chair. In that position her pussy was wide open and exposed.
She brought the vibrator to her lips and kissed it lightly for good luck. Then she brought the brute down to the opening of her pussy, and shoved it slowly inside the wet hole.
The plastic prick slid into the gaping maw, and the girl pushed until nine of its twelve inches were hidden from view. As the phallus sunk deep inside her, it set off lovely feelings and sensations in her cunt that radiated throughout her entire body.
She brought her legs together and squeezed. The pressure of her limbs intensified the stuffed feeling she was receiving from the false cock. She began to day dream as to who the prick could belong to.
Faces of boyfriends, both past and present, as well as vague glimpses of men yet to come danced through her sex-fevered brain. She opened and closed her legs, and relished the sublime sensations that ensued from the exercise.
As she continued to play with her new toy prick, she began to be aware that her pussy had not been satisfied and a growing hunger was gnawing at her vitals for satisfaction.
Again her hand stole down to the opening to her wet treasure chest, and the fingers began to rub and squeeze the nub of a clit that had become enlarged from the erotic foreplay.
Her clit once again obtained mastery of her body, and she shook in the toils of its rhythm. Now it was time to turn the new dildo on. With an expectant smile, she leaned forward and turned the switch.
Almost instantaneously, the waves of sheer unadulterated pleasure began to swim through her body. She leaned back and lifting her head, watched the embedded phony prick shiver back and forth, as it transmitted its vibrations throughout the girl's fucking canal.
Ruth gasped as the lewd plastic took over the frigging of her hot box. She couldn't believe the sensations that were running through her cunt. She tried to catch her breath in order to match the rhythm of the artificial phallus.
She gazed at her crotch and witnessed the obscene spectacle. The red dong was stuffed between her legs, and buried in her box. The part that was exposed to her sight shivered from the effect of the tiny motor.
Leaning forward the girl grasped the exposed end of the plastic shaft and began to fuck herself with the instrument. In and out she ran the glistening tool.
The reaming combined with the vibrating effect, resulted in a super sexual arousal for the teenager. She groaned as she abandoned her body in general and her box in particular to the lascivious instrument.
On an outward stroke, the plastic monster rubbed lightly against her clit. The effect was electrifying. Ruth felt as if fifty men were fucking her while fifty more were licking her clitoris.
She summoned up all of her energy to remove the plastic prick from her cunt, and she rested the tip on the clit. The vibratory motions drove her over the top in less than twenty seconds.
Before the girl realized what was happening, it was over. Her body arched and thrashed around as the vibrator searched out every nerve ending of every fiber.
The girl's orgasm was massive in every sense of the word. Her pussy juices flooded out of her, and made a dark stain on the cushion of the chair. The girl was oblivious to this. She couldn't have cared less.
All she was aware of was the magnificent orgasmic release the vibrator had given to her horny cunt. She heaved and heaved again. Her body was flopping all over the place, as she responded to the urgings of the mechanical masturbator.
"Ruth, I'm getting annoyed. Are you coming down or not?"
"Perfect timing, Pop," she muttered to herself.
Out loud, she answered, "Yes, Dad. I'm coming down right now."
To herself she added, "Oh, yes, I'm coming down all right."
The orgasm over, the girl quickly dressed herself again and replaced the plastic prick in the hiding place under her shoes. She checked herself in the mirror, and opened the door to her room and went downstairs.
"What did you do? Go back to sleep?"
"No, Dad. I just wanted to straighten out a few things before I came down to breakfast."
"You know, I called you almost a half hour ago."
"Gee, Dad, I'm sorry. I don't like to keep you waiting."
"That's all right, sweetheart, but I'm starved, and you know I don't know how to boil water."
"I take it Mother is working today."
"That's right. She expects to be tied up all day on that big lease she's been negotiating."
"Gosh, I hardly ever see her. She puts in such long hours. And then when she's home, she's always working in the den."
"I know it's difficult, Ruth. But your mother has her heart set on being a real estate tycoon."
"But can't she do both, Dad?"
"What do you mean, Ruth?"
"I mean, can't she work at her career and be a mother and a wife too?"
"Now, I won't have you putting your mother down. She loves both of us, and one of the reasons she works so hard is to ease the burden on me."
"I know, Dad, but can't she see that we're important also?"
"She loves you very dearly, Ruth. She would give up her life for you. After all, you're our only child."
"I know. Dad. I don't want her to give up her life for me. I just want her to give up a few hours a week to spend with me."
"She will, honey, just you wait and see. As soon as she closes that big deal she's working on, she'll be spending a lot more time at home."
"I hope so."
"She will. You'll see. After all, I miss her too. I'd like to spend more time with her also."
A pixie look came to Ruth's eyes. "But you do spend more time with Mother than I do."
"What do you mean, Ruth, of course I don't."
"But Dad, you're always going to your bedroom with her to discuss private matters. That leaves me alone just as well."
"Well, honey, after all, a husband and his wife-well, you know. They have to spend time together alone. There are finances to discuss. You know, things like that."
Ruth enjoyed the embarrassment her father was suffering.
"Enough of this, Ruth. Please make your poor father some breakfast before he dies of hunger before your very eyes."
"You always had a neat way of changing the subject, Dad."
A stern look crossed the man's face. He opened his mouth.
"Okay, okay! I'll make your breakfast. Don't get excited."
Ruth scurried around the efficient kitchen, and soon the smell of fresh brewing coffee filled their nostrils.
The aroma of frying bacon merged with the coffee, and the kitchen became a homey place for them.
The eggs were frying while the girl set the table. Her father watched her with admiration. He had always been very proud of the way his little girl handled herself, and he was drinking in the wholesome good looks and poise of his child.
When everything was ready, the girl began to serve her father, and then herself. They ate quickly. Ruth realized that she herself was starved, and she wolfed down the appetizing food.
As she drank her second cup of coffee, she noticed that her father was staring at her. She was puzzled. She shrugged her shoulders, and continued to drink her hot cup.
Deciding to have another piece of toast, she leaned forward with her knife, to take some butter. As she stretched out, she felt a breeze on her chest. She looked down and saw that her breasts were almost fully exposed.
She hadn't bothered to put on a bra when she dressed. About the only parts of her tits that were still covered by the cloth were her nipples. The top two buttons on the blouse had somehow become undone.
Her father's gaze was burning right through the smooth, rounded flesh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ruth became very upset when she felt her father's eyes burning into her almost bare breasts. She flushed under his gaze.
The man knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the firm beauties that protruded from his daughter's chest. There was a pall of silence hanging over the room.
Jim Alexander had always been a tit man, but he never dreamed he could be turned on by his own daughter's boobs. It was a terribly obscene thing to do and feel.
Ruth regained her calm first, and the girl realized that it wasn't such a terrible thing after all. She was inwardly pleased that her father could be turned on by her body.
After all, his wife, her mother, was built extremely well. And the girl had seen her naked body when she eavesdropped on their lewd behavior. Her mother could hold her own with any woman.
The girl decided to break the silence.
"I guess you notice that your little girl has grown up, huh, Dad?"
"I've always known that you were a well-developed young lady. I don't really have to see you naked to know that."
"I'm hardly naked, Dad."
"Come off it, Ruth. Your tits, I mean, breasts, are hanging right out of your blouse. Can't you have the decency to keep it buttoned?"
"What's indecent about my breasts? Or tits, if you prefer to call them that."
"I won't have you talk like that, Ruth."
"Dad, this isn't the dark ages. It's the twentieth century. I see you looking at the pictures of the nude women in those magazines you bring home."
"One thing has nothing to do with the other, Ruth."
"Why doesn't it, Dad?"
"Because I say so, that's why."
"Wow, what an enlightened answer that is."
"Look, young lady, don't get fresh with me."
"Don't get fresh with you. My gosh, I didn't let my tits hang out on purpose. It was an accident. You're the one who stared at them. You didn't say a word."
"I'm warning you, Ruth, you're going too far."
"What do you intend to do about it, Dad?"
"Ruth!"
"I guess you'll have to wait until Mom gets home. You can take out your frustrations on her."
"You're talking very licentiously, Ruth. What frustrations are you talking about?"
"Why don't you look down at your lap?"
The man let his gaze drop down to his lap, and he realized what the girl had been talking about. The material of his slacks was tented up by the obvious hard-on that was lurking beneath the cloth.
The man flushed deep red. He was highly embarrassed, and didn't quite know how to cope with the situation. He thought it disgraceful that a man should be sexually aroused by his own daughter.
But aroused he was. There was no doubt about it. The sight of her firm uplifted young tits had pushed aside both convention and ethics. His cock had responded in its own fashion.
"See what I mean, Dad?"
Ruth's voice cut through the fog of his confusion.
"Enough of this conversation, Ruth. Let's drop it before it goes any further."
"Maybe I don't want to drop it, Dad."
"If you were younger, I'd ..."
"You'd what, Dad? Spank me?"
"You're damn right that's what I'd do."
"Well, why don't you spank me now?"
The juices in Ruth's insatiable cunt began to flow as the mental image of her father spanking her registered in her erotic brain.
"That's ridiculous, Ruth. Let's forget it."
The girl pressed the point.
"That's not fair to me, Dad."
"What do you mean, not fair to you?"
"Well, if I do something wrong, I expect to be punished for it. You spanked me when I was younger. But it's the same now. I'm still your daughter, aren't I?"
"Of course you are, honey. You know that and you also know that I love you very much."
"Then if you love me, discipline me."
"Really, Ruth, don't you think you're a little too old to be spanked."
"No, Dad. If it was proper punishment before, it's proper punishment now."
The man had a defeated look on his face. He really didn't know what to do or say.
Ruth glowed inwardly. She had won. Her crazy plan was going to work. She just knew it would.
Before her father could react, she quickly undid her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs. Then her fingers hooked under the elastic of her panties.
Before her father's gaping eyes, she now stood naked from the waist down. The man's astonished eyes took in every detail of her genitals. His view lingered on every pubic hair that curled about her pussy.
He could even see the beads of moisture that coated the silky strands. Moisture that had been deposited there by her earlier masturbation. The girl bounced over to the chair on which her father was seated.
She slyly undid the remaining two buttons of her blouse so that now it flapped open, exposing her ripe tits. Before he could recover, she spread herself over his lap.
When the overwhelmed man recovered his wits, he was presented with the sight and spectacle of his daughter sprawled over his lap. Her head and arms were hanging over to the left of him, and her legs to the right of him.
Right square in the middle of his lap, he stared at the ripe, naked ass cheeks of the girl. He didn't make a move. He just sat there in total and complete astonishment at the situation.
A sinking feeling rose in Ruth's heart. She still hadn't totally committed him to her plan. If he just sat there, it would all come to naught.
The girl began to wiggle her crotch over her father's lap. As her ass cheeks followed the rhythm of her writhing, her father felt a tremendous desire rising in his blood.
The desire was strengthened by the pressure on his cock that his daughter's squirming was accomplishing. He could feel her hairy mound rubbing over and around his cock.
The cock had never really gone down from the first sight of her luscious tits. Now it began to grow even stronger and harder as it reacted to the rubbing of the teenager's pussy.
"Spank me, Daddy."
"I can't honey, I really can't."
The girl's heart sank again. She had to do something fast. In desperation, she took his hand and placed it squarely on her soft, cool flesh.
"Keep your hand there, Daddy. Just lift it up and slap my ass with it. Please, Daddy. I really need it."
The sinful idea had appealed to the man from the beginning, but he really couldn't bring himself to do it. But now, as his hand rested on her naked flesh, the sensations transmitted to it by the forbidden area ripped away the shreds of morality that had stopped him.
Throwing caution to the winds, he raised his hand high. He wavered for the barest moment, and then he brought his open palm hard down on the vulnerable cheeks.
The slap resounded throughout the hushed kitchen. As he lifted his hand again he saw the marks of the blow he had made. His prick felt the impression also.
As the blow landed on the naked buttocks, Ruth reacted to the pain, and pressed hard on the bulging cock. It raised its head even higher as it strained to be released for action.
"More, Daddy, more."
The elder Davidson began a steady spanking of his daughter's exposed bottom. Slap after slap resounded and rang out as he punished her tender ass. He lost himself in the ritual.
No longer was it his daughter's ass that he was pounding. It was instead the ass of a strange woman who wanted him to deal punishment out to her for her infractions of his rules.
He had acted this way before in his various adventures. Before his marriage, and in a few situations after he was married. He enjoyed dealing out punishment to women.
The excitement to his prick, when he punished them, was unbelievable, and he was delighted when he was able to turn his wife into a willing recipient of his sadistic urges.
Ruth squirmed faster and faster as her father's hands rained down on her exposed buttocks. It was getting increasingly painful to her, and she reveled in the thrill of the pain.
She took her breasts in her hands and began to rub them on the cloth of his trouser legs. The man was only dimly aware of her action. He was totally carried away with the eroticism of his own thing.
His hands were tiring. He began to seek about in his mind as to where this was all going to lead. He wished that his wife was home. His stiff prick had to be shoved into a warm wet hole very soon or he would go crazy.
The woman's insight residing in the sixteen-year-old body read the scene expertly. She could sense her father's desperation for release from the orgiastic mood he was in.
She could chance anything now, and probably get away with it. She thought of the many times she had dreamed of making it with her father. Now it was no longer a dream. Now it could be a reality.
With the ceasing of the spanking, the girl arose from her prone position. Her father was sitting motionless in the chair. He was staring at her with undoubted lust in his eyes.
Lust mingled with confusion.
Again, Ruth took command of the situation before her father came to his senses. She swiftly discarded the blouse and threw it on a chair. It was a useless cover anyway.
She went over to her father and cradled his head against her young, fine breasts. The soft skin soothed his fever, but continued to feed the fire raging out of control in his loins.
Then the girl took a deep breath and crossing her fingers, released his head. She went around to the front of his chair. She knelt down in front of him and unzipped the fly of his clacks.
Haltingly, he tried to brush her hands away from the portal of his cock, but the attempt was feeble, and Ruth disregarded the gesture. Her fingers entered into the opening of the pants and came out with the hard treasure.
She held in her hot hands the marvelous prick she had seen ream out every hole in her mother's shapely body. She stroked it gently, and coaxed a bead of spunk out of the hole in the angry red head.
Before her father could stop her, she leaned forward, her tongue flicked out, and gathered the bead of juice and swiftly brought it to her own mouth, there to be savored and swallowed.
Her father was squirming now. The idea of his daughter holding and stroking him was too much for his fevered prick.
The matter was now out of his hands. After swallowing the solitary bead of sauce, Ruth bent forward and swallowed the entire organ in her now very experienced mouth.
Swiftly, she began to fellate the prick. Licking it and sucking at the smooth and bumpy skin. She relished the hardness of the shaft as her mouth traveled up and down the organ.
Her lips pursed about the thickness as she tried to maximize the pleasure for the man as quickly as possible. He did make two more feeble efforts to stop her, but they were brushed away by the girl, as easily as the first attempt was denied.
The man leaned back in his chair, and sighed. Ruth was jubilant. She had won. In the conflict of wills, her mouth and her ass and tits had proved to be stronger than the man's will power.
Now, she could concentrate on the head she was giving to him. She wouldn't have to worry about fending off any negation of the action that her father might attempt.
She fellated the monster cock with relish. She savored every bugling vein and every drop of shit that seeped from the hole in the head. While her mouth was stuffed with the fullness of her father's giant prick, her mind was full of the sinful joys of what she was doing, and to whom she was doing it!
Her hands stole beneath his swollen manhood, and she began to play with his balls that floated beneath the wrinkled skin.
Moans were coming from her father's mouth as he gave himself up to the superb blow-job he was receiving from his talented daughter.
His hands began to move down to his daughter's face. Ruth saw them coming down and began to worry anew about what he was going to do. She didn't want him to stop her-not now.
Her fears were groundless. The man's hands came over the top of her head, and he rested them. He was bearing down a little on her head. He wanted to make sure that she didn't stop.
He had declared his unconditional surrender. He had completely surrendered his cock to the suctioning mouth of his little girl. He wanted to make sure that he was totally and completely taken care of.
With renewed vigor the girl licked and sucked at the thick prick. Her hands stroked the organ as it moved in and out of her steaming mouth.
She watched for the telltale sign of his orgasm. She wanted him to blow his nuts fully into her mouth. She wanted to be able to remember the day her father dropped his load into her teenage mouth.
She wanted to drink every drop of his precious scum. She relished the opportunity she would have to smirk at her mother. The older woman wouldn't realize that she wasn't the only one in the family that had sucked her husband off.
Ruth's pussy was pouring out juice at a rate of flow that made everything that had happened to her before seem trivial. Her cunt was actually contracting and expanding as if there were a prick reaming in and out of her.
The cock-sucking she was giving to her parent was turning out to be the most erotic experience of her life.
She smiled, as she felt a trembling. Was her father about to shoot his load? Again the trembling. With a start she realized that it was her body that was shivering. She was the one approaching her climax.
The cock-sucking had brought her to the brink of her own climax. Just the circumstances of the blow job in addition to the splendid prick she was working on had brought her to the brink of her second coming of the morning.
She had really turned herself into a sex machine. Cock was her life. She would spend the rest of her life gorging herself with pricks.
