While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
-The Editor
DISCOVERY
Sharon was looking in the bathroom mirror when she saw how pink her nipples were getting. She couldn't help but look away from the mirror and down at the real flesh. Sure enough, her titty tips were bright pink, and the mushroom colored caps were getting red. She'd been thinking about sex.
She lifted one of her titties, the left one, with a hand under the mammary. Then she fingered the heating nipple. "Oh, my," she squeaked, "that's very nice!" She wondered if she could pull the big tit all the way up to her lips and suck on the nipple, but she
Teenage Masturbator didn't try.
She looked, instead, at the bathroom door. She reached for the handle, double-checked, just to be 'sure, that the thing was locked. It wouldn't do, she knew, for her parents or her brother or sister to come stumbling in there and find her that way. Then she sat down on the edge of the tub.
She spread her legs and looked down between them. Her thighs were long. Going to the beach the day before had been a good thing to do. It made her legs look brown and mature. They were shaped nice, too, smooth and ripe. She turned one leg so she could see the back of the calf. Pleased with the sight, she returned to her normal sitting position. She was wondering what it would be like to put her finger in her slot.
She didn't want to do something so nasty, though, and even though it had been a tempting thing to do for some time now, she had always successfully resisted. "Oh, my," she said to herself, "some boy is going to be very pleased with me..." She was looking at her virgin hole, at how it was a little swollen and leaking just because she'd been thinking about getting some cock sex in it. "God damn," she moaned, "I sure do hope he appreciates all the trouble I'm going to, how tempting it is to just forget about him!"
"Him," of course, was just some fictitious male, some boy from school, or a man of her dreams, someone, anyone, who would fuck her as she imagined it could be. So what if she was a virgin? What difference did that make to her imagination? She could get all the hot sex going in her pie just by picturing some sort of orgy, or a young man her own age, or, sometimes, as she did when she couldn't keep control of herself, she would think about her brother or her father and that would make her hot.
She spread her legs a little wider. The edge of the tub was tile and cold. Sharon got up and put a towel down so that she could have something soft and warm for her little buns to sit on. Then she sat down, spread her legs again, and slipped her hands between her thighs. "Ah," she sighed, "that's nice." She rubbed up and down between her legs. And her little pie began to drool an oily ooze. She was giving way, at last, to the temptation to rub herself.
"Damn," she grunted, "why the hell not? Who will ever know?" She rolled her fingers up close to her little beaver. There the shrubbery of her pubic hair was dense and closely curled. It was tightly rolled but neat, a blonde Afro. She let one finger slide alone along one lip of her cunt. Then she pushed that same finger into place between the slippery ruby pieces of flesh. And she hummed: "Mmmmm, nice! Very, very nice!" She had found her clitoris.
At first she didn't know exactly what to make of the rubbery little knob. Plenty of times at school she'd heard kids talking about what it meant to have a clit meat, and what it was like to play with it, but she herself had never in her life dreamed that she would go so far as to actually begin tweaking the thing. And yet there she was, sitting on the edge of the tub with her long smooth legs spread, her big pendular titties hanging, her finger flicking and playing around the clit-dick itself. "Oh, God," she grunted, "now I know what they were talking about! It is nice!"
Sharon couldn't help herself. She picked up the towel from the tub and spread it on the floor. She made it into a little pillow. She sat down on it, as though she were in bed, and she used the wall as a support for her head while the rest of her body was stretched out on the floor. She was between the tub and the toilet, and her legs, those long smooth teenage thighs were spread wide so that she could get both hands in there if need be.
"Jesus," she moaned, her fingers still adjusting the towel under her rump. "I have become a very nasty little girl.. ." The thought kept going through her head: what would Mother think? what would Daddy say? But she tried not to think about how vile and filthy a child she thought she was. She tried to put such thoughts out of her mind while she began to masturbate herself lying flat on the bathroom floor. It was good, she remembered, that the door was locked and nobody could see her.
She reached a finger into the slippery juice slot. She found her clit. The little thing was hard and ready for action. She took to teasing it with the tip of her finger. She went around and around with a little probe action that made the thing stick bolt upright. She worked it back and forth to make sure the thing was getting hot and juicy. And pretty soon it was, it was standing up, it was hard, and the inside of her cunt was spilling out ooze.
And that's not all that was happening: her brain was getting hot at the same time. She was conjuring up images of men, men and women, and the men and the women were fucking and sucking and going sexually crazy with each other. She couldn't stop herself. She just kept thinking one more debauched thought after another. It was quite amazing because she herself had never fucked anyone.
But still, Sharon could picture a man's big boner going zooming down a woman's hole. She saw the thing flying into place, drilling a cunt. It was thick and wet, and the underside of it had a big ridge of bone meat in it, and the head, when she could see it, was mushroom shaped, pink and spongy looking. And as for the woman's cunt hole, that was sloppy wet and juicy. It was ruby colored, and the clitoris was getting flicked up and down, side to side, every time the joint muscle went in and out of the slit. "Jesus," she moaned to herself, "how do they do it!!"
In order to better picture the big hog going into the cunt hole, Sharon closed her eyes tight. She could see the thing, and it was almost as if she could reach out and touch it. She wanted it to come at her the way a sword would, only she wanted it to go sliding into her pussy. That's what she wanted, and she was willing to do just about anything to get it. "Fuck," she murmured to herself, rolling over on the bathroom floor, "I sure do hope that I can find a man who can fuck me that way." She spread her legs.
She was on her belly now. She had her legs spread and she was on her belly on the bathroom floor. She reached one hand down between her loins and the other back between her buns. She started fingering herself at both ends of her body. She had one finger in her asshole and the other jammed up her cunt tube. It didn't take long for her to get herself so hot and bothered that she was lost and didn't know what she was doing. She was working her finger up and down in her cunt, and the other was sliding in and out of her anus. "Fucking-a," she grunted, "I sure do wish .. ."
She could hardly think. She didn't know how fucked up her brain was. There wasn't any hope for her just then. Her whole mind was concerned with just one thing, getting a penis into her vagina. "Jesus, fucking, Christ, oh, Lord, shit, piss, cunt, suck, asshole, whore, bitch, fuck, bastard, twat-pecker ..." She was nearly unconscious.
And it was then that she began to see lovely, pastoral images of a man and herself. She was sitting outside under an oak tree on a bright clear day. She was nude. She was petting her titties and looking out at the clear blue sky. Every now and then she'd look down at her chest and at her twat and the fury hair down there, but for the most part she was just grooming her soft pink flesh.
Then she spied a man at the bottom of the hill. He was young like herself. He was carrying a black leather whip and he had a loin cloth tied around his waist. His body was hairy and his arms thick with muscle. She called down to him, instinctively knowing his name: "Peter, Peter," she hollered, and an instant later the young man was not only at her side, but he had strapped her to the tree. He stroked her legs, her smooth open thighs with the handle of his black leather whip. It was a thick, leather cylinder and he rubbed it up and down between Sharon's open loins. "It's nice, eh, Sharon?" he chortled.
"I don't know," she said, somewhat fearfully. "Are you going to hurt me or make love."
"Who knows?"
She smiled at him. "Please?" Inside her cunt she felt the ooze drooling.
The boy noticed it coming out on her pubic hairs. He reached a finger in and touched the place along Sharon's twat lips where it was especially slippery. "Ah, so, it is making you a bit hot, eh?" he said with a laugh. "Just a bit?" He lifted his finger and ran it under Sharon's nose so she could smell the obvious symptoms of her own excitement.
"Go on," she said. "Stick it in."
He had her tied at just the right height. Her hands were behind her, around the tree and tied. Her titties hung straight down, but the nipples were pointed out at the sides. They were cherry red and excited, obviously so. Her legs were tied, too, open. A length of leather chord stretched from one ankle around back of the tree to the other ankle. And so Sharon's puss was wide open. It was ready for anything that the boy cared to stick in there.
And what he cared to stick in first was the end of the whip, the thick black leather handle. First he stroked it up along side the pussy lips, but then, when he heard how nicely Sharon was able to wince and gasp and moan for more, he pressed it further up inside. "Oh, God, more," she yelled at him. "Fuck me harder with that thing. Really stick it in me, please?" She nearly begged him. He could hardly refuse. He crammed the thick black handle all the way up her cunt. The snake-like whip end stuck out from the inside and hung there like a strange skinny black penis sticking out of her body. "Jesus," she moaned, "more, and give me more, and more!"
He rolled the handle around and around in Sharon's twat. He jerked it up and down, cranked it like a jack. Soon he'd have her cuming on the leather piece. "Go on," he said to her. "Let yourself go. Let yourself get all turned on, eh?" He laughed a devilish cackle and continued probing the inside of the young woman's body.
"Jesus, good!" she wailed. "That's perfect. More! Good!" She rolled her hips from side to side on the stick of leather. She worked her body up and down on it She enjoyed the feel of that thick leather piece working over her insides. It was like some sort of massive dildo au naturel the way it stroked at her clit. The boy knew just how to use it, just how to make Sharon's insides get all hot and lusty.
"Puck,'' she cried at him again and again. "Fuck me harder. FUCK ME HARDER!" She was fighting the bonds on the tree, on her wrists, on her ankles. If she hadn't been tied up, she'd have jumped off the tree and attacked the boy with all her strength. Even as it was, she was yelling and moaning and groaning and demanding that he give her the real thing, that he use his penis to do in her pussy.
Suddenly, just as she wanted, he mounted her. He stroked the whip handle out of her vagina and replaced it with his mile-long boner. He stuffed it into her cunt hole and rammed it up inside high. She wobbled down on it, as much as her bonds would permit, and enjoyed the saucy feel of the large bolt-upright head jacking around between her lips. "Jesus, fuck," she snarled, "that's a bit more like it Yes sir. That's a little more like what I had in mind."
The boy started jacking his meat into her like there was no stopping him. He was pretty turned on and it didn't look like he planned to stop until he was ready to cum. Then, all of a sudden, his jism juice started shooting out and he filled up the back and the insides of young Sharon's hot little box. He stroked a couple of times more, but all he was really interested in was enjoying the feel of his jism squirting out into her body. He moaned at her, "Oh, God, fuck," and then yanked his hot steak from her body. "I love to fuck," he said softly. "It's good to fuck a little bitch like you."
Then he sat down on the ground at Sharon's feet. He was catching his breath. Sharon looked at his boner as it was going soft after this first fuck. "What's the matter?" she challenged him. "Can't you get it on any more? Just one fuck from a big fellow like you?"
The boy looked up at Sharon, her titties sagging from her chest, but the nipples upright, her legs spread, her loins shivering from' the recently finished fuck. "You want more?"
"Yes, I want more, stupid," she said. "What do you think? You think one little fuck from your big pecker is all a girl wants?" She laughed at him and just kept laughing until he had her untied from the tree.
"Alright. Now you can suck off my penis and clean it up good. Then you can clean out my anus and after that you can go to work licking off my balls and working out so that I get a big boner. When you have me hard and stiff and just the way I like to be erect, I'll spread grease on your buns and give you a punch up the bunghole you'll never forget. Do you like the sounds of that?"
She nodded and he laid down. She bowed over his groin and applied her lips to the mushroom head. She licked the underside of the rod, and then she applied her mouth to the balls. She loved to suck on that sack of hard flesh. She liked the feel of the testicles wobbling between her lips. Then, when she had tongued that nut nest to a good little chill, she went up to work on the boner itself. She really put her all into that steak meat hum job. She rubbed her lips and her tongue on it. She made sure that she got as much of the big meat into her face as would fit. Then she got the mushroom head up between her tongue and her lip. She really did a number on that part of his tool. She took to licking it, especially the crown, and of course she was sure to make that pointy little hole all chilled and juicy too. She didn't miss an inch of that jumbo sized cock. She knew that the better a sucking she gave it, the more steady meat punch she'd have in her cunt.
Next she applied herself to his asshole. She liked to peel the two big buns open. Once they were apart she could see the asshole itself. She liked the looks of the little anus thing, the way it was curled like a little rubber band, tight and waiting for her tongue. She reached into the slot with her mouth muscle and licked everything, all of the slit of his ass. Then she concentrated just on the asshole. That was the fun' part. Whoever would have thought that a woman could enjoy just the anus of a man's butt? But there was Sharon, hard at work, tonguing out that little ream center. She did that man up good, too, giving him all the licking he could possibly want in his bunghole.
Of course, she used her hands at the same time. She reached around in front of him and took hold of his cock. She used one hand on his balls, to support them, and the other to pull on his boner. She stroked his meat up and down and she played with his nut nest while licking out his ass.
Then, when she saw that she had done very well at all of these chores, she had him turn over. "I want to suck you a little more." He gave her access, as she requested, to his nuts and his cock.
She started at the tip. She licked up the crown, then the stem, and finally the thick base. The underside was a special treat. She loved to go stroking up and down on that ridge of muscle there. When she reached the tip she cupped it with her lips and sucked the whole blooming head into her mouth. It was a nice smooth thing for her to do. She got that big hearty thing inside her face and sucked harder and harder. Pretty soon she heard the boy moaning. He was yelling at her that he loved the way she sucked him off. It was a success for them both, especially when she started swallowing down the jism juice which was shooting out of that exploding muscle. "Mmmmm," she hummed at him, "that's the kind of sucking off I like to be doing. It really is." She looked at the head of the cock muscle. There was one last drip of jism sitting on the tip of his meat. She leaned down and licked it off as if it were candy. "Yummy!"
"You're a good woman," said the boy. "I'll eat you if you want me to."
"Sure" she said. "That would be nice." She spread her legs in the grass, bent them at the knees so her loins were open and it was easy for the boy to get his face in. He slid his nice soft cheeks down between her legs. His tongue went; sliding around on her clitoris and then into her cum filled hole. He discovered the strange taste of her twat and then remembered he'd shot off in here. "Fuck," he said, "I can't eat you. There's jism in there."
"Oh, shit," she said, "and there's no douche bag up here on the hill either."
"I'll tell you what," said the boy. "I'll eat out your anus. How's that."
"Fine." She turned over and spread her buns. "Nice and clean," she added. "I washed just before this fantasy." She held her buttocks parted for him. He looked in and saw the little hole. He dove for it with his tongue leading the way. Not long after she was cuming, just from his reaming her in the bunghole Of course, he was using his finger on her clit at the same time, so it was completely the ream out, but it was close ...
"Oh, God, shit," grunted Sharon. She discovered herself alone in the bathroom. She was still on the floor and she still had one finger in her anus and the other punched up her twat "Jesus," she said, "I must have been dreaming." She looked around. To her left was the toilet, to the right the tub. She couldn't believe her eyes. She knew for sure she'd been fantasizing, but it certainly didn't seem real that she was laying on the floor of the bathroom.
Then she heard someone calling her name:
"Sharon? Sharon? Are you alright?"
"Me?? Are you calling me?" She looked in the direction of the bathroom door. She knew it must have been her mother. "I'll be out in a minute."
She quickly picked up the towels and gathered everything that would indicate she'd been masturbating. I wonder, she thought to herself, what they would think if they knew what I was doing in here, and then she did a last minute check of the bathroom to make sure everything was in order. Finding that it was, she slipped into her robe and prepared to leave. "Oh, well, boy," she sighed at the floor between the toilet and the tub, "I'll have to get back to you later ..."
With that she unlocked the bathroom door and joined her family for breakfast.
ANGEL FACE
Having given in to the temptation to masturbate herself, Sharon decided that it wouldn't be so bad to go all the way. What she meant by this may not be entirely clear.
While she was in the bathroom that first morning, she had fingered her clit and her anus, but she had not, despite the full vigor with which she'd assaulted her own body both in reality and in fantasy, penetrated her hymen. This was to be her next task, her next auto-erotic mission.
To do the job, though, she wanted to have some special tools. With this thought in mind she made her way down to Santa Monica Boulevard and into her favorite bookstore and supply warehouse. There they had every sort of gadget, from false breasts to false women, from false peckers to fake men. She wanted a dildo, and the man behind the counter was only too happy to show Sharon to the artificial prick department. He pointed out the pros and cons of the various models. He couldn't help but notice the young girls robust chest though, and even as he showed her the different kinds of peckers he was secretly thinking about showing her his own. "Maybe," he said, "to add a little spice to your fantasies, my dear, you'd like to take a look at a real cock. That way you'd know what to think about next time you massage yourself, eh?"
Sharon agreed with the vendor and followed him to the back room. "I don't see why I shouldn't just have a little look-see," she said softly as the man pulled down his drawers. She was surprised to find that the man already had somewhat of a large tumescence. "It doesn't look anything like my Daddy's," she said., Too have a skin on the tip."
"You're kidding," he said, mocking her little angel face appeal and her teenage innocence. "Where is there skin there?"
"Right here," said Sharon, and with that she was touching the man's cock. "Can't you see? Look here. This thing ..." She stopped. She realized that the man was touching her shoulder, reaching into her low cut dress and grabbing for her nipple. "You dirty old man," she said. "And I thought you were doing me a favor!" She slapped the man's penis and went ahead of him from the back room back out to the main part of the store. "Jesus," she said, "you just can't trust anyone." She paid for her dildo and her magazines and left the store in a huff.
But on the way home, sitting behind the wheel of her father's car, she couldn't help but remember the sight of the man's pecker. She chuckled to herself about how pleasant a feel she'd had of his meat. "That wasn't half-bad," she said, pulling up at her house. "I should try that more often."
She spread the tool and its attachments and her new magazines around on her bed. She was already getting pretty hot when she realized that the pictures were going to make her especially lusty. She folded one of the folios to a page showing a couple in 69. "Jesus," she moaned, "look at them go." Then she looked more closely. "Oh, my God, I don't believe it," she moaned. "My sister!" She recognized in that picture that the woman was indeed her sister. "I don't fucking believe it!" she hollered. "Oh, boy. Oh, no. Oh, shit. What I know! Oh, Jesus!"
She came to her senses and slid that particular magazine under her bed. The others she used for the original purpose, to make herself hot and lusty. She spread her loins and reached into her cunt-it required lifting her dress and removing her pantiesand another minute later and the young woman was moaning and groaning about how much she loved fucking herself. Of course, she had a long boney middle digit stuffed into her twat hole, and her clit was about an inch long, so it was easy to tell what was making her so excited!
After a little while of this foreplay, she took to using the machine. It wasn't long before she had the big plastic rod stuffed all the way down her pussy, and she was working it up and against her clitoris in particular. She was so excited that she didn't even notice until later that the machine was covered with blood from her busted ribbon, but that really didn't matter. What was important was that young Sharon was having a fabulous fantasy that was making her hotter and lustier than ever-all thanks to the speedily little plastic post which was twirling in her fleshy insides. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I just love it!"
She rolled her legs wide open and stuffed the machine even harder into her cunt. She started gasping for breath. Soon she discovered that she could keep the machine going in her pie with only one hand. That freed the other hand for a feel about her chest. She found her nipples needy for such sexual stimulation and it wasn't long before she was huffing, puffing, and fantasizing.
First she pictured herself back in the bookstore. She saw men going here and there checking out the various manuals and books. She sat on a short stool at the end of the last aisle. When a man read a book that made him horny, he came down that aisle to where she was sitting naked and he pulled out his horny, muscled bird and let it fly into her face. She cupped the head with her lips and gave all the men in the store some header. She swallowed their jism juice with relish, and never complained for a minute regardless of whether or not the muscle of the man was thick, long, short, tapped, shot, spent or powerful, hot, strong. It just didn't matter to her. What she liked was holding onto the man from his buns and pulling his penis into her face. She pictured herself performing this angelic, charity blow job chore for about five guys.
Then, naturally, she saw the owner of the store, the man with the fleshy rod who'd showed her his thing in the back room. "Oh, my," she said to him, "let me see that thing for real."
"Well, we'll do more than look at it this time," he said. He pulled down his pants. There was the large thick muscle, all shining and strong with lubricant and sex. It was ready to go, as if he'd oiled himself beforehand. He pulled out a tube of grease. "Bend over little girl."
"I don't know if I want it-"
"Bend over, I said!"
"I don't-" She felt the sting of his open hand on her soft cheek, even though she hadn't seen him start the slap. She felt her face burn. "God damn fuck," she moaned. "I don't-" He slapped her a second time. She capitulated to his desires.
Bending over, Sharon reached back and pulled open her buns.
"That's better," he said. "You know how to make yourself ready?"
"I never did this."
"Here."
He passed her the grease. She spread some on one palm. She was looking at him upside down between her legs. His face was pudgy and his hands thick and greasy. She applied some of the ooze to her asshole slot. She kept looking at him and working the stuff into her butt. "Can I get up to do this?" She was holding herself balanced with one hand on the floor, the other reaching upwards between her loins to her ass crotch.
"Oh, no," said the storeowner. "You stay leaned over like that. I like looking at your anus. If you stand up I won't be able to see the target, now, will I?" He chortled. She continued rubbing the grease in the uncomfortable position, bending over, her hand between her legs. "Don't miss your hole," he reminded her. He took her finger and touched the tip of the digit to her anus. "That's the place. Get some in there." He made her cram her finger into the asshole place. "Work it around. Get it good and greasy." While he moved her finger this way she took time to look at his hog. It was getting even bigger. She knew the thing couldn't fit in her fanny. She was really afraid of it. She didn't know what to say. "Please," she said finally. "Couldn't we do this some other time?"
"Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "That's rich!"
"Please?"
He smacked her on the ass cheeks. A little slapping noise echoed in the room. He took her hand from her bunghole. "Let me in there, cunt," he commanded Sharon. Before she could even think about protest, her asshole was being ripped apart, a cock was being shoved into it, her bowels, even her down deep bowels, were getting speared by the head of that huge cock muscle. "You fucker!" she screamed. "YOU DIRTY ROTTEN FUCKER! GET THAT NASTY THING OUT OF THERE. YOU MOTHER FUCKER! ITS FILTHY! GET IT OUT!"
But no amount of screaming could make the store owner take his pecker out of Sharon's little asshole. He liked having his cock muscle down deep inside her tube, and he especially liked-this she didn't know-the sound of her baleful wails as his meat filled her arse. "Jesus," he moaned, getting a good long feel of her interior muscles as they squeezed involuntarily on his joint, "that's very nice, darling. Very, very nice indeed. I like that." He reached both hands around her hips and shoved her, with his pounding groin, down onto the floor. She was on all fours. "I like to shove a good pipe up your asshole, honey. Don't you just love it?"
"No," she said, "I don't love it. I don't love you or it. I don't love anything. I hate it. I hate that vile meat of yours up my asshole and I'll chop it off with a cleaver first chance I get. Because you're such a pecker head. "I'll shit in your hat if I ever get the chance, asshole. You're a nasty old man with no regard for how important a woman's tube is to her! Get IT FUCKING OUT!"
"HA, HA, HA!" he belly-laughed. 'Tat fucking chance." With that he pressed down deeper in her butt tube. He stretched her wider open and used his hands, curled round her hips, to feel up her cunt at the same time. "You got a nice juicy little hole there, Sharon. What's the problem? You don't like thinking about what makes you so juicy? My pecker up your anus?"
"Please," she moaned.
"I love to hear you cry. Cry more, bitch. Cry and make an old man happy!"
She rolled her hips and tried to get away. The store owner might have been old but he wasn't weak or stupid. He grabbed her tight around the neck. He squeezed Sharon's nape. Pain consumed her body. Her head ached as much as her asshole, but she couldn't deny that deep down inside she was feeling something a little different than what she'd expected, something... "Ohhh, God, no, please, fuck, shit, piss, fuck, no, Christ, stop, fuck-"
The old man ejaculated in her asshole. Every time she swore at him he splattered again in the back of her anus. He gave her a good tight drilling with that long muscle of his, and before long he had the inside of her bowels about as full of his jism juice as could be. Then he yanked his nail of flesh out of her butt and rolled away moaning, "Nice...very, very nice. You did good. I like that, little cunt. Any time you want more, you just let me know. I liked that."
She didn't know how it had happened, but when she came to her senses, young Sharon was on her bed, just as when she'd begun, but the dildo was in her asshole instead of her twat, which was juicing profusely. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I didn't even know. Oh, fuck, shit, piss. What the hell is going on. Jesus!" She looked at the picture in front of her, the one she was looking at before she went into her daydream fantasy world, and there it was, a picture of a woman with her cheeks spread and a man had his pole bent up inside the woman's anus. "God damn," moaned Sharon. "He's really in deep!" And she realized that she must have looked at that picture in order to conjure up her dream about the man who owned the bookstore.
But it wasn't enough for her to know where the fantasy had come from. Because she was, just then, as she pulled the machine out of her anus, on the verge of having her first super terrific orgasm. "Oh, God," she cried to herself, "if only I can go the rest of the way."
Until now Sharon had been laying in bed with her clothes pulled this way and that in order to get to her various sexual holes and titties. But now she wanted to be naked. She hopped up out of bed and took off her dress and her panties. Her full tits wobbled like bowls of jello as she climbed back into bed. She didn't bother with sheets.
Nor did she need the folios of nude people any more. All she needed was that speed-stick grinding in her cunt. And that's what she started it doing. She put it on full-speed and slammed it into her hole. She rolled her legs wide open and enjoyed the thrill of the thing as it went stimulating every part of the inside of her body. "Oh, God," she hummed, "do me up right baby. Really make me cum!" She shot a hand under her ass and plowed a finger into her hole. "Yup," she grunted, "that's the way alright. Just like that." She got herself hot and heavy within seconds. "I love it, man. I just fucking love it."
Her body sweated a light perfume, something like cunt juice but it came from her pores. Her titties were filled with fresh blood, fresh hot passionate blood, and her nipples were sticking out like ripe cherries. Her pussy leaked a steady line of real blood from where she had busted her hymen, but that didn't bother her because she was so dose to cuming for real.
Just then she started picturing herself in the bookstore again. She saw an unfamiliar man pumping at his meat. She went up to him and told him that she could help him out He smiled at her. "You really want to?"
Sharon looked at his red joint. "Yup!" She reached down and touched the tip of the hog. "Give it to me." She climbed down on her hands and knees. The man spread his feet. She took his joint. He pumped his hog forward into her face, banging her with his nut nest in the chin. "Jesus," he moaned, "I'd have never dreamed about something like this in a thousand years!"
"Mmmmmm."
"You like it?" he asked her.
"I love it," she said. She took his pecker out of her face in order to tell him. "I do love to suck on a big hot joint. And that's what this is, no?" She held it up so he could see it from above. "Yeah," she said, inspecting the big thick rod, "I love it a lot." She went back down on it, licking and sliding her lips on it, making it hotter and lustier, stiffer and thicker. "Mmmmmmmm.
A moment later the thing was throbbing in pre-ejaculatory bliss. Tm gonna ..."
"Not yet," said Sharon. She took his meat out of her face. "You think I'm a Saint or something?" She stood up and pulled off her levies. "Give it to me here!" She spread her legs. Her cunt juiced profuse amounts of ooze. "I want that thing buried in my pie. Give it!" She jumped onto his hips and held him around the neck. He was strong enough to hold her up like that. She used her other hand to reach down between their two bodies. He shot upwards and his joint pushed into place, into her vagina. "Now," she said, "that's more like it, eh?"
"Oh, God, yes," he mumbled. "Yes, that's more like it!"
"Better than masturbating!"
"Better!"
"Yes!" She rocked her body up and down and sucked up the cum from his throbbing joint. "It's going... into ... ME!" She smiled and kissed him on the mouth. A moment later they fell on the floor in a heap of sweaty flesh. "I liked that," she said.
"Me, too!"
Sharon came to her senses. She was alone in her bedroom. She was cuming from between her twat lips. She was in ecstasy from having stabbed herself with the speed-stick. She wondered if she could cum every time that way. She wondered if maybe she could get off just by thinking about having an orgasm and just by thinking about a fantasy man of some sort. "Jesus," she grunted, "that sure was hot!" Her twat drooled cum juice. She wiped herself with the sheet.
Then she reached under the mattress and pulled out the picture of her sister, the one that showed her sister fucking with a man, playing with his thing. She wondered what Ellen would say when she showed her the picture. "Oh, boy," said Sharon, giving her own clit a little tease again, "I bet this is going to be fun! Really a lot!" She laughed to herself and laid back to listen for the front door opening. It would be her sister coming home from school.
BLACK BEAUTY
Sharon didn't have to wait long for her sister Ellen to come home. It was about four o'clock when the tell-tale squeak of the door signaled her entrance. A year or two older than Sharon, Ellen boasted large breasts, smooth legs, and a very pretty face browned from long hours spent sunbathing at the Venice Beach. Since summer was only a week away, both girls, in fact, had rather healthy and appetizing complexions.
"Mmmmm, little sis," said Ellen as she entered the bedroom, "I think I smell something like ooze in here, eh?" She started unbuttoning her blouse, preparing to change clothes. When she got the blouse off she noticed for the first time the cover of the magazine covering Sharon's otherwise naked chest. "What's that, Shar?" she asked.
"Oh, this?" asked Sharon, pretending not to know what Ellen was talking about. "This is just a little magazine I picked up at the porno shop. It's got some pictures in it. That's all. Ever see one of these things before?" She held up the long black plastic dildo, the battery operated mechanism with which she'd earlier penetrated and ejaculated herself.
"Well, Sharon, darling, yes, I have seen one of those, but I don't think if s the kind of thing you want to be showing around to the whole family. What if brother Lenny saw you with that? He'd think you were up to no damn good at all!" Ellen started taking off her pants. She wore no underwear and her neatly curled bush was tight and wet with humid ooze. She was always like that, no matter what time of day, because she was always thinking about this or that man's cock, or, sometimes, about this or that woman's cunt!
"Well," said Sharon, taking in a snort of her sister's hole, "maybe you'd like to take a look at the pictures in here, just in case. There might be one or two that you'd like to cut out before I give it to Daddy for Father's Day. You want to look?"
"You little bitch!" Ellen snatched the folio out of her little sister's hand. "You know what's in there!"
"What?" Sharon pretended not to know. "What's in there?"
"Shut up," said Ellen. She tore out the photo of herself going down on a man. "I did it for money in order to buy a present for a friend of mine."
"I bet," said Sharon, getting up off the bed. "I bet you did it for header. For cock. FOR PENIS! You did it so you could give that guy head and get paid for it. That's all. So why don't you just admit it!" Sharon laid back down in her bed. "Besides, I don't give a shit anyhow. It's a turn-on picture and that's what counts!"
"Wow!" moaned Ellen. "Little sister has come a long way!"
"You bet." She smiled and winked at her older sister. Then she held up one of her stink fingers. "I know exactly what I like these days, and I'm not afraid to admit it." She had the dildo in her other hand. Ellen was on her way out of the room, to shower. "Oh, Ellen," said Sharon. "If you ever decide you want to borrow this-"
Ellen snatched away the machine. "Is it waterproofed!?."
"You bet!"
"In that case I'll use it-try it, that is-right now!" She disappeared out of the bedroom and a few minutes later Sharon could hear, beyond the din of the raining shower, her sister's hot little moans.
* * *
The next morning Sharon pretended to be sick. She didn't want to go to school. It wasn't that being in school bothered her-it was just that she felt hot and horny and being in school wouldn't allow her to satisfy her carnal desires. Her mother bought the story of her illness, permitted her to stay home. A little while later the house was empty. Her father, her sister, her mother and brother-they'd all left on their various missions. Happily, Sharon cruised the house looking for things to jam up her twat.
In the utility room she found a light bulb with a nice base. She liked the shape of the gnarled, twisted end. She figured that sticking that thing up her snatch would gaive her a nice little stimulation.
She went through the bathroom, too. She discarded the notion of using a toothbrush. She wouldn't want to brush her teeth with the thing afterwards. But she couldn't resist the water pick. She had to try that thing out in her twat. And she felt similarly about the douche bag. After all, she could always claim she'd done it in the name of good clean health!
Next came the kitchen. She searched the various drawers. She liked the handle on the knife sharpener so she brought that tool with her. She picked out of the refrigerator a bunch of carrots. She prepared them, trimmed them, into odd shapes. She made one long and pointy. Another she carved so that the base of the thing would be especially thick and useful for getting her clit. At the last minute she brought along a hot dog and a piece of liver and the salad oil.
She returned to the bathroom with all of these various gadgets and things. She spread them out around the base of the tub. Then she went and fetched her dildo. It would be no good, she knew, to start up and not be able to finish. She wanted to be prepared for having the best little personal fuck in her cunt that was possible, and getting all of those things together was what made it all real.
She took to using the douche bag first. She filled the rubber thing with water and oil. She didn't know what made her use the oil, but she thought it might make her more slippery. Then she pushed the big black nozzle at the end of the thing into her ass. She squeezed and took off the stop cock. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, stooped over the toilet. "OH FUCK YES FILL ME UP!" When the enema douche was over, she pulled the nozzle out from her butt and let herself drain over the toilet. She was getting hot just from thinking about what was coming. Her titties were hanging down large and creamy as ever.
She started with the carrots, next. She sat on the edge of the toilet with her smooth legs spread open. She jammed the pointy one inside so that the base was rubbing at her clit. The little magic knob stood right up with the first rub. "I love it," she grunted, "I really do love it." Every notch and groove of that carrot vegetable sent Sharon's clit bouncing and flicked that little trigger into a feverish heat, made her ready for something hotter and tougher.
She decided to try the water pick. She turned it on to the mild speed and shoved it up between her slick thighs at just the right angle. On it went, right at her clitoris. "Jesus," she jumped up. "What the fuck!" It was too strong a feel for her little muscle.
She discarded the water pick and retrieved the light bulb. That was something she could control. She stuffed her wet twat leaves with the base of the bulb. She screwed herself with the thing. "Oh, Christ, yes," she grumbled. "That is more like it." But the thing proved just a little too stumpy after a while, and there was nothing she could do. She needed to have something thicker, meatier. "I need something more like meat," she said aloud. "What would that be?"
She inspected the tools remaining to be used. She espied the hot dog. "Now," she said, "if that thing there, and a piece of liver, aren't the meatiest damn things ever, I don't know what is." She picked up the piece of liver first. It was bloody and slimy wet. She slid the thing into her vagina. "Oh, God," she moaned, "it's so cool and slippery!" Then she added the hot dog. That way she could get the thrill of rubbing her clit with a stick like thing at the same time as having her pussy filled, by the liver. "Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, Christ, yes. I love it Oh, God, more." She stroked herself in and out with the hot dog. "It's gonna be good," and with that she closed her eyes and began to fantasize. But even with her eyes closed, Sharon knew she needed one little thing more to complete the rubbing in her cunt. She withdrew the piece of liver, took out the hot dog and picked up the big black gadget She stuffed herself with the battery-operated speed stick. "Mmmm."
Now she could easily remember some of the things that turned her on. She thought about being tossed onto her hands and knees into the backroom of the bookstore. The man came at her with his whanger bouncing. "Bang you up good, honey. This time you'll never want another one, eh?" He laughed and the more he laughed the bigger his muscle became. He demonstrated that fact to Sharon by measuring his rod with a tape measure. He did so at one minute intervals for five minutes in a row, her on her knees under him, him looking down at her with his pants around his ankles. "You'll love it," he said finally, with the nine inch measurement the last one. "Isn't that going to be nice? Nine inches of nice thick meat for you to suck on? You'll love it!"
He got down on the floor with her. "Let me have that thing," she said. "I don't want to keep anyone waiting, you know. And I have a busy schedule." She knew she was being forced to do it, but she didn't care. She wanted to suck him off. She took her tongue and curled it around the head of his meat. She wrapped her lovely mouth muscle into place around the crown. Then she went sliding, all the way down to the base. She kissed his balls, too, and ate him all the way back up to the tip. She got hold of the mushroom head and sucked hard at it. "I love to eat this thing," she said. "I really do love to eat it." She held it away from her face but pressed the tip against her titty. "I like to feel it going against my chest, pressing between my titties. "You like that?"
"I like all of it," said the shop owner. "I like to fuck and suck and eat and be eaten. You know what I mean?" With that, before Sharon could answer, the owner went down on his hands and knees between her long comely legs and planted his tongue in place between her liver-like twat lips. He filled up that narrow space with plenty of juicy muscle, and he gave her the feel she'd been waiting for. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, "I do love all of it, too! I REALLY DO! EAT ME! EAT ME OUT, MAN! REALLY EAT ME OUT GOOD!"
She reached down and took the back of his head. She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him into her bush. She had him gorge himself on her cunt tube. He worked his tongue up and down on the clit especially. The little thing stuck right up. His studly tongue took to stroking it. Back and forth he waved her little wand with his lips and his tongue. He gave her a zesty eating. She swayed her hips so that he could get more and more of his tongue onto the various areas of her pussy. Soon she was leaking all over the place.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, "not bad at all." She could feel his neck sweating in her hands as she guided his face back and forth on her cunt lips. "I love it, Mister, I really do love it! It's good!"
Sharon squeezed her thighs closed. She pressed her tender loin flesh flush against his face. She rolled her legs from side to side so as to enjoy the feel of his tongue and his face in her pussy. She liked that enough to do it several times in a row.
Suddenly she felt something at her rear. She didn't know what it was at first. Then she realized: it was the shop owner's finger. He was sliding his digit up and down in her ass crease. He was getting ready to jam it into her anus. "You better be careful," she warned. "You know what happened last time you did that? Just be careful as you can and you can keep doing that!" But she had his face between her legs and he couldn't hear a thing. Nor would it have mattered.
He went pounding his finger into her ass hole, filling her up and making her anus into as nice a tight little feel as he could get. He worked his digit back and forth on her sphincter muscle, and before long he had the thing stretched out so wide that he could slip an extra finger in there if he really wanted to. "Jesus," she moaned, and she had to let her legs open up. That gave the man more room to move in. He shoved his tongue into her pussy and really got her clitoris rubbed up pretty good. Then he took his mouth muscle out of her vagina and started using his other hand. Thus he had her from both sides, one finger in her cunt, one finger in her ass hole, and he had no intentions of stopping until she started cuming.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried out. "NO, FUCK, SHIT, PISS, NO, FUUUUUCCCCKKK!" She rolled left and right, trying to escape the two deadly fingers, but if she got away from one it was only to meet up with the other at even stronger force. Her body was covered with chills, and her legs were sweating and rolling at the same time. She was hot and bothered, ready to cum.
"FUCK ME," she yelled at him. "Don't you see I'm hot enough for it now. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She reached down with her two hands and had him take his fingers, finally, away from her body. 'There," she said, "now put your penis in there. PLEASE?"
"Lick it!"
"What?"
"Lick it," said the man as he pointed to his anus. "Lick my anus and then I'll give you my cock. Simple." He smiled and waited for the young girl to
Teenage Masturbator obey.
"O.k.," she said, "but you better give me a damn good fuck for this ream. Damn good! You hear me!"
She went down on his arse. It took her about two or three minutes, and when she was done she gave his penis an extra little kiss. "Now will you fuck me?"
"Yes," he said. "Now!"
She rolled over on her back and lifted her legs so that her thighs were wide apart "Stick it in," she wailed. "Stick it right on in!"
The old man looked down the tube of flesh. The floppy little leaves of Sharon's twat separated because she put her fingers, one on either side of the hole, and cast the flesh apart "Mmmmm." She smiled, from two orifices, and the man leaned forward, his big pecker as strong as steel, as ready as a road racer. "Give!"
He plunged into it. He held her hips with his two hands. She used her hands to roll soft palm flesh across his buns. She rocked her hips up and down so that his rod would get a good slide. It wasn't long after that when she could feel his mushroom head hitting at the bottom of her cave. "Ooooh, God, more. MORE, MORE, MORE! FUCK ME MORE! FUCCCCKKKK!" She gave him a good twisting, a gyrating up and down and side to side move, one that was sure to beguile his meaty joint.
"I love ya, kid," he said, pumping harder still. "I love ya good and hard like that." She rolled her legs wide apart and rocked her thighs, the backs, up onto his shoulders. The sneaky old man, though, brought a hand down so that he could stuff a finger into her anus. "There," he said, "isn't that nice?"-and he corked her right up, plugged her bunghole with digit. "I love ya good and hard," she said again. "I surely do."
His meat slid up and down against her delicious little clitoris. He especially liked rubbing up and down on that thing. It gave them both chills to feel his meat pushing and pressing on that tender little morsel of hot cunt flesh. There was more juice, more ooze, and more pussy meat between the two of them than Sharon had ever realized she owned. "Jesus," she grunted, "this is more like it."
The next thing she knew, the old man was squirting off jism juice, filling her up with the sperm spray and letting her have all the baby-fluid she could possibly use. "Ooooh, God, MORE!" she wailed. "FUCK ME MORE!" There were chills all over her body, especially on her big firm titties. But she still wanted more of the flashing pounding meat, more of the hot throbbing cock head.
"You know," she panted, "I like it most of all when that big joint of yours goes sliding on the back wall of my pie."
"Gooood," said the old man, and he aimed for the back of her twat. He gave her a good long plunge, and sure enough, the spear of flesh pounded away into the most remote portions of the little woman's juicing cave.
"Ahhhh, yes," she gurgled in her own passionate juices, "I do love that battering ram flesh of yours. You fuck me like an old bull. You know your way around a woman-that's for sure!" She'd have gone on like that, but the next instant brought Sharon to her senses. She was alone, alone in the house with only the fantasy and her fingers and her dildo. The speed stick twirled in her pie, and the juicy insides of her body spilled over her twat lips. The back of her hole was as sizzling hot as it had ever been, and the inner flesh of her body's rear entrance was squeezing down as though there were a big hard meat inside. "Jesus," she moaned, "I'm almost there. Please God, let me have an orgasm. PLEASE FUCK ME INTO ECSTASY!"
She rammed the black stick down deep and filled herself with twisting plastic. The gyrating rod poked at the hot flesh. Her clitoris erected itself to a new height, and yet another crop of chills exploded out of her groin flesh. Her thighs spread wide and she accommodated the last inch of plastic joint. "Goooood," she hummed. "GOOD, GOOD, GOOD. Now, FUCK!" With that last battle cry, she pounded her palm on the back of the dildo and slammed the thing into her body as far as it could go. She impaled herself, tacked her body down and nailed herself to the bed. "UGH, GOD, OOOH," she cried out, but she couldn't have heard herself or known anything about what was happening between her legs because she was in total climactic ecstasy, juicing and running all over. Her head was arched back against her pillow, and her titties were sticking out to the sides. Her legs were spread wide apart and the machine was doing her up right. She-was in the middle of a series of poly-orgasmic quakes and shivers. "JEEEEESSUUUUUSSS," she yelled out, and it wasn't until twenty minutes later that she came to and discovered the large puddle, a grey circle of juice, under her buttocks, the only sign-other than her flushed body, of course-that she'd been to sexual heaven and back!
CATATONIA
Late in the week Sharon managed to have the house, once more, entirely to herself. This time, though, she was careful to lock the front door and to take the phone off the hook. It hadn't been much for having her father discover her with the dildo in her right hand, the salad oil in her left, as he had on a previous occasion. She'd already masturbated herself one time, and then, getting turned on a second, she began to spread ooze around when the front door burst open. She couldn't do anything to hide the fact that she was jacking herself off.
Well, she considered, that wouldn't happen again. And so she went, nude, her titties flopping, from room to room. She pulled the blinds, locked and double-latched the doors, turned up the stereo and even closed windows where she thought there might be some chance of being found out. She did everything possible to insure the privacy of her masturbatory sex session.
When she was quite sure that the place was looked up properly, and when she'd taken the phone off the hook, she laid down on the living room floor with her dildo in one hand and the talking part of the phone in the other. She started by stroking her pussy with the phone. She wanted to get her lips wet, her insides juicing, and her clitoris erect. If the phone didn't work, she'd use her palm, but she thought she'd at least give the thing a half-way decent try.
Well, to make a long story short, it worked. Her clit popped up, her insides turned to the sweetest ooze possible, and even her little asshole began to shiver and shake and roll and pound. It wouldn't be long, she surmised, before the inside of her body would be ready to explode with orgasmic bliss. She thought she saw stars.
After the hallucination about the stars, though, she began to fantasize something to make her body get even hotter. She kept pushing the phone piece up and down between her legs, but she also kept thinking about something to make her hot. Which wasit was only natural-the sight of a man with a huge boner coming her direction. "Jesus," she moaned, "come here and fuck me. Let me spread my legs so you can tool my clit with that thing. I want you to go rubbing that flesh prong of yours in and out of my cave. You can do it. Come on and fuck me hard."
Of course, this was all just fantasy talk. She was mumbling in her brain. But it worked, nonetheless. She brought the man toward her. He climbed onto her body. He rubbed his pecker between her titties, for openers, and the scent of fresh juice filled the room. "Oh, yes," moaned Sharon. "That's a little more like it. Give me more!" She rubbed his chest while he took to sliding his meaty thing up and down the slopes of her left booby. He could not very well resist the temptation to slide the head of the muscle even higher, into her neck. "Mmmmmm."
She loved the feel of a penis in her hands or her mouth. She could get that heady thing into her lips and go crazy. The feel of a thick pecker shaft in her fingers-that made her heart gallop. Lots of times at school she would pretend that she could get into the pants of a man, a teacher or anyone who was around. She could see herself opening up his pants and pulling his rod out. She would go down on it, just the way she was in the fantasy with the man climbing up on her titties. "Come on," she moaned at him in her day dream, "come on and give it to me good!"
He climbed off her body so that she could take the active roll. "There," she said, spreading his muscular thighs with her two hands. "Let me in there." She worked her fingers down around his balls. She spread the scrotal sack, separated the two nuts and massaged them, gently rolling the testicles in her fingers. Then, her titties leading the way, she bowed down over his groin and wrapped her lips around his mushroom head. She licked the tip and played lightly with the shaft. She used her fingers to stroke the thick bottom part of the meat while her tongue did everything else. "Mmmm, good," she said from time to time, enjoying sucking the man as much as he liked having it done. "Very, very nice!" She slipped her fingers under his buttocks and spread his handsome cheeks. She worked a digging finger into his anus so as to make the feeling of her tongue on his cock more piquant. She used her every available method to make him hot and lusty.
"It's working, babe," he told her. "You're making me hot as a burning coal!" He rolled his hips. She attacked his manly nipples with her fingers. Soon she'd coaxed a chill from his body, up and around his pectoral muscles, through his shoulders and neck. She was working him for just about everything he was worth. And his boner, proof of the pudding, was growing larger.
"I like that," she commented when she saw the size of his meat again. "When a man's hog gets big like that I just blush and get hot and there's hardly anything I can do to control myself."
"Same with me," said the man. "I see a young girl's twat and see all that slippery stuff come from it, and, well, I just can't keep from wanting to stick my thing in there. You know what I mean?"
"DO I EVER!"
He climbed onto her body and stuffed his rod down her hole. He hammered at her insides, flushed her full of hot thick meat. He used the lip of his mushroom head, the crown, to catch hold of the small clit prong. He rode that little piece of twat muscle like it was a hair trigger that needed squeezing. He jacked it up and down and made young Sharon howl and squeal with delight. She spread her sweating loins, jammed up and down on the topside of the rod and prayed that the man would make her cum, that she would have a real first class orgasm. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD!" she commanded him, and she rolled her hips up and down on his meaty boner.
He shot a finger up her asshole and that gave her some more of the kind of the feel she liked. As for her, she reached down between their two bodies and grabbed his bone-on and his balls. She tickled his dick and his nuts so that he was getting it from both ends, from her twat and from her fingers. It was a good fuck for him, a thrill that sent his jism spurting out into the inside of her body where it climbed into the back of her womb. "Ahhhhh, yes," he moaned. "I do love to FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"
She pressed down on his ejaculating muscle. She rolled long slippery muscles up and down on his stick. The undulating force of her interior flesh took his meat for a deliberate milking. It wasn't long before she had all the cum and something extra out of his rod. and inside her pussy. "I love that rub and that fuck," she hummed, but then it was all over.
She was back from her fantasy. There she was, the dildo smashed into her pussy, the phone off the hook, her puddling juices draining to the carpet.
"Oh, my," she moaned, "I'm making a little mess here."
She got up with her skin still covered with chills. She couldn't keep track of where she was. She was like a drunk. Her loins shimmered in the afternoon light. Her titties were yellowed with a streak of sunlight which had managed to make it through the pulled blinds. Her eyes were watery with the feel of lusty heat all over her body. "I don't know," she said, "I just don't know." She fell into a slump on the couch and let her finger go sliding down between her thighs. She had to have at it one more time, once more to let herself know that it had been real the first time. She needed to masturbate a second time. "Jesus," she grunted. "Please, God, let me fuck myself into oblivion!" She rolled her buttocks and filled her anus with a similar finger. Now she had her trim little body from both ends. There would be no stopping her once she started to pump. She pounded away with full force. "Mmmmm, good, yes," she groaned. "I love it!"
Then she let her mind go flying. She had to have some sort of a fantasy to go with this jacking off she was doing. What good would it be to have one's fingers in the two best holes if there wasn't a little thinking to go along with it? So she conjured up the image of herself in a nice big king-sized four poster with old brass springs squeaking like a spook house door, and she saw herself there with a young man, a young man with a smooth chest and strong muscles, and hands like vice grips, hands which held onto her hips and pressed her body under his, pressed her so that her pussy moved just right, up and down and around on his huge cock muscle which was wet and glistening as she looked down between her body and his and saw it shining between her pussy lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed. "MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"
Remembering the adage, "He who helps himself, helps himself," she reached around the man's buttocks and pulled him down close to her body, thereby closing the narrow distance between them, filling herself with the hot lusty joint meat she wanted. The man wrapped his fingers around her smooth little buns, around those lusty little cheeks, and he strapped a digit into place between the two pieces of ass flesh. He wormed the finger forward, upward, into the anal opening and filled up Sharon's asshole.
"AWK! THAT'S BIG!"
"Yes," he whispered, "all the more to please you with ..."
She huffed at him, gasped and panted, prayed that he would give her the orgasm she craved. "Fuck me hard," she said. She kissed him on the mouth, took his long wet tongue into her face and sucked on it. Then she gave him back her own mouth muscle and hoped that he would fuck her, screw her even harder. "Come on," she whispered. "Do it to me. Do it to me harder!"
She whipped her hips up and down on his joint. The clit meat of her pussy rolled across the top of his muscle. Her hungry interior muscles, slippery and well-oiled, gripped at his rod. She used her hands to hold his jackhammer buns in place. And his meat steamed inside her twat. "That's good," she said. "That's really fucking good. You're flooding the hole. Didn't I tell you? That's what I like! I like to feel that jism juice inside me. That's when I get the hottest. Oh, God, yes, fuck me harder like that. I love that the best. You can keep your meat in me all day long if you fuck me like that.. .Oooooh.. .YES ... FUUUCCCKKK ... Jesus, God, fuck-shit-piss!" She was oblivious to everything. She was in the land of total bliss.
Sharon came back to reality. For when the fantasy man shot his wad, so too he left her consciousness. He left her, however, much closer to satisfaction than she'd been earlier. "Now," she moaned, "I have to use the speed stick and go all the way." She popped her two fingers out of her anus and her cunt and searched the floor for the mechanical pecker. She didn't realize that the thing was right, in front of her on the coffee table. "Jesus," she grunted, "where the hell did I put that thing? Fuck!"
She gave up looking for the black cock machine and went into the kitchen looking for some sort of substitute. She found a coke bottle, the old standby. She drained the thing of soda, even swallowed the last bit herself. Frantic to stay high, she rinsed the thing with one hand and fingered her hole with the other. Finally, the bottle was clean and ready.
Sharon plopped herself down on the middle of the kitchen floor. She propped her head against one of the lower cupboards, but that was the only concession she made to the floor. She spread her legs wide and watched herself fit the neck of the bottle out of sight inside her pussy.
"Oooh, yes," she moaned and panted, "ooh, fuck, yes, good, shit, ahhhhh .. . oooooh .. ." Then she started to envision herself making love with a man. But when she couldn't figure out who the man was, she nearly had a heart-attack. "Fuck me," she cried.
"Who are you?" She opened her eyes and saw the bottled water, the water delivered every other week by the dark-haired hunk of male whom she so admired, Kurt. "Kurt," she swore at the bottle of spring water, "fuck me, Kurt. Fuck my cunt!"
She shut her eyes and saw the big man coming toward her. He was carrying one of the five gallon jugs of water. "Put that silly thing down, you big lug. I don't know what you think you're going to do with that." He put the bottle of water down and smiled. "Yeah, baby," he said. "Sure thing." He smiled and reached around her hips. He pulled her toward him. "I want a few of the same things you do. You know that? I really do!" She smiled at him. She liked him aggressive and mean the way he was becoming. "Come on," she said. "If you really mean it, come with me."
She took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. "What about your parents, kid?" he asked.
She reached back behind him and kicked the door shut. "Don't worry about them," she said. "I'll take care of Daddy. Just the way I'm gonna take care of you." She stroked her hand down across his rod. "You like that? Never mind. I can tell you like that." She was eyeballing the stiff projection in his trousers. "That's really nice. I'm glad to see you didn't use up all your strength carrying bottles around today. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, me, too," he said softly. He took her in his arms and dipped her toward the ground. He gave her a big long kiss in the .mouth and filled her face with tongue. "Ah, God, yes," he said, thinking that it was quite wonderful to be in America and just about ready to fuck a teenager in the twat. "Very, very nice."
She reached down between his legs and came sliding her fingers up along the shaft of his meat, by the mushroom head, along his belly and around behind him so that she could pinch off his ass cheeks. She didn'-t let go, either, until he started unbuttoning his pants and giving her access to his joint itself. "Come on," he said, "let's see what a youngster like you can really do now, eh?"
She smiled and opened her mouth wide. She indicated that he should inspect the length of her throat. "You like?"
"Oh, yeah," he said. "You a sword swallower?"
She smiled as if to say, "You bet I am," and then down she went, onto her knees, between his feet, scooping off his male organ into her mouth. She used her lips to seal the bargain, and it wasn't long before she was sliding her tongue down one side of the man's thick joint and then up the other and across the healthy mushroom head. "I like to suck a big dog like this one," she said. "I really do."
He reached down along her chest and took to stroking her titties. The big cherry-colored nipples were just about as hard as pits. They were pointed and needy of some rubbing. He was glad to pass his palms and his kneading fingers over those two big titties and nipples. The hot tender feel of that luscious breast meat was the second nicest thing that had happened to the water man all that day. The first, of course, was still happening: his meat was deep inside luscious little Sharon's mouth. Her lips were sealed at the base of his joint. "Do it, honey," he said. "Do it up right!"
He started banging his cock muscle back and forth in her face. "You like that?" he asked. "That's alright, you don't have to answer that one right now anyhow."
He smiled and pushed her off of his boner. 'Time for something a little more interesting. Let's see the inside of your asshole."
"The inside?"
"Yup, you got it, the God damn fucking inside. I want to look at that. I carry bottles all day long and I want to look at the inside of your anus. Got it?"
"Mmm." She leaned over and parted her buns. "There."
"Not quite." He pulled her cheeks wide open. He fingered the white folds of sphincter muscle. As if his long middle digit were a worm, it crawled up, inched its way into her anus.
"Oh, no, stop!"
"Stop? Fuck!" He crammed more of his finger into the feces hole. He gave her enough of his digit, in fact, that she thought for sure she would be going crazy before he stopped. "Oh, please," she begged, "won't you please give me something besides that shaft up my asshole?"
"O.k. How about this shaft!" He pulled his finger out of her anus and replaced it with his cock muscle. He jammed it into her so hard and so fast that she didn't know what hit her. He crammed her so full of hot pecker that she thought for sure he was using something besides his penis. She even asked him: "What is that?"
"What is what?" he asked, rolling his hips and sliding his penis this way and that in her rear hole.
"That thing in my buns! What are you doing me with? It's not your penis is it? It feels like a big thick piece of steel!"
"I love ya, kid, but that's not gonna get me to take my meat out of your anus!" He laughed and continued slamming his rock-hard boner in her bowels. "I love ya, oh, yes, I love ya ..."
She could feel his throbbing muscle spray jism juice into the pouch of her buns. She liked the feel of the flooding cum spray. She didn't, however, like the way his organ had stretched her anus. But he made up for that by flicking her clit with his finger, tingling her titties with his other hand, kissing her neck.
"Mmm, God damn," she muttered, "I wish . .." But then it was all over. She'd wished once too often. The water man disappeared. She was on the floor of the kitchen, her legs spread, the coke bottle stuffed in her pussy. "Oh, God," she cried. "I'm so close. I'm so close that I have to finish off." She could hear a car pass the house outside. She went into the living room on her hands and knees, crawled there, and spied the dildo, the speedstick, on the coffee table. "There," she said. "Why didn't I see it before?"
And before she could even think about answering her own question she was sprawled out in the middle of the living room carpet with the big black plastic gyrating rod shifting and whirling inside her pussy. She was fisting the thing up and down in her cunt tube, rubbing it from side to side and up and down and making sure that the rubber pronged tip got her clitoris to full height. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she gurgled. "Give me a dildo, or give me death . . . ahhhhh . . . oooooh, fuck . . . shit-piss-cunt-ass!" She was in ecstasy, and it was, in exactly that position, her legs spread, her knees raised, her one hand holding the twirling machine in her pussy, the other under her cheeks-exactly like that-her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling, that her father, three hours later, found her.
TENDER LOVING CARE
The doctor gave the obvious analysis: catatonia induced by the intensity of orgasm. "The young woman," he continued to say, "would recover completely. Not to worry."
Sharon's father drove her home from the hospital. He couldn't help but take a gander at his daughter's smooth thighs. The robe was open at the middle and no red-blooded male would have been able to resist just a little peek at the soft pink flesh pressing out from under there. It was to Sharon's father's credit that he was able to resist climbing onto the attractive little wench, in fact, since it had been a while since his wife had given him any.
When they arrived home, Sharon went directly to her bedroom. She didn't say anything to anyone. Her brother and sister were sitting on the sofa giggling from time to time. They'd been the ones to clean up the various artifacts from the self-fucking. But they'd also been the ones, as Sharon discovered a moment later, to put the big speed stick, and a note, on her pillow: "Better luck next time!" And that's why they were giggling in the living room. They knew all about their sister's love of the battery operated dildo.
Sharon's mother didn't take kindly to the kids and their shenanigans. "Jesus Christ," she moaned at the two children in the living room, "you'd think you two had never heard of masturbation before." She drew heavily on a cigarette, but couldn't bring herself to face the children directly.
"Aw, Maw," moaned Ellen, "we're just laughing because it's always funny to see someone else get caught at something like that." She put her hand on her brother's leg. "Isn't that right, Drake?"
The younger boy nodded. He had a smirk on his face. "Yeah, Mom, you shouldn't worry about us laughing. It's a healthy sign." He giggled some more. Then he and his sister got up from the living room sofa and started down the hallway. They stopped and turned around like trained seals when they heard their father's voice: "Don't be teasing Sharon, now, you understand!"
"No, Pop," said Ellen.
"No, sir," added Drake.
They went off to their separate rooms. Ellen, of course, shared a room with her sister. She could hardly wait to ask Sharon a question or two about what had happened. She shut the door behind her. "Well?" she said. "How was it? What made it so good that you went into that stupor?"
"I don't know," said Sharon. "I was laying there, with my eyes closed, and I had this stick-I had it shoved all the way in, I think-and I was thinking about something, about some fantasy of some sort, and I just all of a sudden got passed out. I mean I was awake, but I was asleep at the same time. You know what I mean? I wasn't even aware that I was in a stupor at all. I just had my legs spread out and I was thinking about how pleasant it was to be fucking myself that way, and then all of a sudden, I was in ecstasy. My whole body was shaking. Know what I mean? There were chills everywhere. Or I thought I was shaking. I guess not, really. Because when Pop found me I just had that big plastic stick stuck up inside me and I couldn't think of anything or do anything."
"Wow," said Ellen, "that's far fucking out! I wish I could get that carried away with it sometime."
"Yeah," said Sharon. "It was pretty far out. You know that? It was awfully fucking far out..."
* * *
That night Sharon waited for her sister to fall asleep. When she was quite sure that everyone was asleep, including Ellen, she got up out of bed and tip-toed into the living room. She found the place dark and quiet. It was nothing for her to pull the blinds and open the living room up a bit. She wanted some of the silvery moonlight to go sparkling here and there on the glass knick-knacks which decorated the coffee table and bookshelves and end tables. Also, she wanted to be able to see what she was doing by some natural light
So with the blinds pulled, and with the light streaming into the room, Sharon spread herself out on the carpet. She propped her head up against the sofa and spread her thighs wide. She was naked, of course-that's the way she always slept-and she had the big black plastic speed stick with her. She shoved the capsule like head of the thing toward her cunt, but at the last minute she decided she'd better 'arm herself up first.
What she did was start sliding the machine up and down on her thighs. Since her legs were supple and smooth, they glistened and shimmered in the night light. The silvery moonlight made patches of her legs look blue and grey and only her cunt was black. Even there, the light caught on the wet refracting pubic hairs and shined the way sunlight does in morning dew. Rays, and tiny spears of light tinkled around her twat. "Jesus," she moaned, rubbing the dildo up and down her legs, Tm getting hot already!"
She let her right hand control the machine. This freed her left for work up top. She enjoyed sliding a finger across a nipple, teasing a tip with two fingers at once, pinching off a big hunk of hanging mammary flesh and curling it like bread dough. "Jesus fuck shit," she murmured, "I have to control myself ..." She was already so hot that her gasps could be heard, were anyone awake, in the various bedrooms.
Sharon continued working the rod closer and closer to her mound. The speed stick whirred and hummed. It arrived automatically, with its shifting gears and sliding ball-bearings running smooth as ever, up close to Sharon's open pussy lips. "Oh, God, yes," she hummed at herself. She looked down between her legs and watched her hand slide the thing forward into her body. "Keep going, mother fucker," she moaned. "Keep fucking going and make me hot. Really ram it into me now." She shoved her own hand forward. She used her right hand to press on her left. Then both hands grabbed the handle of the big black plastic speed stick. She rammed the thing down in tight between her two ruby wet twat hole lips. "Oh, fuck, yes," she cried out, "that's what I love! I love that fucking machine, and I love having it in me."
She didn't realize that her sexual whimpering were rather fierce and loud. Her brother's room was the first one, the one closest down the hallway. Drake was asleep, but something was stirring him in his unconscious. He rolled over in bed and tried to put out of his brain the highly sexual squeals which were interrupting his sleep. "Mmmmm," he moaned.
Out in the living room Sharon was going into a strangely pleasing trance. Her eyes rolled upwards and appeared to want to look at the inside of her lids. The bottom halves of her eyeballs remained visible, but the lenses focused someplace inside her forehead. "Fuuuuucckk," she grunted, like the unexercised child. Some sort of self-possession was taking over her mind, her body, her soul. It was sex, pure and simple, coming to take her away, coming to make her luscious and appealing to the fantasy man who climbed up out of her brain.
Drake, her brother, by now had climbed up out of his bed. He was curious as to the source of the strange huffing wails which were coming from someplace in the house. He walked down the hallway following the track of the sounds. He found his sister propped up against the living room sofa. Her eyes were closed and she was naked. She had the big black sex machine in both her hands and she was pumping it in and out of her juicy twat. He couldn't help but gasp a huge breath, but he was surprised that young Sharon hadn't heard him. He stood dumbfounded in the hallway. He decided to watch until she finished. He'd always wondered how they actually got off with one of those things.
Sharon was deep into her own fantasy. That's why she didn't hear her brother's arrival at the hallway. She was imagining all sorts of sexy things happening to her. She saw a dog at one point licking her twat. She saw a man coming toward her and the dog and grabbing a choker which dragged on the ground. The man tied up the dog who had a big thick erection. "You know," said Sharon, "I was beginning to enjoy getting licked out by that dog."
"Forget the bow-wow, baby," said the man, removing a pair of sunglasses. "You and me can do a hell of a lot better than you and that dog. Now go clean yourself up."
She got up and went to a bathroom which seemed quite convenient. In the fantasy bathroom she found towels, a big white dildo, soap, a douche bag, enemas, just about everything that she could possibly need. There was even perfume there, perfume for her pussy. She shut the door so the man couldn't watch.
She lifted one leg and put her foot on the toilet. She shoved the nozzle of the douche up inside her cunt. She washed out her cave and let the stuff drain into the toilet. Then she enjoyed a shampoo, washed her pubic hairs and rinsed them. Finally, she did the same with her asshole as she had done with her cunt. She didn't know why she was suddenly so clean-conscious, but it certainly seemed like a good idea. To complete the absolutions, she jumped into a steamy shower. Her whole body was radiant and squeaky clean by the time she applied the perfume to both of her pelvic holes. She put the stuff on with an atomizer.
When she showed up outside the man was smiling. He'd taken off not only his sun glasses, now, but also his wide-brimmed fedora, his suspenders, his bow-tie, his vest and jacket, his pants, his underwear, his gold watch, everything. He sat naked in a wicker chair with just his handlebar mustache spreading out wide above his upper lip. He had a Cheshire grin on his face and he was sparkling a glint from his pinky finger emerald.
"Wow," said Sharon, "I sure do wish I'd run into you a little earlier!"
"Better late than never," said the man. "My name's Thomas. I come from up the river and I'm here to be of service to you. I understand you went into a masturbatory bliss stupor yesterday morning and I'm here to give you some tender loving care on account of that."
"You're wonderful," said Sharon to her dream-boat man. "Really wonderful."
Inspecting the young woman's titties, Thomas said: "You ain't so bad yourself, honey. Come over here and have a seat on Uncle Tom's knee!
She did as he said, straddled his thigh with her lovely bare loins. "Like that?"
"Yes," he said, sliding a sparkling smile made of bright white teeth along the sculpted curve of her perfect titty, "that's just fine!" He licked her nipple and she squeaked. He squeezed her full right tit and she nearly moaned into climax. "You're hot, honey," he said. "You're "really fucking hot!"
"I know, I know," she grunted. "But you can make me even hotter." She looked down, down between her two big titties, down between Thomas's big working hands and arms, down to where her thighs were spread around his thigh, where her mound could rub against his muscular leg. "Maybe you could put a finger inside my twat?"
He couldn't resist. He slid a hand down along her trim belly, across her pelvis and into the area of her pubis. It only took another little push and his finger arrived at her cunt interior. He hooked upwards and had a hold on her clitoris. "Ahh, yes," he sighed.
"You're telling me," she panted. "More of that and I'll be flooding the place."
"Good," he said. "Go ahead and let the clit juice damn just burst open, honey. That's why Tom's here!" He fingered her clit several times in a row, always in the hooked position. It was his index finger which did most of the work. After a minute or two, Sharon stood up so that she could angle her body, her cunt, a little more. That way she got an even more accurate feel from the sliding dream man's finger. "Ahhh, fuck, yes, shit," she sighed. "I love it." She waved her hips right and left. 'Tom," she said. "Did you know my father?"
"Nope," he said. "What do you care, anyhow?"
"I just wondered. What about my brother?"
"Nope. Don't know any of your family. Concentrate on getting off, little one. This is your tender loving care action, made to make you forget about that sex coma you went into yesterday. Just forget about everything and enjoy yourself. Understand? That's the only way to recover. Enjoy a little tender loving care and everything will be alright."
"Will you eat me?" she asked.
"Ah, child, yes, of course! Why didn't you say so? Lay down."
She stretched out and Tom spread her legs just a little wider than she thought they would go. "Now," he said, "bite down on something because this is going to feel so good it'll drive you wild." And with that, and a curl of his handlebar mustache, Tom stuck his tongue out at Sharon's tender little teenage twat hole. "Mmmmm, good," he hummed.
"Yeah," she groaned. "Really." She rolled her hips left and then right. Tom's tongue slid about on one lip of the pussy, then on the loin of the left leg, and then back gainfully to the other side in the same manner. "Mmmm, good," he said. Then he held her buns with his two hands, one cheek in either palm, and pressed and kneaded the ass flesh. He worked a finger into Sharon's bunghole while his tongue took care of her front pelvic orifice. It wasn't long before he had that entire gaping hole of hers licked into a passionate lather and sexy frenzy. "Jesus," he grunted, "you're oozing like a waterfall. That's the way, baby doll. You just keep that juice coming out and you'll be in heaven before you can say lickety-split!"
She pressed her thighs closed on his face. She could feel his cheeks between her thighs. She liked the feeling of having something bigger than a dildo in there, the feeling of having something large between her legs. She loved the sensation of having her clitoris fully erect. That made her especially happy. She could feel the juice dripping out of her twat. She could look down between her legs, when she opened her eyes, and get a charge from seeing Tom down there, his head barely visible but bobbing up and down in order to keep track of her twitching clitoris. "Mmm," she heard him moan from time to time. "That's good, good, good. Very tasty!" She liked knowing that she tasted good. It made her feel that much more womanly. She called down to him: "Tell me when you're ready for some of the same."
"Come on," he said, lifting his head out from her groin. "I'm ready now." He lay back in her position. She climbed up between his legs and inspected, really for the first time, the shape of her fantasy man's joint. "I like this hog," she said, noting the ridges around the base of the flesh machine. "It's a thick one."
"Those little circular notches?" he querried her. "Those are from fucking with good women!" He smiled and she leaned over his pecker. "God damn, woman! Go to it!" She rolled her lips one against the other, smacking them without making any noise, getting them wet and juicy. She licked her lips with her tongue to get them ready, prepared for the sucking she was going to do. Then she pulled her hair back behind her head so it wouldn't be in the way and went down on the meaty tip of Tom's erect joint. "There, there, there," he said, calming himself as his heart surged upwards with the first touch of Sharon's mouth to his cock. "That's good, honey. That's really fucking good."
She used he tongue like a paint brush covering background. She slopped up and down the top. She coated the base of the joint and in one long sweep, a gentle but everlasting stroke, she went from base back up to the tip and ended with the big knob of spongy mushroom head flesh in her mouth. She sealed the bargain with tight lips compressed around the middle or top third of the shaft. "Oh, Jesus," grunted Tom, "that's really fucking something else. You give nice suck, my little darling. Very-very-nice-suck-indeed!"
She slipped her fingers under his buttocks. She wanted to feel up Tom's backside. She wondered what his anal crotch was like. She even considered the possibility of rubbing her tongue in there. But she didn't go ahead with that. She used just her hands. She felt up the ass flesh of her fantasy man while working out on his fantastic boner. That meat in her mouth gave her as much of a thrill as would a finger crammed into her vagina. Soon she had to take a breath: "I don't believe how hot you make me," she panted.
"Same here," he gasped. "My whole body-it's hot. Getting hotter, too. How do you do it?"
"Oh, Tom," she moaned. "I love you." She looked down at the meat in her fist, his joint in her hand. "I love you, too,'.' she said, addressing it as though the thing were a microphone. "I love the big red cap, the hot thick shaft, the big blue balls. Why are they blue, darling? Tom? Why are they blue?"
"I'm ready to fuck you. That's why." He smiled and showed her his pearly whites. She let loose of his rod and climbed up on his muscular manly body. "O.k.," she whispered on the way, stopping off here and there to kiss his manly nipples, to rub her face against his hirsute chest, "O.k., then, Tom, fuck me. Put that boner of yours into me and fuck me. Make me cum, Tom, darling. Make me cum all over that thick hog head of yours. I don't want to ever forget you, darling. Do you hear me? I don't want to ever forget what it's like to fuck with a REAL MAN! FUCK ME!" And she buried her tongue in his mouth.
They Frenched for a minute, but the next thing she knew, young Sharon had Thomas on top of her. His heaving hips pounded a long sword of hot cock flesh into her hungry willing body. "Ahhh, yes, Tom, darling," she grunted. "More. Give me more!" She rolled her pussy up and down on that meaty thing. She stroked it with the insides of her cunt. Her muscular wet flesh mashed down on the thing and caressed it. She jacked herself off on it, and tugged and milked the jism out of it at the same time. Finally, long undulating squeeze contractions born in primitive cadence carried the hot semen juice well up inside Sharon's sweltering hot-hole. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" yelled Sharon. "Oh, God, Tom. Tom, Tom, TOM!"
She came down from her fantasy because her brother Drake was shaking her by the shoulders. "Sharon, wake up, wake up!" he told her. He shook her and grabbed the machine out of her fist. "You're having a dream of some sort. Come out of it, babe. Come out of it!" He kept shaking her. Finally she opened her eyes. "Oh, Drake, what happened? I was ..."
"You were masturbating and making a hell of a lot of noise. I came out here and found you like that." He was whispering. "I didn't think you'd want Mother and Father to find out about this so I decided to wake you up."
"Boy, I'm glad you did. After yesterday, Father would have had me committed or something."
Brother and sister started up and out of the living room. "Sharon," said Drake. "I wonder if I could just ask you one question."
"Sure," said his horny sister. "What?"
"Who's Tom?"
'Tom? I don't know any Tom," said Sharon.
"What makes you ask?"
"You kept shouting that. Well, not shouting it, but saying it. You kept saying, 'Oh, Tom, Tom, Tom.'"
"Are you sure?" asked Sharon, looking down at her big plastic speed stick. "I dont know any Tom. I don't even remember thinking about a man named Tom."
"I'm sure," said Drake. "Must have been your fantasy or something." Drake couldn't keep from giving his sister a last little inspection with his sleepy eyes. "I sure wish we weren't brother and sister," he said. "I would go ape shit over you, Sharon."
She smiled and tip-toed into her bedroom. She leaned over her mattress and slipped her big plastic machine under her bed. Then she looked at her wet cunt. "I wish he wouldn't have stopped me that way. I was just about to have a perfect orgasm." She wiped her juices away with a part of the sheet. Then she climbed into bed. "I wonder," she considered to herself as her hand and an experienced finger crawled down between her twat lips, "who Tom is?" r
SEX COMA
"It happens when I masturbate.'' Sharon's friend smiled. "You're kidding, of course."
"No," said Sharon. "Every time, just about I go into this like trance. I have great fantasies that I can't remember and then I cum, or maybe I cum-I don't know anymore-and then someone wakes me up or I go to sleep or something. It's like being hypnotized. And it happens just because I stick that speedy mechanical muscle into my twat. It's terrifying, sometimes, but if s mostly bitchin'."
"Wow," said Susan. "I wish that would happen to me sometime. I just get hot and horny and all, and my cunt, of course, it gets juicy, but I never go into a trance or anything like that. I just sort of lay there and get the chills."
"Well, so do I, but I also don't know about it. That's the only difference. And I can never quite remember what it was I was getting off on. You know what I mean? It's just gone the next minute afterwards. My brother found me mumbling 'Tom' the other night, and I had the big stick stuffed up my hole and I couldn't remember for the life of me what I was thinking about."
"Could I watch you sometime? Do you think you'd be able to go into that trance if someone was watching?"
"I don't know," said Sharon. "But not this afternoon." She looked at the clock in Susan's mother's kitchen. "Shit," she moaned. "I better get going right now. I don't want to be late for dinner. I'm in enough trouble around the house already, if you know what I mean."
Susan leaned forward and tied her shoe. "I'll walk you to the door. I wish they'd make a shoelace that never came undone." Susan's titties were hanging down, and Sharon couldn't help but notice. "You know what?" said Sharon. "My breasts are about the same size as yours!"
Susan came bold upright. "You're not supposed to say things like that."
"We talk about jacking off but we're not gonna say stuff about each other's bodies? It doesn't seem right!" Sharon snickered at Susan. "I know why: because you used to have titties that were bigger than mine, before I went into puberty, but now I can get the same boys you do because my chest is just as large as yours. Isn't that right!"
"You be quiet," said Susan, "or I'll tell the whole damn school about what a Mummy you become when you jack yourself off!"
"Ah, shit," grunted Sharon. "I'll see ya later. I don't need you to walk me to the door." She left in a huff, and it was in that angry spirit which she walked home. "Jesus," she mumbled from time to time, "you'd think she was the only one in the world with a chest. What a fucking little bitch. I bet she doesn't even know the meaning of friendship."
Even though Sharon was mad at her friend, she was still getting a little aroused. She couldn't help but wonder about who Tom was, Tom, the name she'd been repeating when her brother found her masturbating. She wondered what sort of a man her coma lover was, and she also wondered if he would show up again the next time she fucked herself with the big battery operated stick. "Jesus," she sighed, finally arriving at her own house, "I sure do hope no one's home."
Sure enough, lucky for Sharon, the house was empty. There was a note on the living room table.:
Dear Sharon, Your Father and I have gone bowling. We've made arrangements for Ellen and Drake to meet with us at the alley and then well be having dinner. Why don't you meet us at Brandywine? That's where we'll be eating. Love, Mom.
Sharon smiled and then broke into a snicker: "While you eat dinner, "I'll be having myself a little snack of my own ..."
It only took her a second or two to undress. Just as quickly, she showered. In front of the bedroom mirror, a six-foot piece of glass wide enough to accommodate an adult, Sharon inspected her body. The flesh of her teats was creamy colored and full. Long smooth lines sculpted out the pendular hanging mammaries. The nipples leaned right and left, led to the sides. The caps were the size of silver dollars, and the cherry buds were not only ripethey were hard. Her trim belly tanned easily, and the one or two days she'd spent in the sun prior to the beginning of summer vacation were now showing. Her stomach was brown and the hips around it smooth and lean. Her pelvis was streaked with a crescent shaped piece of white, the same color of cream, nearly, as her titties. Below a tight wad of pubic hair, a pelt of beaver so slick as to deserve special attention, coated her mound. The glazed lips were shining ruby red and from underneath, a light leak of juice explained the glistening appearance of her hole. "I love sex," she mumbled. She gave her loins, a scissors smooth pair of interior thighs, and the tops of her legs, a quick glance. Everything was supple and comely. "I'm what they call 'nubile,'" she moaned at her own contorted face, an expression of what she considered sexy covering her pouting lips and half-closed eyes. "I'm so sexy and nubile .. . that I can't control myself . . ." She stroked her long silky blonde mane back behind her head: ". .. nubile . .. nubile ... nubile ..." In this narcissistic attitude, she waved her chin upwards at the delectable image of herself in the mirror. "Very much so," she confirmed to herself, and then she winked: "nubile."
A moment later she was scurrying naked through the house like a mouse. In the living room she locked the doors. She pulled the paneled louver shutters of her Mother's bedroom windows tightly closed. She locked the back door, the kitchen door, the bedroom door. She had with her, as she plopped down on her Mother's big clean sheets, the large plastic stick. She spread her legs and started in on herself without further delay. "Mmmmmm, good."
To start off, she put the machine aside. She wanted to go au naturel into the land of foreplay. She worked her bare palms lightly over the tops of her thighs. Soon she dipped down between her legs and spread the browned loins. She made her way with one hand into the pelt of her twat, and with the other she began an assault on her ass flesh. One finger stroked deep in her cunt, the other wormed upwards between her buns, into her sphincter, high inside her asshole. It wasn't long before-were they connected channels-her two fingers would meet.
"Oh, God, fuck!" cried Sharon. Her finger screwing play was getting her body heated up. The clitoris of her twat was upright like a miniature Eifel Tower. As for her sphincter and her bunghole, the thing contracted in long undulating swells. The teenager's smooth hips heaved now and again like a placid ocean stirred by some distant movement. Up, and down, and round, and round again went her mid-section, that platform of tender young flesh into which many a man would be willing to bury himself entirely. "Ah, shit," she sighed, her eyes unable any longer to remain open. "I'm going under, I'm going under, I'm going ..."
Before she did, she grabbed the black plastic speed stick, shoved the head of it toward her twat and removed her finger. She replaced that successful digit with the rubber prong, already twirling, of the dildo. She jammed forward and gave her long erect clitoris a special thrill. The twisting rubber beat at Sharon's clit and started her off on her fantasy journey into the core of her erotic brains, where, once again, she met up with all the things and people that could make her succulent little hole even juicier than was natural. "Fuuuuuuckk," she grunted. "I want fuuuuuuccckkkkk!"
The black electric post drilled deep in Sharon's already drooling damp hole. "More," she hummed unconsciously. "Give me more..." Her thighs were spread out and angled upwards so that her luscious upper legs make a pleasant V, one which was filled at the base of the canyon with cock stick, artificial and beating, "Jesus," she groaned, grinding harder and faster, "oh, fuck me royal..."
It didn't take long for her to be completely embroiled in the fantasies crossing her mind. A long slithering snake worked its way out of undergrowth and attacked by sliding its slippery flesh up and around, coiling on her leg, its smooth head homing on the target mound. The head of the snake went sliding into her cunt, deeper and deeper. She grabbed it round the back of the body, a good eight inches away from the head and worked it the way she would have worked a live machine. She drew the snake in and out of her pussy so that the head of the reptile was sometimes buried in cunt flesh and other times at the entrance to her twat where it, the snake, would snap its forked tongue as though it knew what was inside ...
The image changed, of course, and the snake was replaced by a huge artillery shell. She pushed the thing up and down in her cave, but it was too large, too heavy, and soon she had to give it up. She saw the snake wrapping itself around the useless artillery shell and left the two used phallic toys behind.
A man in a shiny green suit and white shirt with a narrow tie grabbed her. He had a drop curl black hair-do. He had slits for eyes out of which peered glassy orbs. "I'm gonna run a rod up your tube, baby," said the man, loosening his tie. "You gonna love it"
"Maybe I will," said Sharon, shaking her hip, "and maybe I won't," shaking her hip the other direction, "but one thing's for sure," and now she shook her hip right and then left in quick succession, "I'm willing to try!" She shimmied up next to him. "What's your name, greaser?" She batted heavy mascara lids at him. "My name's Sharon, but my buddies-" She reached between his legs and fondled his developing organ. "-they call me the Whiz!" She bumped him in the hip, grinded away, let her fingers trail off the bulge in his trousers. She had her back to him and her hands on her hips, akimbo. "You ready, greaser?"
"My name's Drake," said the greaser.
"Hey," said Sharon, "my brother's name is Drake, too. How about that!"
"Yeah," said the greaser. "Some coincidence, eh?" He pulled off his shiny green jacket Then he took off his tie and his shirt. His body was not overly muscular. He was, in fact, skinny, bony. "You ain't got much meat on you, Drake," said Sharon. "You sure you can handle someone like me?"
"Don't worry about it," said the ho-daddy. "I'll take care of you, honey. You just take care of me and I'll take care of you, eh?"
She saddled up alongside him again. "Let me start right here," said Sharon, reaching for his belt, "taking care of you, that is." She put a swagger in her voice and quickly undid his pants. She worked the buckle off first, then the snap and the zipper, and finally she had the crotch open. "Now," she said, "I think we can see what we're getting ourselves in for, eh?" She laughed at the notion. "You think maybe this mouse-" She squeezed on the tip of the meat. "-would like to get himself some cheese?" She rubbed up the shaft with one long finger. "Lemme look in there and see if maybe that thing has some sort of a tail, eh?" She drew the elastic on his pants away from his narrow belly. "Well, well, well," she drawled, peering over the edge of his underwear, "I thing we got something a little bigger than a mouse in there ... I might even venture to guess it's more the size of a rat ..." She let the elastic band loose and it snapped with a slight sting against Drake's belly.
"You bitch," he scolded her. "Clean up your act."
"Titch-titch." She waved her index finger at him.
Then she swung around-once again having previous turned her back on him-and gave him the finger-her middle finger, left hand, the bone finger. "Eat it," she grunted. "Or make me think you're not the type who does!" She smiled and snickered and walked in a semi-circle about him. "Ha, ha, ha," she chortled. "Can't you do it, big fellow with the boner. What's the matter? Stiffled? Come on. You can fuck me! I'm just a little girl with big titties. Come on and try me. Or are you a fag?" She gave him a big belly laugh, put her hands on her hips and leaned forward and laughed again, loud in his ear. Then she whispered: "Are you a fag?"
He lashed out at her. His hand smashed into her face. She fell backwards against the bare wall. She was lucky her head didn't hit. He pulled off his underwear. "Get down," she heard him saying. "Get down on your back and find out what it's like to get a good screwing." She didn't obey him, but she was on her back already. He mounted her before she'd recovered from the tumble. His meat went flying in and out of her. By the time she came to her senses, his joint was buried in six inches of her pussy flesh. He was flashing hot cum, ready jism juices. He had a finger up her asshole. She'd forgotten to wail, to huff and puff. But she was panting on her own. trying to forestall the inevitable-she was trying to make her own approaching climax last a little longer. Suddenly she convulsed. Her body went berserk and she started hammering on his back and on his face. She pounded her tightly clenched small female fists up and down his shoulders. He wasn't so skinny and bony as she thought, and that big throbbing organ of his was letting loose a rapid fire succession of machine gun like bursts of sperm. She wailed out at him, her first articulate cry since he'd smacked her on the face: "You fucker ... oh, God, you fucker ... FUCK!" She gave way and came.
When it was over he pulled his rod out of her cunt and smiled. "Who's boss now, eh?"
"Whoever doubted otherwise?" she asked when she caught her breath "I just wanted to make sure you knew!" She smiled and rested her head on his chest. "You have nice titties for a man." She drew the tip of one finger across one of his manly breasts. She pinched it off, the nipple. "I like to touch a man here, you see." Then she reached down to his sticky limp pecker. And here." She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. "Especially here," she added, touching the head of his muscle with her thumb. She rolled the ball of her thumb up and down across the tip of his penis. The thing began firming again. "Oh, my," she said. "Look, Drake, it's getting harder." She let loose for an instant so she could watch the muscle develop into a full erection. "It's getting bigger."
"It won't keep growing like that," said the young hood, "if you just look at it and nothing else."
Sharon smiled. Then, sardonically, she said: "Allow me!" She climbed down to his organ. There she bowed at it, used her right hand to brush her hair back behind her head and her left to support the meat from the base, and then she applied her right hand and her mouth to the muscle and went right to work. "Mmmmmmm." She used her tongue inside her mouth to make the thing especially wet, and she cleaned off the cum and the juice from inside her hole. She made the thing wet and shiny. When it was ready-as though covered by snail's mucous and stiff as a piece of wood-she began to suck, to concentrate with her wet lips and long wet tongue on just the head. It was not long after that when he told her that he was ready to stuff her cunt hole. She looked up from his meat, holding the thing in one hand and rubbing the tip against the side of her face, and said: "I just want to get a couple more licks off on this thing. O.k.?" She didn't wait for his answer. She took to spreading her tongue out against the big muscle, licking up and down, but starting always from the base, the way a little girl would lick a popsicle, and stroking up to the tip. She did that three times in a row before puckering her lips one more time and sucking them right off of the tip of the crown, as if this were her swan-song suck to his penis head.
"Now," she said, adjusting her position so that her long legs were spread around his hips, "I think we can get this thing into my hole, eh?" She reached down between her squatting thighs and nestled a finger up inside her tube. Apparently finding what she wanted, she used her other hand to get hold of the pecker. She matched the two, the penis and her vagina, by waddling forward. When she was within range she sat down on the meat. In it went, up high into the juicy territory of her insides. "Ahhiee" she uttered. "I love it!"
"Not bad," grunted Drake. He wiggled his hips from side to side. Shoving upwards, he gave her the rest of his hefty cock meat. "Now you got something to grind on, honey, eh?"
She waved her body from left to right, like a mermaid swimming in place on her throne. "Yes, indeed, baby doll. This is a lot more like it!" She rested her hands on her chest and in as graceful a manner as possible reached one hand back between their two sets of genitalia and began playing with his traveling boner and jangling balls. "Mmmmm," she hummed, tickling him a bit, "I do like the feel of that flesh stick of yours when you get up inside there really good."
With that he cocked his hips and gave her a good shove with his cock. The head of his meat went all the way to the back of her cave where it pressed heartily up against the back wall of flesh there. "I like it too," he told her. "Let's have a squeeze."
She bore down hard. Undulating muscles took on their natural primitive rhythm. Her hips bounced and danced in front of him. She leaned down close and her long titties rubbed at his hairless body. Her big creamy mammaries were a bonus feel for his galvanized body. "I love to give a good fuck," muttered Sharon before she leaned all the way down and gave the man her tongue in a long luscious French kiss. "I really do love to fuck," she repeated when she pulled away from his face and continued swinging her hips round and round on that boner of meat. "I can't get over how nice and thick it feels in there. You must have fucked a few women before me, eh?"
"A few," he said, "but now's not the time to talk about that!" He shot upwards and released his second wad of hot baby-juice. Up into her cave went the squirting sticky stuff. He splattered all over the back of her vagina. Simultaneously, he planted a finger in her bunghole. He pushed upwards and enjoyed the feel of her interior muscles contracting around his digit and flesh prong at the same time. "Mmmm, baby dolly, you know your stuff. You really do know your stuff."
Sharon felt the chills streaking upwards on the skin of her back. They started on her hips and in the small of her back. They climbed and cropped up further along, between her shoulder blades, over the top of her shoulders, around and up her neck. When the chill reached her brain, she became orgasmic. Long flowing muscles on the inside of her twat juiced profusely. Extraordinary contractions began from the back of her cunt and moved forward, griping and milking the thick electric prong of plastic crammed into her twat hole.
Her thighs shivered and opened up so that her pussy was completely vulnerable. In it was the hot piece of egg-beater, the long thick artificial muscle. The back of her tube was as hot and lusty as the clitoris which was twitching. She didn't know which way to move, which way to turn. There was a puddle quickly forming under her ass cheeks. She knew she was hotter than ever, that she was in the middle of some sort of poly-orgasmic climax. But she couldn't figure out what was making it all possible. Her body was sweating in lusty masturbatory excess.
"Jesus fuck ... shit ..." she heard herself moaning. She didn't believe it was her female voice, her womanly passions that were taking her over. She looked down between her legs and saw the fist-her fist-which carted the mechanical penis in and out of her cunt. "Oh ... God ... fuck," she sighed.
Her breath was slowing. Her heart was still beating hard, but whatever it was that had taken over her body was slowing down now. It was coming to a standstill. It would leave her until the next time, she knew-until the next time she crammed that beautiful gyrating poker up inside her twat slit. "Christ," she murmured, "this thing is really something." She held it up in front of her face. It was dripping clit juice. She smiled and couldn't resist: she loved that machine and like the child who doesn't know the difference between the food it's fed and the hand that feeds it, she began licking the thing. She licked it until it was clean of all of her own vaginal juices.
THAT SEXY SUMMER
Naturally, the summer vacation brought more and more occasions for Sharon to be alone in the house with her fuck machine. It wasn't unusual, for example, for her parents to go away for the weekend, for her sister and brother to have dates. That would leave Sharon alone in the house with all the time in the world to make herself as happy as possible with the machine.
And the more she played with her joy stick, the more her clit developed. Even by mid-August there was a noticeable difference in the size and shape of her clit. Where before the little piece of glazed ruby flesh had a tendency to look short and stubby, now it was robust, thick and longer than before, fatter and more sensitive, too. All that Sharon had to do, for instance, to get her juices going, was to reach down between her legs-whether she wore panties or not-and touch herself in the right area. A wave of chills and a surge of juice started right up.
Sometimes at the dinner table she would find herself uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, or bored or left out. It didn't matter what, but to distract herself she merely had to reach between her luscious thighs and find out her willing clit. The tender little morsel came to her aid on many such occasions, popping right up out of its holster and giving Sharon something to do while the adults and her siblings spoke about what concerned them. While the family grew more and more heated about this or that political concept, or about a new piece of neighborhood gossip, Sharon was busily making her body hotter, feverish, in fact, and ready for the night's lusty masturbatory activity.
It wasn't long before she became an expert in stimulating herself in public. She could get herself started up without anyone having the least idea what she was doing. She could be sitting on the floor pretending to study her homework when in fact she had the heel of her foot bent upwards under her pubis in such a manner that it rubbed when she rocked back and forth on her clitoris. The meaty little thing would twitch at attention and the juices would begin to pour.
Of course, Sharon couldn't let herself go all the way-at least not in public. Once she'd made the mistake of letting herself get carried away while some other friends of hers were talking about some boy from school. The other girls were saying how they were looking forward to the beginning of the next school year because that would mean they could meet this new boy Gary. Sharon had seen Gary, and now, as the other girls spoke about what a handsome lad he was, she began to let the heel of her foot go to work on her cunt-pecker. Since they were at the beach, it was only natural that she was sitting on her leg that way, but what wasn't natural was the little moan she made as she became so feverish with her masturbating that she fell backwards and lost her balance. The other girls came over to her. They thought she'd passed out or something, but apparently someone had smelled, despite the salty ocean breeze, the tell-tale musky scent of Sharon's hot sex juice. They snickered, made fun of her, carried on like a gaggle of geese, but none of them admitted that they, too, wished they could get so hot so fast!
By the end of August, Sharon had tried out any one of a number of things inside her fleshy little hole. One afternoon she used the handle of a soup spoon to get herself started, and then she finished off with just her fingers. Another time she applied a bourbon bottle to the clitoral position in her twat. Alternating between drinks and strokes, she got too drunk to end in masturbatory bliss. Rather, she finished up hung over and was found, just in time, by her sister who carted her off to bed and cleaned up the mess of bourbon and ooze, a considerable puddle of each having been left behind by Sharon.
* * *
One summer afternoon, thinking that she was alone for not only the afternoon but for the evening as well, Sharon pulled out all of her old magazines. She thumbed through the color folios in search of a particular picture. She wasn't concerned with the contents of the pictures, just the affects. She wanted one which would make her quite sexually high. She wanted to be stimulated sexually.
At first she thought that the photo of a couple embraced in sixty-nine would get her going. She undressed with the picture open on her bed. But by the time she got everything but her panties off, her ardor had cooled and the photo had lost its affect. She sat down on the edge of the bed and turned the page. The next picture, of a man with a big boner and a woman with her legs spread on a bed-she being prepared to accommodate the man's needs held no special appeal for the teenage masturbator. Although she liked the looks of that big boner on the man, and despite the fact that she thought it might be fun to have a dark-haired twat like the woman in the picture, she wasn't especially turned on.
But when she turned to the next picture, and discovered a glossy color rendition of a woman with large hanging mammaries and big red titty tips, and behind her, his pecker resting on her shoulder, a very muscular blonde man-Sharon had to stop and consider the possibility of jacking her clit up. "Wow," she moaned. "He's got his cock on her neck and her shoulder there. And you can even see his balls. I got to get started."
She whipped off her panties. The inside of her slit was already oily and well-lubricated with natural juices which had begun to pour. The clit on the teenage masturbator was upright and highly flickable. Only one more thing was needed: her battery operated speed stick. She fetched it out from under her mattress and frantically arranged the things on her bed so that she could lay down and enjoy herself.
But once she actually was in bed with her legs spread and her hand holding he machine ready, she couldn't seem to get up the courage to stick the device inside her cunt. She didn't know why, but once again she'd lost the inclination. "Fuck," she murmured, "what the hell has happened to me? Why can't I stick myself with this thing? I've done it so many times before, I've always enjoyed it-or at least I go into one of my sex comas and come out feeling better-why can't I enjoy myself now?"
She couldn't figure out what was the matter. She picked up her tool and the magazine and a tube of lubricant which was handy and went out into the hall. There she rearranged everything on the hardwood floor. She thought that maybe some new environment would make it more possible to get off. She spread herself out and opened her thighs. The inside of her hole was leaking a terrific amount of ooze, and her clit was upright and ready.
Sharon decided to finger herself a little first. That way she would know for sure if she was ready. With the magazine folded open at her right, she placed a digit on top of her clit. She stared at the picture of the man with his cock on the woman's shoulder and started flicking her little clit button up and down. She massaged the tender little knob and this time the sexy thoughts started coming. She knew she'd found the right place to enjoy herself: right on the hallway floor.
When she was beginning to get off on her finger, the ringing of the telephone interrupted. At first, Sharon ignored the persistent jangle. Had she been already in her sex coma she'd have never been the least bothered by the telephone. But since she was a few strokes just before passing out, she not only heard the phone but was angered by it. "Fuck me," she moaned, giving in to the distraction. She reached up to the table on which the phone rested and answered it.
"Hello," she said in a disgruntled voice. She kept her other hand down between her legs, her finger still flicking her clit. There was heavy breathing on the other end. She wondered who it could be. "Hello," she repeated herself.
There was no answer.
"Hello?"
When again there was no answer, she looked strangely at the phone and reached up to the table with it. She replaced it in the cradle. "Fucking mysteries," she groaned. "I hate them."
She went back to working out on her clit. She had lost her place for a moment, but now she was back on track. She had her finger sliding to and fro across the slippery tip of her clit-nub, and her eyes caressed the page showing the nude couple, the man with his cock on the lady's shoulder. The phone rang again.
This time Sharon picked up the phone and said sweetly: "Hello? Well, listen Mr. Nobody, I want nothing to do with your mysterious lack of identity." She clicked off the button with one hand and when she came up with a dial tone she started using the phone to rub her cunt. That way the phone couldn't ring again, for one thing, and for another Sharon was able to use the mouthpiece for a nice little rubbing on her twat. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "just right." She stroked up and down across her hole lips. It didn't take but two or three pulls for her cunt to boil. She was ready for the dildo.
Only half-conscious of what she was doing, Sharon slid the phone away and replaced it with the big black electric stick. That thing was thick, the diameter of a jumbo flashlight size battery, and it was long, about as long as a man's big shoe. She forced the mobile head and rubber prong into position. It didn't take much-more like cutting butter with a hot knife-to get the head in place at the back of her channel. "Get ready oblivion," she shouted, "here comes another customer!"
And with that she rolled her eyes, rested her head against the wall behind her back, and slouched down low with her legs slung wide open and her knees raised. She reached under her right leg with her right hand and took hold of the machine. Then she took her left hand and lifted her fanny and sat down in her left palm. Now she held the dildo in her right hand from underneath and her anus in her left, also from underneath. She had herself, as they say, coming and going. "Oh, boy ... oh, boy ... oh, boy," she muttered. "This is going to be just a little better than fucking righteous!" She clicked the machine on and slid a finger into her asshole. Her eyes shut automatically and her brain drifted off to the land of sexual Oz. She climbed the bliss ladder.
She could feel her hands getting lighter, her body ascending toward heaven. She was moving toward the Second Cuming. It wasn't far off, she knew, and it was never what she thought it would be. It was like nothing and everything all at once, combined and stirred into a juice stew. Her twat lips swelled with hot fresh blood as the gyrating machine worked out of her clit, on the inner walls, at the back of her cave. Everywhere her body filled with desire. Her titty tips popped up and outwards. Her cherry nubs were bright red, vermilion. Her chest heaved with a hunger for fresh breath. She sweated up and down her luscious skin. Every part of her body was wet and stimulated. And the machine kept twirling, twisting inside her cave, deeper and deeper... and her finger was buried in her asshole flesh, in her long anus.. . when her mind gave way to the sexual thoughts which could make her even hotter, hornier, sexier:
"Shit me around, girl," moaned a young man in a slick blue Cadillac. He leaned from the car and yanked on Sharon's arm. "You act like a slut, honey, and you'll get treated like a whore. You understand me?"
She hadn't meant to hold out on him. It had just happened that way. "I'm sorry, Chuck," she said. "I didn't mean it. Really, I didn't."
He smiled. Big white teeth, one of which was filled with a star-shaped gold filling in the front, shined at her. "It's o.k., darling. You just keep walking and I'll see if we can't make amends." He let her loose and the Caddie sped away. She was alone on the black night streets. She started walking.
Against the brick buildings behind her, in various states of abandon, were women in red skirts and heels. They had on different kinds of blouses, heels and stockings, and they had different colored hair, but they all wore the same colored red skirt. Only Sharon wore black. And hers wasn't a skirt-it was a black evening dress. Her heels were spiked, four inches worth. Her dress was cut deep in the front and her huge pendular titties could be seen swaying underneath. The nipples were so excited that they pushed at the gauze of the material. She swung her hips and kept walking. When she turned the corner she saw two men. One was lighting a cigarette. She could see their faces. They were wearing hats. One had a mustache, the other was clean shaven with rugged features. They both had on suits, brown suits with broad lapels and they both wore fly-away collared shirts and fat ties. Their coats were buttoned but she could tell by the knots that the ties were fat. The clean-shaven one blew out the match and she could no longer see their faces. She kept walking toward them.
Just as Sharon was about to pass one of the men said something. "Say, honey," she heard, "maybe you and I could work something out." She felt a hand slide over her bottom. "Charley, cool it," said the same voice. "You got to pay first." She kept walking. Behind her now was the click of the men's shoes on the wet night pavement. She kept moving. It was a sure sale, but she wanted to make it count. It had to be a big sale, plenty of money in order to keep Chuck happy. The man in the Cadillac was not happy and Sharon knew that it was her fault. She wanted to get more money together, make it big so that she could get Chuck to dig her again.
"Hey baby," said the clean-shaven man from behind, "I think I can help you, if it's help you're looking for."
"I thought maybe," said Sharon though she kept walking, "that it was you needed help."
"Ha," he laughed, "that's true." She heard him whisper: "Charley, take a walk. I want to do this myself."
"But-hey-I thought-"
"Charley,'' said the clean-shaven one, "I said take a walk. Now beat it. Here. Here's ten bucks. Get happy. Leave me alone and get happy."
A pair of footsteps angled off behind her, and then Sharon knew that there was only one man behind her, only one set of footsteps in the dark, and they belonged to the clean-shaven one. "Hey, baby," he called after her, "wait up. Gimmee a minute. I want to talk to you."
How many times, she wondered, had she heard those words? Hey baby, gimme a minute, I want to talk to you, I think we could make beautiful music, you and me, you know what I mean, just you and me and a bottle of wine and back at my apartment and maybe tomorrow at the beach or anywhere you like jus t so long as your know what I'm talking about. .. you do know, don't you baby ... what I'm talking about? She just kept walking. "Hustle up if you want something from me, Mister I got very little time for talk."
He came running up behind her. "Yeah, I understand," he said, pulling up alongside in the dark. "But we don't want to waste all our energy rushing down the street now, do we? Come on, let's head back that way. I know a place-"
"Let's settle up, first," she said. "Business is business." She looked at his eyes for the first time. They were clear. She could see, even in the dimly lit street light, that his eyes were cool and clear. "I don't want to sound too cold about it, but I got a man who keeps me hopping."
"I understand," he said, and she watched him reach for his inside pocket, for his wallet. He handed her a large bill. "Will that do?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "That'll help a lot."
T need a lot of help," said the clean-shaven man. His eyes roved down from her face and across her chest. "I think you can give it to me, too."
"I'll try," she said. "I can only try."
Upstairs in the hotel room it wasn't that much brighter, except for every now and then when a red and blue neon light flashed on. In that kind of on-again, off-again light they undressed. There wasn't anything personal about it. Sharon got her dress unzipped and the whole outfit fell into a pile around her feet. She stepped out of her heels and she was ready. As for the clean-shaven man, he was just a little slower. He draped his clothes over an old wooden chair.
She came over to him. Her hand went across his leg. Her wrist brushed against his thigh as she took hold of his penis. It was still accordioned up with itself. "Go slow," said the man.
"What's your name?" she asked. "For a hundred bucks I call a man by his name."
"Rex."
"Rex," she repeated. "That's funny. My father's name is Rex. Isn't that funny?"
"Sure," he said. "Sure."
She fell down on her knees between his legs. She took his cock in her hands. The head brushed up against her lips. They were moist. She lifted the growing member upwards, stuck out her tongue and licked the underside. Then she held it sideways and nibbled on the side of the shaft as if it was a corncob. But she did more licking than nibbling. She held it the other way, too, so she could roll her lips from the base to the tip. She sucked up the head and went to work making that big member longer and thicker than it already was. Pretty soon Rex had a big erection, bigger than Sharon could fit into her mouth. 'There," she said, "how's that, Rex?"
"That's good for a beginning," he told her. "How's your insides?"
"You tell me," she said. The neon light flashed on and her face looked blue and clown red. Her eyes were large and the pupils were wide open. Her whites were clear. She was on her knees with his meat in her hands. She started up. The light flashed off, and the room flickered back into darkness. She felt her way up his body. She crawled her long young fingers along his pelvis and sideways to his hips. She held on tight and used him for support. She lifted herself up next to him. Then she wrapped her legs around his thigh. "I just want to get a feel of this muscle of yours," she said.
"Good," he said. "You go ahead an' help yourself."
She stopped for a second, hesitated, and then pulled away. "Shit, you got a lot of nerve: 'help yourself. Jesus, fuck ..." She shook her head and paced the room. Then she sat down on the side of the bed. The neon flickered again, and this time only blue caught her body on the side. She was a blue silhouette, luminescent flesh hanging soft and cool, as though some lake had taken shape in the form of her body. The light flicked off again. She turned and looked at him. "I'm tired of being used. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. It's not your fault at all." She looked down between her legs. There was a humming and the neon flashed. She was basked in the light from it. She shielded her eyes and looked at him: "Figures that I'd blow my lid with one of the nice ones, eh? Doesn't it figure that the best trick of the night would get the blame for all the other shit ... I'm sorry ..." The humming stopped and the light went out and she lowered her hand from above her eyes. "Like I said, it's not your fault at all."
He came over and sat next to her. "Good," he said. Tm glad. It doesn't matter really about who's fault it is, but Tm glad it's not mine."
She put her hand on his thigh. "You a football player or something?"
"Me? Oh hell no!" he laughed. "Not in a million years!"
"You got legs like one. I screwed a quarterback once, and his legs weren't half as nice as this." Her hand wandered up between his thighs, to his balls and his cock. "Our little talk didn't help much, eh?"
"Serious things don't help me, I guess," he said.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips up against his. She gave him her tongue, searched around his mouth and found the right place for it. She kissed him long and hard and pressed her two big titties against his manly body. When she left his mouth it was to get up to his ear. She gave him her wet tongue and hot breath. A tingle crept up behind him, along his spine and into his neck. He embraced her and took her down flat on the bed. Her titties rubbed up and down against his chest. Most of his lower body weight was between her thighs. He pressed into her groin and rubbed t her mound. The pelt was wet with juice, and a silky ooze coated the lips. He was looking down between their bodies when the neon flashed. Her lips were glazed with a silvery sheen that shown red and blue in the flickering light. When the light went out the lips were only silvery.
"I can feel your boner down there," she said. She reached for it, grabbed at the head and directed the mushroom tip toward the inside of her pussy. Td like to have some of that nice cock muscle inside me, Rex."
"Sure you would, baby. Sure you would." He raised his hips. That gave her the right angle. Sharon pulled the meat arrow into her twat. Rex lowered his body into place. It was comfortable for both of them. His joint filled her tight channel. She rolled her hips left and right. The pussy flesh of the inside of her cunt went rubbing and sliding back and forth on his pecker. "That's good, kid," he told her. "That's really fucking damn good. I like that."
"Yeah," she said, "and me, too!" She reached around his buttocks and patted them with her two hands. She worked her palms in gentle circles on his hairy ass cheeks. "I like this, too," she said. "It's fun to get a little squeeze from a man's ass, you know that? Just a little piece!" She tugged on his buns with her two hands, with her kneading fingers.
"Wow," he said. "I like the way you play, sweetheart. You keep me going strong."
"It's fun," she said, rolling her hips up into his pelvis. "You like the insides?" She squeezed, milked and tugged his thick mushroom headed prong.
"Yeah, the insides," he told her, "are the best of all."
Her sweet interior muscles squeezed around his rod. Milking him like that, she was able to start up the pre-orgasmic throbs which would eventually pump out his cum. She pulled her pelvic bone down across the top of his meat and flipped her clitoris with crown-rim of his mushroom head. "Ahhh, soft," she said. "Soft and sweet" He pumped his joint deeper in her body and waited for her to respond.
She wrapped her hands around his face and kissed him in the mouth. She pressed her titties up into his torso. Her spread thighs heated to a feverish pitch. Her body craved even more of his joint than he had given her. "Come on," she said, "down deep. All the way in. Come on. Fuck me." He gave her more of his joint all the way in, just as she wanted it.
Sharon began to squeal. A steady scream, interrupted only by her own huffing and puffing, echoed in the room. "Jesus fuck," grunted Rex. "You're pretty damn fucking hot eh."
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Pretty damn."-He rolled his hips and started squirting cum.
"I car. fee! it," she whispered. T can feel it squirting inside me." His joint spouted semen into her juicy canal. Pretty soon she was flooded out. Her long muscles kept pulling, stroking and sliding on his thick cock shaft. It wasn't long before she had had her full. A moment later he extracted his rod from her vagina. It was dripping wet, and her pussy was drooling out cum. "Jesus F. Christ," he said. "You're damn good, baby. Damn fucking good."
"Thanks," she said. "I wish I had had an orgasm."
"You're also a bit of a bitch," he told her. "I didn't need to hear that."
"I'm sorry," she said. "Let me lick you clean." She was down on his hog before he could say no. She licked at the shaft, balls and tip. She cleaned him. "I'm sorry," she said again when she came up alongside him. "I didn't mean anything."
"Sure you did," he said, "but I'm a customer and I don't like pressure, you know." He smiled and pushed her down on her back. He fucked her again and this time she came. She juiced all over his rod.
When it was all over he told her that there was one more thing he wanted. "What's that?" she asked. "You want a little ream out or what?"
"Not quite," he said. "Why don't you go over on your belly."
"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want that. I just don't-"
"Over," he said, and with brute strength he flipped her over on her belly. He gave her a good punch in the buns, with his fist: "I can be just as mean and cruel as any of your customers, you know?" He pulled her cheeks open. "Hold yourself like that."
She reached back and held her two ass cheeks apart. He looked at the v-shaped crack. He leaned down and inspected her sphincter. "Nice and tight," he said, hooking a finger into the circle of muscle there. "I like that." He stroked out and then back in, this time into the cunt orifice. He came back with a finger coated with sweet ooze. He applied that to the rear crotch. "Just to make you a little wet and easy, eh?"
She shook her head. "Anyway you want it," she said. "You're the customer." She thought about how wrong she'd been about the clean-shaven man. She thought maybe he'd have treated her right, that maybe he'd have been her Prince Charming. But it was obvious that he wasn't, that he was nice but that he wanted his sex, too. Actually, she couldn't blame him for that. Why not give it to him, she considered. Maybe he would be nice to her afterwards. "If you want more ooze," she said, "let me have your hand." She reached back and took his finger between her thighs and pressed the digit up into her hole. She took that finger and greased it up righteously so that he could coat her anus with it. He did that and said that he appreciated the help. She held her buttocks open so that he could put his meat into her ass hole.
"Ugh," she grunted as the hefty spear shot forward and cracked her bunghole about as wide as she could ever remember having it. "That's amazing-I thought-oooh, God, ffuuuuccck, nnnooooo!" But it was much too late for that kind of protest.
Rex had her around the waist. One hand fondled at her clitoris, the other worked on her titties. He didn't miss a trick. He worked out on her pussy and he was careful to make sure her titties were heated. He used his cock shoved up her anus to get her painfully high. A moment later and he was blasting her insides with hot cum. He gave her both barrels and then some. When it was over he yanked out of her butt and fell into a slump of spent heated flesh alongside her body. "That was nice," he said. "Really fucking nice."
She fell over on her side and looked out into the darkness of the hotel room. The neon light fluttered and then went out altogether. When it should have come back on it didn't. Even the hotel was closed for the night.
* * *
When Sharon came to her senses, she was seated-and spread-on the hardwood floor of the hallway. Her black battery-operated plastic dildo was laying on the floor twirling. It sounded like the thing was grinding to a stop. The batteries were going dead. The inside of her luscious unfucked virgin hole was about as wet with sloppy clit ooze as possible. She'd cum, but she couldn't remember how. She didn't remember the fantasy about having been a whore, nor did she remember having had a man named Rex, named just like her father. She was in a slight daze, nearly a stupor. She reached out and flicked off the machine. "Jesus," she moaned, "what's that buzzing?" She was flat on the floor when she rolled over. In front of her was the earpiece from the telephone. It took her a minute to focus on the thing. She kept staring at it. "What's that noise?" she asked herself. "Why doesn't it stop?" She reached out and drew one finger across the mouthpiece portion of the plastic hook. "It's the telephone," she murmured to herself. "It's the telephone." It was still humming. She stared awkwardly at it, her arm stretched out and her face looking along the length of it. At the end of her arm was her finger and the finger pointed to the source of the noise, the ear-piece: "What the hell," she demanded to know, "goes on here?" She suddenly recognized the sound. It was the dial tone. Fully aware of where she was, at last, Sharon climbed to her feet, bringing with her the telephone. "Jesus, fuck," she grunted, looking around at her feet. There was a puddle of juice. She hung up the telephone and set about the task of cleaning up the mess made from masturbating on the hallway floor.
THE BOY NEXT DOOR?
In early September, Sharon saw a young man who's looks she very much liked. He was broad-shouldered, short-necked, curly-haired, and young. He lived two doors down from her house with his parents, and he was easily the prettiest boy she'd ever laid eyes on. Of course, her evaluation of the boy as being handsome, strong, intelligent-in brief, her dream come true-had a great deal to do with the fact that she'd spent a week at camp without her speedy little masturbation rod: she was horny as a cat in heat.
But that didn't stop her from fantasizing about the young man. She pictured herself alone with him on the beach, his big muscle basking in her hot cunt flesh. She saw herself sitting on his face in the privacy of her bedroom. Often, she pretended to be sucking him off, giving him some of the nicest head he could ever get. She loved the idea of licking a rod she'd never seen before. She could make it up as she went along. She could see the balls, then the thick base, and then the big spongy tip. And naturally, the joint was always stiff and ready to perform inside her body holes-in any one of her body holes!
It was only natural that Sharon assumed, the next time she masturbated, that the source of her pleasure would be this young man, the new neighbor. Of course, she would have no way of telling for sure since she still went into a coma just before cuming, but it didn't bother her that she couldn't positively identify the source of her satisfaction-just so long as she knew for sure who got her started.
So it was, then, that on the first day back from camp, at home alone and awaiting her parents' arrival, she pulled out her magic black pecker device and arranged herself nude on her bed, there to begin thinking about her new neighbor who'd she'd seen for a total of fifteen seconds all together. Even though she'd only had a glimpse of him, though, she was able to conjure up a perfect recollection of his features, his dark ruddy face, his tightly curled black hair, his strange, foreboding eyes. She saw him coming toward-her with his sexual organ at full mast. "Come on," she moaned to herself as she slipped the machine into place between her twat lips, "come to me and fuck."
In order to get the stiff electric stick all the way into her channel, she rolled her hips left and right, spread her legs open wide, and even reached down below with one finger and opened her pussy lips. She applied a digit to her clit while the stroking black rod went down deep inside her hole. "I love you, neighbor boy," she moaned. "I really do love you."
This was, of course, all fantasy. The young woman really didn't even know the neighbor. She just knew that she wanted to be in love, and that boy's body would suffice for a place to storehouse her affections. With that kind of thinking, she went vigorously to work on her cunt hole.
But when she began to drift, it wasn't with the neighbor's body in mind that Sharon achieved her sexual satisfaction. Rather it was with a completely different fantasy, one which, as she climaxed, she forgot entirely:
"Oh, God, I love to be tied down," she gasped. "Make the bonds tighter. Make my ankles spread apart wide. I need to feel like I can't get away at all. Really tie me up good." She moaned at her captor, her brother. "Do it so that I can't possibly get away."
"Shit," he moaned, "I don't want to hurt you, Sharon."
"Hurt me. Please. Hurt me. Make it count. Make it for real!"
He climbed onto her body. Like her, he was completely naked. His big stiff member, which she hadn't seen since childhood, was now fully mature and ready for fucking. "Stick it in me," she said when she felt it climbing her loin. "I want it inside me. Hot and inside!"
"Hang on," he said. "Hold your horses, sis."
He rubbed his member up against her silky pelt. He wanted to take his time. The fuck would be that much better. He stroked in and around the pussy, but never did he go all the way. He wanted it to last. He wanted to have a first rate orgasm. She knew he didn't give a damn about her, and that made the fucking with her brother that much more exciting.
"Come on," moaned Sharon, "give it to me!"
He gave the head of his meat. "Can you feel that?"
"Oh, God, yes," she sighed. "You think I'm senseless? I can feel that alright. It's delicious. It's the best feel I've had in years. Rub hard."
He stroked her clit with the head of his meat. Almost involuntarily, overcome by the passion of her juices and her sweet flesh and of his own horniness, he slowly descended further into his sister's hot hole. If she hadn't been tied, she'd have pulled him down faster, made him come into her at full force from the beginning. But it was better this way, better to make it last longer. His joint rubbed slowly down further into Sharon's hungry wet orifice.
"When you're done," she told him, "I'm going to lick you clean. I'm going to eat your asshole and lick your toes. I'm going to kiss your armpits and make you the hottest man in the world. I'm going to get another fuck from you, bro, and it's going to be up my anus. You hear me? You'll never be able to resist me. You hear? I'm going to make your cock as hard as steel, as hot as coal, as stiff as a rock is hard. It's going to be beautiful. You're going to love it."
"Promises," he said. "I get promises every day. Right now I got your twat and it makes me feel good." He pushed his hips down into hers. He gave her all of his meat in one long stroke. He felt her interior muscles go to work on his rod. "We should have been doing this a long time ago," he whispered in her ear. He mouthed one of her breasts and sucked up the little nipple until it was big as a boulder marble. "Mmmmm," she hummed. "I like that."
He hitched his hips and shot forward, the way a bow is strung and fired off. He let his joint go flying. He hit the mark, too, right on target The back of her cunt inflamed, fired up with his spurting juices. He dumped his wad and pulled out.
"Oh, God," she grunted, "why did you stop?"
"I'm done, that's why. What do you think? I came for a swim?"
"Please," she said. You have to untie me and let me get off. I need to get off."
"In a minute," said her brother. "Right now I got to rest up a little and enjoy myself some more." He stroked his sister's long ample thigh. The flesh was browned from the long summer, and the insides were supple and soft. "I like your leg," he told her.
"I like hearing that," she said back, "but I like it better when you fuck me with your cock." He reached over and started flicking her clitoris. He pulled the little piece of red meat back and forth like a light switch. "That's good," she said. "That'll get me going again. That's good. Keep doing it." Her head was tied down but she could look between her tits and down at his hand where he was rubbing at her clitoris. "Mmmm," she said, "why don't you let me up out of these straps and I'll lick you at the same time?"
"Alright," he said. "Since you're such a fucking nag about it. Why not?" He undid the straps and just as she said she would she jumped for his cock. She attached her mouth to the mushroom head and squeezed at the base of the joint. She worked her fingers around the balls and licked up and down the stick. "Other side," she said. He rolled over and she licked him there.
"Now," she said, "it's time for my anal fuck. I want it up the asshole. Can you do it, brother Drake?"
"Smile," he said, "and I'll show you what I can do."
She winked at him and turned around on the bed. "Now," she said, "I'll just reach back there and hold things wide open for you. That way you can get that muscle of yours buried knee-deep in ass flesh and I can get off, eh?" She laughed at him, and then she told him to really jam it in there. He did that and she went wailing forwards to grab the head of the bed. "I didn't know," she told him, "you could do it so hard!"
His meat was stuck like a dart in her ass flesh. It was half-way in. "You ain't had nothing," he said. "Get ready." He reached down and held her cheeks even wider open. He shoved forward and his dynamite-powerful hips thrust his flesh rocket forward like an ICBM. He crammed his sister's anus full of hot cock muscle. "Ooooh, shit, fuck," she wailed. "I didn't know you could go in that far! Fuck, shit, piss! STOP! NO MORE!"
"Stop? No more?" He shook his head. "What? Are you kidding? I get half-way into my sister's asshole and you think I'm going to stop? Forget it, babe. You're getting the whole fucking meat, jism juice and all. (Look at it from the positive side: you can't get pregnant this way ...)." He smiled and throbbed off, squirted out his cum juice, up high, way into her bowels. She didn't know what hit her, and when she did realize, it was too late: he was pulling his joint out of her asshole.
"Ugh," she grunted, "that's too fucking much, Rex."
"Yes, he said, "but I haven't even begun."
She looked up. She realized that she had called the first man, her fantasy fucker, Drake, and that this one she was calling Rex. She looked more closely. It was her father. "Oh, God, no," she said. "What would Mommy say?"
Another voice in her head assured her: "It's only a fantasy, darling. We can do whatever we want in our brains. It's of no consequence to anybody. You can fuck Daddy, and Brother, and even your Sister if you want to. Don't worry about a thing . .." The voice faded and Rex appeared-Rex, her Father.
"Oh, shit, no," she moaned. "No, Daddy, no." She was running from him, running down a stretch of beach and looking every now and then over her shoulder. But no matter how fast she ran he was gaining on her. He had a big long metal sword in his hand and he was getting closer and closer to her. Finally, he caught up. But the minute the sword touched her body, the scene, the fantasy, changed.
"Fuck," she grunted, no more aware of herself than Alice falling down the Rabbit Hole, "where am I? Where am I? Where am..." Her voice echoed as her nude body twisted in black space. "Where ... am ... I?" The plastic dildo, loaded with fresh batteries, the rubber prong twisting and twirling, came spinning at her like a massive bullet shot from a bazooka, a torpedo threatening her life. "Oh, please, help," she grunted, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." She landed on her back looking up at a clear blue sky.
There was a conversation to her left She looked down her chest and discovered that she was still nude and to her surprise, .that she was still alive, that the fall had not killed her. She was not tied up as she had been with her brother. She heard the voices going on along side her. One belonged to her Father.
"Yes, darling," said a masculine voice. A face appeared. He kissed her on the lips. It was her Father's face. Again she began to spin through blackness. Her voice echoed, "No, no, no, you can't, you mustn't, you shouldn't do that to me, no..." But it was too late. She came to a standstill in bed. Her Father's massive penis rubbed in and out of her pussy. He penetrated to the back of her cave and that thick mushroom head of his filled her entirely up. "Oh, God," she grunted, "please, not this way. No."
She rolled her hips, tried to escape the pounding force of his huge muscle. But every time she moved, his hands grabbed her tighter, twisted her titties or pulled on her nipples. She wanted to get away, but she couldn't. Finally, she lifted her legs and pushed with her knees, but it was too late. The jism was splattering inside her body and her Father was nodding, "yes, my child. Yes. Yes, this is the way you like it. I know. It's alright. O.k., it's alright."
"It's not o.k.," she wailed back at him. "It's not, it's not." She was orgasmic.
When she came around, it was as usual. She remembered thinking about the neighbor boy, about what it would be like to fuck such a nice young man, but she couldn't recall any of her fantasies. None of the images which had helped her into orgasm would come to her conscious mind. She figured that it didn't matter so much and wondered when and if she might really meet the boy next door.
SCHOOL DAYS
She was on her way home from the first day of the new school year. She was wearing a short little dress, one which her Mother made special for the occasion. It was yellow and white with frills, and even though she was now nearly fifteen and one-half, it showed off most of her lovely thighs and smooth-skinned legs. As for the top of this cottony frock, it cut low and revealed, if she cared to let it, her fully developed chest. Her bleached blonde hair was flowing in what little gusts of wind caught at it. The sun sparkled in her eyes as she turned the corner off the main boulevard.
"Hello, Sharon," said the first young man. He hopped off the wall to her left as she passed by him.
"Hello, Daryl," she said. "How are you?"
"Not as nice as you," said the young man. She kept walking even though he let loose with a sharp, ear-piercing wolf-whistle. "If I was as nice as you, Sharon," he added, following her ass with his eyes and sticking close behind her, "I'd be home fucking right now. Home or at someone else's house."
"What makes you so sure I'm not on my way to do just that?" she quipped over her shoulder.
"We just took a wild guess," said a blonde haired boy who appeared in front of her, having jumped into the sidewalk from behind a tree at curbside.
"Well, Dick," she smiled at him as he walked backwards in front of her, "what brings you out today?"
"You do," said the blonde boy named Dick. "You do, little Sharon. Now that you're in high school, I thought you might like to get to know some of the high school boys, some of my friends. You know, just a little meeting." He was still walking briskly backwards in front of her, and Daryl, the other one was walking about five feet behind her, at the same pace. "Where's the third little rat that you two usually hang out with?"
"You rang?" said a voice.
Sharon stopped and looked straight up. Above her in the branches of an overhanging tree hung by his feet and one hand was Don, another boy from the high school. He let loose of the supporting branch and somersaulted to his feet alongside of Sharon. He looked up at the tree, down at his pants, brushed off his trousers and his hands, and then, ever so slowly, ran one finger down Sharon's upper arm and along her forearm. "Very nice, little lady. Very, very nice."
"Thank you, Don," she said curtly, "but I don't think you were invited to make an inspection." She started forward. Don moved quickly alongside her, Daryl kept his pace behind, and Dick, the blonde boy in front, started walking backwards-only he wasn't going quite as fast as Sharon, and when she caught up even with him she started to go around. On her left was brick wall, so she had to go right, between Don and Dick. "Ahem," said Don, "I think the little lady wants by, Dick."
"Does she? I don't think so," said Dick.
"Me either," said Daryl from behind. "I think she wants-" He leaned forward over her shoulder and whispered, but not so softly that all three of the others couldn't hear, the rest of his prediction: "-I think she wants hot cock meat in her nice little cunt hole."
"Ho, ho, ho," laughed Dick. "I bet she does!" He snickered at Sharon who was blushing crimson.
Don added: "Let's ask her before we go making assumptions like that Do you want hot cock meat in your pussy little girl?"
She started to raise her hand, as if to strike at Don. He grabbed her hand. "Be nice, or well give it to you right here." He was talking between his clenched teeth. "Just come along real nice and pretty and you'll have yourself all the nice little fucking in your pussy that you want." Before she could say yes, no, or maybe, he had her hand tight. He was considerably stronger than Sharon, as were each of the other Seniors. She couldn't fight all three of them, but had there been only one, she'd have made things difficult.
"Why me?" she asked, going along quietly for the time being.
"Why you what?" asked Daryl who pushed her forward when she slowed down every now and then.
"Don't you three know some other girls to torture?"
"This is going to be fun, not torture," said Dick.
"Turn here," said Don. "Down Canyon Road."
They all four turned left, off the street Sharon normally took to get home. Another hundred yards down the side street was country forest. Murders were known to take place there, only three or four hundred feet from the main boulevard, and yet, because of the density of the growth, the lack of light, the angle from the street, bodies-not to mention the criminals themselves-weren't found for months and years later. Sharon decided she'd better make a break for it.
But no sooner had she started to dash left, throwing her books aside, dropping her purse, when Don grabbed her by the wrist. She started to scream, but Daryl cupped his hand over her mouth from behind. They grabbed her-Dick scooped up the books and papers-the rest of the way down Canyon Road. They were worried about being seen only until they arrived at the woods. Sharon's muffled cries were not heard.
A moment later she'd been dragged into darkness in the tight forest and pushed down on her back on the pine needle carpet. One boy held her arms, the other her feet, and the third, Don, began to pace around above her. "Now," he said, "you caused us quite a bit of trouble, little one. I think you should pay for that. Do you think so Daryl? Dick?" The other two laughed and agreed vociferously. "Not so loud," said Don. "We have to remember that our little hostess likes peace and quiet" He smiled and started unstrapping his belt
Sharon couldn't believe her eyes. The boy had his meat out in a flash. It was large and stiffening. She struggled to get free and when one of the boys put his hand down on her mouth to gag her again, she bit it for blood. The salty taste let her know she'd hit home.
"The little bitch," grunted Daryl. He smacked her on the face. "You do that again, it's quits right now. You hear me? I don't need that shit"
Don leaned down, his joint still naked and ready. "You heard him, Sharon. He gets mean every now and then." He drew a finger up along her thigh. He'd started at her knee. He didn't stop until he was reaching into her panties. Daryl got tired of holding his hand on Sharon's face just then. He took his hand away and Sharon said to Don: "What's the matter? Afraid to use your pecker? Can't keep it up? I hear your a faggot, buddy?"
Don smiled. "Here you go, honey, all the fag juice you can possibly use in that big cunt hole of yours." He tore her silky panties off her hips. The rip startled Sharon. She knew now that they were quite seriously going to make an effort to rape her. She started kicking, surprising the boy at her feet and she freed one foot. Accidentally, luckily for her, she kicked Don in the balls. He grabbed his middle. She rolled sideways just as one of the other boys was about to pounce on her. She got to her feet and ran. One boy started after her and tripped. Don was still on the ground trying to keep from passing out with the pain in his nuts. Daryl didn't know what to do. A police car happened by and saw Sharon running. It was the one and only time that she was ever happy to see a pig. She accepted their help but because of political reasons refused to tell them who or what had made her run. They gave her a ride home.
As frightening as the attack on her person had been, it pointed up something to Sharon. She needed a man. If she had a lover, he would protect her from such stupid and ugly nonsense. He would keep track of her and in the event three boys ever tried something like that on her again, she could call on her lover to defend her. Also, it made her think that maybe it was obvious she was virgin and needed sex. Having a lover would take care of that problem too. And lastly, the unfortunate attack had reminded her that there were a great many ways to get turned on. For truth to tell, Sharon had to admit that the feel of Don's finger caressing her cunt had started the old familiar juices rolling out of her hole.
"Jesus," she moaned to herself that night in bed after the rest of the family had gone to sleep, "how the hell did they know about me like that?" She let her hands slide down between her thighs. She used two fingers to peel open the ruby lips. Then she pulled down her sheets.
Her sister slept soundly in the bed across the room. She called at her just in case: "Ellen, are you asleep? Are you asleep, Ellen?" The girl didn't stir.
Sharon went back to working on her steamy twat. She wondered what it would have been like for the three boys to have succeeded, for any one of them to have gotten their hot cocks up inside her pussy. She envisioned it as an experience she could do without. But she longed for the feel of a real prick grinding in her vagina. That, she knew, would make her happy.
She closed her eyes and started seriously flicking her clitoris. She spread her legs wide and angled them upwards. "Please," she said in her mind, "let me cum, let me juice all over ..." She worked her palms up and down on the soft tissue of her inner legs. She managed to get a finger deep inside her hole and then on the out-stroke pulled it up tight against her clitoris. The hot little meat-rock bounced and shivered, juiced and twitched. "Oh, shit," she sighed, "it's gonna be good."
She let her brain travel here and there, picking out various images that she felt sure would turn her on. "If only I could remember what they were afterwards ... if only I could ..." She drifted into the state of sexual coma which enabled her to gratify her terrific vaginal needs.
Like Sleeping Beauty, only a little more active, she let her fingers work on her hypnotized body. She pulled up and down on her clit and fingered her anus. At the same time pleasant pictures of men and women fucking and sucking and stroking one another came to mind. She saw her school chums all gathered around a pair of dogs fucking. It was the typical scene, only in this one, like the animals, the people, too, were engaged in coitus.
Then she picked out one of the men. He was a handsome fellow, a manly version of her next door neighbor. He was standing alone. She invited him to join her. "After all," she said, "I'm alone too."
"Let's see it, baby," he said.
"It?"
"The cunt, honey. I don't just fuck anyone, you know. Let's have a look and a sniff." She spread her legs and he leaned down between her thighs. "Nice," he said. "A good smell, too." He rubbed his nose into her hole, he filled the slit with tongue meat. He gave the clit an especially nice swabbing. "I don't mind telling you, honey, that this hole of yours is first rate. You know that? I like it!" He stroked the curly oily pelt, what protruded of clit and juicy vaginal lip, and then he jammed a finger down inside the tight flesh vessel itself.
"Oh, yeah," grunted Sharon, separating her legs even more. "I thought you were gonna be bad, but now I know: you're terrific!" She leaned down and tried to kiss him on the head.
"Don't get mushy," he said, batting her hands away from his head. "I got work to do here." He lapped up her twat and clit. He gave the interior of the hole a good tongue washing, and then he worked out on the very core of the thing. To do so he had to lift one of her legs up and over her shoulder. She balanced by holding his head in her hands. His mouth was lip-to-lip with her hole. Inside was his tongue, all the way inside, all the way to the back.
"Oh, Christ," she panted. "Please, go hard like that some more. Please."
He slipped a finger around back of her leg and came up the smooth thigh into her bun territory. He went further, into her anus. He separated fold of ass flesh from fold of ass flesh and felt up her sphincter. It was nothing to go the rest of the way into her bowels. His finger in her bunghole helped to spread her twat for his mouth on the other side. "Very nice," he spoke into her cunt. "Very, very nice." Her clit was against his upper, lip, and it was twitching with desire.
When he'd had his fill of eating young Sharon's perfect hot pie, he pulled his mouth out and away and wiped himself with his left hand, the one that had not gone near her anus. "Now," he said, "I think you could return the favor, eh?" She said: "Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes, let me at it" He spread out and she swooped down onto his groin. Her hands were like buzzard wings spread for the carnal gnaw about to occur. She wrapped those winged fingers around his penis and sucked up his cockhead into her beak. "Give it to me," she chirped. "Let me eat this morsel of flesh. I want it, carcass and all." She chomped down indelicately, forgetting everything that her mother had ever taught her about table manners. She chewed, gummed, and sucked the head of that meaty prong, and before long she had her man smiling and laughing with delight. "Good, baby," he was saying, "keep on slurping it up. You use that tongue to make me happy. That-a-way!"
Soon he'd had more than enough of her cock-sucking. He told her so. She felt badly, that she hadn't satisfied him with it. Tm sorry," she said. "I'll do anything you want. I thought for sure you were enjoying yourself."
"Hey, baby," he said. "I was enjoying myself. You're terrific. I just want to fuck you now. You mind? Won't that be nice for you, too?"
"Oh, yes, well, now I understand," she said. She spread her thighs and showed him the way in. "Let me help."
He climbed between her legs, crawled on hands and knees, and when she could reach it, Sharon took his penis in her right hand and drew him forward with his meat rubbing along her loin. The closer he came to her twat, the fatter grew his joint, the faster beat her heart. "Come on," she said. "Come closer."
"I'm trying, honey," he said, "to make it the most enjoyable for us both."
"Come on," she persisted to his annoyance.
"Alright, babe," he said. "You asked for it." He galloped the rest of the way, sliding his joint fully inside her twat, so much so that she went scratching at his shoulders, grabbing his buns, digging her nails into his ass flesh. She screeched in agony-ecstasy as his meat dug out the inside of her sweet wet cave. Her clit vibrated with the intensity of his stroking muscular meat head. "Oh, God, fuck," she cried out at him. Tuck, shit... piss... fuuuuucc-ckkk!" She rolled backwards, onto the base of her spine, and attempted to keep from going crazy with the terrific sensual pressure in her twat "Oh, God, yes," she moaned at him. "Yeeeeesssss!"
He reached under her butt and grabbed two handfuls of nice fresh globular butt meat. He squeezed. He kneaded. He knotted the stuff up and untied it with every stroke of his cock in her hole. He gave her the forceful direct fucking she'd been wanting, and then he jammed his jism juice into puddle on the floor of her channel. The spouting pecker caused her to cum, and her fantasies gave way to Sharon's reality: "Oh, God," she cried, "oh, shit, oh, fuck, no, please ..."
She rolled her head sideways and realized that she was sweating and that there was no man with her. She was alone, in bed, in her parents' house. She was nearly orgasmic, or had just been so, but she couldn't tell for sure. Nor could she remember what it was that had prompted her to get so sexually stimulated. She lay in bed flat on her back stroking her moist, thighs. She was happy that she hadn't caused anyone to wake up. Her sister was still sleeping soundly in the bed across the room. The next thing she knew it was morning and her Mother was shaking her awake. "Sharon. Sharon, darling. It's time to get up for school, darling." She rolled over and smiled happily at her lovely Mother. "Oh, yes, Mom. Yes, I'll be good. I'll be good. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good!"
"Sharon? Sharon? Are you o.k., darling?"
"I'll be good, Mother," said the teenage masturbator. "I promise."
Sharon's Mother backed up and out of the room. She had to tell Rex that their daughter was in yet another trance.
THE ASYLUM
Sharon's room at City Institution of Mental Health was grey, dimly lit and cheaply furnished, one bed, two sheets, two blankets-she only needed one-and a spotted pad made up the bulk of it. A dresser in the far corner, just left of the barred win-w, actually tilted right because it was so old. To en the drawers-something Sharon did just be-use it was something to do, not because she needed drawer space-required straightening the me. The floors, contrary to popular opinion, and alls were not rubber coated. They were dull, grey, ordinary. Only the lack of an exit-the door was double latched-and the absence of sharp objects, straps and belts indicated that Sharon was under care.
She'd gone voluntarily. After her evening of masturbation, she'd fallen asleep. But the next morning, when her Mother found her, Sharon was trance-like with the big plastic pecker stuffed between her pussy lips. It was still on. No one knew how long the gyrating prong had been spinning in Sharon's cunt, but the Doctor seemed to think that had it been on for long there would have been signs of irritation, and there were no such symptoms. Once the physician had pulled her out of the trance and inspected her vagina, then it was up to Sharon and the psychiatrist. They both agreed that perhaps a couple of days in an institutional environment might fare her well.
And so it was. Off she went, packing what few things she would need for the long weekend, to the mental asylum. Once there, she was shown to her room. Her bags were inspected-a rule of the place-to make sure that she carried no secret instruments or tools which might be used against herself or one of the other inmates. They discovered, of course, her black plastic speed stick slipped in with her pajamas and took that away. They left her with her other things, though, and it was through that bundle of clothing and odds and ends which Sharon searched three times when first arriving alone in her room, just to have something to do. Now she was alone, not terribly uncomfortable, a bit bored. She had two and one-half days to spend in that tiny room, and then, as planned, she would return home. Already she could hardly wait to get her hands on her dildo again.
But in the meantime, she decided, she would have to make do with her fingers. When nightfall at the asylum finally rolled around, Sharon spread her lovely legs-naked, of course-and speared herself with her long bony middle digit. Happily she discovered her hot clit up and at attention as usual. She gave the thing a first-rate twisting, the kind of rub-down that she knew would get her started. She wished deeply that the attendants hadn't taken away her black fuck rod with the mechanical point, but such was life. She had to get away with her fingers.
She did a good job of getting herself heated up. She pinched off her clitoris and got the thing tweaked into a regular steady twitch rhythm. A moment or two later she was juicing profusely, pouring out clit ooze, drooling from her twat. She made a point of keeping her wails stifled because she knew that the nurses would come running and not let her play with herself-not because it was nasty or naughty, but because her noises would be disturbing other inmates. So she kept her head turned sideways in what there was of a pillow and in this manner muffled all of her passionate moaning.
Of course, she couldn't possibly keep a lid on her brain which was making some fantastic mental voyages. She saw herself nude in the little room, trapped with a lunatic male. His big cock was permanently erect, and he chased her around the room. No matter how she called for the nurses to help her, no matter how many screams and moans and protests she put up, the hairy madman continued to chase her around the room.
"Gome on you ugly fucking ape," she drawled at him. "What's a matter? You can't get any virgin meat anywhere else?" She reached into her pie: "Look at that: see that? That's my hole. You think you're gonna get that big thing of yours in there? You're fucking crazy! I'd sooner suck your hangnails than let that dirty old rod get anywhere near my pussy. Keep away from me you ugly fucking heathen asshole piece of shit!" She screeched at him and then hollered at the door: "Help! Help! HELP! HE'S AFTER ME! HELP ME, YOU FUCKERS! HELP ME!"
But no one came. The hairy man, his teeth sparkling as he grinded them at her, came closer. He grabbed her and his touch was clammy. She leaned over, thinking to bite him, and he grabbed her by the nape of her perspiring neck. He pulled her backwards and shoved her down on the barren bed. "You think you're so cool," he told her. "You think you're so nice and that I don't have any right to your body. You should be so lucky to have me more than once." He wiped the drool from his mouth. "I'm as sane as you, you little tramp. You need a good fuck more than anyone in the whole joint. So on your knees. Start begging, bitch, and I'll give you what you need-not that you deserve it, not that I want to be the one, mind you, but because it's the only thing that will give us peace and quiet around here ..."
She saw herself submitting to the big man. He shoved her onto the floor and forced her to lick his cock. Once she got into it, she rather enjoyed the feel of his penis against her tongue. The flesh tasted and felt different than most other things she'd had in her mouth. She liked the feel of the spongy head and eventually, in this particular fantasy, she became very fond of the feel of the thick boner stalk in her fingers. She wrapped her two hands around the whole thing at one point and wiped her tongue up and down on the tip, swabbed it.
"Jesus," moaned the other inmate, the male, "I didn't kow how badly you wanted it I would have come around earlier." He pulled her up off her knees so that her big smooth titties went sliding on his legs. She ended up in his arms on the bed, her legs spread, his hefty phallus tunneling away between her thighs. "Ahh, yes," he murmured, "you do know how to swing your hips, don't you? Isn't that nice, eh?" He rolled his meaty dick into her body, deep and far into her cunt. Long wet luscious muscles squeezed all up and down his joint They tugged and rubbed and made his dick into a smooth pillar of hot flesh. "It's such a big ripe pole," moaned Sharon in his ear. "I love that feeling, the way it gets going up and down against my clit and all. It's really nice. I like that Yes. Mmmmmmm. Yummmy. Ahhhhhh, ooooh, gooood. Fuck!"
He rocked her hips from underneath, by the buns. He yanked his rod out of her tube and twisted her body upside down. Now he could get at her anus, and that's what he next wanted. "Oh, boy, little girl, you're going to have yourself some fun, now. You just hold onto your hat."
"You be nice," she said squirming to get up and free. "I don't need any big flesh prong up my ass like that! What do you think-Oh , God, NO!"
"Too late, honey bunch," he gasped. "... too ... fucking... LATE!" He rolled her hips in his hands. Her bare cheeks clapped around the pole he'd stuffed into her anus. Her sphincter contracted involuntarily, and before she could even scream he was scorching her bowels with the tip of his flesh weapon. "Oh, you mother fucker," she wailed. "You mother fucking asshole ... how could you?!!"
He continued ramming his big stiff cock muscle into her anus. She tried to get away, but it was a hopeless effort. He was far stronger, much more agile, and his passion gave him a greater interest in the status quo than Sharon's pain gave her motivation to escape. It was nothing for him to hammer her body flat and flood her insides with semen. It would have appeared, from the outside, that he did it effortlessly.
"Ah, fucking-a," she moaned when he'd finally yanked his penis from her bunghole, "I don't believe you did that to me ... I... oh ..."
"It was nice, eh?"
She scratched her butt. "I won't say that. It was different, but it was not nice. In fact, it was nasty. I didn't think they allowed people like you to run loose."
"I'm not running loose," he said. "I'm in your brain. And you're in the asylum. So how could I be running loose. It's you who's wild and mad, my dear Sharon. Not I. It's you. You, you, YOU!"
"Oh, fuck," she grunted as the sex-genie disappeared. "What the fuck is going on?" She rubbed her heated titties and looked down between her legs. There was a soft amber glow coming from her browned loins where the sexual fever grew hotter. "Jesus," she gasped, "I'm so horny ..." And yet another figment of her imagination appeared in an effort to satisfy one of her teenage nymphomania craves.
He stood taller than Sharon, by about three inches, and he boasted a powerful long cock. She looked at the thing and inspected it from base to tip. "It's large," she said, "but I don't think it'll do. Next!"
Immediately another image came to mind. This time a woman appeared. The woman wore a cock strapped around her waist. For all practical purposes, the flesh-colored plastic imitation phallus would function, Sharon knew, like a real one. It would last as long as necessary for it was cast in plaster as an erection. "Jesus," she moaned, "how can I possibly turn something like that down. And you do have lovely titties, if you don't mind my saying so." She stroked one of the woman's full ripe nipples. "Melon shaped, not like mine," added Sharon. "Maybe you'd like to try that thing out on my anus. Just one quickie to see if I like you or not, eh?"
"Your wish, Sharon, is my command," said the woman with the wrap-around cock on her waist. "Do you wish that I lubricate , Sharon?"
"For Christ's sake, yes!" hollered Sharon. "I am not a masochist!" She bent over and showed the woman her anus. "Get that oiled thing in there."
The "woman pressed the plaster dick into Sharon's buns. The head led the way. Sharon squealed quite loudly, and then she started to complain of a great deal of pain. The woman said at first that she would not remove the cock, that she couldn't, but then, seeing how much trouble she was causing her "master" she withdrew the plaster muscle. "To make up for all that agony you caused me," directed Sharon, "you must lick me. You may begin now." The willing woman did that, ate Sharon out, and even kissed the young girl's feet. But still Sharon's deep sexual craves remained unsatisfied.
She let go the image of a woman with a plaster cock and conjured up yet another imaginary creature. This was a young boy, a boy who looked like her brother. He had a huge penis and he couldn't have been more than twelve years old. Sharon spread herself out on her bed and told the boy to climb all over her, to kiss her titties, to eat out her hole, to fuck her everywhere and anywhere he desired.
The boy, Gary, began to do just that. He started out with a titillating rub to Sharon's nipples. First he used his fingers to pinch off the cherry orbs, then his palms to rub them, and finally his entire hand to knead them. He enjoyed the feel of her long creamy teats in his rubbing, squeezing fingers. "Onto my cunt, geek," she told him. "Down on the Queen's hole! You think I'm mad, eh? Eat my twat!" She reached down and spread her pussy lips. "See in there? Well, get closer! I want you to fill me with tongue meat."
Off he went, her command his desire. He reached into her hole with his wagging, flapping mouth muscle. He located his tongue up close to her clit and ate and gobbled at the flesh there. It wasn't long before he had a mouthful of sweetly scented clit juice and Sharon was pouring out the ooze. "You know," she gasped, trying to catch her labored breath, "I think that this time I'm actually getting pretty fucking hot. You know that? I really... am ... getting .. . hot..." She rolled her pelvis up and down and the boy's face went sliding between her thighs. She pulled on his ears and indicated that she wanted him inside her. He climbed upwards on her body and landed his pecker next to her cunt. She had her lips spread, her clit up and ready and the boy was sliding his joint into place when something stirred her from this sexual reverie.
She couldn't place the sound, the noise. "No," she hollered, "don't stop him now. Don't stop that cock muscle now. Keep rubbing! Keep going!" But it was no good. No matter how she tried to concentrate, the image of the boy, the mental picture of him sending his massive meat into her open, hot, willing pussy was dissolving. The less of the mental picture she saw, the less of the meat she experienced in her hole, the more her desire and crave grew impatient for satisfaction. "Oh, shit," she ended up muttering, alone and feeling useless in her one little room of the asylum. "Where did he go?"
It was morning at the City Institution of Mental Health, and despite her valiant efforts with just her fingers, Sharon hadn't been able to climax.
INMATES
During the two days of her stay at the Mental Hospital, Sharon met practically everyone of interest. Most of the cases on her floor were there for various sexual aberrations. One of the women was there because her husband found her jacking off with a live and especially poisonous snake. The woman was diagnosed as suicidal and nymphomaniac. It was strange for Sharon to realize that this woman was mentally ill because the "snake-lady", as the other inmates called her, was so very pretty. She had large tits, fine ample thighs, and the prettiest smile of all the people there. And she seemed perfectly normal-it was just her thing about trying to knock herself off by fucking herself with venomous snakes that made her a little odd.
There was a man there who had nearly fucked himself silly. That was his problem. He couldn't stop screwing. They called him Don Juan. At one point, Sharon wanted to get together with him. She figured that he would be the perfect thing for her hungry unconquerable desires-until she found out that the last three women he screwed had died because he'd fucked with them in marathon style for thirty-six hours: all three at once, no stopping, and they all three dropped dead. The man had never ejaculated. He couldn't cum.
A five year old boy was also an inmate on the sexual deviate floor. Sharon couldn't imagine why that boy was there, but just before she asked someone she heard the child begin to rant. He could say nothing but obscenities. He hollered in his childish voice at the nurses and doctors, "Fuck you, shit on your face, piss me off, you ass holes, get your fucking mouths away from me, get your hands off my rump, you fucking pieces of shit, get your anus mouth away from me, you dog breath, doo-doo face idiots!" And the more he yelled the bigger his penis became.
The boy was some sort of oddity, a one-shot from nature. He became angry and got a hard-on. No one could understand it. Sharon, of course, was turned on just from looking at the diaper clad youth toddle around with his bulging little pants as he mouthed off to the various people around him. When he came to her, he looked up and said: "You fucking twat--eat it! Eat my muscle." She was half-tempted to get down on it, and she wondered if anyone had thought about doing just that, giving the boy a little love and affection. But she didn't dare. She knew that if she behaved herself in public the nurses and doctors who so carefully watched her would let her go home on the next morning.
Among her other cell mates at the asylum, Sharon discovered, to her surprise, her former friend Susan. "What are you doing here?" she asked in shock that such a good friend has also been interned in the jail-like hospital.
"I was stretching my titties. I put clothes pins on my nipples and weights on the ends, five pounders. I stood in front of the mirror every day. On Friday my mother came in and found me doing it. She said I was sick and here I am. So now I have to stretch them with my fingers. At night when no one's looking. I'm going to have the biggest tits in the world, Sharon. You just wait and see. . ."Somnambulistic, Susan did an about face and walked away.
Sharon found herself wishing that not everyone was wearing the same uniform, tattered white coats and frocks of that sort. She didn't like thinking of herself and her friend Susan and the other people as all the same. In fact it made her angry that she had to leave behind most of her real clothing in the first place. She was half-tempted to talk to someone about it, but she decided that since she was going to be permitted to leave the next day she should probably not stir up any waves.
Instead of complaining, she went back to her room to jack off. She laid down and spread her legs. She worked her fingers up and down between her thighs. She was beginning to get a little hot when the door creaked open. "Time for lunch," said a cheery nurse. "And not fingering our clits just now, darling." The bright happy face backed out of the room when Sharon threw a look of daggers at the door. She went happily hack to her work between her legs.
She saw herself alone with the doctor who had examined her. She saw him pulling the big pecker, the plastic one, out of her cunt. "Come on, Doc," she said, "you can give me a little feel. Nice in there, eh?" He stirred his finger around inside her pussy. "No damage, Doc?" she asked him, spreading and lifting her legs into a flesh V. "Come on, you're a doctor, give me a clinical rub down, something nice for my clit!" She smiled at him. "You can do it. I won't tell anyone."
She pretended that she was at home alone in her bedroom with the door closed. The doctor and Sharon had all the privacy they needed. "Stick it to me," she told him. She reached down and took his professional hand. "Come on. Give me that big bony finger of yours. I want that thing inside me." She directed his hand so that his finger stroked her cunt hole. It rubbed up and down against her fat clitoris. The finger poked deep and wide at the same time. It spread her friendly wet twat lips and the juice lubricated anew with each stroke. "I love it," she said holding onto his big thick wrist. "I really do love it."
The doctor couldn't resist palming her titties. He gave the big sculpted and pendulous mammaries a proper squeezing.
"That's more like it, Doc," she told him.
"Yes," he said. "I don't care how unprofessional it might be, I just have to give you a little fucky-wucky, just something to keep you going while you spend a couple of days at the asylum, eh?"
"Whatever you say," moaned Sharon. "You're the doctor, eh?" She smiled and the doctor whipped off his clothes and when Sharon saw his meat she started thinking about how nice a fuck it was going to be. "Can you fit that whole big thing inside me, Doc?"
"Oh, sure," he said. "I've done it for countless patients. Don't you worry about a thing!" He mounted her and shoved his monster organ into place. "You like that, eh?"
"Do I like that!" she exclaimed. "I never had something so big and sexy and hard and sensual in my whole life. It's perfect! I love it!"
He penetrated into her fleshy vulva. He gave the big back wall a good shove, and then he started stroking, hammering and poking, like his body had turned mechanical and automatic rather than sensual and feeling. He slapped his pelvis against hers several times in a row. His meaty rod wailed like a pneumatic drill, like some sort of buzz saw, and it grinded away inside her flesh bottom cave. "I love to fuck," grunted the M.D. "There isn't anything so good as a fuck. You know that, young Sharon? Nothing like a fuck ..."
She reached around and shook him by the buns. "Talk about something else, Doctor," she said. "I like the screwing, but I think you could say something a little nicer than fuck, fuck; fuck. You're beginning to sound like that five year old kid out there."
"Mmm," he hummed, "I know what you mean," and with that he slammed his throbbing meat into Sharon's teenager body one last time: he came on her cunt hole and extracted his spent flesh. "Thank you, my dear," he said, "and "I'll be informing your parents of my opinion." He dressed, smiled formally, and that was the last she saw of him.
"Ah, fuck," she grunted, once again alone in the Mental Ward without even the company of a fantasy. "Where did that doctor go?" She rolled onto her belly and lifted a hand back to her own two ass cheeks. "I'm very smooth," she whispered to the flat pillow on her mattress. "I like my cheeks ..." She rolled a finger up and down in her ass crack. It wasn't long before she was screwing her anus with her digit. She had the piece of bony hand deep in her anal socket. She pushed at the rim of the orifice with her knuckle.
Her other hand wasn't idle, either. She was working out on her cunt underneath. She had her thighs spread wide so that her twat was fairly open. And she rubbed at her clit with two fingers. "I love it," she said, referring to the fact that she had sexual stimulation at both ends of her body--I really to fucking love it!"
She slipped down further on the bed. It didn't occur to her to wipe herself dry, to cover herself or anything of that sort. She was perfectly happy masturbating herself in the raw and letting any of the nurses who happened by peek in and see her. Even an occasional doctor glanced in the portal window, of her door. They would, individually, despite professionalism, blush, shake their heads, nod knowingly, or, if Sharon was eyeballing the glass, wink, depending upon who they were. None of them were really able to understand what they saw: a luscious fifteen year old girl poking herself in the ass hole and the cunt, her lovely nude body chilled and heated with a feverish sexual crave unsatisfied by all sorts of stimulation and therapy.
"Jesus," Sharon would moan at them when she caught them looking in, "can't you see I'm busy!" Finally, she gave way to using some sort of cover, a blanket with which to protect herself from the steady gaze of the people going by in the hallway. Then, under cover of her sheets and blankets, she was able to let her mind drift and come up with a friend to keep her company on her sexual voyages.
First she remembered a young man from school. His name was Ed. He had long muscular arms and legs, and he was inclined to be nice to everybody. He liked Sharon, especially, it seemed, and it was only natural that she think about what Ed's pecker looked like when she tried to pull her clit into ecstasy. She saw him working his way up and down her body, spreading her long browned loins, adjusting his position so that he could get his prick into her body. Finally, to help out, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the muscle. She pulled him into place between her gushing wet twat lips. She pulled on his buns and forced him down inside her cunt hole. The feel of his big muscle inside her juicy channel gave her a great deal of pleasure. She kissed him on the lips to demonstrate her appreciation.
He kissed her back and coiled his fingers tight around her buns. He played her cheeks with his hands, and soon he supplied her anus with a finger screw. He drove that digit upwards into her asshole so that she could get all the thrill she wanted out of it. She rolled her buttocks around and around on the hefty finger of flesh. There seemed to be no stopping him. All of a sudden, Sharon pulled herself upwards, off Ed's finger and said: "Just the cock, Ed. No more of that shit."
He liked her enough that he would stop. He yanked his finger away from her asshole and concentrated on her delectable twat hole. He didn't give up her buns, however, because that would have been too much to ask. Those he kept rubbing and massaging in his fingers, with his palms.
"Mmm, good," she told him. "I like it like that Keep it up."
He rocked his dick down deep, far down inside Sharon's anxious little slit. The pubic hairs of her mound rubbed nicely against his pubic hairs, around his root. "I love it," he told her in her ear. "I really do." He kissed her on the titty and enjoyed a licking that he gave to her nipples and her breasts. The creamy skin grew a crop of chills, most of which Ed pressed his mouth around and swabbed with his tongue. He thoroughly enjoyed putting his face down close between her chest organs. She couldn't keep him from that if she'd held a gun to his head. It was too much fun.
And she wouldn't have wanted him not to do it.
She, too, enjoyed the kick of having his head, his soft cheeks pressing against her titties. It made her hot, gave her a reason to blush, invited her to be sexy. She liked doing it with him that way, with his head between her mammaries, with his cock between her twat lips. "Ahh, God damn nice," she moaned. "Just the way it ought to be ..."
She coasted down the road to sexual oblivion. Knowing full well that she wasn't far from orgasm, she soon gave up her mental fantasies and took to fingering herself in reality. She tossed off the hospital sheets and blankets, and she spread her legs so wide that she could have fit a horse hog in there, and she went to work on her body, combed her hairs and flicked her clit, with her long, trained fingers.
Soon she was shaking, shivering violently, massive rolls of muscular contractions taking over her hips and making her convulse and heave. Her hand, her fingers, were working on her clit so severely that she was in a daze, both physical and emotional. Her body was charged with sexual energy, and it was all thanks to her masturbatory skills. She knew just how to get her little clit button at full strength, just how to make her vagina hot and juicy. If a man's pecker had been in there right then, he would have shot off with just one stroke. That's how hot and tender and righteously steamy wet her twat hole was.
"Jesus, fuck," she grunted, still being sure not to make so much noise that she would draw a lot of attention from the nurses and doctors, "I'm cuming! C-c-cuming!"
She pulled her finger out of her hole and let the ooze puddle under her cheeks. "Yeah," she moaned, unaware of how turned on she had been. "My body's still in shape. I can tell. An orgasm like that really lets me swing. Ain't that sweet?" She smiled to herself, pictured her young tanned loins spread with a massive two foot prick shoved into her hole. "Yeah," she moaned, "I love to C-C-CUM!"
Sharon rolled onto her side. When she came to her senses, her Mother and Father were there. They were telling her it was o.k. for her to come home now, that the doctor had released her from the hospital. She was happy about that, and a little excited about the idea of going home. It meant, of course, that she would get to use her big black battery operated plastic dildo, and that was a source of excitement, Sharon knew, for just about any horny young girl!
HOME FIRES
Naturally, Sharon's first night home was a good one. Not only was everyone happy to see her, but her Father and Mother said that she could do anything she wanted, anywhere, anytime. They were so sorry to be without her that one weekend while she was away that they didn't ever want to see her get angry or hurt again. Sharon was delighted with this. It gave her the perfect opportunity to ask for something she very much wanted.
"May I, then, Daddy, have a new black dildo? Like the one I had before?"
Her Father grimaced. "I don't know, darling. I think it's up to your Mother." He leaned forward and whispered in Sharon's ear. The teenager giggled. "Oh, Mother," she moaned, "I didn't know-"
Sharon's Mother scolded her husband: "Rex, you shouldn't have told her."
"How could I not?" he asked. "It was so much fun watching you!"
While Sharon was gone her Mother had secretly tried out the big dildo, and the result? She loved it! She loved to rub the thing up and down in her cunt, and after doing it a couple of times, she and Rex went to a porno shop and bought themselves up all the tools and masturbatory devices they could find.
"Come on," said Rex to his loving daughter, "I'll show you some of the things I got." He took Sharon by the hand and drew her along behind him. She was only wearing a short skirt and it went fluttering up along her thighs as she trailed along behind her Father to the master bedroom.
Spread out along the top sheet were all sorts of devices. There were broom sticks that had been enameled, lovely little feathery devices for tickling outside and inside, and there were several different kinds of beads. In addition, there were magazines, books, five different kinds of fuck rods, and several of the electric sort. "I figured it was worth it to spend the money on this stuff because after all, anything that keeps your Mother happy is worth about a million, eh?" He smiled at his daughter who couldn't believe her eyes. A glint came into Sharon's glare. "Daddy," she said, "can I borrow one or two of these things?"
"Of course," said Rex. "Anything you like." He smiled as he watched his daughter pick out a magazine or two, a couple of glossy color pictures, and, naturally, a big black shiny plastic electric cock machine. "This thing," said Sharon, "will make me feel very, very nice. I'm quite sure!" She smiled and backed out of the room, giving her Father, on the way, just the slightest bow so that he would have a cursory glance at her soft hanging melons. She shut the door after her and ran to her bedroom.
Of course, first she kicked Ellen out of the room. "I want to be alone."
"Let me guess what for," said Ellen.
Sharon lifted a hand, as if to threaten, and Ellen scurried backwards like a crab out of the bedroom. Sharon shut the door. "Now," she sighed to herself, "at last!" She held the big plastic device up over her head and did a pirouette. "Ah, joy!" she exclaimed.
"Joy oh joy oh joy!" She laid down on the bed and pulled up her skirt. "In you go," she mumbled. "Get on up there."
She stuffed the new machine into her spread lips. Only it was a poor fit. She couldn't gain purchase for the rubber tip. She lifted a leg and reached down with a hand. Her knowing fingers separated her two lips. The hairy wet fur, the sleek pelt, was combed aside and out of the way. It only took a second for her fingers to get to her vagina, to the ruby red wet lips and the clit. "Now," she gasped, "I can get the machine in there right."
Just to be sure she hopped up out of bed with one finger still in her hole and she pulled off her skirt and blouse. It took some concentration to keep track of her feverish and heating hole, but she was able to do that.
She spread out on the bed again. Her long browned loins were open. Her slick creamy flesh sparkled with chills. Clit juice, like dew drops, glistened in her curly pubic shrubbery. Under her fanny her other hand massaged her two cheeks. Her slippery fingers worked away on her clit and soon the handsome nub of flesh was up and ready to go. "Yes," she moaned, "it's fantasy time again. Time to fry some of Sharon's lovely little pussy-pecker ..."
She picked up the heavy duty egg-beater, the speed stick, and shoved the head of it into the now easy entrance. "Oh, God, yes," she grunted, and off she went, into the land of Id and Imagination where she discovered herself alone with a huge hirsute young man. He was young, but he was older than she was by several years. He had a large phallus which he held in one hand. His other hand pulled at Sharon's arm. "Get down, bitch. I'm gonna shove it up your asshole."
She smiled at him. "I don't think so."
"You don't think so? Think again, cunt. On your knees." The force of his one hand gripping her pressed her to the floor. She was on her knees. "No," she moaned. "Yes," he said simply. Then he mocked her: "Yes, yes, yes." She had never been assaulted by such a sharp and vigorous male. "You're going to have some fun with this pecker shoved up your anus, baby. So get it ready, eh?" He smiled and spread her cheeks. He didn't bother with lubrication. He slid his penis up inside her butt and cranked away. No matter how she wailed and begged him to do otherwise, he continued jabbing her with his flesh sword.
"Ugh," she cried back at him, but he grabbed her around the mouth and kept her from yelling out r loud.
"Shut up and move those hips," he commanded her.
She moved her hips because he had a hand there, was able to make her move them. She twisted her hips in circles, made her butt into a cunt hole for his penis. "That's better," he said. "Isn't that nice?" He faded back into her brain.
She came momentarily to her senses and saw that she had her one finger pressed up her asshole and the dildo rammed into her cunt. She was on her side and the machine was going at full speed. She was fisting the thing in and out of her juicy cunt lips. But there was no way that she would soon be cuming. She had a long way to go for that.
"Fuck," she sighed, "I wish ..." And low and behold, into her brain came the fantasy she wanted: it was her Father, Rex, his big hands grabbing her around the waist, his hefty meat bulging. He leaned down on top of her and shoved his joint into her slot. 'Take that, honey," he said. "And love it, eh?"
"Oh, Daddy! Oh, God, DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" She rolled her hips and went wild on the stalk of meat he'd shoved into her pussy. Her vagina contracted several times in a row on the length of bone flesh. She moaned at him: "I love you, I love you, oh, God, I love you ..."
He pressed into her, giving her all the rod at once. She didn't know whether she was cuming or going, and it didn't matter. Her body was in ecstasy, on the way to Bliss Alley. She was in heaven. Her lovely teenager twat was filled with a hot ramming piece of cock meat, and though it was her personal fantasy that the meat belonged to her Father, it wouldn't have mattered to her, really, just then, if that cock had been donkey pecker. She was so hot that she was creaming without even knowing it. Or at least that's the way it was in the fantasy.
But when Sharon came around, when she looked down between her legs with her eyes open, instead of seeing a donkey prick or her Father's joint, or anything fleshy, she saw just the big plastic rod. "Oh, shit, I was almost there, too," she moaned. "Try again."
She closed her eyes tight, like a little girl expecting a big surprise. She used her free hand to caress her big hot nipples, especially the tips. She pinched off her caps and rubbed between the two large mammaries. She enjoyed kneading the hot flesh of her breasts. It made her feel womanly and sexy at the same time.
For a minute Sharon pretended that a man was rubbing her big soft tits. She could see his hands sliding up one titty and down the other, squeezing and milking one nipple, and then the other. She could feel his moist breath as. it hissed across her ear before he loaded the canal with hot wet tongue meat "Uuuhh, good," she sighed, her eyes closed. "I like that fondling." He had his hands on her titties and he was rubbing her chest into a furious heated fever. "I love sex," she panted. "Give me more. Give me more."
She saw his hands, his face, slide down her feminine torso. He arrived at her belly and kissed her there, then between her legs, then on her hip. He used one hand to get at her anus, the other to sloppily massage her cheeks. He stuffed a finger up into her asshole. It didn't hurt a bit It just went sliding up inside the tight narrow hole, into the tube where long anal muscles went to work milking the finger.
His other hand started working out on petting up her clit and her vagina. He worked her little pussy cock into a wet heat. She was humping and bumping and grinding against his fingers. Her panting breaths all said one thing: "More. Give me more. I WANT MORE!" She spilled ooze.
He leaned down and applied his tongue. That hefty pink mouth muscle went sliding around on her gash. He licked her clitoris and rubbed his nose between her vaginal lips. He used his hands to massage her ass flesh. He used her body the way he would have used a piece of pizza. It was going to be a long easy fucking in her cunt-she could tell that from the way this man ate her out.
"Come on," she said. "Use that boner. I like the hot stick of flesh better than the tongue. You know? I like that bone meat better than your finger or your tongue."
He climbed up along her body and worked his rod into her hole. It only took him a second to land inside the pie. He shoved hard and the thick flesh arrow drove down deep, scored the mark. "Yeah," she grunted, "that's a little more like it."
"Good," he said laconically. He pumped and grinded at her hole. He jammed his meat in and out of her tube several times in a row. It wasn't long before he had managed to caress her clitoris into a feverish erection. The lip of his mushroom crown head was catching on her flickable clit. He pulled up and down on it, and she juiced so much ooze, so much oily stuff that he thought he was pulling on the trigger of a squirt gun. The essence of the aromatic juice turned him on. He loved the feel of her twat around his joint, just as much as she enjoyed the stiff flesh pole ramming into her pelvic orifice. "Give me more, man. Give me MORE!"
She wrapped her hands around his buns. "I like to touch you there, you know," she said. "I like the feel of your cheeks in my hands." She slid her palms around and around. She slid her hands up along the side of his back, and finally, at his neck, she grabbed tight, fondled his face and gave him a big wet French kiss. "You like?"
"I LIKE!"
"Yes," she said. "Yes, my little cherub. More of the same for me, too." She pumped her hips. Her twat took in more of his flailing meat with every swing. He batted at her and it was up to her to catch it "Jesus ... good ... yes..." she panted and gasped. "I do ... like ... that!"
Soon he was throbbing. His hefty muscle was sliding in and out of her pussy. He was giving her his cum, his jism load, that baby-juice which was going to go target hunting in her wet steamy humidor box of twat flesh. "Quick," he grunted. "Squeeze."
She squeezed.
"Now roll."
She rolled.
"I love it," he told her. "Squeeze and roll. Nothing but the best for you and me, baby doll. I just absolutely love it"
"Good," she said, and she watched him pull his jack-off joint out of her pie. "Look at that thing drip cum," she moaned. "It's got enough juice there for three more maidens."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered, rolling onto his back. Before he could even think about what was happening, she'd jumped onto his meat and begun licking it off. She was slurping up the juice and the cum and all the wet stuff. She was making him clean as a whistle. His long stabber was getting the cleaning it needed. She wasn't taking any chances. She was making sure that that hot joint flesh of his was as oiled and ready for more fucking as a freshly cleaned pistol. She wanted him loaded and prepared to fire at will-hers!
"Come on," she spoke to the meaty tip. "Get hot!" She leaned down and swabbed the head. She rolled the tip of her mouth muscle at the tip of his crotch muscle. "I like this thing," she said between sucks. "It's good." She applied her thick wet lips from time to time, and it was nothing for her to swallow up several inches at once. She loved sucking on a fresh ripe boner, especially one that could perform so well. "I'm gonna make you super hot buddy. You'll be wearing spurs on this thing when you go grinding into me next time. Mmmmmm."
She smiled, took a deep breath and went down on the hog head. She sucked at the rim, at the shaft, around the base, and she dusted the love pole with her tongue one last time before lifting her head and saying in as sweet a voice as could be: "Won't you kindly stuff that hairy wong of yours into my hole just one more time-please?" She flipped her tongue up and down against her upper lip, as if to demonstrate how good it would feel for the inside of her hole, for her clit, once she started penetrating her twat lips. "I know it's going to be nice."
He gave in. He pushed her back on her buns and landed his meat between her thighs. There, in the hot wet space between her legs, he went for a little rub and slide. Soon he had heated his rod to a full amber glow. The head of the joint was burning hot, sizzling and ready. The thick base was as muscled as an eagle in flight. The root gave the pillar of flesh a foundation, the basis with which he would attack her slippery insides and keep coming back to her for more. "Get ready," he said, and he holstered his joint in her body.
"Ah, fuck, yes," she shouted immediately. "This time I'm going to cum too."
"You didn't before?"
She shook her blushing face.
"Why didn't you say so!?!" It was, more or less, a rhetorical question, something to pass the time while his hefty rod went sliding down to the most remote fold of her inner hole. He jammed that crease of cunt flesh full of his poker cock meat, and didn't let go until he knew he'd started chasing Sharon up that terrific climb toward ecstasy from orgasm. She was on her way-they could both tell and she gasped in short sweet breaths, wails and moans and groans which gave a titillating melody to go with the slopping sounds between their legs. "Ahh, how sweet it is ..."
"Mmm, yes," she agreed, feeling his pumping rod between her vaginal lips. "I love it." She sensed that in a few strokes he would be orgasmic again. "You better slow down," she warned him. "I want this one to make me cum."
"Don't worry," he told her. "I'll take care of everything." He leaned into her chest and sucked on her titties. He sucked up one nipple and then the other, and he licked her mammaries with his long tongue, too. He coated her chest with fresh chills. A crop grew there, big goose bumps, and carried a thrill up into her blushing crimson face. "I'm hot," she moaned, "so very hot. I feel like I have fever or something... I'm hot... and I want... to... cum ... to cum ... to ... CUM!"
She shot off her inside wad. It wasn't just fantasy. Although the man was gone, Sharon was awake and staring at her pussy where the big pecker machine was working out in her hole. She saw the thing penetrating and gyrating in her pussy. She wondered if it would keep going through all of her poly-orgasmic climaxes. There was no question that she was going to be hot for a good long time to come. She was juicing like a squashed orange. Her insides were oozing an oily lubricant and her body was shaking with mini-quakes. "Ah, God, yes," she grunted, and she withdrew the plastic pecker from her insides. "I love it," she sighed. "I absolutely love masturbating."
She set the machine aside. A thought occurred to her that made her horny again all over. She wondered: if this is what's so nice about masturbating, then just think what a pleasure it would be to have the real thing! She couldn't get over the idea that she'd yet to have a real hot rod.
She jumped up out of bed, a line of tell-tale oil running down her leg. She called her sister Ellen to come to the bedroom door. Ellen came tip-toeing down the hallway: "Shhhh, be quiet, Sharon. Mom and Dad are in there fucking. You don't want to disturb them, do you?"
"How do you know? And besides, that's just what I wanted to ask you about. I want to know: is fucking better than masturbating?"
T don't know," said Ellen. "Want to see how it is when Mom and Dad do it?"
"Sure, but how?"
"It's a secret Don't tell anybody. I made this hole in our wall. I wasn't gonna show you, but since you need to know, here." She pulled open the closet door, parted the clothing there and swung back a piece of cardboard. "You can look in that hole there."
Sharon leaned down and peered through the hole. Inside she could see two hot fleshy bodies rolling one on the other. "Wow," she whispered, and she could see for real, for the first time in her life, what her imagination had only previously conjured up. "It's for REAL!" she exclaimed under her breath.
"What's happening?" asked Ellen, "His cock: it's going up and down and in and out of Mom's pussy. Now it's in... now it's out... in... in ... out... out... in... out... out... Oh, God, he really hit her hard that time, Jesus ... oh, wow, she's moaning and groaning and everything.. .look at that big muscle go. That's really something. I don't believe it at all!" She smiled and pulled back from the window on her parents' love making. "So that's what the real thing is like," she said, musing to herself. "I wonder if I can keep that in mind?" She put a finger to her lips and stood up from the hole in the window.
Ellen commented at Sharon as the younger girl slipped out of the closet: "You're getting big titties, little sister."
"They were big already. Last year, I mean. But you're right. They're getting larger. It happens when I masturbate or when I think about sex. They just swell up like that. Until I jack myself completely off. I don't know why. It just happens."
"And your twat drools, too, right?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" asked Sharon.
"I get turned on, dummy..." Ellen scoffed at her sister and perched herself down inside the closet where she could watch her parents fuck. Sharon shut the door behind her and climbed into bed. "You stay in there and watch them," said Sharon, "and I'll do a little creative work of my own out here." She stretched her legs wide and recalled the vision of her parents' twisting bodies. "Oh, God," she moaned, feeling the chills start up immediately. "Just thinking about it makes me hot."
She picked up her big black machine and shoved it into her twat. T got to get myself a little hot, just to be sure."
A moment later she had the entire dildo down inside her pussy. Her lovely browned legs were wet with perspiration and clit juice. Her dildo was twirling and gyrating. Her body shook with passion. "I need more," she gasped with her eyes closed. "Give me more. Oh, please, more ..."
Chills climbed her thighs. The smooth skin of her chest blushed a rosy crimson, even through her mellow tan. The tips of her tits shined bright red, blood-red and nearly vermilion. Her eyes rolled inside her head as she tried to get even hotter by pretending that her Father's meat stroked between her pussy lips instead of her mother's. She couldn't give up the image of herself being fucked by her Father, fucked into some sort of bliss which she'd been yet to know.
She knew, however, that it wouldn't be long before men from school, young men albeit, but men, would be asking her out. They would be pawing her body, running their hands up and down her chest and working their fingers into her hole. They would hold her ass cheeks and push their cocks in and out of her face.
She pumped the plastic screw-driver, the electric pecker into her tube and thought up some more stuff that would make her hot. She saw herself getting it from her high school teacher, a man she'd always admired. She saw her hole getting toasted with the pecker, the hot steely meat of a football player she knew. She was coming out of puberty and stepping into the world of sex, and sin, and she knew it! She was excited by it. She pushed the big dildo even deeper in her vagina.
Sharon was preparing herself for the final cuming, for the big moment. Her chest was full of desire. Even with her eyes closed she could see what her changes her adolescent body had gone through. Her hips had widened, her labia were thicker, her clit became easily erect. No longer was the place where her hymen attached tender. It was soft and moist in her cunt, all the time, not just when she fingered herself. And her anus-it was tight and she had control over it. She loved to think of herself with other men, now, whereas before she could only see herself with her Father or her Brother. She liked the idea of fucking with anyone who came to mind, and she wasn't afraid that she might go unconscious from masturbating. She had matured fully.
She stabbed herself even harder with the big electric cock-machine. The thing nearly disappeared from sight between Sharon's labia. She felt the twisting rubber prong beating at her insides, making her juice profusely. She spilled out this sweetly scented ooze into a puddle beneath her cheeks. She was just about ready to have herself an orgasm, her second Or third, she couldn't be sure, when the closet door opened. Ellen stepped out. They're done," said Sharon's sister. "They're getting cleaned up. It's gonna be dinner time soon."
"Yeah, sure," said Sharon who didn't bother to open her eyes. Ellen sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her sister continue to drill herself with the twat device. "You're really getting up there, eh?" said Ellen, merely observing the depth to which the big plastic rod was submerged into Sharon's vagina. "Don't forget to wash up for dinner." She stood up and left Sharon alone in bed.
Sharon said softly: "Oh, yeah, sure, dinner..." It was, to say the least, as absent-minded a comment as she could possibly make. She had a twirling knob of plastic rubbing her clitoris into sexual perfection and her brain was scintillating with the notion of what it would be like to have the "real thing" crammed into her body. She couldn't have been less interested in dinner had she just been told she was the winner of a million bucks and a night on the town with her favorite movie star.
She had something better than that. She had the big speed stick shoved in her juicy pussy and it was in high gear. Her twat lips were spread wide to accommodate the thing, and her fist was pulling it up and around next to her excited clitoris. Nothing in the world could have pulled that machine out of Sharon's grip. She was on her way to sexual ecstasy.
She raised her smooth tanned thighs and adjusted the angle of the big black electric dildo: "Come on," she grunted. "Come on and FUCK ME!" The machine went in yet another inch and somewhere in the back of that tender teenager's pussy hole it rubbed her the rest of the way-the rubber prong triggered off the final thrill, a poly-orgasmic climax. Sharon gasped, her big titties heaving left and right as she did, "Oh, fuck. FUCK. Fuck... shit ... oh, fuck..." She slept through dinner, but when she woke up she had one overwhelming thought: "I'm gonna get me some of the real thing. I wonder who it'll be!" Her jumbo mammaries shivered just with the thought.
