Two teenage girls are left home alone for the weekend with their pet German Shepard. One of them leaves on a date and comes home to find her younger, innocent cousin making love to her pet dog. Both girls, wildly excited now, make love and are soon joined by their very, very well-trained pet.". .
A Little Girl:
A young 10 year old girl is the adopted daughter of a very straight-laced minister. Her mother catches her doing nasty, evil things with her young body, and tells her father. The minister decides he should do something to save his daughter from wickedness, and following her one day rapes her within an inch of her young life, exorcising the devil from her heart and teaching her the joys and sensual ecstasy of incestuous love...
The Teacher:
A beautiful, sex-hungry teacher is nervously awaiting her young lover who later comes to the door, unexpectedly, with a gang of excited young boys. They get her drunk and seduce her to strip naked in front of them. All participate in a gang-bang, and their very satisfied teacher and her very happy young students decide to have many more parties throughout the year...
The Gay Swingers:
Prompted by a bet from a friend, a man pays his way into a "Singles Party" at a motel suite. The party was wild and he fell asleep from too much drink while everyone was pairing off. Awakening, he goes looking for his partner and walks in on two beautiful women who eagerly invite him to join in their love making...
Virgin's Lament:
A naughty fifteen year old girl gets angry with her parents and leaves the house with the deliberate intent of getting into trouble ... she was so mad she would do just anything ... By and by a man in a big black car picks her up. He decides to rape her but finds the young virgin very, very willing. . .
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A WELL-TRAINED PET
Polly, a pert sixteen year old, knelt before the fire place of her parent's rented cabin and shivered. Once, twice, three times she struck kitchen matches against the stone, trying to light the rumple of old newspapers and kindling. Three times the match extinguished itself.
Outside the last straying fingers of August sun shimmered golden over the brisk gray froth topping Lake Michigan's shoreline. With the passing of minutes, the rich colors of the lake faded into cool pastels and the temperature dipped to a nightly sixty degrees with a wind nipping from the north.
"Damn, I hate being left alone," muttered Polly, disgruntled with her failures at fire building that seemed symptomatic of a greater despair. "I always get stuck with the dirty work and you have all the fun," she grumbled at her older cousin, Sylvia, who stood behind Polly, her jacquard bath-towel wrapped around her freezing seventeen year old body. One more time Polly struck the match; this time it flamed.
"Hey, come on ... chin up," chided Sylvia. "Your parents'll be home tomorrow from that dumb fishing trip." She edged as close to the growing blaze as she dared. "This creep I'm going out with tonight is no big deal. I'll probably be home before the sun comes up." Standing up, Sylvia let the towel drop from her freshly showered body and reaching over to pluck her panties from a pile of clean clothes warming before the fire, she stepped into her bikini panties. "Besides, you've got Cagey to keep you company ... ain't that right, Cagey?" In the corner a sleeping German shepherd opened his eyes long enough to catch the twinkle in his mistress' voice. They had a special kind of communication.
But Polly wasn't listening to her cousin's banter; she found herself unable to pull her gaze away from Sylvia's beautiful, half-naked body. Sylvia, the cousin who had more dates than she could handle, Sylvia with the perfect model's body. With a strange unfamiliar fascination, Polly found her eyes running lingeringly over the sleek smooth hollows and curves poised so unselfconsciously before her. She couldn't take in enough of Sylvia's white breasts, wide-set and tapered to pointed pink-tipped nipples, yet firm and solid.
Sylvia had always been the darling of the family tree, being the most adventurous and aggressive. Polly, in comparison, felt she was in a weak second place. Maybe someday I'll be more like Sylvia, Polly secretly hoped, now automatically holding her breath as Sylvia straightened up again with slightly-parted legs, giving her cousin a brief glimpse of the slender pink ribbon of cuntal flesh winking through the dark curls that so enchantingly covered her vaginal mound. In seconds she was dressed in Levis and a sweater.
"Well ... gotta go! Paul's out there honking for me. He's so lame," moaned Sylvia, "but a dumb lay is better than none at all." She ran a brush through her long, dark locks and was out the door before Polly had a chance to answer or comment ...
"Cagey, it's you and me, fella," Polly's voice showed a vague attempt at gaiety, but fell short. As if he could read her mind, Cagey sauntered over to the fire place and nudged Polly with his nose. Then, giggling girlishly, Polly put her arms around the animal's powerful neck and pushed her warm pink young nose up against his moist black one. Immediately Cagey's long pink tongue licked the girl's face, making her giggle again. On impulse, the young blonde stuck out her own tongue and tried to lick the dog, but their tongues met in mid air and caressed for a moment. Polly thought of it as funny for a second, then became aware that it felt good, very good-too good in a weird sort of way-so with a little shiver she quickly pulled her tongue back in, a strange look coming over her face.
The big dog looked up at his young human companion a little puzzled, wondering why she had pulled back from him. Sylvia never did. She always wanted to be close, very close.
"You be a good boy while I get dressed for bed, Cagey. Watch that door so nobody comes in, okay?" Polly jumped to her feet and quickly changed from her Levis, sandy from an afternoon on the beach, to her long flannel nightgown, then came back to sit near the fire. As the logs slowly turned to ashes, she put on another log, and pulled up the oversized pillow so that she might stretch out before the fire.
"Okay, buddy, you crawl up next to me," she said to Cagey and patted the rug for him to join her. "Whew, it's hot in here!" complained the sixteen year old blonde. "God, I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna take off my nightie. Or will that embarrass you?" she giggled.
Some strange emotion was starting to form inside the dog's great heart. He loved Polly and now the nearness of her plus the intoxicating warmth and smell of her velvety flesh caused him to automatically nuzzle in closer to her on the rug before the fire, forcing his heavy body between her slightly open thighs.
"Why, Cagey, what's the matter? Don't you like to lie with me?" Polly asked in surprise. And then the startled young virgin jerked back in surprise and shock as the dog's long pink tongue shot out and licked her nakedly exposed left breast.
"Uuuuhhhhhnnn," the stunned girl said in involuntary reaction as the hot rough tongue scraped over her already erect nipples, sending a jolt of raw pleasure all through her body. Polly squirmed backward trying to escape the insistently nuzzling dog until she was half-lying, half-sitting, propped up against the pillow. Although the most sensible thing would have been to reach down and force the dog's head away from her nakedly tingling breasts, somehow the young virgin's arms seemed paralyzed, unable to move up the short distance necessary to protect herself from the affectionate animal's lingual caress.
"Oh, if only you were my boy friend back in Chicago, I'd love to have you do that, but you're a doggie, Cagey. You can't do this to me. It's not right!" the confused young woman kept repeating ineffectually as the big animal continued to lick and slaver at her exposed breasts, moving impartially from one to the other.
Despite her best intentions, Polly felt a delicious and sensuous warmth begin to steal over her tingling young body, rippling over her flesh in electric waves with each further swipe of Cagey's long hot tongue. She closed her eyes, and pretended it was Carl, her boy friend. A dreamy, vacant look came over the blonde's face, and for a moment her lovely half-naked body held completely still. Then finally she permitted the exquisite sensations from the dog's licking of her firm, trembling young breasts to pour over her in uninterrupted waves of pleasure-pure sensual bliss. Then and only then did her hands steal slowly up from her sides, but instead of pushing the dog away, they trailed lovingly over the big animal's powerful head and finally settled firmly behind his ears, actually pulling the furiously licking animal's muzzle tighter against her now palpitating breasts.
"Oh, Cagey," the gasping young virgin moaned out again and again, talking in disjointed, confused sentences to the unheeding animal. "We shouldn't be ... it's ... oh God, Cagey, your tongue!"
As soon as the girl had stopped fighting the dog's advance, her legs fell loosely open so that the strong hairy animal body crowded in even closer to her, that massive head able to raise up higher from time to time to plant a sensual kiss on her half-parted lips. Little by little the crooning girl became aware that Cagey's powerful chest was pressing hard against her partially opened pussy slit, and that each time he stretched forward to lick, the movement of the dog's body against this most sensitive part of her body added thrillingly to the wild sensations already flowing down over her naked wet breasts.
Becoming more and more aroused with each passing second, Polly could feel the hot wet juices of her passion building up in her hopefully expectant cunt and she pressed her clitoris tightly against the dog's furry chest, automatically opening her legs wide at the same time.
Her mind told her one thing, and her body told her another. I can't let a dog do this to me, her mind screamed. He's an animal and I haven't even let Carl lick my breasts like this. Sure, I let him touch them, but never, never would I let him put his mouth on them! Even against those warnings, her body tingled deliriously. Yes, he is a dog ... and no one will ever know because I'm all alone here ... nobody will ever know.
For Cagey, the musky stimulating odor of Polly's advanced sexual arousal was building just under the animal's thrusting muzzle, causing a familiar tightness to start forming deep up inside his own hairy loins. Sylvia, his mistress, had taught him to recognize that scent. . . then to follow his acute instincts.
To Polly's great disappointment, Cagey abruptly stopped his powerful licking of her wildly tingling breasts, and for a moment the panting girl thought the beautiful cousin's pet had lost interest. But then the huge feral head dropped down between her thighs and began to sniff inquisitively at the trembling widespread loins from which the strange but exciting odor was coming.
Polly watched in fascination, listening to the hot crackle of logs, as that cool black nose slid ever further in toward her seeping cunt and a lewd and forbidden idea began to form in her sex-fevered mind. Would he ... if she encouraged him? Would he. . . lick her down there, just as he had licked her breasts? Even though she knew how wrong it was, how sinful, the desperately aroused young virgin could not deny to herself how much she wanted her animal friend to drive his pointed muzzle deep up between her trembling thighs and give her the kind of pleasure that her own fingers had never been able to provide.
"C-Come on, Cagey," the girl called out in a shaking voice, barely audible over the howling wind outside the door. "Do it! Lick me, lick me there like Sylvia says she likes boys to do to her!" And with that Polly slowly spread her legs wider apart, raising one knee to give him greater access to her expectantly waiting little cunt.
"Come on, baby, do it for Polly! I'll bet you do it for Sylvia, don't you?" the sex-driven girl begged. She lay there spread-legged on the rug, holding her secret parts wide open, knowing that she was about to embark on an unforgivable act, an act so lewd and perverted there could never be any forgiveness for it. Her imploring baby blue eyes met the soft brown ones of the dog, and for a moment the pleading girl thought that Cagey was not going to do it, but then...
The long hot tongue snaked out once again, stabbing deep up between the waiting girl's quivering thighs, mercilessly splaying aside the gold-fringed cuntal lips, sliding over the flowering cuntal opening and then digging like a fiery knife into the tiny pink button of Polly's sixteen year old clitoris.
"AAAhhhh!" the naked girl moaned in helpless submission before that burning, pleasure-giving tongue. Her back automatically arched to thrust her steaming genitals up toward the dog and the back of her head sunk into the pillow. For long moments the pleasure-wracked girl held herself rigid in that position, her lovely, eager young body curved like a drawn bow, her firm, full, saliva-covered breasts thrust out high and trembling in front of her, her softly flexing thighs spreading farther and farther apart in a mindless attempt to open her body to the maximum, begging for Cagey's darting tongue to drive deep, deep up inside her.
"Oh, oh, oh, God it feels good, Cagey," moaned Polly, feeling terribly wicked, deliciously evil.
Again and again the dog dipped it in, ardently stroking his hot wet tongue up into that glistening pink cuntal slit, his own loins beginning to burn now as the odor of Polly's rising female passion flooded directly into his senses.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, doggie!" the virgin moaned, her hips now starting a slow revolving motion up against the slavering dog's furiously licking tongue. With one hand the blonde teenager continued to lewdly hold her cuntal slit open wide, while the other hand pinching and rolling the nipples of the breasts that Cagey had abandoned.
"God, God, keep licking. . . licking me. It feels so wonderful. . . I-I'm going to cum in just a minute ... faster, faster, darling ... aaaahhhh, God, don't ever stop ... oh, oh, oh!"
The inflamed girl's mindless ravings fell into a kind of delirious chant, keeping time to the dog's continuous lavings of her desire-moistened cunt.
"Oh, Cagey, I don't think I can stand it!" Polly gasped out. Never before in her life had she felt such exquisite sensations darting over her quaking body. This was certainly the most incredible feeling her body had ever experienced ... so incredibly powerful that her legs were starting to tremble and she didn't know if she could stand to hold them apart much longer.
Since her pussy was opening up more and more with each nerve-shattering lick of Cagey's big tongue, the happy animal was able to thrust the tip of his wet fleshy organ a little distance up inside her warmly seeping cuntal passage ... just as Sylvia, his mistress, had taught him to do.
Polly almost rose up in sitting position with that hot unnatural penetration and her hands dropped down to take Cagey by the ears and draw his furry head even deeper up between her shivering thighs. It was then she saw the long, hard length of his canine penis.
Polly froze, almost forgetting for a moment the wild stimulation of Cagey's tongue as her eyes fastened in hungry awe on his glistening red penile length. Although the young girl had seen a few male penises in her life, there was something about the tapered dripping cock being slowly bared before her that caused her to almost stop breathing. Combined with the sharp sensations from her desire-inflamed pussy was the obscene fact that she was looking with such transparent lust at the cock of an animal.
Polly was thrilled beyond all measure that it was her beauty which had aroused this powerful good-looking animal, and the fact that it was her cousin's dog, heightened the pleasure even more.
She shuddered a little when she realized that
Cagey wanted to get between her legs and fuck her, just as she had been secretly afraid of all along. Questions began to plague her sex-driven mind. Could only a man appreciate a woman's body? Hadn't he proven his adoration? Hadn't he made her feel as beautiful as ... as her cousin Sylvia? Just as sexy and desirable? So why shouldn't he love her, ram this bloated animal cock high up into her slippery unused pussy.
But some residue of morality was still present in the sixteen year old virgin's mind, and suddenly she managed to protest in an agonized voice: "Oh, Cagey ... we can't ... we just can't ... it's crazy!"
But even as she stammered out all this awkward denial, she couldn't keep her eyes off his still expanding and lengthening animal cock. "Ohhhhh ... oh God, I've got to cum or I'll go crazy!"
And with this, all last remnants of virginal morality fled, and Polly let loose a sharp, piteous cry. If only he had made her climax with his tongue, perhaps she wouldn't be so vulnerable, But it was too late now to think about that; she was hooked. She wiggled up on the pillow, lying in a position that forced the burning hot flanges of her cunt to open up in an oval like a mouth waiting to be tongue-kissed more. Beyond those open and vulnerable parts Cagey could see all of her urgently waiting wetness, waiting for the plunge of his lust-stiffened dog-cock.
The virgin's eyes glowed with lascivious desire, and then she pulled her knees back again until they pressed into her erotically tingling breasts, revealing still further the lewdly raised mound of her flaming pussy, glistening with molten desire where it lay nakedly spread open before him.
Polly raised her beautiful blonde head to look down between her rising and falling breasts and open legs at her handsome canine lover, who waited patiently with his massively shining red cock bobbing with the instinctual heartbeat of his lust. Beyond that lay his heavy, sperm-laden testicles that wanted to spurt deeply up inside her waiting belly. "Yes, Cagey," she croaked shamelessly. "Fuck me now! I'm ready, darling!" She reached between her legs and lewdly stroked her middle finger through her greedily throbbing pussy with a savage erotic gesture that she did not know herself capable of. "Put it in, baby! Hurry!"
Cagey wanted to, but he had been waiting for her to turn over. He had been trained by Sylvia to fuck women from behind, his paws clutching their soft fleshy curves as they trembled excitedly under him. He was not familiar with this new position, but perhaps it was alright this way!
Polly felt like a different person, an alien part of her that secretly had envied her aggressive cousin Sylvia, was now mimicking the girl who had all the dates, all the looks, and all the fun. It would be wicked to act as her cousin would act, to be as free and as reckless. Polly closed her eyes, and became that other person.
Cagey mounted easily between Polly's widespread legs, his canine head panting hungrily above hers, as his huge jerking penis swung in toward the steaming heat of her open pussy lips ... and finally brushed against it!
"Ohhhhh ... oh darling ... put ... put it in ... yes, hurry ... ! " Polly closed her eyes tightly as if to shut out the terrible waves of reality that flooded her nakedly quivering flesh. But then her arms were snaking up around his furry muscular body and she was hugging him close, her softly moistened lips kissing all over his hairy snout, her tongue stroking obscenely across his. And as he answered her with his own licking of her passion-twisted features, she reached down beneath him and her cool slender fingers gently gripped his slippery hot animal-penis, parting her soft blonde pussy hair with its thick beveled tip, and bringing it warmly into the pulsating opening of her surrendering pussy.
"Oh, in me..." she sighed huskily, fraught with passion. "I need it so bad! Fuck me now!" she cried out as she fantasized Sylvia would cry out her sexual needs.
The convulsively gasping blonde gripped the dog's swollen cock with a hunger she didn't know herself capable of. It felt as hot and hard as a rigid iron bar and yet soft and wet at the same time. And suddenly Cagey lurched forward as if on cue. For moments he had felt her moistly clutching cuntal lips kissing his cock, nibbling at the fiery red tip like something possessed, and now could take no more. He fucked forward with a primitive, purposeful stroke to satisfy his wildly throbbing animal lust ...
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Sylvia, hissing with anger and pent-up sexual frustration, watched Paul's car make a tight
U-turn in the pebbled driveway leading to her cousin's parent's summer cottage, and it was without regret that she watched him leave. "The creep, the miserable creep," she spat, shaking her long dark hair out of her eyes. "The nerve! Making me jerk him off and then laughing when I asked him to make me cum. Oh, I'm so frustrated I could die!" Heading for the cottage door, she paused, hearing a low mumbled sound from inside. Did Polly have company? Or did her aunt and uncle come home early from the fishing trip? Polly certainly wasn't alone.
Sylvia peeked in the cottage window. Boy, I'll say she's not alone! thought Sylvia dumbstruck. With eyes and mouth wide open, she couldn't think. She stared at her virginal cousin on the floor before the fireplace, her loins lifted off the rug, lying back on the huge pillow. Her body was rising and filling with the steady rhythm of Polly's lewd lust, her naked sun-tanned young body glistening with moisture. In front of her loins, humping over her nakedness was Cagey, Sylvia's own pet dog, and she could see his long, thick scarlet dog-cock fucking wetly in and out of her cousin's nakedly exposed cunt! Polly's eyes were closed, her head was flailing madly from side to side as whimpers of aroused excited delight escaped from between her moistly parted lips while the masculine organ of Cagey's lust pounded into her.
The seventeen year old girl approached stealthily, step by step. Her mind was swimming within her head. What had prompted her shy cousin to seduce Cagey? Or had Cagey seduced Polly? And Cagey, Damn you, she thought, making love to her when I have been thinking about you all night, wanting to be with you. You are MY dog, my lover!
The young girl inched closer to the madly fucking pair, watching the soft hair-fringed lips of Polly's hotly working cunt disappear up inside her inwardly sucking pussy walls each time Cagey lunged into her with his sex-spearing cock, and watching those same soft, pinkly glistening lips pulling all the way back out as Cagey fucked back out with his swollen prick on the out-stroke. The sight was like a magnet, mesmerizing the bewildered mistress as she crept through the door, then stood with it ajar, peeking in.
As for Polly, she was aware of nothing in the world except that madly storming, thickly turgid dog-cock smashing into the heatedly soft-walled depths of her cuntal hole, and each new plundering plunge brought new and ecstatic waves of sublime pleasure rippling through her naked body, causing her firmly rounded breasts to quiver and tremble violently. If anyone had ever told her that this would happen some day ... well, she would have told them they were crazy. But now, she wanted this dog cock, wanting to feel his shooting white hot cum spraying unrelentingly up into her thirstily aching cunt. She hungered for it to crash against the hotly sucking walls of her cuntal furnace and to feel the sticky flesh of her inner thighs.
Raging tongues of searing hot flames licked between her "virginal thighs. Damn, she was nearly exploding with mind-shattering passion as she listened to him whining and whimpering with the strange animalism of his own lust!
Yes, of course Sylvia makes love to him! Now I know!
Sylvia still crept tentatively forward, her mind devastated and defiled with the lust-driven sight before her-her own cousin making mad and passionate love with her own precious dog-lover! No, no, it can't be! It just can't. . . Polly looks so beautiful lying there. . . so recklessly loving.
Incredibly, Cagey never stirred, never ceased his unrelenting fucking into the softly inviting pussy flesh of Polly. He sensed that his mistress was approaching ... soon he could begin to catch the distinctive aroma of her aroused womanhood, mingling salaciously with the same sweetly pungent fragrance of the woman below him ... but he didn't stop his obscene fucking ... he couldn't have stopped then even if he wanted to because of the fiercely burning fire raging through his cum-filled balls, aching to escape through the long hot hardness of his scarlet dog cock into the warmly welcoming channel of the human woman's sex-hole! He knew that once he had finished with his erotic work, after the explosion building in his balls had stormed through his cock, that then he would go to his mistress, but not now, no not now...
Polly shivered at the sound of the loving beast's harsh guttural snarls as at the same instant his haunches began to fuck even more furiously in and out of her steaming cuntal canal, plunging in until his tapered cock tip bashed against her maidenhead and, with a sting, broke through the barrier to ram against her cervix. Yet there was still another surprise in store for Polly as she opened her eyes and saw-Sylvia! Her young dark-haired cousin was standing there, next to the wildly fucking pair-and she was taking her clothes off! Her trembling hands were practically ripping the clothes from her body and now she was kneeling down, inching closer and closer, her wide-open eyes fixed on Polly's churning, swaying, thrashing loins where Cagey was fucking into her with all his might! Christ, it looks like she wants to join in!
Suddenly, Polly felt warm, small hands kneading at her breasts as she looked up to see the moistly glistening, wide-splayed lips of Sylvia's blonde curled cunt hovering over her face! Without hesitation, Polly reached up and experimentally drew Sylvia's quivering loins down hard over her lips while the young dark-haired cousin continued to caress and knead at Polly's voluptuously tremulous breasts, teasing and tweaking the ruby-tipped nipples into vibrantly distended erection. Polly suddenly opened her mouth to let her moistly pink tongue play shamelessly along her lips, then quickly lashed out with it to hotly lick at the soft, hair-lined lips of Sylvia's quivering cunt!
"Aaaahhh!" Sylvia moaned as her blonde cousin teased the soft glistening folds of her warmly inviting cunt with her slithering pink tongue, sending mad swirling streams of fiery passion surging through her loins and crashing through her naked body as it crouched there above the anxiously, frantically fucking nakedness of her cousin Polly!
Polly was beside herself with the passionate ecstasy of furiously licking the seething, moistly seeping cunt of her cousin Sylvia and she moaned around her hotly flicking tongue as she felt Cagey's hard scarlet thickness storming into her wildly sucking cunt which clung convulsively to the spearing rod until she thought she would burst from the sheer, agonizing pleasure of it all! Her warmly lashing tongue seemed to drink in the sweet sexual juices of her curvaceous young cousin, reveling in the softly warm fold of her pussy and then with a wetly licking curl, surging up into the warm wetness of the hotly clutching cavity and basking in the tantalizingly warm sucking of it while her own aroused pussy sheathed Cagey's enormously elongated cock like a tight-fitting glove. She could sense he was ready to cum, ready to spill out his love-juices deep up into the warmly waiting receptacle of her wildly straining cunt!
And then suddenly, like a hurricane unleashing its full fury, her own dynamic explosion reverberated throughout her shuddering, spasming body, surging through her loins like wild flames, convulsing her every muscle as it rippled over her lust-driven body! Oh God! I'm cummming! The wild flames of searing, sublime release tore through her nakedness, causing her to thrash upwards in one enormously convulsive shudder as its violent tremor held there for what seemed like forever, her mouth hanging open in a soundless scream, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets!
And then, with equal suddenness, she could feel the dog's thickly turgid cock convulse wildly and begin to jerk deep in the darkened, warmly clenching recesses of her pussy, filling the hotly flaring cavern with a powerful streaming force of scalding liquid that splashed and crashed against the soft, clinging walls! It was spewing viciously from deep in the fur-covered well of his testicles, filling her cunt until it began to overflow back out warmly, dripping down the softly pliant flesh of her creamy-like thighs while her tongue worked ever more voraciously within the heated depths of Sylvia's love hungry cunt, flicking and lashing hotly as the young cousin, moaned eagerly above her!
Time and time again, as if bursting forth from a water hose, Cagey's cum spurted into her hotly clutching pussy and she felt as if a bomb exploded inside of her belly as the scalding thick liquid continued to pour into her while the tremors of her own first orgasm began to finally subside in her tremulously excited young body. She wanted to scream, to cry, but instead she madly licked and flicked her tongue up deep into the warmly steaming pussy of Sylvia's striving young cunt.
And then, at last, after a long silence punctuated only by their panting gasps, Sylvia fell to the side, Cagey backed away, and Polly was left, hips still propped up on the soft pillow, eyes still closed, chest still heaving under her quivering breasts, in the aftermath of her sexual delirium...
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"Oh, my God, Sylvia, I'm ... I'm so sorry ... I can't believe that I did that. Am I crazy?" Polly moaned softly as she sat nakedly whimpering on the carpet, feeling the burning coals from the fireplace sear her flesh as she sat in one position, unmoved, her flushed face buried in her small hands.
"Don't be silly, Polly. It was wonderful! I loved it!" Sylvia answered enthusiastically, running her hand across her cousin's head and stroking soothingly along her long blonde hair. "You enjoyed it, and don't tell me you didn't!" Her voice was gay and exuberant.
"Oh, Sylvia...! I ... I ... I ... don't know what to think anymore," the young blonde stammered, awash in the confusion of her own emotions. "It's all ... . so strange to me ... so different. I ... I can't believe that I actually did that ... " And the young blonde was right. She didn't know what had come over her, couldn't quite understand how her own instant lust and desire to feel sexy and desirable could have transferred to Sylvia, the very girl she envied.
But when Cagey was ramming into her with his stiff hard cock and she looked up to see Sylvia standing there naked with her deliciously moist cunt ... something wild took hold of her, something strange and foreign and unexplainable!
"Listen ... I know why you did it, Polly ... and I also know why you were fucking with Cagey tonight!" Sylvia said comfortingly, still stroking the young blonde cousin's softly flowing hair.
"Because you were lonely and you wanted to be out on a date yourself. You wanted to be more like me, didn't you Polly?"
Polly continued to blush furiously. Her cousin knew her better than she thought.
"And ... and because you were horny. You wanted to fuck. Why don't you admit it, Polly? We might as well free ourselves completely, don't you think?"
Polly gasped. Her cousin's use of the obscene word was stirring up her loins again in a way that she would have considered unmentionable only a few hours ago. "Oh Sylvia ... that's a dirty word, isn't it? It-it makes me feel funny when you say that."
"It was a dirty word," Sylvia corrected. "It isn't anymore. Go ahead and use it, Polly, then it won't sound dirty anymore." Sylvia stared her blonde cousin in the eye. "Let's hear you admit what is true anyway-that you wanted him to fuck you."
Polly's breath came hotly. She couldn't seem to control the wild churning in her loins that her cousin was penetrating in motion with the use of the word fuck, which conjured up such lurid visions of Cagey's enormous cock moving in and out of her affectionately clasping pussy, where her vagina had pursed around it as if in a kiss. She was getting all excited again. "Oh, yes, I did love it when he fucked me..."
"When he rammed his cock in and out of your cunt," insisted Sylvia. "Say it!"
Polly shivered lasciviously. She could feel her tiny, sensitive clitoris beginning to tingle urgently. "Yes, yes!" she cried. "I loved it-when he fucked me, and when he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy!"
"That's better, darling," Sylvia said, never letting the conversation turn to her own highly charged sexual needs, nor offering an explanation for why she had stripped naked in front of her cousin in the first place. Being a clever young woman, she kept her cousin on the defensive. "Oh, please don't cry, Polly." She sighed. "I certainly don't think less of you for it. I loved your mouth on my pussy, too!"
Polly lifted her flushed, tear-streaked face. "You-you did?"
"Yes, I really did!" Polly's voice reached a girlish twang as her older cousin drew her close once again, and Polly could smell the sweet fragrance of her womanliness as she cried onto Sylvia's warmly soft skin.
"Polly, let's face it," Sylvia said with a soothing, adult tone of consolation. "We are both of us highly sexed women. We're not little girls playing with dolls anymore. There's no shame in that, is there?" Her arm that had been wrapped around Polly's shoulder now dropped to the tremulously inviting mounds of her breasts and gently began to massage one of those twin voluptuous spheres with gentle tenderness.
"And there's nothing at all wrong with having more than one way of getting off sexually. I mean, why the hell should a guy be the only one to satisfy you? Women have to learn to depend on each other."
Polly could not refute the mature logic of her cousin ... but at the moment she couldn't even begin to offer a rebuff because now her tormented mind was even more confused by the warmly caressing hand manipulating the softly supple skin of her voluptuous breast. "Sylvia ... what are you?"
"I'm trying to convince you that you've done nothing wrong," Sylvia answered firmly yet comfortingly, her arm now pulling Polly down until she lay prone on the floor staring up at her sensuous brunette cousin with the look of a small, frightened animal. "You've got one hot little cunt up between your legs, Polly, and the sooner you start to realize its full potential, all the better for you! You'll be so popular once the word gets around that Carl's gonna be fighting off the guys like crazy!"
Sylvia could feel the rising tides of passion in her own body and although her young blonde cousin didn't seem yet to be more than a mute accomplice to her sexual explorations, she didn't protest, either!
Sylvia lay on the warm rug before the fire next to her naked cousin, appreciatively studying the hills and valleys of her voluptuously contoured body. Yes, it was no wonder Cagey had the hots for this girl! The young brunette stretched out her arms and began massaging the upswinging young breasts of her cousin, one with each small but expert hand. Quivers of shivering desire began to ripple through the young blonde's alluringly naked body as the other woman gently caressed and kneaded at the soft, cream white flesh of her naked breasts and she could feel the beginning stirrings of fiery desire seeping into her loins ... already that tell-tale moisture began to burn down the smooth sensitive flesh of her thighs!
She could hear her cousin moaning with pleasure above her and suddenly she felt her own legs begin to spread wide in open invitation to the sexual stimulation of her cousin.
"Do you see what I mean?" Sylvia crooned softly. v
"Oh, yes, yes!" Polly nearly shrieked.
"Then let's have a good time together tonight? Just you and me ... and Cagey? By the time the night's over you'll have more experience than ... well, just about as much as I've had, and when creeps like Paul don't know what to do with their cocks, we can depend on each other for satisfaction, right. . . and Cagey, too." She winked at her pet animal.
Polly moaned, listening to the sighing-like breathing of her curvaceously naked raven-haired cousin. "Oh yes, Sylvia!"
Suddenly, the enormous German shepherd was beside them, looking down like a wounded puppy at the nakedly panting brunette. Sylvia reached a hand over to him, stroking him lovingly along his strong, muscular young flanks. "That's okay, big boy," she cooed softly to him. "We haven't forgotten you. We'll let you in on the fun, don't worry!"
And then she returned her attention to her beautifully blonde young cousin. Cagey may have felt a little ill at ease, but Sylvia felt a delirious stab of excitement rip through her naked body as she warmly massaged the twin peaks of Polly's sensuously tempting mounds of flesh, taking the nipples between her fingers and teasing them into vibrant, vividly pulsing erection! She heard her young blonde cousin moan with sublime pleasure, saw the young blonde's legs slowly sliding helplessly apart in anticipation of the even more lewdly exciting delights that were to come. It had been a long time since Sylvia had felt the wonderful thrill of making love to another woman, many, many months since she had warmly caressed another woman's breasts or let her tongue flick wet and wild up into a softly inviting cunt! Tonight she was in heaven.
Suddenly, Polly felt Sylia's warm skin on her own and felt the dark-haired girl's body sliding down over her own. Polly saw her then kneeling on the carpet between her own obscenely spread legs and she could feel an instant shiver race through her nakedly trembling body when Sylvia ran two tantalizing fingers along the smooth soft skin of her inner thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh! Syyylllviaaa!" the young blonde moaned as the fingers warmly traced delicate little titillating patterns along the velvety creaminess of her thighs. And then a new shudder of salacious desire swept through her as Sylvia's eagerly probing fingers first came into electric contact with the soft, moist folds of her aching cunt! Oh, she's going to touch me there! Oh yes! Yes! Oh, it will be so wonderful because her fingers will make this awful, gnawing anguish disappear!
And Sylvia continued her tantalizing play around Polly's lovely pink pussy, alternating little tickling motions with slow circular ones in those luscious crimson folds, still moist from Cagey's penetrating sperm.
Sylvia could feel Polly's lust-provoked moisture sliding around her playing fingers as the young blonde became more and more wantonly aroused from the warmly gentle finger-fun, from the intense yet gently pressure of her erotically exploring fingers. Sylvia shifted, without moving her hand to lie down beside the nakedly undulating body of her blonde cousin, her own tantalizingly full breasts quivering and trembling from the mounting excitement crashing through her loins. A new shiver of pleasure raced through Sylvia as she leaned down and felt the soft skin of Polly's thighs against her own hard, distended, rose-hued nippled buds, and then, Sylvia pushed herself up between Polly's legs and brushed and swayed her breasts against her tender inner thighs again by moving her body slowly, deliberately provocative, from side to side, while her fingers played joyfully at the warm, wet fold of Polly's moisture-drenched pussy.
"Ohhhhhaaauuuuggghhh!" Polly moaned, no longer knowing or caring about anything except the tantalizing fingers that were sending flashes of pussy flaring sensation searing through her nakedly undulating body. Her own cuntal channel was by this time well-lubricated and the inner muscles were contracting convulsively as Sylvia then wormed her two center fingers into the wetly surrendering channel up to the palm of her hand! Now her other hand went to Polly's roundly smooth buttocks and slowly smoothed around the lush full moons while her serpent-like tongue toyed around the gently indentation of Polly's navel!
"Mmmmmmmmm! Oooowww!" Polly cried, her eyes flying open wide now, watching the lewd ministrations of her naked cousin. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Cagey sitting obediently beside them, his eyes fixed on their naked contortions, his long pink tongue lolling out of his panting mouth, patiently awaiting their next command to him.
But Cagey didn't keep her attention for long, because now Polly could feel Sylvia introducing still another finger into her hotly enveloping cuntal opening, plunging up and through the ring of her wildly contracting muscles into the pink soft-walled depths of her raging cuntal furnace. The young blonde reflexively arched her back in welcome to Sylvia's cunt-plundering fingers and she could feel the rising pleasure of rampant sexual desire quivering in her belly while her buttocks were being gently, salaciously squeezed in a tempo to match that of the salaciously circling fingers fucking up into her openly spread cunt!
"Ummmmmmm ... you like that?" Sylvia moaned above her.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes!" Polly cried, feeling her own body going almost out of control with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. Delightful spasms began now to wrack her body as she bucked and rocked beneath the steady, expert hand of her young brunette cousin ... the hand that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it molded to the wetly clinging contours of her cuntal walls. Her legs kicked out wide and back and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically rolling hips and the warm softness of Sylvia's tongue on her stomach was driving her frantic with lust-crazed desire. It was all so good ... so new and so different ... and so wonderful ... if it never ever stopped, that would be too soon! She felt the floods of moisture seeping down the alabaster flesh of her inner thighs and suddenly Sylvia's tongue was moving down ... down ... down.
Polly was no longer conscious of anything other than her own fiery needs. She let out a low moaning growl. . . her head tossed from side to side, wildly thrashing ... her hands went down to Sylvia's head and held it ... held it as Sylvia continued to tantalizingly lick at her steadily flowing cunt juices ... to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame-licked loins! Her lips mumbled incoherent grumbles now as she heard Cagey's whining whimper beside her and she desperately wanted him, too!
Sylvia's other hand now found the opening between Polly's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal opening. She wormed it in as far as the flat of her palm ... swiveled it around in the tightly clasping cavern ... wriggled it playfully and slid in and out of the warmly moist opening in rhythmic tempo to the fingers that were skewering still into the blonde's erotically seething cunt...
And then it happened. Sylvia heard a wild wailing emerging from Polly's throat. "I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!"...
* * *
Minutes later the two young women lay before the fire gently stroking each other's warm flesh. They talked of love, of sex, of men, and of special lovers ... As if reading Polly's mind, the alert German shepherd nudged the body of his mistress who lay on her stomach, her back warming by the fire.
"That's an idea! Sylvia, it's your turn now, and Cagey really wants you. He thinks you've deserted him!" Polly stroked her cousin's back, urging her to get up on her knees.
Cagey drooled as his eyes fastened on his mistress's fleshy white ass cheeks. Growling low in his throat with desire, he got up on his hind legs and staggered forward awkwardly, his feet digging deeply into the softness of the rug, until he was able to clamp his forelegs firmly onto her smoothly muscled young back.
The feel of the forepaws on Sylvia's bare back drove her wild with excitement. She could feel the saliva still growing in her mouth, and her pussy flowing copiously. "Oh, I've done it this way lots of time, Polly. This isn't anything new..." Sylvia said somewhat disappointedly.
In back of her, Cagey's large cone-shaped hardness had emerged like a red hot branding iron, shining and wet. It jiggled and jerked in the air before the panting, slavering dog could finally locate the wetly heated cleft between Sylvia's buttocks. It slipped and danced in this tightly clenched portal, dredging gasps of pure amazement and terror from the voluptuous dark-haired mistress. The dog snarled and then began working the slimly pointed organ up toward her fearfully puckering rectal passage.
"What are you doing, you stupid animal? That's the wrong place! Polly, stop him, he's hurting me! OH, God, make him stop!" begged Sylvia. But Polly only stroked her cousin's hair back from her face.
"It's okay, Sylvia. Cagey is gentle. If he wants to do it to you there, it's got to be okay. Just relax..."
Sylvia felt as if she was going to faint. Cagey's penis sent instinctive waves of longing echoing through her sensually awakening loins and anal canal in a natural female reaction. It was pure instinct that made her buttocks squirm lewdly backwards in search of his penis now, instinct for her body to want her sizzling anal passage filled. The swollen mounds of her breasts were by now throbbing with desire, her nipples had become elongated and erect. Her entire loins were aflame with obscene desire.
Polly was right! Sylvia could hold herself back no longer. Uttering a savage little cry of pure desire and release, she reached around in back of herself and grabbed Cagey's long animal penis, pulling it forward so that the tip of it pressed snugly against her tightly clenched little anus.
The big dog slavered and gasped, its haunches still struggling for a firm position in the softness of the carpet. His strong forelegs gripped tightly around her naked waist and hourglass hips, his slippery cock sliding effortlessly forward through her tight elastic anal ring!
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" Sylvia groaned as the penis began to push away her snugly fitting rectal walls. In spite of the initial discomfort, she pushed her buttocks backward, trying to capture more of the delicious hard cock. His long slender hardness seemed to fill up her very soul as it pushed its way slowly through her throbbing, softly resisting nether hole. The pleasurable shock of being filled up with Cagey's large, pulsating animal cock was like nothing she had ever imagined. Her nibbling anal channel wanted instinctively to gobble it up until it disappeared up inside her belly with Cagey's soft stomach fur bouncing against the marble smoothness of her backside.
"Daaarrrllling, Caaaggeey!" she whooshed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She wiggled backward, trying to impale as much of herself on his wonderfully exciting penis as she could, but the twinges of pain she was beginning to feel forced her to back off of it again. She moaned low and penetratingly, and kneeling beside her, cousin Polly chanted encouragements. "Relax, dear cousin, relax..."
Cagey was relentless, however. Digging into her bare white back savagely with his paws, he grunted, barked, and yelped as he hammered his rigid animal hardness forward into her snug rectal passage yet one more inch. For Sylvia there was still some pain as Cagey spread her tender nether opening with his gradually expanding penis. As moist and slick as it was, it was still throbbing with the hard ridges of his swollen veins, and she could feel every last iota of their savage pulsing pressure inside her futilely resisting passage. Still, though she could feel surges of animal-like pleasure overpowering the pain.
"Arrrrgghhh," she gargled throatily as his enormous blood engorged cock pushed forward into her softly yielding body. He was entirely inside her now, and with an expertness born of long experience, her wormed his slippery organ around inside of her to draw little cries of ecstasy from her lungs.
That Cagey took as a cue, and he began fucking madly into his mistress, ringing cries of lust from her lips. "Ahhhh ... ohhh ... Caggeeyy. Fuck me!" she sighed, groaned, and gasped, straining sluttishly beneath her canine lover. His pink cock disappeared up into her, then came out again with her puckering anal lips clutching it like a child's lips around a lollipop. Then he thrust his throbbing hardness up into her tight little opening again, bringing sharp cries of ecstasy from her open mouth. She gurgled and thrashed beneath this maddening fucking.
The seventeen year old girl undulated her hips back and toward him in small, pleasure-seeking circles ... actually abandoning herself totally to the breath-taking fucking she was getting. The feeling in her loins was too beautiful! Why had it taken this long for her to discover how wonderful it was to have Cagey's penis in her rectum?
With growing ferocity, rasping and grunting, the big dog continued to pump his wetly glistening penis in and out of her anus, shoving her face down onto the carpet with every obscene forward push. Sylvia ground her teeth in happiness, yearning for him to empty at last his scalding animal cum inside of her. She felt his sperm-laden testicles in their taut furry sac bouncing against her quivering pussy flesh, and the sight almost drove her out of her mind with lustful desire. She knew she had to cum soon!
Unprecedented sensations of animal lust filled her entire nervous system until she wanted to scream out loud. Cagey battered her virginal behind with a ferociousness born of his bestial lust, his painfully huge cock sinking to the immense full length, a relentless shaft of slippery joy filling her sensuously squirming belly with all of its wonderful hardness!
The young girl rotated her buttocks desperately over his powerful instrument with uncontrollable whimpering mewls, clenching and unclenching her hotly clinging rectal walls over the entire length of his heavily ridged cock with a masochistic cry of wanton pleasure.
And then suddenly she could feel her first anal-inspired orgasm come spiraling upward from the depths of her abdomen, sending jolt after jolt of wildly ecstatic sensations surging through her loins. In the midst of her writhing, she could feel Polly's presence as she stroked the hair back from Sylvia's eyes, cooling and calming her in a sisterly-shared bliss. Cagey's furious fucking was frenetically jerky and swifter than her addled brain could cope with! And then ... and then...
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm cummming!" Sylvia wailed.
Her clasping anal flesh clung like a tightened fist in a rubber glove to his huge hardness as the big dog suddenly began jerking and shuddering its deeply buried penis squirting hot gushes of animal semen to slosh around like liquid fire in the hungry bowl of her helplessly trembling young belly. Her rectum clasped hungrily around his cum-slickened rod as she felt spasms of unbelievable delight rippling through her teenage flesh totally unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her nether passage sucked and milked on his madly spurting penis while the brunette cousin writhed through her own rapturous orgasm, uttering sharp little cries of amazement and happiness, her flawless white flesh breaking out with sweat as her rectum swallowed all of Cagey's animal cum and then sucked upward on it to get more.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she wailed, her cunt and rectum both gushing out their liquid passion all over his sharply fucking cock, his rapidly emptying balls and lower belly, and flowing down the rounded cheeks of her trembling young ass, down her inner thighs, to fall onto the carpet below...
They fell asleep by the dying fire, all three of them, feeling secure in their circle of affection. None of them would ever have to be wanting for love again. Ever!
A LITTLE GIRL
Mrs. Miller wrung her hands. "I don't know what to do with that child. She eats nothing but sweets, she refuses to keep her clothes on, she stays up all night singing to herself. . . and, and just yesterday ... I ... I found her..." The anguished old woman bowed her head and closed her eyes, squeezing back the tears. Suddenly she gained composure, prompted by her husband's dislike of excessive emotion, and wiped her tearing eyes on the corner of her kitchen apron. Her eyes never left the roughly hewn bare oak kitchen floor. "Oh, dear Lord help us, but I found her with Spotty letting ... letting him lick her..."
In a swift moment of drama, she fell to her knees before her husband sitting on a straight-backed chair and folded her age-spotted hands over his gnarled ones.
Sternly, the Reverend Mr. Jessie Miller, stared down at his wife's bowed head. He'd failed to notice how old she was getting; her hair had turned gray in only a few weeks, it seemed. It used to be chestnut brown. He remembered that when he met her back in Abilene in 1864 she wore bustles and whittled in her waist with corsets. Now at 59 years of age she was flat all up and down like a two by four board.
"Don't be hysterical, woman. There's nothin' wrong with a ten year old girl letting her puppy lick her. Only natural. God made dog and man friends ... " His eyebrows, heavy and gray, knitted as he spoke.
Mrs. Miller wailed and shook her head violently, nearly undoing her hair which she wore in a pug. "Not ... not between her legs ... God didn't make that natural." Her body shook convulsively with trepidation of the almighty powers that had shaken her secure niche in life. "You're close to the Lord; you'll see fit to do what we must with our poor Sara." She paused. "I can't believe the Lord left that poor orphan on our doorstep to shame us. Why ... why the parishioners would throw us out lock, stock and barrel if they found out what Sara's been doin'. . . and we got nowhere to go. Years ago they would'a burned her as a witch..."
"Witches? Shush your mouth, woman! No adopted daughter of mine is filled with the devil. We lead a holy life, we've never done anything to bring on the wrath of the Lord. He never give us our own children, but we still praise him before takin' sup..." He stared above the wooden stove to where the portrait of Christ hung-one of the treasures they'd brought along with them on the covered wagon journey from Tennessee to Oklahoma. Its raggedy edges flopped like puppy ears from years of accumulated heat and greasy smoke from the stove below it.
He thought: Letting Spotty lick her between the legs? Oh, my Lord in heaven, the child is wicked! He tried to remember the last time he'd licked Mrs. Miller between the legs ... or tried. Pastor's wives, by tradition, were-supposed to enjoy that kind of love, and Mrs. Miller was no exception.
"Woman, you may be right. Remember," he said, patting his wife on the head consolingly, "the child is not of our blood. We found her on our doorstep and we took her in 'cause that was the Christian thing to do. We fed her, we brought her up accordin' to the Bible and the chastising hand of God, and now before we turn her out of the house, we have to exorcise the devil from her heart." His voice, low and exacting, cut like a sharp razor blade into Mrs. Miller's soft, buttery soul.
" . . .You ... can't! Oh, it's not good to play with the devil!" she shuddered.
"If she's cavortin' with the devil, she's gotta have a meetin' place," the Reverend calculated. "Where is the child now?"
"She's out ... in the forest . . .playing with her friends..." Her voice trailed off into a half whisper.
"Friends? I didn't know the child had friends..."
"Yes, but we ... we can't see them..."
That did it! The reverend Jessie Miller threw his wife aside like she was a bucket of potato peelings. "I'm gonna find that child and end this. Nobody in this God-fearin' house is gonna live without fear of the Bible, and there ain't nothin' in the Bible says anythin' about lettin' your dog lick ya." He snapped the razor strap from where it hung on a two penny nail next to the water bucket ...
* * *
Out in the fields chasing butterflies, ten year old Sara strolled along, occasionally raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She sauntered down to the creek that ran through the plot of land the parish designated as the Reverend's farm, down to its shady banks where she drifted under the trees, feeling the coolness like caressing fingers all over her body, and finally reached a sheltered place she knew. It was a spot where the creek widened out into a crystal pool that was hidden from all eyes by bushes, trees, and a natural embankment. Here, Sara kicked off her button shoes and waded ankle deep in the water, holding up her calico skirt; playfully kicking up a spray. Here, in the tiny glen, Sara felt she was safe to do was she wanted. Safe from the prying eyes of the stodgy, dried up Mrs. Miller and that nasty old fart the Reverend who kept staring out below bushy eyebrows as if she were the devil himself. Always, it seemed, he carried the intent of wanting to slash her with that damnable razor strap or hold her naked close to his wasted body. He gave her the shivers.
Why, she thought, letting the sand ooze between her toes, did I have to be put on the doorstep of a minister? Why couldn't it have been a banker, a saloon owner, or even a sheriff? I'll be sixteen by the time I can leave, and when I do, it's gonna be for good. . The young brunette hadn't counted on the spying eyes of the Reverend who had made his quiet way up and along the embankment, razor strap dragging along the ground like some black, winding snake. Jessie Miller stood looking down as Sara tossed her thick mane of black hair. He crouched down behind a tree on the top of the knoll and watched Sara sprawl in the grass and turn her face up to the warming sun. Her face was delicate, with a slender nose that ended in a provocative tilt. There was also a tilt to her wide-set pale green eyes. Her face was delicate and feminine, right down to the wide, fleshy mouth; all reasons why her adopted parents had suspected her to be the illegitimate child of the local dance hall girl. They thought anybody that pretty had to be wicked.
And it was the strong, curved body that excited the Reverend and made him chew on his beefy lips. He watched from behind the tree and saw Sara lean all her weight back on her arms, letting her head fall even further back so that her face and throat were presented to the sun. She raised one leg and bent the knee. The Reverend held his breath as he watched the calico dress slide over the knee and bunch in her lap to reveal all her virginally budding secrets behind the tight white crotch band of her too-small bloomers.
The Reverend stared as though mesmerized at the treasure, then blinked and wiped sweat from the palms of his hands by rubbing them on his trousers. Unconsciously, he gave the razor strap a snap.
Dear Lord, the child is waiting for the devil to come and take her. There's only one thing gonna save her now. The hand of God's gotta get there first.
Sara lolled back, then, as if an idea had struck, she listened for a moment, cocking her head to either side.
Sure, 'nough. She's waitin' for her meetin' with the devil.
He held his breath and felt his rapidly awakening old penis give a hard jerk in his pants as he saw her unbuttoning her print dress and pull it free of her creamy shoulders and gather it around her incredibly slender waist. The Reverend's mouth went dry as he saw her sitting with her budding breasts naked and free!
Jessie Miller almost yelled and his penis jerked again so powerfully in the tight confinement of his trousers that he bent over in pain!
The child hasn't a mark on her body!
His mouth went as dry as sand as he looked at her two nakedly free buds of womanhood with their tightly puckered nipples. Then she fell back on the ground, as if in a swoon, and dreamed of being sixteen and free. Oh, the things she would do! Nasty things the Miller's wouldn't let her.
The Reverend's hand swatted at the sweat forming on his stubbled upper lip as Sara sat up again and looked around with a dreamy expression. He sank back further, keeping one eye on her and one hand on his painfully tight groin.
Sara was feeling a little bold and wicked ... the kind of feeling that had gotten her mother in trouble. Supposing someone should come along? She smiled, knowing that no one would. No, she didn 't care if they did!
She cupped her nakedly quivering little breasts with either hand, touching them softly and intimately, her fingertips brushing across her already distended nipples, a thrill of lustful desire swept through her body, mixing smoky and brooding, in her young groin. Her entire young body seemed to, for a minute, throb with the hotly liquid desire of being a ripe woman ... a woman free of the Millers!
Sara almost lost her balance as she felt desire ripple through her body in increasing undulations as her fingertips brushed back and forth across her nipples. It felt so good!
The Reverend Jessie Miller watched, his cock rock-hard now and pressed throbbingly up against his stomach. The devil be damned!
Lust twisted his face as he watched the unsuspecting little girl gently teasing and exciting herself. He was right! He clenched his fists and crouched low behind the tree, preparing to charge in the name of God.
He was just about to go barreling down the hill when Jessie Miller froze, catching his breath in a audible way he was afraid she heard. The little girl was sitting up again and using her hands to push the dress down over her creamy white hips. He held his breath as he watched her rocking from one cheek of her buttock to the other, wiggling, writhing, lazily and brazenly as she slipped the calico dress down over her white bloomers, feeling so drowsy in the sun.
The Reverend licked his tobacco-cracked lips and watched her with her naked breasts caught between her arms, pressing her tiny cleavage deep. Her breasts were topped with cherry nipples, tautly tempting him. His eyes greedily took in her firmly flat stomach as she slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her bloomers and drew them down to expose her naked little pussy slit.
Jessie Miller felt his aging body quiver like a big cat ready to pounce. There she was before him, totally naked before the God and all his creation! He watched her breasts quiver elastically as she moved, lying down and stretching out in the hot sun. He saw her young naked loins moving enticingly as she stretched her legs. She's waiting for devil! he thought, his eyes drawn to her groin where her firmly shaped thighs met her nakedly tempting torso and the growing fuzz on her vee. His eyes fastened on that naked slit and he caught a glimpse of warmly pink cuntal flesh as she lazily spread her legs. Her pulpy pussy lips were already glistening and swelling even as he watched. His cock throbbed and lunged once like a wild cat seeking freedom, and he gritted his stained teeth hard in an effort at self control. He couldn't remember when he last made love to his woman, but he suspected it was back in 1879 and this was darned near the turn of the century.
Sara lolled back, her eyes closed, basking in the gently warming rays of the sun and thinking about how she would make her getaway on her sixteenth birthday. By then she hoped to have a big strong lover who'd carry her away on horseback and take her to Abilene, Oklahoma City ... someplace romantic like that. They didn't even have to be married...I just want him to take me away.
Those thoughts made her pussy grow moist with a throbbing itch, and her hands whispered over her ripely, straining breasts once more her fingers teasingly skimming back and forth, trying to bring back those good feelings that Spotty had brought when he'd licked her there.
Then she let her hands trail down, down over her stomach and over her navel to the vee of her loins. Her fingers lazily brushed back and forth. Oh, he'll do this to me, that wonderful man on horseback, she thought. She felt wantonly hot and she raised one knee slightly as her fingertips skimmed down the length of her wetly swelling slit. She felt the moist heat of her own cunt, and a tiny moan of delight escaped her lips.
Her fingers began tenderly probing and teasing her clitoris into an erect life of its own. She felt a rippling wave of erotic pleasure tingle through her naked young body as her cuntal lips grew wet and felt itchy. She felt so devilishly wicked as she allowed her hips to jut obscenely upward while her finger slid up and down the heatedly lubricated slit in a faster, faster rhythm.
A crash from the embankment and a slash of a whip against a tree made the young girl sit bolt upright, a strangled cry frozen in her throat. She didn't have time to run before the Reverend
Jessie Miller crashed on top of her with a savagely guttural snarl. Sara was knocked completely over, her naked loins flashing, her young breasts bouncing. They rolled over and over under the impact of his charge and ended up right next to the pond, with the Reverend on top of her.
Sara was seeing stars, and her lungs felt like they were on fire as she gasped for breath and tried hard not to pass out. She opened her mouth to cry out but the Reverend clamped his hand roughly over her mouth. "No screaming for the devil," he snarled. "I know ya been possessed by Lucifer hisself, and I come to save ya'. " His wild-eyed face was only inches from hers. "You call for the devil for help, and I'll whup the evil outta ya with that razor strap!"
The words were hissed, spat out in her face, and her whole body tensed as she tried to shrink away from the infuriated preacher who called himself her father. He gradually removed his hand from her mouth, keeping one finger held up as a warning. Slowly, he removed his weight, getting up and allowing her to catch her breath with her chest heaving up and down in front of his eyes. She watched the Reverend Jessie Miller with wide-open eyes as he began taking off his shirt. She saw his flabby chest as he pulled off his trousers, then struggled out of his long underwear.
She gave a gasp of horror as she saw the hugely obscene sac of hairy testicles cradling his old, half withered penis. Her hand flew to her mouth as he stood nakedly menacing over her. He held that cock lightly with one hand, so that Sara could see the bulging veins running down its length, and as she watched, her heart pounding, he pulled back the tautly tight sheath of foreskin and the head ballooned out, red and shining. "I'm gonna use this as an instrument of God to pound that wicked Lucifer outta ya, child and then it will be done with!"
"No! I don't. . . know what. . . what you're talking about! You're the one who's filled with the devil!" she trembled, staring blindly at his wild looking penis.
"Shut up child! God sent me here to exorcise the wickedness from your body." He crouched over her, his voice grating, his long massively pulsating cock held firmly in one hand. "I'm going to force the devil out and put good inside."
"NO! HELP!" Sara rose up, crying out as she could. She never saw the razor strap before it hissed across her back, snaking a welt. Screaming, she fell back heavily.
The Reverend kneeled over her naked young torso, sitting on her stomach and slapped her face back and forth with his open hand. Sara tried in vain to ward off those stinging blows. He seized her wrists easily and bent her arms back above her head just as his tobacco-smelling mouth clamped over hers and she felt his hot tongue wetly probing into her mouth.
She tried to yell, but his tongue slid in her mouth and lewdly lashed at her own, making her fight for her breath. Despite her terror and pain, a certain pleasure rippled through her ten year old body.
The Reverend was grunting like a madman as he pulled his cruel wet mouth away from her bruised lips and hissed. "Hush child ... it'll be over with soon 'nough."
Again Sara tensed. He was wild with madness, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were hurting her wrists as he squeezed tightly to show he was serious.
The Reverend stared hungrily down at Sara's tiny breasts. With her hands forced up above her head and pinned there by his grip, her breasts were arched with her tiny cherry nipples right below his face. With a savage growl, he lowered hit hot mouth and clamped his tongue and lips over one erect little nipple.
"Noooo!" Sara moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she felt him first suck, then bite the nipple so hard she winced. Despite the pain, she felt an unexpected ripple of pleasure mix deep down in her loins ... a masochistic thrill at being so helpless while his mouth ravaged her chest, sucking and nibbling it into a tautly hot shape of its own.
"Ohhh, God, please stop!" she whispered, afraid to yell. She shivered with fear as his voracious old mouth moved over to clamp on her other breasts, and she felt that second nipple being sucked until it ached with a combination of pain and pleasure. She knew there were red teeth marks where before had been baby-fine flesh.
"Did I hear you call God's name?" the Reverend snarled. Lifting his eyes to heaven, he whispered, " . . .thy will be done..." and collapsed on top of her, feeling his thick cock hot and pulsating on her creamy untouched stomach.
Sara screamed again, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain and fear as she felt his cock pressing against her flesh. It felt hard and hot and thick and huge! He was going to hurt her!
She received another blow across the head for that scream, one that almost knocked her out. Dimly, her strength ebbing, she realized he was forcing her legs wide. She felt his powerful loins between her legs, and then her eyes opened very wide, and she screamed in pain as she felt the thick head massively pushing on her virginal, tight pussy lips. "Aaahhhh!"
His teeth tightly gritted, his lips twisting open wide, he thrust with all the brute strength he possessed. He was driven wild with the taste and smell of the devil in her. He felt the thickly blunt end of his cock spreading her wetly cringing cunt as he bore down hard. She whimpered weakly and the sound caused him to thrust forward with brutal delight; the more she screamed, the faster the devil was leaving her.
The flanged head of his cock plopped just inside her tight, hotly quivering little cunt with a tearing sound. Sara felt herself impaled on his heatedly pulsing penis. His massive cock head was buried just inside of her naked pussy and her cuntal lips were drawn tight as rubber bands around it. She was positive he was going to shove his massive maledom clear up into her belly and on past, on up into her throat itself. She trembled with fear, sending her cunt into an oddly pleasing quiver around the throbbing head. She smelled his sexual heat, and felt his huge cock like a throbbing piece of meat lodged in her cunt.
Slowly, with a cold-blooded brutality, Jessie Miller began pumping his hips-moving his rigidly thick penis like a huge piston plunging in and out of her tender flesh.
Sara couldn't move, and she gasped for breath and tried to keep from screaming as she felt the lust-thickened shaft spreading her cuntal walls until it seemed they surely were being ripped from clitoris to anus. She lay rigid, her cruelly violated young body trembling in spasms of fear and, and ... pleasure!
She was loving it! It wasn't the beautifully strong man on a horse taking her to Abilene, but he was taking her away from her lonely misery. At least it was something other than her dreary existence had offered before.
A thrill suddenly shuddered through her body a she felt her wetly pulsating pussy lips pinched in with each wonderfully heated thrust of his shaft. One each withdrawal stroke she felt them clinging to his hardened staff, and the obscenely exciting mental picture of what was happening made searing spasms of pleasure streak through her loins and caused her puckered little anus to tremble with delight. She loved it!
Her pain made her shed real tears and babble incoherently for the Reverend to stop. Her head thrashed from side to side, and she bit her lips against the increasing pleasure she was feeling with each deeper stroke of his hotly rampaging cock. She fought against the itching urge in her hips to pump them lewdly back and forth. The more she tried not to think of it, the more she enjoyed it.
There was something so thrilling about being so helpless while being fucked! She shuddered and her mouth fell wantonly open as she gave out a half-cry, half moan. The cry ended in a deep moan, a moan as rich and deep as a cello or the voice of angels.
The Reverend went crazy with that moan, fucking her insanely, his thick, wetly glistening cock slamming mercilessly in and out of her stretched ten year old pussy, his balls slapping rhythmically against her thrashing, softly fleshed, buttocks. He fucked her with all his might, and when that failed, he prayed to God for help; it seemed to be answered, for with renewed strength, he lifted her hips up off the grassy ground and slammed her down again, ramming all the way into her, feeling his cockhead slam against her maidenhead and then force its way to' bang against her cervix.
Sara threw her head back and thrust her nakedly straining breasts up at his face, all the while wantonly pumping her hips up and down. She was suddenly a lewdly writhing animal, curling her legs and arms around his hard old body in an effort to take all the cock he could offer.
Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and she moaned with an obscene delight as she gripped his hotly plunging shaft hard with her cuntal muscles. She saw his eyes squint with pain and delight. He grinned savagely at her, and then their needy mouths locked together while the girl ground her hips up into his hairy groin and bent her knees as much as she could offer.
The Reverend gripped her with all his strength and the help of God, his eyes bulging. He was going to give her the punishment she needed! He gathered his strength, his teeth gritted and showing off his tobacco stains. Damn, but she's tight!
He reveled in the rubber glove feeling of tightness he was getting in her moistly hot little pussy. She trembled ecstatically at his slightest movement, and he knew she was enjoying it! He could feel the rubbery tenseness in her cuntal lips and the taut exciting way her tiny erect clitoris stood up when his pubic hair rubbed against it.
They fucked, their now sweating bodies-young and old-locked belly-to-belly as they writhed and undulated. He crushed her with his arms as he gasped, "Praise the Lord!"
Her own reply was a low moan and her hips moved as if they were on ball bearings as she fucked back at him, working to match his thrust with thrust. She could feel his heavy balls slapping wetly against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks. Her cuntal lubricant had seeped down deep into her anal crevice as she fucked him with obscene abandon, more like a twenty-year old whore than a ten year old virgin. Her voice was low and girlish: "I love it, fuck it, hurt me, fuck me, rape me!" She was screaming with lust now, and it seemed his cruel hurting hands were everywhere at once, all over her body; at her hips, her thighs, her nipples, raking across her wildly thrashing buttocks and splitting her ass-cheeks open while a cruel stretching finger stabbed at her puckered little anus!
The Reverend closed his eyes and thought of nothing but getting rid of that dirty devil within Sara. They fucked, crushing the wild, sweet clover beneath their bodies, slipping and bucking across the slope until they were splashing in the water. II she drowns it's because the Lord decreed it! I ain't gonna stop now!
He fucked her as he felt her tensing beneath him and her moaning becoming deeper and more rhythmic; it was only then that he felt his own heated cum building in his balls to the point where they ached.
"Aaaaaggghhhaaa!" He felt her body suddenly full of a wanton strength as she arched up beneath him and her body began trembling deeply. Then she was fighting him like a game fish falling back into helpless spasms of searing ecstasy as her first orgasm convulsed her.
That was too much for the Reverend Jessie
Miller and, with a guttural roar, he came, pumping powerful spurts of his white hot cum deep into her cunt, filling her up so that it spurted out all around his wildly jerking shaft. Then grinning, he pulled his eagerly ejaculating cock out and let it flop on her stomach where it continued to pump sticky white sperm onto her nakedly rippling stomach.
She lay with her loins and stomach glistening with cum, completely relaxed, feeling like putty, feeling tired, very tired ... and a little uncertain about her emotions.
The Reverend rolled off her with a groan and lay catching his breath for awhile before he got up and slowly dressed. His clothes on, he looked down at the still naked Sara and spat in the water. "Come on, child," he said, buttoning up his shirt. "Yer mother's worried sick." Then he looked her square in the eyes and said, "That was the hand of God that filled yer belly with goodness. I hope you remember that lesson every time the devil calls at yer heart. Your body is God's house. It says in the Bible to fill it with joy ... that's what I done..."
Ten year old Sara pulled on her bloomers and buttoned up her shoes, then pulled her dress over her head and ran to catch up with her father who walked ten paces ahead, winding his way along the creek bank back to the house. Cheerily, she plucked flowers from their stems and stuck them in her hair, then picked a bouquet humming to herself and day dreaming about that man on the horse who would take her to Abilene one day.
The Reverend Jessie Miller stopped at the clearing where the willow trees grew thick and waited for Sara to catch up. When she was by his side, he reached out for her tiny hand and squeezed it. "Between you and me, child, if ya ever feel the devil is on yer tracks, ya let me know so I can chase him away ... like I done today."
Sara fluttered her eyelashes at him and seeing the twinkle in his eyes, she handed him a wild violet from her bouquet. "Yes, father, I promise."
THE TEACHER
Dora Higgins lit another cigarette. It didn't matter that she'd just gnashed out one that smoldered in the ashtray next to her elbow, and it didn't matter that she was wide awake on this Friday evening at twelve o'clock after a grueling week of teaching ninth grade at Bonnerville Junior High School. What did matter was the cause of this mad insomnia that shed five pounds off her lithe thirty-four-year old frame in two days and kept her black pupils dilated in a hopelessly neurotic state of wild, lustful excitation.
After ten years of teaching school, she'd discovered them: little boys. Their curiosity, their devilishly teasing, erotically pleasing sexual curiosity!
His name was Bobby and in half an hour he'd sent more thrills snaking through her loins than her ex-husband had managed in seven years of bed-sharing marriage. Somehow it didn't make sense. Nor did it make sense that she, his ninth grade teacher, invite him over after the football game. No logic prompted that invitation for him to stop by for a coke. She didn't care who won the tournament football game. All Dora Higgins wanted was Bobby Turner's fat pubescent cock stuffed in her nearly rusted pussy...
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Dora smoked the cigarette down to the filter, one eye omnipotently glued to the coo-coo clock hanging on her living room wall. He won't come, I know he won't come, she told herself. Go to bed, you fool. What are you going to do with him if he does come? Seduce him as you did in the ladies rest room at school? Take off your robe and stand naked? Let him pinch your tits and stick a finger in you pussy?
She couldn't believe it when the doorbell rang. The thirty-four year old woman wasted no time unlocking and opening her living room door after checking to see that her robe was wrapped around her. It was Bobby standing with his thumbs crooked in his belt and around him were three other boys, all with evil little smirks on their faces. More boys crowded in the door after them. The boys around Bobby, forcing their teacher to retreat were all smiling and nodding, their eyes mentally undressing her. None of them were over fourteen!
It was then Dora Higgins realized the folly of her enthusiasm. They all knew her, she knew them and their families, and they knew what she wanted from them. Bobby, the stinking little brat, had ratted on her!
Dora looked at the curly headed ninth grader fiercely. "You little creep! You told! You said you could keep secrets!"
Bobby laughed and sat on the nearest chair. "We'll talk about that later." He turned to his friends. From his manner, it was obvious he was their leader. "Where's the bottle?" He turned and grinned at a cowering Dora. "Before we get down to business, we're gonna have a couple snorts."
Dora licked her lips. "If you don't all get out of here by the time I count ten, I'm gonna scream and I'll scream my bloody head off. Don't think I won't!"
Bobby looked down at his fingernails and picked at them. He looked at her with a bored expression. "And then I'll tell Willard the town cop all about you and me in the ladies room and how you made me put my finger in you and ... "
All the boys laughed and one slapped Bobby on the shoulder. From their actions and attitudes, Dora could see they all had been drinking. That's why Bobby was late. "I don't care. I'll scream anyway!"
Bobby looked at her with narrowing eyes. "Mrs. Higgins," he said mockingly. "That's just about the worst thing you could do because me and every other guy here will swear you talked us into coming here and supplied the whiskey and was talking dirty. Contributing to the delinquency of minors."
Dora was beaten. Why, she asked herself, of all the boys in school did I have to seduce the lawyer's son? She couldn't believe her ears. How could a boy so young be so wicked? How could she have been so easily duped? Dora raised her fists, clenched and ready to strike, but knew it was no use.
All the boys laughed at her chagrin and one raised the whiskey bottle in a toast. "To teach!" They all laughed and passed the bottle around. Bobby took it at last and held it out to Dora. "Heck, all we want is a little party to celebrate the game and you can tell us all about prepositions and adverbs!"
"You little snots!" Dora's nostrils flared from indignation. She beat on Bobby's chest with her fists and stomped her feet, but nobody moved. "I said to get out of my house and I meant it!"
She struggled all she could but was no match for Bobby who threw her down on the carpet and sat on top of her and laughed. "You can scream all you want now ... and I'll sit on your face!" All the boys laughed and crowded around their teacher.
Dora looked up helplessly at the boys ringing her, at their smiling faces. "Give the lady a drink!" someone called. Bobby was handed a bottle and, with the help of several boys, they held her still and poured raw whiskey into her mouth. Dora gagged and sputtered and tried to spit it out, but some of it found its way down, burning her throat.
Bobby stayed on top of her with the boys crowding around. Periodically, they would pour more whiskey into her open mouth while they said, "Bobby says you're a pretty good fuck, that right?" and, "Bobby says you'd dig a party. You strip for us? That right?"
Dora resisted al long as she could; then the whiskey began to take effect. She could no longer concentrate on her anger. She became numbed and, after they had given her another drink, they let her up. She sat on a chair now and without resistance took the bottle from Bobby when he handed it to her and drank while the boys cheered her on.
Bobby crouched in front of her. He too, had been drinking and his eyes were glazed. " 'Member how you told me you liked young, hard cocks and that you'd like a party? Well, this is the party." Again the boys laughed, and Bobby motioned them all back. "Give her room. Teach is gonna do a little strip tease for us."
Slowly, Dora shook her head. She was drunk but she would die first before doing such an awful thing before these children. She was their teacher, after all. Thank God, she thought, I've had something to drink. Looking at Bobby, she now saw him as a monster, not the cute, innocent little boy whom she'd corralled in the ladies rest room at Bonnerville Junior High, the little boy who swore to secrecy, if only he could touch that warm patch of fur between her legs.
Looking at all the boys from her English class, she realized that she'd sorely misjudged them all, that they were all some kind of breed she didn't understand or even think existed. She felt that her whole life had been a stupid mistake and she moaned aloud, silently cursing herself for letting herself give in to those lewd thoughts that she was positive she'd divorced herself from when she'd divorced her husband.
Bobby stood up. "All right, I can see she's shy. Let's make her feel comfortable. Let's start the party off right." And with that, he started unbuttoning his shirt and the rest of the boys followed, grinning and taking off their clothes.
Dora sat, surrounded by the young boys, naked lithe young boys, their bodies exposed, and she could see that several of them were growing excited. She put her hands over her eyes but Bobby tore them away. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and Bobby crouched in front of her and held her by the wrists and told her what they were going to do. He talked dirty, saying fuck and suck and screw.
Dora opened her eyes, pleading, begging him to stop, for the lewd words were having a strangely arousing effect on her alcohol-befogged brain. She started and stared, like a rabbit hypnotized by the weavings of a snake as she saw the boys excited, as she saw erect cocks all around her and hands obscenely stroking them into stronger, more erect life. Her living room, where she would quietly sit and watch television, maybe curl up with a good book, had turned into a jungle of adolescent flesh-hard and fast growing flesh.
Young cocks on young beautiful boy bodies and the old thrill of what she had experienced with Bobby in the ladies room came back tenfold.
Bobby whispered in a low voice. "We're gonna do all those things I told you about before and more this time. Everybody wants to see your body."
A terribly obscene thrill ran through her dazed mind, and erotic feeling of sensuality so strong she had to catch her breath. Her mind reeled and she thought she was on the verge of fainting. Bobby held tight to her wrists as she looked around at the young boys with serious, intent faces. She knew they were all excited about the idea of being naked in front of their English teacher ... a full grown woman they were masturbating in front of so shamelessly.
One boy edged closer, offering his cock in his hand to her mouth and her lips unconsciously parted, for she remembered the taste and feel of Bobby's cock in her mouth and she remembered the urge and the excitement, too.
Bobby helped her to her feet. "Come on, how about a strip tease just like we talked about?"
Dora looked at his face, trying to focus on it through the fog of alcohol and passion. There was no doubt of it; the whiskey had loosened and numbed the only inhibiting part of her brain. She could feel the lips of her pussy down between her legs swelling in a tantalizing way and the nipples on her breasts grew hard and stood erect under her bra. Why not? she reasoned in a drunken reckless way. After all, it was what excited her; there was something deliciously lewd and sinful in being naked in front of her students. Looking around, the teacher told herself that this was what she really responded to and all the rest was a sham. Marriage was a sham, her husband had been a joke. She was an unconscious hypocrite, believing in things that weren't real.
This was real. It was unreal and lewd and pagan, it was an orgiastic nightmare in which someone could let all the barriers down and return to their original savage state.
Bobby let go of her wrists and Dora stood swaying for a second before one of the boys reached for her still covered breast. Bobby's hand shot out.
"Plenty of time for that." She going to strip for us and nobody's gonna touch her until she asks for it and believe me, she will!" he grinned with smug confidence.
Dora smiled blearily around the room. So many young eager faces, faces with the same expression on them when they came asking for permission to leave the classroom or wanting help with an algebra problem. Young boys with slim smooth bodies eager for knowledge.
Very well, she'd give it to them then, until they begged for more!
Slowly, as they all watched, she untied her fleezy blue bathrobe and held it open.
Greedy young eyes devoured her body: her proudly swelling breasts with their taut nipples under her lacey bra. Her smooth rippling stomach and her firm swooping thighs. Each boy looked at the curled mystery down between her thighs with the dark pubic hair showing like a shadow through her flimsy panties. Watching them looking at her, Dora rolled her hips suggestively and several boys began masturbating harder. Their voices were low as they said, "Look at Teach," and "Oh, I want to eat that. Me first!" And then, like an almost professional stripper, she took the robe off and held it out at arm's length and let it fall. Slowly, smiling teasingly, she undid her bra in back while the boys urged her hoarsely on. Putting one arm over her fully mature breasts, she lowered the straps of her 36C bra and let it fall to the floor, both her arms folded and hiding her naked breasts from view.
While several boys gasped, she moved closer, moving her hips in a wickedly sensuous way. She cradled her breasts, the nipples showing dark red in the scant light. She held them the way one might hold a kitten, kissing them and licking them with the tip of her snaking tongue. The boys groaned and panted and one of them moaned, then yelled. His fourteen year old cock couldn't stand that much teasing. One boy stood masturbating fast, his legs shaking in fine spasms. I'm cummming!" he moaned, angry at himself for shooting off too soon.
His orgasm ejaculated out, shooting out fine hot sperm onto Dora's naked thigh. She stood in front of him while the others watched and the boy squirted load after load onto her legs and stomach and finally, with a moan, sank to his knees.
While the boys watched, Dora teasingly smeared the hot white cum all over her legs and stomach, making sticky striated strands of it over her white skin. Turning her back to the boys, she bunched her panties up into the soft crevice of her undulating buttocks and smeared the remainder of the cum all over the now naked ass cheeks.
The room was silent, except for heaving breathing when Dora Higgins, ninth grade English teacher, turned around and grinned wickedly, sucking each of her fingers in turn between her roundly ovaled lips.
Bobby, wicked little Bobby, was in front of her, his muscularly athletic legs spread apart, his whole expectant body trembling with lewd excitement. He pushed her back against the sofa, and the backs of her thighs pressed against the edge of the sofa and she fell down onto it. Roughly, he grunted and tore off her panties and spread her thighs as wide as they would do.
His friends crowded around as Bobby used his thumbs to spread the lips of her pussy, revealing to them all the smooth pink walls of her cunt that glistened in the lamp light. "Would you look at that!" Bobby said in a breathy voice. "Those are the pussy lips I kissed in the ladies room at school. Jesus, they were juicy!"
"Don't look bad now, either," one of the boys laughed, giving his stubby little cock an extra jerk. As the boys crowded around and Dora closed her eyes tightly shut and stretched her legs wider, the boys looked closer, mesmerized, as if looking at the entrails of a worm through a biology microscope. Their eyes were round with awe.
"Is she ever ready!" one said.
"Let me fuck that!" another voice demanded.
"Not until she says so," Bobby's voice said, his tone rising in excitement.
Dora was lying on the sofa with her head thrown back over the edge so she couldn't see her students; all she could see was the rough, pebbly plaster covering the ceiling of her one bedroom apartment, which, until tonight, had not housed a man in years. It made her happy that her house was being reinitiated. It needed it, and so did she. They could do with her as they pleased. They could do anything they wanted with her, but, oh God, they had to hurry!
"Fuck me, fuck me, please," she said in a low, half-pleading voice. "Suck me, fuck me, screw me, eat me, do anything you want!" she said dreamily, her body tensed and eager for the multitudinous orgasms she knew she would begin to experience after these long months of using nothing but her finger for satisfaction.
"Beg for it!" Bobby demanded.
"Please fuck me, all of you fuck me!" Hearing herself begging to be fucked shot shame through her that strangely turned to a kind of masochistic joy and added to the fires already smoldering in her belly. It was true! She'd like nothing better.
"Beg some more!" Bobby's voice came to her as she began to play with her widely exposed clitoris, now the size of a pearl-stud button, sending spasms of intense pleasure shooting through her.
"I beg you, please fuck me, fuck the life out of me!" she groaned helplessly, hissing the words through tightly clenched teeth.
"Okay," Bobby's voice said, "and this time everybody is going to watch, just like I told you they would!"
Slowly she felt her cunt being opened again down between her widespread thighs, forced wide by the head of Bobby's feral cock. She began moaning, knowing that she couldn't stop. She began wiggling her buttocks hungrily forward, wanting all of his young hard cock in her, wanting to fuck him and feel his hard young body in her arms. Slowly, it sank in, pushing the smooth wet walls of her cunt in rippling waves before it, and two other boys had her ankles now, forcing them wider apart until she thought she'd be split in two. She hadn't been exercised like this in years.
"Look at that! She really wants it!" a boy whispered excitedly.
"Yes, yes, I want it!" I want all of you to fuck me! I'll give you all A's next term, just fuck me, NOW!" Dora cried out, moving her buttocks around and around in the most lascivious way possible to excite them further. Bobby plunged in deeper and began fucking in and out of Dora Higgin's pussy, making her pant: "Faster, faster, fuck me hard!"
Bobby responded with a grunt, cupping her firm rippling buttocks in both hands and pumping for all he was worth, his rough fingers finding her tight puckered little anus like a belly button and one of them popping in, causing her to cry out in pain.
She was too sexually excited to care about the pain and shamelessly rotated and ground her hips, thrusting up to get more of his hard cock in her inflamed pussy. The two of them fucked hard, with the boys cheering them on. Bobby was using all his strength, lifting Dora's back off the sofa and slamming her down again with a steady, thudding sound. Bobby yelled and Dora could feel his cock swelling against the super-sensitized walls of her hot cunt and she clawed the air begging. "No, no! Wait for me!"
But Bobby couldn't. He pumped maddeningly into her pussy and filled her hungrily quivering belly with warm-hot sperm. Then with a groan, he pulled free and staggered back.
He was immediately replaced between her legs by another boy and Dora gave a groan of gratitude as she felt a different, thicker but shorter, prick slip wetly into her pussy.
"Hell, a voice said, "I ain't gonna wait all night." A young boy, barely fourteen, came around the sofa and into Dora's view. He looked upside down from her reclining position and all the blood was rushing to her head but she could see his young erect cock and the sparse young pubic hair on his balls. She reached for them and cradled them lovingly in her hands. Then she softly felt the hardness in his rigid youthful cock, finally squeezing it in her hand. It felt so good, so warm and hard and even though she had done it only once before to her husband, she knew it would taste even better.
She opened her mouth and licked all around the head with her soft, wet tongue then eagerly took it in her mouth, her lipstick rimmed lips closing firmly and softly around it.
The boy went berserk and immediately began fucking in and out of her mouth as fast as he could. Dora reached behind him and cupped his buttocks in her hands and drew him closer with all her aroused strength.
Down between her widespread thighs, the faceless boy fucking her in the cunt gasped, "Look at that, look at her go!" He suddenly roared and came, his nails digging into Dora's buttocks as he pumped great cascading squirts of hot scalding cum into her cunt.
He fell away to be replaced by yet another cock. Dora wiggled her buttocks as hard as she could, her body covered with sweat and a strange lewd power coming over her. By being wanton and lewd, by excitedly doing what was driving her into a frenzy of lasciviousness, she was able to hold a some strange power over the boys and excited them into quick, but hugely satisfying orgasms.
The thought of all the boys watching as two of them were fucking into her cunt and mouth at the same time excited her all the more and she felt her own orgasm coming like a mighty battering ram. With her hands, she could feel the boy buttocks beginning to tremble and she sucked as sweetly and as hard as she could, eager for the first hot drink of cum to gush down her throat and join that of Bobby and the other boy who had already emptied their sperm deep down between her legs.
The body didn't disappoint her and came like a raging young bull in her mouth, and her cheeks bulged to accept every last drop.
The boy backed off to be replaced by another boy, Dora just having time to catch her breath and swirl her tongue around her sperm covered lips several times. She groaned with delight as she wetly ovaled her mouth over still another cock.
The boys were all talking in low voices now, crowding closer as Dora sucked and fucked, delirious now, nearing her own orgasm. Hands, young boys' hands were stroking her body. Then a mouth found its way onto her nipple and began sucking and biting. Then another mouth on her other breast. Then there were tongues licking all over her body while one boy fucked into her willing cunt and another fucked into her hot sucking mouth.
Someone took her hand and put a prick in it and she seized it eagerly. Then the other hand. Eagerly, she stroked the young swelling penises while tongues licked and caressed her body and nibbled maddeningly at her breasts and two boys fucked her.
This was heaven, this was all she ever wanted for the rest of her life! These boys could come and do whatever they wanted every night for the rest of her life! She'd do anything they wanted!
Dora went rigid, an orgasm was coming that was surely going to split her in two. She gave a muffled cry of fear before she lifted herself off the sofa and came and came again and again in great shuddering waves that left her thoughtless and helpless as the boys went on fucking her helplessly aroused body, one cumming in her mouth, another cumming in her hand and spilling hot, young boy semen over her body.
Then they all seemed to be cumming everywhere, all the time, their faces a blur and only their cocks coming into focus as one after another came and Dora kept cumming, hardly able to breathe, totally unable to control her body which jerked and twisted uncontrollably.
"Hold it!" Bobby commanded somewhere above her. "Let her up, that position must be killing her!"
They helped her up to a sitting position where her head lolled and she felt weak and dizzy. So much so, she gave out a little cry and Bobby propper her naked, sperm-covered body up and offered her a drink from the near empty bottle. Eagerly, she took it, choking it down.
"There's a couple of big pillows over by the fireplace. Somebody go get them," the kingpin called.
Dora got slowly to her feet and smiled vaguely at the naked boys around her. Few were taller than she, most of them were her own size and some smaller. In front of her, she saw the boy who had cum first, when she had stood in front of him and he had licked her nude breasts. With a smile and a soft, "Come here," she sank to her knees and took his soft young prick in her hands and put it in her mouth.
A few strokes of her tongue and a gentle sucking made it spring to life, swell, filling her mouth and growing hard. Dora was ecstatic; she knew young boys could recuperate much faster than older men.
Another boy was crowding near, pushing on her shoulder. Dora groped with her hand and grasped his prick and stroked it with her hand, feeling it grow under her touch. Then she turned to suck it while stroking the first one. As the boys crowded around, Dora turned on her knees. Always, an erect cock in front of her eyes eager to be sucked.
"Hey," a voice called from the rear. "How about me? I ain't had nothin' yet!"
The boys laughed and shoved forward another young naked boy who was barely thirteen and looking at Dora down on her knees with wide open eyes.
Dora loved his innocence and self-consciousness. She held her arms out. "Come here and I'll be good to you," she crooned. The boys shuffled forward and jumped, coltishly, when Dora touched his body. Dora laughed. It was enchanting to see them so eager yet so unsure. She pulled the boy forward while his companions urged him on. Gently, rhythmically, she began sucking his erect cock, holding it tenderly in both hands while everyone crowded around. The boy yelled and grabbed his companions for support as almost instantaneously he came into her mouth, springing like a young buck in summer.
Dora swallowed all of his sweet cum and licked the head of his cock clean. The boy fell away and then room was made as they brought the cushions out and set them up next to the sofa.
A young tousle-headed boy said, "I want to go down on her." That did it....
Dora was helped down on the floor and lay with her legs sprawled open while the boy crouched over her and legs, licking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Dora smiled up, her body writhing in slowly and sensuously circles, grasping other cocks in her hands while the boy hungrily licked her trembling pussy, exploring it with his tongue, probing deep, arousing her passion again as she crooned, "Oh, do that, that's lovely, do that some more, that's beautiful!" The boy licked away, his whole mouth covering her cunt and sucking on her clitoris until she moaned out in a shriek: "I'm cummming! OH, God, I'm cummmming!"....
And so on and on it went that Friday night after the victorious football game. There were more nights to come, several more to bring the ninth grade English teacher of Bonnerville Junior High to ecstatic heights. She lost eleven more pounds, appeared happier and less nervous.
Her students-the male ones, at least-worked harder and got better grades than ever before. They set records for the Spelling Bee contests and scored the highest of any other English class in the state.
But some thought it a little mysterious that only the boys got A's.
THE GAY SWINGERS
Harvey Jackson couldn't remember when he'd felt like such a goddamned fool. He'd pulled some faux pas in his time, but passing out from too much Scotch at his first swinger's party! Really.... Even he couldn't forgive himself for that. Christ, while everybody else had been pawing each other and pairing off to head for a motel suite, he'd sat snoring in his chair.
Well. . . hell, the used car salesman thought. I bought my way into this party to get a piece of ass, and I ain't goin' home till I get my cock sucked and I plug at least one of those sexy bitches I saw strutting around here at the cocktail party.
But where the hell were they? Except for a couple kicking behind the sofa-he could see only their arms orgasmically flailing and the insistent jerk of one leg-he had no idea in which of the motel suites he'd find that extra spare that matched his set.
With determination and blind lust of a young virgin buck in the springtime, Harvey Jackson set out to find his woman. Luckily, the reserved motel suites were all strung out in a row, all on the same level. The escort service who gave the event had rented the whole first floor. Hell, that makes it easy, mused Harvey confidently. Somewhere I'll find that sweet little honey just waitin' for ol' Harv to sock her a hard one. Shit, just wouldn't make sense there wouldn't be enough women. I got a mate out there someplace, and I aim to find her.
Harvey Jackson chugged down the dregs of his scotch and headed on out the door of the cocktail lounge in suite 101. A chuckle rose in his throat; he couldn't help but laugh about how he'd ended up at this "Swinging Singles' Saturday Night Party."
He'd done it on a wager. George, a co-salesman down at the Auto Circus where Harvey worked had been responsible. He and George had started talking man-talk some time last week:
'Seems like no matter what,' Harvey had complained, 'I just can't find the right woman. Either she's sweet and innocent as honey, or she thinks she's queen bee. Either way you lose; they won't let ya touch 'em.'
"Ah, hell,' George hastened his rebuke. 'You just aren't lookin' for 'em in the right places. Christ. . . ' he slapped his knee. ". . . I can think of a couple a hot ones off the top of my head.'
'Where the hell you meet em?' Harvey had wanted to know. 'Maybe I got bad breath or I'm not wearing the right cologne or somethin'. '
George had cracked up laughing. "Tell ya what fella, I'll give ya the name of a good partyin' club if ya promise to go.'
'Club?' Harvey had been incredulous. He wasn't about to pay for a night of love. That was something everybody deserved for free. Besides, it took the romance out of it, and for all his crass habits, Harvey Jackson was a romantic, born in the wrong era of history.
'Ya. You pay fifty bucks and you go choose your woman. Simple as can be." Then he'd stared his co-salesman level in the eye. 'Bet you ain't got the guts to do it.... bet you don't go.'
'What do you mean, I don't have the guts? Christ, I got through Nam, didn't I? They say if a guy survives the war he can get through anything....'
'Twenty bucks says you don't do it ... . ' George had seemed anxious to wager.
'You're on. Now give me that phone number and I'll come back Monday morning with a couple a notches on my belt.'
'How am I gonna know if you're tellin' me the truth. It's easy to lie about that stuff, you know ... . ' George had slapped a crisp twenty dollar bill on the hood of a car with a price written on the windshield in white shoe polish. 'You come back and tell me the color of the ladies snatch, describe the motel room, tell me the chick's name, and this bill is yours ... . "
Well, George, Harvey snickered to himself, get ready to hand that bill over, 'cause here I go. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and rattled the doorknob to Suite 102; it was locked. A few paces down the hallway, he tried 103's door and opened it a crack to see a couple undressing each other with their teeth. Now that's somethin I ain't never done, thought Harvey, his heart starting an African drumbeat in his burly chest. Conveniently, door 104 was open too. He cleared his throat: "Hey, anybody lookin' for a man in there?" A whip slashed across naked flesh in answer. Harvey slammed the door fast, feeling a little pale and weak.
What the fuck, he thought disgruntled. I Paid fifty bucks to get into this party, and I'm damned well gonna get something out of it more than a couple shots of scotch. He wondered if the 'escort service' he'd paid to get into this affair gave refunds. I'm fuckin' well gonna ask for my money back if I don't get laid.... He gritted his teeth.
Mentally, he reenacted the cocktail party, the little everybody-get-to-know-who's-going-to-screw-you party-the one he'd gotten drunk at-looking at all that loose pussy-trying to remember how many people there were. He divided that number by two, and felt assured there had to be one for him ... somewhere.
He hadn't even touched the doorknob on suite 105 when a faint giggle came from inside and a sweetly innocent voice whispered huskily from the semi-darkness within: "Come in, lover ... I've been waiting for you ... . "
Now this is more like it, grinned Harvey, licking his lips and straightening his tie. But commonsense took over ... painfully: everybody took first choice, and I fell asleep. That means I get the leftovers. Jesus, his chest tightened. She's probably got buck teeth and acne and saggy tits. Poor little thing's probably been in there all alone trying to get off on her dildo and finger. She heard me in the hallway and invited me in.
It's this or no thin', old boy, he told himself and shoved open the door.
Harvey gasped and hesitated a moment, but he wasn't able to resist staring at the woman as she stepped back to let him enter. She was wearing a frilly dressing robe that he could almost look right through, and the way it gapped open at the top, he got a good look at her full white breasts swelling out so delightfully under the thin material. He was sure that she wasn't wearing anything else. Level blue eyes looked out at him over a little snub of a nose, and her sensuous wet lips smiled at him invitingly. Her silvery blonde hair was combed down straight to her shoulders. She could have been a centerfold for Playboy, or a Hustler model.
Then he saw her! A second woman with jet-black hair smiled up at him from the bed. She was completely naked, her voluptuously ripened body arranged provocatively, and he couldn't miss the vision of her full-mounded breasts, the pink nipples standing erect already, the nipped in waist, curving hips and softly tapered thighs of a thoroughly desirable woman. Harvey stopped short, staring with unabashed manly interest. The door swung shut behind him and he heard the dead-bolt lock click home. What the hell! Two of them. . . ! Probably a couple of lesbians ... just my luck! But beggars can't be choosey....
Fear set in. "Excuse me, ladies ... but I don't want to break up your fun and games!" He turned back toward the door, something telling him he'd better leave, now!
Bella was loosening her robe. She introduced herself as she did so. The front of it now open, revealing the supple willowiness of her lushly mature body, and his eyes swiveled to take in the beauty of it, also aware at the same time of his rapidly rising penis down below as his hotly pounding blood charged into it.
"We were hoping you'd want to stick around and watch...." Bella told him with a lewd little smile curling her lips.
Christ! They're a couple of kooks! "What makes you think that?" he asked, knowing already that he would stay ... that dynamite couldn't get him out of there now.
The woman on the bed spoke for the first time. ". . . Because we think that most men like to watch."
"My friend's name is Chara...." Bella told him.
Harvey nodded mutely toward Chara, on the bed, as the introduction was made.
Her robe off now, Bella walked nakedly toward the bed, and Harvey couldn't keep his eyes off of her sensually rippling buttocks and long, smooth, tapering legs. "There's just one thing we have to know for sure!" she told him.
"What's that ... . "
"Are you Harvey Jackson?"
"Yes ... " he answered, then asked, "What's that got to do with it?"
"We just wanted to make sure!" Chara told him.
The two women exchanged glances, knowingly, and Bella said, brightly. "Okay! That's good enough for us!"
The used car salesman watched as she lay down on the bed beside Chara, one of her tiny, white hands reaching out to caress the black-haired beauty's ripely firm breasts. He came to the foot of the bed; looking down at them, he asked, "Are you going to tell me why you asked if I was who I am?"
"We'll explain later!" Bella said, "meanwhile ... maybe all of us can have some fun ... if you're interested!"
"I thought you wanted me to watch ... ? " he asked, somewhat daunted, feeling more than awkward and thoroughly innocent of knowing how to go about jumping into a three-way.
"Oh, we do ... but if you get any ideas ... well ... feel free ... you know?"
He was getting ideas all right! Below, his rapidly thickening cock was throbbing to full erection. The two voluptuously naked women were facing each other now, lying on their sides, their full firm breasts pressed close together, and below, he saw their smoothly rounded loins straining against eacJi other, Bella's golden-haired, triangle rubbing in eager little circles against the darker, curling hair of Chara's loins, whose sleekly curving thighs were slightly spread, allowing the blonde's softly tapered thigh to slide up between them. Damn! It was really giving him ideas! Maybe they're both horny ... both of them working together. . . getting their excitement that way. Sure, I'm interested, but Jesus, two at a time. . . ? He was dubious. Of course, I could be wrong! Maybe they just get their kicks having somebody watching them....
The two women's mouths melded together in a deep, tongue-jousting kiss. Both women, he noted had closed their eyes, while their hands were roaming caressingly over the naked contours of each other's body. He could only watch for another moment before he knew that he would have to jump in....
Still standing at the foot of the bed watching the two nakedly writhing women, Harvey had begun to divest himself of his clothing. It didn't take him very long until he stood there with his clothes strewn around him, the rock hard shaft of his pulsating cock standing up at an acute angle. Then, he crawled up on the bed, his itching hands reaching out to begin a caressing exploration of each of the women's satin-smooth, warmly vibrant bodies.
Their kiss was broken momentarily, as Chara looked up at him through smoke-gray eyes and murmured..."So, you are interested?"
"You're damned right I am! You expect me not to be?"
"Not really!" Bella said.
He pressed up close to her, and she began fondling his now painfully pulsating cock, her fingers moving along its thick length appreciatively.
"You know George ... George Greely?" Chara asked, nuzzling up to him.
"Sure I do.... Hell of a guy that George ... good sense a humor! He's the one who sent me here. Said if I couldn't get laid here, I might as well throw in my balls ... . " He looked puzzled. "You know 'im too, huh?"
The young used car salesman was wary now. He didn't understand these two women at all, couldn't divine their motives, but he was so heatedly aroused now that it would have been almost impossible for him to walk out on them. Chara's hand was caressing him to even greater hardness. "Relax, darling, Harvey!" she murmured.
.... Then, Bella was moving. She was up on her knees and reversing her sensually naked body, forcing Harvey to move aside, as she threw one leg over Chara's head to straddle her in the classic sixty-nine position; then spreading her firm satiny thighs, she lowered her hair-ringed pink pussy down over the black-haired woman's face. Instantly, as he watched avidly, feeling the quickening of his own breath and the surging pound of his racing blood, he saw Chara's pink tongue snake out sinuously from between her lips and lick up toward the coral-pinkness of the moisty hovering cunt above her head. "Christ!" he breathed, as his wildly throbbing cock jerked involuntarily. "Chee-rist!" god! He would have loved to be doing that himself.
Chara's faintly quivering thighs were spread wide, and Bella's head slowly lowered down between them. Harvey shifted his gaze to watch. He saw her tongue lash out to bury itself in the wetly glistening cuntal opening. Chara shivered with a lewd delight, and Harvey was aware of the mewling humming sounds coming from their throats as well as the obscene sucking noises as each hungrily tongue-fucked the other. Hell! There was nothing he could do except caress their sensually writhing bodies. He did that.
"His hand went out between the two soft warm bodies, first to the kneeling Bella's, where he fondled her ripely dangling breasts and dug his fingers into the smoothly pliant flesh, cupping them up and rolling the hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Then, he saw that he could use both hands. He slid his other hand up over Chara's tautly rippling belly to her chest to knead and caress the quivering softness of her full-mounded breasts. He was getting so hotly aroused that he was beginning to wonder whether he could last through it. Of course, never in his life, had he thought he would ever have the chance to fuck two such sensually attractive women at the same time. He thought about that: No, It's impossible! Fucking them one after the other is what it really is! That means. . . I've got to hold back. . . until the second one's ready to cum! He just hoped to hell he could do it!
Now, Chara and Bella were wildly grinding their wetly glistening pussies into each other's faces, and their breathing was raspy in their throats. Christ! They're both turned on ... and so far gone that might start cumming any minute!
They seemed to realize it too, for Chara was struggling to push Bella's savagely writhing cunt up away from her mouth and making strangling noises in her throat.
Finally, Bella raised her head from the other woman's visibly pulsating pussy, her lips glistening moistly from the perfumed lubricant flowing from the black-haired woman's hotly seething cunt.
"Oh, God!" Bella muttered. "I almost forgot.... It was so good ... I just wanted to go on and on!" She scrambled up from her position over Chara and said throatily to Harvey ". . . But, I do want to finish up by being fucked half to death by that big hard cock of yours!" Her eyes were riveted now on his massively throbbing penis as she straightened herself around on the bed and lay back nakedly supine, her thighs spreading wide in an obscene invitation to be fucked. "Come on, Lover! Stick that beautiful prick in me, now!"
Harvey immediately crawled in between her thighs and started to lower himself between them, when Chara gasped out her objections. "No! Damn it! I'm ready for him to fuck me, too! I've got to have him!"
Unexpectedly, Harvey found himself in the enviable but unfortunate position of. having to choose which one to satisfy first of the two fully aroused women. "Christ!" he groaned, not really sounding unhappy about the situation. "I can only fuck one of you at a time! The other one'll have to wait!"
Beneath him Bella was reaching down between their naked bodies to tightly grasp his rampantly ready cock, and with a deftly expert hand she guided it to the moistly heated opening of her seething pussy; then, without warning, she arched her back and bucked up against him to force his lust-swollen cockhead just inside her hotly throbbing cunt.
". . . And, I've got him! I've got his prick in me already, Chara!" Bella crooned triumphantly, as her satiny hips undulated up to him to absorb another inch of his thick rod of male flesh. Then as an afterthought, she suggested, "You could use your hand and finger yourself, darling ... while you're waiting!"
Harvey couldn't wait! His impatiently pulsing cock was there already, half-buried in Bella's wetly clasping cuntal sheath. With a quick thrust of his hips, he drove his lust-hardened penis deep into her, feeling the delightful fluttering of the blonde's interior vaginal muscles all along his thick throbbing length. There was no stopping him, then. He began to fuck in and out of her heatedly quivering pussy with a smooth steady beat, hoping that he would be able to bring her to orgasm right away without cumming himself. Hell! I'm in for a real fix! He hated the position he had been forced into, yet it was no making of his own, being forced to choose between the two sexually aroused and bickering women. Christ! he grinned to himself. And I was afraid I wouldn't be laid, and now I've got more cunt than I know what to do with!
"No! Wait!" Chara cried frantically, putting her face down close, so that she was talking to both of them. "Listen to me! Harvey can fuck both of us at the same time! It's a weird position I read about in some Chinese sex book! A friend of mine was reading it to me. . . and I remember, now ... I remember what it said!"
Harvey was interested in what she was saying, even though Bella's rapidly ripping vaginal muscles were about to drive him mad. "How does it work. . . ? " he asked. "I've only got one cock to use!"
"You'll have to stop ... so I can show you!" Chara's voice was urgent and her hand had stolen down to her wetly aroused pussy, where she used her finger to rub caressingly down one side of her pulsing little clitoris. "Oh, please? Stop. . . ! We can do!"
Harvey stopped. He was deeply affected by the urgency of her need, her sobbing cry for fulfillment ... to be included in the finale.
But, Bella, writhing beneath him, was so far gone that she screamed out, "Oh, God, Harvey, darling, keep fucking me! You can't stop, not now!" Her fiercely grasping hands came down to his naked buttocks to pull him deep into her, while at the same time, her hips wildly gyrated up against him demandingly; then, as she was pulling her knees up until her thighs were pressing hard against the soft, pliant mounds of her breasts, which were now lightly covered with tiny droplets of sweat signifying her full sexual arousal. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Hard!" she moaned out piteously.
"Let's try it!" Harvey said, making his own decision. "I've never fucked two women at the same time, and I'd like to see what happens. This should give ol' George a charge, huh? Wait till I tell him...." Chara snickered and winked at Bella.
Huh? What the hell? thought Harvey. What's so goddamned funny. . . ? He brushed aside his momentary concern and raised himself up on hands and knees, pulling his long, wetly glistening cock out of Bella's lightly clasping pussy. He didn't want to stop the delicious fucking of her any more than she wanted him to, but if there was a solution to this dilemma, one that would include Chara, he wanted to try it.
Futilely, the loudly wailing Bella tried to hang onto him, but he pulled himself clear of her grasping hands and wantonly writhing hips and legs to growl, "All right, Chara, show us this so-called Chinese position!"
Mewling joyous sounds in her throat, Chara was already moving to obey. "It's really very simple ... according to the directions I read in that book!"
As she faced Harvey, she slowly sat down on the blonde's belly, her back to the other girl's face. Then she lay down backwards, her own back pressed tightly into the nakedly trembling breasts of Bella beneath so that the openly spread cunt was directly above that of the blonde's below.
Harvey understood instantly how it would work, and crawled in between both women's widely parted thighs, as Chara pulled her knees up and spread her legs even wider. Looking down, he saw both their hair-fringed, wetly waiting pussies, one above the other, only a couple of inches apart. Chara's dark-haired cunt, its pink inner layers flowered open to receive his hotly pulsating cock, contrasting sharply with the blonde softly curling pubic hair of Bella's moistly quivering cunt below.
"Christ!" he exploded in surprise. "It is possible to fuck you both at the same time!"
"Come on, Harvey! Fuck us, now! First stick your cock in me ... then pull it out all the way and fuck it into Bella's pussy ... then back and forth ... between us!" Chara panted in lewd anticipation.
"Oh God! Hurry up and fuck us!" It was Bella from below.
With an ecstatic willingness born of the erotically mind-boggling spectacle of two soft warm cunts waiting hungrily there for his painfully throbbing cock to start fucking them, Harvey slammed his hips forward and drove his long hard penis straight into Chara's impatiently waiting pussy, going deep and hard, and feeling her hot inner walls cling to him as his lust-incited cock's head flicked past her cervix and struck the far back of wall of her cuntal sheath. Pulling his madly pulsating cock all the way out of her eagerly churning pussy then, he tilted his hips downward slightly and plunged again into Bella's wetly seething cuntal opening below. All three of them groaned in a wanton delight as they visualized the lewd spectacle they were participating in.
This is too fucking much, thought Harvey, aglow with lust. Wait 'til George hears about this!
.... Then, he began to alternate, driving first upward into Chara above, then downward into Bella below. After several thrusts he began fucking each of them deeply and accurately. At first, he was aware of the differences between their wetly clasping cunts, but after a few moments it was hard for him to know into which pussy he was thrusting.
Bella's hands came up between Chara's arms and cupped the firmly dancing mounds of the black-haired woman's breasts; she began caressing them and rolling her coned-out nipples to an even harder erection. Chara shivered and moaned in lewd delight and Harvey saw that the blonde's lips were fervently kissing Chara's back and neck.
Slaving away above them, Harvey tried! God! How he tried! He slammed his thick, lust-hardened cock alternately into each of their eagerly grinding pussies, knowing that time and the intensity of his wildly exciting passion was going to catch up with soon in a spewing, mind-blowing orgasm as he felt the acid-like burn of it like a signal flare deep in his loins at the base of his hard thrusting cock!
Bella came! She screamed in full-throated rapture. "Oooooohhhhhh! I'mmmmmm cummmmmmmmminnggg! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Her naked young body below, convulsed, long legs thrashed, and she thrust her wetly quivering cunt up at his thick impaling shaft with such fury that she lifted Chara and Harvey completely off the mattress. He rammed into her deeply then withdrew to thrust his moistly glistening penis into Chara's wildly clasping cunt above. In the next instant, he was stroking into Bella's softly heated cuntal flesh, and she moaned aloud, "Oh, God, Harvey! Shove your prick in me ... just a couple more times! I'm ... I'm ... Ohhhh!"
He did. He stayed right there with her, punching in now wildly vibrating cock into her several times in succession ... and she came a second time with an unearthly, banshee shriek of pure pleasure. "Aaaaggghhhhhhggghhhhhh! Oh Goddd!"
Quickly, he withdrew from Bella's frantically quivering cunt and thrust it upward deep into Chara's hotly clinging pussy above, where with several non-stop jarring strokes, he brought the dark-haired woman rapidly to the brink of release.
"Oh, that's it! Harvey! Oh, God, Harvey! I'm going to cum, too! Immmmmmmmm ggggggooing to cummmmmm!"
As Chara convulsed, her legs flopped lewdly out to her sides and her eyes swam unseeingly while delicious ripples of relaxing muscle spasms surged through her nakedly orgasming body.
Damn! Both of them! They both came! Hot shit, George, kiss that twenty bucks goodbye, you old fart! The used car salesman was overjoyed. Then he simply let go and his wildly jerking cock pumped deliriously as his white hot semen hosed through the long length of his still thrusting penis to jet from the tiny slit in its tip. Satisfied sexually ... and intensely happy with himself, he enjoyed the ecstatic sensation of his sperm ejaculating deep into Chara's hotly nibbling cunt. "God!" he grunted with heartfelt joy. "God, that was something else!"
He forbore the desire to just collapse on top of the two naked women, but he knew that his added weight on top of Bella would be too much for her. Reluctantly, he pulled his rapidly deflating cock from Chara's tightly clasping pussy with a lewd wet sucking sound. He rolled to his side and Chara followed suit, shifting so that Harvey lay nakedly stretched out between them.
It was several minutes before any of them spoke.
Her breathing under control, Bella reached out to caress Harvey's chest and murmured. "Well ... it worked ... after all. . . and you're really quite a man!"
". . . Despite what George says..." snickered Chara.
"What ... the hell ... " Harvey Jackson sat up straight. His eyes narrowed and his jaw fell slack. "What do you mean 'despite what George says'...."
The women looked at each other and laughed. "How do you think we knew who you were, silly? God, we thought you'd never wake up in there. We're friends of George's. He called us up and told us something about him making a bet with you and asked if we'd do him a favor and keep an eye on you, so we decided there's no better way to keep an eye on you than to fuck you, isn't that right, Chara?" Bella said in one breathless sentence.
"That's right, Harvey, baby. And just for a souvenir, we have a little gift for you." Chara sat up cross-legged. "Flick the switch, Bella...."
Naked, Bella swaggered to the television screen on the blonde wood vanity and flicked a switch.
Harvey's eyes popped wide as he watched an instant replay of himself walking into the bedroom suite, still dressed. It progressed with the two women making love and then all three of them fucking together.
"I'll be damned..." is all he could say. "I guess that's proof enough for old George that I could get it up! That sneaky son-of-a-bitch." Harvey shook his head with incredulity and chuckled to himself. Then he took one look at the beautiful naked beauties sharing his room and feeling his cock give an extra lunge toward them, he suggested:
"Well, ladies, what you say we film one for George, huh?"
"You're on, honey ... you're on...."
"Anybody up for a little ass fuckin'? "
The women's eyes widened and they exchanged winks. "Baby, you know how to please!" answered Bella, getting up and turning knobs on the video machine hidden in the television set. "George's gonna blow his wad when he sees this film."
". . . Not until he gives me my twenty bucks." Harvey smiled at the hidden video camera that was now on and recording, and flicked his friend the bird with his middle finger. ". . . And this is for you, George...."
VIRGIN'S LAMENT
"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" fifteen year old Mikki Jefferson's father wanted to know. From the day Mikki strapped on her first training bra, there hadn't been a moments' peace in the household. Now there was no keeping the girl at home.
"Out," Mikki said, haughtily tossing her shoulder length wealth of sunshine blonde hair and prancing for the door.
"The hell you are! You're gonna stay right here and help your mother with the dishes!"
"Go to hell!" The door slammed behind her.
Bitch, bitch, bitch ... all they do is bitch! Ti would serve 'em right if I stayed out all night. As a matter-of-fact, I think I will. They treat me like a slut, and I haven't even gotten laid yet.... Now that's an idea!
Mikki's boots beat a rhythmic tattoo on the rain splattered streets as she headed for the nearest phone booth to call Ringo Cortez, the Puerto Rican gang leader from the other side of San Jose. If girls' locker room talk was accurate, Ringo had the biggest, fattest, most beautiful cock in school, and Mikki couldn't think of anything better to spite her parents than having a big fat cock in her cute little virgin pussy. Wouldn't that piss off Daddy! I'm gonna call up Ringo and tell him I wanna go to the drive in movies; he's asked me lots of time but I was never in the mood. Well. . . I'm in the mood now! I might as well be the slut my parents think lam. I might as well have fun ... .
A dime clinked in the metallic box, and a dial tone sounded. Mikki took out her telephone book from her shoulder bag and thumbed to the 'C's.' She muttered the number to herself, memorizing it, then dialed only to get a busy signal. Shit! One foot tapped impatiently on the cold cement of the telephone booth floor; through the rain splattered glass she watched the steady stream of cars, all driving slowly in the November mist splattering their way toward the freeway, heading north to San Francisco.
A few minutes elapsed before Mikki tried again. This time she got an answer: " 'ello?"
"Is Ringo there?"
"Ringo not here. Ringo go out for night. Can I take message?"
Mikki's eyes narrowed, turning from baby blue to a smoky gray. "Yeah! You can tell him that Mikki called and that he missed his chance!"
The phone slammed deafeningly in the cradle. "Fuck him!" Mikki's pouty little sensuous mouth drew up into a pucker. Then I'll just have to find somebody else to entertain me for the evening, she thought, setting out on foot for a destination only fate could determine.
The fifteen year old was halfway down the block, unconsciously heading for the local McDonald's where all the kids hung out-kids who knew what was happening-when a big black Continental pulled up at the stop sign and the window on the passenger's side seemed to open by itself. A well dressed man in a black suit with a carnation in his lapel slid over the wide expanse of the front seat and motioned with a crook of his finger to Mikki.
"Hey! Isn't it awfully wet for you to be out walkin' alone? Can I give you a lift?"
Mikki pulled the collar up on her trench coat and sauntered arrogantly over to the car. For all her pomposity and premature self assurance, something about a man in a big black Continental stopping to give her a lift, gave her the shivers. The newspapers were full of reports of rape and murder. Mikki responded to those fears as she responded to everything else: On a dare. II that's the way I'm gonna think, Mikki reasoned to bolster her courage, I might as well be home watching Archie Bunker on TV with my parents.
The man crooked his finger and opened the heavy door, motioning for her to jump in. She's onto me, the little bitch knows what I'm after! Artie's hopes for picking up a live one fell. And she's so goddamned close, too! He stared into her innocent blue eyes watching them flicker with indecision as she rested one hand on the car door's three-quarter opened window. She was about to shake her head and back away when the accumulated water from the floral shop's awning dribbled a shivering trickle of water down the back of her honey colored hair.
"Ohhhh! Fuuuuck!" Mikki's perky nose wrinkled in disgust, and she lunged into the car to escape the rain.
"Well, here we are!" she shot a prize-winning smile at Artie Becker, henchman for San Jose's kingpin operator who controlled dope traffic for the entire half million population of the metropolis. He knew the boss would have him by the balls, if he found out he'd been out carousing looking for a piece of ass. But shit! The boss always got first lay and if there was any left, Artie got sloppy seconds. Besides, he'd made his pick-up, and delivered off the cocaine two hours ahead of schedule ... just enough time to find a young piece of fine work like this little lady who just jumped into his car.
Artie worked the buttons on the control panel, automatically locking the doors silently and closing the windows. "Awful wet for a little thing like you to be out on the streets, ain't it?"
"I was just bored," Mikkie said tiredly, studying the man's tailor made suit and polished pointed-toed boots. "You in the rackets?"
"Huh?"
"You look like it. Don't you ever watch 'Kojak' or 'Police Woman' on TV? Everybody who dresses in dark suits with carnations in the lapels and drives big black cars is in the rackets...." Mikki squinted her eyes, amusedly. "You sell dope, or what?"
Artie blinked nervously at the young blonde teenager perched coyly next to him on the front seat. She sure is a pretty thing, he swallowed tightly as the light changed and he set the car back in motion. Her head's full of ideas, too. Persistent little bitch. "You been watchin' too much TV, kid...." Maybe I better start wearin' levis and drive a Volkswagen: Wonder if I should suggest it to the boss?
"You sure look like one...."
Artie fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, found one, popped it into his mouth, and reached for the dash lighter, only to discover that she'd beaten him to it. He kept one eye on the road, and the other on her as she depressed the lighter, waited for it to pop out and held it for him while he lit his cigarette. Damn, she was a foxy little bitch! And all legs! He felt a nervous twitch in his trousers as he continued staring sidelong at her, while her skirt rode up close to her pussy. She'd already taken off her trench coat, and with one leg curled under her so that she sat half facing him, she began to inch a little closer to him.
"It's a little hot in here, don't you think?" he said, reaching for the window button.
"No. Do you?"
He cracked the window a bit. "Where can I take ya, kid?" he asked, abandoning plans to stick his hunk of manliness between those creamy thighs. She was too damned hot to handle; too damned smart for a kid her age. Hesitation crept in Artie's forty-nine year old body ... and he drew heavily on his cigarette.
"Ah, I don't care. like I said,. I was just bored. Why don't we go for a ride?" Mikki was gaining her lost courage now that she'd put Artie on the defensive. "Hey, what your name? I'm Mikki. Might as well get to know each other, huh?"
"Ah, sure kid. I'm Artie. Glad to meet ya."
Casually Mikki draped her arm over the back of the upholstered seat and rested her chin on her hand, eyeing the tightly swallowing man with profound amusement, almost as if she were mesmerized by his bobbing Adam's apple. "I like the rain."
He cast a pained expression in her direction, Christ! her skirt was halfway up to her neck, and he could see the crotch band of her panties in the shadowy softness up between her long golden legs! Timidly, the fifteen year old blonde raised her head and squinted through the silently whisking windshield wipers. "Let's go to the beach." Curiosity was snaking sensuously through her young loins ... and a bit of spitefulness aimed at her parents wiggled right after it.
"You sure, kid?"
"I'm sure." Mikkie reached over and began to stroke the lengthening bulge in Artie Becker's slacks. "You sure you aren't in the rackets?"
Artie's Adam's apple bobbed a full half inch. He made a tight right turn for the beach.
The wind-chopped waters of the Pacific Ocean tipped silver in the dying sunlight that filtered down through the nebulous opening in the clouds. The rain had slackened, dripping pingingly on top of the black Lincoln Continental. It was the only car at the beach.
Artie Becker, his hand still on the ignition where he'd just finished turning off the motor blinked nervously at the provocatively stripping teenager sharing the front seat with him. He watched her unbutton and remove her sweater, staring glumly at the enticing sight of her ripe young breasts swelling out above the pink-lace cups of her tiny bra. He watched her fold the sweater neatly, drape it over the back of the car seat, then reach behind her to unfasten the catches on her bra. She rarely wore one except when she wore a imagine bra, like tonight.
"Hey, listen, kid," Artie swallowed dryly. "M-Maybe we shouldn't oughta be doin' this."
"That's why you picked me up, wasn't it?" she asked, wide eyed and maintaining her calm composure. "Hey, you scared? A big man like you scared of a little girl like me?" she teased.
Her little pink bra came away then, revealing the succulent firmness of her pointed, virginal breasts.
"Do you like my titties?" she asked.
Artie felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and his hands clench tightly on the rim of the steering wheel.
She smiled seductively at him, tossing her head back in an effort to get her wildly flowing mane of golden hair out of her eyes. "I'm still a cherry," she said. "Doesn't that turn you on?"
Still a cherry! Man, that's the last thing I woulda thought when I picked her up. She looks like she's been banged....
Laying the lacy brassiere on top of the folded sweater, Mikki began to undo the zipper than ran down the side of her short skirt. Her heart pounded frantically with determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy garment down over her trim hips and pulled it off her feet.
God, what a hell of a number! Artie choked dryly.
She was down to her tights and shoes then, her full-mounded young breasts rising and falling lewdly with her breathing. He could see the sparse golden curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her thin nylon panty crotch band underneath her tights. "Here," she said helpfully, taking his hand and guiding it between her slightly parted thighs. "Fell me ... feel how hot I am."
"Hey, kid ... you have a falling out with your old man, or somethin'? Boy friend been bangjn' yer best friend?" he asked hesitantly.
"No ... why?" she said smoothly.
"Kids don't usually act like this...." He stared at the water.
"You complaining?"
The perspiring, hatchet-faced racket man rubbed his shaking hand firmly over her nylon-smooth upper thighs; his long steely fingers brushing up against her panty-covered pussy. "Y-You're wet!"
"Of course! Just like you're all big and hard!"
She reached between his legs then rubbing his reluctantly stiffened penis once again. "Doesn't that suggest something to you?"
She fumbled with the catch on his fly, managed to work it down, and then reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the thin cotton barrier of his shorts. God, he's big! she thought, wondering for a minute if she really ought to go through with this obscene plan to get back at her parents. Then, deciding that she should, the brazen fifteen year old ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers, and reaching inside the opening of his shorts, brought his swollen penis out into view. It was thin, but long. Very long-slowly, voluptuously, she began to work its thin covering of foreskin up and down over the pulsating hot shaft knotted with lust-engorged veins and blood vessels. She felt a warm web of something sticky leaking from its inflamed tip, and smeared it lovingly over the fat head with the palm of her hand. "Does that feel good, Artie?"
"Oh, man! Are you sure you're a cherry, kid?"
"MMMHmmm, but I've been jacking guys off since I was thirteen, and I've been fingered and dry-humped by so many dudes I couldn't name them all," she grossly exaggerated. Three or four was a more honest assumption. Her fingers gripped him a little tighter, stroking up and down his wildly throbbing penis with a smooth practiced rhythm. She noticed a bump then, just behind the coronal rim on the back of his cock, and asked, "What's this?" at the same time flicking it lightly with her thumb nail.
"That's my little built-in 'tickler!' "he gasped, smiling. "It's a wart."
"MMMmmmmm, that's nice, Artie," she breathed conspiratorially. "Would you like to fuck me with your wart now?"
She stared at him hopefully in the half-light of the sun filtering through the rain streaked windshield. He was so swarthy that it was difficult to tell how old he was. She'd kind of liked to know ... just for the record. It would serve them all right, she mused, if I lost my cherry in the backseat of a car to a racketeer with a wart on his cock!
The word jail bait fused in Artie's confused brain, but things had gone too far to stop now. She was actually asking for it!
Abruptly, the young high schooler released the long, spearing cock in her hand, and deftly began to unlace her boots. Quickly, she removed them, and raising her trim boyish buttocks up off the car seat, peeled her pantyhose and her bikini panties in a swift motion, pulling her knees back nearly to her naked breasts as she stripped everything from her feet. Then, in equal haste, she gathered her removed garments except for the trench coat and stuffed the entire pile under the front seat of the car.
"What are you doing that for?"
"Stupid! Haven't you ever done anything in a car with a girl before?"
"Yeah, sure, but!"
"If somebody comes, you just put my trench coat on me, and it's cool...."
She bent back down and began to put her shoes back on. "I'd look pretty dumb with no shoes on! I'll put my boots back on. It won't take long ... then you can fuck me."
Artie waited until she'd laced her black boots and tied the laces in neat bows. "Get in the back," he ordered, beginning to take the initiative. "Kneel up over the back of the seat, facing the rear window!"
Thrilled now that her 'lover' had finally begun to show his masculinity, Mikkie clambered over the seat to the back, pleased to see the back was finished in leather, and positioned herself as ordered. "like this?" she asked, salaciously wiggling her naked white buttocks back at him. "Are you going to fuck me dog-style?"
He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was excited at the prospect of losing her virginity in something other than the customary missionary position. "Yeah, that okay?"
"Oh, God, no!" she wiggled. "You can fuck me any way you want!"
Artie quickly joined the young temptress in the back seat of the car, dropping his slacks to his knees and pressing the tapering red length of his penis into the quivering crevice between her white ass cheeks. He rubbed slowly, arching his back up over hers so that the sparse hairs on his chest tickled against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp and squeeze the ripely pointed fruit of her breasts dangling downwards. Beyond the face of her youth and loveliness, his mind tripped lewdly on the fact that his boss would have given two grams of cocaine to get a shot at this little virgin!
"Finger-fuck me first, so I'll be all nice and wet for you!"
God, this little brat is too fuckin' much! If she was this wild now, imagine what she would be like ten years from now!
With vicious abandon, Artie shoved not one, but two fingers up into Mikki's lewdly squirming pussy, reveling in the lewd smoothness of her soft tight inner flesh. And it was tight ... my God, was it tight!
"Ohhhhh, yesss Artie! It feels good!"
He raked the nail of his thumb across the hotly distended bud of her adolescent clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock unceasingly in the lust-dampened crack between her clenching ass cheeks.
It was only a minute or two before the easily aroused Mikki moaned, "Oh, Artie, now! I-Fm sooooo ready!"
Mikki rested her cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling deeply of its rich aroma. It was a far cry from Ringo's old VW. She wondered what it would be like to be rich and married to a man with lots of money ... no matter how he made it.
"Okay, you horny little bitch. You ain't it, you put it in yourself!"
God, if you were rich-really rich, not just well-to-do-you could probably hire people to have sex with; any way you wanted. . . and any time!
"I said put it in!"
Reaching back obediently between her slightly spread legs, Mikki grasped the considerable length of Artie's pulsing hard cock and guided it right up to her excitedly quivering pussy. She parted her desire-moistened pubic curls with its huge hot flint-shaped head, flinching at the electric contact it made with her tender clitoris, and positioned it at the very entrance to her tiny virginal cunt. Immediately, he began a steady upward pressure, feeling her resisting interior flesh part reluctantly before him.
When she got married, it would only be to somebody rich. That left out Ringo, she realized; he was poor, except for what he could scam off small dope deals or steal from old ladies on the bus. But somebody rich could afford her a gardener, a chauffeur-and then she felt the very real pain of Artie's lust-engorged penis driving hard up into her cherry-tight little pussy.
"Aaauuuggghhh!! ! Y-you're tearing me apart! It's too big! Take it out! Oh, God! TAKE IT OUT!"
God! Artie's mind exploded in a blood-lust rage. It's like trying to fuck a beach ball, she's so tight! Still, he pressed on into her futilely protesting pussy. His eyes were actually glassy by now with lascivious excitement as, despite his own discomfort, he began to enjoy the idea of hurting the sassy little bitch! Suspecting he was a racketeer. Serves her right!
"Oh, it hurts ... it huuurrrtttsss!" Mikki sobbed, realizing that she had grossly underestimated the power of this man she'd thought she had wrapped around her finger. "Please take it out. . . please!"
"Not on your life, honey!" he growled and twitched his punishing penis another inch up between her thighs from behind. He was little more than halfway in, but he could feel the tender, sensitive membrane of her hymen stretched to its innermost limits, beginning to tear a little. He pushed harder and felt the fragile tissue part around his thick bulbous cock head flexing itself deeper and deeper into her hot tight womb.
"Oh, God, Oh God, oh God--! " she began to chant on the verge of hysterics, wriggling and twisting in a vain attempt to free herself of the painful intruder riding her back. God, it would have been a lot easier to have just run away from home or stolen my mother's wedding ring or something painless, rather than getting back ... oh, god, it hurts!. . . at them.
In a rash of meanness, Artie grabbed both her slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in one hand while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His sex-crazed penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement. His balls churned, his whole body broke into a drenching sweat, and he was in! All the way into her virginal belly with his rock hard rod of flesh, and her face mirrored the pain and her voice choked in her throat.
Her cheek resting against the soft leather of the car seat as her only support, the sobbing teenage girl bit her lips against Artie's painful assault. She could feel his brutal penis ripping lance-like up into the untouched innermost recesses of her virginal cunt as a thin warm trickle of blood began to mix with their combined secretions to drip down the soft inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravaged and raped, but she was determined to beg no more for him to stop. It was all her down fault, she reasoned with a sudden burst of insight, and she wished to God now that she had never asked him to drive to the ocean. There was no stopping him now, and there was no way she could prevent him from doing whatever he wanted to her. Oh, God, it hurt! ... A deep, searing hurt, like someone had shoved a hot poker up inside her.
"You like that, bitch?" Artie gurgled brokenly, slapping her lushly wavering buttocks once again. "You like fuckin' older men?"
Mikki bore up stoically, though unable to give him a reply for fear of sobbing our her heartfelt agony if she were to so much as open her mouth. She felt numb, and dirty and abused-all at the same time. She was aware that he was slapping her on the buttocks, but the pain inside of her was so infinitely more acute as to render anything else he might have chosen to do to her unimportant. His long hard cock was sunk in so deep she felt like it was going to keep right on going till it came out her throat. But then, oddly, after seemingly endless minutes, the pain began to slacken a little, and she became increasingly aware of her stinging buttocks, until finally she felt the man's hands scoop under her to her breasts again, squeezing and caressing in time to her ever increasing tempo of fucking. She became numb throughout her entire pelvic area, then subtly, every third or fourth stroke or so, there seemed to be a giant flicker of pleasure, a tingling, vibrant thrill that raced to her heart. And with those initial thrills, Mikki Jefferson began to respond, her slavishly postured white buttocks sliding back on the impaling presence of Artie's slippery male flesh.
"Gettin' good to ya, chick?" he teased, rasping. She was perspiring slightly, and her naked legs were beginning to stick to the warm leather of the car seat. But then, with a sickening thrill, she remembered that the leather had once belonged to an animal. She was edged in it ... wallowing in it!
"Oh, God, man ... fuck me!" she hissed baring her even white teeth in a lewd grimace. "Fuck me to death!"
With brutal, cunt-plumbing thrusts, Mikki's lover began to rifle into her newly initialed cuntal orifice, flexing his rock hard staff deep within her as he battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long delicious minutes he kept up his frantic pace, knowing that his own release was close at hand, but fighting desperately against it in an effort to prolong the thrill of taking this blonde's cherry. Mikki writhed and bucked beneath him like a madwoman now, loving every searing and wicked inch of him deep in her body. She could feel their combined secretions, along with a faint smattering of blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns of her inner thighs. She could feel his prickly pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, drum-tight balls swinging upwards to slap against her swollen clitoris.
Artie could see the thin film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly boned ridge of her back as he raised his upper torso, gripped her tightly by the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching cock home with long, smooth and practiced strokes. Damn, what a luscious little piece of tail she was! So young, so clean, so tight! He dropped his hands to her abdomen, and squeezing, he found the satiny warm flesh resilient as it ridged whitely between his grasping fingers.
"How is it now, sugar?"
God! What heavenly bliss! Mikki had never, in her remotest dreams imagined that such delicious sensations could come from fucking a man ... Why, she wondered, why have I waited so long? "Oh, man, Artie ... you can fuck me any time!"
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed cuntal slit expanding even further to receive the long hard penis fucking up into her now-hungry pussy. Her hands, freed now, reached back between the tapering ivory columns of her thighs to cup and fondle his swaying prickly-haired balls. Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in overwhelming waves through her nakedly kneeling body, she knew she was there!
"Ohhh Gawed ... I-I'mmm cumming! Fuck me, Artie! Fuck me with your wart! Fuck me, fuck me, aaahhh!"
No need to hold back now! Artie reasoned as he slammed his lust-bloated rod of flesh deep into her quivering belly. She's cuming like a fountain! He felt his white-hot load of semen amassing in his balls as he continued to grind upward between the now churning cheeks of her buttocks. He was ready with his own climax, and with harshly kneading hands, he cupped the rounded firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her newly-opened cunt!
In her ecstasy, Mikki felt a new sweet pain growing warmly in her insides as the head of Artie's deeply sunken cock suddenly flared in a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner orgasm. Then, thickly, it began to spurt! She could feel the maddeningly hot liquid shooting into her in long hard squirts, again and again, until she began to feel as if someone had turned a garden hose inside her. The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth their own response, spilling her own heated orgasmic secretions into the already cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy.
It was fantastic! No words could describe it! She was about to go out of her mind with erotic enchantment! Dear God, let it go on forever. . . !
She continued with both hands to caress and milk his spending balls, her body spasming helplessly as his massive cock continued to squirt out its completion. Thick viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, overflowing her tightly-locked cunt lips at the base of it, until it offered one final convulsive spurt, the last few drops drained from it, and both of them tingled in the glow of satiation. Then, gradually, it softened a little and began to slip from her body, releasing still more of its obscene nectar to trickle down her legs and onto the leather of the seat.
Artie Becker, exhausted, fell back on his haunches. "T-That was beautiful, kid!" he stammered breathlessly.
Mikki reached down between her legs to feel the blood and sperm slickened triangle of her pubic mound. "Oh, gicky-poo!" she winced. "Let me have your hanky ,so I can sop up this mess!"
Artie, still panting heavily, handed her his hanky. "That was really beautiful!" he repeated.
"It was ugly!" she returned curtly, swabbing the slippery juices between her thighs. "Ugly, and dirty and sordid..." Then, looking back at him over her shoulder, her smoky gray eyes twinkling mischievously, and her nose crinkling, the fifteen year old blonde broke into an infectious grin. ". . . I loved every minute of it. You can take me home now."
And she was ready to go home, to her own bedroom, and even to face her parents rage. Something inside of her had been assuaged.
"I'm ready too, kid," said Artie zipping up his pants, wondering if Mikki still suspected him to be in the rackets. The police were doing all sorts of sneaky things with undercover cops these days ... you could never be sure.
"Hey, Mikki. . . ?" he plucked his withered carnation from his lapel. ". . . Put this in your scrapbook to remember old Artie by ... okay?"
