Lydia Murcer, heiress to the Murcer Corporation fortune, had been transformed, in the matter of a week, from a naive private school virgin into a sexual wild woman, a plaything for the elite playboys.
As she became more sexually knowledgeable, she found that her needs became greater and greater. She found that she needed more and more sexual stimulation to get her off. One guy no longer appeased her. She needed two cocks. Three cocks.
Lydia needed to have all three of her fuck holes filled simultaneously. She wanted to be fucked, at the same time by three studs.
Cock in her throat.
Cock in her ass.
Cock in her cunt.
Together!
Sublime!
She knew that such wild sex action would make her come more times than she could count.
One
The orgy was in full swing by midnight and things were bizarre by one. One girl was being held down on the billiard table, spread-eagled, and the eight ball was being shoved up her cunt.
"Oh, yeah, shove that black ball deep inside my poontang," she screamed.
The orgy was made up of the socially elite, the richest and youngest and most beautiful people in the whole area.
But there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the most beautiful girl at the orgy was one Lydia Murcer, who just so happens to be our heroine.
At that moment Lydia was in one corner of the living room, paired off with a handsome young man named Tommy.
"Baby, do you know what I want you to do to me?" he asked.
"What?"
"I want you to suck my cock, baby!" Tommy said with a grin. "Okay."
"You love to eat cock meat."
"I love to swallow it right down."
"Hot dog!"
Lydia went down on the young man. "Yeah, baby, that feels real good." Tommy began to squirm on the bed. "Ummmmmm, I love the way your balls taste," Lydia exclaimed. "Lick them."
"Yummy balls."
"Lick them harder!"
The girl licked and sucked at Tommy's balls and then moved her attention to his cock. She played with his balls with her hand as she flicked the tip of her cock back and forth across the underside of his prick. Tommy was on his back.
Tommy's dick flopped around on his belly as if it were doing come sort of modern dance. It did this until Lydia took it into her fist and steadied it. The young girl of extraordinary wealth and beauty loved this penthouse orgy.
She wanted to make it with each and every one of the participants. She knew that this might take till dawn-but she was up to it.
Male.
Female.
Made no difference.
"You are such a, such a, such a-" Tommy stammered. "I am such a what."
"You are such a slut."
"Yes, you wouldn't want to have it any other way," she said.
"No, no, no, I wouldn't," he said as she licked the head of his cock.-
"Your cock is so cute."
"Thanks."
"I am going to LOVE sucking your cock," the pretty girl said.
No one asked Lydia how old she was. They were afraid she would give an embarrassing answer. If they had really wanted to know they could have looked it up in Who's Who.
The girl opened her mouth as far as she could and took the head of his pecker inside. She began to suck. She sucked hard. She made him come. She drank his jism. He screamed with pleasure. When he was done, Lydia moved on.
*****
His name was Johnny. He claimed that his name was Johnny Blade, but Lydia had trouble believing Mr. and Mrs. Blade had given birth to a son whom they named John. No way. The guy looked Italian, for one thing. Latin blood of some sort, for sure.
"You have a hard-on, Johnny," Lydia said, licking her lips.
"How can I not have a hard-on looking at a girl as pretty as you."
"Gosh, you kind of get me worked up too, Johnny," Lydia said.
"How so?"
"I want to be fucked."
"In the cunt."
"Yes, Johnny."
"Hard?"
"Yes."
"You know what."
"What."
"You came to the right place."
"All right," Lydia said. "There are bedrooms. We can be alone."
"I want to do it right here on the floor," Lydia exclaimed.
"Where everyone can see."
"YEAH!"
"I like your attitude," Johnny said.
"Thanks," Lydia replied with a smile.
Lydia got on her back on the fuck rug.
"The rug is so soft," Lydia said.
"Soft enough for fucking?" Johnny asked.
"Plenty soft enough. Climb aboard!"
Johnny mounted her and pushed his cock up inside Lydia's tight cunt. He was large. She had to stretch to take him.
"Ohhhhhh, your cock feels so fucking good inside my cunt!"
"Baby, I love the way your cunt feels around my cock," Johnny said.
Johnny began to fuck the pretty little girl with AUTHORITY!
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, you make me feel so good when you fuck me!"
He rode her pussy high and drew his cock across her clit as if this were a well-rosined bow playing a fiddle.
"You are going to make me come with your fucking cock," she said. "Do it, baby!"
"Oh, you are, you are going to make me come so fucking hard," she said.
Johnny fucked her wet willie harder and faster than ever.
"COMING!" she screamed. Lydia was tossing her head from side to side.
Johnny rammed his cock all the way in and shot his wad.
"How did that feel, baby?"
"Incredible."
"Your cunt is so nice, so hot."
"Your cock is not getting soft."
"I think I have another come in me."
"You are kidding," she said wide eyed. "Nope," he said, with the utmost sincerity. "Keep fucking. Let's find out," she said. He started in again. They both moaned. "Fuck me!" Lydia screamed berserkly. Others at the orgy were watching the fuck. "Suck my cock with your cunt," Johnny said. They both came one more time and stopped.
*****
His name was Bobby. He was very big and he was a deviate.
"Ummmmm, I drool, I DROOL when I look at you," Bobby said.
"Gosh, I am glad that I have that effect on you," Lydia said.
"I want you, I want to TAKE you," Bobby said. He really was drooling. "Wipe your chin," she said.
He did.
"I wouldn't be at this party if I did not want to be taken," the girl said.
"I want to take you from behind, baby," the deviate said.
"Okay."
"In the ass-hole."
"All right."
"You take it up the ass."
"I have."
Lydia had been taken up the ass-hole by a VERY IMPORTANT MAN once. "Let's do it," Bobby said. "What position?"
"Get on your back and fling your legs across my shoulders."
"Okay. Are you going to lubricate my ass-hole?" Lydia asked.
"Yes, I am going to use spit," the deviate said with a laugh.
"Are you sure that your saliva will be slippery enough?" she asked.
"I fucked my own MOTHER'S ass once and used nothing but saliva!"
"Oh."
She got on her back and lifted her legs high in the air.
"Good girl," Bobby said, more drool rolling onto his chin.
The girl put her weight on the small of her back and lifted her ass.
"You have such a delicious ass, such a delicious ass," Bobby said.
He mounted her, lubricating her ass and his cock with spit.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, my ass-hole feels so fucking hot," Lydia screamed.
Bobby forced her ass-hole open with the blunt tip of his dick.
"Take that rod, take that rod up your pooper!" Bobby screamed.
"Stick it in, stick it in deeper, Bobby! Ohhhhhhh, Bobby!"
Tcan feel my cock pushing into your colon," Bobby said.
"Stick your cock in me as deep as it will go," Lydia said.
Bobby pushed his entire cock inside Lydia's straining bowels.
"You are going to get a nasty DIRTY ream out now, bitch!"
"Ride me, ride my ass, ride my ass like it has never been ridden before!"
That was exactly what Bobby did at that moment. He fucked hard.
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are going to turn my ass-hole inside out," she screamed.
She could feel her bung being savagely pushed and pulled by Bobby's hump.
"FUCK ME!"
Bobby fucked Lydia's poop-chute as hard and fast as he could.
"You are making me come inside my ass-hole!" she screamed.
Bobby could feel her inner ass convulsing about his dick.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," the young man hollered.
It was too much for him to take. Bobby lost control of himself.
"I AM COMING TOO! I AM COMING TOO! I AM COMING TOO!"
Bobby sounded completely out of his head with masculine pleasure.
"Let's come together! Let's come together!" the millionairess screamed.
They did.
*****
Her name was Christine.
"God, you are beautiful," she said to Lydia Murcer flirtaceously.
"I was just going to say the same thing to you," Lydia said.
"I noticed, watching you earlier, that you are open-minded."
"Quite," Lydia said with the laugh of a VERY little girl.
"I noticed that you like to make it with women," Christine said. "Sure!"
"Make it with me!"
"My pleasure," Lydia said.
Lydia and Christine kissed on the mouth. They rolled their tongues together.
"The couch is free, let's get prone," Christine exclaimed.
"I think that is a good idea," Lydia said breathlessly. The kiss had Lydia and Christine panting with their passion.
Christine pushed Lydia down on the couch and went to work on her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, you are making me feel so hot," Lydia cried.
Christine kissed her neck, and then her ears inside and out.
"You are making me cover myself in goose flesh," Lydia exclaimed.
Christine kissed and licked and sucked at Lydia's knockers.
"Ummmmmmmm, you have the most delicious tits I have tasted."
"You are making my mammaries feel so hot, so fucking hot!"
Christine sucked and licked at Lydia's nipples for a long time.
"I need to have my pussy eaten, I need it," Lydia streamed.
Lydia opened her legs WIDE to physically demonstrate her need.
"First I am going to rim out your ass-hole," Christine said.
"You may, you may not want to do that, Christine," Lydia said.
"Why not?" Christine asked, tilting her beautiful head to one side.
"I just got fucked there. Jism is oozing from my bung," Lydia said.
"Good, that will make it that much tastier," Christine said.
"Ummmmmmm, I like YOUR attitude," Lydia said to the other girl.
Christine rimmed Lydia's bung hole clean, sucking the jism out.
"My ass-hole throbs and burns so good," Lydia whimpered softly.
Christine then began to eat Lydia's super-delicious poontang.
"My clit, it is my clit that needs to be licked," Lydia said.
Christine shifted her oral attention to Lydia's love button.
"Tasty little clit," Christine said. "Lick it!" Lydia said.
Christine licked it. "SUCK IT!" Lydia said. Christine sucked it. "COMING!" Lydia said. And she did.
*****
Their names were Alexander, Christopher, and Macintyre. Three hunks, just what the millionairess was looking for.
"I have decided that I want to commit the ultimate sex act," Lydia said to those three hunks, whom she had gathered.
"What is that?" Alexander asked.
"I like the sound of it," Christopher said.
"Me too," Macintyre said enthusiastically.
"I want to be fucked by all three of you at the same time."
"Three cocks in one pussy, I don't think it possible," Alexander said.
"That isn't quite what I meant," Lydia said with a giggle.
"She had THREE holes and we have THREE cocks," Christopher said to Alexander.
"Oh, I get it," Alexander said. A light bulb went on over his head.
"But who is going to get to fuck you where?" Macintyre asked.
"Good question, you guys can draw straws," Lydia suggested.
They agreed and is was decided. Alexander fucked her ass-hole, Christopher fucked her cunt, and Macintyre fucked her throat.
Christopher got on his back on the floor in a clear space in the living room where they would have some elbow room.
Christopher's cock flopped up and down on his tummy. Lydia liked the way it looked when it did that. She moved so that she was straddling his hips. On her knees. Facing him. Christopher's cock danced directly beneath her juicy cunt! Yummy cunt.
She scooped Christopher's cock into her palm and eased the tip of his prick against her pussy. Lydia inserted Christopher's dong.
Christopher shoved upward with his loins and Lydia could feel his dick sinking deep up into her pink pussy hole.
She took him all the way inside and then kicked her legs out behind her so that Alexander could mount her from the rear.
She realized that there was only a thin wall of flesh between her inner cunt and her inner ass at that moment.
She knew this wall would be stretched far thinner than ever before with two cocks up inside her at once.
Alexander covered his cock with saliva as Bobby had and rammed it up into the crack of Lydia's creamy white ass.
He found the hole and he pushed inside. Now Lydia could feel Alexander's cock pushing into her colon very deep.
Both Alexander and Christopher had their cocks inside her as deeply as they would go. Lydia could tell that the wall of flesh between her inner cunt and her inner ass was stretched so thin that Alexander and Christopher could no doubt feel the throbbing and movement of each other's cocks right through it. Now it was Macintyre's turn, for sure.
She straightened her neck and opened her mouth. Lydia knew that Macintyre was going to want to fuck his hole just as the others were fucking theirs. She knew that she was going to have to be careful not to bite his cock as he fucked her throat. She knew that he was not going to be satisfied with having just the head of his cock sucked. He was going to want to fuck Lydia's preciously beautiful face with his long and thick tool of pulsating masculinity. Lydia knew that the complete violation of her gullet would be easier for both of them if her throat were straightened. Macintyre pushed the head of his cock right into Lydia's mouth and then into the back of her oral cavity.
Macintyre rammed his cock right into her throat.
She had taken three cocks. It was the ultimate.
The three men fucked her in sync with one another, that is, they pulled out together and they pushed in together. All of Lydia's holes were empty and then they were full.
She began to came.
She came in ways that she previously would not have known were possible.
Alexander, Christopher, and Macintyre fucked faster and faster and faster until they all came inside her simultaneously. Lydia was coming too-which meant four orgasms at once.
*****
Lydia heard that they were playing sadomasochistic games in one of the bedrooms. Being a curious girl, she decided that she wanted to play too.
There was a man in a mask in there. He said his name was Master Pain. When Lydia entered Master Pain told the others to leave.
"You want to be my slave?"
"Yes," she said.
He was naked, except for the mask.
"Get on your back on the bed," Master Pain said.
"Okay," Lydia said.
"Okay, master," Master Pain corrected.
"Okay, master," Lydia said.
Master Pain produced four pieces of rope.
"What are they?" Lydia asked. "You are to be bound."
"How?"
"Spread-eagled."
"I think I am going to LIKE bondage," Lydia said. Master Pain laughed.
"We will just have to see about that," Master Pain said.
She was bound stringently, her elbows and knees straight.
"The ropes are burning my wrists and ankles," Lydia complained.
"Shut up," Master Pain said and slapped her across the face.
Her legs were spread and juice dribbled from the base of her cunt.
"What, what are you going to do to me?" Lydia inquired with a stammer.
"I am going to fuck you."
"But-"
"But what?"
"Your cock-"
"What about my cock?"
"It is soft."
"So?"
"How are you going to fuck me is your cock is soft?" Lydia asked.
"You are making an erroneous assumption," Master Pain said.
"What's that?"
"You are assuming that I am going to fuck you with my cock."
"No."
"Nope."
"What are you going to fuck me with?" Lydia inquired quickly.
"I am going to fuck you with my fist," Master Pain said.
He rammed his middle finger deep inside her pussy hole. "Please-" she said.
He added his forefinger and then his ring finger to the penetration. "Noooooooo-"
He pushed his pinky inside her and then his entire hand. "NOOOOOOOO!"
Master Pain made a fist inside her cunt and then withdrew.
"Please, nooooooooo-"
Master Pain PUNCHED his fist back inside Lydia's poontang. "Ohhhhhhhh-"
*****
Just before Lydia passed out from the pain of the savage fist-fucking she felt herself orgasm. God, she was such a slut.
How had she gotten that way? And how so quickly?
It had all started just a short time before. Lydia had gone to a rock concert to see Sandy Whitson, and then afterward she had gone backstage to meet him. Daddy had seen to it that Lydia got backstage passes. Sandy went for Lydia in a big way and took her back to his hotel with him.
That was when Lydia's life began to change.
Fast!
Two
"Ohhhhhh, I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal pumping downward in my body, ohhhhhhhh," the virginal heiress said.
"Yeah, baby."
"I can feel the hot blood pumping, pumping, pumping, each and every drop, toward the pink delta between my thighs."
"Oh, yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I need to be touched, I need to be stroked!"
"You are going to get stroked baby, don't you worry."
"I want to be massaged, caressed," the virginal heiress exclaimed.
"I am going to kiss and lick you all over," he purred.
"All over?" the virginal heiress asked with mischievous intonations.
"I am going to caress every spot I can reach, I promise!"
"Wow, that kind of talk makes me tingle like a mother-fucker!"
"Where do you feel the tingling, girl?" the rock star questioned.
"From my scalp all the way down to my toes," she exclaimed.
"I see," the rock star said, turning up one corner of his mouth.
"Mostly, I have to admit, I feel the tingling in my cunt."
"I figured."
"I can feel the hot blood of my feminine arousal causing my cunt's tissues to swell fast," the virginal heiress said.
"Tell me about it."
"I can feel all of the mucous membranes in between my thighs getting a little bit larger with each passing second."
She was so naked. So vulnerable. Her tits heaved. She began to sweat.
"I can tell that it is not going to be long before both my inner and outer cunt lips are as swollen as they can get."
"Excellent."
"I can tell that my pink virginal poontang is soon going to be thoroughly engorged with blood," she said.
"Your body is responding to the mental stimulus properly."
"Mental stimulus?"
"The knowledge that you are about to be orally pleasured," the rock star said.
"Oh. I can feel my clitoris swelling along with the rest of my pussy."
"Yes."
"I can feel my love button now growing larger with each passing second."
She began to rock back and forth rhythmically.
She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other and then back again. She was panting. She could tell that it was not going to be long before she was going to feel and sound as if she were purposefully attempting to hyperventilate herself.
Her face felt hot. She could tell that she was turning as red as a beet. Her mouth was open. The girl felt as if she would never be able to close her mouth, or her cunt ever again.
"My clit is getting so big," the virginal heiress said.
She could feel her love button growing so large that it was pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.
"I can feel my clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by my growing love button," the girl said.
Lydia Murcer began to rock back and forth with greater eagerness.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, my clit is getting so swollen that it feels like it is going to pop, it feels like it is going to burst from the internal pressure I am experiencing down there right now, ohhhhhhhh," the virginal heiress said.
*****
"I can feel my pussy starting to lubricate itself," the virginal heiress said. "Oh."
"Yes."
"How does it feel?"
"It feels like the inner walls of my cunt are sweating," the virginal heiress said. "Yes."
"I can, I can feel my cunt, my virgin cunt, getting moist."
"You know that it is not going to stay moist for long," the rock star said. "I know."
"Soon your poontang is going to be more than just moist."
"Yes."
"Soon your chaste quim is going to be more than just damp."
"I know."
"Soon your cooze is going to be oozing with your nectar," the rock star said. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Soon your twat, your HOT TWAT is going to be SOAKING WET."
"YES!"
"SOAKING WET WITH YOUR NATURAL LUBRICATION!" the man said. "YES! YES! YES!" They were both naked.
Sandy Whitson lowered his face over the virginal heiress's preciously beautiful kisser and she knew that she was about to be kissed.
Lydia Murcer knew that she was about to be kissed in a way in which she had never been kissed before. Ummmmmm.
Lydia Murcer knew that she was about to be kissed passionately-by a man-for the first time in her life.
*****
Sandy Whitson stopped when his lips were less than an inch away from the virginal heiress's tingling mouth. She licked her lips.
Sandy Whitson loved the way that the virginal heiress looked when she ran the tip if her tongue back and forth across her lips.
Sandy Whitson stopped lowering his head when his mouth was so close to the virginal heiress's mouth that she could feel his breath.
Then the rock star pressed his lips against the virginal heiress's eager mouth and they writhed their lips together.
Sandy Whitson kissed the virginal heiress rather tentatively at first, but this only lasted for a moment or two.
Soon the rock star was pressing his mouth down very hard against the virginal heiress's sexually aroused oral labia.
Sandy Whitson pressed downward with his mouth so hard that the virginal heiress felt her lips pressed against her teeth.
Lydia Murcer and the rock star kissed with their lips and with their lips exclusively at first, but this too changed.
As if the pair had rehearsed this oral caress of mutual pleasure many times they offered their tongues together.
Sandy Whitson and the virginal heiress touched their tongues together.
They flicked the tips of their tongues together. Then the French nature of the kiss became quite enthusiastic.
Lydia Murcer and the rock star rolled their tongues together as if they were having a battle with them.
They rolled their tongues together almost violently-as if they were having an oral sword-fight! Sandy Whitson and the virginal heiress swooned with pleasure.
They thoroughly explored the insides of each other's mouths during the course of the kiss. The man and the virginal heiress could feel the kiss becoming increasingly lusty-increasingly passionate.
They swooned.
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with their passion by the time it was through.
Sandy Whitson pulled his mouth away from the virginal heiress lips and moved on to the side of the virginal heiress's swan-like neck.
Sandy Whitson began to kiss and lick and bite at the side of her neck. He used his teeth to give the girl little love bites-concentrating his oral attention on her jugular vein.
Sandy Whitson parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her dangling earlobe.
Sandy Whitson used the tip of his tongue to explore the outer shell of the virginal heiress's ear. Lydia Murcer liked that.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHHH! SO HOT!"
Lydia Murcer's vocal intonations were near-hysterical.
"OWWWWWWW! OWWWWWWWW! IT FEELS SO GOOD, OHHHHHHHH!"
Sandy Whitson heard her voice becoming increasingly shrill.
Then the rock star did something that the virginal heiress did not expect, something that the virginal heiress could not have anticipated in a million years.
Sandy Whitson rammed his suddenly stiffened tongue right into her ear canal.
Lydia Murcer shivered violently as he did that.
She shivered so violently with the rock star's tongue inside her ear that she looked and felt as if she were attempting to tremble right out of her skin. Brrrrrrrrrr.
Lydia Murcer could feel the entire surface area of her body becoming covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. So thick.
Lydia Murcer felt as if she were enveloped with gooseflesh.
She could feel the goose pimples starting underneath her arms and spreading outward until she was covered by it.
Lydia Murcer could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck, just below the base of her skull, standing up on end.
Sandy Whitson pushed his tongue so deep inside the girl's ear that he could taste the bitterness of earwax.
*****
Sandy Whitson wiggled his tongue around inside the girl's ear playfully and then withdrew all the way.
He then turned the virginal heiress's face the other way with his large hand so he could repeat the process with the other side of her face and the other side of her neck.
Sandy Whitson could see that it would have been an understatement to call Lydia diminutive. He could see that she stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. The truth was that the virginal heiress had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. That included a couple of times when she had weighed herself while she was soaking wet.
Lydia Murcer's weight fluctuated between ninety-five and ninety-seven pounds, depending on what time of month it was.
Lydia Murcer always gained a couple of pounds just before she had her menstrual period. Lydia Murcer retained water.
But, as the virginal heiress's initial sexual adventure took place, she had just finished having her menstrual period.
Lydia Murcer could feel her natural lubrication gathering at the mouth of her fuck hole just then.
She could feel her pussy's nectar pooling at the base of her virginal poontang slash as the rock star caressed her.
Lydia Murcer could feel the natural lubrication accumulating between her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips.
Lydia Murcer could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before her pussy began to drool that lubricant juice.
It began to happen.
Lydia Murcer could feel her natural lubrication dribbling over the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between her cunt and her puckered ass-hole.
Lydia Murcer could feel her ass-hole itself being lubricated by the juice that dribbled from her hot twat. Ummmmmmmm.
Lydia Murcer could tell that soon the entire length of the crack of her ass was going to be all wet and slippery.
Sandy Whitson could smell the scent of the virginal heiress's poontang!
Lydia Murcer could feel her pussy flesh starting to crawl around as if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own.
Sandy Whitson LOVED the scent of the virginal heiress's sweet POONTANG!
"I can feel the juice DRIPPING FROM MY PUSSY!"
Sandy Whitson sucked the scent of her cunt deep into his sinuses.
"Ohhhhhh, I can feel the ache if desire spreading into my loins," the virginal heiress said.
"Yes."
"I can feel the desire spreading down into the insides of my thighs."
"Good."
"I can feel an ache, an ache now in my loins," the virginal heiress said. "Excellent."
"I can, I can I can feel a tremendous heat in my THIGHS!"
Sandy Whitson couldn't help but notice how the virginal heiress stammered. Sandy Whitson began to kiss at the front of her throat. Sandy Whitson kissed his way down toward her BOOBS!
"You have such beautiful tits, such beautiful tits," the rock star said.
"They feel so hot."
"Yes."
"So swollen!"
"Yes."
"My nipples are so big and hard," the virginal heiress said. "That is nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing compared to how big they will grow," the rock star said. "What do you mean?"
"They are going to over double in size after I pleasure them."
"I don't believe it."
"In that case I will have to prove it to you," the rock star said.
Sandy Whitson began to kiss the virginal heiress's left knocker and she moaned.
*****
Sandy Whitson kissed and licked at that boob from the base upward. He kissed and licked in ever-diminishing concentric circles, arranging his smacking smooches so that each oral caress was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
He too his time about it but he finally got his mouth to her nipple.
"OHHHHHHHHH! MY NIPPLE IS SO SENSITIVE!" the girl said.
Sandy Whitson rolled his tongue rather lazily over the rosebud.
"I can feel my nipple growing both harder and larger!" the virginal heiress said.
Sandy Whitson covered the virginal heiress's feminine erection with spittle.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I can feel my pussy drooling," the girl said.
Sandy Whitson began to flick the tip of his tongue across the nipple.
"YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSS!" the virginal heiress said.
Lydia Murcer hissed like a snake slithering in the grass.
"I NEED FOR YOU TO SUCK MY NIPPLE NOW!" the virginal heiress said.
Lydia Murcer began to toss her head wildly from side-to-side.
"I NEED FOR YOU TO SUCK IT, OHHHHHHHH, SUCK IT!"
Lydia Murcer looked as if she were attempting to injure her neck.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" the virginal heiress screamed again and again.
Sandy Whitson then wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked.
"YEAH! OHHHHHHHH! YEAH! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK THE NIPPLE!"
Sandy Whitson sucked the feminine erection with great intensity.
"OHHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL THE NIPPLE GETTING HOT AS A MOTHERFUCKER, OWWWWWVVW, OWWWWWWWWW," the virginal heiress said.
Sandy Whitson sucked at the virginal heiress's nipple as hard as he could. He created an intense vacuum inside his oral cavity.
Sandy Whitson sucked so hard at the nipple that he tugged it up and away from the rest of her lovely chest.
Lydia Murcer could feel salty tears welling in her closed eyes. She could tell that very soon those tears were going to be rolling down the insides of her nose. She opened and closed her thighs berserkly.
Lydia Murcer opened and closed her femininely tapered inner thighs berserkly-as if she were attempting to fan the flame in her crotch.
Obviously, the flame in the virginal heiress's crotch did not need to be fanned. The fire was raging just fine by itself.
Lydia Murcer could tell that she was making a wet spot beneath her ass with her dripping poontang slash.
Sandy Whitson kept the tip of his tongue busy at all times. He was sucking and licking at the nipple simultaneously.
Sandy Whitson sucked at the nipple so hard that he made the virginal heiress's whole tit look a good deal pointier than usual.
And this was saying something because the virginal heiress had quite pointy tits to begin with.
"YOU ARE MAKING IT FEEL SO GOOD! YOU ARE MAKING IT-"
At that point the rock star began to bite her pink erection.
"OWVVWWVVWWW! I CAN FEEL PAIN AND PLEASURE BLENDING!"
Sandy Whitson bit hard enough to hurt the virginal heiress's nipple but the virginal heiress was surprised to find that she did not mind the pain. Noooooooo.
Not at all.
It was intrinsically sexual pain, and she could feel her sexually-aroused central nervous-system translating that sensation into pleasure before sending the message through its complicated network of nerve-endings into the reeling gray matter of the virginal heiress's brain.
"OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWWWWW, IT HURTS, HURTS SO GOOD!"
*****
Sandy Whitson made animalistic growling noises as he bit her.
"YOU ARE MAKING THE PAIN AND THE PLEASURE BLEND TOGETHER!"
Sandy Whitson acted as if he had lost control. There was a frightening moment or two when the virginal heiress thought the rock star was going to tug her nipple right off the tip of her tit.
But the rock star had not lost control at all. As a matter-of-fact he knew precisely what he was doing. He released his grip on that nipple before any damage was done.
Lydia Murcer opened her eyes.
She blinked away the tears.
Her eyes opened wide.
Her face reflected awe.
"Oh my God!" she said.
"What's the matter?" the rock star asked.
Sandy Whitson turned up one corner of his mouth. He offered her a half-smile of self-amusement.
"My nipple," she said.
Sandy Whitson could see that the virginal heiress's stare was fixed by morbid curiosity on the nipple that had just popped from his mouth.
"What about it?"
"It is huge."
"I told you that would happen."
"Yes, but-"
"But what? Come on, spit it out," the rock star said.
"I had no idea that it was going to grow THIS big," she said. "You don't know much."
"That's true."
"You are sexually inexperienced."
"Yes, does that bother you."
"What do you mean."
"Do you wish I had experience?" Sandy Whitson laughed loudly. "Why is that funny."
"Men like inexperience," the rock star said. "Oh."
"Your virginity is precious."
"Thank you."
"It is going to be an honor to take it from you," the rock star said.
*****
Sandy Whitson kissed lightly at the swollen nipple. Lydia Murcer could see that this feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her tit.
"Do you know what I am going to do now?" the rock star said. "What?"
"I am going to repeat the process with the other nipple!" the rock star said.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I don't think I could go through that again," the virginal heiress said.
"I don't think you have any choice, actually," the virginal heiress said. "Oh my."
Sandy Whitson DID repeat the oral pleasuring process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gingerly licking and kissing to harsh sucking and biting.
Sandy Whitson did not stop biting and tugging at the right nipple until both of the virginal heiress's nipples were once again the same size.
*****
"What are you going to do now."
"I am going to play with your precious tits with my hands," the rock star said. "Ohhhhhhhh."
"Like that idea."
"Oh yes."
Sandy Whitson placed his hands over her tits so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her palms.
Three
The rock star squeezed at Lydia Murcer's boobs, pressing with his fingertips hard enough to pucker the flesh.
He then began to move her tits, both of the girl's boobs simultaneously, in a series of slow sensuous circles.
He pushed her tits upward toward her collar bone, and then downward, toward the flat plane of her tummy and the slightly protruding base of her rib cage. The rock star pulled her tits apart.
He pulled her boobs so far apart that Lydia Murcer could feel the skin the cleavage between them stretching taut.
The rock star then pressed her tits together so that they were slightly flattened at their insides. The cleavage between her tits became extraordinarily long and deep.
The rock star loved the way that Lydia Murcer's nipples felt as they throbbed anxiously against the centers of his palms.
The rock star then released his palms from Lydia Murcer's deliciously firm knockers. He began to pinch at her huge nipples.
The rock star had one nipple between each thumb and forefinger.
He pinched.
Pulled.
Tweaked.
"Ummmmmmmm," Lydia Murcer said.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's hair was a very light shade of blonde. The pretty heiress was a platinum blonde, he decided.
The pretty heiress had the sort of hair that bleached to a near white hue after a summertime of exposure in the sunshine.
Her hair was long and straight.
It cascaded, like strings of gold, over her shoulders. When she was standing her long blonde hair fell low down her back, almost to the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of her ass.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's hair was parted in the middle.
He could see that the part revealed a perfectly straight pink line of scalp. Her hair had been cut so that it fell down onto her forehead in several locks of downy bangs.
Her bangs were long.
They came almost down to her eyebrows.
She appeared-most cutely-as if she were peering out from beneath those bangs. The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer had a perfect peaches and cream complexion.
It was obvious to anyone who looked at Lydia Murcer that she was one of those lucky females who had never once suffered from a facial blemish.
Her skin was smooth.
Soft.
Clear.
The rock star could tell that the skin on the cheeks of Lydia Murcer's ass, for example, was every bit as smooth as it had been when she was just a little baby.
*****
The pretty heiress's face was round. Expressive.
The rock star could see that her eyebrows and her eyelashes were every bit as light as the hair that grew from her pink scalp.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's eyebrows were plucked so that they were narrow. Narrow and femininely angular.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's eyelashes were very long and curled upward sharply at the tip. He could see that Lydia Murcer's eyelashes did this in spite of the fact that she did not enhance that effect with mascara.
Her forehead was smooth and without creases.
There was a rosiness in Lydia Murcer's cheeks.
Apple cheeks.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's eyes were baby blue in hue. They twinkled merrily when she was happy-yet looked deep and somber during the rare times when Lydia Murcer was feeling blue.
He could see that her nose was not very big. It was a mere button.
The rock star kissed, smack, the tip of Lydia Murcer's button nose. He could see that the nose was turned up a little at the tip.
He could see that Lydia Murcer's mouth was not very large either, but that her lips were very full and most sensuous.
He could see that Lydia Murcer had what is known as a "pouting mouth."
Her lips were fleshy and looked puffy. The girl's lips looked as if she had been chewing them maybe a little to redden them.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's lips were as red as a pair of cherries in spite of the fact that she was not wearing any lipstick.
The pretty heiress tended to hold her lips parted at all times, and slightly puckered.
It had been said many times, and not without more than an element of truth, that Lydia Murcer was walking though life looking as if she needed to be kissed desperately.
How sad that she had waited so long to try the sweet oral caress of mutual pleasure with a hunky, hunky man.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white. They had grown in naturally. The pretty heiress had never needed to wear braces on her teeth or anything like that.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's ears were small. He thought that Lydia Murcer's ears were shaped like shells.
Sea shells.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's neck was long. He thought that her neck looked like that of a swan. The pretty heiress's neck reminded Sandy Whitson of the Hollywood movie actress, what was her name? Audrey Hepburn, that's it.
The rock star still could not get over the size of the girl's tits. She looked as if she had melons attached to her chest.
She was so little.
Her tits were so big!
The rock star was astounded.
*****
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's tits were so large that they would have looked huge even if they had grown upon the chest of a MUCH LARGER female.
Her tits were not only big but they were firm. They were full with youth.
The pretty heiress's boobs, Sandy Whitson felt, were firm and supple simultaneously-a most delicious combination, for sure.
They rested high on Lydia Murcer's chest.
Pert.
Perky.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING HOT I AM!" she hollered.
"You are going to get hotter before I am through with you."
"I know."
"Seethe."
"I am seething."
"Boil."
"My cunt is boiling."
"Is your honey pot boiling over."
"YES."
"Good."
"I am writhing," Lydia Murcer said.
"I see that," Sandy Whitson said.
"I need more," Lydia Murcer said.
"More pleasure?" Sandy Whitson said.
"More everything," Lydia Murcer said.
"You got it baby," Sandy Whitson said.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's tits were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops. Yummy.
He could see that her tits were shaped so that the nipples pointed slightly upward when she was standing.
The rock star could not help but notice that, when the girl was standing or sitting up, she maintained perfect posture.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer walked and moved in general as if she were a recent graduate of a finishing school.
She never slouched.
Her shoulders were back.
She held her tits high.
She held her tits as if she were proud of them-as she was! The rock star could see that her nipples were also quite big.
He could see that her nipples were the size of silver dollars, such as those that were used in the one-armed bandits in the gambling casinos along the Boardwalk in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Now her nipples were big up and down as well as from side to side because of the way Sandy Whitson had stimulated them with his tongue.
His lips.
His teeth.
*****
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer was VERY narrow through the waist. The truth of the matter was that, just below Lydia Murcer's belly button, she measured only twenty-two inches around.
The pretty heiress felt EXTREMELY diminutive beside the man, even smaller than she usually felt, and that was saying something because Lydia Murcer was going through life considering herself a tiny person.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer was round through the hips. He could see that she had a near-perfect hourglass figure.
34.
22.
34.
Sublime!
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's hips were rounded both at the sides and at the rear. He imagined that there were those in the world who would have said that Lydia Murcer's finest feature was her sweet, teenaged ass. Oh, yeah!
This, in spite of the mammoth size of Lydia Murcer's mammaries.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW FUCKING HOT I AM GETTING, OHHHHHHHH!"
The rock star could see that her legs were femininely shapely.
"OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, MY PUSSY IS READY TO EXPLODE!"
The pretty heiress's legs were not long, but they were super-sexy!
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, I AM FILLED, FILLED WITH SEXUAL FRUSTRATION!"
The pretty heiress's thighs tapered perfect from her hips to her knees. The pretty heiress's knees were unscarred, which she thought was pretty amazing, take into consideration the amount of roller-skating she had done as a small child upon the cracked sidewalks of her neighborhood. Her knees were unmarked.
The rock star could see that her shins were flat. Smooth.
Her calves were rounded, without being overly muscled. Nice.
Her ankles were trim, finely turned, and her feet were dainty.
She looked great in high heels and maybe a miniskirt of shorts. Of course, Lydia Murcer looked damn fine in the buff also, Sandy Whitson noticed masculinely-observantly.
He could see that her toes were chubby and cute and all very close to the same length, including her big toes.
He could see that her toes were pink and that she had a way of curling them under whenever she was sexually aroused.
At that moment, as Sandy Whitson pleasured her with his hands and with his mouth, Lydia Murcer's toes were curled under so tightly that they looked as if they were attempting desperately to clasp at the smooth balls of Lydia Murcer's dainty feet.
*****
Her hands were delicate and feminine.
Her fingers were probably or a normal length, but they looked long because of her fingernails.
The pretty heiress was the sort of person who paid a lot of attention to her manicure. She behaved-very immaturely-as if a tragedy had just occurred, as if World War Three had just busted out all over, during those rare times after she actually broke a fingernail.
He could see that her nails were very long and had been filled carefully so that they were all precisely the same length.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's fingernails had been filed carefully so that all ten of them had a common curve to their tips.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's fingernails were painted a deep red color-painted with a crimson polish.
The pretty heiress always kept her fingernails, her fine, fine, fingernails, scarlet in hue, because she correctly assumed that this color went very well with her perfect peaches and cream complexion.
The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer had VERY little body hair. With the exception of the hair on her head, Lydia Murcer was practically bald all over, the man saw. The rock star liked what he saw. VERY MUCH!
The rock star could see that there was not even very much hair in between Lydia Murcer's legs. The pretty heiress knew this.
She was embarrassed.
She hoped he would not mention it.
The pretty heiress had known, from showering with other females in gym class after school, that most girls her age had inverted triangles of hair growing above their pussy slashes, completely covering their mounds. The truth of the matter was that girls her age were supposed to have BUSHES.
The pretty heiress knew that most girls had hair growing thickly around the outer edges of their pink vulvas.
The pretty heiress knew that most girls even had hair growing outward onto the insides of their creamy thighs.
The pretty heiress knew that most girls had to shave or wax extra before they could wear bikinis in the summertime.
The pretty heiress knew that most girls even had hair growing below their poontang's, down by their ASSHOLES!
The pretty heiress knew that some girls had hair growing up and down the cleavage between their feminine buttocks.
But Lydia Murcer had none of this. She merely had two tiny locks of light blonde hair growing down there.
She had hair growing just above and to the sides of her pussy slit, above and to the sides of her clitoral-foreskin.
The hair that did grow down there was so light that it was invisible when viewed in dim, indirect illumination.
The hair that grew between Lydia Murcer's legs covered less than a third of her feminine pubic-mound!
The pretty heiress had no hair-none-whatsoever growing along the outsides of her vulva, around those lips, so engorged!
The pretty heiress had no hair growing in the cleavage between her creamy and firm buttocks.
Not even around her ass-hole.
The pretty heiress's ass-hole was completely bald, a bald pink asterisk, the first like it that Sandy Whitson had seen, with the exception of those he had seen shaved.
The rock star kissed her belly.
Her loins.
Her abdomen.
He kissed her feet.
Sucked her toes.
The rock star crawled between her legs and rubbed her thighs with his fingertips. "I can smell your cunt."
"Do you like what you smell."
"I love what I smell."
"What do I smell like."
"You smell like a sexual animal."
"Oooooooh, what a sexy response."
"You look like a sexual animal."
"Keep talking!"
"I can see your pussy dripping."
"What does it look like."
"Pearl-drops are oozing from the gash."
"Can you see my cunt throbbing."
"Oh yes."
"I am going to die unless you touch it," the girl said.
"Soon I will touch your pussy, very soon," the man said.
*****
The rock star lifted Lydia Murcer's shapely legs one at a time.
"What are you doing that for?" the blonde questioned.
"I want to lick you on an EXTREMELY sensitive spot!"
"Ummmmmmmm, I think that sounds like a good idea!"
"I am going to lick the backs of your knees," he exclaimed.
The rock star knew Lydia Murcer's skin at that spot was hypersensitive.
"Ummmmmmmm, that is going to feel so good," she exclaimed.
The rock star knew her skin there was going to be supererogenous.
"MY CLIT FEELS MORE THAN EVER LIKE IT WILL BURST!"
"Shhhhhhhhhhh, you must learn all about personal relaxation."
The rock star flicked his tongue at the backs of Lydia Murcer's knees.
"Ummmmmmmmm, ummmmmmmmm, ummmmmmmm," she screamed.
"Now I want you to lift both of your gams simultaneously!"
"Why?"
"I want to be able to get at your ass with my mouth, baby."
"Okay."
The pretty heiress lifted her legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling. "That's good."
For a moment Lydia Murcer was making a perfect "vee" with her legs.
"So precious," Sandy Whitson said.
The pretty heiress then tucked her knees back toward herchestand rolled herself into a tight ball.
"You might want to reach up and clasp yourself at the ankles," Sandy Whitson said.
"Why?"
"That will make it easier for you to stay in the tucked position," Sandy Whitson said. "Right."
The pretty heiress could feel the weight of her lower torso shifting.
"I can feel the whole crack of my ass getting wet and slippery with my lubrication," Lydia Murcer said.
"Yes, you are making a BIG wet spot down here," Sandy Whitson said.
"Ummmmmmmm, I hope you don't mind that I am SOAKING WET!"
"The wetter the better."
"Is that your motto?"
"One of them."
"My pussy is so wet that I think it would give off rainbows if the sun were shining on it," the girl said.
"Yes. I am so horny that I would rape the crack of dawn," Sandy Whitson quipped.
The pretty heiress could feel the weight of her lower body moving from the creamy cheeks of her firm yet supple as onto the small of her back.
Her ass cheeks rolled up.
Off the surface.
Off the wet spot.
Into Sandy Whitson's face.
*****
The rock star began to kiss and lick and bite at the backs of Lydia Murcer's thighs. The pretty heiress began to whimper.
The rock star worked his mouth steadily downward toward the cheeks of Lydia Murcer's super-sweet ass. YUMMY!
"OWWWWWWWW, OWWWWWWW, MY ASS IS HOT AS A MOTHERFUCKER!"
"I can see your ass-hole throbbing berserkly now, ummmmmmmm."
"OHHHHHHHH, MY BUNG HOLE IS OPENING AND CLOSING RHYTHMICALLY!"
The rock star began to bite hard at the cheeks of the girl's ass.
"OWWWWWWWW, owwwwwwww, so GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD!"
The rock star bit very hard at the cheeks of the girl's ass and she could feel pain, intrinsically sexual pain, once again blending with her pleasure.
She could feel Sandy Whitson biting her ass cheeks so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when she thought he was going to break the surface of the skin with those sharp choppers of his.
She could feel him biting so hard, for sure, that she KNEW he was making semi-circles of red teeth-marks in the cheeks of her ass.
Then Sandy Whitson kiss and licked delicately at those buttocks.
He pulled his mouth away and massaged her with his hands. The pretty heiress whimpered and moaned with her enjoyment.
"Ummmmmmmm, ummmmmmmm, soooooooo good!" she said.
"Oh, your ass flesh is so tasty."
"Are you going to pleasure the cheeks of my ass exclusively?"
"No, I am going to pleasure what is BETWEEN them as well."
"Ummmmmmmm, I was hoping you would say those words!"
The rock star kneaded the flesh of her ass as if he were preparing a pair of loaves of unrisen dough for a stint in the baker's oven.
He then pushed his fingertips inward, toward the cleavage between the cheeks of her ass, and as he did this his elbows pushed outward so that they were pointing in opposite directions.
The rock star pushed his fingertips inward curiously and boldly.
He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into the cleavage between Lydia Murcer's fanny cakes, closer and closer to the completely bald, puckered pink ass-hole.
The rock star did not stop pushing his fingertips inward into the crack of Lydia Murcer's ass until the tips of his middle fingers were only a millimeter or two away from the mucous membranes, the hyper-sensitive mucous membranes at the mouth of Lydia Murcer's hot, puckered bung hole. Then he stopped.
The rock star curled his fingers at the knuckles and pressed his fingertips right into her ass flesh. So sensuous.
He then began to pull Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks apart. He did this very slowly and patiently.
The rock star was almost ceremonious as he opened up her ass cheeks. The rock star behaved as if he were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. So ripe.
He did not stop pulling Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks apart until they had been separated as far as they could go.
The pretty heiress could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut, so taut that it was threatening to tear on her.
The pretty heiress could tell that Sandy Whitson was holding her ass cheeks so far apart that even some of the puckers in her hot ass-hole were being smoothed by the pressure Sandy Whitson exerted.
The rock star then lowered his head and placed his chin precisely on the center of the wet spot the girl had made with her dripping poontang.
*****
The rock star parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could possibly get it. He made his tongue pointy at the tip and placed the tip of his tongue precisely on the y-shaped cleft at the top of the crack of Lydia Murcer's ass, which was on the bottom from Sandy Whitson's perspective as she tucked herself up into a ball. She was gripping at her own ankles so tightly at that deliciously sexy moment that each and every one of her knuckles had turned white. Her back teeth were grinding together. The rock star could see that Lydia Murcer's eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked-or winked, for that matter. Her eyes at that moment were closed so tightly that her eyelashes were CRUSHED against her high cheekbones. Her eyelids were wrinkled. There was a vein very close to the surface of her right temple that was throbbing visibly as if it were about to burst.
"My ass-hole need to be licked so bad!" Lydia Murcer said.
*****
The rock star licked upward.
Slowly.
Patiently.
He took his time about it but he finally got his tongue to the spot where Lydia Murcer wanted it.
The pretty heiress could feel Sandy Whitson licking her bung hole.
"Lick it!" she screamed.
He hummed a happy tune.
"LICK IT CLEAN!" she screamed.
The man licked her bung hole until all of the flavor had been licked away.
"OHHHHHHHHH!"
The man then stiffened his tongue and shoved it right up inside her ass.
"YESSSSSSS!" she screamed.
The man pushed the tip of his tongue up past Lydia's sphincter.
"PUSH YOUR TONGUE RIGHT UP INTO MY COLON!" she said.
He did.
Then he pulled his tongue out of her ass-hole very slowly and Lydia began to whimper wildly once again with anticipation.
"LICK MY CUNT!"
"Okay."
She lowered her feet. The rock star pulled her pussy open. "Open my up!"
The rock star made her cunt look like a slab of raw meat. "Eat my cunt!"
The man placed his tongue between her cunt and her ass-hole.
"MUNCH MYTWAT!"
The man licked at the girl's outer lips and then her inner lips. He licked up and down the entire length of her pussy in between her inner and outer cunt lips. The man allowed the tip of his tongue to come very close to her clit without making direct contact with that fiery bulb.
Then he flicked the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across the outermost edges of her inner labia. He worked his tongue in between her inner cunt lips. The man touched the girl's piss hole with the tip of his tongue. The rock star was touching the little girl directly below and less than an inch away from her clitoris.
He licked downward instead of upward as she wanted him to.
"Ohhhhhhh," the little girl said with her acute frustration.
The man hooked his tongue beneath the base of her pubic bone. "Please-"
The man tried to ram his tongue up inside her cunt just as he had rammed it up her ass. No good. There was a wall blocking the path.
Her cherry.
The man stretched her hymen taut against his tongue tip. "Deeper!" she said.
The tongue could go no deeper. The man withdrew. He knew that it was time to lick her clit. He used his right forefinger to peel her clitoral foreskin upward thus rendering her clitoris unadulteratedly naked and vulnerable to his oral caress.
He flicked his tongue at her clit.
Lydia began to come.
She thought she would pass out because of the extraordinary pleasure as the man pulled her magic trigger, popping her pussy rocks blissfully.
*****
"Lick it!"
The girl could feel the explosions of pleasure starting at her clit and spreading outward from there. She could feel the pleasure spreading up into her femininely sloped loins. She could feel the pleasure sweeping up into her soft underbelly.
She could tell that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading until she was completely enveloped by that womanly bliss, by the ecstasy of what was, by far, the best orgasm she had ever had.
She felt her come in her fingertips.
In her toes.
He licked hard and fast.
She found that the come the rock star gave her with his flicking tongue, and then his sucking lips around her clit, was a thousand times better than anything she had experienced when diddling herself.
Four
"You are about to take a major leap forward in your life!"
Lydia Murcer could hear high seriousness in the rock star's voice.
"What, what sort of a major transformation?" Lydia Murcer said.
"You are about to be transformed into a woman," he said.
"I see. Does that mean what I think it means?" she asked.
"It does if you think it means you are getting fucked."
Lydia Murcer could feel her heart leaping into her throat.
"That was what I was hoping it would mean," Lydia Murcer said.
"You are going to take my big cock inside your hot cunt."
"My pussy, my pussy is so hot already," the young girl said.
"I know-and that is why I must explore its INSIDE!"
"I do hope that your cock will fit inside my pussy."
"I do not think that there is going to be any problem."
"I wish that I could have that kind of blind faith," she said.
"There is nothing blind about my faith," the rock star said.
"What do you mean?" the young female questioned anxiously.
"I mean that I am talking from EXPERIENCE," the rock star said.
"Oh, yes, I forgot. I am alone in this mystery," she said.
"The mystery for you, my dear, is about to be solved," he said. "Please, tell me how you know, how you know-
" she stammered.
"How I know what?" the rock star exclaimed-still quite patient.
"How you know that my pussy will be able to stretch," she said.
"I have fucked many, many virgins, my dear," the rock star said.
"Of course, it's just, it's just that-" Lydia Murcer stammered.
"What?" the rock star no longer sounded as patient as before.
"It's just that I am so little and you are so big," she said.
"Nature has a way of working these things out," the rock star said.
"I sure hope so. I cannot help but fear-" Again she stopped.
"What is it that is frightening you?" the rock star questioned.
"I fear that you are going to tear my cunt when you fuck me."
"I think that is a silly anxiety for you to have, babycakes."
"I think it is perfectly normal. I have never been fucked before."
"Your pussy is a hell of a lot more elastic than you think."
"I still can't help but fear that, that, that-" She halted.
"What?" the rock star inquired-now sounding slightly annoyed.
"I fear that you are going to split me in two with that cock."
"I guess that your apprehension is understandable," he said.
It was the rock star who was trying to be understanding. Trying hard.
"I will try to stop my whining, honest I will," she whimpered.
"Good. Keep the chin up, baby," the handsome man said softly.
The rock star pinched Lydia Murcer's chin with his thumb and forefinger.
"Your cock is so BIG!" Lydia Murcer said, her eyes growing wide.
"Maybe it WOULD be better if your cherry were popped by a smaller-"
"No," Lydia Murcer said, stopping him in the middle of his sentence.
"No?" the rock star asked, his voice rising in pitch ever-so-slightly.
"No, I know I have gone too far to turn back now," she said.
"In that case, I say full speed ahead, baby!" the rock star said.
Lydia Murcer could hear the excitement in the rock star's baritone intonations.
"I really do want it, I really do want to be FUCK-
ED!" she said.
"I know you do, I know you do-" the rock star was stroking her hair.
The rock star ran his fingers through Lydia Murcer's silky soft tresses.
"I just started to panic there for a second, that is all."
"There is nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about," he soothed.
"I can feel the pace of my heartbeat calming down a bit."
"You broke out in a cold sweat there, darling," he said.
"I am calming down. The butterflies in my tummy are less numerous."
"I feared that your fear was going to get in desire's way."
"Oh no, I would never let THAT happen," Lydia Murcer said.
"Tell me how your cunt feels, baby, right now," the rock star said.
"I can feel something happening with my clitoris," she said.
"What can you feel happening with your love button?"
"I can feel its role as my desire's focal point being usurped."
"Oh?" She had a most poetic way about her, the rock star mused.
"Yes, I can feel a new magic spot forming," Lydia Murcer said.
"Tell me, tell me about the new magic spot, babycakes."
"My new focal point is inside my cunt, inside my PUSSY!"
"Yessssssss," the rock star exclaimed, hissing like a rattle snake
"I can feel the new center of my womanly pleasure inside my TWAT!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah. How deep inside your quim is this spot!"
"It, it, it, it, is, is, it is, very, very DEEP!" she stammered.
"The new focal point, it is up past your cherry?" he inquired.
"Oh yes, in a place where I have never been touched before."
"You will not be able to say that for very much longer, huh?"
"Nope," Lydia Murcer said, and then offered a small, girlish giggle.
"Soon all of you will have been touched," the rock star said.
"You are going to touch me in places I don't know I have."
"Yes," the rock star exclaimed, concurring with the notion whole-heartedly.
"You are going to touch the core of my womanhood," Lydia Murcer said.
"I am going to completely impale you, babycakes," the rock star said.
"You are going to make me feel like fucking shish-ka-bob, huh?"
"I am going to make you feel like the loser in a sword-fight."
"Ohhhhhhhh, I want to know that womanly impalement," she begged.
"In what position would you like to be fucked?" the rock star asked.
"I think I wish to be taken from behind," Lydia Murcer said.
"You want to be fucked in the ass-hole?" the rock star questioned.
"No, no, no. In the cunt-but, from behind, you know," she said.
"You want to be fucked in the doggie position?" the rock star inquired.
"That's right. I knew there was a name for it," she exclaimed.
"In that case, you should get on your hands and knees," he said.
"Right," the youthful female exclaimed in a happy, happy voice.
Lydia Murcer quickly moved into the desired position for the rock star.
"Ummmmmmmm, you sure do look beautiful right now," he said.
Lydia Murcer knelt on the bed with her knees very far apart.
"Thank you very much," Lydia Murcer said in her most-polite manner.
The rock star saw her tender thighs parted at a ninety-degree angle.
"Your ass cheeks are so smooth and so supple," the rock star said.
"Ummmmmmm, I love the way your hands feel on them," she said.
"I could play with your ass all day and all night," he said.
Lydia Murcer's tits dangled from beneath her chest in this position.
"Ummmmmmm, I think you want to fuck my ass-hole," she squealed.
"What do you think of that idea? For later?" the rock star asked.
"I can feel my ass-hole tingling with sexual anticipation."
"Is our ass-hole tingling as much as your cunt?" the rock star asked.
"Oh no, no, no, no, not even close," the youthful female said.
"You seem like a girl who will like all ways of fucking."
"Eventually I want cock in all three of my holes," she said.
"I think that is very open-minded of you," the rock star said.
"Maybe I even want cock in all of my holes at once someday."
"My goodness gracious, you certainly are open-minded," he said.
"Do you think me terrible, a slut, for talking this way?"
"Not at all, sweetheart. I find your attitude most refreshing."
"Good, for a second I thought you were turning into a prude."
"Hardly. I am never a prude when I have a hard-on," he said.
Lydia Murcer laughed and her sexy boobs jiggled beneath her.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my poontang is drooling once again," she said.
"Can you feel the natural lubrication streaming out?"
"Yes, the juices are streaming down my inner thighs."
"Yes, I can see that the flesh is quite moist there."
The rock star reached under Lydia Murcer's body and cupped her tits.
"Lift my tits up toward my chest with your hands," she said.
"Okay," the rock star said-and promptly did as instructed.
"Ummmmmmmm, that feels real good, real good," Lydia Murcer said.
The rock star then got both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oooooooooh, I want you to pinch my nipples," Lydia Murcer said.
"Yes?" the rock star asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Yes, I want you to pinch my nipples HARD!" Lydia Murcer said.
That was precisely what the rock star did at that sexy moment.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, so good, so good," Lydia Murcer cried out.
The rock star then released his grip on Lydia Murcer's mammoth mammaries.
"My pussy, my pussy, my pussy needs to be fucked," she said.
The rock star could hear the desperation in her high-pitched voice.
"My, my, my, you certainly have changed your tune," he said.
"That is my right as a woman," the youthful female exclaimed.
"You have got a point there, babycakes," the rock star said.
"I NEED to feel your fleshy pole inside my torrid poontang."
The rock star began to finger Lydia Murcer's super-wet poontang gash.
"Ohhhhhhhh, can you feel, can you feel how hot I am?" she said.
"My God, the sex juice really is streaming out," the rock star said.
"I told you," Lydia Murcer exclaimed, now sounding quite breathless.
"I guess it is time," the rock star said. He was breathing hard too.
The rock star reached down and made a fist around his cock shaft.
"I want you to relax the muscles astride your pussy," he said.
"I will give it the old college try," the youthful female said.
"The more you relax the less pain there will be," the rock star said.
The rock star gripped the shaft of his cock with his right hand.
"Exactly how much pain will there be?" Lydia Murcer queried.
"That depends on how much you manage to relax," he said.
"I guess I should expect a lot of pain at first, huh?"
"Yes, it will hurt when your cherry is initially popped."
"But then?" Lydia Murcer asked, with hopefulness in her voice.
"Then, hopefully, your pain will quickly diminish," he said.
"What happens after my pain diminishes?" Lydia Murcer asked.
"That should be the point when your pleasure begins to grow."
The rock star gave his cock three squeezes with his right fist.
"What are you doing back there?" Lydia Murcer questioned.
"I am making sure my cock is as hard and thick as possible."
"How are you doing?" she asked. Lydia Murcer had a vested interest.
"I have nothing to worry about, not in the boner department."
"You are rock hard?" Lydia Murcer asked, sounding very, very young.
Lydia Murcer's manner of speaking made her seem criminally young.
"I am as hard as granite back here, baby," the stud explained.
"Dynamite. Let's get on with the show!" the young girl screamed.
"Right," the rock star said, and guided his cock with his right hand.
The rock star could feel the ache in his balls getting most severe.
"I want to feel you cock on my cunt, ohhhhhhhh," she said.
"Your wish is my command, babycakes," the handsome man said.
The rock star pressed the tip of his cock against her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh," she said as her love button was caressed.
"Does that feel good, baby, does that feel REAL good?"
"Yes, yes, but it is no longer what I want most of all."
"What do you want most of all, princess?" the rock star asked. "I want your tube steak inside my oven," she said.
*****
The rock star rubbed his cock head up and down her pussy gash.
"Ohhhhhhhh, that feels so good, so good, so good," she said.
He caressed the entire length of her cunt with his glans.
"I am doing this for several reasons," the rock star explained.
"What are the, what are the reasons?" Lydia Murcer questioned.
She spit out phrases now in between her gasps for air.
"For one thing it feels very good for both of us," he said.
"That is true enough. What is the other reason?" she asked.
"I want to cover my cock head with your cunt juices, baby."
"Ummmmmmmmm, what a romantic and sexy notion," Lydia Murcer squealed.
"It is a very practical notion if truth be known" he said.
"What do you mean?" she asked. She wished she could see him.
"Penetration will come easier if my cock head is wet and slippery."
"Thank you for your kind consideration," she exclaimed sincerely.
The rock star moved his cock head to the mouth of her juicy fuck hole.
"Your inner thighs are soaking wet with your juice," he said.
"There is more juice where that came from, I suspect," she said.
"I can smell the scent of your cunt wafting upward," he said.
"It has been established that I am aromatic when aroused."
"I think ripe when rabid might be a more accurate phrase."
"I am not sure if that is a compliment or not," she said.
"You just concentrate on your relaxation," he said.
"I am having trouble relaxing my cunt," Lydia Murcer said.
"Why do you suppose that is?" the rock star questioned.
"I am having trouble relaxing any part of me," she said.
"What is that?" the rock star asked, again sounding impatient.
"I guess it is because of my acute terror and horniness."
"They are two such seemingly opposite feelings," the rock star said.
"Yes, but in me they are blending into one emotion," she said.
"You are a case study, that's what you are," the rock star said.
"I think you are about to transform me into something-"
"I am going to transform you into a full-fledged woman."
"No, you are going to do more to me than just that," she said.
"What else am I going to do to you, babycakes?" the rock star asked.
"I have a feeling that you are about to create a monster."
"How so?" the rock star asked. He sounded just a tad worried.
"I think I am about to become nymphomaniacal!" she said.
"I think you are starting to over-react again, baby."
*****
The rock star tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass.
"I no longer care about the pain I am to suffer," she said.
"No?" the rock star asked, raising a single eyebrow into an arch.
"No, I know that the rock star will be more than worthwhile."
"How do you figure?" He pressed his buttocks together tightly.
"That pain will open up for me a lifetime of pleasure."
"Again you are demonstrating a refreshing attitude," he said.
The rock star could tell that Lydia Murcer had many dimensions to her.
"Ohhhhhhh, I want your cock in my cunt so fucking bad now!"
"Easy baby," the rock star said, in something resembling a soothing tone.
The rock star had his ass cheeks as hard as rock with his tension.
"I feel your cock pushing between my inner cunt lips," she said.
"Yes, yes," the rock star said, jack-knifing slightly at the waist. the rock star took a deep breath and filled his lungs. He then began to let the air out of his lungs very slowly. At the same time the rock star began to push forward with his hips.
Lydia Murcer could feel the pressure of the rock star's cock head on her cunt increasing rapidly. But the girl could not feel her inner cunt lips opening to allow his cock inside.
"I can't do it!"
"Open up."
"I can't."
"Open!"
"Please-"
"Let my cock in."
"I am too tight!"
"Let my prick inside!"
"You are too thick!"
"NO!"
*****
The rock star knew that there was only one thing that was going to get his thick cock inside Lydia Murcer's super-tight pussy.
Brute force.
Luckily for the both of them, brute force was something of which she had plenty. He once again took a deep breath and completely filled his lungs. This time the rock star grunted out all of the air at once, and contemporaneously stabbed forward with his masculinely narrow hips as hard as he could.
Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips opening all right.
Lydia Murcer could feel her pussy's inner labia opening-by far-further than they had ever opened before. Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than she would have thought physically possible unless she had felt it for herself. Lydia Murcer could feel her inner cunt lips stretching taut. She could feel her pussy's tissues being stretched every bit as far as they could go. Her cunt suddenly felt like a rubber-band--a rubber-band that had been stretched all the way to the snapping point. Even in retrospect Lydia Murcer believed that the rock star's cock would really have split her wide open, perhaps right into two pieces, if it had been a millimeter or two greater in girth. She was stretched to full capacity.
Lydia Murcer could feel the tip of the rock star's cock touching her cherry and she could feel one taut MAIDENHEAD!
"Ready, baby?"
"As ready as I will ever be!"
"Here we go!" the rock star stabbed forward again. POP!
Lydia Murcer's cherry popped beautifully-with an audible noise!
*****
The truth of the matter was that Lydia Murcer could hear the popping sound of her busted maidenhead a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
It took Lydia Murcer's central nervous-system that long to get the message through its complicated network of nerve-endings into the reeling gray matter of Lydia Murcer's brain.
Then the pain arrived.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
A dull blade in her head.
A hot poker in her cunt!
Lydia Murcer could feel something hot and wet inside her cunt, something that was mixing with the natural lubrication that was already present. It took Lydia Murcer a while to figure out what this substance was, and then the solution to the problem occurred to her in a flash. This was blood she was feeling inside her cunt, blood from her recently opened wound, blood from her recently popped cherry.
"OWWWWWWWW!"
The rock star kept pushing.
Lydia Murcer could tell that there was no way the man was going to stop pushing until the penetration of her pussy could be correctly termed complete.
Lydia Murcer knew that the rock star was going to push until the entire length of his cock was inside her-and it was becoming increasingly obvious to Lydia Murcer that the rock star did not give a flying shit how much he had to hurt her in the process.
Lydia Murcer could feel the beads of cold sweat forming across her suddenly furrowed brow. The rock star could feel her entire body becoming lathered with that sweat. Lydia Murcer could hear her own screams. Lydia Murcer's screams were extremely shrill.
*****
"You want it."
"Yes!"
"You want my cock."
"Yes!"
"You want it deeper."
"Yes!"
Five
With each millimeter of penetration, of course, the man's cock got a millimeter closer to the magic focal point for her womanly yearning. She could tell that her cervix was about to be touched for the very first time.
The man stabbed down very hard with his lower torso and the girl-could feel the tip of his cock make direct contact with the very mouth of her womb-her cervix. The girl moaned.
The girl could feel a thunderbolt of pleasure running up and down the entire length of her spine, all the way from her tailbone to the base of her skull and then back again.
The man pushed downward with his tensed hips until the tip of his cock was against the back wall of her cunt.
This sensation both thrilled and frightened the girl. It thrilled her because, for the very first time in her life her cunt was completely filled with a man's throbbing cock meat.
The sensation, however, frightened the girl because she knew there were still several inches of meat at the base of the man's cock shaft remaining to be inserted.
She wondered where the man was going to put those extra inches. It was at this moment that the girl realized that her cunt, both inside and outside, was going to have to stretch as far as it could possibly go in all directions to accommodate the man's prick. She knew that the tip of his dick really was going to stab up into the core of her womanhood. The man stabbed downward again and the remainder of his dick entered the girl's juicy poontang.
She could not believe how stuffed with cock meat her cunt felt. The girl, naturally enough, thought that the man was going to start his in and out fucking motion right away. The girl thought that the man was going to fuck her hard and fast right from the word go. Ahhhhhhh, but the man had different ideas on this subject. Very different.
The man continued to press downward with his hips in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside the girl.
The girl could tell that the man's cock was so thick that it was going to rub directly against her clit as he fucked.
She knew that it was not going to be long before the base of the man's cock shaft was battering her love button.
She knew that soon the man's dick would batter her clit rhythmically like a boxer battering a small punching bag.
As the man continued to press forward with his hips she could feel an illusion being created inside her poontang.
That illusion was that the tip of the man's dick was pushing even deeper into her cunt. Of course, this was impossible.
This was merely a bit of sensory hyperbole being created by her sexually aroused, almost sexually berserk, nerves.
The man began to gyrate his hips. As he did this his balls rubbed against her mound. The man could feel the girl's inner cunt lips gripping tightly at the base of his pecker.
The man used the head and the shaft of his cock to stretch the girl's inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every possible direction, both length-wise and width-wise.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and a half to the diminutive one, the man did begin to withdraw with his prick.
To the girl's dismay the man began to remove his cock, the man began to withdraw, every bit as slowly as he had originally violated the former virgin's super-juicy vagina.
The man pulled his cock out of the girl's cunt a fraction of an inch at a time. The girl could feel her inner cunt lips being stretched up and away from the rest of the pussy.
She could feel her cunt flesh stretching taut in a new and different way. The man withdrew until just the head of his cock remained inside her cunt. The man looked down at his cock. He could see that there was blood on his pole-blood from the girl's popped hymen. He paused at the top of his stroke and breathed in and out several times.
The girl's inner cunt suddenly felt like a void, a void that desperately needed to be filled with cock meat!
The man looked down and he could see that the girl's inner pussy labia were gripping desperately at the top of his cock shaft-at the ring of scar tissue just below the head of his massive dong.
The man then stabbed forward with his hips and he drove his cock into her with all of his might-and that was saying something.
The man drove the entire length of his huge cock shaft into the girl's cunt in one fell swoop. The man drove into the girl's quivering quim with such power that he could hear the cunt making a wet farting noise. The cock displaced gas and juice and blood from the girl's recently opened internal passageway.
The girl could feel her mouth falling open as the cock drove into her. A bit of drool rolled over her slack lower lip. The saliva rolled down onto the girl's chin and her tongue, rather unattractively, came popping out of her mouth onto her puffy lower lip. All in all, the girl was glad that the man could not see her face at that moment. The girl was glad that she had earlier chosen to lose her precious maidenhead doggie-style.
The man's loins slapped hard against the cheeks of her ass.
The girl could feel her eyes opening wide as the dick slammed into her oozing cooze. Some sort of froth was working its way out of her cunt, getting onto the man's tool as he plowed that torrid twat.
The girl could feel her eyes opening so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her irises.
The girl could feel her eyes bulging and bugging outward in a manner which she imagined to be quite grotesque.
There was, as a matter-of-fact, a frightening moment or two when the girl thought her eyeballs were going to come popping right out of her head.
This did not happen, of course.
In retrospect, the girl realized that she was more stunned than injured by the sudden violation of her cunt.
The girl realized that she had simply been unaware of the fact that it was possible for her cunt to go from being completely empty to being completely full with that kind of extraordinary rapidity.
The man began to fuck. He fucked her with short little strokes at first, but he steadily lengthened them as he went along.
At first the man pulled his cock only part of the way out of the girl's cunt before shoving back in. Soon he was using the entire length of his pecker, pulling almost all the way out of her twat, so only the very tip of his cock was between her inner cunt lips, before stabbing forward once again.
He fucked slowly at first, but then steadily increased the tempo of his fucking motion. The girl could feel the tip of his cock smacking against her cervix again and again and again.
She could feel her pleasure growing a little bit more intense each time. The friction that the stem of the man's dick was causing against the inner walls of her recently opened wound was positively delicious.
*****
She could tell that the man was going to make her come. The girl could tell that he, he and his big cock, were going to make her come in a way in which she had never come before.
She could tell that the man was going to make her come deep-vagina I ly, come inside her cunt, for the first time.
All of the girl's previous comes had been clitoral in nature, whether administered by Sandy Whitson's tongue or her own diddling finger.
"Spasm, cunt," he said.
Her cunt did.
She went rocketing toward the moon with her come. When her come was over and he was still fucking Lydia became sure that he was going to make her come more than once.
She could feel her pleasure mounting toward her second come the instant her first come was through. So good.
Squish-squash.
Squish-squash.
Squish-squash.
His loins and the fronts of his thighs slapped harder than ever against her ass cheeks. She came a second time.
Lydia was pleased to discover that her second come was even longer and more intense than her third. She came a third time. Then she stopped counting.
*****
In retrospect, the girl realized that she probably would not have been able to count all of her orgasms even if she had been in the mood to try. Her deep-vaginal comes, the first deep-vaginal comes of her sexual career, were snapping off inside her cunt at a frightening rate. She could feel them blending together, becoming one never-ending come.
"I cannot stop coming, I cannot stop coming," the girl said.
She could feel the pleasure continuing to mount, boggling her.
She knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop coming either, not until the man ended the act with the spilling of his silver seed deep inside her pussy. That moment was approaching.
The girl recognized a new urgency in the rock stars fuck motion. He began to fuck in and out of her with reckless abandon. She could feel his hips shift into high gear and then into over-drive.
She could feel him fucking her cunt from the rear as hard and fast as he could-and she just KNEW that his hips were moving back and forth so fast that they would have been a blur to the naked eye if anyone had been looking at them.
Then the man rammed the entire length of his pecker into the girl's cunt.
"You are going to make me come, you are going to make me come," the handsome rock and roll performer screamed loudly.
This time the rock star kept his cock all the way inside her.
"You are going to suck the jism right out of me, baby!" he said.
"Shoot. Come. Ohhhh, shoot the goo!" the little girl hollered.
"Yes, I am coming, coming, coming," Sandy Whitson said like a wolf howling.
His cock spasmed.
He shot the goo.
He filled her hole with cream.
*****
"Gee, Sandy, that was swell," she said. "Sorry, I hurt you, there at first."
"There was nothing you could do."
"I got carried away I am afraid."
"I understand, you are a man."
"There is blood on my pecker."
"I see that."
"What are you going to do about it."
"Clean it up?"
"Good girl."
"With my tongue."
"Smart girl."
She went down on him and licked every drop of blood off of his cock. "You are a very sensuous young lady."
"Thank you, Sandy."
"I think you will go far."
"Far?"
"You can get places with that body of yours."
"How so?"
"Nice things happen to girls who fuck," the rock star said. "I'll keep that in mind," she said.
*****
Later, when alone, Lydia thought about the popping of her cherry and she got so worked up that she had to touch herself in an impure manner. She felt herself up.
She diddled her clit till she came.
Six
Daddy was throwing a wild party. Everyone who was anyone was there. There were even some movie stars there. But Lydia was not interpreted in them. She had her eye on a bank president by the of Samuel Everett Hastings III. "Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm Lydia."
"San Hastings."
"I know, I have seen your picture in the papers," she said.
"I hope I do justice to my-likeness," Sam said. "You are even better looking in person," the little girl said.
"I know who you are too, you know," he said. "Really?"
"You are in Who's Who." She blushed.
"You are an heiress," he said. "A horny one," she said. "I am a horny bank president."
"This party is boring."
"Know a place to go."
"We could go to my room."
"Okay."
That was what they did. "I have a boner," Sam said. "I want to suck you," she said. "Let's get naked," he said. "Okay," she concurred. They stripped nude. "Kneel before me," he said. She did.
The beautiful teenager could tell that she was going to have to do something about the bobbing of Samuel Hastings's pecker or else she was going to have trouble pleasuring his thighs and his balls-
Samuel Hastings's balls especially.
The beautiful teenager could tell that Samuel Hastings's cock was going to bounce off of her forehead and off of the top of her head as she pleasured his balls unless she did something to prevent the situation.
She thought about this for a moment and came up with the solution.
The beautiful teenager reached up with her precious right hand and arched her fingers at the knuckles.
She arched her fingers so that she could touch the underside of Samuel Hastings's cock with the fleshy part of her fingertips, and with the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively, without her long, red fingernails getting in the way.
The beautiful teenager touched the underside of Samuel Hastings's mammoth cock shaft gingerly with her sexually-sensitized fingertips.
She pushed the tip of his cock upward.
She did not top pushing at the man's pecker until she was pinning his dick against his belly.
The beautiful teenager could see that she was making the head of his dick throb against a spot on his stomach several inches above his concave bellybutton.
She simply LOVED the way the underside of Samuel Hastings's cock felt as it throbbed against her fingers.
The beautiful teenager ran the tips of her right fingertips up and down the underside of Samuel Hastings's cock shaft a little bit-and she pleasured him in this fashion.
The beautiful teenager could feel her salivary gland working overtime at that delightfully sexy moment.
She could feel her mouth watering with her oral anticipation.
The beautiful teenager could tell that it was not going to be long before she would be forced to swallow more frequently than usual, just to keep herself from drooling.
She lowered her head and she began to go to work.
*****
She began to kiss and lick and nibble her way up and down Samuel Hastings's inner thighs.
The beautiful teenager used her teeth to give the man little love bites.
She started her oral pleasuring program down by Samuel Hastings's knees and she worked her way upward.
The bank president moved his feet a little further apart on the floor than before. He stood with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out. His stomach was sucked in and his knees were slightly bent.
The bank president arched his back sharply and arranged himself so that his masculinely sloped loins, and therefore his aroused genitalia, were out in front of the rest of his body.
The beautiful teenager licked and kissed and bit her way so high up on the insides of Samuel Hastings's loins that he could feel the hotness and the moistness of her panting breath on the base of his scrotal sack. He begged her for oral pleasure on his nuts and on his cock and she gave in to him.
The beautiful teenager parted her fleshy, sensuous lips and allowed the tip of her tongue to protrude from her mouth as far as she could possibly get it.
The beautiful teenager stuck out her tongue so far that she could feel an uncomfortable tugging down at the roots of her taster.
She concentrated all of her attention for a moment or two on making the tip of her tongue as pointy as possible.
The bank president moaned.
The beautiful teenager placed the pointy tip of her pink tongue directly on the underside of his scrotal sack.
She began to lick at Samuel Hastings's scrotum rather tentatively at first. But that did not last for long, no that did not last for very long at all.
The beautiful teenager quickly licked at Samuel Hastings's balls with increasing eagerness and r enthusiasm.
She began to lick at Samuel Hastings's balls with the flat part of her tongue.
The beautiful teenager began to lick at Samuel Hastings's super-swollen testicles with the coated part of her sexually aroused taster. The bank president could feel the temperature of the semen inside his scrotum steadily rising.
He could tell that his silver seed's temperature was rapidly approaching the boiling point. Yes, the come inside Samuel Hastings's scrotal sack felt as if it were about to boil over at any second.
The bank president could feel a tickle of manly sexual arousal forming at the base of his cock, right at the spot where his cock and balls came together, and he knew that this tickle was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. He knew that the tickle was going to grow in intensity until it was no longer a tickle at all, but rather a comet-like ball of fire.
It would be at that point when Samuel Hastings would know that his sexual arousal had reached the saturation point. It would be at that point that Samuel Hastings would know that he had reached the point of sexual no-return, the point of orgasmic inevitability.
The bank president knew that his cock was going to be inside Lydia Murcer's head by the time that happened.
The beautiful teenager worked her tongue boldly and curiously over Samuel Hastings's scrotal sack.
She even licked up under Samuel Hastings's scrotum at the hypersensitive patch of skin in between Samuel Hastings's balls and ass-hole.
She decided that she was going to suck his balls, now that she had covered the scrotum with her spittle.
She knew that she was going to have to be careful, very careful, as she sucked Samuel Hastings's balls.
*****
The beautiful teenager knew that she could hurt Samuel Hastings severely if she sucked at his nuts too hard, and that was the very last thing she wanted to do.
The beautiful teenager concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft.
She curled her lips over her perfectly straight and pearly white teeth.
The girl concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose.
She could feel her nostrils flaring wildly.
The beautiful teenager could hear herself making intrinsically animalistic snorting noises as she breathed exclusively through her flaring nostrils. She thought she sounded like a pig.
The bank president heard the same noise and gave it a much sexier connotation.
The beautiful teenager curled her fleshy and sensuously red lips over her teeth, so that she would not risk inadvertently biting Samuel Hastings's balls as she sucked them.
The beautiful teenager then lifted her face and wrapped her pouting mouth around his left testicle.
She began to suck.
The beautiful teenager did not suck anywhere near as hard as she could have it she wanted to.
She created a subtle vacuum inside her oral cavity.
The beautiful teenager hollowed her milky white cheeks only slightly.
The bank president thought that the girl was sucking him JUST RIGHT! He moaned loudly with the acute pleasure this nut-sucking on the girl's part was spawning in his cock and balls and loins and inner thighs.
The beautiful teenager kept the tip of her pink little tongue busy at all times, so that she was sucking and licking at Samuel Hastings's super-swollen testicle simultaneously.
The bank president could feel various muscles throughout his body starting to tense up on him involuntarily, and he knew that this was soon going to be true of all of his muscles.
The bank president could feel the hot perspiration of his sexual exertion oozing from each and every pore on his body.
The bank president was becoming slick with sweat as Lydia Murcer sucked his nut.
The beautiful teenager sucked and licked at Samuel Hastings's left nut for a very long time before she pulled her mouth away so that she could catch her breath.
The girl promptly repeated the sucking and licking process with the other nut.
She sucked and licked at the second nut every bit as long as she had sucked and I icked at the first.
She pulled her bee-stung lips from Samuel Hastings's nuts for a second-and final-time.
The beautiful teenager decided that she was going to play with Samuel Hastings's balls with her hands a little bit.
Since she was still using her right hand to pin Samuel Hastings's cock to his tummy she used her left hand to play with his balls.
The girl turned her left palm upward and pushed her fingertips under the sack.
She wiggled her fingers a little bit and she fondled Samuel Hastings's nuts in this fashion.
The beautiful teenager bobbed Samuel Hastings's balls up and down on the fleshy part of her fingertips as if she were attempting to determine how much they weighed.
They were heavy.
The bank president's balls were very heavy.
The beautiful teenager then spread her left fingers apart as far as she could get them, and she stretched her palm until the skin there was taut. The beautiful teenager attempted, in vain, to clutch Samuel Hastings's entire scrotum simultaneously.
She held what she could however, and she began to squeeze rhythmically.
*****
"You know what time it is now, baby," Samuel Hastings said. "I think so."
"You tell me."
"I think it is time for me to pleasure your cock with my mouth."
"That's right."
"I am drooling."
"I see that."
Lydia parted her lips and stuck her tongue out very far.
"I need to feel your tongue on my cock so bad," Samuel Hastings said.
Lydia placed the tip of her taster on the underside of his cock.
"Oooooooooooh, yeah, baby, yeah, baby," Samuel Hastings said.
Lydia touched his cock at the very base, where Samuel's cock and balls came together. Lydia touched the very spot where the man was experiencing that growing ball of sexual fire.
Lydia flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth. She crossed her pretty eyes and she looked down past her button nose at the underside of his dick.
She quickly located the longest and thickest vein, the longest vein. Lydia straightened her back and began to lick up the underside of Samuel's cock shaft toward the head, using the main vein to determined her tongue tip's route, just as she had earlier planned.
"Ummmmmmmm, you make it feel so fucking hot," Samuel Hastings said.
The girl licked her way up steadily until she got to the fleshy patch just below his cock head. Samuel's entire body jerked when she licked him there and Lydia correctly assumed that this was a magic spot, a spot where Samuel's super-erogenous nerve-endings were clustered with extraordinary density. Lydia knew there was a chance that, at that very moment, she was licking the most hypersensitive spot on the man's entire body.
She allowed her tongue to linger on that spot and she licked upward once again, right up onto the groove on the underside of the man's cock head, the split in Samuel's glans that made that bulbous thing look so much like a right plum. Lydia did not stop licking upward until she had the tip of her tongue on the very tip of Samuel's dick. Lydia flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the swollen lips on either side of the man's piss hole. Samuel could feel just about all of the muscles in his body tensing up on him involuntarily by this time. He was shivering hard.
*****
Lydia rolled the sides of her tongue, rather lazily, over Samuel's cock head.
She was pleased to find that the stretched skin covering the head of the man's cock felt every bit as smooth on her sexually-aroused taste buds as it originally looked like it would.
She did not stop licking at the head of the man's cock until the entire thing was wet and slippery with spittle.
Then she licked up and down the underside of the man's cock shaft with the flat part of her tongue. She licked hungrily.
Eagerly.
Enthusiastically. With gusto.
With reckless abandon. Lydia treated Samuel's cock as if it were an all-day sucker or something. Lydia did not stop licking at the man's dick until the whole thing was wet and shiny.
"Yeah, baby."
"You like the way I lick your cock?" Lydia Murcer said.
"I LOVE the way your tongue feels on my pecker," Samuel Hastings said.
"Do you want me to lick at your cock some more?" Lydia Murcer said.
"No."
"No?"
"Nope."
"How come?"
"It is time for you to move on, little one," Samuel Hastings said. "To bigger and better things?" Lydia Murcer said. "That's right."
*****
Lydia knew what time it was.
She knew it was time to suck cock.
She thought about the task ahead of her. She knew that it was going to take some psyching up for her to get her head together enough so she could slap the kind of head on the man's dick that she knew it deserved.
Seven
Yes, the sweet nymphet knew that it was time to suck cock. Samuel Hastings whimpered and moaned as the sweet nymphet removed her right fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft.
"I need to feel your sweet mouth on my cock now," the handsome bank president said.
She jerked back with her head and shoulders to avoid getting slapped in her preciously cute kisser by the bulbous blue-black head of the bank president's tool of masculinity.
"I need to feel your hot lips on the head of my dick," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer reached up and gripped the bank president's cock. She verified, in this manner, her earlier assumption that her fingers would not wrap all the way around the stem of his pecker.
"I want to feel you sucking me, ohhhhhhhh," the handsome bank president said.
That is, her fingers would not reach without the help of her long red fingernails. She could feel the tips of her nails pressing red semi-circles into the heel of her right palm.
"I can't wait to taste your jism," the pretty little rich girl said.
"Why do you say that, little lady?" the handsome bank president said.
"I just know it is going to be delicious," the pretty little rich girl said.
She began to squeeze at the stem of the bank president's tool.
She synchronized the squeezing of his cock and his balls.
"Yeah, baby," the bank president said.
Lydia Murcer used her right hand to point his cock at her face.
"I need it," the bank president said.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. Lydia Murcer knew that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she possibly could if she hoped to have any chance at aJI of getting that thick cock head in her mouth.
Lydia Murcer worked her jaw from side to side a little bit. She wanted to get the kinks out of the hinges so that she would be able to distend her jaw when the time came.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose, just as she did before sucking his balls.
"I need to feel you sucking the come right out of me," the handsome bank president said.
Her nostrils against flared and the sweet nymphet could hear her animalistic snorting noises louder than ever. Lydia Murcer knew that pretty soon breathing exclusively through her nose was going to be a necessity. After all, her mouth was going to be full. Her mouth was going to be full with cock meat!
"Ohhhhhh, I want to fill your belly with jism," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer then dropped her jaw and she opened her mouth as far as she could. Her mouth fell gaping open. The skin at the corners of her mouth stretched taut. Her jaw began to ache.
"I want to feed you a hot meal of jism," the handsome bank president said.
Lydia Murcer concentrated on pushing the pain in her jaw into the back of her head, as far from her stream of consciousness as she could get it, so that she would be able to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. She could feel her jaw threatening to lock in the open position. She used her right hand to point the tip of the bank president's pole at her mouth, at her gaping mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, you are making me burn, burn, burn," the handsome bank president said.
Then she pushed forward with her face and he took the head of his dick inside her mouth. It was a tight fit but it was a fit nonetheless. The head of the bank president's cock was so thick that it stretched the corners of her mouth even further than they were stretched already-and the sweet nymphet was not sure she would have thought that was possible unless she had felt it or herself.
Lydia Murcer could feel the head of the bank president's cock throbbing against the mucous membranes at the insides of her cheeks.
She could feel the glans pulsating hard against the flat part of her tongue. She pushed forward with her face until her lips were locked desperately around the ring of scar tissue at the top of the bank president's cock shaft.
She began to suck.
There was nothing cute or subtle about the way she sucked the head of the bank president's cock as there had been earlier when she was sucking at the bank president's balls. Oh no, she sucked as hard as she could at his dick. Lydia Murcer wanted to suck the jism right out of him. Lydia Murcer could tell that she was not going to have to suck the bank president's cock for very long at all to make him come. Lydia Murcer could tell that the bank president was already very close to the brink of ecstasy.
*****
She began to pump up and down on the stem of the man's pecker with her right fist. She was sucking the bank president off and jerking the bank president off simultaneously. Samuel Hastings loved every second of it.
Lydia Murcer could feel the shaft of the bank president's cock getting a little bit thicker against her right palm and against the insides of her tightly curled fingers. Lydia Murcer's fingers were curled around the man's cock shaft so hard that her knuckles had whitened with the created tension.
Lydia Murcer began to jerk off the bank president's dick stem hard and fast, and she sucked at his cock head more enthusiastically than ever.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Lydia Murcer could feel the bank president's cock head spasming against her hand. She could feel the head of the man's dick getting even larger in her mouth, so that her jaw had to prop open even further than before to accommodate the bulk.
Then he screamed.
Loudly.
Berserk.
His dick head spasmed. He began to come.
*****
It did not take the sweet nymphet long to figure out that the bank president was going to shoot a hell of a lot more seed than she had been counting on.
She could tell immediately that she was going to have to struggle, and struggle hard, if she was going to have any chance at all of keeping all of that silver seed inside her mouth.
She puffed out her cheeks and made herself look like she had the mumps or something. Still, she could not hold all of the come.
There was too much jism and the sweet nymphet's mouth was too small to hold it all.
She could feel some of the bank president's silver seed oozing from the corners of her mouth, rolling down onto her chin where it turned quickly with its exposure to the fresh air into a substance that reminded the bank president of gray Jell-O.
*****
Lydia Murcer managed to keep most of the come inside her mouth however and this was quite an accomplishment all by itself.
Lydia Murcer found that the come was hotter than she thought it was going to be also. There was a moment when she thought the inside of her mouth was being scalded by that stuff.
She had to wait for the come to cool inside her mouth before her taste buds could appropriately register the flavor.
It was worth the wait, however, as she found that his come was delicious, even more delicious than she had thought it would be, and that was saying something.
His come tasted fishy and salty. It was refreshing in a way that her imagination never could have conjured.
She couldn't get enough of that stuff. She began to swallow hard.
Immediately. She found that she loved the texture of the stuff every bit as much as the flavor. She thought that the bank president's jism felt like so many raw egg whites as it slithered down the entire length of her gullet toward the spot of warmth and contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy where the fuck juice accumulated.
She was determined to keep sucking at the bank president's cock until his come was through. She found that she had no trouble keeping all of his jism inside of her mouth after the first blast of jism. She found that the quantity of come in each of his squirts diminished rapidly following the first blast.
She timed her sucking motions and her swallowing action so that these reactions were in sync with the spasms and squirts from the bank president's dick.
She sucked and swallowed.
Sucked and swallowed.
Sucked and swallowed.
She emptied his scrotum.
She sucked him until his come was through.
All of his muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed once his climax was through. Lydia Murcer felt as if she had just been fed a hot meal. She had been able to feel herself grow healthier as she quaffed down that cream.
*****
She left her right hand on his cock shaft.
She left her left hand under his balls.
She loosened her grip with both hands, however, as she showed an immediate respect for his unadulterated sexual appeasement.
She left her mouth on his purple cock head.
She stopped sucking, however, when his come was over. She left the head of his cock in her mouth because it felt so good in there. It felt at home in there. She could feel the shaft of his cock getting skinnier. Her fingers were now able to wrap themselves all the way around his cock shaft without the help of her long red fingernails. She could feel the head of his cock getting smaller too, and this offered her jaw its first chance to relax in what felt like ages.
The she did pull her mouth off the head of the man's cock.
"I cannot believe how fucking good that felt," the handsome bank president said.
The girl did not pull her mouth off of his cock head very far. She stopped pulling back when her upper lip was still less than inch away from the still swollen lips astride his piss hole.
The girl crossed her eyes and looked down past her nose at the tip of the man's cock. She could see that there was something connecting his piss hole and her mouth but it took her a moment or two to figure out what that was. She finally realized that it was a string of come that was bridging them.
"My pleasure was so fucking intense," the handsome bank president said.
She pulled back with her head and shoulders another three inches and that string of come stretched and drooped and broke. She pumped at the stem of the man's cock three times to see if there was any come trapped uncomfortably inside his softening cock shaft. Three droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater oozed from the man's urethra.
She licked those droplets away with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
*****
She could see that the entire shaft of the man's cock was covered with a thin film of come so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean. She did not stop until he was as clean as a whistle.
Eight
Oddly, Lydia's next sexual experience was with the police commissioner of her city. They met at a Murcer Corp. function.
He took her home.
She thought it strange at first but soon thought of him as a man rather than as a cop. After all, he was very good looking.
Older.
Distinguished.
And weird.
Things got peculiar fast with Commissioner Peterson.
It was Lydia who got the kinkiness started.
"I am in the mood to try something that I have never tried before," the pretty little girl said.
"What's that?" the police commissioner asked, tilting his handsome head to one side.
"I am in the mood to her fucked-but in a brand new way, the pretty little girl said.
"Just tell me more precisely what you mean, and your sexual fantasy can come true," the police commissioner said.
"I, uhhhhhhhh, I guess I should just put this bluntly," the pretty little girl said.
"I always got the impression that not beating around the push was never one of your problems," the police commissioner said.
"Okay, okay, all right, all right, what I am trying to say is, I want to get fucked in the ass," the pretty little girl said.
"Ohhhhhhh. I had a feeling that was what you were talking about."
"I want to take your big cock right up the pooper," the pretty little girl said.
"I think that can be arranged," the police commissioner said with a smirk.
"Should I just get on my hands and knees and let you plow me?"
"No, no, no. There are preparations to be made," the police commissioner said. "What?"
"For one thing, my cock is not yet completely hard," the police commissioner said.
"Ohhhhh, I'll bet that wouldn't take long to achieve," the pretty little girl said.
"No, I suppose not, especially if you were giving me a helping hand."
Lydia Murcer reached down and took the police commissioner's cock in her fist.
"A helping hand," she said with a giggle, tugging at his dick.
"Yes, but, I suspect that getting my cock hard is going to be the easy part."
"What do you mean?"
"I think that it is GETTING YOUR ASS PREPARED THAT WE SHOULD WORRY ABOUT."
"Why?"
"You said it yourself. You have never been fucked in the bung before," the police commissioner said. "True."
"It is not as easy as having your pussy cherry popped, you know."
"No."
"No way."
"Why is there a difference?" the pretty little girl queried, raising an eyebrow. "Well, for one thing, your ass-hole is tighter, much tighter."
"I see."
"You cunt was designed to take things inside. Your ass-hole was designed only to push things out," the police commissioner said.
"I see. It is going to be difficult, I suppose, for you to get your thick log of beef into my poop-chute?" the pretty little girl said.
"Yes. I have a sneaking suspicion that the initial penetration of your ass-hole is going to take all of my energy."
"Gosh."
"And that is even after the preparations have been made," the police commissioner said.
"Please, tell me, what sort of preparations are these that you are talking about," the pretty little girl requested firmly.
"You are going to have to be purged and you are going to have to be lubricated before I can even think of reaming you."
"I understand the lubrication part, but what does purge mean?"
"It means that you are going to receive an enema," the police commissioner said.
"Oh."
"You know what an enema is, right?" the police commissioner said.
"Oh yes. That is what they give people to make them shit."
"Right. I am going to be flushing out your bowels with hot water."
"I think that it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun," the pretty little girl said.
"In that case I suggest we move the sideshow to the John," the police commissioner said.
"Right," the pretty little girl said.
*****
Commissioner Peterson fetched his enema bag and showed it to the pretty little girl.
"What do you think of my purging device?" the man said.
"I think it looks like a hot water bottle," the man said. "Oh?"
"Yes, just like those I used to keep me warm on cold winter nights when I was just a little girl," the pretty little girl said.
"Except, I'll bet your hot water bottle did not have a long rubber hose dangling from the base of it," the police commissioner said.
"No. I can see that there is a little metal clamp around the rubber hose, pinching it closed-why is that there?"
"That is there to keep any of the water from flowing down the hose and out the plastic nozzle prematurely."
"I presume by prematurely you mean before the nozzle has been shoved up inside my ass-hole," the girl said.
"That's right."
"That nozzle sure is long!" the pretty little girl
"Sure is." I
"Longer than it really has to be, don't you think?" the pretty little girl said.
"Maybe a little. Maybe that's why I like it a lot," the police commissioner said.
"That would figure. The nozzle must be four and a half inches long," the pretty little girl said.
"That's true."
" "It is long enough to be correctly termed a syringe!" the pretty little girl said.
"I think that is what they ARE called in the pharmacy," the police commissioner said.
"The nozzle certainly is bizarrely shaped," the girl said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, it sure as hell is not shaped for easy penetration," the pretty little girl said. "No."
"I can see that the plastic enema syringe is thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base," the pretty little girl said.
"Yes."
"But why? Wouldn't it be so much easier to get it up inside my ass-hole if it were tapered at the tip or something."
"I suppose it would. But the tip must LOCK inside your colon while your ass-hole squeezes at the skinnier base."
"Lock?" the pretty little girl said.
"That's right."
"What do you mean, lock?"
"Let me put it this way. It is going to take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of your ass-hole after it has been deeply inserted," the man said.
"I see. I can see that the enema bag sure is BIG!" the pretty little girl said.
"Sure is."
"It looks like it could hold many quarts of water," the pretty little girl said. "It can."
"How, how much water are you going to put in the bag?" the pretty little girl said.
"I figured I was going to fill the bag all the way to the brim."
"I see. Then, uhhhhhhhh, how much of that water am I going to be expected to take inside my ass-hole?" the pretty little girl said.
"Why, you would be expected to take all of it," the police commissioner said.
"But-"
"No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Taking all of the water is the only way that we can be assured that your bowels are thoroughly purged."
"I don't think there is any way I can hold all of that water."
"No?"
"No! I think that I am going to keep shitting out the water prematurely."
"We are just going to have to repeat the process again and again until you get it right," the police commissioner said.
"Oh my."
"The trick is, you see, to tense the ring of muscle at the mouth of your rectum while you are completely relaxing the muscles around your colon," the police commissioner said.
"I see. But-"
"What?"
"That sounds impossible," the pretty little girl said.
"I assure you that it is not," the police commissioner said.
"Oh my," the pretty little girl said.
Lydia Murcer sounded EXTREMELY worried.
"I have a feeling that you are going to get the knack of it!"
*****
"Do you want me to get in the tub?" the naked girl questioned.
"That might be a good idea," the police commissioner said with a small laugh.
"Do you want me to stretch out on my belly or something?"
"No, no, no, no, I want you to remain standing," the police commissioner said.
"Okay."
"Turn so that you are facing the shower nozzle. Good girl."
Lydia Murcer could feel a tingling of anticipation in her ass-hole.
"I want you to stand with your feet as far apart in the tub as you can," the police commissioner said.
"Right," the pretty little girl said.
The tub was made of white porcelain. It was cool on the pretty little girl's dainty feet. She pushed her feet as far apart as she could possibly get them in the tub. She didn't stop parting her feet until her ankle bones were pressed against the sides of the tub. She parted her thighs to a perfect ninety-degree angle. She parted her thighs so far that her inner thighs and her ass cheeks parted right along with her thighs.
"Good," the police commissioner said.
Commissioner Peterson put the latex enema bag in the sink and he began to rinse it off. Commissioner Peterson sterilized the plastic enema nozzle with some rubbing alcohol.
He then began to fill the bag.
"What temperature are you going to make the water?" she asked.
"I am going to make sure that the water is steamy hot," the police commissioner said.
"Are you going to scald the inside of my ass?" the pretty little girl said.
"The water should be just shy of scalding, to tell the truth," the police commissioner said.
"I hope so."
She could see the steam rising from the top of the bag.
*****
Commissioner Peterson lifted the bag out of the sink. He had filled it all the way to the brim just as he had promised he would.
Commissioner Peterson found that the bag was remarkably heavy. He found that his muscles had to strain to get the bag out of the sink. Commissioner Peterson attached the bag to the overhead chrome pole that was usually used exclusively to support the plastic shower curtain. The curtain rob bowed under the weight of the bag. The hose dangled downward. The enema nozzle, the multiply perforated plastic purging syringe, swung from side to side just like a pendulum.
The tingling in the pretty little girl's ass-hole was getting steadily worse. She could feel her ass-hole opening and closing.
Commissioner Peterson began to massage her ass cheeks gently with his palm. Commissioner Peterson then dug the tips of his fingers right into the crack of the little girls ass. He touched her hot, hot ass-hole with the tip of his middle finger and the little girl could be heard to whimper with her passion. She purred just like an alley cat.
Commissioner Peterson pulled her cheeks apart.
Far.
As far as they could go.
She could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut.
Even some of the puckers in the girl's rectum had been smoothed by the pressure he was exerting down there.
"Oh, open me."
"You are opened."
"It is so good."
"Can you feel air on your ass-hole?" Commissioner Peterson asked. "YES!"
"Good. Prepare for purging."
"Ready as I'll ever be!"
Nine
Commissioner Peterson slid the tip of the plastic enema nozzle up and down the entire length of the crack of the girl's ass.
Commissioner Peterson could not help but notice that Lydia Murcer shivered and whimpered each and every time the nozzle touched her bung.
Commissioner Peterson slid the tip of the syringe from the top of the crack of her ass all the way down to the base of her cunt.
The nozzle picked up a little natural lubrication from the base of Lydia Murcer's poontang. She was pleased.
The young millionairess knew that this meant the nozzle would slide up into her bung hole with greater ease than it might have if it were dry.
"I want you to jack-knife at the waist now," the man said.
"Okay," Lydia Murcer said, folding to a ninety-degree angle.
Her head lowered.
"Place your hands on your knees or on the tiled wall in front of you to make this easier," the handsome man said.
The young millionairess opted to place her hands on the wall in front of her. Commissioner Peterson stopped moving the tip of the nozzle up and down when it was poised at the center of the pink asterisk of the ass-hole.
The young millionairess tried to breathe slowly and normally but she found that this was very difficult, because if her fear and excitement.
Commissioner Peterson then snapped his wrist and he DROVE the tip of the nozzle up into Lydia Murcer's ass-hole. She grunted loudly. The sound even echoed loudly.
"OOOF!"
The young millionairess behaved as if the violation of her bung hole by the plastic enema syringe had somehow managed to knock all of the wind out of her lungs.
Commissioner Peterson pushed the plastic enema syringe into Lydia Murcer's ass-hole as deeply as he could get it. All the way.
The young millionairess could feel the tip of the nozzle pushing right up past her tight tubular sphincter muscle up into her colon-just like it was supposed to.
The young millionairess could feel her ass-hole squeezing hard at the skinny base of the nozzle, just like it was supposed to.
Commissioner Peterson gave the hose a little tug, to make sure the tip of the nozzle was locked inside Lydia Murcer's willing colon.
It was.
From that point on, Commissioner Peterson wasted no time whatsoever getting things started. He immediately released the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to flow.
The water began to rush into Lydia Murcer's frightened ass-hole.
"Take that water!" Commissioner Peterson exclaimed loudly-with great gusto.
"The water is too hot, too hot," Lydia Murcer said.
"No, it is just hot enough," Commissioner Peterson said.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Lydia Murcer said.
The young millionairess finally realized that Commissioner Peterson was right. The insides of her bowels were not going to be scalded by the steamy water.
It just took her internal tissues some time to get used to the temperature. The young millionairess's first instinct was to shit the water right back out.
She knew that this was something that she was going to have to avoid at all costs. She quickly managed to relax her colon-though she never figured out quite how, while keeping her ass-hole as tightly closed around the skinny base of the nozzle as tightly as she could get it.
Her bowels filled.
The bag emptied.
The young millionairess glanced downward and she was shocked to see that her lower tummy was bloating outward. Then the pain started.
The young millionairess could feel roaring cramps ripping through her midsection.
It was at this point that Lydia Murcer finally understood why Commissioner Peterson had asked her to stand jack-knifed at the waist.
He had known all along that she was going to feel these horrible cramps.
He had known all along that the cramps were only going to force her into this jack-knifed position anyway. The pieces fit into the puzzle.
"The bag is about three-quarters empty," Commissioner Peterson said.
The young millionairess STILL did not think she would be able to take all of the water.
*****
"I HAVE TO SHIT, I HAVE TO SHIT SO FUCKING BAD!" Lydia Murcer said. "Yes."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I do not think I can take another drop of water!"
"You have just a little ways to go," Commissioner Peterson said in a tone that was supposed to be soothing.
"I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO SHIT-BY FAR-WORSE THAN I HAVE EVER HAD TO SHIT BEFORE!"
"That is way I have your ass facing the long end of the tub."
"Why?"
"Because you are going to make some kind of mess when you are finally allowed to release the water," Commissioner Peterson said.
"I believe that."
It seemed like an eternity, but the enema bag finally emptied.
"The water is all inside you now, baby," Commissioner Peterson said.
"I cannot believe I took all of the water," the girl said.
"You did. Now just a second, while I remove the nozzle from your ass."
"Please hurry."
"I will."
"I feel like I am going to explode from the internal pressure I am feeling down in my bowels at any second."
"I know."
Commissioner Peterson again pulled Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He grabbed the spot where the plastic enema nozzle fit into the rubber hose. He pulled.
POP!
That was the sound the enema nozzle made as it came out of Lydia Murcer's tender virginal ass-hole. Because of the flared nature of the perforated syringe, which still dripped a droplet or two of water, the ass-hole was forced to stretch outward from the rest of the cleavage between Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks before popping free.
"You may release the water now, baby," Commissioner Peterson said.
These were the sweetest words Lydia Murcer had ever heard.
The young millionairess wasted no time complying with Commissioner Peterson's instructions.
"OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHH!" Lydia Murcer said.
She immediately clamped down on the muscles straddling her colon.
"O WWW WWW WW! OWWWWWWWW!" the pretty girl exclaimed.
Commissioner Peterson stepped back to avoid getting in the way of the release. The young millionairess relaxed her ass-hole for the first time in what felt to her, anyway, like ages.
The result was violent.
Indeed!
FFFFRRRRAAAAPPPP!
That was the blustering noise that Lydia Murcer's ass-hole made.
*****
The young millionairess farted wetly and noisily.
There was no doubt in Lydia Murcer's mind that this was the loudest and most savagely wet farting noise Lydia Murcer had ever heard in her entire life.
Commissioner Peterson figured that it had to be in the top ten loudest farts he had ever heard in his life too, and that was saying something because Commissioner Peterson had heard more than his share of farts in his day.
The water came shooting out of her ass-hole violently.
The young millionairess filled the tub with her rust-colored water.
The room instantly began to reek of her inner-bowels' scent. She shivered and moaned.
She could feel the cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs. She could feel her clit spasming.
The young millionairess could feel something bizarre happening to her at that moment, something that she would not have thought possible in a million years unless he had felt it for herself.
She was coming.
She was shitting.
She was coming and shitting at the same time!
*****
The young millionairess pushed the last of the water out of her bowels. The water pressure died down after a while.
The water had come BLASTING out of her blustering ass-hole at first.
Then, after the system calmed down, the water began to roll, more thickly and darkly, down the backs of her legs.
She removed her right hand from the tiled wall in front of her and she began to stroke rapidly up and down the insides of her thighs.
Then she found the moistness and hotness of her cunt gash with her bold and curious fingers. She began to diddle herself.
She found her clit with the tip of his right forefinger. She knew that this was no time to be cute. No time at all.
The young millionairess practically pressed her little man in the boat flat against the base of her pubic bone.
She was already coming. She just wanted to make herself come harder. The young millionairess could feel her facial features contorting to the point where she did not even look very much like herself anymore. The young millionairess worked the tip of her right forefinger, the fleshy part of her fingertip, back and forth across her love button as hard and fast as she could, and she did not stop until she had finished her come.
The young millionairess could feel the muscles in her legs getting increasingly shaky. She could feel her knees getting weaker and weaker.
The purging and the coming made the muscles in Lydia Murcer's shapely gams feel as if they had suddenly and magically been transformed into so much stale ginger ale.
The girl was not at all sure how much longer her legs were going to be willing to support the weight of her body.
Then he legs did give out and Lydia Murcer collapsed into the bottom of the white porcelain basin.
*****
"You took all of the water."
"I did!"
"I am proud of you."
"I am proud of myself."
"Pee-you."
"Yes-"
"You made quite a stink."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. As long as you clean up," Commissioner Peterson said. "Clean up?"
"Yes, I want you to clean the tub and yourself before we proceed," Commissioner Peterson said. "Right."
Wasn't that always the way? Women always got to do the shit work! But she did it.
She cleaned up all the mess.
Ten
"I want you to get on your hands and knees on the bed," Commissioner Stevenson said.
"All right. I need to feel your cock now, where I have never felt it before."
"You shall. It is time for you to be lubricated," she said.
"Oh? What are you going to lubricate me with?" Lydia Murcer said. "I am going to use petroleum jelly," the handsome man said.
"Oooooooooh, that stuff is SLIPPERY!" Lydia Murcer said.
"That's right. Just about the slipperiest stuff there is."
"I cannot wait to feel the petroleum jelly oh my bung hole!"
Lydia Murcer could feel her nether eye winking at Commissioner Stevenson.
"Yes, I have a plastic jar of the stuff here with a metallic cap."
"Ummmmmmmm, my inner bowels need to be reamed so fucking bad!"
"Ohhhhh, yeah, baby, I need to have my cock sucked by your ass-hole."
Lydia Murcer was on her hands and knees. Her tits drooped beneath her chest.
"Move your knees apart on the bed as far as you can get them," Commissioner Stevenson said.
"Okay," Lydia Murcer said.
"I want your inner thighs parted to an obtuse angle," Commissioner Stevenson said.
"Right."
Lydia Murcer could feel her ass cheeks and cunt lips parting with her thighs.
"That's good," Commissioner Stevenson said. He flipped the cap off the jar of jelly.
"Ohhhhh, I can feel the horniness in my ass getting worse all the time!"
"Easy, baby."
Commissioner Stevenson scooped some of the jelly onto his right fingertips.
"This is going to feel a little cold," Commissioner Stevenson warned me.
He used his left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
"Easy does it, baby," Commissioner Stevenson said, attempting to sooth her.
"The jelly is so slippery. It is melting on my ass," Lydia Murcer said.
"I can feel it too," Commissioner Stevenson said in a whispery voice.
"Are you going to push some of that jelly up inside my ass-hole?"
"You have better believe it, baby," Commissioner Stevenson said sternly.
"How are you going to push the jelly inside my ass-hole?" Lydia Murcer said.
"I am going to use one of my fingers to do the job," Commissioner Stevenson said.
"Which finger are you going to use?" Lydia Murcer questioned curiously. , "I am going to use my right middle finger," the man said.
Lydia Murcer could feel some of the puckers in her ass-hole being smoothed as Commissioner Stevenson continued to hold her ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
Commissioner Stevenson placed the tip of his right middle finger precisely on the center of the pink asterisk of Lydia Murcer's ass-hole.
Commissioner Stevenson snapped his extraordinarily strong wrist and drove the longest of his digits deep into the girl's bung.
*****
"OOOOF!"
Lydia Murcer thought the sensation was intense, but she was smart enough to know that this sensation was nothing compared to those she could feel when Commissioner Stevenson did the same thing with his huge cock.
Commissioner Stevenson pushed the tip of his right middle finger right up past Lydia Murcer's tight tubular sphincter muscle, right up into her colon. Commissioner Stevenson pushed his finger up inside Lydia Murcer's ass-hole as deeply as he could make it go.
Commissioner Stevenson pushed his right middle finger up the girl's poop-chute, into Lydia Murcer's bowels, until her ass-hole was gripping the longest of his digits at the third knuckle. Commissioner Stevenson began to wiggle his finger around inside her ass-hole. The tip of his finger pressed here there and everywhere. Commissioner Stevenson pressed against a variety of spots with a variety of pressures. Commissioner Stevenson began to work his right middle finger in and out of Lydia Murcer's ass-hole. He could feel her ass-hole gripping his finger. The girl could feel his finger seemingly driving deeper and deeper into her ass. But still, the girl was smart enough to know fairly quickly that Commissioner Stevenson's right middle finger was nowhere near long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal anxieties. Lydia Murcer knew that the appeasement of her inner-ass-hole yearnings was a task that was reserved exclusively for Commissioner Stevenson's cock.
*****
Commissioner Stevenson sensed this also and he pulled his finger out of her ass. He sniffed his right middle fingertip. Commissioner Stevenson raised his right eyebrow into a high arch on his forehead. Commissioner Stevenson's forehead was creased with a combination of libidinous tension and self-amusement.
Commissioner Stevenson scooped a fresh glob of jelly out of the jar and began to lubricate his own pecker.
Commissioner Stevenson smeared petroleum jelly up and down the entire length of his cock shaft. He put a little extra petroleum jelly on the head of his cock where he knew the slippery stuff would do the most good. Commissioner Stevenson then knelt up straight on the bed, with his back straight.
Lydia Murcer arched her back so that a femininely graceful curve formed at the small of her back, a curve that led upward to the extraordinarily graceful and lovely mounds of her parted ass cheeks. Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks were grossly parted.
Commissioner Stevenson could see that. Lydia Murcer was whimpering and purring and drooling. Commissioner Stevenson could tell that Lydia Murcer was very close to losing control of herself.
Commissioner Stevenson continued to hold Lydia Murcer's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go with his left hand. He reached downward and he made a fist around his greasy pecker with his right hand.
Commissioner Stevenson used his right hand to push the tip of his cock right up into the cleavage between the girl's closely parted buttocks.
Commissioner Stevenson ran the tip of his long and thick tool of masculinity up and down the entire length of the crack of Lydia Murcer's ass.
Commissioner Stevenson could not help but notice that Lydia Murcer whimpered and purred extra loud with her sexual arousal and desire each and every time the tip of Commissioner Stevenson's furious phallus made direct contact with the swollen and hypersensitive mucous membranes of Lydia Murcer's pooper. Commissioner Stevenson then stopped moving the head of his cock up and down when it was poised directly on the pink asterisk of Lydia Murcer's winking nether eye.
"Are you ready?"
"I think so?"
"What does that mean."
"I am frightened."
"Why?"
"You are so big."
"Grow up."
"I am trying so hard!"
Commissioner Stevenson tensed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass and pressed his masculinely taut buttocks together as tightly as he could get them, as if he were trying to make his ass cheeks the precise opposite of hers in every possible way. Commissioner Stevenson jack-knifed slightly at the waist and grunted loudly. He stabbed forward with his lower torso very hard and Lydia Murcer could feel her ass-hole stretching open. Lydia Murcer could feel her ass-hole stretching open further than it had ever stretched before. Lydia Murcer could feel her ass-hole turning into a gaping mouth. She could feel the entire head of his cock pushing inside her ass-hole. She could feel her ass-hole gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the top of his cock shaft just below the lower rim of his glans. Commissioner Stevenson pushed forward very hard but still the tip of his cock only entered Lydia Murcer's ass-hole a fraction of an inch at a time. Lydia Murcer tried as hard as she could to relax the muscles in her ass but she discovered quick enough that this did not do a hell of a lot of good. Lydia Murcer could feel a horrible pain in her ass as Commissioner Stevenson pushed the blunt tip of his pecker past the ass important ring of muscle at the mouth of her rectum. Lydia Murcer felt as if she had just been stabbed in the ass-hole with a redhot poker. Then Lydia Murcer could feel the tip of the man's cock pushing past her tight tubular sphincter muscle into the softer and infinitely more elastic flesh of her colon. Lydia Murcer could tell that there was no way Commissioner Stevenson was going to stop pushing until the entire length of his cock was inside her. Lydia Murcer could tell that Commissioner Stevenson was not going to stop pushing forward with his slender hips until her ass-hole was gripping his fleshy sword at the hilt, until the tip of his cock was lodged against a spot at her smelliest core.
*****
That was exactly what he did.
"Owwwwwwww," Lydia Murcer said.
"You love it," Commissioner Stevenson said.
"Please-"
"YOU LOVE IT!"
"Nooooooo!"
"Confess!"
"Yes, I love it!" Lydia Murcer said.
Commissioner Stevenson laughed.
He drove the remainder of his pecker inside her ass. She could tell that there were spots inside her ass where her internal passageway was being stretched and straightened further than it was supposed to go. Lydia Murcer could feel sharp pains inside her ass. She could feel something wet inside her ass and she could tell that Commissioner Stevenson was drawing blood with his pecker. Lydia Murcer knew that there was going to be a scarlet coating all over Commissioner Stevenson's meat loaf by the time he was through brutally buggering her poor ass-hole. She took every inch of his cock meat up inside her ass-hole-and she had to admit, at least to herself, that she felt damned proud of herself for that. So, she had bled a little bit, she had still taken each and every millimeter of Commissioner Stevenson's cock up inside her bowels, and that was all that really mattered.
Commissioner Stevenson began to fuck.
"I feel my pain fading."
"Good, baby."
"Something is happening."
"What?"
"I feel the pleasure-"
"Yes?"
"I feel the pleasure growing."
"Good."
"Growing fast."
"Excellent."
"You are going to make something happen inside me," Lydia Murcer said.
"What, what am I going to make happen to you?" Commissioner Stevenson said.
"You, you, you are going to make me come, ohhhhhh," Lydia Murcer said.
"Good."
"You are going to make me come in a brand new way," Lydia Murcer said. "New."
"Yes."
"How so?"
"You are going to make me come in a way in which I have never come before."
"This is not going to be a clitoral climax, huh?" Commissioner Stevenson said.
"No."
"This is not going to be a deep vaginal orgasm?" Commissioner Stevenson said. "NO."
"What is it going to be."
"You are going to make me come inside my ass, inside my ass!"
*****
Her bowels spasmed. Her colon convulsed. Her ass-hole contracted. His cock spasmed. They came together.
Epilogue
As an adult, Lydia decided that she wanted a career in film. Since she was a lousy actress, she made porno films.
She couldn't act-but she sure could fuck. Lydia, because of her extraordinary beauty and sexual fervor, became an instant star.
She had three hit films in the first six months of her career.
They were:
WIDE WORLD OF SPURTS
F.A.R.T. SEX AGENT FROM HELL and, THE FISTING OF FELICIA.
All three were box office sensations, and were even more successful in the video tape trade. Lydia got to fuck PROFESSIONAL studs, and they agreed she was a great fuck, thus OFFICIALLY placing Lydia Murcer, heiress to the Murcer Corporation fortune, among the sexual elite.