The beautiful schoolteacher stripped herself naked and then pulled the strap-on dildo over her legs. The dildo was long and thick.
It was made of black rubber. On the bed was the teenaged girl, fucked only once before and a little frightened. The girl was on her back.
Her legs were spread. Her pussy was drooling. Her clit was throbbing. There was a maddening itch inside her cunt that desperately needed to be scratched.
The teacher mounted the girl.
The dildo was eased into the criminally young I girl's cunt all the way, inch by inch, until that pussy was bulging inside and out. Then the teacher began to fuck and the girl screamed bloody murder. The teenager began to come almost immediately and once she started she couldn't stop!
CHAPTER ONE
Luscious Cindy Bernardi put on reflector shades after a time so the sunset could no longer see her swollen eyes. Her cheeks were stained with the tracks of her tears.'
It was late summer, the end of the summer, school was about to begin. She was awkward, swollen with child, and she was only sixteen.
Cindy's strawberry blonde hair reddened and became a fiery hue as the sun lowered in the west. The sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose took on the color of coagulated buttermilk.
She sat on the blanket on the beach. She didn't even have a boyfriend. She knew exactly how long it had been since she had last bled.
Yes, Cindy had counted the days.
She wondered if she would ever bleed again. Yes, you will bleed again, a tiny voice in the back of her head assured her. Cindy could feel the sand getting down the back of her cut-off jeans. She felt as if she were getting a rash in the crack of her ass. She couldn't take it anymore.
She no longer wanted to live the life of Job the worst of her pain, the pain of child-birth yet to come. She struggled to her feet and waddled toward the sea.
She looked as if she wanted to walk to the other side of the ocean. Cindy looked as if she wanted to walk home.
Cindy had decided that her long journey into hell had ended. She grew wings and this bird began to fly.
But she flew too low and the teenaged unwed mother splashed into the water, deeper and deeper, her swollen belly disappearing beneath the lick of white water.
Then she submerged and drifted away, drifted away. . .
"Come in, Cindy. You wanted to see me about something?' the beautiful high school teacher said in a soothing tone. Her name was Miss McKeever, and Cindy thought she was the prettiest teacher in the whole school.
"Yes, Miss McKeever. It is something personal. It doesn't have to do with class or anything like that. I hope you don't mind," Cindy said.
The teenager's voice was trembling. She stood with her hands folded in front of her in front of the teacher's desk. Miss McKeever gestured for her to sit down.
"I'm not just your teacher, Cindy. I also am your friend, at least I want to be?" Miss McKeever said. "You can tell me anything you like ask me anything you like."
"Thanks. This isn't going to be easy for me to talk about," Cindy said.
"Take a couple of deep breaths and just blurt it out," Miss McKeever said.
It was after class and the two of them were all alone in the classroom.
"You probably are wondering what's the matter with me, aren't you?" Cindy said.
"I don't know what you mean. You seem fine to me. Quiet, perhaps."
"Haven't you noticed how the kids ignore me. You're new here. Maybe that's why you think I'm fine."
"I thought you were just shy and enjoyed staying to yourself," Miss McKeever said.
"A year ago I was one of the most popular girls in this school."
"Something happened, Cindy? Am I the only one who doesn't know?"
"I guess. Maybe that's why I wanted to talk to you. To tell you, so that you would know my side of the story before you heard rumors from the others."
"Please go on. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think," Miss McKeever said.
Cindy felt like laughing or crying. She didn't know which.
"Okay. I'm going to do like you said. I'm just going to blurt it out. I was going out with three guys last fall, all of them on the football team. I had sex with all three, all during the same time period, and I got pregnant. I had no idea who the father was, so it was unfair to pin the rap on any of them. Once I began to show none of the boys would have anything to do with me. I guess that sort of thing is to be expected."
"You had the baby?"
"I killed the baby," Cindy said. "I was in my eighth month just a few weeks ago and I ran into the ocean and tried to drown myself. A guy who happened to be walking along tugged me out and saved me but he didn't save the baby. The baby is gone. I killed it. They wouldn't tell me if it was a boy or a girl. I aborted it right there on the beach. I can't stop thinking about what it would have been and who it would have been."
Cindy burst into tears. Miss McKeever got up and circled from behind her desk. Cindy rose from her front row desk and fell into the taller teacher's arms.
Miss McKeever held the weeping little girl close, her pretty little face to her plentiful bosom. Miss McKeever caressed the back of the little girl's head.
"Now you hate me too, right?" Cindy said, seemingly oblivious to the comforting she was receiving.
"Not at all, my precious, not at all," Cindy said. Cindy could feel the teacher's leg push up between her thighs. Miss McKeever's thigh rubbed ever-so-gently at the crotch of Cindy's jeans.
Cindy felt a stirring in her loins, a heat in her thighs, an ache in her soft underbelly. These were symptoms of horniness. Cindy realized that she was becoming sexually aroused by this embrace. The little strawberry blonde wouldn't have expected that to happen in a million years.
"I will be your friend," Miss McKeever said.
"Will you be my good friend?" Cindy said.
Cindy was flirting without fully realizing it. This was so bizarre that it was taking Cindy's consciousness a moment or two to register it.
"As close as you wish," Miss McKeever said. Cindy's wet face moved to the side of Miss McKeever's neck. Cindy had to get up on the toes of her sneakers to do this.
"None of the boys will have anything to do with me. I'll never feel loved again. I bit off more than I could chew and I am paying the price," Cindy sobbed.
"You need not cry. You will feel loved again. I promise," Miss McKeever said.
"I will have to run away and start over where no one knows me where no one knows what I have done," the little girl said in a shaky voice.
"You can feel loved and stay right here," Miss McKeever said.
"But how?" Cindy asked. She pulled her head away from Miss McKeever's neck so that their eyes could meet.
Cindy had a feeling that she knew the answer and her breath caught as she anticipated the answer. Cindy had always sensed vibes from Miss McKeever a certain indefinable aura. But what? It seemed almost sexual. Had she sensed this would happen? Was that why this rendezvous had been arranged? Cindy had a feeling that her sub-conscious was making her decisions for her. It was a sub-conscious without .conscience. "You don't need a boy to feel love or pleasure," Miss McKeever whispered.
Cindy could see undeniable passion in the beautiful teacher's eyes.
"W-W-W-Will you give those th-th-things to me?" Cindy stammered.
"Go over there and lock the classroom door, Cindy," Miss McKeever said.
"Yes, Miss McKeever," Cindy said in an expressionless voice. Cindy felt as if she were lost in a vacuum. Later she would not remember walking across the room to lock the door and she would not remember returning to the teacher's side. The next thing she knew the door was already locked and she was once again in Miss McKeever's arms.
"Relax, you are feeling horny?" Miss McKeever whispered.
"Very. I'm shocked. Not by the fact that I don't like it but by the fact that I do like it. I like being touched by you more than I ever thought I would. More than I ever thought I could."
Cindy was telling the truth.
She could feel the blood of her feminine passion, her sudden lesbian lust, rushing downward in her body.
Cindy could tell that each and every drop of that blood was heading for the pink delta between her thighs.
Cindy could feel her inner and outer cunt lips swelling rapidly toward thorough engorgement. Her inner thighs were hot.
The ache in Cindy's soft underbelly got worse with each passing second. Cindy reached up and placed her tiny hands at the back of the teacher's neck. She twined her dainty fingers there.
Miss McKeever wrapped her arms around the little girl's once again slender figure. Being young, Cindy's body had bounced back quickly from her pregnancy. , .
Their faces moved toward one another. The teacher stooped. Cindy once again got up on her toes. The little girl tilted her chin upward.
Miss McKeever ran the tip of her tongue over her lips to moisten them and the little teenager quickly did the same. Their faces approached one another as if they were moving in slow motion.
They both closed their eyes.
Cindy had felt horny quite a bit since her miscarriage though she had tried to push her lust into the back of her head. There was a deep despair connected with Cindy's horniness before she first fell into Miss McKeever's arms. The girl thought she would never again have a lover.
She did not want to become a chronic masturbator, although she had feared that that was an inevitability if the dreadful social situation continued.
But now Cindy's despair was removed. She realized that she had been bisexual all along, and remembered all the times she had fantasized about all-girl sex.
Miss McKeever's lips pressed against Cindy's. Their lips tingled and writhed together like two pairs of sensuous pillows. Cindy's mouth watered.
The teenaged strawberry blonde could feel her salivary gland working overtime. She could feel her still-swollen breasts aching with desire. Cindy pressed her tits against Miss McKeever's tits. Neither of them were wearing a bra. Their nipples and their mouths were kissing simultaneously.
Cindy could feel all of the mucous membranes between her thighs swelling rapidly. Soon they would be as swollen as they could possibly get.
Her clit was swelling too. Cindy could feel her love button getting larger and larger pushing out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it.
The strawberry blonde could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed up and out of the way by the swelling in her little man in the boat.
The teenaged bisexual's clit was protruding and quivering. Soon, Cindy could tell, her love button would feel ready to burst from its internal pressure.
Cindy could feel the little glands deep inside her cunt starting to secrete her natural lubrication. She could tell that her pussy was getting moist.
The little girl knew that her pussy was not going to be moist for long. It would not remain merely damp. Soon her cunt was going to be soaking wet.
The little girl and the teacher kissed with only their lips for a moment or two. Then as if they had rehearsed the act many times they each offered the tips of their tongues at precisely the same moment.
Cindy and Miss McKeever touched the tips of their pink tasters together and they could both feel a tingling sensation up and down their spine.
Cindy shivered as they French kissed, and she pressed her plump tits flat against the woman's bosom. Miss McKeever had her thigh against the crotch of Cindy's tight jeans once again.
She was rubbing back and forth. Cindy's jeans were very tight. Cindy had returned to wearing her foxy clothes as soon as her body got back in shape.
It was overcompensation for the months she had been forced to wear frumpy maternity clothes.
Cindy's jeans were so tight that they looked as if they had been put on with a can of spray paint.
They were peg-legged and pin-striped. They fit so tightly that the cleavage between both her buttocks and her vaginal lips were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look.
Cindy could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the mouth of her fuck hole as Miss McKeever began to explore the inside of her hot oral cavity with her bold and curious tongue.
They explored and wandered with their tongues. They licked each other's cheeks. They licked each other's gums. They licked each other's teeth.
They sucked each other's tongues. They quaffed deeply of each other's sweet spittle. They happily swapped saliva. The kiss was wet and sloppy.
Their lips rolled over one another smoothly.
Miss McKeever sucked Cindy's lower lip. She bit that lip like an animal, and tugged it with her pearly white choppers.
Then they pulled their mouths apart, and there was a! string of spittle connecting their upper lips for a moment. They pulled apart further and laughed. The bridge of saliva dropped and then broke at its center, falling onto each of their chins.
They were both breathless with passion. Miss McKeever, in particular, could feel her lesbian arousal having an effect on her respiratory system.
Miss McKeever's breaths were getting shorter and closer together. The beautiful teacher realized that she was beginning to pant. She was panting like a wild animal. She wanted to be a wild animal a jungle cat in heat!! !
Cindy could feel her nipples getting hard and erect. Cindy was wearing a halter top that did nothing to hide the size nor shape of her tits.
A year before Cindy had sometimes been teased for being flat-chested but this was no longer the case. Her breasts had quadrupled in size during her pregnancy and they had not dwindled following her miscarriage.
Cindy could feel her natural lubrication drooling right out of her pussy. Sh e could tell that she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her panties.
Her cotton panties were crawling upward, into the cleavage between her swollen cunt lips. Her pussy felt as if it were suffocating in a cloth prison.
The strawberry blonde's poontang felt desperately in the need of fresh air. Cindy knew that soon she would have a maddening urge to get naked.
Her libido was still overwhelming. She could become so horny that she was totally irrational, incapable of thinking clearly at all.
It was that very problem that had gotten the teenager into trouble in the first place. The door was locked. The shades were drawn. Miss McKeever pulled her knee from between Cindy's legs and suggested that they get naked. Cindy told the beautiful woman that that was the best idea she had heard all week, all month, all year!
Miss McKeever turned her back to Cindy and asked the little girl to unzip her long, flowered dress. The zipper went from between Miss McKeever's shoulder blades to the top of the crack of her ass.
Cindy did as she was told. The little girl's fingers trembled only slightly. Cindy pulled the dress from over Miss McKeever's shoulders. The teacher kicked out of her shoes. She was bare-legged. The dress fell to the floor and Cindy saw the woman was wearing only panties. Cindy watched as the woman turned. The teenager got her first glimpse of Miss McKeever's huge tits. She whistled in appreciation and admiration.
"Would you like to suck them?" Miss
McKeever asked.
Miss McKeever was only twenty-six years old and her body showed no sign of aging. Her body was as taut and firm as it had been when she was Cindy's age.
Miss McKeever chuckled, mostly to herself, as Cindy nodded silently to her question. The teenager licked her lips quickly, her tongue sawing briefly at one corner of her mouth.
Miss McKeever told Cindy to put her arms up over her head and the little girl did as she was told without offering a peep of protest.
Miss McKeever pulled Cindy's blouse up over her head. Cindy's pretty head got caught inside the blouse for a moment before it popped free.
It was Miss McKeever's turn to go wide eyed with appreciation. Cindy's tits were ripe and swollen with milk. Miss McKeever wanted to nurse from those tits. The teacher removed her panties.
The teacher's fingers went for the single snap that held the front of Cindy's super-tight blue jeans together. The zipper to Cindy's fly was pulled down by Miss McKeever's right thumb and forefinger expertly. Cindy took over at this point.
She kicked off her sneakers. She was wearing no socks. The little girl slid her dainty fingers into her pants and under the elastic at the top of her panties.
The little teenager wiggled her round delicious ass from side to side and pulled her pants and her underwear down simultaneously. She sighed as her wet panties pulled out from between her swollen cunt lips. She looked down and she could see how big the wet spot had become. Miss McKeever could see the wet spot as well, and she suppressed and urge to grab those panties and pull them to her face so she could sniff them.
Miss McKeever was totally naked except for a tiny gold ankle bracelet around her left ankle. Cindy was naked except for pink socks. They fell into each other's arms once again, pressing their tits against one another. Their loins were flattened together.
They went on a safari for each other's tonsils.
Cindy could feel the pent-up juices rolling down the insides of her thighs like nectar from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach.
Miss McKeever moved her mouth to the side of Cindy's neck. She kissed and licked and bit her way up and down the little girl's jugular vein.
Miss McKeever used her pearly white choppers to give Cindy little love bites, but she did not allow her teeth to linger in one place long enough to leave any lasting marks. Giving hickeys rubbed against Miss McKeever's grain.
It was tacky and indiscreet.
Miss McKeever flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Cindy's dangling earlobe. Cindy's ears were pierced and she wore gold balls in them that rested snug against the lobe. Miss McKeever flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across those tiny gold balls as well. Then the beautiful teacher pushed her tongue right up inside the little girl's shell-like ear deep up into the inner-ear canal. This made Cindy shiver violently, as if she were trying to shake herself right out of her skin as a snake might. She could feel the little strawberry blonde hairs at the nape of her neck standing up on end just like her nipples and her clitoris. The teenager could feel her entire body becoming covered with a thick layer of goose flesh.
Miss McKeever then pulled her tongue out of Cindy's ear and repeated the whole process on the other side of the strawberry blonde's neck.
Then the beautiful teacher kissed the front of the little girl's throat. They turned and Miss McKeever backed Cindy into her desk. The edge of the desk pressed against the girl's buttocks. She was forced back over the desk a bit by Miss McKeever's leaning body. Cindy's back was arched. Miss McKeever began to kiss the little girl's tits. She kissed the left breast first.
She kissed the tit from the base toward the tip. Cindy could feel her pink nipple aching more and more as Miss McKeever's mouth neared.
The teacher kissed that breast in diminishing concentric circles so that each wet smack was a little bit closer to the nipple than the one before.
Miss McKeever gathered up Cindy's tit at the base with her hand and pinched it, bulging out the nipple. The breast was ready to squirt milk at any moment.
Miss McKeever took her time about it, but she finally managed to get her mouth on the feminine erection. That nipple desperately needed to be sucked. The rosebud was begging to be sucked.
Miss McKeever parted her lips and allowed her tongue to protrude. She placed the tip of her tongue on the nipple and began to roll it around rather lazily.
This subtle caress felt so good to Cindy that her entire body jerked and she could not suppress a deep moan of feminine pleasure.
Miss McKeever rolled her tongue over the nipple until the entire thing was wet and shiny from her spittle.
The beautiful schoolteacher could feel the nipple getting larger and harder against her tingling taste buds.
The strawberry blonde made frustrated gurgling noises noises that seemed to come from deep inside her throat.
Finally Cindy spoke and she did so in a voice louder than she wanted. "SUCK! PLEASE SUCK IT!"
Miss McKeever wrapped her lips around that nipple and sucked as hard as she could. She tasted the fluid coming from that nipple and she swallowed it with gusto. Miss McKeever couldn't get enough. She felt as if she were being fed a hot meal. There was nothing subtle about the way Miss McKeever sucked that nipple.
She sucked so hard that the skin all the way around the feminine erection was stretched taut. The whole breast soon looked pointier than usual.
Miss McKeever pressed her fingertips into the tit flesh at the base of the breast hard enough to make that flesh pucker beneath the pressure she was exerting.
Miss McKeever kept her tongue busy at all times sucking and licking simultaneously. She then got her teeth on the nipple and she began to nip at the rosebud.
"BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE HARDER!
MAKE IT HURT!" Cindy screamed. The little girl's eyes were closed so tightly that her eyelids were wrinkled.
Her nose moved up and down so that cute little creases formed across the bridge. Her freckles seemed lighter as her face reddened. She began to toss her head from side to side. Cindy looked as if she were saying no over and over again, but Miss McKeever was smart enough to know that the little girl meant precisely the opposite by this tossing of her head.
Her back teeth were clenched together. Her nostrils were flaring wildly. She was making snorting noises as she breathed through her nose.
A single vein near the surface of Cindy's right temple was throbbing visibly. Her back molars pressed against one another so hard that Cindy's jaw began to ache a little bit.
But the little girl didn't really mind the pain in her jaw. It was next to insignificant compared to the roaring pleasure and desire she felt down below. Her pussy flesh was starting to crawl around as if it had suddenly developed a mind of its own.
Miss McKeever began to make growling noises animalistic noises as she tugged at the nipple with her teeth. Cindy feared the woman had lost control.
There was a moment when the little girl feared her nipple was going to be torn right off the tip of her tit by the biting woman. But Cindy had nothing to worry about.
Miss McKeever had not really lost control. She was merely creating that illusion. The gorgeous schoolteacher knew exactly what she was doing.
Miss McKeever released her tight grip on the nipple before any damage was actually done. Cindy opened her eyes and looked at the nipple.
Cindy's eyes opened wide with astonishment. Her eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils. Her nipple was by far the largest she had ever seen it in her entire life.
At that moment the teenager's feminine erection was protruding almost a full inch from the tip of her breast. Miss McKeever then patiently went about the task of repeating the entire oral process with the other tit.
Once again the beautiful teacher went all the way from gingerly kissing and licking to savage biting and sucking. She didn't stop until she had once again been fed a creamy meal, and both nipples again were the same size.
Miss McKeever pulled her head away from Cindy's bosom. The woman placed her hands over the little girl's tits one hand for each breast.
The larger woman spread her long fingers apart as far as she could get them, so she could clutch those swollen melons in their entirety.
Miss McKeever positioned her hands so that the little girl's tits were in her control.
Miss McKeever began to move both of Cindy's tits in slow, sensuous circles at the same time. Then she pulled those tits apart. She pushed them upward.
She pushed them downward. She pushed them together, so that the melons were flattened on their insides. The cleavage between the strawberry blonde's tits became long and deep.
Then Miss McKeever dropped to his knees in front of the girl. The older woman told Cindy to sit up on the edge of the desk and to open her legs wide.
Cindy did as she was told.
The strawberry blonde hoisted herself up on the desk and opened her knees. Her thighs opened past a ninety-degree angle. Her tapered thighs opened to an obtuse angle.
Cindy could feel her thoroughly engorged cunt lips opening along with her legs. The little girl could feel her natural lubrication dribbling from the base of her poontang.
The teenager could feel her juices rolling over the inch-long patch of tissue between the base of her pink cooze and her ass-hole. The nectar was rolling all the way down the crack of Cindy's ass and onto the desk.
There was going to be a little puddle beneath Cindy's ass by the time the beautiful teacher was through orally pleasuring her. Cindy was breathing very hard. Her tits bobbed up and down on her chest, pushed by her diaphragm, as she desperately sucked air into her lungs. The little girl was breathing as if she were purposefully trying to hyperventilate herself.
Miss McKeever began to kiss at the flat plain of Cindy's belly. The teacher stuck out her tongue and used its tip to trace a crooked wet circle around Cindy's concave bellybutton.
The schoolteacher then dipped her taster's tip right into that navel, and Cindy found herself shivering with delight as this turned out to feel a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Miss McKeever kissed Cindy's abdomen, and then her loins. It would have been an understatement to say that Cindy Bernardi was diminutive.
There were those who thought Cindy was too tiny to have a baby anyway, and that her miscarriage was inevitable. She was young and she had a baby face that made her look even younger than she really was.
Her hair fell down over her shoulders. It was parted in the middle and spilled onto her forehead in downy bangs. Her face was round, and, with the exception of the freckles across the bridge of her nose, she had a perfect peaches and cream complexion.
Her eyes were blue and round and very expressive. Cindy's eyes looked twinkly and filled with merriment whenever she was happy about something.
On the other hand the teenager's eyes could look deep and somber when she was upset as she had been for most of the previous year.
Cindy had long reddish eyelashes and neatly plucked eyebrows. Her eyebrows were angular and feminine. They became more angular when her face was tensed, as it was at that very moment with her sexual anxiety.
Her lips were full and sensuous like ripe cherries. Her lips looked a little puffy, a little spoiled. They were lips that had been kissed too often too soon. They were lips that had sucked too many cocks prematurely.
Her teeth were pearly white jewels. Her tongue was very pink. Cindy had a habit of licking her lips to moisten them. She did this at times when they were already wet.
Her body had all of the curves a feminine body was supposed to have. The most unusual thing about Cindy was her lack of pubic hair.
The strawberry blonde had almost no hair whatsoever growing between her slender thighs. Before she got herself knocked up she had been teased about this a lot in the showers b y the other girls after gym class.
Cindy had always hated gym just for that reason. All of the other girls had hair all over their mounds, growing in neat and sometimes shaggy inverted triangles.
All the other girls had hair growing thickly along the sides of their vulvas, and even in the cleavage between their ass cheeks. But little Cindy had none of this. She stood only five one and she only had two twin curls of red pubic hair growing above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin at the very base of her mound.
The hair covered less than a third of her mound. The hair that did grow was so downy and light that it was practically invisible in some lights so that Cindy looked as if she had not even reached puberty yet. This effect was even more dramatic when the little girl had been relatively flat-chested. She looked more womanly now that her tits had s swollen. "I'm so hot, Miss McKeever," Cindy said.
"Hush. Just feel. Don't talk," the teacher said.
"I can't help it. I'm burning."
"I will put the fire out, all in good time."
"I can tell you will have no trouble making me come."
"No, I don't think so," Miss McKeever said with a small laugh.
"And I can tell it is going to be a BIG ONE!" Cindy exclaimed.
Miss McKeever began to lick and kiss and bite at the insides of Cindy's thighs. She worked her hot mouth all the way from the little girl's bent knees to the sides of her bald vulva.
Miss McKeever could see the little girl's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips opening and closing rhythm icallly.
The pussy was opening and closing as if it wanted to suck Miss McKeever's entire fist right up inside it just like a human vacuum cleaner.
Miss McKeever had no trouble seeing the little girl's love button. For a little girl Cindy sure did have a big clit. It was swollen to four times its normal size because of her acute horniness.
At that erotic moment the strawberry blonde's little man in the boat looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock that the focal point of a woman's sexual craving.
Miss McKeever allowed her mouth to come within a fraction of an inch of Cindy's swollen outer cunt lips on either side but she never allowed her mouth to make direct contact with those tingling, hypersensitive mucous membranes.
She was teasing the little girl. Cindy could feel the intensity of her first lesbian arousal growing in leaps and bounds. Her clit felt ready to come popping right out of its little nest at the top of her pink, juicy slash.
Miss McKeever was in no hurry to give the little girl orgasm. They were out to break no speed records. Miss McKeever wanted to build the little girl's sexual anxiety up to the saturation point slowly.
Miss McKeever knew that the longer it took Cindy's libido to get to the point of no return, the better her pleasure was going to be when all of that tension was released simultaneously in the form of a blissful orgasm.
Miss McKeever repeated the process of kissing up and down Cindy's inner thighs several times. Cindy made a vain attempt to open her thighs to a straight angle.
She could feel the muscles at the insides of her thighs stretching as she made her Tutile attempt to point her knees at opposite walls of the class room.
Miss McKeever pulled her mouth away from Cindy's thighs and began to kiss of all things the little girl's feet. Cindy's feet were very small. Miss McKeever could almost hide one of those feet in her clenched fist.
Cindy's toes were round and pink and cute and all very close to the same length, including the big toes. At that moment the little girl's toes were tightly curled under, desperately clutching at the balls of her feet. That always happened when Cindy was very horny. It had not happened, however, in many months. Cindy's nipples felt like rocket ships that were going to blast off the tips of her tits at any moment.
Miss McKeever had to peel those toes away from the balls of Cindy's feet so she could suck them. She sucked some of them one at a time some in groups of two and three. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth in between the little girl's toes.
Miss McKeever kissed the little girl's trim ankles and her rounded calves. Cindy placed the palms of her hands flat on the desk behind her. Her fingertips were touching the edge of Miss McKeever's ink blotter. , Cindy's elbows were locked in the straight position and she was leaning back on her arms. This enabled Miss McKeever to lift the little girl's legs one at a time.
The beautiful teacher flicked her tongue back and forth across the soft skin behind Cindy's knees. The nerve-endings there were clustered densely. The sensations spawned by this caress were surprisingly pleasurable. Cindy realized that Miss McKeever had taught her about an erogenous zone she had not even known about before. Cindy figured it was true what they said. You DO learn something every day.
Miss McKeever then placed her hands on the backs of Cindy's thighs and pressed upward with both arms at the same time. Cindy's feet lifted high in the air. The little girl drew her knees toward her chest.
Cindy found that the weight of her feminine lower torso was being rolled from the cheeks of her ass onto the small of her back.
Miss McKeever instructed the little girl to reach up and clutch herself at her trim ankles to help hold herself in this balled up position.
Cindy did as she was told. She not only reached up to clutch her ankles, but she clutched so tightly that each and every one of her knuckles turned white.
Miss McKeever then shifted her oral caresses to the backs of Cindy's thighs. The teacher's tingling mouth worked slowly downward toward the little girl's ass cheeks.
Cindy shivered and moaned as she felt her milky white buttocks being noisily smacked by the beautiful woman's puckered lips. Miss McKeever sucked Cindy's ass flesh. She bit those buns. She bit them hard-hard enough to leave semi-circles of red teeth marks.
Cindy loved every second of it. Miss McKeever pulled her face away from Cindy's ass and began to scratch lightly at those firm yet supple cheeks with the tips of her fingernails.
Miss McKeever rubbed those tender buns lightly with the fleshy part of her fingertips. Then her caresses gained fervor, and she kneaded the buttocks as she would dough.
Miss McKeever had one hand on each ass cheek. The little girl could feel the teacher pushing her fingertips inward toward the crack.
Miss McKeever, at the same time, pointed her elbows outward in opposite directions. She crept her fingertips right into the crack. The fingertips on either hand approached one another.
Miss McKeever didn't stop until the nails at the end of her middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away from Cindy's ass-hole on either side.
Miss McKeever then pressed her fingertips into the flesh, making it pucker. She began to pull the little girl's ass cheeks apart. She did this slowly and ceremoniously.
Miss McKeever opened up Cindy's ass as if she were parting the halves of a ripe and sacred fruit. She could see the ass-hole. It was hairless.
It looked like a pink asterisk.
Miss McKeever could see that the sphincter muscle was throbbing. The rectum was opening and closing in sync with Cindy's racing heartbeat.
Cindy's heart was racing so hard at that divine moment that she thought her ticker was going to try and beat its way right out of her lovely chest. Beads of milk formed at her nipples.
Miss McKeever didn't stop pulling Cindy's ass cheeks apart until those sweet buns were separated as far as they could possibly go.
The skin in the cleavage between Cindy's buttocks was stretched as taut as the skin one might expect to find covering the head of a drum.
Even some of the puckers in the mouth of Cindy's tingling rectum were smoothed by the pressure the teacher was exerting. Cindy had figured out what the woman was going to do. She began to urge Miss McKeever on.
Then Miss McKeever lowered her head so that her chin was very close to the eesk. Miss McKeever was staring right at Cindy's bald cunt.
The scent of the little girl's pussy was rich in the teacher's nostrils. Miss McKeever found the smell of Cindy's pussy marvelous. Intoxicating!
"You smell great," the woman said.
"I taste just as good," the little girl replied.
Miss McKeever stuck but her tongue as far as it could go and concentrated on making it as pointy as possible at the tip. She placed the tip of her tongue at the very top of the crack of Cindy's ass, very close to the desk and the small of the little girls back directly in between the twin kidneys that indicated the location of the strawberry blonde's kidneys.
Miss McKeever began to flick back and forth with the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly. At the same time she lifted her chin. She drew her tongue upward, deeper into the cleavage, constantly closer to the bung hole itself. "YES! YES! YES! MISS MCKEEVER! OH YES! LICK IT! LICK ME! MY ASS! LICK MY ASS! MISS MCKEEVER! IT IS SO HOT! MY ASS IS SO HOT FOR YOU! RIM MY BUNG! RIM MY ASSHOLE CLEAN! MISS MCKEEVER! YES!"
Cindy's voice was shrill. Miss McKeever could taste the natural lubrication that had dripped out of the base of Cindy's poontang slash down into the crack of her ass. Cindy was right. She tasted every bit as good as she smelled.
She smelled and tasted of seashells. It seemed like it took an eternity to the little girl, but the beautiful teacher finally got around to directly stimulating her ass-hole. Miss McKeever flicked her tongue all around the bung and then across it. Her laving was almost tentative at first but it rapidly gained enthusiasm. Miss McKeever switched to the flat part of her tongue. She licked across the little girl's anus again and again until all of the delicious flavor had been laved away.
"STICK YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME! ALL THE WAY INSIDE ME! MISS MCKEEVER! PENETRATE ME WITH THAT STIFF TONGUE OF YOURS! OH PLEASE! STICK YOUR TONGUE AS DEEP AS YOU CAN GET IT RIGHT UP MY ASSHOLE!"
Miss McKeever still had the ass cheeks stretched open. She stuck out her tongue as far as it could go again and tensed it, making it stiff and hard. She placed the pointy tip at the center of the little girl's pink asterisk of a winking nether eye.
Cindy concentrated on relaxing her bung. Miss McKeever began to press forward with her entire head, her neck and her shoulders. Cindy could feel her ass-hole being pried open.
The tongue pushed inside.
Slowly but surely.
Deeper and deeper.
Past the sphincter muscle. Into the colon. Miss McKeever pushed the tip of her tongue as deep inside the little girl's ass as she could get it. She could feel Cindy's sphincter muscle squeezing at her tongue. The schoolteacher could feel the little girl's rectum throbbing harshly as if it were trying to suck the tongue even deeper inside.
Miss McKeever wiggled her tongue around inside the little girl's ass playfully. She began to work her tongue in and out, shallowly buggering the teenager.
Cindy thought this felt very good.
But it wasn't enough.
It didn't take the strawberry blonde long at all to figure out that the lesbian teacher's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal cravings. That was a job for a man's cock or an appropriate dildo.
The tongue was only teasing her making the ache of desire in the tissues of her poontang that much worse. Cindy was rocking back and forth. She felt like opening and closing her knees rapidly so that she could fan the flame in her dripping crotch.
Miss McKeever pulled her tongue all the way out of the little girl's ass-hole. She pulled the tip out slowly so the mouth of Cindy's rectum would not be forced to slam shut.
Miss McKeever told the little girl that she could release her grip on her ankles and lower her feet if she wanted to. The teacher stopped holding the little girl's ass cheeks open.
Cindy placed her feet far apart on the edge of the desk. She curled her toes over the edge tightly. Her toes turned white they were gripping so tightly.
Miss McKeever moved her fingertips to the bald outer lips of Cindy's cunt. The older woman arched her long fingers at the knuckles so her fingernails wouldn't get in the way as she did this.
Miss McKeever began to open up the little girl's cooze slowly. The woman's eyes went wide as she watched the many pouting folds of swollen and pouting pink tissue pulling apart.
Miss McKeever could see all of the nooks and crannies of the little girl's cunt. The woman placed the tip of her tongue on the inch long patch of tissue at the base of Cindy's cunt. The little girl's natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. Miss McKeever sucked at that spot. The gorgeous schoolteacher didn't stop opening up Cindy's cunt until it looked like a slab of raw meat. Miss McKeever began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly. She moved her tongue up and down the outermost portions of Cindy's vulva all the way from the base to the top of the tiny cunt. Her tongue licked at the sides of Cindy's clit, and just above the love button, at the clitoral foreskin. But the schoolteacher at no time allowed her tongue to make direct contact with the focal point of the little girl's womanly craving.
She was going to tease the little girl for as long as she could. Cindy could feel various muscles in her body tensing up on her involuntarily.
She could feel her horniness taking quantum leaps. Her nervous-system was tingling berserkly, ready to go wild with climax. Cindy once again thrashed her head from side to side. Miss McKeever ran her tongue up and down in between the inner and the outer cunt lips.
Miss McKeever flicked her taster at the outer edges of the inner lips. Those swollen inner labia protruded so far that the woman could take them one at a time in her mouth and suck them which is precisely what she did.
The beautiful teacher got her tongue on between the little girl's inner lips. The tip of the woman's taster was touching Cindy's urethra, less than an inch away and directly below the clit.
Cindy was bounding up and down on her ass cheeks. She found it next to impossible to keep her lower torso still on the teacher's desk at that point.
Cindy began to shift her weight rapidly from one ass cheek to the other and then back again. Now her knees were opening and closing.
Cindy, naturally enough, wanted the teacher to lick upward onto her clit which was why Miss McKeever licked downward, toward the vaginal opening.
Miss McKeever's tongue found Cindy's hungry fuck hole. Just as she had done with the girl's ass-hole, she plunged her tongue inside as deep as she could get it. She wiggled her tongue. She moved it in and out.
Miss McKeever tilted her head slightly to one side as she did this so she would not inadvertently massage the little girl to orgasm with the tip of her nose. Miss McKeever was an experienced lover and knew her way around a little girl's cunt. She could tell how close Cindy was to her climax. The teacher knew that almost any direct caress to that magic bulb at the top of Cindy's poontang slash was apt to trigger her sexual release. Cindy was breathing so hard that she was hardly breathing at all.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PUH-LEASE MAKE ME COME! I'M RIGHT ON THE EDGE! I'M BURNING! YOU ARE MAKING ME DIE! I NEED TO COME SO BAD! I AM GOING TO HURT MYSELF! I WILL PULL A MUSCLE UNLESS YOU LET ME RELEASE THE TENSION!"
Miss McKeever decided that there was something in what Cindy was saying. The teacher decided that she had teased the little girl long enough. She decided to give the little girl her ultimate pleasure.
Miss McKeever pulled her tongue all the way out of the little girl's boiling honey pot. She placed the tip of her right forefinger at the very top of the little girl's slash. She pressed against Cindy's clitoral foreskin, and then peeled that fleshy sheath upward. The sheath tugged up toward the base of Cindy's mound, directly in between the two red curls of pubic hair. The entire love button was rendered naked and vulnerable to Miss McKeever's oral caress.
Miss McKeever then placed the tip of her tongue directly on the center of Cindy's womanly pleasure. She touched the clit as lightly as she could and she pulled her taster away almost immediately.
Miss McKeever sought and found the most subtle clitoral caress. She was smart enough to know that she didn't have to touch that fiery bulb very hard.
Miss McKeever knew that all sensations spawned by the caress of Cindy's clit would be amplified a thousand times by her aroused nervous-system before they got to her brain.
Sure enough, in spite of the fact that the woman touched the girl's clit as lightly as she could, Cindy could feel a lightning bolt of pleasure running through her.
The strawberry blonde teenager could feel the rush of joy starting at her cunt, rolling up her backbone to the base of her skull, and then shooting down her body once again.
Miss McKeever touched the clit lightly again. Again Cindy moaned loudly and her entire body jerked with the resulting pleasure. Miss McKeever dabbed her tongue at the focal point of Cindy's feminine craving always pulling away before the little girl's orgasmic convulsions had an opportunity to begin.
All of Cindy's muscles were tensed.
She was trembling violently.
Hot perspiration beaded up on her creased forehead. She was squealing with joy and expectation. Then Miss McKeever took pity on her. She placed the tip of her tongue on the clit once again and this time she kept it there. Miss McKeever began to roll the little girl's love button in a slow circle, as if she were rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil. The schoolteacher moved the clit in a couple of quick figure eights and then flicked back and forth across it.
That did it.
The bombs began to explode. The Earth moved.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! ! ! "
Cindy screamed. Her lips were stretched back tightly over her front teeth. Her facial expression had contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
Then the little girl's jaw dropped open as the pleasure began to spread through her. Cindy's tongue began to flop in and out of her mouth so that she looked as if she were having some sort of seizure. Cindy looked like foam was about to come pouring out of her mouth or maybe out of her cunt. The schoolteacher could feel a squirt of liquid coming from Cindy's urethra. The fluid struck her on the lower lip. At first the older woman thought the little girl had lost control of her bladder. She thought Cindy was peeing a little bit. But then some of that fluid got inside Miss McKeever's mouth and onto her tongue. It tasted sweet. Miss McKeever realized that it was not urine at all but rather Cindy's feminine ejaculation. The little squirt had been verification of the orgasm's authenticity.
Cindy could feel the explosions starting at her clit and spread outward in a growing spiral. The pleasure filled the entire vulva, and then her lower torso.
Cindy could tell that this pleasure was not going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it until each and every one of her nerve-endings was affected.
She would be able to feel her ecstasy in her fingertips.
The strawberry blonde would soon feel her bliss in her toes.
Miss McKeever started out flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across the little girl's clit slowly and gently.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna Dickson came home from school on that Friday afternoon with only one thing on her mind: masturbation. This time she was going to do it.
Donna had never masturbated before, but she had thought about it quite a bit. She had finally built up her courage. She was going to touch herself in an impure manner.
And she wasn't going to stop until she had given herself her very first orgasm. She was already in her teens, and she figured it was high time she found out what all of the fuss was about.
Donna knew that giving herself an orgasm wasn't supposed to be as good as real sex but it was the next best thing. She was sick of being a goody-goody.
She had been a little girl for so very long and she was anxious to become a woman. Donna had not had a lot of fun recently. Her life had been gloomy.
She had been happy as a lark until the previous fall when her mother died tragically in an automobile accident. Donna was an only child.
That meant she got to live in the big white house near the beach alone with her Daddy. Daddy was taking the loss of his mate hard. He was getting mean.
Daddy had lost his job and had taken to the bottle. He sometimes got drunk and punished Donna for things she didn't even do. He seemed to enjoy punishing her.
Daddy was off at the local bar it being a Friday so Donna knew she would have the house to herself. She skipped merrily inside and threw her schoolbooks on one end of the couch.
Donna took the steps two at a time as she headed up to her room. She closed the door securely behind her. She could feel a tingling in her pussy that was a great deal stronger than anything she had ever known before.
She would have locked the door except it didn't have one. She was afraid to ask Daddy to put a lock on her bedroom door. He would only have asked her what she needed the privacy for.
Donna would not have known what to tell him. He usually didn't get home until very late at night stewed to the gills. She was not terribly worried about her unlocked door.
Donna was feeling sexy like a grown-up lady. She opened up her closet. There was a full-length looking glass mounted on the inside of that door.
Donna looked at herself and began to take off her clothes. She did a sexy strip-tease for herself. She began to hum bump and grind music, then she stopped the sound effects, thinking them silly and childish.
Donna slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She could feel her pussy swelling and getting wet. She pulled open her shirt and allowed her fingers to graze her nipples.
She shivered and her knees began to shake. Donna was already starting to think that perhaps masturbation was an activity best undertaken while prone.
Donna's legs felt as if they were getting weaker by the second. The muscles m her slender legs felt as if they were made out of stale ginger ale.
There had been times when Donna had felt as if she couldn't think about anything other than sex. She tried not to think about it but it kept cropping up in her stream-of-consciousness nonetheless.
She had always slept with her hands above the covers just like her mommy told her to. She thought of the many nights she had laid awake staring at the ceiling of her room thinking about the ache between her legs and how much she wished she could make it go away.
Now she had given up. Her willpower had been exhausted. Her body was turning into the body of a woman and there was nothing she could do about it.
Since Mommy died she had been forced by Daddy to do all of the housework just as if she were Daddy's little slave. Donna had already absorbed the responsibilities of womanhood so she figured it was about time she enjoyed the pleasures of womanhood as well.
She kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans and her panties at the same time. She stood in the mirror and made sexy faces at herself.
She winked.
She licked her lips.
She blew kisses.
Donna Dickson ran her palms over the sides of her hips. She bent at the knees as she lightly caressed the insides of her thighs. She was tingling all over. She could feel her pussy starting to drool.
She closed the closet door.
She moved over to her bed which was still crisply made from the morning. She pulled her pillows, which were side by side, out from beneath the covers.
Donna placed both of those foam rubber pillows on top of one another. She punched the top pillow with a tiny clenched fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
She stretched out on her back. Her legs were straight toward the foot of the bed. At first, Donna's ankles and knees were close together.
But the virginal teenager moved her legs steadily further apart as she once again began to stroke her tits. She heard herself gasp as she began to pinch her nipples.
She started out pinching her nipple lightly, but then she did it harder, so that she was pinching those feminine erections practically flat between her thumbs and forefingers.
Donna could feel twinges of pain mixing in with her twinges of pleasure. To her delight she found that the two types of sensation were all but indistinguishable.
Donna tugged on her nipples and then released them, allowing them to snap back into place. She placed the centers of her palms over her nipples.
The little girl loved the way her feminine erections felt as they throbbed intensely against her stretched skin. She opened her fingers.
She fondled her tits lovingly. She then moved the balls of her feet so that they were flat on the bedspread near the foot of the narrow bed.
Donna's toes clutched and gathered at the dark red bedspread. A wet spot was forming beneath Donna's ass from the juices that dribbled from her gash.
Donna's knees in the air and spread them apart as far as she could. She delicately ran her fingertips down her belly to her sloping abdomen.
She stroked her inner thighs. She began to rub her outer cunt lips. She opened and closed her pussy lips with her fingers. She rubbed her clitoral foreskin up and down over her erect clit.
She could feel more pleasure than she would have thought possible for one person to feel.
She peeled her clitoral foreskin up and began to diddle her fiery bulb.
The little girl found it next to impossible to keep her lower torso still. She rocked back and forth. She writhed on the bed. The wet spot on the bedspread got a little larger all the time.
Donna pushed her finger in between her inner cunt lips and curled the digit at the knuckles. She hooked the tip of her finger under the base of her pubic bone. Her breathing was very rapid. Her skin was getting moist.
The little girl could smell the scent of her own pussy wafting up toward her flaring nostrils from between her spread thighs. She had a big urge to ram her finger inside her cunt as far as it could go.
Indeed, the little girl tried to do this but she didn't get very far. She had only penetrated herself up to the first knuckle when the tip of her finger struck a wall that was blocking the path to her womb.
Donna Dickson knew instantly what that wall was. She was touching her own cherry. She rubbed her finger up and down across her intact hymen.
Donna pressed her finger in a little further so that she could feel her precious maidenhead pushing taut just like a sheet of cellophane.
Since Donna was convinced she was alone in the house she made no effort to stifle her increasingly loud exclamations of womanly pleasure.
She was moaning and groaning. Her sounds were getting steadily higher in pitch, as the muscles in her neck tensed, squeezing at her vocal cords, affecting the product of her voice box.
Donna had no way of knowing that her Daddy had decided to leave the bar early that day. He was in a very bad mood, and he didn't feel like talking to other people.
He felt like being alone. He bought a bottle of booze at the liquor store on the way home and entered the front door of his house as his daughter was approaching orgasm.
Donna was moaning and groaning loudly certainly loud enough to be heard downstairs. She had her right forefinger pressed directly against her clit at this point.
Donna had decided that it was time to stop being cute with herself. She made to make herself orgasm for the first time as quickly as possible.
Donna had her clit pressed practically flat against the base of her pubic bone and she was working her finger across it as hard and fast as possible.
Her finger was a blur to the naked eye. She could feel herself exploding into orgasm. She heard herself screaming as if she were in great pain.
Her cry at that moment which was accompanied by a single tear that clung to her cheek just to prove it was brave sounded like something out of a black and white horror movie.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Donna Dickson screamed.
Daddy heard this scream and thought his daughter was in trouble. Donna was so caught up in her incredible sensations that she failed to hear the clomping of Daddy's boots on the stairs.
Daddy thought he was going to have a heart attack as he went up those stairs as fast as he could. Just as his daughter had earlier he took those stairs two at a time.
For Donna time was all but suspended. The little girl could feel her sense of time and space becoming badly elongated by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment.
Donna could feel each second stretching out to a full minute. A real minute had her orgasm lasted that long would have seemed like an hour or maybe even an eternity.
She could feel the pleasure exploding into her brain. She could see colorful splotches of light on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids.
Donna's eyelashes were crushed desperately against her high cheekbones. Her jaw was tensed. Her tits bobbed up and down on her chest.
The little girl's loins were bucking upward toward the ceiling of her bedroom as if she were pretending there was a real cock inside her virginal cunt fucking away merrily.
She felt weightless.
She felt as if she were levitating.
She felt as if she were drifting upward toward the ceiling leaving the bed completely. She felt as if she could feel the world spinning on its axis only she felt as if she were spinning in the other direction.
She felt as if she were splitting into two distinct parts. The physical and the spiritual were separating two halves of the whole of her being.
Her fingers were wet and slippery. She was digging her finger into her pink mucous membranes as she furiously diddled her little man in the boat.
Then the door to her room flung open. Daddy threw that door open so hard that it almost rocked off its hinges. The wood splintered in a couple of spots.
She stopped diddling her clit. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes opened wide. She was so shocked that she forgot to take her hand away from her cunt.
Daddy was shocked too. The last thing he had expected was to find his daughter all alone jerking herself off. He was filled with fury and his face turned red.
Daddy had been looking forward to finding a real excuse to punish his daughter. He had gone a little bonkers when his wife died. He had ambiguous feelings for his daughter.
He hated her because she reminded him of his late wife when they first met. He loved her for the same reason. His emotions were raw anger and lust mixed together.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Daddy screamed. His face was beet red. He moved toward the foot of the bed, taking small steps. He felt like killing her. He felt like fucking her. He felt like fucking her to death!
Donna tried to talk but her efforts were in vain. Her mouth was dry. She couldn't remember her mouth ever being so dry before. The little girl's throat felt as if it were coated with chalk dust.
Donna had never been so frightened in her entire life. She could see the strange expression on her father's face and she recognized the incestuous passion that was blending with his irrational anger.
He was looking at her as if he wanted to beat the shit out of her as if he wanted to rape her. She could see the bulge forming in the crotch of Daddy's trousers and this only confirmed the little girl's worst suspicions.
"I-I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, Daddy," Donna stammered.
"You want to act like a slut? Is that is? You want to act like a slut?"
Daddy slapped his daughter across the face three times once with his palm and twice with the knuckles at the back of his hand. He struck her as hard as he could.
She had raised herself into a sitting position but those savage blows sent her reeling onto her back. Both of her cheeks stung horribly from those slaps. She was a little dazed. Her belly felt as if it were filled with a million fluttering butterflies, and she found herself checking her back teeth with the tip of her tongue to make sure none of those molars had been loosened by Daddy's cruel slaps. Her tears flowed freely.
She sobbed with despair.
She wept with hopelessness.
"You want to act like a slut, you are going to be treated like a slut. You stay right here and I'll be right back," Daddy said. His voice sounded different, as if his personality had changed.
He didn't even seem that drunk.
He was just crazy really off the deep end this time. The little girl's sweat became icy cold. Her cold perspiration had the bitter almondy scent of the devil himself.
Donna had no idea how long she was left alone in her room. She could feel her fear affecting her ability to think clearly. Her stream-of-consciousness became diffuse.
Donna Dickson's brain seemed to be heading in a thousand different directions at once and she couldn't hold onto a single thought for more than the most minute fraction of a second.
When Daddy returned he was holding four evenly cut pieces of rope. Donna noticed right away that the bulge in the crotch of Daddy's trousers was even larger than before. Whatever the man had in mind it was giving him an erection.
"You are gonna get tied up and you are gonna get fucked," Daddy said.
Donna couldn't believe her ears. Daddy had never used that kind of language in front of her before. He was going to treat her as if she were a common whore. That was how he thought of her. She was just a slut. How could he be so wrong? Donna wondered. What would he think when he discovered that her cherry was very much intact?
"Please Daddy. No," Donna whimpered.
"I'm sorry, Donna," he said.
She was shocked that he still remembered her name. He was looking at her as if she were a stranger, or maybe a woman who had jilted him when he was young. He was certainly not looking at her as a Daddy would look at his daughter.
Daddy could tell that Donna was too weak with fear to resist him. He went about the task of binding her to the bed. The bed had four bedposts conveniently.
Daddy grabbed his little girl by the left wrist and pulled her arm back over her head toward the head of the bed. She screamed in pain.
Daddy pulled the little girl's arm so hard that Donna thought the bones would surely be broken either at the wrist of the elbow.
Daddy yanked his daughter's arm so hard that there was a moment when Donna thought her arm was going to be ripped right out of its socket at the shoulder.
Daddy pulled until Donna's left elbow was locked in the straight position. He moved that wrist as close as he could get it to the bedpost at that corner.
Daddy used one of those pieces of rope to tie the wrist tightly to the bedpost. He made it clear through his behavior that he didn't give a shit how much he hurt her.
He began to chuckle. He seemed to relish her pain. The rope went around her wrist so tightly that it dug painfully into the flesh. Donna could tell that rough hemp was going to leave ugly red rings around her wrists rings that would linger for a long time, maybe days, after the stringent bondage was removed.
If the bondage was ever removed, that is. Part of Donna feared that Daddy would kill her once he was finished having his way with her.
She could tell that the circulation of blood to her left hand had been completely cut off. Donna could tell without looking that her fingertips were turning purple.
She could feel pins and needles in the tips of her digits. She could tell those pins and needles would not be there for long. She knew that soon she wouldn't be able to feel anything at all. Her fingers would be rendered numb by the rope.
Donna tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckle and found that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.
Soon her fingers would be completely immobile. She wouldn't be able to tell anything at all from the wrist up. Since the head of the bed was pushed snug up against the wall, Daddy had to circle around the foot of the bed to get to the other side. He moved with surprising grace.
He moved like a wild jungle beast who was circling his helpless prey. He tied the other wrist in the same fashion and then moved to the foot of the bed.
Donna continued to weep.
Her eyes became red and swollen.
She was having difficulty blinking.
Her eyelids felt made of sandpaper.
He grabbed both of her ankles at the same time and pulled her legs open with an outward sweep of his arms. He looked as if he were wishing over a wishbone.
He looked at her sweet pussy open up as he did this. He licked his lips. Daddy smacked his lips obscenely with his mounting incestuous lust.
He tied the little girl's ankles every bit as tightly as he had bound her wrists. Donna could see her toes turning purple through her watery eyes.
She was bound spread-eagled on the bed, all pegged out, her knees and elbows straight. She was tied to tightly that she couldn't move a muscle. Soon, Donna knew, she wouldn't be able to feel any more in her feet than she could in her hands. Daddy stood so that the little girl could watch him. He tore off his shirt. He was a big man much bigger than her. Maybe twice her size. She figured that he had to tip the scales at over two-hundred pounds but that is, in no way, saying that Daddy was obese. On the contrary, the man did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. Before he had been laid off because of his drinking Daddy had been in construction work. He was very strong. He stood a couple of inches over six feet. His hair was dark brown but it was beginning to gray at the temples. He needed a shave. Some of his whiskers were gray also. His shoulders were extraordinarily broad. He had thick slabs of finely-toned muscle across his shoulders, his back and his chest. His entire upper torso was massive. He had a lot of body hair too. His chest was covered with a thick rug of hair. In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Daddy's waist and hips were surprisingly slender. He was built like a triangle with its point down. Donna found that in spite of her fear she could not look at her Daddy without thinking he had been made specifically by God for fucking. His thighs were very thick. Donna knew that she would never measure, but she suspected that one of Daddy's thighs was bigger around than her waist. Of course, Donna's waist only measured twenty-two inches. His legs were very long. His hands and his feet were extraordinarily large as was, Donna could tell from the crotch in his trousers another all important part of the man's masculine anatomy.
Donna found that the only part of her body that remained mobile after she was bound was her head. She could lift the back of her head from the bed a little bit and she could turn her face from side to side if she wanted to.
But this took a lot of energy.
Donna had a feeling that she was going to need all of the energy she could get before this was through. She decided that it wasn't worth it and kept her head still along with the rest of her.
Daddy's hands went for the brass buckle to his black leather belt. The truth of the matter was that Donna had never seen an erect penis before.
She was not only a virgin but she had never even been on a real date. She was good-looking enough to have boyfriends but she had always been very shy.
She had a reputation as a goody-goody and a bookworm. If only the kids could see her now, they would realize that even the sturdiest of pure reputations was apt to hide a skeleton or two in the closet.
Daddy unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the single button that held the top of his trousers together. He unzipped his fly. Donna, naturally enough, had tried to envision an erection many times during her frequent fantasies concerning the subject. She was starting to think that in her sexy daydreams she had grossly underestimated how large a man's aroused dick was supposed to be.
Daddy hooked his thumbs under the tops of his trousers and then the elastic to his boxer shorts. He pulled both down at once and his dick came snapping out like some kind of horny jack in the box.
Donna gasped.
Her eyes bugged out.
Her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat.
She was shocked and astonished.
Daddy's dick was huge humongous!! !
Donna figured there was no way a huge prick like that could ever fit inside her tight little pussy. She was scared shitless. She was positive that her Daddy was going to tear her apart, rip her horribly inside, if he tried to get that throbbing log up her twat.
His cock was standing at attention like a good soldier. The tip was snapping upward toward his muscular belly. The entire length of that prick was bobbing up and down as if the base were attached to Daddy's loins via a hinge.
Donna estimated that her Daddy's cock was a good nine and a half inches long but it was not the length of Daddy's prick that astonished Donna most of all.
It was the thickness of Daddy's prick that really boggled the bound teenager's mind. She could see that his cock was thickest at the head. Donna had a hard time imagining her cunt opening far enough to take even just the head of Daddy's dick.
The glans looked like a grossly overgrown acorn. The glans was a deep purple color with its full engorgement. The glans was as full as it could get with the hot blood of Daddy's incestuous passion.
Donna could see through her tear-filled eyes that the skin covering the head of Daddy's dick was stretched very thin and very smooth. She couldn't remember ever seeing anything so smooth before. The head of the man's tool of masculinity looked as if it would explode if another drop oT blood tried to pump its way inside.
Donna found herself staring at the little hole at the very tip of Daddy's tool the hole through which both his silver seed and golden urine emerged.
Donna could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of Daddy's piss hole lips that made the tiny orifice resemble a toothless mouth.
The little hole was opening and closing rhythmically in sync with Daddy's heartbeat. The little lips were moving because of the tiny spasms Daddy was feeling at the cock tip.
Donna tried to imagine how deep inside her lower belly the very tip of Daddy's dick would have to push before her inner cunt lips would have the honor of gripping his tool at the hilt.
Her imagination failed to conjure such an image. She could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around the man's cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his glans.
Donna was smart enough to know that this scar tissue came from the operation Daddy had had no doubt when he was just a little baby to have his useless foreskin removed.
As the tip of his dick snapped upward Donna found herself looking at the underside of Daddy's shaft. She could see that his cock shaft was lined with dilated blue veins that were protruding from the stem's surface.
She could see that those veins made Daddy's cock look craggy and gnarled. His cock looked more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making.
Donna could see that his cock's shaft was slightly skinnier than the head and it was also a lighter shade of purple. These differences were slight, however.
Donna could see that the stalk of that prick was every bit as hard as the head though. It was as hard as granite as rigid as a pillar of marble!
Donna could see that there was a thick patch of short and curly pubic hair growing all around the base of Daddy's cock. She lowered her eyes and found herself looking at the sack that held Daddy's balls.
His pubic hair had some gray in it also. His scrotal sack, like his cock, was a hell of a lot larger than the little girl had anticipated.
She could tell that the shaft of his cock was too thick for her to get her fingers all the way around it. She could see that his scrotum was too large to fit in the palm of her hand no matter how far apart she spread her delicate fingers.
She could see that there were little short and curly hairs growing directly out of the wrinkled sack. His balls were huge maybe the size of lemons.
His nuts hung heavy at the base of the sack. That wrinkled bag appeared to be filled to the brim with Daddy's silver seed. Chock full.
Ready to overflow.
Donna found that she couldn't look at the sack without wondering just how long it had been since Daddy had last shot his wad. She figured it had probably been a pretty long time.
He had not been with any women since
Mommy died that Donna knew about and somehow she couldn't imagine her own father jerking himself off.
The man pushed his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles. He wasted no time crawling on top of the little girl. She could smell the stale booze on his breath. She could hear the obscene way he was breathing like something one might expect to hear at the other end of a crank phone call.
Donna could feel her tits being flattened against her Daddy's chest. She could feel how heavy he was too heavy. His chest pressed so hard on hers that he was making it very difficult for her to breath. She was staring up at his Adam's apple, which was bobbing up and down, as if Daddy were trying to yodel or something.
Daddy kicked his legs out behind him keeping his knees and his ankles close together. The tops of his feet were on the bedspread. The entire length of his cock was pinned between their bellies. She could feel his scrotal sack resting against the mouth of her never-before-fucked pussy hole. She could feel the base of his cock pulsating against her clit. The tip of his cock was throbbing against a spot in between her navel and her tits. She was more convinced than ever that he was going to rip her apart inside when he shoved that dick into her. She pleaded for mercy and her father informed her that he did not know the meaning of the word. He placed the palms of his hands flat on the bedspread on either side of Donna's pretty head. He pressed down with his palms and lifted his chest away from hers a bit. He arched his back so that only her nipples were touching the thick rug of fur that covered the front of his mucular upper torso. He got up on his toes. He lifted his loins a bit. He looked as if he were about to do a series of push-ups on top of her.
The alcohol had no effect on Daddy's libido.
The base of his cock lifted away from the top of her slit. Only the tip of his cock was touching her, throbbing against a spot midway between her bellybutton and her mound.
Daddy supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm exclusively. He reached back with his right and made a tight fist around the base of his cock.
Daddy gripped his dick so hard that his knuckles turned white for a moment. He gave his prick three experimental squeezes, just to make sure he was hard and thick as possible.
He had nothing to worry about in that department. He used his right hand to guide the tip of his dick to his daughter's pussy. Donna took a deep breath.
There was no telling how long it would be before the little girl could breathe properly once again.
She could feel him rubbing her clit with his piss hole. She tried to relax the muscles at the sides of her pussy, in hopes that she would be able to keep her inevitable pain to a minimum.
The man ran the tip of his cock up and down the little girl's pussy slash a couple of times. He did it because he felt good, and also because her pussy was still soupy from her masturbatory session. He wanted to cover the head of his cock with her slippery nectar. It wasn't that Daddy wanted the initial penetration to be easy because he was concerned about her pain. He was just lazy and he didn't want to have to work any harder than necessary to get his dick up in her.
He moved the head of his cock down to the mouth of her fuck hole. He wiggled his ass from side to side so that the tip of his dick wiggled its way in between her inner cunt lips.
Daddy adjusted his lower torso so that the shaft of his prick was at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration. He tensed the muscles in his ass.
Daddy pressed his buttocks together as hard as he could. He straightened his elbows and began to push. Donna could feel the pressure increasing on the mouth of her virginal fuck hole. She wished she could get horny so at least she could get some pleasure out of her first fuck.
But there was no way.
She was too frightened.
She knew that she would have felt guilty if she had gotten horny but at least she could have prevented some of her agony. She wanted her pussy to swell and get wetter than it was but she couldn't make it happen.
Daddy huffed and puffed. He was pushing very hard but nothing seemed to happen. Donna feared that they were attempting something that was physically; impossible.
She feared they were trying to put a square peg in a round hole. She feared she really was too little to take his cock. She feared because she did not want to frustrate Daddy. She knew that she was going to get punished in way or the other and she didn't even want to think about what the man might try to do to her if he tried to rape her and failed.
Daddy was not as concerned about his initial difficulty as his daughter. He knew there was only one thing that would get his cock inside that tight pink twat.
Brute strength.
Luckily, brute strength was something that Daddy had plenty of. He took a deep breath and filled his barrel chest with air. He then grunted out the air all at once and simultaneously stabbed downward with his lower torso.
The tip of his dick rammed hard against the mouth of Donna's frightened fuck hole, and she could feel the tissues being forced open. In fact, she could feel her inner cunt lips stretching further apart than they had ever stretched before. Indeed, her cunt opened further than she would have thought possible. The tip of Daddy's cock pushed inside.
She could feel his cock on her cherry. He inhaled again, grunted again and stabbed again. She could feel the wall of tissue giving away. The little girl actually heard the tearing sound coming from between her legs a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
Her cherry popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle. She let out a high-pitched scream of pain. Donna felt as if she had just been stabbed in the cunt by a red hot poker.
She was drenched with sweat.
She could feel something warm and sticky inside her cunt mixing with her natural lubrication. It took her a second to figure out what this fluid was. Then it struck her.
It struck her in a moment of raw horror. It was blood blood from the wound Daddy had just opened.
She could tell that a pink solution was forming at the now gaping mouth of her fuck hole. That pink fluid was dripping down into the crack of her butt and getting onto the bedspread beneath her ass. Luckily the bedspread was close to the color of blood already so that the stain she was making wouldn't show too much. Daddy continued to press down with his lower torso as hard as he could. The cherry was gone forever but it would still be no easy task getting the entire length of his cock inside her. Her internal tissues were all shriveled and closed from lack of use. Daddy had to pry all of those tissues gaping open using the blunt and purple head of his cock as his only tool. Donna could tell that the tip of Daddy's cock was already touching her in places where she had never been touched before and she knew it was going to do more than that before long. Soon, Donna knew, the tip of her father's tool would be touching her in deep, internal places that she didn't even know she had.
She could feel the tip of his cock touching the back wall of her pussy and still the whole thing had not pushed inside. She knew precisely how far she was going to have to stretch.
Her pain was incredible.
She thrashed her head from side to side.
She could tell that something had been torn away from her something that would never grow back.
Not just her cherry but her childhood itself. She was being graduated into womanhood against her will. All she wanted to do was find out what an orgasm felt like and now she was paying the price for her curiosity.
Just as Donna had expected, Daddy did not stop pressing downward with his lower torso until each and every inch of his cock meat was inside her.
She could feel his pubic patch being flattened against her mound.. His balls were resting on her ass-hole. Her inner cunt lips were desperately gripping the base of his prick.
Yes, she felt completely impaled. She felt as if Daddy's dick were pushing all the way through her. She would not have been surprised if the head of his cock had come popping out of her mouth.
Her pussy was filled to the brim with cock meat. The tissues were stretched to full-capacity in every direction. She was being stretched by both the length and girth of his pole.
It was at that moment as she lay there bound, feeling like a butterfly on a pin on display beneath plate glass, that the enormity of her situation struck her, and her brain began to spin.
Her father was her love-
She prayed that he would start fucking right away, so that the whole thing could be over quickly. Donna already knew that she was going to receive no pleasure from this incestuous rape.
She had cried until the tear ducts were empty.
Daddy was in no mood to finish however, and he continued to push down with his tensed ass even though his cock was already all the way inside her.
He ground his pubic bone against hers. He gyrated his clutching buttocks and moved his cock inside her. He probed at her internal flesh. She could feel him stabbing deep into her soft underbelly right into the very core of her womanhood.
Then, finally, he began to fuck. Slowly at first. Then faster. Then much faster. Donna thought the inside of her cunt would blister from the heat of the friction.
And he came inside her. He filled her bleeding twat with incestuous jism.
"And that's the whole story, Miss McKeever. I never told anyone about it before," Donna Dickson said to her favorite teacher. Miss McKeever was a little pale after listening to the startling tale of sadistic and incestuous rape!
"How long ago did this happen, Donna?"
Miss McKeever asked.
"About two years ago. I live with my aunt and uncle now. I see Daddy on Saturdays."
"Who's idea was that?"
"That was Daddy's idea. Right after this happened he decided that it would be best if we didn't live together."
"I see. I can understand that," Miss McKeever said.
"It just happened once. Just that one time. But I still think about it."
"How did your father behave when the rape was through, Donna?"
"He was immediately remorseful. He untied me and washed me and kissed away my tears. I hugged him for some reason. I forgave him for a moment."
"You feel guilt about what has happened, don't you?"
"I can't help it. I feel like I led him on. I knew he was a lonely guy and I was always trotting around in my skivvies just like I had ever since I was a little girl. It never occurred to me that in Daddy's eyes I had stopped being a little girl. I had become a woman and I replaced Mommy in a sense in his mind. He confused everything the night he went crazy. The story actually has a bit of a happy ending. Daddy has stopped drinking and he's back to work but we know we can never live alone. The temptation for him would be too great. I think it would be for me too. In an odd way I want Daddy. I haven't had another lover. I have been as cold as a fish. I can't get hot to save my life. Guys make my flesh crawl. I don't think I will ever be able to you know do it, without thinking of how much Daddy hurt me. I am so confused. I don't know what to do."
"Why are you telling me this?" Miss McKeever inquired. It was a Friday afternoon after school.
"Well, I was talking with a friend and this friend told me that you were really good at handling, uh, personal problems."
"Just how much did this friend tell you?"
"Enough to make me think you might be able to get my fire burning for me again. I think you are really beautiful, Miss McKeever. If I were a man I would want to make it with you really bad."
"But you are not a man, Donna. You are just a little girl."
"Yeah, and I think I want to make it with you anyway," Donna said.
"At least you are honest. You are going to have to be more discreet than your friend," Miss McKeever said.
"I promise I won't tell anybody. I kept it secret about my Daddy and me, didn't I?"
Donna Dickson said. "Until now."
"But I had to tell somebody!"
"That's just the thing. Tell no one about what we do. Never. I could lose my job. I could lose my career. I have a lot more to lose than you do, do you understand that?"
"Yes, Miss McKeever."
"Leave the room and meet me in fifteen minutes in the parking lot. We'll go to my apartment. You are very fragile right now. You must be dealt with delicately, in a private and warm atmosphere. Yes. I will kindle your flame. I will make your body sing electrically sing as it has never sung before!"
"This is a nice place you have here," Donna said as she entered Miss McKeever's cozy three-room flat.
"Glad you like it. Flop on the couch. like some wine?"
"Yes. Please."
"Would you like some music? You may undress if you like."
"Oh, good. I feel like being naked. I feel like being free."
"It must be a great relief to have someone who knows your secret."
"It is. A weight has been lifted from my chest and my pussy."
"You mean you are getting hot already, Donna?" Miss McKeever asked.
"Uh huh," Donna said with an eager nod. "I'm getting all fidgety with it."
Miss McKeever poured a glass of wine for Donna but none for herself. She told the little girl that she didn't want anything that would deaden her senses.
Donna decided she didn't want her wine either. Miss McKeever sat close to Donna on the couch, so close that the girl could feel the heat radiating from her breasts.
Then Donna felt Miss McKeever's hot breath on her cheek on her lips. They kissed for the first time, and things heated up fast. Donna felt impulsive. After all, the girl had never been kissed before.
Donna plunged her tongue deep into the woman's mouth, as deep as she could get it. Miss McKeever sucked Donna's taster hard. In seconds they were naked and in the sixty-nine position.
They ate each other's cunts simultaneously. Donna was on her back. Miss McKeever was sitting on her face. Donna was fascinated by the woman's cunt. She loved the smell of it. She loved the taste of it. She wanted to lick it and suck it and bite it and eat it as if it were a rare and juicy fruit.
Then Miss McKeever sucked Donna's clit and the little girl in turn created a vacuum around the teacher's love button with her hot mouth.
One would have thought that they had been practicing this act for many years. They were cunnilinguists, knowledgeable in their native tongue.
Their tongues danced even as they noisily sucked, and they popped each other's rocks at precisely the same moment. They tensed and shivered and each sucked harder than before. Two clits, both being tugged at the root. The pleasure fed on itself, each orgasm making the other larger, longer and more biting. Their heads were spinning.
And then they were still.
Only after it was over did they call out with their pleasure, still panting to replenish the depleted supply of fresh oxygen in their blood streams.
Then Miss McKeever turned so that their faces were together. Both beautiful kissers were wet and slippery from vaginal secretions.
They took turns licking each other's face clean. Each tasted her own cunt juice, further consummating their union as lovers. Then Miss McKeever gathered the little girl up in her arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"The outside of your cunt has been satisfied, but not the inside," Miss McKeever said. "You have never known the joy of truly being fucked."
"But how can you give me that pleasure? You are not a man," Donna said.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," Miss McKeever said. "You just relax and think about how good it is going to feel to have your hot honey pot fucked slowly and deeply. Yes, Donna, I am going to give you pleasures that you have only dreamed of until now. When all is said and done you will think of me as your first lover. I am going to make it happen. I am going to make the Earth really move. Your previous orgasms, the one you gave yourself, and the one I gave you, were clitoral orgasms. I am going to make you come in a brand new way inside your pussy. Those other orgasms were little girl comes. I am going to give you your first womanly come your first deep-vaginal climax."
"It makes my inner cunt burn just thinking about it," Donna said.
Donna could feel her clitoris' role as the focal point of her womanly craving being usurped by a new magic spot, a spot inside her cunt, on the roof of the tunnel, very close to her dimpled cervix, not far at all from the very mouth of her womb.
Donna stretched herself out on her back and spread her legs. Her nether lips were opening and closing. The same thing was happening inside her pussy, but Miss McKeever couldn't see it.
Donna could feel her ache spreading upward into her belly. She hoped that whatever the woman used to fuck her was as big as Daddy's dick.
Miss McKeever went to her closet and pulled a shoebox from the top shelf. Inside was a long, thick rubber dildo. Attached to its base were elastic straps. Miss McKeever could wear it and fuck with it, just as if it were a real cock.
Donna correctly assumed that she was not the first student of Miss McKeever's to get this treatment. The teacher pulled the dildo over her feet, up her legs and around her middle as if she had done it before.
Miss McKeever explained that there were rubber bumps on the base of the dildo that fit snug over her clit, stimulating her as she fucked.
"If we play our cards right we can come simultaneously again," Miss McKeever said.
"That would be fun!" Donna replied. Donna felt as if she were truly happy for the first time in her life. She was smiling more broadly than she had in years.
She felt alive again. She could feel. She held her arms up to the woman as Miss McKeever prepared to mount. In a flash the tip of the dildo was being guided to Donna's cunt.
Miss McKeever moved the rubber pole's molded head to the proper spot, and lowered the base so the shaft was at the right angle. She began to push. Donna felt completely relaxed.
She groaned deeply as the mouth opened to take that head. Miss McKeever kept pushing. The pole was thick but the penetration was coming easily.
Donna wanted it.
That made all the difference in the world. She was open and ready inside. She felt the tip of the pole strike her cervix. Donna let out a shrill cry of pleasure.
"OH! OH! MISS MCKEEVER! I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT FEELS! DEEPER! DEEPER INSIDE MY HOT PUSSY! FILL ME UP WITH THAT BLACK COCK!" Donna screamed.
The tip pushed past the mouth of Donna's womb. She felt a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot up to the base of her skull at that point.
Donna could tell that her loving teacher wasn't going to have to whack at that magic internal spot with the tip of the spurious dong too many times at all before she would, indeed, orgasm in a way she had never orgasmed before.
The tip touched the back wall of her cunt. There were still several inches of black rubber remaining to be inserted at the base of the dildo. Miss McKeever pushed them in slowly. She rode Donna right up to the hilt, pushing in high in the pussy, so the top of the thick shaft would give maximum direct stimulation to her little man in the boat.
Miss McKeever began to fuck right away and Donna lifted her tiny feet high in the air. Donna squeezed at Miss McKeever's womanly hips with the insides of her slender thighs.
She crossed her ankles at the small of the schoolteacher's back. She draped her arms across Miss McKeever's back and held her tight. The teenager clutched at her new lover her lesbian lover with all four of her limbs at the same time.
Miss McKeever had entered the pussy slowly. Not because she had to but because she chose to. Now she chose to withdraw just as slowly.
Miss McKeever pulled out a fraction of an inch at a time. Donna could feel her inner cunt lips being pulled up away from the rest of her pussy tugged by the girth of the ebony pole.
Miss McKeever didn't stop withdrawing until just the tip of the dildo remained inside that pink poontang. Donna's cunt had become an aching void that needed desperately to be filled.
Then the beautiful schoolteacher took a deep breath and pressed down hard. The dildo pushed all the way in very quickly. Donna grunted.
The frighteningly sudden violation of her poontang had temporarily knocked the wind out of her lungs. She heard her pussy make a wet farting noise as gas and juice mingled.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, really, Miss McKeever! I thought you were going to make my eyes pop out that time," Donna Dickson said frantically. Her muscles were tensed.
"Easy does it. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Only good things are going to happen. You just have to relax and let them happen," Miss McKeever said.
"I can feel it, Miss McKeever. I can feel it ready to happen. Just drive into me and it is going to start. It feels like once it starts it isn't going to want to stop," Donna cried.
"Here we go!" Miss McKeever exclaimed. The beautiful schoolteacher suddenly picked up the pace of her fucking motion, grinding her clit against the base of the ebony pole the whole time.
At first Miss McKeever moved her womanly lower torso from side to side almost as much as she moved her ass up and down. But she gradually straightened out her stroke as she went along.
Donna began to push upward with her flat loins each time Miss McKeever stabbed down. She wanted each violation to be as sharp and intense as possible.
Miss McKeever continued to ride Donna's poontang high, so that the little girl's clit was being battered back and forth by the top of the dildo's stem.
Donna could feel the tip of the rod smack the mouth of her womb fiercely and she began to come. She screamed bloody murder. Her eyes filled with tears. She twitched as she convulsed. Her body was wracked with spasms.
She could feel herself blasting off into outer space. The dildo had become a rocketship, and it was lifting her into the stratosphere. Then beyond!
Her deep-vaginal orgasm was shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes she had known. Still, it enveloped her and affected all of her nerve-endings.
The best thing about the new kind of come as far as Donna was concerned was the fact that, when it was over, it did nothing to stifle her urge to fuck.
If anything, the teenager was thrilled to discover, she wanted to fuck more after that come was through than she did before it. The orgasm had been a catalyst for further pleasure. Her horniness was not squelched.
She knew at that divine moment that she was going to come more than once before Miss McKeever stopped fucking her. She was already starting to suspect that the beautiful schoolteacher was going to make her come more times than she could possibly count.
Each time Miss McKeever shoved the dildo all the way in she paused and ground her clit against the base of the pole. The teacher's clit was very hard and very sensitive. She could feel her own feminine arousal rising slowly but surely toward the saturation point toward the point of orgasmic inevitability.
Donna came a second time.
Then a third.
Then she stopped counting. Numbers no longer mattered.
Only sensations mattered. Donna could feel each orgasm getting a little longer and more intense than the one before it. Her womanly joy continued to mount.
She visited other solar systems, other galaxies, other universes. She found herself in another dimension where time and space had ceased to exist completely.
Donna found herself in a place where only sensation existed and only the intensity of sensation held import! She was in never-never land. She finally understood the joy of being fucked. She understood the power men held between their legs. She could tell that Miss McKeever's dildo was curing her of her hatred of the opposite gentler.
Her comes were snapping off at a frightening rate. They were getting closer and closer together. It was getting harder to tell them apart.
Donna could feel her comes rolling through her so close together that the final spasm of one coincided with the initial convulsion of the following climax.
She felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm. She began to wonder if it were possible to pass out from too much pleasure. She wondered if there was such a thing as too much pleasure.
New horizons were being opened up for her
new plateaus of sensation. She was a million miles away. She was nothing but a gaping cunt-a cunt that was being fucked inside out!
"I CANT STOP COMING! I CANT STOP COMING! IT'S TOO INTENSE! IT'S TOO INTENSE! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! I CAN'T STAND IT A MOMENT LONGER! YOU ARE MAKING IT BURN! NO! NO! YOU ARE MAKING IT BURN SO BAD! MISS MCKEEVER! HARDER! DEEPER! RAM IT RIGHT UP INTO MY BELLY! OH! MAKE IT HURT! FUCK ME UNTIL IT HURTS! THAT'S IT! ACK! UG! OOOOOH!"
Then Miss McKeever could feel her clit ready to burst with her own orgasmic joy. The beautiful schoolteacher cranked her womanly ass into high gear.
Miss McKeever shifted her humping body into overdrive and she gave it everything she had. She fucked the little girl's cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Donna's mind was being boggled by the experience. She was feeling more pleasure than she thought a mere mortal such as herself could. She thought a soul had to die and go to Heaven to know such joy. She understood why fucking was a sin. Anything that felt as good as fucking just had to be bad. It was addictive, that's what it was. Donna had a feeling that she was going to become obsessed by fucking, now that she knew how good it felt. She feared that she might become possessed by Satanic pleasures. She feared that her life would be ruined. She feared she was doomed to be a nymphomaniac. She could feel balls of light bouncing back and forth across the blackness of her inner eyelids. Those balls reminded her of the balls used to indicate the appropriate lyrics in an ancient black and white cinematic sing along.
Then Miss McKeever drove the entire length of her dildo into Donna's cunt and kept it there. For a moment Donna's pussy had been making the funniest sounds. Sucking, wet noises.
Squish squash.
Squish squash.
Squish squash.
Squish squash.
Miss McKeever arched her back and lifted her beautiful head toward the ceiling of her cozy bedroom. Her neck looked long as she stretched in this fashion.
She rubbed her clit as hard as she could against the little rubber bumps at the base of the spurious cock, and she made herself come marvelously.
As fate would have it, Donna Dickson convulsed her way through her final come of the lesbian hump at precisely that moment.
The teenager and the beautiful schoolteacher were orgasming simultaneously.
They cried out together. They sang a duet in homage to the pleasure they were sharing. Then the moment of divine passion was through.
Miss McKeever collapsed on top of Donna and their tits pressed together. Miss McKeever pulled all the way out of the little girl's cunt. She removed the tip slowly. The dildo was all wet and slippery from the girl's juices. There was no blood. No damage done. There had been no pain, no pain that mattered. There had been nothing but pleasure. Incredible pleasure. Bliss. The ultimate joy. Ecstasy. Donna had known nirvana. She had found Utopia in her nervous-system. She had found Shangri-La in her libido!
"Wow," Donna said.
"You like that?"
"Like isn't the word. I loved it."
"I'm glad, Donna. It was good for me too."
"You sure do know how to fuck. I'll bet you put the men to shame."
"Oh, I don't know about that. You should still try guys."
"Funny, I was just thinking about that. I think I am ready to start dating."
"I'm glad I could be of service to you," Miss McKeever said.
"Do you know how many times you made me come?" Donna asked.
"Nope you tell me," Miss McKeever said with a knowing smile.
"You made me come about a million, zillion times," Donna said.
"You're cute," Miss McKeever said. She kissed Donna on the tip of her nose.
Miss McKeever removed the dildo and got up from the bed. She leaned over the little girl and placed a hand on her cheek for a moment.
"Where are you going?" Donna asked, sitting up abruptly with a startled expression on her sweet little kisser. Her tits were a little on the pointy side.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Miss McKeever said.
"Number one or number two?" Donna asked quickly with a smile.
"What difference does that make?" the schoolteacher queried.
"I want to know. I want to come with you," Donna said.
"I have to go number one, and you are more than welcome to join me. The next thing I know you'll want me to pee all over you." Miss McKeever seemed quite amused by all of this.
"Do people really do that to each other?" Donna asked.
"Some. I knew a girl who liked me to pee on her in the shower."
"Would you do it to me, Miss McKeever? It's called golden showers, isn't it?"
"That's right. But usually it has to do with sadomasochism."
"A nice warm shower. I'd even like you to pee in my mouth."
"Really, Donna don't you think that's taking it too far?"
"I'm serious, Miss McKeever. I would like to know what it tastes like."
"Very well. Let's go into the bathroom. I guess these games are going to get wet."
"I have been reading all about kinky stuff. I read a lot of that kind of stuff. I have always fantasized about water sports. Do you know what that is, Miss McKeever? Do you have an enema bag?"
The teacher sighed. She had pulled her finger out of the dike, just like the little Dutch boy and now she was going to have to deal with the floodwaters.
"I want to know everything there is to know about sex. I want to try anal intercourse. I want to deep throat your dildo. I want to try group sex. Tie me up like Daddy did! Whip me with a riding crop! I want to know about it all! I want to do it all!"
"One thing at a time, Donna."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Get in the bathtub and lie down on your back," Miss McKeever said.
"Like this?" Donna said, moving quickly, her mannerisms girlish.
"That's fine. Now let me get in and straddle your head," the teacher said.
"Here, hold my arm so that you don't fall," Donna said.
"Thanks. There we go. Now I have to squat like a baseball catcher."
"Oooooh, I can see your pussy and your ass-hole!" Donna said with a giggle.
Miss McKeever steadied herself with her left arm, which she held out to her side so that her fingers were pressing against the pink-tiled wall above the white porcelain bathtub.
Miss McKeever used her free hand to rub at her tits and then at her pussy. She used her middle finger and her forefinger to open up her inner cunt lips.
She opened those two fingers as if she were opening a pair of scissors, and she peeled back the swollen pink labia in the process.
Donna looked up and she could see the little hole just below the clit the winking urethra. Miss McKeever had been telling the truth about having to pee.
Her bladder was very full. It felt as if it were bulging. Once the beautiful schoolteacher let it rip, she knew the golden showers were going to last a very long time before they trickled to a close.
Miss McKeever had no problem opening the floodgates. Donna saw the woman's piss hole open until it was gaping a fraction of a second before the water emerged.
Donna saw the urine gush from the tiny hole and quickly shut her eyes. She knew instinctively that the piss would burn her eyes unless she shut them tightly.
Donna loved the way the steamy pee felt as it splashed all over her face. She dropped her jaw and opened her mouth. Miss McKeever re-directed her aim so that the piss was going right into the little girl's oral cavity.
Donna swallowed that stuff down without gagging. She felt the pee move on so that it was no longer going into her mouth. Miss McKeever sprinkled Donna's tits with the last of it.
Roseanna Ho was a very pretty Oriental girl, and still a virgin. She had a feeling that her virginity wasn't going to last much longer, however.
She had been dating quite frequently and her dates were getting hotter and hotter. Guys always whined and carried on when they found out she wasn't going to let them go all the way.
They complained about the blue balls and told her that they were going to have to walk home with a limp. It wasn't that Roseanna didn't feel sorry for them, she did. She just didn't know what she could do. She was saving her virginity. She wanted to offer her cherry to a man who would love and respect her, to an older man, maybe, a man who was experienced in the ways of giving pleasure to a woman.
Roseanna was very tiny and slender-hipped. At that moment she was on a blanket on the beach with Christopher Cummings her latest boyfriend. It was their third date, and they were necking wildly.
It was nine o'clock at night and that stretch of beach was deserted. She could feel Christopher rubbing the crotch of his bathing suit against her leg. He had a hard-on. There could be no mistaking it.
"I want to make love to you," Christopher said breathlessly.
"I know you do, Christopher. We already talked about that," Roseanna said.
Her hair was as black as the night sky. It grew perfectly straight as if it had been pressed by a steam iron. Her hair was very long. It dangled all the way down to the top of the crack of her ass when she was standing up.
Her skin was a golden brown color even when it was not tanned. Her eyes were shaped like almonds and her pupils were green. Emerald green.
She had the eyes of a cat. Her lips were puffy and wanton and her nose was very small. Her tits were plump and rested high on her chest.
Her nipples were brown erect at that moment. They looked like Hershey's Kisses with the aluminum foil already peeled off. Roseanna could tell that Christopher could feel her erect nipples pressing against him, in spite of the fact that she had not allowed him to remove the top of her bikini.
"But you can't leave me like this," Christopher said. "The ache is too much. I am going to go nuts. Couldn't you just suck me off or something?"
"You know, I have never given the matter much thought. That would be a good alternative, I suppose," Roseanna said. He was over her, pressing against her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes. You have never done that before?" Christopher asked. He figured that even though she was a virgin she had probably played diddle-buddies with someone or other along the line.
"Okay. I'll do it. If I do anything wrong, you let me know, okay?" Roseanna said. Christopher rolled over on his back on the blanket and quickly pulled his swim suit all the way off.
Roseanna could feel her mouth watering. She licked her lips. Christopher's boner flopped onto his flat belly the tip pointing at his handsome face.
Roseanna could see that the entire length of Christopher's dick was bouncing up and down on his tummy. She couldn't look at it without thinking how much it looked as if it were doing some sort of modern dance.
"I really appreciate this," Christopher said. "I think I would rather have you do it while I'm standing up, with you kneeling in front of me."
"Okie-dokie," Roseanna said cheerfully. He stood up and his dick stuck straight out in front of him. She admired how low his balls hung.
Roseanna moved into position. Since this was her very first blow job, and she was going to remember it always, she decided to make it a good one.
She had no way of knowing that the whole experience was going to turn sour for her before long.
She pulled her long, straight black hair over her shoulders. It spilled down gracefully between Roseanna's rather sharp shoulder blades.
She pulled her hair back over her ears and out of her face so that it wouldn't get in her way while she was giving the boy the ultimate pleasure. She had already decided that she was going to let him come in her mouth. It would have seemed like a waste to Roseanna to let a boy stick his dick in her mouth and not get an opportunity to taste his jism. Roseanna often wondered what a boy's semen tasted like, but for some reason she thought she would never find out until she got laid. It never occurred to her that she could give her boyfriends orgasms and still preserve her cherry. She had a feeling that life was going to be a lot more fun now that she had felt this quantum leap in her consciousness. Now that her boyfriends no longer had to go home frustrated after their dates, maybe she could hold on to one of them for more than a few dates apiece.
Roseanna began to kiss and' lick her way up and down the insides of Christopher's muscular thighs. She decided that she was going to pleasure his balls with her mouth before she went to work on his cock.
But, if she wanted to do that, she was going to have to do something about his wagging prick, or else his long dong would get in the way.
Roseanna reached up with her right hand and placed her fingertips on the underside of Christopher's cock. She pushed upward and she didn't stop until she was pinning his glans to a spot on his flat tummy several inches above his bellybutton.
Roseanna Ho tilted her pretty face upward and parted her lips. She allowed her tongue to protrude as far as it would go. She placed the tip of her pointy taster on the underside of Christopher's swollen scrotal sack and she began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly. Christopher stood in the sand with his large feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. The sand was cool on his toes. His knees were slightly bent.
His back was arched.
His shoulders were back.
His chest was puffed out.
His tummy was tucked in.
His chin was tilted upward proudly. Christopher had postured himself so that his loins and therefore his aroused cock and balls were out in front of the rest of his body.
Roseanna liked the way his balls felt against the tip of her tongue. His balls felt swollen and very heavy. Christopher's nuts felt like two globs of recently lit canned heat.
His semen had become a boiling cheese fondue!
She began licking almost tentatively but her laving quickly gained eagerness and enthusiasm. She switched to the flat part of her tongue. She licked his nuts with long broad strokes, actually lifting his testicles one at a time.
He found it impossible to keep his hips still.
She didn't stop lapping at his scrotal sack until the entire thing was wet and shiny from the spittle that spilled from her pink taster.
She only stopped licking once and that was to pluck a short and curly hair from the tip of her tongue with her right thumb and forefinger. She wrapped her lips around Christopher's left nut and she began to suck it. Roseanna knew that she had to be very careful while doing this or else she could hurt the boy. The last thing,the little Oriental girl wanted to do at that moment was cause Christopher the slightest bit of discomfort.
She sucked with a controlled vacuum inside her oral cavity.
Roseanna hollowed her golden brown cheeks only slightly. She kept her tongue busy at all times. She was licking and sucking at the gland at the same time.
She released her grip on one nut only to repeat the whole process with the other swollen gland of manhood. She pulled her mouth away completely. She puckered her lips. She blew cool air onto Christopher's hot, hot balls. He shivered violently.
She loved the way his cock felt as it throbbed against her right fingertips. She turned her left palm upward toward the night sky. Her fingers were curled at the knuckles slightly. She placed the tips of her dainty digits beneath his scrotal sack. She wiggled her fingers and fondled Christopher's nuts in this fashion. She bobbed his balls up and down on her fingers as if she were trying to determine how much they weighed.
She then opened her left fingers and took the whole sack in her palm. She had to spread her digits apart as far as they would go to clutch Christopher's scrotum in its entirety.
She began to squeeze the sack. She squeezed once for every beat of Christopher's racing heart. In this manner the little black-haired girl simulated the natural throbbing the boy was feeling in his glands.
Christopher could feel the temperature of his jism rising.
His silver seed felt as if it were approaching the boiling point.
Christopher could feel a tickle at the base of his cock on the underside right where the shaft of his dick and his scrotal sack came together. That was exactly where Roseanna placed her tongue. She moved her right fingertips to the side so that they wouldn't get in her tongue's way. She looked at the swollen veins that were protruding from the surface of the cock's shaft.Roseanna could see that there was one vein that was a lot longer and thicker than the others. Indeed, this vein ran up the entire length of the shaft and the little girl decided to allow it to determine her tongue's route. She continued to squeeze his balls. His hot hips moved more urgently than before.
She found that she had to become increasingly agile with her head and shoulders if she were to keep her tongue tip precisely where she wanted it.
She began to flick her tongue tip back and forth again. She straightened her back and worked her way upward toward his glans. His glans appeared to be as swollen as it could get. The head of Christopher's pulsating phallus looked as if it would explode if another droplet of hot blood tried to pump its way inside. She licked upward until she got to the fleshy patch just below the head, beneath the groove, the split in the glans that made the head of his cock look like a ripe plum. His body jerked when she licked him there and he made a deep, animalistic, growling noise of pleasure. She could tell his erogenous nerve-endings were clustered particularly densely at this spot and she allowed her tongue to linger there.
Roseanna then licked up the underside of the glans, moving her tongue a millimeter at a time, until she was actually licking his piss hole.
Roseanna loosened her grip on the underside of his cock shaft with her right fingertips, so that the head of his cock came away from his belly a couple inches. She wanted to be able to get at his entire cock head with her tongue.
After flicking her tongue tip back and forth across Christopher's piss hole she used the sides of her tongue to lazily lave the entire glans. She couldn't believe how smooth that stretched skin felt on her aroused taste buds.
The head of his cock had to be the smoothest thing Roseanna had ever licked in her entire life!! !
She licked up and down the shaft of his cock with the flat part of her tongue moistening the whole dong. She laved his dick as if she were giving a work out to an all-day sucker.
Then she pulled her fingertips away from his dick and the head came flopping down toward her face. She tried to catch his cock head with her tongue but it quickly flopped away.
Roseanna could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could possibly get it to take the head of Christopher's cock inside.
The pretty little Oriental girl concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nostrils. Her nostrils flared and she made funny snorting noises.
Roseanna used her clutching right fist to move the blunt, purple tip of Christopher's throbbing cock toward her trembling, expectant lips.
The pretty black-haired teenager then dropped her jaw as low as she could get it, and she could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth pulling taut.
Roseanna could feel her jaw dropping so low that it threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel an ache developing in her lower face almost immediately.
The Oriental girl decided to try and push her personal discomfort into the back of her head. She tried to think about the pain in her face as little as possible.
Roseanna attempted to concentrate her attention exclusively on the pleasure she was giving. Christopher placed his large hands on top of her head.
The handsome boy had his fingers spread apart. He pushed the tips of his digits through her shiny black hair, until he was pressing directly against her scalp.
Christopher then pushed his fingers down toward the base of Roseanna's skull and then down to the nape of her neck. It was at this moment, this horrible moment, that the boy's entire demeanor changed.
Christopher went from being a nice boy, a boy who had grown up right down the block from Roseanna, into a monster. He became a sexual sadist. His passion got to him.
He was out of control.
He went berserk.
He turned his surprisingly strong wrists so that his flattened palms were over the sides of the little girl's head. His fingertips were pressing into the tissues at the nape of her neck so hard that the flesh was puckering.
He was hurting Roseanna.
He had his flattened palms over Roseanna's shell-like ears. He was pinning the little girl's ears to the sides of her beautiful head.
He made it difficult for her to hear.
The things that Roseanna could hear sounded muffled. Things sounded as if they were coming from a long ways away. Things sounded as if they were out at sea or well down the stretch of lonely beach.
He held her head tightly.
He gave her a headache. She thought he wanted to crush her head burst her brains out of her skull like the pulp of a grape. She was frightened.
She was gasping for breath.
Christopher was holding the little Oriental girl's head so stringently that she could no longer pull back with her foxy head and shoulders.
Not even a fraction of an inch.
Roseanna could no longer turn her head from side to side. The only direction she could move her head she was appalled to discover was forward.
Of course, that was the only direction Christopher was interested in.
"You thought I would be satisfied by having just the head of my cock sucked, didn't you?" Christopher said. His voice was cruel and evil.
He was taunting her.
She remained silent. He rammed the head of his dick into her mouth so that her lips were desperately locked around the ring of scar tissue below the lower rim of the glans.
She curled her lips over her teeth.
Roseanna knew that he would become furious if she bit him. She figured he would probably pull her teeth out one by one if she bit him.
He was so crazy there was no telling what he would do.
The girth of Christopher's cock head forced the pretty teenager's mouth to stretch back even more than before. It was all she could do to keep her teeth off that phallus.
He thrust forward.
The tip of Christopher's prick entered the little girl's throat. He began to laugh. He could feel the convulsions down inside her tight gullet.
He knew she was gagging.
Roseanna could tell that he had no intention of stopping the forward movement of his hips until the entire length of his cock was inside her throat.
Christopher wanted to violate her oral cavity completely.
Christopher wanted to penetrate her with his cock through the mouth, just as he would have if he were fucking her in the cunt or the ass-hole.
This wasn't just a blow job any longer this was a face fuck.
The tears welled in Roseanna's eyes rapidly and began to roll down her cheeks. Her golden brown cheeks were being stained by those rivulets of despair-filled saltwater.
He gritted his teeth and stabbed forward. Roseanna could feel her eyes bulging, ready to pop. Her spasming throat muscles were pleasuring Christopher's cock. She squeezed and tugged his dick at the root with each of those spasms.
She could see that his balls were getting closer to her chin.
Roseanna still had his balls clutched tightly in her hand. She was clutching even tighter than before but still nowhere near tightly enough to risk hurting him The little girl could see her nose approaching Christopher's pubic patch.
She could feel panic welling up in her heart in her belly. She knew that she wouldn't be able to breathe at all once her tiny nose imbedded itself in his pubic patch.
He rammed the rest of his cock inside her. She was making it feel like he was having the entire length of his cock sucked off at once.
She struggled a bit when she couldn't breathe. Christopher didn't want to suffocate her, so he pulled back immediately. Her lips pulled away from the rest of her face as his cock reappeared.
He pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside her. He paused and drove back inside. Her throat was on fire. She was positive that she was going to have a terrible sore throat when all of this was through.
He began to fuck her face with a smooth steady motion.. He used the entire length of his cock with each stroke. Roseanna was pleased to find that the worst of the pain inside her throat was over rather quickly.
She could feel her gagging mechanism switch itself off more because it was exhausted than because of any other reason. Roseanna found that she could control the muscles inside her gullet. She could tense them and squeeze at his cock whenever she pleased.
She wanted the whole thing to be over as fast as possible of course. So, she clutched at his dick each time she withdrew. She was sucking the come right out of his scrotal sack into the base of his cock.
His fuck motion became frenzied.
Roseanna couldn't help but let her teeth slide along the shaft of his cock every now and again but she never once bit him hard enough to hurt him.
His jism began to boil inside the sack.
His balls were ready to burst. He could feel the tickle of sexual anticipation at the base of his dick growing. It grew until it was no longer a tickle at all.
It grew until it was a comet-like ball of liquid pleasure, liquid desire. The base of his dick was filled with molten lust. His volcano was about to erupt.
His lava was about to flow.
Then something occurred to Roseanna Ho-something that upset her more than she thought it should. If he came with his cock all the way inside her mouth his semen would miss her tongue completely and she would not get an opportunity to savor what she just knew was going to be his silver seed's delicious flavor.
She could feel the shaft of his dick becoming urgently erect.
She could feel a little more blood than before pumping into the head of the boy's cock. Yes, more blood and the glans did not explode.
Roseanna would not have thought such a thing was possible if she had not felt it for herself.
She tried to prepare herself mentally for what was about to happen. She was going to get her very first taste of man come. The thought was so exciting to her that for a moment she almost forgot about her sore throat.
All of Christopher's muscles tensed all of his muscles and trembled. Roseanna could feel the head of his cock starting to spasm against her inner cheeks and her puffy lips.
But there was no way that the little girl could prepare herself for what actually happened. Christopher let out an animalistic cry. He sounded like a wolf.
He howled at the full moon.
Roseanna would not have been surprised if hair had sprouted all over Christopher's face just then. He seriously sounded as if he had suddenly been stricken by a severe case of lycanthropia.
At the last second the little black-haired girl flicked forward with the tip of her tongue. She found the little hole at the tip of Christopher's pecker.
The Oriental teenager used the pointy tip of her pink, wet taster to flick back and forth lightly and quickly across the swollen lips astride Christopher's urethra.
Just them those puffy lips opened until they were gaping and that cock pole began to gush the fuck juice into Roseanna's mouth. There was a hell of a lot more jism than she had counted on.
Roseanna could tell right away that it was going to be a struggle just to keep all of that come inside her mouth. The initial blast of jism was humongous.
Roseanna puffed out her smooth, golden brown cheeks. She made herself look as if she had the mumps. She began to swallow immediately, and very hard.
Her efforts to keep all of the hump jelly inside her oral cavity, as it turned out, were in vain. There was just too much fuck cream, and her mouth was too little.
Roseanna could feel the jism oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth, rolling downward onto her chin where some of it cooled and coagulated.
Roseanna found herself reaching up with her right hand. She once again made a tight fist around the base of Christopher's throbbing pole.
The pretty little girl began to pump up and down as hard as she could on Christopher's cock meat gripping so hard that her knuckles turned white.
She found that the come was also a lot hotter than she thought it was going to be. There was a moment when the little girl feared the inside of her mouth was being scalded by that stuff.
But that did not turn out to be the case.
She found that she had to wait for the come to cool a little bit before her taste buds could properly register the flavor. She was not at all disappointed.
She thought that his come was really very delicious.
It was one-hundred percent protein-and was actually very good for her to drink.
She felt as if she were being fed a hot meal.
Roseanna could almost feel herself getting healthier as the slippery hump jelly slithered down the entire length of her used and abused gullet.
Yes, she could feel Christopher's come rolling all the way down her throat all the way to the warm spot of contentment at the base of her tummy where that tasty jism was coagulating.
The come tasted fishy and salty and refreshing. She was determined to keep sucking his glans, while pumping his shaft and squeezing his balls until his come was completely over.
Roseanna was very confused.
She had struggled to give him nothing but pleasure.
He had gone out of his way to give her nothing but pain.
She wondered if all boys were intrinsically sadistic like Christopher. She wondered if they all got mean and liked to hurt girls the second they had their stiff boners out.
She had heard that a woman had to suffer if she wanted to be sexually active but she didn't think it would be anything like this. She wondered if another woman could give a girl pleasure more adequately. It made sense. Who else but a woman could know what another woman really wanted?
Really needed.
She wondered why women making love with women was not the way of nature. Boys, as far as Roseanna could tell, didn't know their ass from a hole in the ground when it came to making a girl feel loved and wanted.
She could feel some of the come on her chin sticking there turning into a gel. She could feel some of Christopher's come dripping right off her chin onto the inside of her left wrist.
The quantity of come in each squirt diminished rapidly after that initial blast. After the first squirt the little girl had no trouble whatsoever keeping all of his come inside her mouth.
Then his come was over.
She had no trouble determining at which point his climax ended. Not only did the jism stop spurting from his cock, but all of his muscles relaxed simultaneously as well.
She immediately loosened her grip on his balls out of respect for his sexual appeasement. Her eyes those cat-like green eyes were still red and swollen and filled with tears.
She stopped pumping at his cock.
She stopped sucking but she left the head of his dick in her mouth for a moment. Christopher could feel the ecstasy of his fiery orgasm being replaced by the warmth and contentment of his masculine post-orgasmic afterglow. He sighed.
She could feel the blood of his manly passion pumping back out of the shaft of his dick right away. His cock became softer, shorter and skinnier.
The loss in girth in the head of Christopher's dick allowed Roseanna's jaw to relax a little bit for the first time in what felt like ages.
She could tell that the tip of Christopher's once awesome phallus had lost its ability to defy the laws of gravity. It would droop if she let go of it. It was her fingers exclusively that were keeping his dick aloft, standing out straight in front of his loins.
She finally pulled her mouth off his cock head but she didn't pull it off very far. The little girl was pleased when Christopher loosened his grip on her head.
She could once again pull back away from him with her pretty head and round shoulders. She could once again turn her face from side to side if she wanted to.
She stopped pulling back with her precious Oriental face when her upper lip was still less than an inch away from the swollen lips astride his piss hole.
Roseanna crossed her emerald green eyes and looked down at her slightly protruding lips, past her tiny nose. She could see that her upper lip and Christopher's piss hole were connected bridged by a string of semen.
The black-haired teenager pulled back away from his loins with her head and shoulders two inches more and that string of jism broke at its center.
Half of the come fell onto the little girl's chin and half fell onto the sloping side of Christopher's dwindling and deflating glans.
Roseanna pumped the shaft of Christopher's dick three times with her right fist. She just wanted to make sure there wasn't any come caught uncomfortably inside his cock shaft.
Sure enough, a couple of droplets of post-orgasmic semen oozed from the boy's piss hole but those murky droplets didn't remain at the tip of his pecker for very long at all.
She darted outward with the tip of her tongue. She licked the come away from his dick with a single swipe of her slightly curled taster.
Then Roseanna could see that there was a thin film of come covering the entire head of Christopher's softening penis. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him this time.
She cleansed the boy sensuously in this manner until there wasn't a trace of come left anywhere on his cock. She licked him until he was as clean as a whistle until the only thing making his prick wet and shiny was the spittle that came from the little girl's mouth.
She then released her grip on his cock and balls.
Christopher's large hands were still on top of Roseanna's head.
"Thanks, baby," Christopher said.
"I would appreciate it if you never spoke to me again," she said.
"But why? I was just getting my rocks off," he said.
There was a childish whine in Christopher's usually deep voice.
"You could have done it nicely. You didn't have to hurt me."
Then Christopher laughed. He laughed right in her face.
"What's so fucking funny?" Roseanna said, rising to her feet. She rarely used a vulgarity like this.
"It's your face. It has my come all over it!"
"FUCK YOU!" Roseanna screamed. She ran into the water and washed her face again and again in the salty water. She washed and washed as if she were desperately terrified that she would never, ever be able to get her precious little kisser clean.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I can assume that you never dated Christopher after that, huh, Roseanna?" Miss McKeever asked. The two were sitting in the high school cafeteria.
Roseanna Ho thoughtfully chewed her peanut butter and jelly sandwich as she told her story to her favorite teacher. She washed the sandwich down with milk.
Miss McKeever was sipping at a styrofoam cup filled with black coffee. Miss McKeever was quite a bit taller than the Oriental girl.
Miss McKeever stood five feet eight inches tall and usually wore high heels to work which made her look even taller than that. Her hair sparkled.
Miss McKeever's hair was thick, and red. She brushed it two-hundred strokes before she went to sleep each night. She always looked well-groomed.
Miss McKeever could be all caught up in a passionate moment, spasming through orgasm after orgasm and not a single hair would be out of place.
Her red hair was long and fell down her back. She kept it parted on the side, as a man might. Her hair swept across her forehead. From looking at her one could not tell what kept her hair from falling into her eyes. Her hair had been trained with patience to rest on her forehead as if it were defying gravity.
At that moment, as Miss McKeever was talking to the little black-haired girl, a meeting that had been arranged by the teenager, she was wearing a pretty red dress.
The dress fit her tightly and did nothing to hide her perfect hourglass figure. The dress was cut low in both the front and the back.
There were some teachers and administrative personnel at the high school who did not approve of the way Miss McKeever dressed for class.
They thought her garb more appropriate for a dinner date than a classroom. Those fuddy-duddy adults all feared that the woman was provoking the boys with her garb.
They would have been shocked if they had known it was the girls of their school who were getting turned on by Miss McKeever. Such things were unheard of in a small town like this one.
The teacher's dress was cut in a vee in the front, so a plentiful portion of Miss McKeever's long, deep cleavage was clearly visible to anyone who cared to look at it.
Though her tight red dress was hemmed below the knees, it was slit up the side so that the woman flashed her gorgeous legs with each step she took. At that moment, sitting in a straight-backed chair in the cafeteria, Miss McKeever had her legs crossed. Her top knee was sticking out. She wore nylons which clung perfectly to her legs not bunching in the slightest at the ankles.
Ever since the schoolteacher had been a little girl she had always given a lot of thought and attention to her manicure. Miss McKeever's nails were very important to her and they always had been.
On the rare occasion that Miss McKeever broke a fingernail, she treated the event as a tragedy, somewhere along the lines of the outbreak of World War III.
Miss McKeever's nails were very long and curved so that they slightly resembled the claws of an animal. They were filed carefully so that they were all precisely the same length.
They had been filed so that they had a common roundness to their tips. She always kept her fingernails painted a deep crimson color which she correctly assumed went very well with her complexion and her hair. She always kept those long fingernails of hers painted the color of blood as it oozed from a recently opened wound.
Miss McKeever's feet were long and slender. She had extraordinarily long toes. She could pick up a number two lead pencil off a linoleum floor with those toes.
Actually, Miss McKeever always kept her smallish round toenails painted so that they matched her fingernails. Miss McKeever listened to Roseanna's story of S and M sex on the beach and she could feel herself getting all worked up. Miss McKeever could tell that the beautiful Oriental girl was starved for the kind of loving and physical pleasure that only another woman could give.
"No, I haven't gone out on any more dates with Christopher. I haven't gone out on any dates, with anyone since it happened," Roseanna said.
"You sound disillusioned with men."
"It's true. Are they all animals like that?"
"I think so. A woman has to be a bit of a masochist is she wants to get along with men in this world."
"But there must be another way."
"There is but it has its drawbacks as well."
T don't understand. What are you talking about?"
"Roseanna, have you ever considered making love with another woman?"
"I have, but I never did it schematically. I didn't think such things really happened. Not in a town like this anyway."
"You are wrong, Roseanna. They happen all the time. They happen everywhere."
"But what are you driving at, Miss McKeever?"
"I have a confession to make, Roseanna."
"I'm all ears. I spilled my secrets."
"I am a lesbian and I have always been a lesbian."
"Wow, you know I heard a rumor about that once," Roseanna said.
"Is that why you came to talk to me?"
"I don't know. I didn't make the connection not consciously anyway until just now,"
Roseanna said.
"My point is that, if you want to learn what's its like to make love with another woman, I'll be glad to teach you," Miss McKeever said.
"This is taking my breath away. My! I feel all flushed all of a sudden."
"I gather that the idea doesn't exactly disgust you?"
"Not at all. It appeals to me. It's just scary, that's all," Roseanna said.
"There is nothing to be frightened of. Nothing but good things will happen."
"But how and where will we do it?" Roseanna asked curiously.
"How is best dealt with later. We can go to my place after school."
"Okie-dokie. I'll have to call my parents and tell them I'll be late coming home."
"Of course. You might not want to mention my name. Parents are funny. They might have heard the same rumors you have heard."
"I doubt it. They are off in another world someplace. Still, I'll tell them I am going over to my friend Pauline's house. My folks hate Pauline's folks. They won't bother to check up on me."
"I think you are very beautiful, Roseanna. You deserve to be treated more nicely than you have been," Miss McKeever said. She had an urge to touch the girl and kiss her right there in the cafeteria but she suppressed it. They would have to wait until they were alone together.
"I never realized until today that I have actually been bisexual all along," Roseanna Ho said. "I have always fantasized about being with other girls and the thought of being with guys always made me nervous. I always thought that I was saving my virginity for Mr. Right, but now I'm not so sure anymore. I'm starting to think that there is no such thing, no such animal, as Mr. Right. I think that my knight in shining armor if never going to show up. I want to get to know you, Miss McKeever. I want to get to know you inside and out. I want to find out what you smell like. I want to find out what you taste like. I don't have to feel as if I am being neglected when I give you a lovemaking session."
CHAPTER SIX
"My pet, my dearest, my love, your hair is so beautiful," Miss McKeever said. She ran her fingers through Roseanna's long, silky, ebony tresses. The little Oriental girl could feel her teacher's long red fingernails scratching at her scalp a little bit.
"Kiss me. I want to be kissed as I have never been kissed before," Roseanna said. She threw back her head. She licked and parted her lips. She had surrendered completely. She wanted to be Miss McKeever's plaything.
The teenager wanted to be Miss McKeever's sex toy. She wanted to be used and pleasured, in a manner that could not even have been a dream until that day. She felt as if a pair of blinders had been removed from her head. Roseanna felt as if she could truly see for the first time in her life.
The little girl felt the tall woman scoop her up by the waist with her strong arms. The next thing Roseanna knew, the front of her body was pressed snugly against Miss McKeever. The little girl could feel the warmth and softness of Miss McKeever's tits. She could feel the heat radiating from the older woman's crotch.
Miss McKeever's lips were on Roseanna's mouth. Her tongue plunged forward. They kissed long and wet and sloppy. The kiss was noisy. They slurped and slobbered as they gratified their oral urges. Miss McKeever could feel the little girl's tiny mouth of the side of her neck.
The teenager flicked her tongue back and forth across the woman's earlobe, explored the inside of her ear, and smooched sexily at the front of her throat. Miss McKeever's hands were on the seat of Roseanna's jeans, kneading the buttocks, opening and closing those tiny ass cheeks.
They necked standing up for a long time and then slowly began to undress one another. They were standing in the same spot once naked, and now their clothes were strewn carelessly all over the room. They were much too caught up in what they were doing to even think about hanging anything up.
Roseanna told Miss McKeever that she wanted to give her pleasure first, and the redheaded schoolteacher thought this was an excellent idea. The older woman sat on the couch and raised her knees. Roseanna knelt in front of the overstuffed davenport, with her head between Miss McKeever's parted thighs.
Roseanna could smell the scent of Miss McKeever's pussy. The little girl could see the natural lubrication dripping out of the woman's poontang down into the crack of her ass. The juice looked like so many melted pearls as it drooled out of the hungry cunt. Miss McKeever opened and closed her knees rapidly a couple of times and then was once again still.
Roseanna was so anxious to give her first woman lover an orgasm that she skipped the preliminaries. Roseanna's tongue went straight for Miss McKeever's cunt and on her cunt it was to remain until the black-haired teenager had successfully completed her sensuous task.
Roseanna Ho began to lick at the entire length of the older woman's pussy with each stroke. She placed her tongue at the base of the pussy and licked upward. Yes, each tongue stroke started on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between Miss McKeever's ass-hole and her cunt. Roseanna didn't stop licking upward until her tongue was in the center of the woman's bush.
Someone who was lolking at Miss McKeever's pubic bush for the first time as Roseanna Ho was at that moment would be sure to think that the woman trimmed her pubies with a tiny scissors to make them grow so neatly. Her red pubic patch grew in a perfect inverted triangle that precisely covered her sloping mound.
Miss McKeever's pubic patch looked like an arrow indicating the location of her clitoral foreskin. Her hair grew in slender lines along the outermost edges of her vulva.
There was even a cute little ring of red hair around Miss McKeever's pink asterisk of an ass-hole. The little girl tongued the woman's ass-hole briefly and tentatively a couple of times. She just wanted to find out what that spot tasted like. Roseanna felt like shattering all taboos with that bold and curious tongue of hers. She felt like she wanted to kneel before this woman and eat pussy for the rest of her life.
Roseanna pressed harder and harder each time she licked upward. The little girl was laving as a mare in heat might lap at a cake of salt next to her stall the stall she had been locked inside for entirely too long.
Roseanna turned her tongue sideways after a few strokes and pushed it in between Miss McKeever's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. The little Oriental girl used her tongue to open the woman up to push those inner lips further apart than they would have rested normally.
Naturally, Roseanna licked right across the woman's clit with each stroke. Miss McKeever's little man in the boat wasn't so little anymore. It was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her feminine arousal. It was sticking well out from under the clitoral foreskin by this time. The fleshy sheath above the clit was being pushed up and out of the way by the mounting girth of Miss McKeever's fiery bulb.
Then Roseanna paused and plunged her tongue as deep into Miss McKeever's cunt as she could get it. Miss McKeever continued to stroke the Oriental girl's hair lovingly. The schoolteacher had an urge to clutch Roseanna's head and hold it still, but she didn't do it. She didn't want to do anything that was apt to conjure up not-so-pleasant memories in the teenager. Then Roseanna wiggled her tongue around inside the redheaded woman's poontang.
The little Oriental girl pressed against varying spots inside the woman's pussy using a variety of pressures. As she was doing this she was also massaging the woman's clitoris with her tiny nose. Miss McKeever could feel the intensity of her horniness rising quickly. The woman was getting damp with sweat, and, naturally enough, she was breathing as if she were purposefully trying to hyperventilate herself.
Roseanna pulled her tongue all the way out of Miss McKeever's cunt and decided at that point that it was time to pay exclusive attention to the woman's love button. She rolled the fiery bulb in several circles and then flicked across it.
Miss McKeever tensed and began to come. The older woman felt as if she were sprawled on her back on the beach as the tide was coming in. The waves had been lapping up over her higher and higher for some time, and now the tidal wave had struck.
The teacher was submerged in pleasure.
She was drowning in her enjoyment.
Miss McKeever felt as if she were burning in the water and drowning in the flame. She made no attempt to hold back her screams of pleasure. She screamed at Roseanna to suck her clit and that was precisely what the little girl did.
Roseanna kept her tongue busy the whole time. She sucked and licked at the woman's clit very hard and she didn't stop until Miss McKeever's pleasure was over. Roseanna pulled her head away immediately. Miss McKeever helped the little girl up onto the overstuffed davenport. Roseanna draped one leg over the back of the sofa. The other leg dangled downward toward the floor. Miss McKeever crawled next to Roseanna and took one tit in her hand. Her mouth went to the other breast. Miss McKeever placed the tip of her tongue directly on the little girl's chocolate colored nipple. She rolled her tongue lazily over that feminine erection. She took the nipple in her mouth and she began to suck it. Miss McKeever sucked so hard that the tit was pulled up and away from the rest of Roseanna Ho's chest.
Then Miss McKeever sucked and licked the other tit. She tugged both nipples with her teeth and she didn't stop until the little girl's feminine erections had grown a great deal longer than they had ever been before. Roseanna's tits felt as if they were swollen-perhaps to twice their normal size.
But this was only an illusion.
This was merely a trick that was being played on her by her sexually aroused nervous-system.
Miss Mckeever lifted the girl's legs and lowered her face to her crotch. Her pussy was so pretty and so sweet. Miss McKeever licked under the pussy, at the little girl's tail. Roseanna didn't know whether to moan or giggle as she felt her bung hole being rimmed. She was being kissed and caressed in places she had never been touched before. Each little lick from Miss McKeever's tongue brought the little girl to a new height of delight.
Miss McKeever teasingly licked at the outer lips of Roseanna's cunt, then in between the lips. She lovingly pushed the inner labia apart by moving her tongue tip rapidly from side to side. By the time the redheaded schoolteacher had gotten her tongue on Roseanna's clit the little girl was on the verge of orgasm.
"I'VE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE! MISS MCKEEVER! YOU ARE MAKING ME SO HOT! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME! I AM GOING TO COME SO VERY HARD A THOUSAND TIMES HARDER THAN ANY COME I HAVE KNOWN BEFORE!"
Miss McKeever licked the little girl's clit hard and fast. She could feel the squirt of fluid from Roseanna's urethra striking her lower lip.
She pulled that trigger again and again and she began to fear that the little girl was going to pull a muscle from the frantic way she was writhing and bucking about on the overstuffed davenport.
By the time the little girl's come was over she was convinced that she never, ever wanted to become intimate with another man. She wanted to love only woman, loving woman women who understood her needs.
They took a bath together after they had finished eating each other's pussies. They soaped each other up. They diddled each other under the water. They touched the tips of their tongues together. They pinched and tweaked each other's nipples. The water was very hot and the bathroom was filled with steam. The mirror on the medicine cabinet and the full-length looking-glass mounted on the back of the bathroom door were totally fogged over.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna Dickson was walking into Miss McKeever's apartment building with her favorite schoolteacher that spring. It was only the second time she had ever gotten together with her lesbian lover.
Miss McKeever did not enjoy seeing the same little girl too frequently. She knew that people were aware of her social patterns and, yes, even a little suspicious.
Miss McKeever knew that she had to keep a VERY low profile when it came to her sex life. In turn, each of her lovers would have to learn this.
All of her girls as she liked to refer to them to herself wanted to come back often, and, sooner or later, it had to be explained that this was impossible.
But many months had passed and it had been Miss McKeever who suggested she and Donna get together. She remembered how Donna had once asked for water sports, bondage, discipline and the like.
Miss McKeever had pissed in the girl's mouth, but that was as far as she could go. She backed off when the action got too hot. Miss McKeever had been troubled by this.
Ever since her first encounter with Donna, Miss McKeever had wished she had gone through with it. The girl had asked for it. Miss McKeever figured she should have given it to her.
Who was she to pull a goody-goody move like that? Miss McKeever was a little ashamed of herself. She decided to have Donna over one more time, and this time she was going to be just as deviate as Donna wanted her to be.
She was going to be a dominatrix bitch. Miss McKeever planned everything out ahead of time and she even did some preparatory shopping.
She bought a leather dominatrix outfit and a riding crop. She also bought four pairs of cuffs, so that she could bind both the ankles and wrists of the little girl. She had been bound when she lost her cherry to Daddy. The first cut is the deepest. Miss McKeever was smart enough to know that in spite of the little girls protestations there would always be a soft spot in her heart for bondage.
"Donna, you shall have anything you wish. I have prepared for you. You think up what you want, and I'll go change," Miss McKeever said, the second they got to her apartment.
"Okay," Donna said. Donna undressed while Miss McKeever was out of the room. The girl could feel a tingling in her anus. Her rectum was throbbing.
Her nether eye was throbbing with desire. She could feel her bung hole opening and closing rhythmically from the tiny spasms she was experiencing down there.
Donna began to rub her anus. Her knees were tucked to her chest and her tiny finger was rubbing, rubbing, rubbing at those hypersensitive mucous membranes. She only touched the outside of her nether eye. Donna made no attempt to penetrate herself anally with her finger at that point.
Donna could feel her desire spreading inward, to fill her tight tubular sphincter muscle. She could feel the wanton tingling moving into her colon into the pit of her bowels.
When Miss McKeever returned from the bathroom Donna was somewhat shocked by what she saw. Miss McKeever was dressed all in black leather, with the exception of her black mesh stockings.
Around her middle, Miss McKeever wore a tight black leather corset. The corset enhanced her figure, making her waist look even slimmer than usual.
At the top of that corset were half-cups that fit snugly beneath Miss McKeever's breasts. Those cups pushed her tits up high on her chest and held them apart. Her nipples, like her mouth, had been rouged. Her nipples were quite perky as they pointed slightly upward. Her nipples seemed to sniff the air. The woman was wearing a pair of leather boots with tall spiked high heels. The boots were pointy, savagely pointy, at the toes. Her hands, wrists and forearms were covered with gloves that fit her perfectly. They too were leather. She was wearing a lot more make-up than usual.
In Miss McKeever's right hand was the riding crop. It was a brutal horse whip, designed to mark the skin as well as cause pain. It was made of leather and bamboo.
It was the same sort of whip that jockeys at the racetrack used to beat the shit out of their mounts during the homestretches of the squeakers.
"I see you are quite fascinated by your own ass-hole, Donna," Miss McKeever said.
"Yes, Miss McKeever. My ass-hole is a virgin, you know. It feels very horny."
"Don't worry. I fully intend to give it a full workout!" Miss McKeever exclaimed. The woman laughed a little. She felt a little evil. She felt naughty as well. Miss McKeever was having a good time even a better time than she had thought. She realized that there had been a bitch inside her all along that had been dying to get out. Now she had a sexual submissive on her hands a full-fledged masochist. It was too much for the beautiful redheaded schoolteacher to bear. Her sadistic side was emerging full-blown. She could feel the evil hissing out of her mouth with the sound of a snake. She was the serpent who came to interrupt the innocent bliss of earth's first garden.
"Before you can be buggered, of course, you will have to be purged," Miss McKeever said. Donna could feel herself shivering at the thought. She had done enough reading on kinky sex to know what this meant.
Donna knew that she was going to get an enema and judging from the schoolteacher's leather garb, Donna correctly assumed that it was going to be a big one.
Miss McKeever marched the naked little girl into the bathroom and told her to get in the bathtub. Donna was told to stand facing the shower nozzle. Her waist was bent severely forward. She was forced to jack-knife to a perfect ninety-degree angle, so that her ass was up in the air. Donna stood with her feet as far apart as she could get them in the tub. Her ankle bones were pressed against the white porcelain. She kept her knees straight. Her tits looked a good deal larger than usual because the force of gravity was fully in their favor. Her nipples were hard. Her cunt was like a swamp. Her cunt was hot too, even though she had not been giving her poontang much thought. Her horniness had created a chain-reaction in her whole crotch. It was like the domino effect. Once the ass-hole got hot, the pussy was apt to start swelling and lubricating.
Miss McKeever fetched her enema bag from the dirty clothes hamper. She filled it to the brim with hot water. Many quarts. Much more that Donna would have thought could fit inside her ass.
Miss McKeever then attached the bag to the pole that held the shower curtain, and tugged the girl's tender ass cheeks apart as far as they would go.
Miss McKeever then pushed the enema nozzle deep up inside the girl's nether eye, the tip pushing right past her sphincter into her softer colon.
Miss McKeever wasted no time removing the little clamp from the hose, so that the super-hot water could start flowing into the girl's bowels.
Donna's entire body jerked as the water entered her colon, and her first instinct was to shit it back out. But Miss McKeever told her she had to take all of the water, no matter how much it hurt.
And when Miss McKeever said it she sounded like she wasn't in the mood to take no for an answer. Donna was a little frightened, but her fear only enhanced her horniness.
Her belly bloated and she cramped badly. She cried and screamed. But she took all of the water. She clamped her ass-hole shut around the nozzle and she relaxed the muscles all around her bowels.
She blew up like a water balloon until she was ready to pop. Miss McKeever pulled the plug once the bag was empty and told the little girl it was okay to release the water.
Just to prove how strong she was, Donna Dickson held the water for a couple seconds longer than she had to, then all hell broke loose.
She relaxed her ass-hole for the first time in what seemed like ages, and she clamped down on her internal muscles. Her ass-hole blustered noisily and painfully. She gushed stained water violently and the bathroom instantly began to reek with the scent of the little girl's inner bowels.
"Oh God, I can't believe how good it feels. I wouldn't have believed that I would ever want to shit that bad. Oh thank you, thank you for giving me the enema," Donna said.
"You are perfectly welcome. Now you must clean up this mess you have made. You will then wash yourself and I mean thoroughly. Take a long shower and use plenty of soap. I want you as clean as a whistle and I mean including all of your sweet little nooks and crannies. I want you powdered and fresh and pure, do you understand, Donna?"
"Yes, Miss McKeever," Donna said. Her knees felt very weak after the draining enema. She could feel fluid still dribbling out of her swollen rectum, rolling down in between her pussy lips.
The muscles in her shapely gams didn't want to support the weight of her body anymore. But she did as she was told. She took her time too. She didn't have much of a choice. She was too exhausted to hurry.
And the most exhausted part of her was her ass-hole. She knew that the ring of muscle at the mouth of her rectum was no longer able to resist any invasion Miss McKeever might have in mind.
Miss McKeever's outfit was designed so that her ass and her cunt were exposed, not to mention her nipples. This proved to be quite convenient. Miss McKeever had a few moments to herself. She decided a little self-love was in order.
Miss McKeever went into her bedroom and fetched the black rubber strap-on dildo. She did not put it on however, but rather sprawled on her back and began to use it on herself.
Miss McKeever ran the rubber pole up and down her slash, getting it moist, before she began to penetrate herself with it. Her lips opened easily to take the dildo in spite of the ersatz dong's girth.
She pushed it all the way inside herself. Just enough protruded for her to grip with the fleshy part of the tips of her digits.
Miss McKeever then fucked herself with that dildo, faster and faster until she made herself come. She angled the pole upward so that it would smack very hard against her dimpled cervix as she thrust it up into her soft underbelly. Her mouth opened and moved like a fish's mouth. Her tongue flopped in and out. She made herself come a second time and then she stopped.
Then she pulled the straps over her legs so that she was wearing the dildo, the bumpy base snug against her swollen love button. She was ready. She got up and strutted about the room, her hands on her hips. She felt mean. She couldn't wait to hear that little girl's startled scream of pain when the rubber pole tore into her sweet fanny for the first time.
Donna finally emerged from the bathroom and she looked like a little angel. She stood demurely, shyly, toes tucked under, in the doorway. She sucked her forefinger. She had pulled her hair into pigtails. She looked as if she had never had a naughty thought in her entire life. One could almost see the halo over pretty Donna Dickson's head.
"Come in, Donna. Get on the bed for me won't you. On your belly. I am going to tie you up again," Miss McKeever said.
"But why?"
"It is for your own protection. You will buck severely with this buggery and I don't want you to hurt yourself," Miss McKeever said. That was the excuse she would always use before binding a slave girl. She liked that reasoning, in spite of its bogusness.
Donna did as she was told. The little girl bowed her head subserviently, her eyes half-closed. Her long lashes fluttered for a moment. Before she climbed up on the bed she took one more glance at the dildo. How could something so fat and black fit inside something so little and pink? Donna had a feeling ahe wasn't going to have to wait for very long at all to find out the answer to that question.
Miss McKeever very efficiently cuffed the little girl's ankles and wrists to the bed frame, using the nifty new cuffs she had bought.
They were sharp and bit into Donna's flesh, making lingering rings. The feeling in her hands and feet soon faded away. She concentrated on her ass-hole on the intense desire she felt there. She could feel the itch inside her fanny becoming maddening. It was demanding to be scratched.
Miss McKeever climbed on top of the little girl. On the bed beside her was ajar of K-Y Jelly. Donna could feel the tip of the dildo probing between her buns. She wanted to writhe on the bed but her stringent bondage was preventing her from doing this.
"Think of nothing but your ass-hole. Think of how the dildo will soon touch you where you have never been touched before," Miss McKeever said.
She scooped some K-Y Jelly out of the plastic jar with leather-clad fingers and thoroughly lubricated the dildo. She put extra jelly on the molded head of the spurious dong, where the lubrication was most essential. She then dug her gloved fingers into the cleavage between Donna's sweet buns. She slowly pulled the teenager's ass cheeks apart as far as they would go stretching taut the skin in the crack. Donna could feel the heat, yeah!!
CHAPTER EIGHT
! In a very sexually alive state, Miss McKeever tensed the muscles in her ass cheeks and then began to press downward with her feminine lower torso. Her ass cheeks pressed together.
Miss McKeever gritted her back teeth together. Her painted lips stretched back over her front teeth. She was baring her teeth, as an animal would.
Miss McKeever was wearing an expensive musk oil perfume. It was designed to change scent depending on the body-chemistry of the woman wearing it.
On Miss McKeever that musk oil smelled hauntingly beautiful. The scent was in Donna's flaring nostrils, intoxicating her, making her drunk with lust.
The bound little girl could feel her ass-hole stretching open. She could feel all of the puckers in the mouth of her rectum being smoothed.
There was no doubt in the little girl's mind that her ass-hole was about to be opened further than it had ever been opened before. No doubt at all.
She knew that the molded head of that black rubber dildo was a hell of a lot bigger than anything she had ever squeezed out of her nether eye.
Donna Dickson was sure of that. She would have remembered a turd that big. She could feel her bung hole being stretched open as far as it could go.
Her mouth opened along with her ass-hole. She could feel the corners of her mouth stretching taut, along with her sphincter muscle.
The head of Miss McKeever's dildo finally popped inside. The anus actually made a popping noise as the first violation was wrought. It was as if they could really hear her anal cherry popping.
Donna could feel the tip of the dildo pushing past her sphincter muscle. The tip pushed into her colon. Her pain, which was severe at first, was already subsiding.
She knew she could take the whole thing. She was filled with a sudden confidence. She could feel the tip pushing against her internal tissues.
Deeper and deeper.
But very slowly.
A millimeter at a time.
Miss McKeever had great patience!
The little girl could tell that her ass-hole really would have torn if the dildo had been any thicker. Donna figured there was probably a reason they made those fake cocks the size they did.
She could feel sharp pains inside her ass pains that felt good. She could tell that there were places where the internal passageway had been stretched too far.
She could tell that the rubber pole was opening wounds inside her ass. She could feel the hot moisture. She knew she was bleeding. She knew the dildo would be wearing a crimson coat by the time the brutal buggery was complete and she didn't care.
"Deeper!" Donna whimpered.
Miss McKeever took a deep breath and shoved down hard with the. tensed muscles in her ass. Donna could once again feel herself being touched in places she wouldn't have thought could be reached from the outside.
The tip of the dildo pushed way up into her belly. She made a strangled gurgling noise in her throat. She could feel the focal point of her anal desire being directly stimulated for the first time in her life.
Her pain became her pleasure and her pleasure grew. She began to plead. She needed to be fucked so very badly, just a couple of quick strokes was all she wanted.
"Please," Donna said. "Just pump me once, twice like that, quick like, and I just know you will make me get off. I can feel it. Oh I need it, I need it so bad. I'm burning up. I'm on fire."
Miss McKeever kept pushing down in spite of the fact that her dildo was already all the way inside the little girl's ass-hole. Donna's rectum clutched the ebony pole at the hilt.
Finally, after maybe a full minute had passed, Miss McKeever began to pull up. Donna could feel her ass-hole being pulled upward also.
There was a terrifying moment when Donna thought her ass-hole was going to be torn right out of the cleavage between her tender buttocks.
But once again the diminutive teenager discovered that her rectal tissues were a hell of a lot more elastic than she gave them credit for.
The woman pulled up with her ass until only the tip of the dildo was up the little girl's fanny. Miss McKeever left just enough dildo up the small one's ass to keep her bung hole from slamming shut on her. She then pushed all the way back in. Donna could feel her pleasure getting so extreme that her muscles couldn't help but tense .
Her entire body stiffened up on her involuntarily. She could feel the beads of sweat forming in a straight line across her brow. Donna's brow was usually smooth but this was not the case at that moment.
Her brow was deeply creased with her concentration. She could think of nothing but her sensations. She had no flesh. She had no bone. She merely had an ass-hole and a nervous-system and she was thoroughly convinced that these were the only things she would ever need to be happy for all eternity.
Miss McKeever began to fuck in and out. Up and down. From side to side. Donna could feel her ass-hole being pushed and pulled by the motion.
Then Miss McKeever stabbed in very hard and Donna could feel the impossible happening. She could feel great rushes of pleasure going directly from the innermost sections of her colon into her brain.
The K-Y Jelly on the dildo was stained pink by the blood from inside Donna's ass. She could feel her bowels going into massive convulsions at that moment.
Donna Dickson could feel her colon spasming bizarrely in a way she would not have thought feasible unless she had felt it for herself.
She could feel her bung hole, still stretched out as far as it could go, becoming unadulteratedly spastic. Her entire fanny was out of control.
Her ass trembled so that the cheeks looked as if they were made out of molded Jell-O. Her ass-hole was bruised. She would be sore after it was over but she was not aware of any pain at all while her anal passion was ripe.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! MISS MCKEEVER! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! I AM GOING CRAZY! YOU ARE MAKING MY ASS EXPLODE! YOU ARE MAKING ME COME INSIDE MY ASS! IT HURTS! OH GOD! IT HURTS SO BAD! MORE! MAKE IT DO IT AGAIN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MY ASS AS HARD AND FAST
AS YOU CAN!! ! "
By this time Miss McKeever could feel her own sexual arousal approaching the saturation point. She began to fuck brutally hard. The sodomy, indeed, became savage.
The little girl could feel the pleasure burning into her boggled brain. She lost touch with reality. She lost herself in her pleasure. She was submerged and she stayed under those waves of joy for a very long time.
Naturally, Miss McKeever did not stop fucking the little girl's ass until she got her own rocks off. For a moment they were coming together each screaming in a shrill voice with the trauma their nerves were going through. Their voices warbled as they screamed with womanly ecstasy. They sounded as if they were yodeling as they cried out with shared lesbian bliss.
Miss McKeever pulled the dildo all the way out immediately. The red-haired woman winced when she looked down at the fake cock. There was blood all over the dildo.
She knew that she had hurt the little girl, hurt her badly and deeply. She had opened up a wound deep inside Donna with her relentless latex erection.
Miss McKeever quickly took the dildo off and wrapped it in a towel so she wouldn't have to look at it. She treated that dildo as she would have Cindy Bertram's aborted baby, had she found it on the beach.
She then untied the little girl's hands and feet. She massaged the fingers and toes so that the circulation of blood would return to normal. Donna could feel the sensation returning to all of her nerve-endings during that sensuous massage.
"Did I hurt you too badly?"
"Not too badly. I'm pretty sore though."
"I guess I got carried away," Miss McKeever said.
"Don't apologize. It was just what I wanted."
"Ar e you sure?" the beautiful schoolteacher queried.
"Absolutely. I didn't want you to be gentle."
"I am going to have to clean you up. Stay on your belly."
"Is my ass bleeding badly?" Donna asked.
"Don't look. It's better you don't know."
"I don't care. I hope there are quarts of blood."
"Why do you say that?"
"That blood is my badge of courage. I'm a real woman now."
"That's a good way to look at it. I'll go get some towels."
CHAPTER NINE
"Miss McKeever, you got a minute?" Cindy Bertram said, poking her head into the woman's private office at the far end of the hall.
"Cindy! I haven't seen you in a long time. How are things going at college?" Miss McKeever asked. "Have you been staying out of trouble?"
"Oh yes, Miss McKeever. I have been having the time of my life. I knew things would be better once I got out of town," Cindy said with a happy smile.
The pretty little girl entered the office completely and closed the door behind her. She had a puffiness around the mouth that Miss McKeever recognized all too well.
Miss McKeever did not have to ask why the strawberry blonde had returned. She knew why. She was horny and she was looking for some of that good loving Miss McKeever had given her while she was a senior.
"How has your sex life been? I'd like to think that I was a step in the right direction concerning your sexual health," Miss McKeever said.
"Oh you were! There's no doubt about that. Things have been going fine. I have both boyfriends and girlfriends at school, college, I mean."
"That's nice. Were you off on vacation now?" Miss McKeever asked. She looked at that girl and she remembered how differently she had looked as she bawled in her classroom over the death of her baby.
She was a brand new girl. Her eyes were alive and twinkling. She was sexually confident. Her posture was better. She sat with shoulders back on the chair opposite Miss McKeever's desk.
"No, I just decided to take a long weekend. To tell you the truth, my folks don't even know I am in town. I came to see you," Cindy said.
"I see. I'm flattered," Miss McKeever said. The beautiful redheaded schoolteacher could feel a heat forming on the insides of her thighs.
"You see, I have turned eighteen now, and I was hoping we could start in where we left off, or we could skip a few steps. We can go out to dinner together or maybe the movies. We don't have to be nearly as discreet as we used to be."
"How would you like to go to a sex club?" Miss McKeever asked.
"Pardon me," Cindy said. She thought she had heard incorrectly.
"I know an all-girl sex club we can go to," Miss McKeever said.
"Sounds fascinating," Cindy said. Her eyes lit up with delight.
Cindy's pink tongue tip rolled back and forth across her lips.
"It's a wild place. Anything can happen and usually does," the teacher said.
"I'm into it. There's nothing I won't try," Cindy heard herself say.
"I'm glad that you have such an open mind, Cindy," Miss McKeever said.
"I have you to thank for that, Miss McKeever," Cindy said with a smile.
"I'm glad I could be of help. I think tonight might open some horizons for you too," Miss McKeever said.
"What is the name of this place you are taking me too?"
"It is called The Satin Trap. It's a bar and a club."
"And the girls just sprawl around naked and make out?"
"That's right. There are cushions all over the place."
"And they suck each other off and everything?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, Cindy. There is dildo fucking, and a stage show."
"A stage show! What is that like? Do they have mud wrestling?"
"They used to. Now they have an S and M show," Miss McKeever said.
"You mean chains and whips and stuff like that?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. Meet me at my place at ten o'clock," Miss McKeever said.
"Isn't that a little on the late side to get a night started?"
"That's the sort of place it is. You go visit your parents. They miss you."
"Okay. I don't think I'm going to be able to wait. I wonder if I can jerk myself off and drive my car at the same time," Cindy exclaimed.
They both laughed and Cindy stole a quick kiss right on the mouth before waving ta-ta and exiting the office with a. seductive wiggle of her round ass.
The sex club was in one of the sleazier sections of town. Both the women were in their sexiest clothes, which was somewhat of a waste because they only undressed and checked their attire at the door of the joint anyway.
Cindy's mouth fell open when she entered the place. She had never seen anything like it. The place was illuminated dimly in a blue hue. Very sexy.
The bar was packed with naked women chatting and drinking and feeling each other up. Around the place were many nude bodies, all of them apparently attractive, fucking and sucking one another in every possible combination.
Miss McKeever went to the bar to get a couple of rum and cokes and by the time she had returned, Cindy had made herself a couple of friends.
Marlene and Marcy were each wearing a dildo very much like the one Miss McKeever used sometimes. Only these fake cocks were red in color.
Cindy had an idea. She wanted to be fucked in the cunt and the ass-hole at the same time by those two rubber cocks but that wasn't all.
In addition to being made a sandwich of by those twin dongs, she wanted to, at the same time, eat Miss McKeever's cunt. Everyone agreed that this was a wonderful idea.
The only problem was deciding who got to fuck the teenager in the cunt and who got to fuck her in the ass. A short but fevered discussion on this very topic ensued.
Finally it was agreed.
Marcy got the cunt and Marlene got the ass.
Marcy spread herself out on her back on one of the cushions. Her long legs were stretched out in front of her. Her tits were all but flattened by the force of gravity.
Marlene watched with anticipation in her eyes. Marcy held her arms up. Cindy straddled her hips, facing her. The little girl rubbed the red dildo against her cunt.
Then Cindy took that dildo inside. She took it all the way up. She didn't stop lowering herself on the rod until her inner cunt lips gripped its base.
The tip had pushed way up into her belly. She gyrated her hips. She wanted to start fucking right away, but this it had been agreed was not a good idea. Marlene said that it was going to be tough enough getting the dildo up the little girl's ass without being forced to aim at a moving target.
Cindy then kicked her legs out behind her, keeping her thighs apart. Marlene mounted from the top. She lubricated the dildo with her own spittle.
Cindy knew there was only a thin wall of flesh between her colon and her inner cunt. She knew that wall was going to be stretched particularly thin by the double violation.
She could feel the dildo on her anus. She could feel her ass-hole opening. She could feel the dildo pushing inside. Deeper and deeper.
Naturally, Marlene didn't stop pushing until both dildoes were all the way in. Cindy couldn't believe how good it felt. She could tell she was going to start coming the second they began their in and out fucking motion.
Miss McKeever knelt at the head of the pile of naked humans. She knelt with her knees apart. Cindy stretched her neck. She parted her lips.
Cindy got her tongue on Miss McKeever's clit.
She began to flick back and forth lightly and quickly. Then, as if well-rehearsed, Marlene and Marcy began to fuck at the same time.
They fucked in sync with one another. They pulled out together. They pushed in together. Cindy licked harder at Miss McKeever's clit.
Cindy sucked the beautiful schoolteacher's clit. Cindy, just as she had figured, began to come right away and she didn't stop coming!! !
She came in her love button.
She came inside her cunt.
She came inside her ass.
Sometimes it felt as if she were coming in all three places at once, and then Miss McKeever was coming, squirting juices into the little girl's precious kisser, and then Marcy and Marlene were coming too, rubbing their clits against the base of their respective dildoes. They were all coming and it was time for the stage show to begin!
EPILOGUE
The stage was lit but empty when a huge, muscular woman pushed a large wooden table onto the center of it. This was the torture table.
The torture table had four sets of steel handcuffs at the corners which made it perfect for bonding women of various sizes upon it.
Cindy took one look at the torture table and the oddest thing occurred to her. She found herself wishing she was chained to that table.
The large woman who pushed the table onto the stage left immediately and there was a pause. Then the professional dominatrix bitch walked on.
She introduced herself as Mistress Diana and the crowd went crazy with her appearance. It was clear to Cindy that this was the star of the show.
Mistress Diana was a beautiful strawberry blonde with a fine body. She had huge tits. She was dressed in the traditional leather garb of a dominant woman.
Mistress Diana's leather corset fit her tightly around the middle. The half-cups at the top of the corset pushed her tits higher up on her chest than they would have rested normally.
She was wearing black fishnet stockings the kind with the black seams running up the back attached at her thighs to her black garter belt.
Mistress Diana was wearing black leather boots with extraordinarily high heels. She strutted back and forth next to the torture table.
Mistress Diana looked menacingly at the crowd, as if she considered each and every woman in The Satin Trap a potential victim. A potential slave.
Mistress Diana was wearing black leather gloves that fit snugly to her fingers and rolled up her forearm almost all the way to her elbows.
Mistress Diana picked a volunteer from the crowd, a pretty little blonde girl named Theresa. The little blonde was ordered to get on the table.
Mistress Diana ordered the little girl to get on her belly and quickly the four steel cuffs were locked around her wrists and her ankles.
Cindy felt a strange feeling in both her belly and her cunt as she heard Theresa call out with pain. She had been spread-eagled. She couldn't move.
The little girl's elbows and knees had been locked in the straight position. Mistress Diana produced a paddle, and Cindy figured out right away what the savage strawberry blonde was going to do with that.
The paddle looked like it might have once been used to play ping-pong with. The rubber surfaces had been peeled off of it, leaving the bare wood.
The dominatrix bitch began to paddle the little girl's tiny fanny and Theresa's screams of pain filled the sex club. Cindy's pussy was getting wet.
She paddled the little girl's fanny until
Theresa stopped screaming with pain. The little girl began to moan with apparent pleasure.
The second the moaning began to paddling stopped. Mistress Diana fetched a long rubber dildo and strapped it onto herself. She fondled her new cock.
The dominatrix bitch then climbed up on the torture table. The crowd was pushing toward the stage. Everyone wanted to get a better look;
Mistress Diana quickly lubricated the rubber pole with her saliva and yanked the little blonde's red hot ass cheeks as far apart as they would go.
Mistress Diana worked the tip of the dildo in between the little girl's ass cheeks and quickly found the anus. The ass-hole was pried open.
The little blonde was sure she was going to be torn wide open as the rubber pole pushed right up past her sphincter and into her colon.
Naturally the cruel woman did not stop pushing until every inch of the ersatz cock was up inside the little girl's bowels, where she felt it belonged.
There was nothing subtle about the way the strawberry blonde fucked her sex slave. Theresa was buggered good and proper by the bitch.
Mistress Diana fucked the little girl's ass as hard and fast as she could right from the very first stroke, and she didn't stop for a long time.
The dominatrix bitch didn't stop sodomizing the bound blonde until she had managed to get her rocks off, rubbing against the base of the fake dick.
When she pulled the dildo out there was blood all over it. Mistress Diana got off the table and unchained the little girl. Theresa rolled over and moaned.
The dominatrix bitch ordered the little girl to get off the table and to kneel before her. Theresa was ordered to lick the dildo clean.
Theresa didn't look like she was too pleased with this idea but she did as she was told nonetheless. Rare is the slave who will defy her dominatrix.
The crowd applauded wildly when the first part of the act was over. The wooden table was pushed back off the stage by the same muscular woman who had pushed it on.
A bowl of breakfast cereal was brought onto the stage and was set on the floor in the spotlight. Mistress Diana produced a ripe banana.
After sensuously peeling the banana Mistress Diana squatted over the bowl and spread her thighs. She worked the banana all the way up inside her cunt.
Then she did something so amazing that Cindy thought her eyes were deceiving her. She thought an illusion was being created, just like the magic show she had seen once.
Using muscle control the dominatrix was slicing the bananana neatly so that the pieces were falling out of her cunt's mouth into the bowl.
She didn't stop until the entire banana was in the bowl, sliced neatly and evenly. The crowd went berserk again. Mistress Diana asked for another volunteer.
Carried away with the situation Cindy ran forward and leaped up onto the stage totally unaware that this time she had bitten off more than she could chew.
