Why do the old taboos continue to exist in these modern and enlightened times? Because we tend to hide knowledge of truly right and wrong under a bushel. Whenever a young girl, such as the heroine in this novel, feels powerful inner emotions, these emotions eventually take control of her, making her do things she seems to believe are wrong. Yet how wrong can these things be if the very body yearns for it?
At one time, education would have been the right way to enlighten girls like Lenore, the heroine, in here. But how can she be properly educated, when the educators themselves don't really know or understand what is right or wrong?
The time has come for the entire country, if not the entire world to take a good, long look at our sexual mores and customs. A sweeping re-evaluation is needed, and if the leaders and educators and scientists will but open their eyes, they'll be able to see it.
Why do the manmade laws of thousands of years ago continue to prevail in our civilized society? Surely it is obvious these laws do not work, at least not in their present form. Some laws must be modified, and others must be scrapped altogether, while yet others, not yet in existence, have to be made laws.
If we are to continue as a sane society, something will have to be done to correct these rules and regulations. What held true for the barbarism of our ancestors cannot hold true for us. To continue believing in the present system, is to believe in Sunday Blue Laws, male chauvinism, and witches.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Her eyes seemed glued to the wall, as one of them peered through the small, barely visible crack, watching the tableau unfolding in the room next door. Until she was two years old she had been allowed to sleep with her parents. But ever since then, she had been given a bed of her own in a room of her own. For ten years she had slept alone, and Lenore had always wondered why. If she was such a big girl and able to sleep alone, why didn't her mommy sleep alone? Mommy was a much bigger girl. Why did she sleep with daddy all the time?
The crack had first developed in the wall between the two rooms two years earlier. At first it was a hairline thing, barely visible, but as the house they lived in settled more and more, and more, and the summer heat stretched the wooden boards while the winter cold shrunk them, the hole became bigger and bigger. In her parents' bedroom, it seemed to remain an invisible crack, though from her side, Lenore found she was able to peep through and see everything going on there. And what she was witnessing now made her press her fingers into her hairless crotch and rub the funny little nubbin of flesh, making her feel good. Had she not seen her daddy rub that same spot on her mother's fur-rimmed pussy, Lenore would never have even known how much fun it was to touch herself there.
Her mother, Rose-Ann Carter, loved sex and everything connected with it. Her father, Ralph Carter, was no less horny now than when he'd married Rose-Ann, almost fourteen years earlier.
Rose-Ann was long and willowy, with small, firm, upstanding breasts whose light pink nipples and even lighter pink aureolae seemed to totally hypnotize her husband. Rose-Ann had mousy brown hair which she attempted to make more attractive by rinsing. But the hair on her pouting pussy was still the same mousy brown. But as far as Ralph Carter was concerned, his wife was perfection.
Ralph was developing a small pot, and his forehead was growing as his hairline receded, but his wife still adored him. What she liked most was the seven inches of thick, hard cock protruding from between his thighs. The meatroll was at least two inches in diameter, and suspended beneath his cock's heavy root was a pendulous pair of weighty balls. Ralph was three inches taller than Rose-Ann's five feet six inches, and he seemed to complement her perfectly. His own hair had once been deep black, but had turned prematurely grey where it still existed. Even the curls on his pubis looked like a blend of salt and pepper.
Ralph had the urge to fuck at the strangest times. Once he had fucked his wife while they were at an opera, alone in a private box. Another time, he had sat her on his lap while they were at a picnic, and in front of more than two hundred men, women, and children, he had pumped her cunt with no one the wiser as to what was happening.
That Friday afternoon, he had come home with this powerful need for cunt. His wife was in the kitchen preparing supper, but his belly had to take a backseat to his cock for the moment. Grabbing his wife by the arm, he marched her up to their bedroom, shutting the door, and Lenore, curious whether or not her father would be doing those things to her mother which made her feel good, had gone up to her own bedroom and peered through the tiny crack in the wall. With her eye glued to the tiny aperture, she pressed fingers under her dress, inside the crotch of her panties, and stared as she saw her mother reach out and find the fully aroused staff of her father's hardened cock, pressing against the blue of his gabardine pants. The straining bulge of thick prick ached to be released, and what Rose-Ann was doing now could best be described as agonizing. Her fingers squeezed the solid stanchion with tremendous power, making it move all the more agonizingly in its quest for freedom. Her fingers seemed to knead their way down the length of solid flesh until they reached the base. They squeezed harder, then reversed direction, moving up until they could feel the spongy glans, feeling the way it flexed with hypersensitivity.
"Annnggghhhhh!" he gasped, breaking the silence in the room, feeling the way his wife's working fingers pinched the head of his anxious cock.
When Ralph was in the mood to be fucked, Rose-Ann knew better than to kid around and merely tease. Over the years she had come to know exactly what it was that would please her husband. Her light grey eyes flashed at him, pleased to hear his groan, knowing she was affecting him so quickly. Her hand squeezed his prick point even harder for a moment, and then she slowly released the organ still vaccillating in his pants.
Her mouth came to his, tongue extended and reaching into his mouth, her face tilted up to his as her arms wound their way around him. Her kiss was arousing and soothing as her palms cupped his face, tenderly caressing his cheeks.
Lenore was in tremendous heat, watching the way her mommy and daddy continued. She could almost feel the same thing happening to her. Often, she recalled a dream where her daddy was touching her all over, making her feel so wonderfully sensitive. But she only recalled the dream for a moment, and then it would fade before the reality of what she saw him doing to her mommy.
As she watched, her own fingers still pressing into her moistly heated slit, she saw her mommy's hand once again reach for her daddy's thick cock, pressing against the cloth of his pants and caressing it. This time Rose-Ann's hands moved with tantalizing gentleness, lightly touching the solid stalk in a stroking attempt to make it even harder.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" she sighed, her mouth still kissing his. And then their lips parted.
Ralph's mouth came forward, lips wide open, sucking in the snaking tongue she was offering him. The thrilling lingual probe performed all kinds of erotic little wriggles, teasing his palate and tantalizing his own tongue. Rose-Ann's tongue flickered here and there, licking wildly around, and then suddenly reaching for his throat. A moment later it was lighting against one of his teeth, or touching part of his gum. Her own lips were pressing his open one, doing a maddening performance of their own.
"Ohhhhhh Ralphie," she sighed as her tongue finally came out of his mouth, her fingers still gently pressuring his throbbing cock through his pants. "You really are good."
Not in the mood for conversation, Ralph tugged his wife back to him, and once again her lips parted, but this time her mouth took in the spearing length of his wriggling tongue. He sent it searing against the roof of her mouth, probing for her gullet. Deeper and deeper he sent his oral digit inside, straining until he felt it might be yanked out by its roots, making her strain her own jaws all the wider to accommodate him. As his tongue drilled in, her fingers manipulated with a greater, swifter need against his throbbing cock.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaasssse...." she gasped, when his tongue finally came out of her mouth, her voice meek and mild with submissive pleading. "Give me this wonderful cock. Please!"
She accented "cock" by squeezing his throbbing prong all the harder as she said the word. It made his pulsing shaft vibrate that much more. He replied by stabbing his tongue right back into her anxious mouth, letting it dance and shudder, building her desire to an even higher level. Soon, it would match his.
Lenore watched the way they kissed and wondered why her daddy never kissed her like that. Did he love her any less than mommy? Gee, it would be nice to be kissed that way. Her own tongue always felt so wet and slithery in her mouth. She knew tasting another slick tongue would be a lot of fun. But her daddy never gave her a chance, and she didn't have the nerve to approach anyone else and ask them.
She watched, continuing to tease her own clitoris as she saw her parents cling together in what seemed like an embrace that would never end. They seemed stapled together, their eager hands now wandering all over other parts of each other's body.
When they finally separated, her light eyes were filled with the gleam of heavy lust as her lips lovingly smiled at him. Without saying a word, he lightly held her shoulders and slowly lowered her to the bed. She let herself ease against the bedcovers without a word, her gleaming eyes held by the licentious flashes in his own brown orbs. She was smiling at him, her lips slightly parted, letting him see the flashing wetness of her pink tongue flitting behind the gleaming of her white teeth.
Starting at her waist, Ralph slowly moved his hands up the front of his wife's blouse, pausing for a short instant to gently compress the hidden breasts covered by the light cloth. He could see his fingers were making her smile even wider, letting him know he was pleasing her all the more.
"I love the touch of a man's hands on my body," she murmured. "Especially when that man is you."
"I dare any other man to even try," he answered, his fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse, starting at the throat and working down. One by one, he undid each of the buttons allowing a broad expanse of white, creamy flesh to be revealed, all the way down to her skintight slacks. Leaning over, he brought his face down to the inviting cleft between the hot flesh of the still-covered swells of her tits. His lips came down with sensual lightness, and he could sense the trembling delight now coursing through her, caused by his kiss.
Raising his body, so he now rested his knees on the bed near her supine body, he reached down and slipped his hand into the wide open front of her blouse directly above the swollen contour of her breasts. Rose-Ann's eyes swelled as her nostrils flared in anticipation of being touched by him. Her chest was rapidly moving up and down, awaiting the pressure of his hand.
His eyes returned to the wide expanse of flesh revealed by opening her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made things so much simpler. But then, she never needed a bra. Her tits always stood up so firmly, no one was ever able to guess whether or not they were supported. His fingers began tugging on the blouse, pulling it out of her slacks. His slowness seemed to tantalize her all the more as he tugged the opening wider, moving at a tortoise's pace. The flesh seemed to grow and grow as he pulled on the fabric of the blouse, tugging the opening all the wider. Now he could see the full, solid bulges of her breasts appear, as he unveiled the pink lightness of each aureole and the richer pinkness of each nipple. She trembled as he finished pulling the open blouse back on each side, leaving her boobs bare to his eyes in all their glorious nudity.
Lenore stared jealously at her mother's breasts.
Her own had not even started growing. And where her mother had pink nipples, she, Lenore, had tan nipples. That was irritating as all get-out. She wondered if her own breasts would ever grow. Heck! Marilyn, who lived next door to her was a half year younger than she, and Marilyn was wearing a full bra, already. It wasn't a training bra, but a really full one.
Lenore pressed her other hand against her flat chest and stared with envy at her mother's nakedness. She watched the shimmering swells of her mother's voluptuous breasts seemingly plead for Ralph Carter's affections. They sloped beautifully down to the valley of her flat stomach, which, in turn, led to the voluptuous swell of her hips. Rose-Ann's nostrils flared invitingly as her body felt caught by excited trembles.
Ralph's eyes were wide with hunger, running over the tempting, alluring curves of her lush torso. God! She was all woman, this one, not the least bit afraid to experiment, sexually. Fifteen years earlier when they'd first met on a teenage date, Ralph had known there would be something special about this female, at least as far as he was concerned. She'd had such a hunger to discover the meaning of life and sex, she had given herself to him on the first date. And yet she had been a virgin. He had been able to see that immediately. Had she not been so terrific in spite of it being her first time, Ralph would have walked away from her, then and there.
After all, in those days, according to the prevailing morality, a girl who gave herself to him so freely, would do the same thing with other boys. But Ralph didn't give her the chance to do it with other boys. He monopolized her time from then on, and once his job was secure enough, he hadn't even bothered proposing. One day he took her to the marriage license bureau, and they took out a license, and two days later they were married. And from then on, they lived a glorious life together, fucking as if each was the only other person left on earth.
Now his hands reached out and tenderly caressed the upthrust nipples seeming to stare at him. He massaged them with his palms, enjoying the pressure against his palms, feeling the way the hardened points seemed to slice into his flesh. And as his hands moved faster, increasing her blood circulation, he could feel the secure warmth emanating from the cups of her breasts. He pressed his hands flatly against them, pushing them into her body, watching them flatten, only to spring back when he suddenly pulled his hands off. He then repeated the movement, watching the way her flesh seemed to squeeze out between his fingers.
Her eyes were still held by his as her own hands reached up to once again cradle his face. Her fingers felt cool against his cheeks, lightly tingling his flesh as if showing the gratitude of her breasts for the attention of his hands. It was an attention he thoroughly enjoyed giving. In fact, it would have been difficult to snub them. His hands were now gliding over the smooth texture of her silken skin, fingers lightly dancing across the swollen globes. His touch was languid and gentle, and he was thrilled by the very enjoyment of her solidity. The touch of her warm breasts seemed to enhance the aching throb in his heavy balls. His palms seemed to rub in circular movements, sending static thrills through her nipples with each rotation. Her white breasts seemed to enlarge with her anxious nipples. At one point his hands touched the whiteness of her breastflesh without applying any pressure to either her nipples or her aureolae, and it made her nipples extend themselves as if reaching out and begging for the attention they so richly deserved. His palms caressed the undersides of the twin domes of flesh, making Rose-Ann mewl softly, thrilled by the titillating pressures of his handling of her. Her gasping was louder as her breasts bobbled all the more swiftly with the movement of her rapid breathing. Her nostrils moved in and out, constantly agitated by the way his fingers taunted her body.
His hands once again teased their way up the smooth, satin slopes of her tits, and this time he began rubbing the anxious nipples. His palms brushed over their agitated forms, watching as they turned from light pink to rich coral. The more he touched them, the more crimson they became. His touch made her tremble and sigh as her eyes shone brightly with wanton, licentious need. Again his fingers teased the nipples, tweaking them, pinching them, moving them as he lightly pulled on them, stretching them, then releasing them and only lightly touching them.
Abruptly, his hands stopped touching her breasts. She lay there, staring up at him, expecting him to continue, in an agony because he suddenly halted.
"Please...." she begged, her voice dry and almost croaking. "Please ... more ... more...."
Lenore stared, her own fingers trying to evoke some special feeling from her own, unmatured nipples. She had to admit the sensations caused by her fingers were nice, but they weren't so terrific as to make her mind almost blank out. She liked diddling her small clitoris so much more. But maybe her mother was sensitive there because her nipples were more highly developed. Time would eventually tell.
Catching up the rubber-like buds of her nipples between his fingers, Ralph squeezed them until they were almost white. When he finally released them, blood flowed rapidly back into them, turning them nearly red. Rose-Ann groaned under the wonderful pressure. Her eyes examined his face. She was confused as to what he wanted to do, and her body was filled with puzzling sensations of alternating pain and desire. Her breath had caught in her throat, and she didn't know when to release it. When she finally did, it sounded like the hiss from an automobile radiator cap.
Now his fingers began rubbing the darkened bullet-like extensions, wiggling them back and forth, enjoying the mad squirming of his wife, beneath him. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and the eyelids, laden with lascivious desire, seemed to slowly shut, and suddenly snap open again, and then once again close. She moaned and gasped with wonder as he turned the nutlike breast-buds into hardened blooms of burning anguish.
Satisfied her nipples were as fully aroused as possible, he concentrated on the rest of her swollen breasts. His hands began squeezing all the flesh at once, feeling the way the bouncy flesh seeped through his fingers and overflowed between them. Each little bit of pressure brought a definite sigh of approval from her. He squeezed hard, his fingers pressing into the malleable flesh. His hands molded the orbs again and again, thrilled by the pliable feel of them. Hard, yet soft, resilient, yet always returning to their original shape, the solid, round orbs were there to please him, to allow him to do as he wished, when he wished.
Lenore watched her father's fingers dig into the white breast flesh of her mother, and how she wished daddy would do that to her. Golly! Her mother had been feeling all these sensations all her married life, and maybe longer. It wasn't fair for her to totally monopolize daddy's attention so. She, Lenore, should be entitled to some of it as well. She could see the almost violent pressure her father was exerting on her mother's breasts. They burned with erotic fires because of what he was doing.
Ralph's eyes were aglow, watching what his hands were doing to his wife's luscious, fruitlike breasts. He could feel the flesh change shape and literally slip through his fingers, the white flesh dead-white for a moment, then burning and turning pink when he released it and blood flowed into it. And then his hands were touching another part of her breasts, doing things there, as well.
Cupping the two breasts in his hands, he pushed their global shapes upward toward her pretty face with its pixie-ish look. When he released them, he loved the way they seemed to roll back down, enjoying the way they appeared to resume their original place on her body. He continued pushing them in different directions, watching as they always returned.
His solid cock was shuddering with need for her. It had been hard enough when he'd first come home. But not it was as if it had been carved from granite. Staring at her lovely breasts did shuddering things to him.
And through all of this, Rose-Ann only moaned and sighed, never once protesting or arguing. She writhed, allowing her body to conform to whatever his hands wished, but not she felt it was time to use her own hands. This was a two-way proposition, and she knew Ralph enjoyed it so much more when she was active. Her palms, which had been resting against his face the entire time, moved up so her fingers could twine themselves in his hair, tugging his face toward hers. When he would have kissed her again, she shook her head, and said, her voice a dry rasp, "You like my nipples so much, kiss them, tongue them, lick them."
And his mouth opened and obediently closed around one of her nipples, biting, chewing, and sucking, while his tongue lovingly licked. His tongue moved in wild circles, licking at the elastic solidity of her nipple as his hands continued the constant squeezing of the otherwise-pliable hillock.
Rose-Ann's grasp tightened on her husband's head and she pulled him into the luxurious pillow of her bosom. His face moved between the two soft, warm cushions. His mouth opened all the wider, as if attempting to swallow in the entire breast at once. He sucked and lapped, building her anxious body to a higher pitch with his oral caresses.
When he had finished with one nipple, he turned to the other for a repeat performance, making her wriggle and squirm beneath him. Her back suddenly rose as if she hoped to jam more of her breast into the heated cave of his mouth. Her gasps were long with one following immediately after the other. And all the while her hand pressed on the back of his head, forcing his face all the harder against her body.
"More, more, MORE," she begged. "Oh please, PLEASE...."
"No," he suddenly snapped, pulling his face away and suddenly getting to his feet. "Not now, not at this moment. First undress!"
Rose-Ann was on her feet in an instant. Her fingers were already undoing her slacks, making them slide down over her hips as she slid out of her open blouse, as well. Her panties came off immediately after, but her husband insisted she put them back on. She obeyed him, because he always had a way of doing things a little differently, thereby making it all the more interesting.
Lenore continued staring, finding all this informative and enjoyable. She knew what her parents were doing was something she would someday enjoy, and she wanted to enjoy it all the right way. So she never thought to question what her parents did together, no matter how interesting it appeared.
Rose-Ann, her breasts solidly jiggling from side to side walked over to where her husband was standing, running into him full tilt, slamming her pillowy tits against his body, temporarily flattening them as their nipples rubbed and dug into his anxious flesh. Their arms encircled one another as their open mouths clashed like vibrant cymbals. Their tongues wildly fenced, each trying to gain an advantage over the other. This time, Ralph's hand slid down into his wife's parted thighs, cupping the pouting swell of her mons beneath her nylon panties. The nylon was soft and wispy, and he squeezed tightly, feeling the growing thickness of her pubic underbrush beneath the thin cloth. This made Rose-Ann groan and wiggle her body, pressing it against the pushing palm, letting him know she desired him as much as he did, her.
Ralph allowed his fingers to squeeze the swollen flesh and its hair-covering for a few moments. She responded with soft, sentient sighs as her tongue began whipping all the more madly through his mouth. But more important, he felt the wetness soaking her panties. And then his middle finger was sliding lower, searching for something he had only briefly seen. It was so enticing a part of her body, he had insisted she wear the panties to keep it covered just a little while longer.
Ah-hah! There it was, the deep, wet, hot well. He had to get into it. And the best way was to shove the crotch barrier of nylon to the side, his fingertip feeling the pelvic hair and the moisture making it sopping wet. Rose-Ann moaned some more, her body doing wild, rhythmic spins.
Tugging harder, he moved his finger under the crotchband, and he slowly pressed his fingertip into her juicing slot. Now he moved the finger forward and back, running it through her slavering slot repeatedly. And each time it moved to the top of the wet, hot, fleshy incision, he gently touched her clitoris.
The movement of his finger all but drove her up the wall. Her body squirmed against his as she rammed her tongue all the deeper into his mouth, trying to sink it into his throat and strangle him. Her breasts continued driving their nipples ever deeper into his chest, scratching his flesh with delicious thrills.
His fingers moved up and back, up and back, and each time they encountered the entrance to her womanly sanctuary, they pressed a little deeper. Her thighs seemed to open to his touch as if he'd pushed some kind of button, making them react accordingly. Her mouth suddenly tugged its way back from his as she began gasping, pulling in several long breaths. Her long, brown hair flew about in wild disarray as she squealed and sighed.
His middle finger moved itself more swiftly in circles around the rim of her sweet pussy as he worked another finger under the crotchband. The seam began giving way. The threads were unable to hold out against his fingering pressure.
Rose-Ann groaned as a second digit slid into the lubricious mouth of her tantalizing cunt. Her anxious body attempted to crawl all over his as he slammed the two-fingered attack into her burning pit of anguished passion. Her entire body was quaking, and she would have collapsed on the bed had his other arm not been tightly wrapped around her waist, supporting her.
Pools of lubricious oil now flooded from the tight hole into .which he was trying to force his fingers. She was getting wetter and more aroused with each passing moment, and soon she would be ready to be fucked. Her heated cunt tightened as his fingers attempted to push their way inside. Her pulsating cunt seemed to throb around the two fingers continually moving in and out of her. Her spongy walls sucked on the slithering, moving manual digits. And she continued gasping and sighing with wanton, thrilled, heated delight.
His mouth was no longer kissing hers, so he returned it to the swollen orb of her pouting right breast, feeling the way it trembled. He sucked the nipple, then licked it as he swallowed it and the aureole into his mouth. His teeth nipped and chomped on the elastic pellet while his tongue continued to whip its way across the sensitive tip again and again.
The combined pressure of his fingers and his mouth was more than Rose-Ann could take at any one time. She was a highly erotic woman, thanks to the way her husband had handled her all those years, and her climax was something she never had difficulty in attaining. Gasping, writhing, and squealing a long, "EEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIG GGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she felt one orgasm overcome another and yet another as they rocketed through her tremulous torso. She was a loose rag doll, shaking and shivering in her husband's arms as she gulped and opened her mouth wide to take tremendous bites of air.
Ralph held her tightly, letting her drift down to earth from the orgasmic paradise she had reached. From pinnacles of ecstasy she eased down to reality as she felt his fingers continue to gently move in her tight vagina. Her strong cunt muscles tightly contracted and all but crushed them, as if her sweet pussy was a fist intent on milking his fingers as if they were the bole of his throbbing prick.
Eventually she opened her mist-filled eyes and looked at him, whispering, "That was good. That was really good."
What could be so good about it? Lenore wondered, ramming her own fingers in and out of her tight, steaming little cunt. Heck! It felt nice to put her fingers inside, although she couldn't really fit them all the way in. She was too tight. And it felt nice when she massaged her fleshy clitoris. But she never could feel those overpowering sensations she saw shoot through her mother. Darn! She knew she was missing something, and she had to find out just what it was. Darn! Darn! Darn!
She watched as her father slid his oil-covered fingers from her mother's sopping trench. And even as he pulled his fingers out it was obvious Rose-Ann was feeling something every step of the way. Her body still seemed to spasm, feeling fading thrills shooting through it. She should have been sated. Any other woman might have been, but not Rose-Ann. She needed more.
He stripped, throwing his clothes off to the side. "Let me take off my panties now," she requested.
"No," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you with them on. I want the pressure of your crotchband against the side of my cock. I'm going to fuck you silly, you sweet bitch."
Rose-Ann trembled with shivering excitement, and her mouth leaped to his, covering his lips with a long, passionate kiss of wanton desire. Still locked in his embrace, she felt herself being lowered onto the bed in the classic position.
His hips moved between wide-open thighs, his pulsating whang stiff with anxiety. Her hand reached between them, her fingers anxiously grasping for the steel pole. The moment her fluttering fingers closed over his hard rod, he gasped. She had a fabulous way of touching his throbbing cock, stroking the stolid flesh-tube up and down, causing the stiff cylinder of his wantonness to twitch maddeningly.
Finally she took a firm grip on it and tugged him forward. She used the head of his pulsing prick to push aside her crotchband, and then guided it to the entrance of her anxious cunt. Letting her lead his shuddering pole through the forest of pubic fur, he felt the warm, wet moisture of her sticky cuntlips, and he slowly began moving his hard phallus into her. Little by little he entered her, thrilling to the tight way her elastic vaginal walls seemed to slide around his throbbing cock. The pressure of the panty band made it even more exciting as her quivering cuntlips sucked him in ever deeper. She spread her thighs all the wider now, aching to feel the entire length simply knife into her. But he refused to succumb to temptation. He fed it into the slurping vaginal maw a little at a time, making her bounce all the more in her eagerness for it. Finally, the entire throbbing length was buried inside the welcoming channel of her pulsing pussy.
She gasped, feeling the full length of the heavy wand totally fill her interior. The moist, sticky flow of her vaginal syrup surrounded the solid staff of his throbbing cock, washing and bathing it in its slavering heat. Her tight, cuntal walls tightly surrounded and almost crushed the impaling intruder. And the soft mattress of her wonderful body seemed to tremble all the more violently because of the pressure of his plunging dork. Soon she felt truly full as he was rammed into her to the root.
"Uuuunnnggghhhhhh!" she gasped, her voice almost evoking pity from their peeping thomasina of a daughter.
Poor mommy, Lenore thought. It seems to be good, yet she acts as if she's being hurt. I wonder what the truth of it is.
"Like it?" Ralph asked, grinding his throbbing prick in a circular movement.
"Ohhhhhh ... it feels so big ... so fantastically big...." she grunted. "It feels so much bigger than it ... uhhhhh ... looks."
Her aroused voice made Ralph's loins twitch and turn, wildly reacting to her pronouncement of his masculine prowess. He jammed his thick meat in even deeper, and this, in turn, caused her sucking vaginal folds to overlap all the more tightly on his inthrust staff.
"After all these years," he gasped, "that cunt of yours is still as tight as ever. God! Are you ever tight."
He tugged his throbbing shaft back once, then returned it to her pulsating depths, accustoming himself to the wonder of her marvelous cunt. He fucked her every day, at least once a day, and yet could never get used to the feeling of her tight quim. Each time he thrust into her, it was as if he was going in for the first time all over again. She never seemed to feel the same way twice. Now he eased in and out, in and out, fucking this same marvelous cunt with his cock. Christ! Hers was a truly wonderful pussy. With a cunt like this, it was no wonder he never cheated. He never had to.
Lenore stared, seeing him clearly, watching as his hard cock sank into her mother's tight cunt right up to the balls.
One day I'll be the one with a cock inside me, she thought.
She must have seen her parents do this at least five or six dozen times, and she never got tired of watching and wishing she was the woman under her daddy. She was big enough, now. True, her tits hadn't grown, but she was five feet two inches tall now, and her hairless cunt was wide enough to hold a thick cock. Maybe it wasn't quite big enough to hold something as thick as her father's, but it would certainly hold some other penis; one slightly thinner. And once she found herself able to hold that one, she'd be able to take her father's.
"Do it!" Rose-Ann was begging. "Fuck me with that big stick of yours."
The sound of her words had Ralph boiling in his own heat. The urge to slam into the depths of her clutching pouch of pussy and blast his seed into her like buckshot from a scattergun was very overpowering. His body trembled and shook as he fought back the desire to come this quickly. The both of them enjoyed it much more when he was able to control himself and his orgasm, at least for a little while. He wanted to come, but not just yet. He wanted his gonads screaming for relief before he finally erupted into her cunt.
"Fuck me you bastard," Rose-Ann was screaming at him, her head lolling from side to side on the pillow.
"Certainly, darling," he gasped, slamming his meaty dork all the way into her. "I intend dredging every last bit of quim juice out of your wet pussy. I'm going to screw you until you beg me to make you come. I'm going to fuck you until that juicy gash of yours is ready to bleed."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she burst out, her mouth jumping to his, kissing him ecstatically.
Tugging his loins back, he yanked his thick, thundering cock from the tight enclosure of her gripping center until only his pulsating tip remained within. The flowering lips of her sucking vagina held tightly to this last little bit of cock. And then, before she was quite ready for it, he slammed in. The boulder-like head of his thrusting penis charged into the hungry depths of her seething box as the walls of her sucking vagina seemed to flow around it. Large and bloated, his thick prick strained at her vaginal walls, stretching them. The tight surroundings of her cunt squeezed their welcoming pressure to the invading phallus. She moaped as his thickness once again filled the tight, narrow tube of her vaginal interior. Soft, yet overpowering, the quicksand-like depths of her sucking pussy swallowed up the length of hard cock knifing into her. Solid, and throbbing with masculine power, it stuffed itself into the crushing depths of her feminine womb.
She sighed with ecstasy each time he plummeted forward, and sighed with sorrow each time he retreated. Pulsating and swollen, his baton of delight powered into the tunnel of her love hole, then glided from the same interior, withdrawing a little at a time, almost killing her with making her need it. Little by little he entered, and when fully packed inside her, retreated precisely the same way. And each time he slowly tugged his masculine weapon from inside her steaming vaginal cell, her cock-starved pussy vainly attempted to tighten its hold on him.
"Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" she gasped, writhing madly under him, her body soaked with perspiration.
He maintained his slow, steady, rhythmic pumping into her, slamming his own pubis against her love mound, then reversing direction and carefully tugging himself out. Impaled on his long skewer, she twitched and jerked her hips, humping upward, trying to suck even more of the delightful masculinity into her body. Hell! She wanted his balls in there, as well. And each time he backed out, her vagina simply sucked all the harder, trying to hold him all the more deeply inside. Her cunt walls clung so tightly to him, they seemed to flower right out of her each time he pulled back, sucking and doing their best to prevent his retreat, loosening a little only when he finally nailed himself right back into her.
"Oooooooooh yessssssssssssssssss!!!" she gasped, her mouth twisted into a tortured grimace.
Slowly, very, very slowly, he shoved and pushed his thick whang into a tight crevice designed to custom-fit itself around his powering prod. Despite her constantly twitching and rotating pubis, he refused to surrender to the insistent urge within to speed up his thrusting attack. He worked her as he did himself, wanting her to slowly build to the next crisis, so when it hit, it would feel like the walls of Jericho tumbling down. The bubbling, burning sensations in his groin were more and more enhanced. He had her keeping pace with him now, and each time she tried speeding things up, his hammering hips would slow her down. Soon she was totally under his domination, as she always ended up. Her body was automatically responding to his wishes, matching her own needs to his.
Each time he moved in, she accepted his thrust, sighing with delight at the way he was piercing her. Her loins seemed to spin in the same slow-motion movement. The flooding heat of her soaking vagina seemed to ooze around him. And she eased her own hips back each time he retreated, still squeezing the throbbing piston as it withdrew with the powerful, sucking walls of her womanly sanctuary.
Now he began to increase his powering thrusts, speeding up the way he filled her tunnel, and her languishing sighs turned to thrilling gasps of delight. Her thighs locked tightly around his trembling body, and she squirmed deliciously beneath him, her soft body a bed of tenderness. The heavy globes of her small, but firm breasts rolled against his own bosom, their pillowy shapes slick with their own sweat as well as with his.
He retreated, then began easing back into the sucking cave of her womanly interior. His entire cock seemed inflamed, feeling every inch of her gripping elastic walls. The thrills blasting through her matched the vibrant electricity blistering its way through him.
His hands eased their way beneath the oval-cheeked curve of her buttocks. Once he had a firm grip on the twin gluteal shanks, he tugged upward. From this new angle of entry, he was able to penetrate even more deeply. Unintelligible noises seemed to eke their way out of her throat as she gasped in total rapture, a complete prisoner of his thrusting cock. Her own fingers tore their way across his back. She purposely kept her nails short because of this. Once, when they had first started making love, her nails had been long and she had shredded the flesh on his entire back, raking out the agonized thrills of her desperate pleasure.
Now his hips began increasing the way they stroked the thick cock into her. Like a piston packed into a custom-fitted valve he pumped into her again and again. Huge and hard, the power of his battering phallus continued to drive into her so hard, it was as if the sounds originated in her tight cunt and were literally forced up through her throat and out of her mouth. Her gasping urged him on to pump even more quickly.
The slap-slap-slap of their sweating bellies sounded almost like loud claps of thunder in the bedroom. Lenore, still watching the way her parents were going at it, rubbed her own clitoris even harder, but somehow or other didn't seem to succeed in getting anywhere. She knew it had nothing to do with her age. Experience! That was the whole thing in a nut shell. She needed experience, and she would either gain it from her daddy, or she would seek it elsewhere, and then come home and use what she had learned on her daddy.
Ralph slammed into his desperate wife with the need just as strong inside his own body. And then, all of a sudden, he purposely slowed the pace.
"Oh God!" she screamed. "Ralph, no, no, not now. Don't slow down now ... for the love of God!"
That sound was all he needed to urge him on to the finish. But Rose-Ann had something else in store, as well. Her fingers reached down for his balls, and found them, cupping the tight sac in her hands. And she slowly began to squeeze.
"Yaaarrrggghhh!" Ralph grunted, slamming his thick meat into his wife all the more quickly.
She squeezed some more, and burning sensations began running madly through his anxious groin, doing their utmost to destroy his final reserve of self-control. He felt her tingling fingertips press on his scrotum, making him bounce all the more wildly as he thrust his phallic prod into her all the more deeply. His hot cock was burning like a blistering firebrand as he pumped it in and out of her anxious belly. He was pumping even more quickly, shortening his stroke, desperation lending speed to his thrusts.
Yes, this was what Rose-Ann wanted. Hard and deep, with all the power he could muster as he plunged into her depths.
Pounding into her like a ram stabbing into a ewe, his thighs tremulously beating against her soft loins, he grunted with every forward stroke. His hard prick was like a white-hot poker. It moved back and forth with startling rapidity, slashing into the heated pool of her succulence. He gasped, running out of breath, now thrusting with some hidden desperation deep inside.
Rose-Ann felt thrilled beyond measure. Each time with Ralph was better than the time before, and this was the best time of all. This was precisely the way she wanted him pounding into her. Solid, and with strength, he sank his thrusting member into her juicy depths. She, herself, was gasping under the powering plunges, thrilling to the force with which he drove into her, feeling like some helpless maiden being ravished and raped, and loving every second of it.
His hands, still holding her asscheeks, lifted them higher, and he sank his drill ever deeper into the shaft of her womanly well. Her fingers squeezed his hot balls just the littlest bit more, urging him not to flag at this crucial point, insisting he send his maddening flail into the deepest recesses of her body.
More and more solidly he pounded his pulsing meat into her draining bog. His thrusting pole sank ever deeper. The thick meat of his swollen dork filled her with more and more of himself. His loins thrust back and forth with greater speed and effort.
Rose-Ann's hips matched the lunges of his thews, following the rhythm he'd set and keeping perfect time with it. She shuddered as he whipped her body into a frenzy, bringing her closer and closer to the apex of ultimate pleasure. She felt herself being lifted higher into the stratosphere, now rocketing into the ionosphere, heading for outer space. Her tight, slender thighs felt throbbing twitches inside them, ready to explode with the inner force building in her body. Her entire self was a single, exposed nerve, raw and tingling. And then it hit.
"YAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her fingers now put greater pressure than ever on his balls. She screamed in a loud, long, high-pitched wail.
Lenore, still watching, remembered how she used to hear that same scream and wonder if her father was beating her mother. Now, as she gazed, her working fingers unable to bring her the pleasure she, herself was seeking, she wished her father would "beat" her the way he was "beating" her mother."
"HAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Ralph bellowed and gasped, his yell barely audible beyond the reaches of the bedroom as he came in great gushers, blasting jet after jet into his wife's pulsating vagina. He poured the throbbing, itching, aching pressure out of himself, dumping it into her body. His loins stabbed all the way into her, driving the twitching, shuddering length of cock into the trembling recesses of her aching womb. His throbbing penis spurt again and again, and his entire body shook with overpowering violence each time he spurted into her. What seemed like pints of cream came tumbling from his shivering balls, filling her anxious depths.
Even as her husband continued shooting into her, Rose-Ann sank back into the softness of the bed, at the apex of her climactic pleasure, now slowly drifting down. It was wonderful.
And .Lenore watched, hungry, envious, itching all over within. One day in the not too distant future, her turn would come.
CHAPTER TWO
At the age of twelve, Lenore Carter had the misfortune not to care about records, singing idols, dolls, hopscotch, or other girls her own age. Her face was absolutely stunning, first starting to mature, and making boys, youths, young adult males, and middle-aged men stare openly at her. Older men also stared, but more discreetly. Her buttocks were beginning to round out nicely, as were her hips, and her waist was first beginning to pinch in, a little. True, she had no breasts, yet, but considering the nice solid pair attached to her mother, it was assumed by everyone who stared that Lenore would shortly develop a set of knockers to equal the rest of her body.
Because she hung around with girls three years older than herself, Lenore had matured a bit more rapidly, mentally, than most girls her age. Having seen her parents in action for a long time, she knew more about sex than most of the older girls, all of whom were old enough to talk about it, but almost none of whom had enjoyed any experiences beyond light petting. The older girls let her stay because she was able to graphically describe sexual experiences she had witnessed. She had enough sense not to tell them it was her parents she had seen, and the other girls presumed she was spying on any of a half dozen newlywed couples who had recently moved into the neighborhood.
And because she had seen so much coitus, Lenore longed to indulge, but she couldn't admit it to the older girls. These girls had a bad habit of talking to their boy friends, any one of whom would have been more than happy to relieve Lenore of the burden of her hymen.
Rose-Ann kept all kinds of books handy on the subject of fucking, and when both, she and her husband were out of the house, Lenore would read them at her leisure. Having done so, she knew the loss of her virginity would entail some small amount of pain. She was in no mood to surrender it to some fumbling teenage boy, who might hurt her beyond repair.
She wanted her daddy to relieve her of her hymen, but she realized this was a near impossibility. Not that her father was a saint. Sooner or later, given enough time, she knew she would be able to get him in bed, even if he would feel guilty about it the first few times. But her father was still a little too large and a lot too thick for her. She needed a thin penis the first time, if only to keep the pain caused by stretching her vaginal walls to a minimum. Once her hymen was gone, and her cunt became used to being stretched by a cock, she could graduate to daddy. Still, she could think of no other male adult whom she could approach without fear of his telling her father.
Things appeared to be at an impasse. And they would have remained there had it not been for Bob Dithers. Dithers was an ex-marine in the floor and linoleum business. At thirty four, he was a year older than Lenore's father. He lived next door to the Carters, and was an ostensibly happily married man, with two sons. He had watched Lenore from the time she was eight, and he knew she was going to grow up into something really special. And even though he wasn't consciously aware of it, he ached to fuck the little girl.
Bob was what Lenore would have described as rough-looking. He was muscular, all over, but hard work was beginning to take its toll on him. His own hairline was also starting to recede, and what hair he did have was turning prematurely grey. It seemed to stand out above his ears, almost like wings.
Lenore had considered Bob a possible candidate for her dehymenization at one time, but she was too afraid he might refuse, then tell her father what she had said to him. Besides, she figured a man with his rugged build probably had a stiff cock both longer and thicker than her father's.
The day following the evening she'd witnessed the last foray between her parents, Saturday, Lenore decided she would go to the nearby neighborhood theatre and sneak in. They had two R-rated movies playing, but both had originally been X-rated and subsequently re-rated when the really hard core movies began coming out. She knew of a side door in the balcony that was unlocked. Luckily the ushers almost never went up into the balcony, and she could open the door, slip in, and close it before anyone was aware of what had happened. The catch was slightly defective, and even if there were no handles on the outside of the door, she could pry it open.
Wearing a plain white blouse and a yellow skirt with a pair of equally yellow bikini panties on underneath, she walked to Main Street, in the center of town, and headed for the theatre. The rear of the theatre looked out over a parking lot used by shoppers going to the nearby supermarket.
Hurrying up the fire escape stairs, Lenore found the door for which she was looking. With a flat stick she had brought, she wedged the door open, slipped into the theatre, and instantly shut it.
The projection booth was located just below her, and the projectionist wouldn't have been able to see her even if he'd been watching, which he wasn't. On Saturday afternoons the balcony was closed off, except for a small section for smokers. And the smoking section was almost empty. Bob Dithers was the only one there. He worked hard Monday through Friday, and his wife had him doing all kinds of work around the house and garden on Sunday. Saturday was the one day he could relax and do whatever he pleased. And the movies was the one place where he could take it easy. He always sneaked in a quart of beer to enjoy while smoking in the loge. He had a tremendous capacity for the amber liquid, and it took nearly three quarts to make him a little high. One quart wouldn't affect him at all. If only they made a beer which didn't stay on a man's breath.
He was completely relaxed, enjoying the soft-core attempts at sex, yet feeling himself somewhat aroused at the sight of naked breasts and hair-covered pelvises. The combination of beer and tobacco acted almost like a narcotic, and the sights on the screen were more arousing than he'd thought they be.
I must be getting old, he thought, shifting in his seat, scratching at the blue pants covering his crotch, and opening his green shirt at the throat. Who'd have thought shit like this would ever affect me?
Yet it did affect him, and when he saw the side door quickly open and close, he spotted the lone figure sneaking into the balcony. He decided he would have to remember that defective door, in case he felt like sneaking in, someday. As the figure moved closer to him, he realized it was a young girl, and he wondered what kind of hot pants the kid had at her tender age to want to see stuff like this. She came even closer, and he recognized Lenore Carter.
Hey, hey, hey, he thought to himself. This kid is hot stuff.
His subconscious went to work then, and he fantasized seeing the young girl in the same positions as some of the women on the screen. And in his fantasies, he pictured himself as the man doing things to her.
Putting down the beer, he got up, walked over to where she was sitting, and took the seat next to hers.
"Hi, kid," he whispered, watching how quickly her hand came out from under her skirt.
"Mr. Dithers," the girl said, astonished to see him.
"Bob," he told her in a quiet voice. "Just call me Bob. Hey, I see you like to see these things, too."
"Sure," she told him, "but everyone here thinks I'm too young."
"Everyone here? You and I are the only ones here."
"You know what I mean. I mean everyone here in this town."
"So you're hung up on this kind of stuff, huh?"
"Well gee, what's wrong with that?"
What's wrong with that? The mere sound of her saying the words made Bob's head spin. Hell! There sure as shit wasn't a damn thing wrong with that. The question right now was, just what did she think was wrong? How far was she willing to go?
Christ! His wife had been busy with her own social crap and hadn't been giving him anything for awhile. Even when he'd been getting everything he could from his wife, he had subconsciously hungered after this young twat. Now that he was cunt-starved, and she was here, so readily available, he'd have been some kind of dumb prick to let her go. God! Imagine being able to get into something as nice and young and juicy as this chick.
"Ain't nothing wrong with being hung up on something like this," he told her. "But just how far does your hang-up go?"
"Huh?" she asked, herself starting to feel warm.
'I mean, where does this hang-up of yours end?"
"Well gee, I've never done anything wrong," she insisted, her own pussy suddenly starting to get juicy. This was the first time she had ever talked so intimately with a male.
"D'you really think doing something like what we're looking at on the screen is wrong?"
"Well ... I mean ... everyone says it's ... "
"Forget about what everyone says. Tell me what you think," Bob whispered, his beer breath acting like an aphrodisiac to her.
"Well, gee," she said, whispering, turning to face him. "I think what's all right for you grownups should be all right for us kids. I mean, it isn't as if we'd be mutilating ourselves or hurting ourselves in any way. It's something very natural."
"Well, kid, I happen to agree with you," Bob told her.
"You do?" she asked, surprised.
"Sure. Fucking is the most natural thing in the world. There are a lot of old creeps who made laws a long time ago, and the laws have never been changed. But if it were up to me, I'd tell you to go fuck your pretty head off."
"But it isn't up to you," Lenore told him. "You have nothing to say about it. So I guess all I can do is watch."
"It's up to you, kid."
"You mean I can do more than watch?"
"Sure. You can get fucked, but good."
"Sure. You can get fucked, but good."
"But how?"
"The usual way."
"With whom?" she asked.
"Anybody you'd like," he insisted. "Just make sure the guy's got enough brains to keep his goddamn mouth shut."
"But who'd want to do anything with a girl as young as I am?"
"Are you kidding?" Bob asked. "Thousands of guys'd give a lot to crawl into someone as terrific as you."
"You're just saying that," Lenore told him. "It really isn't true. I mean, would a man like you really want to have anything to do with someone like me?"
"You bet your ass," Bob nodded. "You're prime stuff.
"Please don't just tease me, Mr. Dithers."
"Bob," he insisted. "My name's Bob. Honey, I'll prove it to you here and now. Just give me the word."
Lenore felt her heart jump. An adult man, and a rugged one at that, was telling her he was willing to fuck her. But God! He might have a thicker cock than her dad's, and it might hurt. Golly! Next to her dad she couldn't think of anyone she might like more than Mr. Di ... Bob.
"Are you saying you'd fuck me?" she asked, her large, innocent brown eyes staring into his bloodshot orbs.
Golly! A real cock. A man's penis, and not just something imaginary. The real thing and not a candle or a finger or something else she thought she might have to use. She could feel the wetness in her vagina increasing. Golly! The idea of a man fucking her had seemed so remote, now that the possibility existed, she didn't know what to say.
"Where?" she finally asked, when he'd nodded affirmatively to her previous question.
"Here," he told her. "Now. The floor up at the top is carpeted. No one else is going to come in here. Even if they do, up there, behind all the seats, no one'll see us. The ushers never come up here. We can really ball it up."
"Gee," she told him. "I had kind of thought my first time would be in a bed."
"Look, kid," he told her. "The first time it's gonna hurt a little. You're gonna bleed a little. Why bleed all over nice clean sheets, where it'll show? Up there, the carpet is red. So if you bleed on it a little, it'll never show once it's dry. Take my word for it."
"Well golly," Lenore whispered, "I don't want pain and nothing else. I want pleasure, too. I mean, I'm not just in this to get rid of my cherry."
"You just leave it to ol' Bob," he assured her, taking her by the elbow and leading her up the steps to the top of the balcony.
Looking down over the seats, she saw there was no one else in the balcony or loge, and what Bob had said was true. Once they were lying on the carpeted floor, even if someone did come in, they would never be seen unless the person came right to the top where they were, and looked over the backs of the top seats.
She turned to look at Bob. His bloodshot eyes were wild, and she could see he really wanted her. It had never occurred to her that she, a girl only twelve years old, could turn on a man so mature.
"If you hurt me too much, I might scream," she whispered.
"With all the phony yelling going on in the movie, d'you think anyone'd notice? Believe me, it ain't gonna hurt that much, kid. And you're gonna love most of it."
His arms were already around her waist, and Lenore felt herself burning up all over. She was a little frightened, but it was fear of the unknown, and not fear of Bob.
"You are the most gorgeous thing I've seen in a long time," he whispered. "I've been dying to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you. But I figured a kid like you wouldn't know anything about what was going on in my head. Was I ever wrong."
He pulled her closer and let his beery breath wander all over her cheek. The fluttering of his breath made her shiver with delightful anticipation.
Gee, she thought to herself, It's really going to happen. Gee!
She felt his hands wandering over her flat breasts, and it made her all the more aroused. Even through the blouse there was something about his hands she could never feel when touching herself with her own hands. Oooooh, it really felt good. And she could feel his muscles. To think, a handsome, well-almost handsome-man like this wanted her, a young girl. Gee! It made her head swim.
His arms were already around her, and his mouth clamped down on hers, and for the first time in her life, Lenore felt she was being kissed the way she wanted to be kissed. His lips masched themselves against hers, and she could taste the recent flavor of beer on his tongue as he licked her lips with it. His hand was already unbuttoning her blouse, tugging it out from inside her skirt. His hand slid under the blouse and pressed against the warm flesh of her body. She wore no bra because there was no reason to wear one, and so his hand flatly rubbed against the sleeping buds of her youthful nipples. His fingers were making them grow, and he was pinching them. But the pinching didn't hurt. It felt good.
Taking her lips from Bob's, Lenore said, "Oh gosh, I knew it'd be good, but I never thought it'd be this good."
"And it gets better," he assured her, his moving fingers making her writhe as she stood against him.
His mouth was kissing hers again, his tongue stabbing between her lips as his hands undid the catch holding her skirt. When he finally pulled his lips away again, he whispered, "You have a nice young body, Lenore. I'm going to kiss it all over. I'm going to pay some special attention to those sleeping nipples of yours. It's time to wake them up. Then to get you really hot and bothered, I'm going to put my tongue in that nice, girlish crack between your thighs and lick it."
"Honest?"
"God's truth," he assured her. "Oh I'd really love that."
She had seen her parents in that position often enough, with her father lapping her mother's box. Yes, she would love to feel a tongue in her own vagina and find out just how good it might feel.
"And then, after you've come at least once, and believe me, when I eat you, you'll come, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you good, so this'll be something really worth remembering. In years to come, you'll never forget the guy who started you off."
"No matter how this ends, it'll be something I'll never forget," Lenore murmured, shivering. "Wow, I never thought I'd be letting some man put his penis into me today."
"You'll be doing more than letting me, sweetie," Bob assured her. "You'll be fitting it in yourself. Wait and see."
Together they lay down on the carpeting. It had been shampooed the previous night, and smelled clean. Now Lenore was able to see no one would be able to find them unless they knew specifically where to look. Up in the balcony, at the rear, there were dim lights along the walls, and she was able to get a good look at Bob. He was almost drooling as he opened her blouse the rest of the way, exposing her chest and staring at her breastless nipples. His tongue was almost hanging out.
Lowering his head, he began licking her brad-shaped nipples, first the left, then the right. His tongue was gently and teasing, and it made Lenore wriggle. Oh golly! It was really good. It felt so much better than when she rubbed them with her own hand. His pursed lips began attempting to compress themselves around her nipple, trying to elongate it enough for his lips to apply pressure. But her body was not that far along. The best he could do was lick them to make her feel something.
One hand lightly caressed the nape of her neck, while the other hand rubbed her slightly rounded belly. For some reason, when she stood up straight, it appeared flat. But when she lay down, it looked like a very shallow bowl. And she was enjoying everything considerably more than even she believed she would. His mouth was coarse, yet gentle. And he sure had plenty of experience, applying his tongue first to one nipple, then the other, making the brown buds dance even if they couldn't enlarge. Her wriggling movements let him know her torso was really enjoying what he was doing, though her whispered sighs would have confirmed it, anyway.
She writhed and twisted, her own arms tightly wound around his head, pulling his face tightly against her body. He really knew how to make a girl feel good. In the back of her mind was the continual nagging fear of discovery, but the odds made it worth the risk, especially for the pleasure she was first beginning to understand. Her breath was coming in short, gasping pants, and she hugged his head all the tighter. He was some terrific guy, all right.
She felt the hand rubbing her belly start smoothing its way lower. At first, she was a little nervous. But for her own fingers, no one had ever touched her there. It was her own private temple, and now it was about to be invaded by masculine fingers. But then her mind wandered back to the previous day, recalling how she had hungered for fingers other than her own to delve into her feminine nave as she watched her father bring her mother to a wonderful conclusion with his hand. So her pressed-together thighs slowly parted. His rough hand was moving up the soft velvet of her inner thighs as his tongue continued licking her tiny, seed-like nipples. He was sucking noisily, and had anyone been sitting within three rows of where they lay, he would have been heard.
Her mind now shifted, concentrating on the way his hand was moving along her soft inner thigh, heading slowly but certainly toward the juncture between her anxious loins. The slippery lubriciousness dripping from her unopened, untouched feminine maw had already made the crotch of her panties a sodden discomfort, and even more was now seeping out, running down her asscheeks and thighs, touching the carpeting under her.
The carpeting wasn't too thick, but it did keep her body from having to feel the cold of the otherwise stone floor. It kept her from becoming too uncomfortable. Her anxious sensations were increasing with each passing moment. She was finally going to get a man's cock inside her creaming vagina. Well heck, she felt good knowing it was a man who really knew something about this. He would be as gentle as possible when the time came, making it that much earlier for her. She was going to discover all the wonderful sensations her mother always seemed to enjoy so much. What she knew her father would never have done, this terrific next-door-neighbor was finally going to do, making her feel like an adult female instead of some little kid who should be spanked for having naughty thoughts. He was going to fill her small, narrow vagina with his thick hardness and really make her feel good. He hadn't tried hiding the truth from her. He'd told her it would hurt. But after the pain, more pleasure would come. And he said it as if he knew what would happen.
She continued rolling around on the floor, enjoying the way his lips worked at her nipples. More and more fire was building inside her, making her internally blister with the burning anguish.
Now she felt the flat of his hand press against her panty-covered pussy, just as her daddy's had rubbed against her mommy's. And the pressure was something she'd never thought could be so fabulous. It made her young body squirm and writhe as his fingers moved higher and grabbed the waistband. Little by little he began pulling, yanking the panties down until he'd slid them over her ankles, and off. At one point she had to raise her body to help him, and she did so more than willingly. Aside from looking forward to all the good things she was about to feel, she wanted to make sure he didn't rip it.
He kept his hand pressed flatly against her sopping, hairless vagina as his other hand undid his own belt. She felt a tingle of anticipation. She was going to finally see his throbbing cock. His flat hand continued rubbing against her bare, pouting labia, making her chill with desire. Ooooooh golly, it felt so fab. It was wonderful and delightful.
He was working his pants and underwear off at once, pulling the legs over his shoes. And then everything was off, and she looked down. He was hard, all right. He was also long, longer than her daddy. But he wasn't quite as thick. That made her feel a little better. He wouldn't be stretching her interior quite as much as she'd feared.
He half-rolled onto her, pushing a knee between her thighs, keeping the soft, satin pillars apart as his fingers began lightly caressing her delicate labia. She felt him tease the swollen, outer lips, touching them with a light caress before using the tip of his middle finger to work the puffy labia apart and reach into the inner lips. His touch was surprisingly light and certain, moving up and down in the pink, wet groove, making her wriggle a bit as she felt the tender pressure. Then the finger moved up and touched her clitoris, titillating the pink pearl of thrilling sensation wherein she seemed to feel all her delicate nerves suddenly mass.
Her mind now shut out all thought of right and wrong as her parents and teachers had taught it to her. Right, from now on, was anything that felt, tasted, smelled, sounded, or looked good, provided it didn't bring harm to anyone else. Everything else was wrong.
Sighing, she stretched her body out, relaxing her muscles, willing to accept whatever minor pain she might feel if only to bring about that much more enjoyment. Her thighs opened all the more, allowing his fingers to try probing deeper, concentrating on enjoying it all. His fingers were thick, and not even one would be able to easily penetrate her. Imagine how much more difficult it would be with his throbbing cock, which was so much thicker than either of his fingers. But something had to find its way inside her, and soon. She remembered the ecstatic joy on her mother's face each time her father penetrated her tight vagina. Yes, she remembered hearing her father say something about the tightness of her mother's sopping pussy, after all these years. Well, if her daddy could penetrate her mother's vagina, tight though it was, Lenore could see no reason why her own cunt shouldn't be penetrated without too much difficulty.
His finger moved up and down just inside her outer labia, touching her inner pussylips and tickling her clitoris again and again. She wished he would push it into her. The widening of her delicate vagina would have to be done a little at a time in order to prevent any real pain from being felt. And as long as he had his finger there, it might be a good idea for him to probe into her, just a little, widening her vaginal canal to make his hard, throbbing cock fit in all the better.
Remembering her mother's face each time the latter came, and recalling how much her mother enjoyed feeling the hot, sticky spray shooting from her father's cock, she was looking forward to feeling the heavy spurts of jism flush her hot cunt. Lord! The mere idea of feeling his throbbing pole stuff her vaginal causeway excited her all the more, and she began lubricating all the more heavily. She wanted him all the way in, so his balls would bang against her asscheeks the way she saw her daddy's testicles slap against her mother's buns. She wondered if he would be able to fit all the way in. He was really long, and she was such a tiny girl. She kept conjuring up memories of her mother's squishy cunt being stuffed with her daddy's masculine sausage, and the wonderful faces of ecstasy made by her mother. Well now it was her turn to discover just why her mommy made all those wry moves.
The time was now. Her arms were all but crushing his skull and when he finally managed to raise his face, Lenore began kissing his rugged, masculine face. It was as if she had become enchanted by him. Even though she had been totally committed to the loss of her virginity before meeting Bob Dithers in the theatre, the fact was now about to be accomplished. No more wishing, no more dreaming, no more wanting. This was it. This wonderful man, this neighbor she had known for four years, was doing her the biggest favor in the world. He was getting rid of her hymen, and he seemed committed to making her enjoy every moment of it.
She could feel his thick cock swinging between her thighs, first touching one thigh, then the other. Sticky fluid seemed to drip from his throbbing penis and adhere to her thighs. Each time the blunt-nosed glans touched her, she trembled with wonder, expecting the dripping fluid from it to burn right through her flesh.
"Yes," she whispered, urging him on. "Fuck me with that wonderful stick of yours. Bury it as far into me as it'll go."
"All in due time," he assured her in a low voice. "I'll shove this thing so far up inside you, you'll be tasting it in your mouth."
"Are you sure it'll all fit inside me?" she asked.
"We'll make it fit," he assured her. "All of it."
"Good! Put it in."
"Not quite yet," he said, quietly. "I promised you a cuntlapping, and you're going to get a cuntlapping. I think my tongue is just the right thing to open you up a little, before I start jamming my cock in there."
His tongue! Yes, that would be even more thrilling than his fingers. My, but he really knew what to do to make a girl want him.
She could feel heat almost burning her thigh as his cockpoint pressed into it, moving lower, away from her dripping pussy as his lips came down to kiss her ribcage. From there, his tongue licked a path down to her belly, stopping only to tickle her navel. And tickle it his tongue did, making her writhe all the more as it licked into it.
Oh yes, yes, she thought. Open my pussy with that wonderful slithery tongue.
His tongue had tasted so good in her mouth. The slick digit was every bit as delightful as she had imagined it would be. Now it was squirmingly working its way down her body, already poised against her hairless pubis. Now it washed her pelvis repeatedly, licking from side to side, swathing it again and again, forcing her to part her limber thighs even more. Then his tongue trailed straight down, heading for the top of the pink slit leading into her bubbling pussy.
As far as Bob was concerned, there was no reason to speed things up. They had the entire afternoon together in the movie, and could enjoy doing everything a little at a time. And should the interest on the part of either one start to flag for awhile, merely looking at either of the two pictures would arouse them all over again. He was going to slowly draw his tongue through her sweet, syrupy center. Already the rich, aromatic scent of her girlish pussy had him slavering with anticipation. He was starved to taste her. This was his own delightful little toy, to fully enjoy. Christ! This was fabulous, especially after having gotten nothing from his wife for so long. Shit! His erection felt so solid he thought he would drill straight through the concrete floor.
Her tender, white thighs were widely spread, offering the full, swollen enchantment of her tender box to his hungry mouth. His palms were now under her ass, just as her father's hands had cupped her mother's asscheeks. This gave him more of her beautiful cunt to taste. Her sweet pussy was the temple of delight wherein his worshiping tongue would probe to pay homage.
Lenore almost beat her head against the carpet, nearly screaming when she felt the wiggly, slurping, almost chilling oral probe gently ease between her outer vaginal flaps. His lips attempted to change their shape in order to mold themselves to the labia, as his tongue lanced all the way into the depths of her hot, vibrating kiln of passion. Now her pussy fluid was flowing even more freely, as if from a geyser, and he was drinking it all down his throat. The tongue was lapping in and out of her thrilled nest, making her squirm even more.
Lenore realized there was no way imagination could ever let her feel what was really going on in the human body when a tongue filled a cunt. She was wildly bouncing her ass, gasping and churning, spinning out of control, keeping an insane pace because of the way his tongue was lancing into her. And then she felt the tip of his tongue lick even lower, lapping at the star of her anal entryway, and she jammed a fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying out. And people passed laws prohibiting things like this? These people had to be crazy.
His tongue probed into her rectal hole for a moment, making her writhe, then it licked its way back up to her bubbling pussy, lapping through the heated, shuddering oven within, touching the walls wherein countless nerve-endings sensitively responded to each touch of the tongue. She trembled so, she thought the movie was playing their two features in sensurround.
Lenore's hands reached down and gripped the two outcroppings of hair on Bob's head. Her fingers twisted themselves in the hair, and she actually pulled tufts of it loose.
Her head slammed from one side to the other in violent rapture as she gasped out her enjoyment of what was happening. His mad tongue, rubbing against her clitoris, created new, thrilling, throbbing sensations designed to drive her totally insane. The semi-darkness spun around her and her mind was no longer able to concentrate on anything. She could feel something very funny going on inside her. There was a rising tide of sensation the like of which she had never before experienced. It was going to totally overwhelm her. Raw delight surged through her, and then it was there. Her mouth opened to scream, and Bob's hand suddenly clamped down on it, so all she could do was yell, "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFF!" as his tongue slavered through her creaming center and his head bobbed up and down with the throbbing pulsations shooting through her electrified cunt.
Bob raised his face at that point, allowing the girl to reach the peak of her crisis by herself, and then she slowly began settling down. His hand came off her mouth, and he heard the multitude of sighing thrills blistering through her.
Now Bob began crawling up on her, letting his fingers press against her small nipples, ramming her spine into the carpet. His lips tasted her nipples once more, letting her realize how oversensitive she was there at the moment as he wildly licked and lapped, first one, then the other. His tongue rubbed strongly against each of them, and they vellicated as if each wanted to stretch and elongate. Then he was kissing her throat, almost making her choke with the pressure of his lips there. Her mouth was wide open, gasping her enjoyment of it all, and then his tongue was sinking into her throat, making her begin a new set of building thrills even before the old ones had died. He sucked her tongue into his own mouth, biting it, chewing on it, even swallowing her girlish lips as his open mouth seemed to cover all of her face. Now she could feel his rigid phallus rubbing against the top of her thigh, wet with its own seepage. Golly! Her cunt felt burning and aching, as if it were on fire because of his tongue. It had been satisfied, but the satisfaction had not been enough. It needed more, more, more.
"Please," she whispered into his ear as he kissed her throat again. "Please Bob, it was good, but it's not enough. I need more. Please, please, please. Fuck me! Hurt me! Do what has to be done. Do it now!"
"Sure thing, pretty girl," he said, smiling into her face.
God! How many times in a man's life did he luck into something like this? She was one hot little bitch, and his tonguing had apparently only primed her for his hard cock. Well, she was sure as hell going to get it, no matter how much pain accompanied it.
"Raise that little ass a bit higher," he told her, "then reach between us and grab my cock, so you can place it right up against your labia."
Lenore was more than anxious to obey. There was no way she intended remaining a passive participant in all this. So she reached down and got a good grip on his throbbing cock, feeling it in her hand for the very first time. Golly! It even felt different. It was solid, all right, but the outer layer of flesh was soft. And even if it wasn't quite as thick as her daddy's, it certainly felt thick enough now that she had hold of it. And from the way it trembled and shivered in her hand, she could tell how eager it was to find its way inside her. It was almost as anxious as she was to have it buried inside. God! God! She wanted to feel it. She wanted to know just how good it was to have a man's throbbing meat stuffed all the way up in there. She wanted to know how a pulsing penis in her vagina could make her feel any better than Bob's tongue had made her feel. And when it was all over and done with, would she finally feel sated, or would she feel the need for more?
Now, now! It was going to happen now. She was going to be delightfully, deliciously, deliriously fucked.
The wedge-shaped head pressed into the tight crack between her seething labia. The mere pressure of the thick dome against the tender lips of her burning vagina made her mewl with anxiety. She brought it closer and closer, frightened to release it for fear it might retreat instead of go forward. It eased forward just a bit more, and began forcing the fleshy gates of her womanly vessel to separate. God! It was about to go in. Ooooooooohhhhhh!
She felt the mottled head slither to the top of her wet crack, and then it slipped down, resting against her tight inner lips, nosing around, seeking the shuddering hole into which it hoped to be buried. As the knobby point tried pressing deeper, Lenore's fingers slid along the length of the slender cock to its hair-encircled base, tightly holding onto it. She held it so tightly, she even pulled some of the hairs loose. Bob was so enthralled at the prospect of entering her, he never noticed. Her fingers caressed his scrotum, mentally comparing it to the size of her father's. True, she had never handled her father's, and she was judging the feel of one sac against the sight of the other, but she was almost positive her father's balls were heavier and dangled lower. At that moment she didn't particularly care whose balls were bigger. What she really wanted was the weighty sperm ejected by those balls, through the penis, into her virginal grotto. And she would have that hot, sticky liquid, even if it meant squeezing his nuts and milking them out. The white, spurting fluid would shortly leave his body and be transferred into hers, and she was curious whether or not the pressure of the gummy liquid being hosed into her interior would create a whole new set of sensations within. True, the fluid was meant to deposit millions of tiny sperm cells into her where they might mingle with one of her ova, but her periods had not yet begun, and unless the first of the many minute eggs was hiding in her fallopian tubes, she should be reasonably safe.
"My God!!!" Bob silently murmured as her hand balanced his tender testicles. "That feels fabulous. Hell! You not only look terrific, but know how to make a man really feel good. If the rest of the world could see me now, I'd be the envy of every man alive. If you fuck as good as you taste, you'll be the most terrific female alive."
"I love the feel of your cock, rubbing up and down inside my outer pussylips," she gasped. "I can't wait to feel it inside me."
"Jesus! It's like moving into a velvet oven," he muttered, tentatively pushing into her.
His slender prod moved a bit deeper, stretching the entrance to Lenore's tight, girlish cave for the very first time. The heavy cap was more solid than his tongue, and she suddenly realized there was more than mild discomfort as her vaginal walls were strongly being separated and widened. And yet, the pressure of his probing glans moving against her squeezing vaginal walls also created a wild thrill she'd never felt before. The wonderful sensations she'd felt charging through her clitoris when his tongue had lapped at it were now rummaging through the very nerve-endings inside her cunt walls.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh...." she gasped almost breathlessly. "It feels so ... uhhhhhh ... gooooooooooood ... and yet ... it hurrrrrrts...."
"It'll only be for a short time," Bob hastily assured her in a low voice, ready to clap his hand over her mouth again, should she be ready to shout. "I'm gonna push it a little deeper."
She nodded, holding her breath, waiting for him to continue, and then she felt him push forward a bit more, feeding more length into her hot, squeezing chalice. Her soft membranes seemed to thoroughly surround whatever part of him was inside her, tightly clutching him, becoming adhesively part of him.
The mixture of pain caused by the stretching of her tunnel walls, and the sensational pleasures created by the rubbing of his penile tip against the sensitive nerve-endings embedded in those walls, made Lenore see multitudes of brilliant, colorful flashes behind her eyes. She writhed and shivered, not quite knowing whether to scream from pain or from pleasure.
And then the blunt head of his pushing cock touched the stretched barrier of her hymen.
"Eeeeuuuhhhhhh!" she gasped. "That really hurt."
Bob didn't reply. He'd been pretty certain of her virginity right from the start, and now the barrier of membraneous tissue confirmed it. Yes, his was the first cock to plumb the delightful depths of this delicious feminine vestibule. There was no time to waste in moving slowly. Slow movement would only prolong the agony that much more. He had to do it quickly, clamping his hands over her mouth as he thrust forward, holding in the scream.
Still silent, he slammed forward, hard. His throbbing cock hit her cherry with overpowering force, and bounced off. He could see her mouth opening to automatically scream out her agony, and he leaned forward and clapped both hands over her lips. Her yell hit his hands and fell back into her throat.
Lenore felt the thrusting pole stretching her young, tender vagina, and the pain she suddenly experienced was so unbelievable she found herself unable to control the scream. Agony roared through her entire body. She wanted to yell her grief to the entire world, but felt the pressure of his palms pressing on her mouth, and the scream that came zipping up out of her throat suddenly fell back in.
And then his hands came away, and his mouth was on hers, kissing her lustily, probing into the recesses of her throat with his tongue.
"Ummmppphhhhhhh!" she gasped, with his lips cemented to hers, and the pleading coming from her throat traveled into the dark depths of his beer-mixed-with-tobacco-smelling mouth. It was still rousing and helped the desire in her conquer the pain she was feeling.
There was to be more pain. She realized that when he pulled his penis back part of the way. He hadn't broken through her maidenhead, and needed to build up steam before trying again. Had it been broken, he would have continued straight on through.
She felt his hairy chest rubbing against her ultra-sensitive, tiny nipples, making her squirm and tremble all the more. His wiry chest hairs seemed to be slicing into her sensitive nipples as if they were razors. Every part of her suddenly seemed so extra-sensitive.
The agony continued flooding through her body as he chugged forward again. Once more, he hit the barrier and bounced off. And once more he had to smother her cry with a kiss. Hell! He wanted this unhappy part of it over and done with, already.
Swiftly pulling his glans back to the lips of her tunnel, he powered forward again, moving at high-speed, and this time he crashed through. He could feel the tissue-thin membrane suddenly shatter as he pressed forward, sinking his throbbing meat a bit deeper into her.
She screamed and screamed and screamed again, and his mouth swallowed every scream. No one other than the two of them were even aware of the tortures the poor young girl was now suffering. His mouth all but suffocated hers as he continued kissing her, clogging her throat with his tongue.
Lenore was almost numb with pain, and yet her mind continued to function. Somewhere beyond the pain was that other, delightful sensation. And as Bob slid his hard cock into her a bit deeper, she felt his hairy pubis rub against her bare pelvis. It was a strange, different sensation. And then she was able to feel the pressure of his dangling balls against her upturned asscheeks, and she knew he was all the way in. Yes, his throbbing cock was completely buried in the seething depths of her teeming pussy. Perhaps now the agony would subside. Possibly the enjoyment would return and swallow up the pain. Golly! She hoped so. Fucking, from what she had seen between her mom and dad, was supposed to be good. Now that the initial entry was over, there should be no more painful surprises.
Little by little his throbbing penis began its withdrawal from her deepest part, coming back until the glans once again rested between her inner labia. And with the withdrawal, she felt less pressure but more enjoyment. Wow! She could first begin to appreciate precisely how tight her vaginal interior was. Her slavering vagina was really clinging to his slender reed of cock. Something fatter, something like her daddy's, would have caused unbelievable torment. She should be grateful Bob Dithers had a slightly thinner one.
The rounded dome of the throbbing cock poised at the entrance to her orifice, almost as if preparing to pull out. And Lenore suddenly realized she didn't want it out. She wanted it back in. No matter how much pain it caused, it made her understand the need for it. A cock was as much a part of a woman as it was part of a man. When there was no cock in the simmering depths of a woman's vagina, the woman was missing a part of her body. But until that first time, when she could really feel what it was like to contain a good prick, a woman was totally unaware part of her was not inside.
Slowly now, because the initial membrane-shattering was over, Bob slid his horizontal lighthouse back into her welcoming hole. Her hot, moist, overlapping inner tissues once again surrounded it, pulling it deeper into her infinite depths.
Yes, Lenore thought. Oh yes, the pain was rapidly disappearing, and the hidden thrills within were first beginning to emerge. This was starting to feel as wonderful as it had appeared with her mother. Some small darts of pain traveled through her, but her mind was able to ignore them. The feeling of thrilling pleasure was building, becoming stronger and more delightful. Lord! Not even his tongue had felt this good. But then, his tongue hadn't been able to reach this deep.
The spearing phallus started a cadent plunging in and out of her body, reaching, digging, pushing, tunneling, sinking. His lancing speed began increasing the moment he set a regular pace, and plevis kissed pelvis again and again, each bathing the other in a combination of perspiration and oil. The light smacking sounds of their bellies coming together would have been amplified in the theatre, but for similar sounds coming from the screen.
Leonore also heard a slight squooshing sound as his hard cock pushed its way into the tightness of her grasping pussy, making noises as it rubbed against the walls. She was so tight, every forward motion into her met with dedicated membraneal resistance. And every forward thrust enhanced the pleasure inside her, while the little flecks of bothersome pain receded even farther. Ahhhhhh! Yes, it felt wonderful, but she had no idea it would be this fabulous. She had been prepared for the thrill of a lifetime. The pressure of Bob's tongue when it had lunged into her squeezing cunt had given her an inkling of the wonders to follow. But an inkling was barely enough. This was the most unbelievable sensation she had ever known. Ooooooooh!
Now she began dreaming of her father's cock, thinking it was thicker and would do an even better job. Even though her tissues surrounded the hard cock inside her so tightly it had difficulty in moving, as far as she was concerned, the pressure wasn't enough. The length was satisfactory, reaching right into her cervix, bumping against it and building even more thrills inside her. He was right about being able to fit every last bit of himself into her. But she wanted to feel her cuntwalls stretched even more. The discomfort had disappeared and there was only delight. She wanted to feel her vaginal container plugged and corked as securely as possible. He was slamming in with even greater effort now; enhancing the sensations even more. He really knew how to use the equipment he had.
They ought to have classes for something like this, she thought. They ought to help break the hymen right there, in the classroom, and use all kinds of artificial penises to stretch the virginal interiors of cunts until there was nothing but sheer pleasure. Then girls could go and face the world without trepidation. Golly! It was wonderful being here, flat on her back on the carpet-covered stone floor, with a solid penis traveling in and out of her body at breakneck speed, moving between the soft velvet of her wide-open loins. Drops of oozing sex juice, popping from her internal cave on each backthrust of his hard cock, rolled down her tender thighs, soaking the carpet underneath. Mingling with it, unseen by her, was the blood of her virginity. Luckily, Bob had pulled her skirt off and draped it over the back of the rear seat behind which they lay.
Lenore was enjoying the thrilling pressure of his fingers as they tightly clutched her buns, crushing them, enlarging the thrilling sensations already shooting through her tender body. She felt him constantly plugging his shaft in and out, making her realize with each passing second how wonderful a man's cock could be. Even if the man, himself, was a son of a bitch, as long as he had a useful cock, he was of some value.
Lenore's lips burned into Bob's throat and she kissed him hard, though in the dimness of her mind she knew enough not to apply so much pressure she might break a small capillary and leave a hickey. Heck! Every girl she hung around with loved showing off their hickeys.
Her hands reached down and grabbed his flat buttocks, tugging on them, making certain he sank into her all the way on each forward thrust. Yes, she wanted every last little bit of his solid pole inside her, thrilling to the way it continually stoppered her interior.
Just as she'd first felt the climax he'd given her with his tongue, coming as if from a long way away, so now did she feel the start of the new one. Oh, but this one was going to make the other one seem pale by comparison. It was slowly enlarging inside her as she felt him constantly thrust into her again and again. It might have been thinner than her daddy's, but she was certain her father could do no better at this point. He was really working it into her.
Tingling thrills were building all the more quickly now, climbing all the higher inside her. She could feel it crawling up, realizing it would reach much higher. Sensations enlarged and crawled through her torso, using her nerves and blood vessels as highways to reach her extremities.
Her hands each gripped a shoulder blade as her loins tightly surrounded his thighs. Deep, gasping sighs came whooshing out of her, almost as if he forced them from her each time his throbbing prick stabbed into her. He seemed to force shuddering surges of heavy electricity through her being every time he lanced into her, and she never wanted this feeling to be complete. She always had the urge to feel more and more.
"Bob," she gasped. "Oh Bob, it's ... uhhhhhh ... so ... uhhhhh ... g-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-duhhhhhhhhh ... keep doing it ... ahhhh ... Harder ... harder ... more ... more ... more...."
"You're getting all I got right now...." he gasped, panting. "You're ... uhhhh ... getting every last ... ooooooh ... little bit ... of it ... uhhhhh ... you sweet ... gorgeous, beautiful cunt. Christ! I love how tightly you ... wowwwwww ... fit around me ... oh Jesus! I've never felt a cunt this tight ... arrrgggghhhhhh ... before."
Lenore raised and lowered her loins all the more quickly now, feeling the stanchion of cock plunging in and out, building up so much friction within, she was afraid a fire would ignite at any moment.
"I'm ... uhhhh ... going to come," she whispered, her voice coinciding with the gasping voice of a female on the screen who said the same thing. And then the one on the screen shouted, "I'M COMINNNNNNGGGGGG!"
"Come on," Bob urged. "Come, honey. Come good. I'm all set to really blast a load into you, as far up into that tight little box as it'll go. I'll flood you with the stuff."
Their two bodies moved as one, each slamming vigorously against the other, thrusting more and more rapidly together as his shortened stroke allowed him that much more speed. He plunged through her with maddening, vibrant thrusts.
"EEEEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" the voice on the screen shouted, and almost everyone in the theatre screamed, "EEEEYYYYAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" as her climax literally powered its way through her girlish body, hitting her with the overwhelming force of a tornado. She turned and twisted, thrashing wildly as she slammed her body up and down. But Bob had her securely locked under him as he continued shoving his throbbing cock into her seething depths, feeling the unbelievable power in her cunt muscles as they came together, almost guillotining his powering pecker.
"Okay," he whispered, "okay, now it's uhhhh ... my turrrrrn...."
"Yes, yes," she urged, still climbing to the top of her own personal rainbow. "Give it to me. Give it all to me."
"You got it...." he gasped. "Here's all the ... YAAAAAAAAANNGGGGHHHH!"
His scream was to an almost silent theatre as the other patrons had settled back to watch more of the action. The sound of his voice merely set off another round of pseudo-orgasmic screams as everyone in the theatre thought it was some jokester kidding around.
Lenore felt the oceans of whitewash suddenly being spurted into her tender young body, hosing and blasting through her feminine channel, flooding into her womb. The pressure was fabulous, topping off the thrill of her own climax. It seemed to bring her to new heights, building something inside her body. Lenore couldn't quite figure out what it was, until the next crisis really blasted through her, shaking her and making her contract her vaginal muscles even more, applying more pressure to the human hose inside her. Luckily, Bob Dithers had already peaked, and his penis was in the process of shrinking. Had it been fully erect, there was the faintest possibility the girl's muscles would have snipped his pulsing cock off at the root.
This new orgasm was so powerful, she felt it totally overwhelm the previous one. And she flopped around beneath him like a fish out of water, feeling his shrinking cock twitch.
Finally Bob pulled out of her, and with a clean hanky, dried her pussy off before helping her dress. For Lenore it was definitely a day to remember.
CHAPTER THREE
All the way home, Lenore thought about the way her tight cunt had been drilled. She also thought about the two orgasms she had enjoyed, and once again disturbing visions of a dream seemed to be conjured up in her mind. It had been such a long time since she'd had that dream, but it was one she'd had with regularity some years back. Watching her parents fuck had first stirred the memory of the dream inside her, but because she had been so pent up, watching what her parents did, her subconscious was the only thing holding onto the dream.
Now, as she walked, she began remembering fragments. It hadn't been a long dream. But she did remember seeing her daddy's face staring at her. And then it moved lower, out of her line of sight. Her tiny body had shuddered with funny little static feelings as her daddy had kissed her thighs. At that time his head felt like a huge boulder. But then, it had only been a dream. True, it made sense to dream about her daddy as he had seemed to her at the time. He no longer looked so large, nor did his head seem so immense.
That was all she could remember for the moment. Yet, there was a time she could remember the entire dream because she had dreamed it continually. Funny that she should have that kind of a dream. Was it wishful thinking? But how could it be, at that early age? Why should she want to feel her daddy's face between her thighs? It didn't make sense.
Now she could feel how tender her inner vagina felt. With a cock no longer rummaging through it, building enjoyable sensations, she became aware of the soreness inside.
The next day, her first period came, as if the fucking she'd received had prompted it. Now she knew she could no longer afford to take chances. From then on, she had to take care.
She was too young to go into a drugstore and order the Pill. She was also too young for a diaphragm. There was no way she would be able to convince a gynecologist to put a coil inside her. And the rhythm method was too undependable. Well, according to the books she'd read in her mother's room, that left only one thing. Douching. She had to make sure and flood her vagina and womb with warm water within two hours of each sexual enjoyment. She knew where the douche bag was, because her mother used to occasionally give her an enema when she was a child. It was just a question of using the proper bone. She knew better than to think of depending on any male to use protection. Condoms always took away from the sensual feeling, according to the books she'd read, and she didn't want her feelings lessened one iota.
The next four days passed very slowly for Lenore. Her period ended on the fourth day, this being the first one. It would be erratic for awhile, not always coming at precisely the same time, or remaining for the same length of time. Sometimes it would come within two to three weeks, while other times it would take six weeks. Sometimes it would stay only two days, and other times it would stay two weeks. Within a year it would stabilize, but until it did, she would have to take extra care.
by Thursday she was completely free. She gave herself her first douche, foiling instructions she'd found in one of her mother's books. Satisfied she was completely clean down there, she dressed in a yellow halter and hot pants, with a pair of yellow sandals to match. School was still a week away, and she intended fully enjoying herself while she had her freedom.
With the arrival of her period, she had felt an itch in her nipples, and now, a few days later, she could see her nipples had swollen a little. At least they had looked swollen when she'd examined them earlier that morning. But the swelling had not receded. Her nipples were thicker, and the brown aureolae around them had enlarged a little. The flesh itself felt a little fatty. Her breasts were about to start budding.
Despite her having been soundly fucked by Bob Dithers, Lenore was still a pure-minded young girl. She could see no evil in sexual intercourse, and looked upon it simply as another form of enjoyment. And she intended enjoying it as long as possible. Yet she realized, now, more than ever, she had to be careful with whom she indulged. She had been lucky to find a man like Bob. But six days of the week he would be totally unavailable, and she couldn't wait a whole week between fuckings. No, she would have to find another discreet individual. She would have liked to have seen all men with their peckers hanging out, so she could measure them against those of Bob and her father. She wanted one thicker than Bob's, but not as thick as her father's. She would gradually work her way up to his thickness. And then she would be ready to seduce him.
There was a park not too many blocks from her house, and she decided to go there. It was as good a place as any to start looking for the right kind of man.
When she got there, she saw the only busy area was the handball court. There were four teenage boys playing a game of mixed doubles. Three girls, all of whom were much older than she, were sitting on the side, watching. She walked over and stood near the girls, realizing they were even older than the fifteen year old girls with whom she hung around. These were experienced girls. Even though she was within earshot, they were either ignoring her, or trying to shock her, talking about the experiences they'd had with various boys.
"I like Shane," one girl, a blonde with a bosom that was more fat than flesh was saying. She was wearing a red sleeveless dress with no bra underneath, and her boulder-sized knockers seemed to clang together each time moved. "He's got a good six and half honest inches, and it fits in very nicely, with no real room to spare."
"Robert's more fun," a flat-chested brunette wearing a blue halter and pedal pushers insisted. "He may not be as long, but boy does he have staying power. God! That prick of his stayed buried inside me for almost a half hour the other night. I must have come a good four times."
"Joe's the best of the lot," a Negro girl insisted, nodding toward the one Black male on the court. "That man is long, hard, and he stays that way forever."
Lenore watched the game with more than passing interest. She noticed one of the boys was a bit more awkward than the others. She wondered if he was one of the "wonders" being discussed by the girls. But when the game was finally over, she noticed the awkward boy was the only one without a girl. When the other three couples left, he got ready to head for his own home.
"Hi," Lenore greeted, not feeling the least bit shy. Having felt the glories of a strong cock in her tight pussy, she had become an entirely different personality. Whatever designs any male might have on her were things she, herself, wanted done. She had no fear of men.
"Hello," the boy smiled.
He was a tall boy, and his eyes had a sleepy look about them. His hair was just long enough to cover his ears. It was light brown, almost like her mother's.
'I'm Lenore," she said to him.
I'm Richard Thatcher," he answered. "All my friends call me Thatch."
"How come you don't have a girl friend?" Lenore asked, her voice as innocent-sounding as it could be.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I suppose I'd like a girl, but not one of those tramps."
"What makes them tramps?" Lenore wanted to know.
"Hey, how old are you?" Thatch asked.
"Well gee, I'm old enough," Lenore replied, haughtily. "I mean I know all about the birds and the bees, if that's what you mean. Is that why you think those girls are tramps? Because they like sex?"
"No," he replied, walking. She walked along beside him. "It's one thing for a girl to like a guy and do things with him because she likes him. But it's something else to play round-robin with all the guys in the neighborhood. And that's just what those three girls are doing. They think it's a lot of fun to screw ... I mean, they think it's fun to fool around with all the boys. Heck! I wouldn't want to touch them."
"It's just that if I do anything with a girl, I don't want her talking about how good or bad I am with other guys she goes with. And I sure don't want her talking about it with the other girls. Boy, I could hear them while I was on the court, and it not only made my ears sizzle, but really threw my game off."
"Hey, have you ever been with a girl?" Lenore asked.
"Well, to be truthful, no. I shouldn't be admitting this I suppose. It makes me look like a creep."
"No it doesn't," Lenore told him. "It makes you look like exactly what you claimed you are. Discriminating."
They went to a neighborhood candy store, and Thatch bought egg creams for Lenore and himself.
It was two o'clock when he invited her to his house for some swimming. He had a pool in the backyard, and with the high hedges all around none of the neighbors could see in. His parents both worked, and wouldn't be home for three more hours, yet.
Thatch went and got a bathing suit, offering to find of in his sister's room for Lenore, as well. But Lenore refused, saying her halter and shorts could double as a swim suit. When he came out into the backyard, Lenore could see he had a trim body with just the littlest bit of fat around the middle.
For the next half hour they splashed around in the pool, enjoying themselves. Thatch found he was liking the girl more and more in spite of her youth. Heck! He felt very hot looking at her, watching the way her shorts stuck to her crotch. He could see her pubic bulge. Worse, he could see the split outlines between her labia. His eyes kept wandering to her groin, even though he did his best to avoid looking there. God! She was a sexy little thing. And it all seemed so natural to her. She wasn't trying to tease him or lead him on. She was enjoying herself with him.
Bringing the Cokes outside, he sat on the towel beside her, handing her one. They sipped silently for awhile, smelling the roses and honeysuckle in the air. The cola seemed to be acting like some kind of narcotic, making her smile even more sexily at him, while he felt himself developing a king-sized hard-on. And with those tight swim trunks, he knew she couldn't help but notice.
"Gee," she commented, "I'll bet I know what you're thinking."
"Yeah, well how can a guy help but think it," he wanted to know. "I mean, you may be just a kid, but you're one helluva sexy looking kid, and I think you know it."
"You mean that grew because of me?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded, his face turning red.
"Doesn't it grow like that when you're with other girls?"
"No," he replied, honestly. "Most of them don't get to me the way you do. I just don't feel like doing anything with them."
"Gee, you mean you feel like doing something with me?"
He replied by leaning over and kissing her smack on the mouth. His tongue seemed to leap out, and her lips parted, accepting it into her mouth, feeling her cool hand reach out and touch his thigh. Ha fingers seemed to dance up until they actually touched his crotch. His cock leaped, and she got a good grip on it and squeezed it
"Watch it," he gasped. "I'll come in my pants."
"Heck, that wouldn't be any fun," she told him.
He kissed her again, putting his soda down on one side, while she put hers down on the other. Her young mouth tasted sweet and refreshing. He reached for her halter and undid it, slipping it off her shoulders. He looked down at two tiny tan buttons surrounded by light splashes of cafe-au-lait. The swell of either breast was imperceptible but when his hand rested on her left nipple, he could feel the faint enlargement. God! He felt like such a fool, playing around with such a young kid, and yet she was such a beautiful girl, he couldn't help himself. As his palm pressed against the nipple, she sighed and rubbed his throbbing penis all the harder. Her two hands reached for the strings on his bathing suit, undoing them so she could pull it down and play with him.
Thatch took his lips from hers and pressed his mouth to her other nipple, swirling the tip of his tongue around the tiny bud, feeling it trying to respond and grow. It did, in fact, grow the littlest bit, though it was barely visible. And his hand, rubbing the other nipple, felt it enlarge a little, as well. Lenore arched her back higher, as if his sucking of her nipple was forcing her to do so. He continued running his tongue over the tan bud as her gentle hand tugged lightly on his throbbing prick, now out in the open. Lenore was more than happy to see he had a cock much thicker than that of Bob Dithers. In fact, it was just about as thick as her father's, and as long as that of Bob. Wow! For a sixteen year old guy he had some hunk of meat.
She felt his lips move from one nipple to the other, and then back to the first one. Gee, but he really seemed to know how to do things. She began wondering if it was instinctual. Thrilling pleasure began eeling into her youthful body. Lenore smiled, silently congratulating herself for having selected a perfect male. He was taking a long, long time with his mouth on her youthful nipples. His tongue fell flat against each one in turn, licking it over and over.
Thatch reached for the zipper on her hot pants, pulling it down. Hell! He'd gone this far, he'd be pretty dumb not to go all the way. She raised her body, helping him slide off the wet shorts, then lay down again as his hand came to rest in her hairless groin. His fingers rubbed against the pouch-like labia, feeling the wet stickiness ooze out from inside.
Lenore felt herself responding immediately to his touch. She couldn't believe how quickly heat was building inside her. The oceans of lubrication building in her hot box would soon come flooding out and soak into the towel on which she lay. Her hand was wandering all over his chest, feeling the hairless skin there with her fingertips. He had well-developed pectorals, just like Bob Dithers, and touching him there thrilled her.
"You have bigger breasts than I do," she said, caressing each pectoral in turn.
"It won't be much longer before you really start blossoming," he assured her.
CHAPTER FOUR
He raised his head a moment and looked at her perfect little body. The lines of her torso seemed to be a series of moving curves from her throat, along her flat bosom, to her narrow waist, to her hips which were just starting to flare. Her hips, in turn, swooped into long, lithe, shapely legs. Her claves were already swollen, and would swell even more. And her hairless vagina almost made him drool right there. Thatch was a truly shy person, and he had never gotten this far with a female, before. He didn't know whether a pussy with hair on it would be even more arousing, but he did know this was one helluva gorgeous cunt.
"Do you think I'm a tramp?" she asked.
"Heck, no! You could never be a tramp."
"I know I'm still not fully grown, but do I look good to you?"
"I've never seen anyone who looked better," he confided, which was true, since he'd never seen a naked girl before.
"Honest?"
"That's a fact," he assured her. "If I had the guts, I'd really ball you."
"Well heck, that's why I let you go this far. I won't settle for anything less than a real love-up."
"Hey now, there's nothing like a girl who really seems to know what she wants. But I don't have any rubbers."
"I'll be able to take care of things, afterward," she assured him. "That tight space between my thighs is itching to be filled."
"Hey, look," he asked, sitting up, "did you ever do anything at all with your mouth?"
"Only kissing," she admitted.
"Have you ever kissed a man's penis before?"
"Gee, no."
"Well look, you don't have to if you don't want to."
Lenore remembered seeing her mother stuff her own mouth with her father's thick dick. And her mother had loved every moment of it. Once, when her father was going to come, he wanted to pull her mother's mouth off his dick so he could shoot in her cunt. But Rose-Ann had adamantly hung on with her lips until he'd fired his entire load down her throat. And her mother had gulped and swallowed, drinking every last bit of it, loving it. So Lenore knew there would be nothing to fear.
She had often entered her parents' bedroom following their exit, after having had a good fucking session. More than once she had detected the odor of sperm in the air, and she had come to thrill to the odor. There was no reason to believe she wouldn't thrill to the taste of it, as well.
"I think I'd like to try it," she told him.
Well heck, if the girl had never tasted a cock, as far as Thatch was concerned there was every reason to believe she was still a virgin, in spite of her bravado in claiming she knew what to do. He didn't know how he would handle things, but he didn't want to risk getting her pregnant. Hell! If her belly did start to swell, they'd ask her who did it, and sooner or later she might break down and point him out. That was one risk he wasn't quite ready for; not yet.
She was already up on her knees, leaning between his thighs, letting her tongue draw lazy circles on his loins. Then she slowly began inching her bead forward.
This was her first close view of a phallus, and she was really enjoying it. The monstrous prick seemed to tower over her head, throbbing and pulsating with every little movement in his body. She could see the purple cap swelling and receding each time he flexed his throbbing prong. A deep blue vein seemed to wind its way around the pulsing head, and sticking out her tongue, she touched the tip of it to his heated flesh and began following the vein.
Thatch jumped. God! What a feeling. A hot, young, anxious female tongue was licking his stick, and it sent wild shivers coursing through him. Oh God! All his friends always talked about things like this, and he had become terribly anxious to discover what it felt like, but he never would have believed it would have happened to him so quickly, in the afternoon, and with a girl he had never met before. Christ! If anyone ever found out about this, they'd call him the kiddie-lover. But he didn't give a goddamn. Shit! She had a beautiful face; far more beautiful than the kissers on the pigs who sucked on the cocks of his friends. Just looking at her lovely face with its tongue touching his cock only made him a little hotter. Christ!
Lenore was enjoying herself. She loved licking the shuddering penis. Her tongue licked the leaky fluid seeping from the small slit in the head of his cock, and she pulled it back into her throat where she swallowed it. The previous Saturday, when she lay on her back in the movie theatre, with Bob Dithers sinking his tongue into her dripping vagina, she wondered how he enjoyed the taste of the fluid seeping from her. Now, as she drank the sticky shellac coming from his shuddering cock, she understood how Bob had been so eager to drink her flow. She was really enjoying the taste. It had a slight salty tang, and she could have lain there with her head between his thighs for the rest of the afternoon, doing nothing other than drinking the libation.
Now she opened her mouth, wide, forming a ribboned ring with her pretty lips, slowly sucking his hard cock into the dark, heated center of her mouth, slowly moving forward and down, feeling her jaw muscles strain. God! It was really thick. She remembered how her mother looked with her own lips stretched over her daddy's thick cock, and imagined she must really look terrific. Her head moved lower, and the thick pole sank deeper and deeper into her mouth, pressing against her tongue, forcing her palate to open all the wider. And then the thick knob was at the back of her tiny throat. Looking down, she saw there was nearly two inches of cock to go. Heck! If her mother could swallow all of her father's cock, there was no reason why she couldn't do the same with Thatch's. Taking a deep breath, she forced her throat muscles to completely relax, then slowly pushed her head lower, letting the head of the swollen cock push her gullet open. She pushed lower and harder, feeling the entire throbbing head cram itself into her narrow esophagus. Still she persisted, and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take any more, she felt the hairs of his pelvis press against her pillowy lips.
Thatch felt his head whirling insanely. He wanted to blow his balls then and there, but he didn't dare. She and said she would suck his cock, and then she had gone ahead and done it. But there was nothing said about her drinking his jizz. Christ! She might get angry if he lost control of himself and shot off in her mouth that way. Jesus! He would have loved to have done it, but fear of making her angry restrained him.
Lenore caressed his heavy balls, letting her head slowly move up, then pump down, her tight lips squeezing the swollen stalk of the shuddering penis. Even the scraping of her teeth against his sensitive skin seemed to be right, arousing him all the more.
Her nostrils seemed to widen as she began moving her head up and down all the more quickly. Her fingernails were cutting into his thighs. And when she felt the huge cock swelling a little more, she knew at any second he might lose control of it, and so slowly took her mouth off it Her tongue then trailed down the underside until it reached his testicles. These she licked again and again, thrilling to feel the light, wispy hair on his balls tickle her tongue.
"God! When you do something, you really do it," he gasped.
"Was I good?" she wanted to know.
"You were terrific."
"Well I'm not finished yet," she confided. "You just raise your thighs and push them back toward you a little, and you'll see what I mean."
Remembering how wonderful it had felt when Bob Dithers had lapped at her asshole, she now pressed her face beneath his balls and began tonguing his perineum. Her tongue felt like icy bits of pressure against his body. Her tongue continued moving lower, and he began shivering all the more wildly, knowing where she was heading. This was impossible. No one ever did things like this. Yet here she was, doing it to him. Wow! She might have been twelve years old, chronologically, but she was one helluva lot older than that when it came to knowing what she was doing. He was willing to bet she could put all those sixteen year old tramps to shame. Christ! To think she had come to him, of all people. Oh wow!
Her thumbs slowly spread the flat cheeks of his ass, her tongue very, very slowly rimming his asshole, teasing the pucker, making him gasp for breath. He trembled as she suddenly pressed her face against his buttocks and rammed her tongue into the very center of his anus. She wiggled the tongue around inside, loosening his inner muscles, making him squirm insanely. Oh God!
Her arms remained tightly pressed against his buns for a long while as her tongue plunged in again and again. All the time, more and more excitement was building in her own young body. She could feel the trembling of her own cuntlips when she finally lifted her face from between his thighs, and said, "Like it?"
He grabbed her and hauled her up beside him, kissing the lips she had pressed to his buttocks to prove he really enjoyed everything. In the meantime, one of his hands ran between her thighs which she willingly parted, and his middle finger pressed into the unbelievably tight groove. He ran the ball of his finger up and down the tight, wet slit, trying to make it even wetter and more accommodating for his finger.
"I'd like to try doing that to you, a little," he insisted.
"You won't hear me objecting," was her reply.
His fingers continued playing with the folds of her tight vagina as he slowly moved his face lower.
"You're one helluva girl," he confided. "I've never known anyone like you. I have to make you as hot as you've made me."
"Careful," she warned. "I could erupt."
His two hands fitted beneath her asscheeks now, cupping them, lifting them, offering her bare cunt to his hungry mouth. He had never eaten a girl before, but the fellas had talked about it so often, each describing what he thought to be the best way, Thatch had no difficulty in knowing what to do. He had no idea which way was best, but he was going to do his damndest for the girl. Leaning forward, his mouth kissed her sweet cunt, his lancing tongue moving up and down her creaming slot, tasting her flesh, thrilling to the delicious flavor of her pussy. The smoothness of her bare pubis made it easy for him to press his nose into her and lick. In almost no time he found her growing clitoris and clamped his lips on it, sucking strongly.
Wanton desire anxiously roared through the young girl's shivering body. Her pelvis began shuddering and twitching in response to the way his lips and tongue diddled her clitoris. When his tongue speared into her tight, gripping, inner chamber, she wiggled all the more. He lapped quickly now, wanting to capture the flowing juices escaping from her body. This made her vaginal interior hotter and hotter, making her desire more of what he was doing. She felt herself on the edge of a mini-climax. This would be the first minor culmination she would ever experience.
"Yes, yes, yes," she squealed, making Thatch grateful his neighbors weren't at home to hear her.
He had no intention of relaxing the action of his tongue now that his mouth was working so well. He was glad to see how much he was pleasing her, and he wanted to see just how much more he could do so before each reached their final attainments. Even as he drank the floods pouring out of her, he found he wasn't content. He wanted more and more and more. So he stabbed his tongue all the way into her hot tenderness with the hope of literally scooping out more viscous fluid. His pursed lips literally sucked the brandy from her interior, making her bounce all the more strongly, banging her pelvis against his nose again and again. How he didn't get a nosebleed was a mystery he would never learn the answer to. More and more liquid was pouring out of her, falling into his waiting mouth.
He gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly, trying to hold her in place as she wildly bucked. Her little nipples seemed to grow just the littlest bit more, sticking straight up in the air like tiny bullets. And then she began coming. It wasn't a strong climax, but it was a highly satisfying one. She jammed a wrist into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. And then her orgasm totally subsided, leaving behind in its wake a trail of tender, shining satisfaction joined to the need for more pleasure.
Thatch nibbled softly on the vaginal folds, the taste of her lubrication heavy on his tongue. His cheeks shone with some excess that had smeared itself along the way. He lapped strongly for more than five minutes, feeling the ache in his throbbing cock become harder and harder.
He hadn't planned on actually taking her virginity, for a girl this young obviously had to be a virgin as far as he was concerned, but he couldn't keep his cock under control any longer.
"I have to fuck you," he gasped, raising his face. "I just have to fuck you."
"Don't just say it, do it," she insisted. "Put it all the way into me. Go on!"
Tiny droplets of perspiration formed on her upper lip as his hands came up and pressed against her spiky nipples.
"Christ! These are going to swell into one terrific pair of tits," he told her.
But Lenore wasn't listening. It had been five long days since she'd been fucked, and she suddenly realized she had become addicted to it. She really needed it badly. Her mind relaxed, anticipating what was about to come. He had her thighs widely spread apart as she prepared to take him inside.
"Let me put it in," she begged.
"Yeah, sure," Thatch nodded, sweat falling from his face and body in heavy rivulets. "Put it in."
Leading the point of his shuddering prick to the soft, satin-lined lips of her vagina, she raised her thighs high in the air, letting her calves drape over his shoulders. She had seen her parents try it this way once, and now she wanted to try it. It had looked life fun at the time.
Thatch pushed, feeling her tight interior resisting him. He pushed again, pressing and pressing, feeling her vulva slowly, very slowly begin to open. God! He was sure he was right about her being a virgin. She was so damn tight.
Unnhhh! he gasped, pushing a little harder.
Now he could feel the hollow circle of her vagina sliding around his thick dome, teasing it with the wet membranes as they sucked on the throbbing gians. God! She was so tight. He had never figured on it being this tough to get in.
Lenore felt his swollen dork open her narrow interior wider than Bob Dithers had been able to do. Stretching caused minor discomfort, but the friction of his throbbing cock pushing inside and rubbing against all her tender walls at once was like striking a stick of gravel against a wall of sulphur, igniting the entire tunnel at once into four walls of blazing flame.
"Oooooooh!" she gasped, delighted with the pressure.
"Hey," Thatch gasped. "I'm ... uhhhh ... not hurting you ... ahhhh ... am I?"
"You ... ahhhhhhhh ... just keep on ... ooooooooh ... hurting me ... ohhhhhhhh ... like this," she begged.
Thatch shoved deeper, expecting to encounter the barrier of her maidenhead at any moment. He slowly eased his throbbing log deeper, thrilling to the feeling, and enjoying her total response to him.
"Fill me with it," she begged.
He continued riding his pulsing prick deeper, but found no resisting tissue, save for the sucking walls of her tight cunt. Deeper, deeper, and with each bit of further penetration, her infinite tunnel seemed to become narrower and narrower, closing tightly on the intruding flail.
She must have lost it playing tennis, or horseback riding, he thought, and hammered it in the rest of the way. Lenore held her breath, feeling thick cock just about everywhere inside her body. Wow! He seemed to fit inside so perfectly.
His broad, arrow shaped cock-head spread the sucking walls of her pussy wide apart, especially pressuring the roof of her vagina, where most of the ultra-sensitive nerves were concentrated. Lenore's thighs tightened around his neck, tugging him lower, so his tongue could lick her small nipples.
"Come on, Thatch," she urged. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He didn't have to be told again. Even though this was his first experience with a pussy, and the pressures of the vagina seemed to take total control of him, he thrust deeply into her, then instinctively pulled back, then thrust forward again. He sank the entire thick length of his heavy cock into her blistering depths with each forward thrust, then drew it halfway back before nailing it in again. He wanted to bring it even farther back, but was afraid if he did so, his anxious cock might slip out. And he might end up shooting into thin air. Not that he expected to come in her cunt. He still didn't want to take risks, even though she'd assured him it would be all right. No, she was too nice a kid to make pregnant. He would have to come somewhere other than in her tight pussy.
Lenore slammed her pelvis upward, doing her best to tug the maximum pleasure from his throbbing prick as it moved through her tight interior. She felt the turgidity of his cock-head massage every part of her cunt, making her writhe with delight.
She felt his heavy balls slapping against her ass each time he plunged into her. That, by itself, was something new. Bob Dithers had small balls, and they hadn't really slapped against her asscheeks. At one point they had touched her perineum, but they had never really dangled low enough to hit the fatty part of her asscheeks. With Thatch, it was different. Each time he drove his thick cock into her body, she could feel the weighty smack of his testicular sac. He was digging his toes into the back lawn, now, lifting himself higher, supporting his entire upper half on the palms of his hands. His stomach suddenly seemed to harden, the muscles laddering and looking much like an old-fashioned washboard.
by balancing himself as he was going in, with her thighs still wrapped around his neck, forcing the flat plane of her bare pussy straight up, he was able to achieve maximum penetration. In baseball, the difference between a home run or a foul ball could be a matter of an inch. As far as Lenore was concerned, that extra half inch of Thatch's cock-because of position, was one helluva home run. It made all the difference.
Needle points of pain still helped to accentuate Lenore's enjoyment. Her own hands pressed against her nipples, and this time she liked the touch of her fingers. With a cock in her tight cunt, touching her own nipples was suddenly different from when she hadn't been with anyone at all.
Lifting herself up on her elbows, she could stare down between their bodies and see the pulsating cock moving in and out of her tight hole. She noted how the entire shaft was shining with the secretions of her hot pussy. A raw, unparalleled thrill began surging through her body, and she felt another orgasm approaching. Only this time it wouldn't be a minor pleasure. This was going to be a biggie. Her head fell back on the towel, lolling from side to side as she gasped, "I ... uhhhhh ... can feel another one ... oooooh ... building up ... ahhhhhhhhhh ... I'm going to come again . ... "
To help her, Thatch speeded up his movement even more, increasing the friction inside her, slamming his malebone into her as solidly as he could. Lenore vibrated, humping her small ass up and down to meet his pummeling thrusts, feeling the tight sucking pressure of her interior press more strongly around his throbbing dick. And then she began spasming as she screamed a loud, "UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" and her flooding sauce began spilling out all over his sluicing cock, lathering it, making his fucking that much easier as it reduced the friction. It flooded out of her, wetting his pubic hair, and running in rivulets down her ass, falling to the towel beneath, making it even wetter than it had been before.
Lenore closed her eyes so nothing could distract her from the total enjoyment of her climax. She could hear Thatch grunt as he continued laboring inside her. He changed his angle of penetration a little, to ease the pressure of his pulsating cock, letting his knobby glans touch her in a different way, not reaching quite as far back into her simmering recesses.
His movement seemed to add to Lenore's enjoyment, though she would have liked to feel him a little deeper. Even so, the crisis within her continued building slowly rather than rapidly, and when she finally hit the peak of her orgasm, her mind blanked out for a fraction of a second.
Thatch, seeing her so totally involved in her orgasm, found he could no longer support himself on his palms, and slowly let his body down on top of hers. He pressed his lips against hers all the harder now, feeling the way her tongue eagerly sought his. The two lingual digits came together, and they began fencing back and forth, from mouth to mouth, as her arms wound themselves around his head and pressed it all the harder, so his kisses almost hurt. She was taking all his weight on the underside of her thighs, but it didn't seem to disturb her.
Thatch's pounding cock continued to steadily slam into her squishy vagina. Her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving behind a sensation of delicious security. She knew he hadn't come, yet, and it gave her a sense of power, as if he controlled everything and could make him come when and within which hole she pleased. This sensation became off the more acute each time he spiked his solid whang into her creaming depths.
There was an exulting delight in all this wonderful pleasure. Even though she'd climaxed and was oversensitive, she continued enjoying the way he kept thrusting into her all the more vigorously. And because of the angle change, strong pressures were being exerted on different nerves, and there was an almost instant secondary orgasm, making her body tingle even more as she seemed to hit a peak, ease down a little, then hit a slightly higher peak, ease down again, then hit an ever higher peak, as crisis after crisis began tearing through her entire inner self.
"Come!" she urged, bouncing her little butt up and down, almost strangling him with her thighs. "Come! Shoot that hot, white stuff into me."
"I'm ... uhhhh ... afraid...." he gasped. "I ... uhhhh ... don't want to ... uhhhh ... risk getting you ... uhhh ... pregnant."
"Do it!" she insisted. "Shoot it into me. I can ... ohhhhhhhh ... take care of it ... ahhhhhhhhh ... afterward...."
"No," he insisted. "I'm ... uhhhh ... afraid...."
Under normal circumstances, Lenore knew there was nothing on earth that would prevent a man from shooting his wad if the pressure was strong enough and the friction was great enough. But fear takes the edge off any man's inner thrills, and as long as Thatch felt that fear, he wouldn't come. True, he was giving her a series of sensations not even her mother had ever enjoyed with her father. But it wasn't fair to him. He should be able to come, as well.
"All right," she gasped, reluctantly. "All right. Slide it out of me. Come on, slide it out."
He was no less reluctant to withdraw from the clenching grip of her tight cunt. Her vaginal walls had clutched his cock like a tight fist. More than once he had felt a thrilling stir in his heavy balls, and had he not exercised a tremendous amount of self-control, he would have blasted into her twat. But the fear was greater than the need for him to come, and so he managed to keep his seed under control.
Lenore decided if he wouldn't come in her vagina, he would blast into her mouth. She was eager to taste the sperm, anyway.
"Come on," she told him. "Let me suck on it until you shoot. You have to like this, too."
Thatch smiled. He really felt like an adult male. Looking down at his phallus, dripping with the foamy secretions of her own multitudinous orgasms, he felt exhilarated. She wanted him to pop his load down her throat. Well, heck! Why not! At least there was no danger of her becoming pregnant that way. And it was her idea, not his. He would never have dared to bring it up.
His inner thighs were coated with her clear, sticky foam. But he didn't know how to begin. The idea to lie down had occurred to him, but before he could do so, he saw she was lying on the grass over to the side, in the shadow of the house. Going over to her, he knelt beside her, but she reached up and guided his movements so he was bracketing her face with his thighs, feeling the scratching pressure of her nipples against his ass. His long, thick, swollen prick dangled above her face, along with his heavy balls.
Lenore could see the thick coating of her own juices all over his thighs and crotch. The sight aroused her even more, despite having come a great many times. Her tongue leaped out and ran all over his right thigh, licking off the vaginal secretions and leaving a coating of saliva in its place. Turning her head a bit, she did the same to his left thigh. Then she licked the underside of his dangling balls, delighted at being able to taste herself all over him. When his testicles had been completely licked free of her fluids, she slowly, carefully, licked her way up the long thickness of his pulsing penis. She took her time, thoroughly enjoying herself, knowing every little touch of her tongue was bringing thrilling delight to him.
Thatch, staring down, looked at her sweet, innocent, girlish face and wondered how she could still look so pure in spite of what she was doing. Her hands were holding his asscheeks tightly, squeezing them, feeling his body respond to the pressures of her fingers. Yes, she was really enjoying herself.
Now the tip of her tongue had reached the point of his shuddering cock. She paused, swallowing the fluids in her mouth, still enjoying the mingled taste of herself and him.
Using her tongue like a paintbrush, she began lapping up and down, slurping all over the thick wand. Her action made Thatch sit back a little, with only the point of his shivering prong touching her open lips. She felt it slide from one side of her parted lips to the other, and back again.
Using her hands on his buttocks, she tilted him forward and down, and the head of his trembling prod slid between her lips, disappearing into her mouth. He could feel the heat of her tongue and palate again as her teeth scraped across the trembling flesh. Now Lenore had him where she wanted him. His throbbing cock was in her mouth to come, and before she opened her lips and let him out, he would blast that white fluid down her throat, or she would bite his balls off. Feeling the weighty prod against her throat made her writhe with excitement.
Thatch knew there could be no excuse for his not coming this time. Hell! He would look bad in the eyes of this pretty little thing if he didn't give her the fluid she so actively sought. He had to come.
Leaning forward, he pressed his hard cock in a little deeper, mouthfucking very, very slowly. The head of his throbbing putz pressed against the ring of her esophagus. He pushed harder, and the flexing glans slowly slid into her gullet, making her gag. When he would have pulled out, he felt her hands pressing on his asscheeks as her mouth made harsh sucking sounds. Her lips compressed tightly around the throbbing base of his heavy cock, forcing the head deeper into her throat, clutching it with his pharynx, building thrills and sensations in his cock most men never feel all their lives.
Pain seemed to shoot through his balls for a fleeting second, and then they went numb. He didn't quite know what was happening, but he suddenly felt the power gushing from his testicles into his trembling cock, and then up to the swollen tip, and suddenly it was geysering out of him, flooding her throat, as he gasped a long, loud, "HAAAAAAAARRRR R RR A A AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
He squirted down her gullet again and again, feeling the sucking pressure of her eager lips nurse more and more sperm from his testicles. His ass shuddered back and forth as he attempted to drive his powering prick further down her throat.
The moment the juices flooded her throat, Lenore felt herself in a new, ecstatic world, as the taste of the liquid made her head reel. She rolled the heavy fluid around in her mouth, even with his log still jammed all the way down, tasting it before swallowing it. Even as he continued blasting more and more of it into her throat, she continued swallowing, holding his asscheeks tightly in check, preventing him from throwing his weight on her and crushing her larynx. Her nostrils flared widely, enjoying the sensuous smell of semen while her tongue thrilled to the thick taste. He was pumping the stuff out of his throbbing cock as surely as water came splashing from a fire hose. It coated her throat all the way down to her belly.
Thatch blasted one more round into her throat before his testicles finally felt empty. His scrotum, which had tightened up against his body just before he began firing, now dangled loosely. Lenore's lips pulled tightly on his wilting whang, trying to suck those last few drops of sperm from within, licking off one final drop as it seeped from the slit in his phallic tip, finally letting it slide down her tongue, into her throat, where it joined all the other drops in the haven of her belly.
Thatch finally slid off her and tried getting to his feet. But he was too worn out, and all he could do was lie there.
Lenore managed to get up, and found her halter and hot pants, drying in the sun. She waited a few minutes longer, until they were completely dry, then put them on, slipping her feet into her sandals.
"Will I see you again?" Thatch asked, as she was about to go.
"If you really, really want," she nodded, and left.
If he wanted? Hell! He wanted that more than anything else.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although Lenore liked Thatch and wanted to keep his respect, she wasn't going to limit herself strictly to him, and no one else. Heck! She had only started enjoying life. Sure, she was a few years ahead of most girls her age. Heck! She was ahead of many girls considerably older than herself. But that was no reason for her to knuckle under to any single male. Each man was a different cock. And each cock had its own individuality, as different from other pricks as one man's face differed from other men's faces.
Boys like Thatch had an advantage over men like Bob Dithers. Being younger, they had more stamina and seemed able to hold back a little longer. Not only that, but even if they did come prematurely, there was every possibility a person Thatch's age could get it up much more quickly than someone Bob's age.
True, Bob had certain advantages over someone like Thatch. He was more experienced, and as a result knew more ways to make a girl happy. This meant older men, with more experience, might even know more ways to please her. As long as she was discriminating, and was careful with whom she fooled around, the whole world was open to her. She had to make sure her parents never found out. Much as they enjoyed fucking between themselves, they were old-fashioned when it came to having external intercourse. But soon it wouldn't be external any longer. Soon, she would be fucking with her father. Somehow, Lenore was certain of it.
As for the present, she had Bob Dithers every Saturday, though she would prefer something more private than a movie house. She would communicate this desire to Bob. And now she had Thatch on Thursdays, because she'd made up her mind not to give any male more than one day a week. That way, she would eventually be able to have as many as seven different men a week. True, at the moment it was wishful thinking. She was smart enough to realize she had been very lucky, so far. Most men really don't want anything to do with a girl as young as she. She'd heard the expression jailbait used more than once, and had learned it meant any girl under eighteen. No matter how consenting the girl was, it was automatically presumed the male seduced her, and therefore he would have to go to prison. It naturally followed, most men didn't think a good piece of ass, no matter how good, was worth risking jail.
It was Friday, and Lenore had enough sense to stay away from the handball court. In fact, she stayed away from the park, because she knew Thatch would return there in the hope of finding her. She was on the other side of the small town in which she lived, near the high school. The school, itself, was still closed, at least for another week. God! This vacation flew even faster than the
As she walked along, still wearing her yellow halter and hot pants with the matching sandals, her black hair pulled back by a yellow ribbon, she heard a car pull up to the curb. Turning, she saw Rita Gleise, the school nurse at the wheel of the car. Mrs. Gleise was a woman close to forty. It was rumored she had spent her childhood in a concentration camp in Europe, which was why she always seemed to have a hard look on her face. It was a nice face, even if it wasn't stunningly beautiful. She had tinted red hair and eyebrows. Her eyes were a dark brown, and she always seemed to have circles under them. She had a sharp nose, and thin lips. Lenore remembered seeing her in her uniform many times, and from what she recalled, Mrs. Gliese had a nice pair of breasts, a slightly fleshy waist, and an ass that could only be described as waving like a red flag in front of a bull. All the male teachers in school used to look at her ass, wistfully.
"Hello, Lenore," Rite Gliese greeted.
At that moment she wasn't wearing a nurse's uniform, but a rather staid brown dress with short sleeves. Her henna'ed hair had been cut, and she had a slight tan.
"Hi, Mrs. Gliese," Lenore greeted.
"Could I talk with you a few moments?"
"Well, I guess so," Lenore nodded.
"Come over here, sit in the car with me."
Lenore obediently walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Once she'd closed the door, Rita began slowly driving. Every now and again she would cast a quick glance at Lenore as she headed away from the school, going more in the direction of where Richard Thatcher lived.
"Is there anything wrong?" Lenore asked.
"Wrong? No, not really wrong," Rita told her. "But you see, my house happens to be right next door to that of the Thatchers'. And I saw you go into the Thatcher home with Richard, yesterday."
"Well he invited me to go swimming in his pool, in the backyard, and I did," Lenore replied, defensively.
"I know," Rita told her. "You see, I came home from day camp nurse duty early, yesterday. And I heard you and Richard ... well ... shall we say talking. And I became curious, and decided I'd like to see what was going on. And there's a small hole in the foliage separating the Thatcher home from my yard. I peered through, and we both know what I saw."
"I see," Lenore nodded.
"Do you?" Rita asked.
"I suppose you're going to tell my mother."
"Should I?" Rita asked.
Lenore was tempted to beg her not to do it, but thought better of it. Perhaps she got her kicks being sadistic and watching people beg before she went ahead and stuck the knife in.
"If that's what gives you a thrill," Lenore told her.
They rode along silently for awhile, until Rita Gliese pulled her car into the garage attached to her house. Turning off the ignition, she opened her door, and said, "Come with me, Lenore."
Lenore got out of the car as the automatic overhead garage door closed. She followed Rita through the small door into the tidy kitchen. Once inside, Rita turned to her and said, "I don't get thrills from telling on what little girls do."
"I'm not that little, anymore," Lenore insisted. "Gee willikers, I'm starting to grow up."
"So I've noticed," Rita nodded, walking over and putting a light hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps you and I can come to some sort of agreement.
Lenore immediately recognized the touch, even if it was much gentler, and coming from a woman. Golly! It had never even occurred to her two women could do things.
"What kind of agreement?" Lenore asked, deciding to play the game to the hilt.
"Suppose I show you," Rita told her. "What happens in this house has to be between the two of us. If you dare tell anyone, I'll not only emphatically deny it, but I'll tell about you and Richard."
"Okay, okay, it's a big secret," Lenore nodded. "But what is there to be so secretive about?"
"I want you to undress," Rita told her. "Here, now?"
"Here and now," Rita nodded. "I want you to leave your clothing right here in the kitchen. This way, if you should change your mind, you won't be able to suddenly run out of the house."
"Look, Mrs. Gliese, I don't know what you have in mind, but I think I'd rather be with a man."
"What I have in mind entails no pain," Rita assured her. "I promise you, if you open your mind to it, it'll be a lot of fun."
"Well how do I know, once I'm undressed, that you won't grab my clothes and run out and go call the police, or something?"
"Because I'm going to get undressed with you," Rita told her, reaching behind and unzipping her dress. "Now come on, Lenore. Off with everything."
CHAPTER SIX
Totally naked, the two females stared at one another across the kitchen. All things considered, Lenore had to admit the older woman had a lovely figure, even if she was a bit broad in the beam. Her tits were heavy and hung a little, but not that much. They were still round, and fairly firm, with dark brown nipples surrounded by equally chocolate aureolae.
"What about your husband?" Lenore asked.
"Matt? He comes home for lunch," Rita admitted. "Usually I'm not even home. But today's Friday, and someone else is covering for me at the camp."
"I mean, what'll he say when he sees us like this?"
"Matt's very open-minded," Rita told her. "He's also very discreet," she insisted, taking Lenore into the bedroom.
It was a plush bedroom, with a huge king-sized bed against the opposite walk There were mirrors all around, and Lenore noted the covers on the bed had been pulled back, as if Rita Gliese had planned all this.
"I don't know," Lenore insisted. "I mean, the more people who know about this, the less I like
"Only the three of us will know," Rita assured her, her own voice now very husky with sensuality. "Besides, if you ask, Matt might even join in."
"Oh?"
Suddenly Rita grabbed Lenore and kissed her flush on the mouth, pressing her tongue against Lenore's closed lips as a man might Lenore was completely taken by surprise, feeling the fervidity of the kiss. Rita wanted more than mere fooling around. She wanted to be a lover. And she was already taking the active role.
"Hey!" Lenore gasped, when Rita finally released her mouth.
"Don't pretend you didn't like it," Rita snapped. "I could tell from the way you responded you did like it. Now I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to have you lie down on the bed, and then I'm going to lick that sweet pussy of yours until you shriek for me to stop. And we both know you're going to love it. And if Matt comes home while we're in the bedroom, here, we'll make him watch and wait. That way, if you feel like having some cock after we're finished, he'll be all yours."
Lenore's blood began racing. It was true Rita didn't have a penis, but that was all she lacked. Anything else and everything else done by the males who had been with her could be done by Rita Gliese. She was sure Rita had it in mind for her to do some pussy eating, as well. It would be something very different for her. Yet if eating her cunt could arouse Bob and Thatch and now Rita, there was no reason why she shouldn't be aroused eating Rita's cunt. The woman's proximity, as they had walked into the bedroom, let Lenore know Rita kept herself fastidiously clean. And she had taken a steamy bath earlier that morning, herself.
"Let's not waste any time," Rita said, her voice still heavy with lust. "Kiss me, and this time, you do the kissing."
Lenore embraced the older woman, feeling the two heavy tits press into her own flat chest. The half-swollen nipples rubbed into her body, creating new feelings of delight, feelings she had never known before. Her lips sought Rita's, and found them.
Lenore found herself enjoying the kiss, which surprised her. She'd never thought she would like kissing a female with the same intensity and desire as kissing a male. Tasting Rita's mouth, minty and fresh, made her hungry for the older woman's tongue, and when Rita finally surrendered the digit, Lenore began chewing on it, sucking it, tasting it, enjoying it.
This was Rita's first experience with a girl young as Lenore. Now she was the older woman making love to the younger woman. Now she would take the lead. And looking at the sweet, lissome body of the luscious young girl, she decided she had chosen well. For all her youth, Lenore seemed to have a natural heat inside her Rita immediately recognized. Rita had been born with the same natural heat inside her.
Herself well-stacked, Rita knew it would only be a matter of two or three years before Lenore developed a full set of lovely jugs. As Lenore lay down, she knelt by the side of the bed, tugging the young girl around so she lay width wise, her shapely calves draped over the older woman's shoulders, her buttocks right at the edge. Rita's arms wrapped themselves around Lenore's thighs. Her hand reached over the thighs and dipped into the crevice between, her thumbs parting the wet lips of the moist vagina staring directly into her face, mere inches away.
"Ooooooooh...." Lenore shuddered as her youthful body began writhing.
Rita pursed her lips and blew cool air into the seething lips, making the young girl's ass bounce on the bed.
"That's what's called a real blowjob, sweetie. Now let me know how this feels to you."
Releasing the pouting labia, Rita watched the swollen flaps of flesh remain slightly parted, due to a combination of excitement and the width of her thighs as they embraced Rita's shoulders. Rita became more and more tense, breathing stertorously now as she stared into the full-fleshed lips of the pulsing pussy. Then she slowly pressed her face forward, tongue sticking out. Her mouth opened just enough to match the opening of Lenore's quim as she blew hard, forcing air deep into the young girl's feminine depths. The noise was almost a vulgar sound, but knowing just what created it made Lenore even more aroused, and the young girl began thrashing wildly about, kicking her heels against Rita's back. The young girl had never felt anything like it, but she realized she was learning something new every day.
Thrill followed thrill, rocketing through her tender body as the loud, splatting noises continued, followed by periods of silence, when all one could hear was a series of continual slurping sounds as the older woman's licking tongue leaped into the tender pink gap of pussy, dredging out the heavy flow of pussy juice. Lenore's head spun wildly from side to side as she gasped in accompaniment to the loud slobbering noises.
"Sheesh!" she gasped. "Oh Rita! You're really something else."
Lenore's slender young body writhed and squirmed. Her long thighs kicked out and her heels continued raining kicks on the older woman's back. But Rita seemed to never notice.
Rita's hands were now reaching up and pressing against Lenore's flat chest, rubbing the girl's tender little nipples, pinching them, making the girl gasp even more. Her shoulders pressed into the roundness of Lenore's small, tender buttocks as her arms pressed warmly into the flesh of Lenore's ribs. Her tongue began working like a rapid-fire machine gun, licking, dredging and draining.
"Ooooooooh! Lenore gasped. "Oh this is wonderful ... uhhhhh ... really wonderful ... ohhhhhhh...."
Her body rolled wildly on the bed, sometimes doing a ninety degree spin to the side before returning to the flat-on-her-back position. And Rita stayed with her every little roll.
A small climax began working its way into Lenore's body, and long before she could think to gasp out the words to let Rita know what was happening, she shrieked a "YEEEEEEE A AAAGGGHHHH!" and blasted a pint of lubrication straight into the older woman's face. Her bare crotch rubbed violently against Rita's gasping mouth as her hands began pressing on the tinted red hair. Having seen the brown curls on Rita's crotch, Lenore now knew for a fact the older woman's hair was dyed.
Rita released Lenore's nipples for a moment, and even as her tongue continued lapping into the young girl's fragrant split, her fingers slid beneath the girl's asscheeks and gathered the slimy juices falling down in great rivulets. Soon she had all her fingers thoroughly soaked in the fluid. Rita noticed the flow from Lenore's cunt was heavy and thick, and very oily. It wasn't the delicate lubricating unction many females had, causing more than a little friction when cocks were finally pushed into their cunts. This girl spilled a 10-40W grade of oil for perfect lubricity. With her fingers now totally bathed in the liqueous substance, she reached up and began massaging Lenore's tender, tiny nipples again. The feeling of her own lubrication there made the young girl gasp even more, building new, heavy fires in her young body.
Gasping, her chest strongly heaving, Lenore lifted herself up on her elbows and forearms, staring down at the red hair working up and down between her thighs. She felt the slavering tongue stab in and out of her with the sharpness of a well-honed razor, and the coldness of an icicle. And the face of the older woman pressed deeply into her leaking crack, the nose rubbing up and down against her tingling clitoris.
Rita tasted the nectar dripping from the young girl's cunt, letting it all drain into her throat. At one point, she stopped lapping and came up for air. Her eyes ran along the length of the girl's body, and she was reminded of her own, not-so-pleasant childhood, where girl's didn't have rich, curvaceous little bodies, but were rather on the bony side. She wished she could have a childhood with the pleasant things this young girl was enjoying. She felt jealous. And yet it wasn't the girl's fault. Lenore could hardly be held to blame for the terrible horrors she had undergone.
"Golly," Lenore was saying, when Rita looked into her eyes. "I envy you. You have a nice, big pair of tits. You can not only play with them, but you could probably lean down and suck them. I have nothing there, yet."
"You can do other things," Rita assured her, feeling ashamed for having been jealous of the young girl.
"Like what?" Lenore asked.
Rita reached out, took the young girl's hand, and rubbed her fingers in the leaking flood pouring from her vagina.
"Now," Rita told her, "you can lick your fingers and discover what you really taste like. It's a lot of fun."
"Ummmm," Lenore sighed, licking her fingers. "I taste good. Tell me, do you do that to yourself?"
"Yes," Rita admitted. "I do it all the time because I enjoy the way I taste. But I have to admit, you taste wonderful, too."
Rita touched Lenore's clitoris with her fingertip and massaged it a little. The girl was so sweetly naive for all her enjoyment of sex. It was wonderful and refreshing to encounter a person who could only think in terms of enjoying herself, and not that she was violating some law, or causing someone else to violate anything. Whatever they did, they did because it was sheer enjoyment, and the girl's innocence seemed to be rubbing off on Rita.
"You know," Rita told her. "I wish we ... well ... lived next door. No, no, I wish for more than that. I wish we could go on living in the same house ... sleeping together in the same bed...."
"Well we sure wouldn't be getting much sleep," Lenore laughed, a light, tinkling child's laugh. "But I'll bet it'd cut way down on your food bill, with you eating me for breakfast, lunch, and supper all the time."
"I'm being serious," Rita told her, her finger pressing a little harder against Lenore's shuddering clitoris. "I know it could never happen, but I was just voicing a wish out loud. I like being with you." And she knelt her head between Lenore's thighs and blew a long, soft, cool breath of air into the young girl's trembling pussy. "But I was hoping this wouldn't be a one-time thing," she said, her voice trembling.
Lenore paused to think, even as Rita continued blowing air into her young vagina. It might be nice to have a lesbianic experience one day a week, if only to indulge in something different. Besides, Mrs. Gliese-Rita-had offered Lenore the use of her husband, as well. That could turn out to be something very interesting, being alternately fucked and eaten by a husband and wife.
"I ... uhhhhhh ... think we could do something ... uhhhhh ... on Fridays," Lenore gasped, as the other woman's tongue licked her shuddering clitoris lightly.
Rita's mouth continued working on her tingling clit, while her fingers. went to work pulling and pinching the young girl's nipples. This made Lenore writhe all the more as another minor orgasm suddenly overtook her, making her body shudder as she gasped a short, "UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
The tiny climax washed over her, then settled somewhere inside her, and she floated back to reality, seeing the satisfaction on Rita's dripping face.
"You aren't all lessie, are you?" Lenore asked. "I mean, if you have a husband, you must enjoy him, as well."
"Well, I have to admit I like sucking on a good, solid, thick male stick now and again," Rita admitted, letting her hands slide under the pillowlike shapes of the girl's rounded buttocks. "Odd, but I've never really cheated on my husband. He's the only male I've ever been with. Perhaps I'm afraid to go with other men. One of the reasons I enjoy Matt so much is my ability to dominate him in bed. I like to be the one in control, at all times. You might say, my husband las never fucked me. Rather I'm the one who's fucked him, instead."
"I'd love watching that," Lenore told her, gasping as Rita's hands dug in underneath, lifting her asscheeks from the mattress. "I've never seen a woman actually fuck a man."
Lenore's head hit the mattress as she shut her mouth, while Rita's head moved lower and her stabbing tongue reached out to once again lap at the entire flat plane of pussy before her. Lenore's young thighs parted all the more widely, resting once again on Rita's shoulders. Rita lanced her dripping tongue across the hairless pubis, tasting the pink meat as her oral digit ran down the shuddering pussycrack.
"Ooooooooh yessssssss!" Lenore hissed, as Rita's tongue suddenly rose and lodged at the apex of her inner labia, lapping at the tremendously sensitive clitoris. "More, more, more," Lenore began begging. "Don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep doing it that way ... uhhhhhh ... I'm ... ahh ... going to come ... ooooooooooh ... again ... "
And again and again, and again, Rita thought, deliberately pressing the tip of her tongue against the minute hole between Lenore's clitoris and vaginal entryway, titillating the little tract from where the girl urinated. Then the flat tongu swathed its way up the right, inner labia, and dow the left inner one.
Now Lenore was gasping, sobbing, and crying writhing madly, trying to pull away from th torturing tongue touching all her oversensitive areas at once. But no matter what she did, Rita tongue was still there, wildly lapping away Somehow she knew Rita was aware of he oversensitivity at that point, and the idea of oral thrashing the girl into total submission seemed be uppermost in her mind. Lenore wanted to finis and yet...? The tongue seemed magnetical stuck to her tender, thrilled, sensuous hole. She realized she was hopelessly trapped by the lapping tongue, wanting it to stop, yet not wanting it to stop. The tongue seemed to be sinking more deeply into her each time Rita lapped out with it, rubbing against the upper wall of her vaginal causeway, pushing deeper and deeper, as if trying to reach all the way to her cervix. Each thrust made Lenore break out with more perspiration as her young, girlish body rolled from side to side on the bed, her thighs tightly closed around the older woman's face.
Rita thrilled to the taste of the young girl's rich, pink flesh. Her nose enjoyed rubbing against the bald pelvis. She wished her husband were there at that moment, so he could do to her what she was doing to Lenore. For a man, Matt was very good when it came to eating her pussy. True there was nothing like a woman for knowing the needs of another woman, and women had lapped her cunt with more expertise than most men, knowing how she felt, and where the tenderest spots were. Yet Matt had come to know her fairly well, too. His tongue was heavier than that of the women, but it found the right places, and it licked until it had done a more than satisfactory job of eating her.
Ripples of wild passion went through the older woman's unattended body. God! Something had to be done, and soon. She hadn't realized it, but this fresh, young girl had aroused her much more quickly than she would have believed, and she was making her that much hotter, that much more quickly. It was a quandary.
Lifting Lenore's sweet ass a little higher, Rita's tongue now slithered against the very bottom of the girl's tantalizing pink slot. Rita's tongue seemed to slurp dynamically into that area before slithering out and running across her perineum. There, the tongue lapped strongly, teasing sensitive nerve-endings most people weren't aware existed. This made Lenore buck all the more tremulously.
And then the cool, stabbing tongue lanced into Lenore's asscrack, making the girl squeal with delight. The icy lingual digit slid further and further between the rounded buttocks, until it came into contact with the girl's ultra-sensitive asshole. When Lenore felt the tongue touch the lip of her anus, she began kicking her heels incessantly against Rita's spine.
Rita tugged the tender asscheeks farther apart, until she could see the clear definition of the anal crater, slightly pinched and seeming to pulsate, synchronizing its twitches to the throbs of the other erogenous areas of her delicate young body. And then Rita's tongue began probing, forcing itself against the hot pucker until the anal muscles relaxed and allowed it entry. The tongue stiffened, forming a scoop, and lanced even deeper, and Rita felt the hot anal cavern close around the tip. She thrust her tongue even deeper, her own left hand reaching between her thighs and massaging her aching clitoris. She didn't know why this young girl excited her so, but the fact was, Lenore seemed to reach her as she hadn't been touched in many years.
Lenore was gasping, feeling the thrilling sensation of shivering ice as Rita's tongue moved a little deeper into her rectal depths. She felt as if a stalagmite were being speared up into her asshole, reaching up her spine.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yesssss...." Lenore gasped. "That tongue of yours feels like a slender, wet cock. Ohhhhhhh yesssss ... thrust that ... uhhhhhhh ... cocklike tongue of yours into my ... ahhhhhh ... ass ... ohhhhhhhhh...."
She moaning with languid sounds of gasping pleasure, her body writhing in the throes of a kind of intercourse. Her hands wanted to reach down, between her thighs, to tug Rita's face all the more solidly against her body, but the angle of her thighs prevented her from being able to do that. Instead, she felt her shoulders being pressed into the mattress as her thighs rested on Rita's shoulders, while the older woman's mouth continued pressing against her rectal orifice.
"God! God! God!" the young girl began gasping, her mind befuddled by the thrilling enjoyment of it all. "That tongue of yours is really ... uhhhh ... something ... ohhhhhhhh! It's fucking my asshole ... arrgghh ... I love it ... ooooh ... I love having a tongue fuck my ... ahhhhhhhhhh ... asssssssssss ... love that tongue ... oooooooooh ... wonderful tongue ... ahhhhhhhh ... marvelous tongue...."
Rita was barely able to hear what the young girl was saying, but it was both, stimulating and arousing. It made her lap all the more aggressively, lancing her tongue even deeper into the rectal aperture. Her own thighs were tightly clamped around the hand she had buried between them. Her ass humped up and down against her pressing digits, making her body feel even more hyper-tense. Her breasts seemed to be squashed into the side of the bed as she continued pressing her hungry mouth to the young girl's squeezing asshole. Each time Lenore rammed her ass against Rita's face, ramming the woman's nose into the dripping recesses of her cunt, Rita also pushed forward, and her breasts flattened themselves against the mattress. The pressure of her breasts against the mattress must have been painful, yet Rita continued pressing her lapping tongue into the anal depths of the younger girl without making any kind of complaint.
Rita's thighs tightened even more against the hand pressing between it. The finger she had pressed to her clitoris seemed to rub all the harder, and her stomach muscles rippled continuously. Seeing these movements, Lenore realized everything was being timed according to the way the older woman lapped into her dripping ass. Rita was starting to have her own series of mini-climaxes, but because her face was jammed so tightly against Lenore's ass, there was no way she could yell out her satisfaction.
"Uuuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" Lenore gasped. "Ohhhhhhhhh wowwwwwwww! You almost make me want to ... oooooooooh ... give up men...."
Her fists began thrashing on the bed as her arms hit the mattress with a solid series of thuds. Her pelvic bone seemed to scrunch up as she prepared for an all-time high in oral-caused orgasms. "Now," she screamed out ... "nowwww ... into my pussy ... lap my cunt as well as my ... unnnnnnhhhh ... assssss...."
Lenore went on discoursing in loud shrieks, and Rita tugged her talented oral digit from the girl's tight asshole with a squishy "thukkk" sound. The tongue immediately began lapping up across the perineum again. She pulled her hand from between her own thighs, and with her other hand parted Lenore's juicing pussy all the more widely. Now Lenore could grab the older woman's hair, pulling her face more securely against her creaming pussy.
"Rita ... you wonderful ... uhhhhhh ... pussy eater," Lenore gasped, her head thrashing wildly from side to side. "Ohhhhhh Goddd, I wish you had a cock. Oh Golly! How I wish you had a cock you could stab into me right now ... uhhhhh ... a hot ... oooooh ... long ... aarrgghhh ... throbbing cock. Oh Wowwwwwwww! Fuck me with that ... uhhhhhh ... tongue, Rita."
Lenore continued chanting as Rita sank her face into the widely stretched depths of her girl's tight vagina. The cords in the older woman's neck seemed to stand out as she applied her tongue to all the sensitive areas. Rita lapped, licked, teased, tickled, and sucked at the inner flesh of the overly aroused twelve year old girl's seething pussy. The working mouth sucked so strongly, it seemed to be pulling out all the fluids as they were being manufactured.
YAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the sleek girl began screaming, thrashing even more wildly, kicking Rita's back so hard the poor woman would have bruises there for more than a week. "No more...." Lenore screamed. No more ... UUUUHHHHHHH!"
But now Rita realized she had total control over the young girl. She had feared having lost that control for a few minutes, but now, as her tongue continued slurping into the steaming depths of the girl's throbbing nookie, she heard the girl begging and pleading to be left alone.
Rita took her palms from the white, slender thighs of the young girl and rammed both hands between her own thighs, pressing against the mousy brown curls there. She rubbed her fingers back and forth, frigging herself continuously. She rubbed so hard, she had another series of small, unsatisfactory orgasms. Though her mind was not content, her cunt seemed more than pleased, because heavy quantities of her own liquid began pouring out of her, dripping down her thighs, and falling onto the bedroom carpet, where, like thousands of ounces of fluid previously pouring from her pussy, it would dry and disappear.
And then Rita's mouth was off Lenore's dripping tunnel. Her eyes looked wild with desire and she crawled up on the bed beside the girl, extending her tongue, aiming it at Lenore's mouth.
"Suck off that wonderful fluid from inside you," she gasped, probing with her tongue toward Lenore's open lips. "Kiss me and suck all the pussy juice from my mouth."
Rita's full breasts were all red with the punishment of having been pushed into the mattress. Now they sprang free for a moment, before pressing themselves into Lenore's tender flesh. Rita's long tongue reached into Lenore's young mouth, licking the girl's tongue, lapping at the insides of her cheeks, touching her palate, and tantalizing her teeth and gums. At the same time she reached for Lenore's crotch with her hand, slamming two fingers into the heated depths of the girl's muff. At the same time, Lenore reached down with her hand, and for the first time in her young life, felt between a person's thighs only to find a hole, just like the one she had. Only this hole had moss surrounding it.
Lenore's mouth gripped the tongue licking into it. Her lips compressed around it as they might have around a solid cock. She began nodding her head back and forth with her lips tightly gripping the tongue, as if expecting the oral digit to suddenly spurt semen into her mouth.
Rita enjoyed it. Thinking of her own tongue as a cock made her feel as if she were the dominant party. And considering this was the twelve year old Lenore's first experience with another woman, Rita had every right to feel dominant.
The bodies of the two females continued writhing together on the bed, their buttocks wide open as their crotches humped up and down on the fingers inserted in the dripping cunts. The older woman's tits pressed firmly into the body of the younger girl's flat chest, nipples rubbing against nipples. Their puckered anuses seemed to open and close with their breathing. But through it all, Lenore continued sucking on Rita's tongue as if it were some kind of throbbing penis. Rita merely kept her tongue fully extended, and Lenore pursed her lips around it and moved her head up and down, up and down, up and down.
The two females were making all kinds of climactic sighs, indicating to one another how much each was enjoying what was happening. And even when their shuddering, nude, perspiring torsos slowed down and no longer wriggled furiously against one another, Lenore continued her maddening sucking of Rita's tongue.
Damn! Rita thought. I'm going to come. I'm going to come having my tongue sucked.
And that was precisely what happened. The overpowering pressure suddenly built up in her seething pussy, partially because her own fingers were still jammed between her cuntlips, and with her extended tongue still locked between Lenore's lips, she yelled a "GGGAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!"
Lenore felt Rita's tongue stiffen even more, and then move a little, as if pulsating, as if the tongue itself was ejaculating something. And the pressure of the swollen digit, touching sensual areas in her mouth, made Lenore feel another climax. This one began in her throat, of all places, and worked its way down into her body, making her twitch and shudder. Rita felt a tremendous buildup of saliva suddenly pour out of her mouth and flood the younger girl's throat. And Lenore got the impression the tongue was actually shooting into her mouth, thereby enhancing her own orgasm, considerably.
And then Rita was stabbing her stiffened oral digit even deeper, as if trying to clog Lenore's throat with it. And then, she suddenly yanked it from Lenore's mouth, almost making a popping noise as she withdrew it. Abruptly, Lenore was jamming her open mouth against Rita's, actively seeking to gain possession of the tongue, and at the same time swallowing more gobs of saliva. To her, it seemed to flow into her mouth like thick globs of masculine semen.
There was the sound of the front door opening and closing. The bedroom door was still wide open, and Lenore raised her head for a moment.
"It's my husband," Rita assured her. "Don't worry. I can delay him if you wish, while you dress. Or, if you really want, you can use him."
"You won't feel bad about it?" Lenore asked, her childish eyes wide and questioning.
"No," Rita assured her. "There's no reason for me to feel bad about it. You were good for me. There's no reason why you shouldn't be good for Matt, as well. Think you can handle a good, stud cock?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Lenore nodded. "Please!"
"Well then, let's get him heated up by letting him really see something when he walks in here."
"What shall we do?" Lenore asked.
"A good old-fashioned soixante-neuf ought to be just the right thing. Okay?"
"What's that?" the young girl asked.
"Each of us lapping each other's pussies."
"Terrif!" Lenore nodded.
The two females spread themselves out lengthwise on the bed, with Rita burying her face in Lenore's cunt, and Lenore unhesitatingly sinking her mouth into Rita's humid pussy. This was Lenore's first experience gobbling a cunt, and she suddenly found herself enjoying it, immensely. The rich, creamy taste of Rita's pulsing vagina thrilled her taste buds, and she lapped all the harder, thrusting her tongue as far into the sopping cave as it would go. She licked fervidly, making the older woman respond by doing some heavy oral work, herself. The more she lapped, the more she could understand why men were so anxious to drink from the feminine fountain. She had tasted her own hot cunt juice on her fingers, earlier, and she realized Rita was right about all women tasting different. Not that either Rita or herself tasted better or worse; just different. And that difference made the eating of Rita's throbbing juicebox all the more enjoyable.
Even though Rita's thighs surrounded her ears, they weren't pressing tightly, and she was aware of the sound of footsteps walking into the room.
"Well, well," the nasal voice of Matt Gliese said. "What have we here. This looks interesting."
Lenore could hear the sound of shoes thumping to the floor as the bed shifted down on one side. Obviously he was sitting on the edge. This was confirmed a moment later, when she heard his voice say, "It really is a treat to watch two such accomplished females go into action like this. Just looking at the two of you gets me really going. I hope you girls won't mind if I join in."
"Well," Rita said, as he rose to take off his pants. "You certainly took a long time getting home. We were really balling up a storm. Poor Lenore, here, has been aching to feel that solid prong of yours."
"Isn't she a bit young for this sort of thing?" Matt asked, still hurriedly undressing.
"Not at all," Rita assured him. "And she knows how to keep her mouth shut when it's not sucking on something tantalizing. Besides, since when have you really cared about the age of a girl. You'd fuck an infant if you thought your cock would fit into one.
"Just being cautious," Matt told her, dropping his boxer shorts.
Lenore saw Matt Gliese had a nice cock. It wasn't as thick as her father's, nor was it as long as that of Bob Dithers, but it was a handsome tool, and looked like it had seen many a sexual battle. If there was a slight look of wear and tear to it, Lenore knew it had to be from his having used it so often, either pleasing his wife, or pleasing himself on other females Rita had brought home. In any case, if Rita was really serious about wanting to be with her, and if Matt turned out to be any good with his throbbing masterpiece, Lenore was certain she could arrange Fridays with them. Besides, Mrs. Gliese, being an adult woman, might be able to arrange for the purchase of the Pill for her, thereby preventing any untoward accidents should she not be able to douche on time.
Looking at Matt Gliese, Lenore decided he wasn't at all bad-looking. He was a little on the pudgy side, but not really heavy or fat. Because his body was soft, he seemed to have larger breasts than she. But that hard cock of his was some stunning masterpiece. There was no doubt Lenore was entranced by it. And being married to Rita, the man certainly would know how to use it.
"Please," Lenore whispered. "Let him use it on me. Please!"
"Certainly," Rita nodded. "We'll make it an interesting threesome. Matt, you lie down on your back and let that marvelous instrument of yours just stand up. Then Lenore here, will fit her really tight pussy over it, crushing it to death as she sits on you. And I'll join in, too."
"Just as long as I get that hot, hard staff jammed into me," Lenore insisted. "That's all I want."
Threesomes was an idea totally new to Lenore. She wasn't certain how she might really like it. At first, when she had come home with Rita, it had seemed intriguing. Now she wasn't quite so sure. What really bothered her was Rita's domination of everything. Although she had never ridden on a cock before, she wasn't exactly a dummy. As long as the prong remained stiff, she would eventually be able to fit it into her tightness. In this position, she would be doing most of the work. Unlike Rita, she enjoyed being fucked; not doing the fucking. She wanted to lie flat on her back and have Matt Gliese ram his thick hunk of solid gristle into the gooey confines of her tight pussy, and pump away. Domination was really something that never hung heavily on Lenore's mind. Perhaps she thought about it once or twice, but she soon realized it wasn't that important. What was important was the derivation of total pleasure from the act.
"Come on," Rita insisted, breaking into Lenore's thought, taking complete control of the situation. "Just sit down. It's pointed straight toward its delicious little target. Just sit straight down and ride for your life. And when you're finished, I'll take the same kind of ride."
Lenore slowly began sinking down, feeling the thickness of the upstanding pike start to slowly part her tight outer labia. At the same time, Rita, facing Lenore, slowly sat on her husband's chest, the backs of her knees pressing into his armpits.
Her calves were back and under his shoulders. The shining passion in her eyes became all the brighter as she saw the lust-filled Lenore sinking down a bit more. When she felt the hard nose of the blunted cock shifting a little, Lenore reached down with her hand and grabbed it, adjusting it, aiming it once again on target.
"Like it?" Rita asked, reaching out and gently putting her hands on Lenore's shoulders.
"Uh hugh!" Lenore gasped, more than responded, as she moved a bit lower, feeling the knobby nose of the cock part her outer labia and twitch its way between them.
"Unngghh!" Matt gasped.
"Yes dear," Rita whispered. "Don't worry. I'll suck it later. Right now, just let the nice girl ride you and fuck you."
Matt was in no position to respond, with Rita's wet, hot, slushy cunt pressed down into his mouth. His hands had tugged her full, round asscheeks apart so his tongue could alternate between the larger recess of her dripping cunt, and the narrow rictus of her tight asshole. His mouth automatically worked, his tongue licking and his lips sucking as he dredged more of the copious fluids from his wife's internal oven.
Rita was facing Lenore, and reaching out, she grabbed the young girl's hands and brought them to her full, round breasts. Lenore was more than happy for the opportunity to play with Rita's boobs, pulling the long, thick dark nipples between her thumbs and fingers, making the brown eraser-like tips stretch even more. Hot blood flooded into the nipples, and Lenore could feel the way they shuddered to her teasing.
"Kiss me," Rita begged of Lenore.
The young girl reached out and wrapped her arms around Rita, pulling the older woman's upper torso close to hers. Their mouths slammed together like brass workings, and the contact made Lenore shudder and bounce on the hard cock, while Rita's hot ass writhed and rotated all over her husband's face, feeling his leaping tongue stab into the pocket of her cunt, only to withdraw so it could slither into the juicy tightness of her spit-wet asshole.
There was a dresser mirror over to her right, and Lenore could see herself and Rita sitting on the erotic husband who was doing his best to care for the burning arousal of both women at the same time. And when she and Rita extended their tongues and began swapping saliva, it looked doubly erotic.
Rita began bucking her lower half back and forth, feeling the flat of her husband's tongue ride across the split of her juicing pussy, while at the same time his hands were reaching out and rubbing the flat nipples of the young girl. He chewed on his wife's cuntlips as he humped his own stolid stanchion into the tight compression of the girl's steaming vagina.
Now it was Lenore's turn to stiffen her tongue and stab it into Rita's mouth, and Rita began sucking on her tongue the way Lenore had slurped on hers, earlier. She pretended it was a slimy cock, and sucked hard. Her arms clutched the girl tightly to her, while Lenore's arms held Rita close.
Each time Lenore rode down, the driving spike of cock rammed up into her belly, causing her sucking cuntlips to fold in on the heavy stick. And each time she rode up, her aroused pussylips seemed to be pulled out. The leeching pinkness had turned to carmine as blood had rushed to fill the many sacs hidden in her mucous membranes. Each time she rode down on the throbbing penis, Lenore stabbed her tongue all the deeper into Rita's mouth, and each time she rode up, she all but withdrew the tongue. But the pressure with which she rammed her tongue into Rita's mouth let the latter know she was rapidly approaching her orgasmic zenith.
Less than a second later, it happened. With her extended tongue locked in Rita's mouth, Lenore tightened her entire body, her knees applying tremendous pressure to Matt's hips.
"GGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" she gurgled and screeched as her entire torso tensed up, and she began wildly shuddering. Her hands gripped Rita to her all the more tightly, and she could feel Rita sucking her tongue that much more strongly.
The pressure seemed too much for Rita, whose husband was lapping her vaginal entryway with such mad abandon, all control was suddenly lost. The climax welled up inside her before she quite realized she was having one, and it caused her to open her own mouth and release Lenore's stiff tongue. But Lenore merely stabbed it all the deeper, and Rita's climax sounded like a long, loud, " ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
What neither of them had been aware of, was the presence of the man fucking them. Each had come to think of him as a necessity to bring them to satisfaction, but neither had regarded him as something quite human. Now he proved his humanity by shouting his own climax into his wife's vaginal cauldron, screaming, "YAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" And the sound shuddered up through Rita's tight twat, making her own orgasm more intense as he fired his sperm straight up into Lenore's flaming pussy, drenching her with his seed, enhancing her orgasm. All three hit the ionosphere in no time flat, and then slowly, very slowly, drifted back to earth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lenore was a very happy girl. Now she had her Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays filled. And Rita Gliese had promised to put in a supply of contraceptive pills for her. It was a wonderful dream coming true.
That night, Friday night, and the next night Saturday night, the old dream returned to her. She was able to remember that when she was a little girl, the dream frightened her. Now, as an older girl, there was no longer anything frightening about the dream. And now she could recall it in its entirety.
Now, in her dream, she was her present age, a her present development, except for her height. She was still as short as she had been when she'd first started having this particular dream.
She was alone in the house with her daddy, her mommy having gone out for some reason or other Her daddy looked younger in her dream, with a full head of brown hair. And whenever he looked at her, his eyes always seemed to shine. He had given her some ice cream, and she had spilled it on her new dress. Her daddy had insisted she take the dress off so he could put it, and her undies in the washing machine. But she had still gone on eating the ice cream. And she continued spilling the ice cream all over her naked belly. Some of it even dripped down between her thighs. Had her mommy been there, she would have taken a washcloth and cleaned her off. But her daddy made her lie down, his big head looming over her like a huge sun. And then he had licked the ice cream off her body, starting at her belly, even licking higher for awhile and touching her nipples, making her laugh. And then he had licked lower, and when he had started licking between her thighs, and she'd felt that cold, funny feeling, she had wanted him to stop. But he wouldn't stop. All the other times she had cried out for him to stop, and she had awakened it a cold sweat. This time, she urged him not to stop. She loved the cold flame of his tongue, licking her pussy again and again, bringing her to the edge of a climax. This time, when she awoke, it was in a cold sweat for having awakened before she could come.
Now she wondered if that was what she had been afraid of all those other times she'd had the dream. Being unfamiliar with the climactic sensation, and suddenly feeling it crawl up on her, did she fear it would hurt her in some way?
What a wonderful dream. But why should she dream her daddy was licking her pussy? And why should she dream it so early in life? The whole thing was crazy. There were a lot of questions for which she had no answers. All she did know was, she wanted to get her daddy to fuck her. And she was aware of the short fuse her father had when it came to sex. She knew he hadn't been faithful to her mother, but then, her mother hadn't been faithful, either. She was the only one aware of the infidelities of her two parents, having walked into her father's office one day before he had arrived back from lunch. When she'd heard him coming, she'd decided to hide in the closet and surprise him. But when she saw him walk in with a gorgeous brunette, then lock the door, and proceed to bang the ass off her, she had no illusions about his even pretending to be faithful. On the other hand, she didn't comdemn him for it, either. She knew he didn't love the woman. He was simply satisfying a physical urge with her. She had even heard her father say something to the effect that as much as he loved his wife, she wasn't always around when he needed action. And if he didn't have someone like his secretary around, he would go out looking for the first cunt he could find She'd also heard him confide to the brunette that his own daughter was growing up to be one helluva sexy piece, and if he didn't watch himself, he would one day try getting into her, probably scaring the shit out of the kid.
And that was when Lenore realized she wanted her father to fuck her. All the time she subsequently watched him fuck her mother, she kept wishing it was herself. And now she knew she was very close to having him get into her.
Then there was the time she walked into the house and heard her mother in the process of being fucked by two teenage boys who lived in the neighborhood. It made sense to her, even though she knew her mother was unaware of her father's extra-marital activities. Her father would also be unaware of what her mother was doing, and as long as the two of them could screw without the other finding out about it, good luck to them. Lenore had no intention of telling on either one of them and possibly breaking up a happy household.
In fact, it was her mother's two erstwhile teenage lovers who finally caused her father to fuck her. And it happened that Sunday.
Lenore was feeling very fulfilled, because she and Bob Dithers had spent the previous day in a motel room, fucking up a storm. And afterward, she had come home and douched herself out, hiding the rubber bag before her parents came home.
That Sunday, her parents decided to go to the movies, but Lenore had already seen the picture, and so she begged off. Ralph Carter felt it was all right to leave his daughter at home, alone, and so took his wife, and left.
It was a hot, humid day, and Lenore didn't feel like meandering around. Heck! It was too hot for anything like that. It was even too hot to go swimming. So she lay in her backyard, on a chaise, relaxing in the shade. She was wearing a pink halter with matching shorts, and for awhile fell asleep in the chaise.
The sound of male laughter made her open her eyes. There were two teenage boys; the same two with whom her mother had made love. They had come looking for her mother, hoping she would be home while her father would be out, somewhere. Instead, when they'd hopped the high hedge, all they'd found was the sleeping Lenore.
She never did learn their last names, but the tall blond one was Sean. He would have been handsome, had his face not been covered with pimples. The other one was Louie. Louie was short, dark, and had a mean streak in him. She had seen him beat up some kids in school when they had been rough with one of his friends. He was also nice-looking, and both boys had trim bodies. She could see how her mother had flipped over them. Both were sixteen years old, like Richard Thatcher, but neither one had his even temper.
"Hey, look at this," Louie was saying, standing over Lenore. "The rooster and the hen are away, but we find the young chick. Betcha she has the same hot blood as her mother."
"No bet," the one called Sean replied.
"Hey, I'll bet we could have a lotta fun with her," Louie told the other, winking.
"I think you and I have different ideas of fun," Lenore said, defensively.
"Well then, I think we oughtta make some changes and teach you the meaning of the word 'fun,'" Sean insisted.
"You boys better get out of here," Lenore said, feeling frightened.
"Not a chance," Louie smirked, and reaching out, literally tore her pink halter top from her body.
Lenore's hands reflexively covered her nipples as her arms crossed on her chest. Sean laughed, reached down, and grabbed her wrists, uncrossing her arms.
"Jeez," Louie laughed. "The kid ain't got nothing to hide."
Lenore's chest was heaving in a kind of panic. She didn't know what to do. If she screamed, there was only half a chance someone might hear her, but there was a very definite chance the two boys would hurt her.
"I'm telling you," Sean was saying, staring at the girl's tiny nipples. "This chick is gonna have nice tits, and it won't be too long from now."
Lenore, looking over her head, could see the bulge in the crotch of his shorts. In fact, from the position in which she was watching, she could see more than a bulge. The pressure of the pants forced the shorts away from the boy's body, and he wasn't wearing any underwear beneath. She could see the pinkness of his balls and the whiteness of his staff. It was a long, skinny cock.
When Lenore tried sitting up, Sean's grip on her wrists held her down a little longer. Finally he let her get up. When she got to her feet, he grabbed one of her hands and pressed it to his crotch, saying, "Feel it, kid. Feel a real cock and know it's hard because of you. You're a real prick-tease."
"Let me go," Lenore insisted, but her open palm could feel the pressure of the boy's cock.
"Relax," Louie told her, reaching down and literally ripping off her hot pants so they could enjoy the sight of her bare ass and equally bare cunt. Lenore screamed.
"Stop screaming," Louie warned. "You scream one more time and I'll shove your pants down your throat. You relax and save all that fight for the fun we're gonna have. I guarantee you're gonna love it."
Lenore's chest began heaving convulsively, feeling panic about to overtake her. Louie lashed out with an open hand and slapped her across the face before she could yell, and she began quieting down, even though the inner panic she felt was jus as great as ever.
His voice was low and threatening this time, and Lenore felt genuine fear clutch her heart in a cold grip. She brought her knee up fast and hard, but Louie was far too quick for her and turned, letting her knee bounce off his thigh. He laughed.
"For such a young cunt, you really seem to know how to take care of yourself," he smirked. Then he locked his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her into his body, crushing her flat tits against his bare chest. And for the first time she realized the two boys wore only pants, and nothing else ... short pants, at that. The pressure of her bare flesh against his swollen cock, even through the material, seemed to ignite the swollen cock even more. He began rubbing his turgid prong into her bare pussy.
"How does it feel, cunt?" he asked, pressing his heavy inches against the softness of her pussylips. "I've been watching you when you walk around the neighborhood. I watch the way your eyes always wander to men's groins. You're really hot for cock, aren't you? Christ! You're only twelve years old and here you are, thinking prick. Well that's great, because today you're going to more than think about a prick. You're going to get one or two stuck inside you. We're going to give you pleasure, kid."
"Oh no, please no," Lenore begged.
Rape was the one thing she didn't want happening to her. An uncaring rapist could rip her inner tissues and membranes, killing the feeling for her for a long time to come.
"Knock off the begging," Louie told her, "because you're gonna get it from the both of us. Kid, we fuck your old lady regularly, and now we're going to see if the daughter's anywhere near as good as the mother."
"Please ... please don't hurt me," Lenore begged.
"Hurt you?" Sean laughed. "Don't make me laugh. Kid, we're going to make you feel really good. You're going to love what we do to you."
"Please," Lenore whimpered again.
"Oh shit! Shut up!" Louie snapped. "Women like your mother and half the mothers in this fucking neighborhood pay us good money to service them. Christ! You're getting it for nothing, and all you can do is cry and beg us not to do anything? That's a load of bullshit!"
Louie pushed her face against the hot stone wall of the house, then jammed his mouth against her throat and began sucking the soft skin. In spite of the young girl's encompassing terror, his hot lips on her throat sent bolts of electricity shooting through her. He raised a hand and placed his palm squarely over her flat nipple, grinding his palm against it, making it respond and grow, even if he couldn't make the rest of her breast really enlarge. But he was definitely able to sense the underlying layer of fatty tissue forming there, and whispered, "I'd sure like to get my hands on you when your knockers have gotten bigger."
The wonderful texture of her tiny nipples rolling between his fingers made his head swim with thrilling excitement. He could feel the nipple enlarging in his right hand, and so applied more pressure with the fingers of his left hand until that nipple also responded.
Lenore quivered at his touch, squirming, feeling sparkling thrills shoot through her. In spite of not wanting to feel anything with such gross individuals, she found herself helplessly responding.
His mouth slid from her throat, leaving a deep hickey. It moved down, and began sucking on her nipple. This made her gasp even more. Her legs became weak, but not from fear. Her legs were weak with anticipation, knowing she would enjoy the fucking no matter how much she disliked the two boys. She could feel his raging phallus press against her burning cunt, and it excited her all the more. A cock was a cock, no matter what male was on the other end of it.
Between them, the two boys easily carried Lenore into the house. They headed directly for the master bedroom, where they had fucked Rose-Ann each time they had come to the house. Once in the bedroom, they tossed her on the bed, and quickly peeled off their own shorts.
"Hey, kid," Sean said, walking over to her and waving his skinny cock in her face. "Look at what I have for you."
Lenore turned her head the other way, only to stare at Louie's out-thrust organ, pointing at her, accusing her of its turgid condition. She could see the beads of shimmering lubrication dripping from the angry red head of the anxious cock.
"Hey," Sean snapped, falling into the bed beside her, grabbing her chin in his hand and turning her to face him. "You don't turn away from looking at my cock. Now you're going to have to feel it."
He reached down with his paw-like hands, and tore her thighs apart, pressing the head of his cock against the flat, bare plane of her defenseless cunt. Gripping his turgid tool with one hand, he rubbed the head up and down in her slavering slit, making both cock and cunt pour out heavy lubrication.
"There's only one way to shut you up," Louie insisted, and straddled her flat chest with his thighs. "I'm gonna shove my hard cock clear down that lovely little throat of yours, and if you dare try biting me, I'll knock all your teeth outta your mouth."
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Lenore cried.
Sean's hand was tightly between her thighs, roughly grabbing the pink meat of her dripping cunt. He would have used his other hand to rub her nipples, had Louie not been sitting on them. She tried squirming away from his hand, but Sean was there every time, literally clutching her hot pussylips between his fingers, twisting the flesh, making her feel pain.
His rough hand finally forced her labia apart, and her vaginal walls were seeping the heavy oil manufactured within. Sean pressed the oozing fluid on his fingers as they slid around the soft tissue in search of her clitoris.
"Okay," Louie told her. "This is it, kid. I don't know what the hell a twelve year old kid like you knows about fucking and sucking, you, you'll know it all before today is gone. Now you open that mouth and let me pour my cock inside, and I swear, if you give me any trouble, I'll start smacking your face. I'm telling you, you're gonna suck my dick. Whether you do it with bruises on your face or not is up to you."
Gripping her face tightly between his hands, Louie suddenly tugged her lower jaw down with one hand, while pinching her nostrils with the other, forcing her to keep her mouth wide open. Moving forward, he pressed the red, angry bulb of his throbbing cock between her sucking lips, and before she could object or close her mouth, slammed the entire length of meat inside. He could feel his glans scrape her palate as it rode against her tongue until it touched the back of her throat. He would have jammed it deeper had he not been afraid of strangling her, though she had almost all of it inside.
"Suck!" he ordered, gripping her hair with his left fist, twining his fingers there and pulling. "You suck on this dick until I pop my wad into your mouth, and if you do anything to make me unhappy, I'll do twice as much to make you unhappy."
Lenore's mouth instantly closed around the thick log, and she began pursing her lips and pulling with them. She sucked strongly, and Louie, who hadn't expected anything like this, almost fell over with surprise.
My God! he thought. This kid is a natural.
His cock had never been sucked so wonderfully well, before. And he had popped his cock into quite a few mouths.
Lenore felt her heat rising with every passing second. Feeling Louie's throbbing meat between her lips, and Sean's fingers toying with her clit, she knew she was burning up inside. Her inner fear gave way to fantastic passion. But she didn't dare let these boys see it. If they understood how she was feeling, they would think themselves irresistible and would come back for more, or worse, they would realize the truth, and then they would definitely come back for more. There would be no stopping them.
Even as she fought with her mounting passion, Sean clamped two fingers around her small, swollen clitoris, and began pulling, squeezing the ultra-sensitive organ roughly. This caused a flash-flood of inner passion to erupt inside her and spread through the rest of her body in an involuntary reaction. Her lips and tongue pressed all the harder against the thick cock riding in her mouth, and she sucked all the more strongly, making Louie want to tear his hair out.
Her burning breath escaped in heated bolts, mostly through her distended nostrils, though some of it blew out from around the throbbing penis. She could feel Sean was between her thighs, using his own thighs to keep her loins apart as he inched his skinny prick closer and closer to her tender, tight nookie. When she felt the tip of his pulsing six inches on the slit of her seething gash, she tried clamping her thighs together, and rolling a bit, but Louie's weight, on her chest, was too much for her. She couldn't move.
"So you want to make it a little rougher," Sean laughed. "Okay, kid. You had your chance. I was going to slip it in nice and easy, pushing it in slow. Now you have to take your chances."
"Gimme that pillow under her head," Sean called to Louie.
Although he was pretty far gone in the throes of his own ecstasy, Louie reached forward, cramming his mean even farther down Lenore's throat, and tugged a pillow out from beneath her head, passing it back to Sean. Hoisting Lenore up by her asscheeks, he managed to work the pillow beneath her.
"Now," he told her, "you are about to get the fuck of the year."
"Too bad her old lady wasn't home," Louie gasped. "With the two of them we could've really had ourselves a good time."
Sean wasn't listening to anything at that point. Staring down at the bare pubis, he licked his lips, then reached down with one hand, using his thumb on one side, and his forefinger on the other to spread her fiery cuntlips.
"Mmmmmmmffffffff!" was all Lenore could say, feeling the pressure of his fingers, humping her body back and forth in an attempt to escape the inevitable.
Louie looked down at her bulging cheeks and said, "You have some fucking mouth, kid. I envy the guy who someday marries you. He's gonna really get his cock worked over. Jesus! What a mouth! What a goddamn fucking mouth!"
He plunged his hard prick back and forth, working the stiff prong through the pressure of her cheeks and tongue, feeling his bulbous head knock against the ring of her gullet each time. God! If he were just the littlest bit longer, he'd be able to cram his meat right into her pharynx, and that'd really be something.
Lenore wiggled some more as she felt the thin glans poke their way through her outer labia and press against her inner cuntlips. How he wedged his cock-head in up to the corona, feeling her inner lips start sucking on his dome-shaped tower. He felt her bucking and figured it was because she was still trying to get him out of her, never realizing she was getting more from it than he. She gagged in anticipation, and her pulling mouth sucked all the more strongly on Louie's throbbing putz. Then she humped her ass upward, though she created the impression of trying to pull back. She knew the pillow would prevent her actually pulling away, forcing her to raise her hips and take in more of the throbbing cock. Skinny as it was, her cunt elastically closed around it, sucking it in, and making Sean see stars.
"Hey, kid," Louie advised, still sawing his own throbbing dong in and out of her mouth. "Stop trying to fight it."
"That's right, hot twat," Sean told her, his voice sounding as if from a long way off. "You just relax and enjoy the whole fucking thing. You'll love it."
"Ugggggghhhhhhhh!" was all Lenore could say, as her lips continued slurping strongly on the throbbing prick.
She was enjoying herself no end, but still couldn't let them know it. Fucking and sucking was a natural enough thing with her, but she wanted to choose her own men, and not be chosen by them. Even if she didn't intend dominating them, she wanted freedom of selection. No matter how much she liked it, she had to make them think she didn't.
"Okay, baby," Sean gasped, "here comes the whole thing. Let's see if that tight cunt of yours can eat it all up, the way that sweet mouth of yours is sucking Louie's cock."
Taking a deep breath, Sean shoved his slender rod into her teeming depths, sending it more than halfway in on the thrust.
Lenore's tight vagina squeezed hard, impeding it, making Sean think she was as virginal as he had originally believed. Her shuddering gasps rained against Louie's ears as he stuffed his own cock a little deeper down her sucking throat, feeling the ring of her gullet almost open. Her body jerked and twisted, as if in agony, while in reality her seething pussy was screaming for a longer, thicker cock, to really make her feel something.
Sean pushed harder, working the impaling length of muscle through the crushing, narrow confines of her slithery, fist-gripping cunt. When he felt her trembling body start to relax, he thrust again, driving the rest of his throbbing penis in, right to the balls, while his small, almost hairless sac bounced off her perineum.
The combination of one cock driving into her tight pussy, while another sank into her throat, made Lenore feel as if she were somewhere in the outer reaches of far space. A trillion tiny cactus needles of pleasure seemed to pierce all her pores. Her stomach spasmed, and her throat relaxed to where Louie drove the flexing head of his powering prong right into her esophagus, and she almost gagged, it was so unexpected. The thrills were so totally overpowering, her breath seemed to slam out of her as Louie's ass bounced on her chest, and she couldn't even gasp out how much she was enjoying it.
Lenore sucked madly, pulling on the cock as never before, enjoying the way it ran in and out of her mouth, almost scraping a layer of sensitive skin from her palate. God! This was son tangy piece of meat, too. It was a natural flavor, and not caused by a lack of sanitation, either. His cock was spicy, like a piece of pastrami
"Christ!" Louie gasped, "this kid has a mouth that puts her mother's to shame. God! Her old lady can't suck half this good."
"Yeah," Sean uttered, his own voice straining. "That ain't nothing compared to her cunt. Jesus! She even makes her mother look bad down here. God! What a tight, fucking pussy. I hope I'll be able to get my cock back when this is all over."
The mucous membranes in her cunt began working overtime, and Lenore felt the oils flood through her body, wetting the slimy pole buried inside her, making his rummaging through her a little easier. Sean worked his slender reed of cock in and out of the tight, squishing hole, and the thrills continued to build in her teeming center. Her already narrow canal tightened even more around his pulsating dick. The inner walls began wildly contracting and expanding, though the contractions were far more powerful than the expansions. Her simmering pussy gripped his throbbing cock like a satin fist, tugging tightly, with gut-pulling force. This caused more and more blood to fill the throbbing cock, swelling his pulsing slenderness to painful proportions as the cock attempted to make itself thicker.
"Jesus!" Sean gasped. "This can't be real. No female on earth has a cunt this good." '
Lenore's fingers were squeezing Louie's ass, her nails actually digging into the softness of his buttock flesh. It made Louie bounce up and down, pile driving his meat all the harder into her delicate throat as her lips and tongue sucked and sucked, putting heavy pressure on his turgid glans.
Her calves wrapped themselves around Sean's waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into the quivering depths of her narrow, gurgling pussy. Loud, noisy sucking sounds could be heard coming from her vagina each time his throbbing pestle moved back and forth inside. Her heels were kicking the flat cheeks of his small, flat ass, tugging her wanton, seething vagina up to meet his masculine thrusts. Every frantic lunge was countered by a movement from her body, sucking his cock so far into her, he was afraid he'd lose his balls inside, as well. Their frenetic groins were pounding wildly against one another, dripping with heavy perspiration, almost adhering to one another when they came together. Each time their bellies came apart there was a popping sound.
Sean growled with deep animalistic sounds, while Louie gasped, feeling her take in more and more of his cock. Her tongue would reach out and lick his balls on every instroke, and she could even tickle his perineum with its tip. Soon she would be swallowing his balls along with his cock. And Louie knew, all she would have to do at that point would be to bite down, hard, and he would be totally castrated. Fear made him sweat even more, yet he couldn't pull his swollen dork from the scrunching confines of her sucking mouth. Goddddd! There was never a mouth like this one. To think, she was only twelve years old. How would she be when she was thirteen or fourteen, or older, with some years of experience behind her. As far as he was concerned, she was doing this with a total lack of experience. Christ! What a fucking mouth.
The three of them gasped with wanton enjoyment as they rutted, raked, tugged, yanked, bounced and crammed in a supreme panoply of orgiastic carnality. The very earth could have ruptured at that point, gaping wide and swallowing the three of them, and none of them would have noticed. Certainly none of them would have cared. They would have died, the three most blissfully content people on earth.
There was no torment in Lenore's body, save the ache of getting too little. She was experiencing a delirious ecstasy she'd had no idea existed. Two males were as different as having a male and a female work on her. It was the supreme sensation.
She wondered if she would be able to handle three males. Her asshole was still virginal, and she would have loved to have been fucked there, as well. Lusting aches seemed to rampage through her young body. She was totally out of control, a slave to her sensations. Passion was building even higher as Louie's ass continued rubbing against her nipples, making them remain stiff and aching with desire. She writhed from side to side, the better to feel the friction of Louie's assflesh as it scrubbed her solid nipples.
She could feel Sean's thrusting pole reaching up into her belly now, as if by merely fucking her, he had succeeded in lengthening and broadening his slender reed of cock. Her belly was sucking in with spastic tremors.
"Agggghhhhhh!" was all she could say, as Louie's ramrod continued plunging in and out of her delicate mouth. And her ass moved up and down all the more eagerly as the other cock continued pumping in and out of her cushiony pussy. She could feel Sean's fingers lightly dancing on her belly. Not that he really knew what he was doing, but he had no place to put his hand at that moment, and so was lightly rubbing her flat tummy. He was tickling her navel with his pinky as he continued urging his stiff cock into her teeming depths. At one point, he began thrusting his pinky into her navel as he slammed his solid meat into her sucking quim, on the off chance they might meet somewhere inside her. His other hand was reaching under her, probing her elusive asscheeks, looking for her tender asshole.
"Sheee-ittttt!" Louie gasped, feeling the pressuring mouth suck even harder, slowly building him to his inevitable completion.
Lenore's body began tightening and convulsing, as tiny little spasms of small orgasms shot through her. The big one was only seconds away.
Sean was on the brink of his own satisfaction. His madly bucking body slammed his hot poker even deeper, making him shine with his own perspiration coating his skin.
Harder, Lenore thought, sucking more strongly. Ram that skinny cock into my twat harder and deeper. Come on, you rat. Her pelvis slammed against his with violent, body-jarring force. Sooner or later, one, or both pelvises would crack. She felt the deluging tempest about to break inside her.
Her lips tightened even more around Louie's moving cock, sucking strongly, and suddenly he was spurting his throbbing white sauce down her throat as he bellowed, " YEEEEEEE AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The hot, flooding goo seemed to shoot right into her gullet without giving her a chance to taste it. Burst after burst of heavy white spunk shot down her gullet into her belly, pooling there, making her intestines churn.
Lenore was next. The thrill of sucking the jizz out of the softening cock in her mouth had its effect on her, added to the heavy pressure of the skinny whang moving through her vagina. The climax hit her with cosmic power, as if her body would suddenly shatter into countless fragments as blast after rampaging blast went shooting through her, shocking every shuddering fiber of her mortal being.
Her feet beat more solidly against his asscheeks, and her exploding volcano sucked the cock all the more deeply inside, putting such pressure on him, he lost all control of himself."
"HHHAAAAYYYYYYAAAAARRRRGGGGGG he bellowed, in a loud, high-pitched, strained voice, flooding the depths of her burning cunt with the even hotter flow of his thrusting pike. A flaming ocean of creamy sauce ran into her, spreading through the silken softness of her vaginal tissues. And the pressure caused an even more paroxysmic thrill to rocket through her as she felt Louie's cock pull free of her mouth, smearing the sperm all over her face as she yelled, "EEEEEYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
The two males simply fell forward and to the side, one to the right of her, one to the left, and all she could do was lay there, since their bodies were still on top of hers.
"What the hell's going on here?" the voice of Ralph Carter shouted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lenore opened her eyes and saw her parents standing at the threshold of the bedroom. Looking at the clock, she realized she and the boys had fallen asleep. The two boys were still half-asleep and bleary-eyed.
"Daddy," she cried out. "They did terrible things to me. They hurt me."
Picking up a heavy hand mirror from his wife's dressing table, Ralph Carter stalked into the room and proceeded slamming the hell out of the two worn-out boys. By the time he was finished with them, he had broken both their jaws, so neither would be talking for awhile to come.
Rose-Ann, who immediately recognized the boys, stood there, unable to help the boys. Considering what they had done to her daughter, she had no desire to help them. She would have to find one or two other males to satisfy her when her husband wasn't around. Her mind immediately started sorting out the many teenage boys in the neighborhood, and she thought about two in particular. There was Steve Black, a really handsome, albeit naive boy who lived a half mile away. And there was that shy boy, Richard Thatcher. He was probably still a virgin. Well, she would talk to him subtly, and see if she couldn't talk him into something clandestine. Eventually, she hoped to bring the two boys together, so they could work on her as Louie and Sean always did. But from what she could see of the personalities of the two boys, neither would presume to attack her daughter.
Rose-Ann helped Lenore from the bed, into the bathroom. There, she let her daughter soak in a hot tub to ease the aches she thought Lenore had sustained. In the meanwhile, she prepared a douche bag, filling it with warm water. Then, while Lenore lay on her back in the tub with the warm water running in and out of her vagina, Rose-Ann convinced Ralph not to call the police. Instead, he drove them to the other end of town where he dumped then in an alleyway. Sooner or later their unconscious forms would be discovered. He had taken the precaution of leaving their clothes strewn about the alleyway, making it appear as if the two had been robbed, beaten, and stripped.
Later that evening, Ralph and Rose-Ann were supposed to go visiting Rose-Ann's mother, but Ralph told his wife to go on without him. He intended staying home and making certain nothing happened to his daughter, again.
Rose-Ann, who looked forward to being with her mother on Sunday evenings, decided she would go. With Ralph in the house, there was no chance of anyone else breaking in. So, at eight o'clock, she left. And Ralph went to his own bedroom to watch some TV.
Lenore, alone in the house with her father, decided this would be as good a time as any to try making it with him. She had to do it carefully.
Wearing only a robe, she quietly left her own bedroom and peered into her father's. He was lying on the bed, watching the TV set in the far corner of the room. And she noticed he was fondling his groin. All he had on was his underwear, and he was carelessly lying on top of the covers, tugging on his meat poking through the hole in his underpants.
He was all hot and bothered again. She could see it. And without her mother or some other female nearby to assuage his heated needs, he was taking matters in hand. Well, the heck with that. Just looking at his thick, solid cock made her body burn with a need that required fulfillment. She stepped into the room, making her father suddenly look in her direction. His eyes opened widely, and he was so surprised, he forgot to cover his penis.
"Baby," he whispered, staring as the young girl came around to his side of the bed.
"Quiet, daddy," she said in a low voice, smiling at him.
The once-solid lance sticking out from between his thighs suddenly seemed to soften, as if ashamed of what he had been thinking. The truth was, he had been picturing himself fucking his daughter. He had thought about it often enough, right from the first time he had lapped her baby pussy. She had gurgled and giggled at the time. He had done it until she was a year old, and then he realized he would have to stop. But there was that one time, when she was almost four, that she had spilled ice cream all over herself. After putting all her clothes in the washing machine, instead of washing her off with a damp towel, he had used his tongue to lick her body clean. She had offered no resistance, even opening her pretty little thighs to his tongue. But she had been too young to really achieve an orgasm, and his tongue had actually begun to bother her. So he'd had to stop lapping at her tasty little cunt. But it hadn't kept him from dreaming about it. Now here she was, and seeing her like this, especially after what he believed was a terrible time with those two young hoodlums, he felt ashamed. He should have covered his penis, but through all of this, he still had the overpowering urge to fuck the girl.
Lenore stared at the thick cock, seeing it start to soften. The fresh scent of his masculinity completely overpowered her. She couldn't let that marvelous cock shrink. Her delicate young nostrils flared their arousal. The smell of his cock became overwhelming, and she breathed deeply, thrilling to the musky odor of her perverted lust. Just staring into her father's eyes, she could see he was no less perverted than she. They both wanted the same thing, but it would be up to her to make him admit it. He came from an age when morality was totally different. His conscience would bother him to do such a thing, unless she could overcome it. And she knew she could, because his lust for her was even stronger than his conscience. All she had to do was make certain he didn't feel remorseful, afterward.
Her eyes were dark and glowing with yearning, and every muscle of her youthful self ached with excitement. Just staring at his semierect penis this close made her all the more aroused. She knew he could see the way she was staring at his half-hard cock, and it wouldn't be long before he realized how lust was overpowering her.
She came closer, and he simply lay there, unmoving. Neither paid attention to what was going on on the TV screen. But she could see literal quantities of heavy lubrication flooding his groin. Her fingertips dipped into the heavy oil, and she felt the saliva fill her mouth as she ached to cover his cock with her young lips. Now, this close to her daddy, she knew her dream had not always been a dream. Once, a long, long, time ago, it had been real. Only she had been too young to appreciate it. Well she wouldn't make the same mistake this time. No, this time, daddy was hers to fully enjoy. The lubrication was still very thick, though it was quickly evaporating now. Her hand tightened around the cock and tugged on it a little, and suddenly more of the colorless ointment flowed from the tiny slit in the tip. She could feel his belly trembling as she touched him. When he would have reached out and taken her hand away, she whispered, "No, daddy. No, this time I'm here to finish. This time, I won't cry for you to stop."
"My God!" he gasped. "You remember."
"Yes, daddy. I remember. And I'm sorry. I'll never behave that way again. God! I want you so much. Ever since that time I think I've always wanted you."
Ralph Carter lay there, completely unmoving now, watching his daughter's fingers rubbing his cock. Seeing the look of wanton lust on her face, he realized it mirrored the feelings inside him. He felt a little frightened, knowing a female could feel so lascivious.
Despite himself, he heard a low, throaty moan come rising from the depths of his throat. Goddamn! Her tiny, slender fingers felt good, sliding around in the slippery oil of his lubrication. God! It was as if the fingers belonged there. He moaned again, totally beyond any self-control or thought of self-control. His body felt the thrilling shudder of overpowering shivers.
Lenore's girlish eyes looked at him as he lay there. She smiled, and the smile was just like his, each time he swooped down on a new, helpless female. Yes, she was every bit as hot-blooded as he. Perhaps she was even worse, because she had part of her mother in her, as well. And though he was totally unaware of Rose-Ann's forays, he knew his wife was also a sexy woman.
Still afraid to reveal his reactions, terrified he was wrong about his daughter, but even more terrified he was right, he smiled back with some hesitation.
"I'm growing up, daddy," she whispered.
"I know," he gasped. "And I'm first starting to notice it."
"You have a beautiful cock," she whispered.
He was certain the two boys had taught her the word cock. His daughter would otherwise not walk around letting such a word spill so easily from her lips.
Lenore still smiled at him, letting her pink tongue lick her tantalizingly girlish lips. Her nostrils flared again as she inhaled the scent of him, and uncontrollable lust took complete control of her body, guiding her. In a single, fluid move, she fell to her knees beside her father, on the bed. Her entire torso trembled with wild, thrilling shudders as she reached under him and began tugging his undershorts down. And Ralph lifted his body from the bed, letting her do so. Warm floods of her hot breath seemed to stream across his pelvis and make his cock quake as it began stiffening again.
Ralph stared, his eyes wide with disbelief as her head moved closer and closer to the floods of drying lubrication spilled all over his groin. Had he left it alone, the fluid would have dried in a matter of two or three minutes. But now her mouth was moving closer to his grey-haired pubis, and suddenly her tongue was licking the base of his cock, swiping up all the floods of lubrication. His entire body shuddered violently, feeling the silken softness of her tender, girlish lips on his skin.
Her father's juices. Oh God! It was too much for Lenore. She spasmed lightly, feeling a mild, tremulous orgasm shoot right through her as she sucked the lubricious ointment from the stem of his swelling cock. God! It was her daddy's, and it was good.
Her tongue continued licking, lapping all over, drinking the sticky/slippery fluid, sucking it, draining it from his flesh before it had a chance to dry and evaporate. It's flavor was as different from the penis Louie had shoved down her throat, as Louie's had been from Thatch's hard cock. But this was her daddy's lubrication, and that made it automatically taste one heck of a lot better.
Totally mesmerized by his daughter's licking tongue, the man stared at the way the pink oral digit continued caressing his stiff lingam. He watched the way it literally twined around his throbbing pecker, then flattened itself out to rub up and down against his balls, exchanging the heated wetness of her saliva for the gooey slickness of his lubrication.
Lenore was totally dominated by the need she felt to swallow every last drop of her darling father's lubrication. She loved the thick skin covering his delicate testicles and licked there an extra long time, even though there was no longer any oil there. Her tongue thrilled to the wrinkles, and her youthful body quivered from the lustful servility.
Finally, when she had lapped away as much of the colorless oil as she could, she moved her head to the side and began licking his fingers. Her tongue curled around them, one at a time, licking between them, touching ultra-sensitive areas even he had never been aware existed, making him shiver and shake.
Ralph stared, watching what was happening, but still unable to believe it. His balls were stirring madly, now, the seed in them bubbling and churning as he hadn't felt for many years. He stared longingly at the flat breasts with nipples that were only now first starting to really enlarge as her robe fell open.
Lenore saw the excitement in her father, and it only served to make her that much more aroused. She wanted to really give his hard cock a good sucking. Her mouth swooped down on it, swallowing the purple-red tip, feeling the wonderful twitch as her tongue rubbed the webbed underside, where the glans came together with the stem. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive area again and again. His hard cock became even harder, becoming stiffer than any tentpole.
Her tongue continued flickering up and down the solid cock, and all Ralph could do was lie there and thrill to it, not daring to disturb her. She lapped his cock as if trying to make up for all those years she had wanted him to fuck her, but hadn't the nerve to approach him. His throbbing shaft was hard, stiff, unbending with solid rigidity. But she thrilled to the smooth, soft texture of the outer layer of skin surrounding it. His pulsing shaft was like no other, and she was enjoying herself more than even she had thought possible.
As if his throbbing cock were hard, sucking candy, the daughter licked at the blood-swollen glans. Burning and moist, the tingling little oral digit washed over the glans again and again. The head shone sleekly, and his balls were already being tightly drawn up in their protective sac. And all the while, her young tongue continued traveling up and down the length of his thick shaft.
Ralph sighed as his daughter's fingers, feeling cool and soft, moved between his spread thighs, teasing touching his sensitive loins. His entire body jerked with maddening tension as her fingers caressed his scrotum, discovering the wrinkled sac again, feeling the golf-ball shaped testicles throbbing inside.
He gasped and shuddered as her fingers lightly caressed his testicles. She lovingly held and caressed them, her fingers lightly pressuring here and there, unconsciously weighing them.
Ralph realized there was no way to stop this girl. All he could do was lie back and enjoy it. He no longer cared about what she was doing. He wasn't naive enough to think he was the first male she had touched, but he wanted to think he was the first one she was doing this to, willingly.
He had something to thank those two boys for ... the pair who had raped his daughter. Had they not sneaked into the house while he and his wife were gone, and had their way with Lenore, there was every possibility she would not have come to him, tonight He had no idea just how virgin she had been prior to the visit of the pair whose jaw he'd broken, but it was obvious from the way she was handling him she'd had some kind of experience with males prior to the visit of the now-suffering pair. Had he found it out some other way, he might have been angrier, and he might have foolishly restricted her movements. He was glad he hadn't done so. Ralph was no fool. This might be the first time he would be playing around with his daughter, but it wouldn't be the last. True, he would have to be careful Rose-Ann didn't find out. His wife was extremely jealous, and didn't appreciate his even looking at other females. She would burst a blood vessel if she learned her own daughter was her husband's paramour.
Lenore continued licking her father's cock, noting how she was building his desire for her higher with each passing moment Now was the time to really get to him. Her lips ovaled around the pulsing glans, then abruptly she engulfed the entire thick length of his heavy cock in the hot, humid sheath of her sucking mouth. She could sense the excited rush of blood continually pouring into the penile sacs, keeping it still and solid. The heavy knob of his cock rammed into her throat, and her gullet opened wide, accepting him inside, crushing his corona, making him gasp. Then she began sucking strongly, hollowing her cheeks against the sides of his throbbing shaft. And then her mouth slowly rose, until only the shuddering point remained locked behind her front teeth. Her tongue and lips taunted the onion-shaped crown of his shuddering cock. She felt his loins writhed beneath her, listening to his moans of desire as she worked her mouth around the lavender point.
Her mouth dipped again, swallowing up the throbbing length of meat, feeling its stout shaft fill her oral cavern. Her head began moving up and down, up and down, speeding up, causing greater and greater friction. Each time her head went back up, her lips puckered around the minaret of his cock-head, as if intent on tugging it off. The faster her mouth moved, the more quickly he trembled.
And then ... just like that ... she stopped. Her mouth came off his thrusting cock, and Ralph was stabbing the air with it. He opened his eyes and found he was staring right into his daughter's face.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice heavy with passion. "Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me, now. Please!"
Ralph lay there, his mind whirling. Yes, he had dreamed about this a thousand times, but now that it was actually happening, he didn't know if he had the nerve to actually penetrate his daughter's sweet pussy.
Now Lenore was happy Rita had made her sit on Matt's cock. She understood there were times when it was necessary to take control of a situation, and this was one of them. If she wanted her daddy's fat dick in her creaming slot, she would have to put it there, herself.
Straddling his loins, she lifted her wet, soaking crotch over his upstanding pike, throwing her robe off to the side, letting her father catch a good glimpse of her nakedness. It was just the visual stimulant he needed to react to make him react.
"Do it!" he insisted. "Yes, sweet, darling, wonderful daughter. Do it! Fuck your father. Fuck me, now!"
The swollen dome of his throbbing glans pushed into the bare nest of her tight twat as her hand held it steady. She shivered and sighed, mewling and making all kinds of unintelligible sounds as she felt the round dome push between the slices of her sopping labia.
Her lascivious loins descended lower and lower, the throbbing point of his hard dick sinking deeper and deeper into the steaming citadel of her crushing pussy. The scallop-shaped folds of her inner labia parted as she continued lowering herself.
Lenore felt a wild, uncontrollable urge to simply slam her young body down, but suppressed it. Her labia tightly clutched her daddy's thick malebone as she continued slowly sliding down until the entire length of the heated instrument was completely buried in the burning infinity of her flaming kiln. At last, her father's wonderful cock was firmly entrenched inside her body. She groaned and sighed out her pleasure at having completed this long-desired union. Simple words would never be able to describe the total fulfillment she felt at that instant.
Ralph might have also dreamed of this, but he was totally unprepared for the wealth of carnal enjoyment flooding through his entire body. He'd had no idea it would be this wonderful. Not once, in all his daydreams, or in all his wide-awake fuckings, had he imagined the wonderful pressure of her vaginal mouth as it encompassed the unyielding length of his prick. And the heavy viscous fluid manufactured within her body bathed and re-bathed his throbbing cock. Christ! She was really tight, but he had managed to fit into her without her crying out. What could be more wonderful?
Lenore had no time to waste. Her own orgasm was very near, and she wanted to bring on her father as quickly as possible. She began bouncing up and down repeatedly, massaging his penile stalk with the tulip-like lips of her throbbing pussy.
Agony burned through her, because she could feel how overpowering his cock seemed within. Golly! This was what she had dreamed about for so long, yet it was better than any dream.
Ralph felt his thickness filling her twitching little belly, sensing how greedily her cunt seemed to swallow up his throbbing cock. This entire thing was beyond being wonderful. He felt filled with a power way beyond belief. And as she bounced, with her eyes tightly squeezed shut, and saliva dribbling from her mouth, he realized she was as hungry for cock as he had been for cunt, all his life. She was his daughter in every way.
His hips slammed higher, drilling his phallic auger all the deeper into the luxurious softness of her wonderful belly. He rose all the faster, ramming his meat into her all the harder, shoving it deeper and deeper, packing her tight little womanly center with his masculine hugeness. She gasped and shuddered as he continually rammed his masterful cock into the open slot of her tight pussy. Groin to groin they slammed together in loud, exciting slaps.
The throbbing tremors engulfing her made her quake repeatedly. She hunched forward, determined to bring this wonderful, unbelievable ride to a justifiable climax. As she slammed down against his body, she ached to feel his pulsing rod dig into her cervix. Oh God! This had to be the best prick of all. Her mother would never really know how lucky she was to have something like this. Golly! She had the best, most wonderful daddy in the entire world. How many other fathers would be this understanding?
Faster, faster, harder, harder, she was working herself up into the wildest of frenzies. Her mind blurred as she realized she was on the verge of the ultimate orgasm.
And then her entire body seemed to explode, as she screamed, "EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGYAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Burning, white-hot light seared her eyeballs, and she thrashed wildly, feeling his spurting jets of heated sperm suddenly splash into her. All the little brothers and sisters she would never have had taken refuge in her body, for a little while, anyway, until she douched them out. For now, they were a part of her.
She was lying on top of her daddy now, gasping and sobbing with happiness, pleased he had enjoyed her. He held her as if he would never let go, and Lenore felt completely blissful, knowing her fondest, most important, most wonderful dream had finally come true. And there was so much time ahead of them.
