The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Honey Wilde the initiation into the world of sexuality is fraught with confusion. Having been taught that sex was something nasty and having looked contemptuously upon the sexual activities of others, Honey is stunned when she discovers the pleasures that sex can hold, when she discovers that she, too, is susceptible to lust. With the help of her loving family, however, Honey learns to accept and enjoy her natural sexuality, and even the trauma of rape cannot shake her new-found maturity.
EAGER BEAVER DAUGHTER-the story of an average teen-aged girl's struggle to make her own transition into adulthood, a quiet struggle evolving behind the facade of her day-to-day existence, yet inexorably leading her onward into maturity. Honey's tale is an intimate reminder of the pitfalls standing in the way of those growing up. It is a lesson for society. A reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Honey Wilde's teenage ass was packed in her panties like a sausage ready to burst out of its skin. She was sexy and she knew it.
But she was also shrewd. She realized that, deep in his heart, the typical male had a special craving for virgins.
It was a pattern as old as the human race. Although most guys were willing to fuck anybody with a moist slit between her legs, they had a particular affection for cherry pussy. They could go to their graves believing they had fucked an inexperienced girl into womanhood, and that every other man who balled her along the line would owe the stud who'd broken her in a secret debt of gratitude. Honey counted on this.
"How am I doing so far for a beginner?" she cooed, as she stood before Bobby Dunlap with her long, tan legs apart, her hands on her hips.
For emphasis, Honey jiggled her generous tits, tossing the sunburst mane of her blonde hair. Fresh cum dripped from her lips.
"Oh, baby, you're learning fast," Bobby gushed. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets. His dick was like an arrow, even though it had just finished spurting.
Bobby was young and hung like a stallion. He had a well-deserved reputation as a cocksman. As the quarterback of the Coolidge High football team, he got all the cunt he could handle. However, in this day and age, it wasn't often a chick came along who had never gone all the way. Usually, if a girl hadn't fucked by the time she was sixteen, she was a pig. But Honey....
Bobby had gotten a boner just watching her walk down the hall in her tight jeans yesterday at school. Honey's ass was like a pendulum, swaying back and forth. Bobby could almost taste that blonde pussy nestled between her rolling thighs.
"Hey, babe, where've you been all my life?"
Bobby had asked, catching up with Honey before she turned the corner.
"You tell me," she'd answered with a radiant smile.
Before the bell for the next class had rung, Bobby had Honey's name and phone number. The next night they were on their first date. Bobby had suggested a drive-in movie. Honey said she was babysitting. When Bobby hemmed and hawed, Honey gave him an address and told him she'd expect him about 9:00, after the kids were in bed and they wouldn't be disturbed.
Things had happened fast. As they made-out on the couch, one of Bobby's hands slipped inside Honey's sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra and her erect nipples throbbingly greeted him. A good sign. At this point Bobby was taking a piece of ass for granted.
Honey let Bobby do whatever he wanted to her until his fingers started the inevitable journey under her skirt. He had just brushed the sopping crotch-band of her skin-tight panties when she closed her thighs and stopped his progress.
"I don't know if we should go any farther," she murmured. "I'm not used to this."
"What do you mean?" Bobby said impatiently. "You know you want it as much as I do."
"I'm afraid you've got the wrong idea," Honey protested, as Bobby's fingers vainly tried to wriggle under the elastic of her panties. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"What kind of girl are you?" Bobby breathed hotly in her ear.
"A virgin," Honey replied without hesitation.
Bobby's cock was already as hard as a rock. But with the word "virgin," he felt a rush of blood to his crotch that made him dizzy. The challenge that had just been presented to him was as much of a turn-on as the potential act of fucking itself.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said. "There's a first time for everything."
"But I'm ... I'm afraid," Honey stammered. However, as she did so, she opened her thighs just enough for Bobby's fingers to slip inside her panties and touch her cunt for the first time.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Bobby whispered as he penetrated the watery oil of Honey's pussy.
"Yes," she admitted.
"Still want me to stop?" Bobby asked.
Honey said nothing. Instead, she opened her legs even wider. Now two of Bobby's fingers plunged inside her cunt.
Honey did not hold back a moan. Nor did she put a rein on her hips, which now started squirming.
"I'll stop if you really want me to," Bobby lied. "No ... no," Honey sighed. She was unfastening her skirt now, as Bobby expertly finger-fucked her.
Soon, Honey was naked except for her panties. Then she went to work on Bobby, stripping him quickly.
"I've never seen a boy's cock before. Not like this," she muttered in apparent awe, fondling Bobby's twitching hard-on. "What am I supposed to do next?"
"Suck it," Bobby told her.
Slipping from the couch, Honey knelt between Bobby's legs and lowered her face into his crotch, his pulsing prick in her grip. The fiery head was as close to her lips as it could be without touching. A tiny pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
"It won't bite," Bobby said. "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's perfectly natural. Go ahead and put it in your mouth."
Holding her breath as if she had just made one of the most important decisions in her life, Honey did as Bobby suggested. All of a sudden, the cock-head was in her mouth. It was so hot and sweet that it commanded her to suck. Within seconds she had gobbled halfway down the shaft, rubbing her lips against the pulsating blue veins.
"All the way," Bobby urged. "Take the whole thing in your mouth."
When Honey responded, Bobby began grinding his hips. Abruptly, Honey was no longer merely sucking his cock, she was being fucked in the mouth.
For several minutes, the room was silent except for the slurping of Bobby's prick in Honey's mouth. Then his balls drew up in their sac.
"I'm gonna blow!" Bobby announced with a brutal cock-thrust.
With her mouth stuffed with ten inches of thick, hard dick, Honey had no choice but to swallow the creamy onslaught of jizz. Her stomach glowed as the scalding cum gushed down her throat.
"Lap it up, baby," Bobby urged. "Every drop."
When it was over, something had changed. Honey was much bolder.
While Bobby sat on the edge of the couch, fingering his cock, Honey got to her feet and began to bump and grind. like a stripper, she peeled away her panties. Totally nude, she spread her legs in Bobby's face, the slash of her pussy gaping.
"Eat me," Honey demanded.
She shoved her wet cunt against Bobby's mouth with a smack. His tongue stiffened and entered her. When it started squirming, Honey fell forward until she was sitting on Bobby's face.
Honey's pussy was foaming, expelling as much juice as a spurting cock. Bobby's face was smeared by it by the time Honey allowed him to come up for air.
"I think I'm ready," Honey said matter-of-factly.
"F-for what?" Bobby stammered, confused by her aggressiveness.
"What do you think?" Honey grinned.
Dropping to her knees, she arched backward until her head was touching the floor. With her cunt splitting her thrusting crotch, Honey snagged the lips with her fingertips and pulled them apart as far as they would go.
"Fuck me!" Honey cried.
"Are ... are you sure?" Bobby stuttered, his tongue tied by arousal. A virgin was something new to him.
"Fuck me!" Honey repeated, turning it on. The aroma of her pussy was like a drug. Even she could smell it.
As Bobby moved between her thighs, Honey's confidence was supreme. He would fuck her better than he had ever fucked any girl in his life, of that she was sure.
The head of Bobby's cock passed between the lips of Honey's pussy. Now he was inside her, pushing ever deeper.
As inch after inch of thick prick penetrated her, the walls of Honey's cunt spasmed and her hips began to seesaw. She and Bobby were fucking.
"Harder, harder!" Honey urged. "Ram me with your huge prick!"
On cue, Bobby grunted and powered her loins forward. The head of his cock lurched all the way into Honey's womb. He was inside her so deeply that his balls were w-edged between the grasping cheeks of her upturned ass.
Lifting her head, Honey fastened her mouth to Bobby's ear. When she began whispering lewd encouragement to him, her sultry words became as much a part of the fucking as the squishing union of cock and pussy.
"Your big prick feels so good in my tight, wet cunt," Honey hissed. "Your balls are so hot and smooth against my ass. You're a stud, Bobby. A real stud. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop fucking me with your beautiful prick."
Bobby had had girls talk to him while he was balling them, but never like this. While his cock was fucking Honey's pussy, her steamy words were fucking his mind.
"Your prick is like a sword," she said. "It's ripping me in two. God, I love it when you stab my cunt with all your might. It hurts sooo goooood. Keep doing it. Punish me with your big, hard cock. More! ... More! ... MORE!"
As Honey's legs wrapped around him, Bobby mashed his groin against her thrusting crotch. The head of his dick seemed to be scraping against the bony ridges of her spine. Honey's pussy was squeezing like a vise.
"Your balls are on fire," Honey squealed as she cupped Bobby's nuts in her hand. "I can feel the cum boiling inside. I can hardly wait for your hot, sweet jizz to fill my cunt."
Bobby had never been so turned-on. His prick was jackhammering away in Honey's bottomless cunt like there was an engine in his crotch.
With her every movement, Honey was spurring him on. Her hand had left his nuts now so her fingers could explore the crack of his ass. Suddenly his ass-hole was penetrated by one, two, then three digits. Sharp nails gouged at the base of his cock and balls.
Bobby couldn't hold back any longer. It felt like his body was hollow and the cum was rising in it until he was ready to burst like a balloon.
"Come in me!" Honey cried. "Give me your jizz! NOW!"
She yanked her clawed fingers from Bobby's ass. His prick thickened and surged. Then it exploded.
All at once Honey's cunt was awash with cum. Hot, sticky cum.
There was no way Honey's pussy could hold it all. The excess jism bubbled at the seams of her cock-filled twat, then poured down her thighs in silver ribbons.
Bobby's prick was still spurting when Honey removed it from her cunt. She aimed the last of its spray at her face, wagging her head from side to side. When the flow had ceased, cum was dripping from her eyebrows and rolling down her cheeks. Fat, shimmering drops dangled from the points of her nose and chin as she grinned from ear to ear.
Bobby's mind was blown as he gazed at the cum-drenched Honey. He had never fucked anyone like her. Despite shooting his wad twice within mere minutes, his dick was standing out stronger than ever.
"With a hard-on like that, it's a good thing for you I'm still partly cherry," Honey said, stroking Bobby's tireless prick with sticky fingertips.
His jaw dropped. Partly cherry? he thought. What was she talking about? He'd just fucked hell out of her.
Honey laughed at Bobby's confusion. Now she was an imp, teasing her puzzled lover with an erotic riddle.
"A girl's cunt isn't her only hole," she slyly pointed out. "There's more than one tight place where you can stick a cock."
Bobby quickly saw what she was getting at. Turning her back to him, Honey flipped over on all fours and spread the globes of her ass in his face. Abruptly, the red eye of her ass-hole was lewdly staring at him, almost winking. A bead of moisture appeared at the center and glistened invitingly.
Despite his reputation as a master cocksman, Bobby had never fucked a girl in the ass. It was the one place where even the horniest chick seemed to have no trouble drawing the line. Even though he got all the pussy he could handle, Bobby often fantasized about shoving his dick up a tight female ass-hole.
Now the fantasy was about to come true. Honey had a couple of fingers in her ass, widening it for his cock. As she pulled apart the puckering edges, she made her ass-hole more irresistible than any cunt Bobby had ever seen. His prick felt like it was going to tear loose from his crotch in anticipation.
Honey withdrew her fingers from her ass. The opening had been stretched to the size of a quarter. There was plenty of room for the meaty head of Bobby's eager cock.
"What are you waiting for?" Honey teased. "Fuck my ass."
Bobby gripped the cheeks of Honey's ass and inserted the head of his prick in the downy chasm. When his cock-flesh met the soft warmth of female ass-hole for the first time, he shuddered with pure ecstasy.
"Shove it," Honey commanded.
Gritting his teeth, Bobby popped the head of his dick into the awaiting hole. The instant it was inside, the rippling muscles of Honey's ass did a job on him that made his balls flip-flop in their sac.
"Deeper," Honey ordered.
Bobby pushed. When he looked down, half of his cock vanished within Honey's ass-hole.
"Deeper!" Honey ordered, shouting.
"I'm afraid I'll hurt you," Bobby said.
"You'd better," Honey replied. "Go ahead, do it. Punish me. Hurt me bad. I want it ... I need it ... down deep, every girl does."
This was all Bobby needed. He turned his cock into a sword, driving it home to the heart of Honey's tight ass.
Suddenly, Honey's ass-hole was crammed with ten full inches of steely hard-on. The barbed head was reaming her bowels, raising havoc. She climaxed explosively.
But still she wanted more. More pain. More agony. And most of all, more ecstasy.
"Pump me!" Honey cried. "In and out! Back and forth!"
Bobby's cock became a battering ram. Its deep thrusts quickly had Honey babbling with glee. She was laughing. Crying. And always pleading for more, more, more!
Bobby gave it to her. He was like an animal during the mating season, with only one thing on his mind. His brains were in his prick. All he could do was fuck.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper went Bobby's cock in Honey's squeezing ass-hole. His prick was bright-red from the ceaseless friction. His balls were in a turmoil, strangled by the fresh batch of cum they were producing.
"Now!" Honey screeched. "Give me your cum! Flood my ass!"
Bobby's cock jerked. Lurched. Thickened. Then it erupted violently.
His jizz was molten lava. When it poured into Honey's bowels, she jumped in the air from the fiery impact.
Although Bobby had come twice before, his third blast of jizz was his thickest and hottest of all. It seemed like his cum would never stop flowing into Honey's ass. Honey hoped not.
"I'm all used up," Bobby finally gasped, withdrawing his drained cock.
Her lust for cum still overpowering, Honey cupped her hand against her ass and caught the oozing excess. Then, flopping over on her back, she rubbed the jizz into her tits so vigorously that she pushed her nipples back into the flesh as far as they normally stuck out.
Bobby watched in awe. Honey was everything he had ever wanted in a girl.
"I'm hooked on you," he would eventually tell her. He had said these words to many of the girls he had fucked, but he had never meant them before.
Honey was pleased, of course, but hardly swept off her feet. She had been expecting it. Anyway, now that the itch in her crotch was temporarily stilled, she had other things on her mind besides Bobby's prick.
"I'm afraid you'll have to leave, Bobby," Honey said.
Bobby couldn't believe what he'd just heard. His dick was still hard. He'd planned to start fucking Honey all over again. It was as though she'd just slammed a door in his face.
"The people I'm babysitting for are due home pretty soon," Honey explained, letting Bobby down as easily as she could. "If they walk in and find you here, the shit will hit the fan. You understand, don't you? I have my reputation to think of."
Bobby attempted a mild protest, but it was no use. Less than five minutes later, Honey had him dressed and out of the house.
As he drove home, steering with one hand while he rubbed his tingling crotch with the other, Bobby looked back on what had happened almost as if it had been a wet dream rather than reality. It had flared up so quickly, then ended so abruptly. Honey Wilde was something else. For once in his life, Bobby Dunlap had met a girl he couldn't get a handle on.
In the meantime, Honey was treating herself to a long, soaking bubble bath. In actuality, her employers were scheduled to return much later than she had indicated to Bobby. Honey had lied because she wanted to clean up and she didn't like to be rushed. Being in control of the situation was very important to her.
As the frothy water dissolved the sweat and cum from her body, Honey reviewed her seduction of Bobby Dunlap. It had gone well. Very well.
But then it almost always did. Once Honey told a potential conquest that she was a virgin, she had him eating out of her hand. She got more cock by pretending to be cherry than a whore on the streets.
Lately, Honey had been especially busy. It occurred to her as she sloshed in the tub that Bobby was the fourth guy she'd fucked this week alone. She had tied her own personal high.
It would be a shame to get this far and not break the record, Honey thought while she soaped her cunt. The foamy fingers that slipped inside her gash heightened her determination.
There was a clock in the bathroom. It was still well before midnight and the couple for whom she was babysitting had promised to be home before then. The husband had caught Honey's eye right from the beginning. If she could lure him between her legs before midnight, she could break her record.
"Why not?" Honey said aloud.
Suddenly she was as hot to trot as if Bobby Dunlap had never existed-as if he had not just finished fucking her in her mouth, cunt and ass.
But then Honey Wilde was like that. The prospect of a fresh cock had a way of erasing the memory of the previous one. Every fuck for her was like the first one. By the time she got around to telling an unsuspecting male that she was a virgin, she was almost as convinced of it as he was.
CHAPTER TWO
Art and Ginny Malone were both tingling with erotic anticipation as he pulled their car into the driveway. Although they were an old married couple, they were as anxious to hop into bed with each other and fuck as a pair of horny teenagers.
Actually, the Malones' evening out had not started well. The service at the restaurant where they ate was lousy and the food was worse. Things hit bottom when the movie they planned to attend was sold out. Frustrated, Art and Ginny went to the first theatre they could find and bought tickets without even knowing what they were going to see. From that point on, there was a dramatic improvement that neither of them could have predicted.
Five minutes after the show started, Art and Ginny looked wide-eyed at each other, their breath coming in gasps. There was a throbbing bulge in his pants and her panties were soaking wet. They were watching their first hard-core porno movie.
The raw action on the screen turned on both of them beyond control. Although usually a reserved woman, Ginny let Art feel her up and agreed to play with his hard cock, despite the people sitting around them. Finally, she went down on him right in the theatre, which explained the cum now crusting around the fly of his pants.
However, Art and Ginny had to go home for what they really craved. A fuck. His stiff prick in her tight, wet pussy. Jizz squirting up in her spasming cunt as both of them climaxed simultaneously. They were so hot it had been all they could do to keep from pulling the car over and fucking by the side of the road.
"You're going to think you've had a jackhammer inside your cunt when I'm finished balling you," Art gushed, as he switched off the lights and killed the engine. His prick was like a crowbar in his pants.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Ginny purred.
Her twat was boiling. She had to keep her thighs together to keep the juice from leaking all over the upholstery of their new Toyota.
"You'll find out soon enough," Art leered. "Come on, let's go inside or I'll fuck you right here in the car. When you start screaming from my big' cock in your cunt, the neighbors will call the cops that someone's being raped.
The door of the Toyota was open when, suddenly, Ginny froze. Her eyes were on a pony-tailed silhouette in the living-room window.
"What's wrong?" Art asked.
"The babysitter," Ginny sighed with frustration. "One of us has to take her home."
"Shit," Art muttered. "Can't she walk?"
"Are you kidding? This rape business is no joke.Three women have been attacked in the suburbs in the last month. One of us is going to have to give that girl a ride home. I'll do it if you'd like."
"Hell, I'm so horny, I'll probably jerk off if you leave me alone," Art said. "Send her out. I'll whip her home right away, while you get ready."
"I'll put some of that strawberry lotion on my pussy that you like so much," Ginny said.
Art smacked his lips in anticipation. His cock was so stiff that it ached.
When the babysitter appeared, she was clutching her school books to the front of her sweater. Immediately, Art noticed how innocent she looked, with her pleated skirt, scrubbed cheeks and blonde ponytail.
"Have a nice time, Mr. Malone?" she asked as she got into the car.
"Oh, yeah, sure ... sure," Art clumsily responded, his tongue sticking on her name. Since he'd passed thirty-five, these teenage girls all looked the same to him.
They had driven a block when Art realized he had no idea where the girl lived. When he asked for directions, he carelessly took a stab at her name and came up with the wrong one.
"Oh, no, Mr. Malone, my name's not Candy," she corrected him. "It's Honey. Honey Wilde. I can see where you'd be confused, though. They're both sweet."
For the first time, Art noticed there was something different about this girl. This Honey. She was looking at him in a way that was both peculiar and familiar.
Suddenly he realized what it was. She was looking at him in the same way Ginny had during the ride home when she couldn't wait to get his cock inside her cunt.
The car swerved to the right and lurched to a stop when it hit the curb as paralyzing self-consciousness seized Art Malone. Realizing that the girl was staring at his cum-stained, bulging crotch, Art tried to make his cock go down-but it was impossible.
Honey slid over on the seat, her skirt riding up her creamy thighs. Art became aware that one of her thighs was touching one of his. The only sound in the car was hard breathing.
"Do you mind if I speak frankly, Mr. Malone?" Honey broke the panting silence in a girlish but serious voice.
Words would not form in Art's bone-dry mouth. All he could do was nod. .
"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, because I'm certainly not the kind of girl who says this to just anybody," Honey said. "But I find you extremely attractive."
She openly rubbed her bare thigh against his. Art thought his dick was going to shoot off in his pants.
"I know you're married and all, and some people might not approve, but all I know is the way I feel," Honey matter-of-factly stated. "If you wanted me to, I'd give myself to you. No strings attached."
"You don't know what you're saying!" Art blurted.
"Oh, yes, I do," Honey firmly replied. "A virgin doesn't go shooting her mouth off about something like this. Not unless she's sure." She paused for devastating effect. "I'm sure. Please fuck me."
Without waiting for Art's response, Honey lifted the hem of her skirt. Her sheer panties were so damp with pussy-juice that they might as well not have been there.
Honey took Art's hand and placed it between her open thighs. When his fingertips felt the moist warmth of her steaming pussy, they began moving on their own. Quickly, the crotch-panel of Honey's panties was tugged aside and Art was finger-fucking her to the last knuckle. The pungent aroma of hot, teenage pussy-juice filled the car.
"There's a place where the kids go to make-out," Honey rapidly told Art. "You can take me there and do whatever you want to me. Just promise you'll pop my cherry before you take me home."
"Yes," Art muttered. "Yes." It was all he could say.
Honey unzipped his fly and played with his hard-on on the way to their destination. Her lips were just beginning to slurp down the blue-veined shaft of his cock when Art parked the car. Within seconds, the two of them were tangled in the back seat in a wild embrace, feverishly stripping each other.
When Art had Honey down to her panties, he found his hand in the crack of her ass. Gripping a flimsy ribbon of fabric, he ripped the final garment away from the rear. Naked, Honey pushed her hot pussy in his face. Art started eating like he was starving to death.
A few moments later, they were coupled in a slurping sixty-nine. Art's face was buried in ear-to-ear cunt. His thick cock was pumping furiously down Honey's throat. The car rocked crazily on its axles.
Primed for an explosion by Ginny before Honey was even in the picture, Art's balls twisted violently in their sac. The pressurized cum rose in his dick and blasted forth into the gumming, tonguing cavity that was Honey's mouth.
As fast as Art's jizz squirted into her mouth, Honey gulped it down. She didn't choke, she didn't gag. She swallowed Art's cum with a smoothness equaling the creamy texture of the gushing substance itself.
Art was impressed. His wife, although an expert cock-sucker, would never drink his jizz. When he came in her mouth, Ginny spit it out. It was a treat for Art to hear moist gurgling as his hot cum percolated into a female throat. Compared to Honey Wilde, Art's wife seemed just half a woman, even though Ginny was twice the cum-sucking teenager's age.
His dick even harder than before he had shot his wad, Art muscled Honey against the car door. Without any resistance, he opened her legs as far as they would go. Juicy with desire, her blonde cunt spread before him.
"I'm going to fuck you," Art said in a fatherly voice. "Just relax and let me do all the work."
Honey murmured virginally, turning on the innocence.
"Trust me," Art sighed.
It was hard for Art to keep a rein on himself. His mind reeled as he imagined his dick entering a virgin cunt. He had been cheated of this experience. Ginny had already lost her cherry by the time he met her. Honey might be Art's last and only chance at untried pussy.
"All right," Art panted, his words sounding alien to him in this extraordinary situation. "I've got my cock in my hand. Are you ready to take it in your cunt?"
As Honey eagerly nodded, they both looked down. Art's prick was twitching in his grip.
"I'm going to put the head of my cock between the lips of your pussy," Art continued. "Don't worry, I won't do anything without telling you first. Okay?"
"Anything you say," Honey sighed, her crotch squirming. "I trust you completely."
It was a big responsibility for Art. Next to breaking in a virgin, the other challenges of his life seemed trivial. Job, family, the mortgage-they were all meaningless compared to a cherry pussy.
His imprint would be forever stamped on Honey, because his prick would be the first to ever fuck her beautiful young cunt.
"Here comes the head of my cock," Art gasped, zeroing in on Honey's wide-open twat. "I promise it won't hurt."
Honey interrupted him with a blissful moan as the knob of his prick filled the dewy space between her pussy-lips. A fresh batch of juice flooded from her cunt, moistening Art's cock halfway down its shaft.
"I think I'm coming already," Honey groaned. "My pussy is tingling."
"It's just the beginning," Art assured her. "My cock is hardly inside your cunt yet. We have ten inches to go."
Honey wriggled her ass with excitement. When she did, the head of Art's dick lewdly entered the sucking mouth of her pussy.
Art's instinct told him to ram his dick into the oily warmth of Honey's cunt. But somehow he held back.
"I'm giving you another inch," he told Honey in a pinched voice.
Honey slid down beneath him, capturing a lot more than just another inch of his cock. Her cunt was so wet that the juice was trickling down into the crack of her ass.
Now Art began fingering Honey's clit. He had the idea that the pleasure it brought would mask the pain she would feel when he popped her cherry.
"Ooooooh," Honey groaned from the added stimulation, "that feels soo gooood."
She wrapped her legs around Art's waist, loosely at first, then lifting her crotch. Abruptly, half of Art's cock was engulfed by her hungry pussy.
"This is it," Art announced, trembling and breathless. "I'm going in all the way."
"Yes, yes!" Honey cried. "Oh, God, yes! Do it! Do it! I can't wait any longer to be a real woman! Fuck me to the limit!"
He did. Knifing forward, Art's cock sliced to the juicy core of Honey's cunt.
"I can feel it breaking," Honey winced as if in pain. "I can feel my cherry popping. Your dick is so big and strong! Ooooooh, God! Jesus, it hurts so good!"
Her legs flew straight up in the air and then spread wide as she let loose a piercing wail of release. Honey was such a convincing actress, no man could have failed to believe that she was being fucked for the first time. Art Malone was no exception.
Now that his cock had taken the final plunge, Art realized that there was no turning back. A cherry can only be popped once. No longer was there any reason for Art to spare Honey the full force of his hard-on.
With Honey crying out encouragement, Art's stiff dick went on a rampage. Drilling to the core of her twat, the twisting bit of its head struck a wellspring of untapped juice. As Art's cock pistoned, cunt-cream rose around the shaft, greasing the union of prick and cunt until the cock-strokes were a blur.
But Art couldn't give her more. He was fucking Honey as hard and fast as he could. He had always been proud of his big cock, but it couldn't penetrate her bottomless cunt any deeper than it already had.
Gradually, Honey had been taking control. Now she made her move.
Reaching behind, Honey opened the car door. Slithering from the seat to the ground, she used her long, scissoring legs to pull Art along in her wake. When they landed on the grass, she rolled the two of them over and came up grinning-on top.
Leaning forward, Honey smothered Art's face with her tits. She was all over him now, fucking him instead of being fucked by him.
Honey squeezed Art's balls. Then she fingered his ass-hole. All the while, her cunt gripped every inch of his cock like a vise. He was all hers, just the way Honey liked it.
"Come!" Honey demanded. "Come in my pussy!"
Honey was speaking directly to Art's cock, as though his mind was contained in its ten inches. This was what it always came down to for her. A man's soul was in his prick. And when his prick was in her pussy, she cared about nothing else.
"COME!" Honey shrieked. "COME, YOU BASTARD!"
Art was numb except for one part of his body. All of his feeling was in his prick. Bucking on cue in Honey's flaring cunt, it drove deeper within her than Art had realized a man's cock could reach inside of a pussy.
Shooting straight up, Art's cum was like a geyser. With her pussy thirsty for every drop of it, Honey greedily squeezed his balls, wringing them dry.
After it had shot its wad, Art's prick collapsed. A third of its erect size, it shrank out of Honey's slippery cunt as soft and squishy as it had gone in big and hard. Looking down at his wilted cock, Art sighed with exhaustion.
Getting up, Honey ignored Art as she retrieved her clothes and quickly dressed. Before Art's bleary eyes, she transformed herself from a naked fucking-machine into the pony-tailed, fresh-faced schoolgirl who baby-sat for his kids.
Art had trouble believing he had just fucked her. He tried to imagine her cunt full of his cum, but the vision would not materialize. The whole thing seemed like a dream. Art started to wonder what he was doing there, sprawled on the ground with his sticky prick hanging out of his pants.
"It's such a nice night out, I guess I'll walk the rest of the way home," Honey said as though she were talking to herself.
Something inside Art was unwilling to let Honey walk out of his life as if she had never existed. His male pride would not let him leave well enough alone.
"Aren't you afraid?" Art blurted, grabbing at the remembered straw of his wife's concern about the recent rash of rapes in the area.
"Of what?" Honey asked with a carefree lilt.
"It's late ... the streets aren't safe after dark ... you might be attacked ... r-raped," Art said haltingly, hearing his voice as if it were coming to him from the bottom of a well.
Honey giggled like a schoolgirl.
"It's no joke," Art persisted. "My wife told me...."
He stopped with the mention of Ginny, suddenly recalling that she was waiting for him at home with her legs spread in readiness. He could see her familiar cunt in his mind's eye, sparking with dew in anticipation. How could he face her with his cock sticky with spent cum and so tired that getting it up again to fuck her seemed an impossibility?
"Rape?" Honey chuckled with unconcealed amusement. "Don't you think I can take care of myself?"
Merging with a shaft of moonlight, Honey's face was oddly illuminated, magnifying her expression. She was leering like an obscene jack-o'-lantern. Her dirty laughter made it clear that her virginity had been a fraud.
Cured of Honey, Art turned away with disgust. All he wanted was to be home, in his wife's arms. Ginny had never been more precious to him. She was a woman, not some goddamn little prick-teaser who fucked and ran.
Art had learned his lesson. He just hoped he could get his cock up again to give Ginny the hard fuck she deserved.
As he heard Honey's footsteps padding away, Art hoped she got what was coming to her. A lesson she'd never forget.
"Maybe somebody will rape the little bitch," Art chuckled aloud, at peace with himself. "It would serve her right! Oh, God, would it serve her right."
CHAPTER THREE
He came up behind her out of nowhere. Without warning, Honey felt a gloved hand against her throat and a knee in the small of her back.
He wrestled Honey into a clump of bushes and forced her into a kneeling position. With one hand he drew a butcher knife from under his black leather jacket. With the other he unzipped his pants and pulled out his angry, stiff cock.
"Suck it!" he demanded, pressing his fiery cock-head against Honey's quivering lips.
She resisted, clamping her teeth closed. Honey was a strong-willed girl. No man was going to make her suck his prick if she didn't want to. Sex for her had always been a one-way street. She decided when, where and how it was going to happen.
"Bitch!" the rapist snarled, his teeth flashing in the eerie moonlight.
The tip of the knife pricked Honey's cheek. When it flicked downward, she could feel blood begin to flow.
"Now are you going to suck my cock?" the rapist sadistically asked.
Honey knew that her life was at stake, but she was still too proud to give in. No man was going to push her around. Not even a knife-wielding rapist. Her jaw remained clamped shut.
Having bloodily creased her face, the point of the knife dipped to the neck of Honey's sweater. It was sharp. Very, very sharp. With just a snap of his wrist, the rapist slashed the sweater open from the top to the bottom. All of a sudden, Honey's braless tits were bobbing in the moonlight like a pair of silvery melons.
"That's quite a set of knockers you've got there, little lady. I'll bet you're mighty proud of them," the rapist drawled. "It would be a pitiful shame if anything happened to such a fine pair of titties."
The blade of the knife flattened ai in e top of Honey's tit. Then, slowly, it rotated until the cutting edge was a hair away from slicing her spongy flesh.
"I could hack this tit off without even trying," the rapist chuckled evilly. "You'd look kind of funny with only one jug. Even worse with none."
Honey looked down at her chest. She didn't see tits. She saw scabby scars, devastating in their flatness.
The rapist had called her bluff. He had won.
"I'll suck your cock," Honey said.
The big prick was in her mouth before she finished speaking-a gnarled, curving prick that made Honey's nostrils flare with its sour taste.
"Use your tongue," the rapist told her. "Rub it over the tip of my cock."
Swishing her tongue over the head of his dick, Honey found herself slipping into the rhythm of cock-sucking. She couldn't help it. Once a stiff prick was in her mouth her female reflexes took over. The only kind of blow-job Honey knew how to give was the best.
The rapist was moaning from the delicious oral suction. Inevitably, his cock moved forward until all of it was in Honey's mouth. She could feel his wiry pubic hairs tickling inside her nose, his hot balls churning against her chin.
Once the rapist had hilted his tool, it was no longer a question of Honey merely sucking him off. He was fucking her mouth now, pumping his hard-on, using Honey's spasming throat like a cunt.
"I'm going to come pretty quick," the rapist announced. "Are you going to swallow?"
With a mouthful of cock, Honey nodded automatically. The fact of the matter was that when a man came in her mouth she was incapable of handling it any other way than by gulping down his jizz.
"Here we go," the rapist said. "My dick's going to blow in your mouth."
Lurching down Honey's throat to the root, the rapist's prick thickened and lengthened in the last instant before the moment of truth. When it erupted, the cum was as hot as liquid flame and as thick as oil.
Honey drank it all. Every drop of jizz. She sucked the rapist's cock bone-dry.
"Not bad," he chuckled when he got his prick back. "Now let's see what else you can do."
The knife was back on display. This time its tip was fiddling with the waistband of Honey's skirt.
There was a flick. A quick rip. The severed garment fell away from Honey's shapely, bare hips as she fell to the ground.
"No panties, huh?" the rapist noted with approval. "I like that."
Honey glanced down. A golden tuft of pussy hair puffed between her legs as she recalled that Art Malone had destroyed her panties when they were fucking in the back seat of his car. She had forgotten all about it.
Now she remembered Art's warning about the danger on the streets after dark for a lone female. But instead of wishing she had listened to him, Honey seethed with anger. As far as she was concerned, it was as if he had personally hired the rapist to teach her a lesson.
Well, Honey vowed, it wouldn't work. Nobody taught Honey Wilde a lesson.
She spread her legs. Brazenly. The lewd suddenness of her action caught the rapist off guard. He flinched with surprise at the sight of her abruptly wide-open crotch.
"What's the matter, stud, haven't you ever seen a spread pussy before?" Honey smirked.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" the rapist snapped defensively. "I'm in charge here and you'd better not forget it, bitch!"
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Honey asked boldly.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know. Your cock looks kind of beat."
The rapist looked down. Actually, his prick was standing out like a yardarm, but the lie gave Honey the opportunity to kick her distracted assailant right in the nuts.
He howled with pain as he doubled over and clutched his groin. The knife popped from his hand and flew several feet away. Honey ran for it. When she returned to the rapist's side, she was armed and thirsting for revenge.
He looked up in disbelief. "Wha-what are you going to do?" he stammered when he realized the blade of the knife was keeping company with his ribs.
"I ought to castrate you," Honey said. "Cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat!"
She laughed, enjoying the toughness of her words and the nervous response of her foiled assailant. She felt relaxed and loose, the way she always did when she had a difficult situation well in hand.
It was a mistake. Even Honey could fall into the trap of overconfidence.
There was a flurry of violent movement. When it was over, Honey was helplessly sprawled on the ground, naked and spread-eagled, wondering what had gone wrong. The rapist's knife was at her cunt, the cold steel of the blade flattening one of her pussy-lips.
"If you ought to cut my balls off, maybe I ought to fuck you with this knife," the rapist snarled. "The blade would fit into your blonde little twat just right. It's just about the same length as my cock. When I was through, you could have your guts for a midnight snack."
The knife shifted to the center of Honey's cunt. The chill of the metal against the meat of her pussy sent a paralyzing shudder up and down her spine that robbed her of the last of her nerve.
"Please," Honey cried, tears streaming down her ashen cheeks. "I didn't mean anything. I was just trying to protect myself. Please, don't fuck me with your knife."
"Maybe you'd like it better if I used this," the rapist grinned.
His free hand was holding his hard cock. It was only slightly less menacing than the knife.
It would have been easiest for Honey to just go ahead and say, "Fuck me," grateful that she was going to get a prick stuffed up her pussy instead of a butcher knife. But she was so stunned that she fell back on something that had always worked in the past, without stacking it up against the reality of the present.
"I'm a virgin," Honey murmured, comforted by the familiar sound of the words she had uttered so often.
"So what?" the rapist replied. He laughed uproariously. Then he fucked her.
His cock was a battering ram. Not satisfied with just her cunt, he fucked Honey in the ass as well. Punching one instant to the depths of her aching pussy, the next his huge prick was punishing her tight, dry ass-hole.
While he alternately fucked her in both holes, the rapist slobbered all over Honey's tits. He was a chewer, taking the nipples between his teeth and grinding them raw.
Then there were his hands. Once he had his cock inside of Honey, he had tossed the knife aside. His fingers roamed all over her naked body, pinching, poking, probing, and finally, bruising.
Honey had never felt so degraded. So abused. For the first time in her life she hated her body. Hated the fact that she had been born female-with holes between her legs for a man's dick to fuck, and tits to be crushed.
Her attacker sensed all of this. An understanding of the female mind under brutal sexual stress was as much a rapist's stock in trade as his stiff prick. He owned his victims-mind, body and soul-that was what made rape so enjoyable.
But if Honey felt she was scraping bottom, she still had farther to fall. Her attacker wanted it all. Her total shame.
"You're going to come," he said matter-of-factly, after shifting his cock from Honey's ass to her cunt for the dozenth time.
"I can't ... I can't," she whimpered in agony.
"You have to!" the rapist yelled. "Or I'll kill you." His hands were around Honey's neck.
Now there was a grim silence as the rapist got down to the nitty gritty of his sadistic art. His cock slammed ceaselessly in Honey's pussy, seeming to grow with every stroke.
There was no way Honey could ignore the intense friction. The walls of her cunt, previously numbed from terror, were rapidly unthawing. The nerve-endings were tingling, then dancing.
With the return of sensual awareness in Honey's twat came moisture. At first it was just a filmy slickness, but before long it was syrupy juice that eventually welled at the seams of Honey's cock-filled pussy and then trickled into the hollows of her crotch.
The rapist knew what was happening. Not only could he feel the spasming dampness surrounding his dick, he could hear his cock squish as it moved back and forth in his victim's now-sopping cunt.
"Move your ass!" he demanded.
Honey would have done so even without his command. She couldn't help it.
Honey was no longer being forcibly raped. Whether she liked it or not, she was fucking. As an equal partner in the act, her hips picked up on the erotic tempo and rolled from side to side.
Once her ass started wriggling, it was all over for Honey. She could not control the waves of unwanted pleasure rippling across her loins. On her own, she wrapped her legs around the brutal stranger and pulled his crotch against her as tightly as possible.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Honey gasped. Then she began to shout. "FUCK ME! OH, GOD, FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!"
Honey couldn't believe her ears. But then, she couldn't believe the unwelcome miracle that was happening between her legs, either. For her cunt was ablaze with lust, and the flames were spreading. There was no getting around it. She was an eyelash away from coming.
Teetering on the brink of a climax she desperately did not want to have, Honey only needed the slightest push from the man fucking her to pass the point of no return. The push she got was more than slight. With a thrusting grunt, the rapist let fly and shot his creamy wad into the depths of her cunt.
With the first hot spurt of jizz, Honey felt her senses snap. Suddenly, fireworks were going off in her head. Her pulse raced and her body flushed violently.
She was shaking. She was writhing. She was screaming and crying. She was coming harder than she ever had in her life.
The rapist's jizz flooded her cunt and oozed out into the open. Honey could feel it snaking down her thighs as though something were crawling on her flesh.
Still spurting, the cock in her pussy pulled out and finished its job in her face. With her mouth open to cry out with orgasm, Honey found herself drinking cum. It slithered down her throat like raw egg.
"Can't get enough, can you, you horny bitch?" the rapist laughed.
He was up on his feet now, shaking the last drops of jism onto Honey's face. Then, without so much as blinking, he pissed on her.
As the scalding stream of urine drenched her, an exhausted Honey collapsed in total degradation. Finishing his piss, the rapist splattered her body from head to toe.
Looking up at him through bleary eyes, Honey bared her teeth. "Why don't you shit on me?" she screamed. "Isn't that what a whore like me deserves?"
The rapist just laughed at her. Then he put his cock back in his pants, zipped up his fly, and left.
Abandoned, Honey was hit by a nauseating wave of rejection. Suddenly, she was seized by a desperate urge to salvage some small shred of self-respect from her rape.
"Was I a good fuck?" she called out after the rapist.
"I've had better," he answered from a distance, his drawling voice drifting on the night wind.
"Come back!" Honey cried, her frustration rising to an impossible level. "Fuck me again! Give me another chance! I'll give you the best piece of ass you've ever had! I promise! Please! Please! PLEASE, FUCK ME!"
There was no answer. The rapist was gone.
But Honey could hear his mocking laughter. She would for a long time to come.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I just can't understand what's gotten into you," Mrs. Wilde said to her slouching daughter. "You used to be so full of life."
"Aw, Mom, leave me alone," Honey muttered as she slumped in her chair, her glazed eyes fixed on the flickering TV screen.
"Maybe if you told me what's bothering you, it might help," Mrs. Wilde said hopefully. "You know, a mother-daughter talk. We haven't had one of those in a long time."
Honey winced. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her rape. Especially to her mother. Sex was one thing the two of them just didn't discuss. If anybody bought the lie that Honey was a virgin, it was her mother.
To Mrs. Wilde, the avoidance of sex was not a matter of virtue, but taste. She hated men. Ever since Honey's father had run out on her fifteen years before, she had declared total war on the male population. Even though she was not yet forty and still a very attractive woman, all of her social life was spent with other women.
"Please, baby, talk to me," Mrs. Wilde pleaded, her eyes welling with tears as she knelt before her daughter. "It just breaks my heart to see you like this."
Honey hated this. Why couldn't her mother understand that the way she was acting just made things worse?
"Come on, Mom," Honey said, reaching out and holding her mother. "This is just one of those things I'll have to work out on my own."
A very emotional person, Mrs. Wilde could not stop crying. She imagined that her daughter no longer needed her. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. She was so caught up with her grief that she did not notice that her bathrobe had pulled open and her bare breasts were so exposed that the pink nipples were showing.
Honey noticed, though. She didn't see her mother's uncovered body often, but when she did she was always impressed by its youthful firmness.
"P-please stop crying, Mom," Honey stammered self-consciously, as much distracted by her mother's creamy tits as by her tears.
"I can't," Mrs. Wilde sobbed. "You're my baby. When you're unhappy, it's natural that I want to take you in my arms and make things better."
Suddenly, they were embracing. Mrs. Wilde had arisen between Honey's legs and was now smothering her daughter with soft kisses. Reflexively, Honey kissed back.
It was inevitable that their mouths would meet. Tongues darted. Honey's knee was in her mother's damp crotch. Her trembling fingers were untying the sash of her mother's robe.
Mrs. Wilde shucked the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was naked, pressing her tits against her daughter, as Honey and she shared a second French-kiss that was even deeper than the first.
"You're beautiful, Mom," Honey gasped when they came up for air.
"Rub your knee between my legs," Mrs. Wilde gasped. When Honey did, she moaned, "I'm coming ... I'm coming."
As she watched her mother ride her knee and felt the pussy-juice drip down her leg, Honey was suddenly hit by the full impact of what was happening.
"Mom," she blurted, "we have to stop doing this!"
"Why?" her mother dreamily sighed as she fingered her clit so the climax wouldn't stop.
"It's wrong," Honey insisted. "You're my mother ... and we're both women."
Mrs. Wilde smiled like a cat who had just eaten a canary. She didn't say a word, but her message came though loud and clear to her stunned daughter.
All at once her mother's dislike of men took on a whole new meaning for Honey. Her mother wasn't anti-sex at all-except with the opposite sex!
"You're a lesbian, aren't you?" Honey gulped.
Her mother still didn't speak. Instead, she replied by going to work on Honey's clothing, stripping it away with brisk efficiency.
When she was naked, Honey blushed in the gaze of her mother's probing eyes and tried to cover herself. Mrs. Wilde would have none of it.
"You're such a beautiful girl," she finally spoke. "You should be proud to show off your body. Don't be shy, darling. Spread your legs for Mother."
With her mother's help, Honey numbly did as she was told. All of a sudden, her mother's face was between her open thighs. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, her mother was eating her cunt.
Honey began to come immediately. The tongue in her twat was a marvel. Having a cunt herself, her mother knew just where to tease, just where to probe, just where to rub.
Mother and daughter slipped from the chair onto the floor. Quickly, they were positioned in a lesbian sixty-nine. The lips of her mouth squashed against the lips of her mother's cunt, Honey gorged herself with pussy juice that was so sweet it made her wince.
They rolled all over the room, sucking each other's pussies side by side and takng turns on top. Although there was almost a twenty-year difference in their ages, the naked bodies of Honey and her mother were almost exact duplicates. An outsider would have been hard-pressed to tell who was eating whose naturally blonde cunt.
"Have you ever fucked with another woman before?" Mrs. Wilde asked her daughter during a temporary lull in their pussy-sucking.
"No, this is my first time," Honey honestly explained, telling the truth for once about her sexual history.
"Mmmmmm," her mother murmured with approval. "I knew your cunt was cherry the second I tasted it. It's been a long time since I had a virgin, but you never lose your taste for cherry pussy."
"Why didn't you tell me before you were a lesbian?" Honey asked., "How come you waited so long to ... to...." She was having trouble coming up with the right word.
"Seduce you?" her mother replied.
"Yes." Honey giggled at her shyness.
"I didn't want to push you into anything," Mrs. Wilde explained. "Guess I jumped the gun, though, after all. If you want to back out, I'll understand."
"Oh, Mom, I love you!" Honey gushed. "There's nothing I'd rather do than get it on with you. Your pussy is a dream come true. I could suck it forever."
"Then you don't mind that I made the first move?"
"What do you think?" Honey quickly replied, then dove once more between her mother's spread legs.
Mrs. Wilde's cunt was beautiful and blonde, just like her daughter's. Down the center, soft, pink lips pouted invitingly. Sparkling juice flowed from within. When Honey ate her mother's pussy it was easy for her to imagine she was going down on a goddess. But it would have been just as easy for her to imagine that she was going down on herself-because, for all intents and purposes, the blonde cunts of mother and daughter were identical.
Later, after another twenty-minute sixty-nine, Honey would question her mother some more about being a lesbian. She had so many things she wanted to know about a lifestyle that had seemed so foreign to her until now.
"Don't you ever miss men at all, Mom?" Honey asked.
"Why should I?" Mrs. Wilde snapped.
"Well, uh, you'll have to admit that they've got something we don't have," Honey pointed out.
"So what?" Her mother grunted with disgust at the suggestion of male superiority.
"You mean, you never miss something big and hard pumping inside your pussy?" Honey asked.
"Of course not," Mrs. Wilde firmly replied, then thoroughly surprised her daughter with what she said next. "Why should I miss it when I get all the cock I want?"
Honey's jaw dropped. She was totally confused.
"Don't get me wrong," her mother chuckled at her bewilderment. "I have nothing against dicks in themselves. They're very, very useful. It's just that men don't know what to do with them, the clumsy fools. But give a woman ten hard inches jutting from between her legs, and then you've got something special."
"Mother, you're not making any sense at all," Honey protested.
"Oh, no?" Mrs. Wilde smirked. "Just go hop into bed and wait for me with your pussy open. You'll find out what I mean soon enough, my dear."
Alone in bed, Honey wondered what was going to happen. It was all like a crazy dream. Would she wake up miserable again?
"Do you have your legs spread, darling?"
Honey heard her mother's cheery voice through the bedroom door. It had the ring of reality.
As a precaution, Honey pinched herself. No bubble burst, all it did was hurt. Brimming with confidence, she opened her thighs. For good measure, she drew her forefinger up the damp slit of her cunt, then tasted the glistening sauce. Her pussy-juice was too pungent and sweet to be part of an illusion.
Honey was positive at last that she had both feet firmly planted in real life. Just because something seemed too good to be true, didn't mean that it wasn't. There were such things as miracles.
She was here. Now. Waiting to be fucked by another woman, who happened to be her mother. She didn't know how the act would be accomplished, but she was ready, willing and able to submit to anything.
Her mother appeared in the doorway. Strapped around her waist and jutting from her golden crotch was the biggest, blackest cock Honey had ever seen. Her excited pussy creamed all over the sheets just from the sight of it.
Her mother came to the edge of the bed, stroking the ebony tool. It had to be at least a foot long.
"I thought you said ten inches?" Honey gasped.
"I didn't want to scare you," she grinned.
"What a monster," Honey noted with awe, her pussy aching with expectation.
"Go ahead and touch it."
Honey's fingers reached out like they were going to be burned. But when the tips brushed the mallet-sized head of the huge, black prick, she eagerly closed her hand around the thick shaft.
"Feels like a real cock, doesn't it?" Mrs. Wilde said. "It's called a dildo."
"It's better than real!" Honey exclaimed. I can't wait to feel it in my cunt! Please, fuck me, Mom!"
"I'd better," Mrs. Wilde chuckled. "Your pussy looks like it's going to melt into a puddle if I don't hurry and fill it with my big, black cock."
Honey lifted her legs up and bent them, forcing her knees against her tits. Her cunt was a gorge. It had to be to take so much thick prick.
Kneeling before her naked, fuck-ready daughter with the dildo in her grip like a sword, Honey's mother stabbed forward. The gleaming cock-head surged between the parted pussy-lips in its path and disappearing into Honey's cunt, pulling five or six inches of shaft along with it.
"Give me more!" Honey pleaded. "Fuck me with the whole thing! Every inch! Every fucking inch!"
"You asked for it, my darling daughter," Mrs. Wilde panted. "It'll hurt, I promise you. I hope you're the kind of woman who enjoys pain."
"Oh, yes ... God, yes ... the more the better!" Honey cried. "Punish me! Split me in two with your big, black cock!"
"I'll do my level best," she said, and then powered the dildo forward in her daughter's cunt.
The dildo thrust to the core of Honey's pussy. She had never taken so much cock. It was like a battering ram in her cunt, wider and longer than anything she had ever imagined even in her wildest fantasies.
Having hilted her daughter's pussy with a foot of rubber cock, Honey's mother totally assumed the male role. As a hard-core lesbian, the only way a man could fit into her scheme of things was when she was fucking another woman. Right now, as far as she was concerned, she had been born with twelve inches of big, black prick between her legs.
"Am I hurting you enough?" Mrs. Wilde asked through gritted teeth, as she brutally fucked her daughter.
"More, more!" Honey begged. She had never wanted to be fucked so much. So hard.
"Wrap your legs around me," Mrs. Wilde suggested. "Push back ... every time I shove my cock in your pussy, push back."
Shooting straight out, Honey's legs framed her mother's waist, then folded into a squeezing clamp. Honey drew her mother flush against her, their crotches meshing tightly.
The dildo was buried in Honey's cunt. Her mother was fucking her better than any guy ever had. Honey had spread her legs for dozens of well-hung dudes, but none of them had ever filled her pussy with a cock that matched the giant rubber prick her mother was fucking her with.
"Your prick is soooo big," Honey gasped with wonder. "I can feel it every place. It seems like it's filling my whole body."
Her mother continued to surge within her cunt with the huge rubber hard-on. The head of the dildo went places inside Honey that the horny teenager had not known could be reached by a cock.
"Are you feeling it?" her mother asked. "Are you coming, baby?"
"Almost," Honey panted. "I'm right on the edge of a monster climax. Push me over ... God, I can't wait to explode."
Mrs. Wilde grinned from ear to ear. There was nothing she liked better than making a member of her own sex come.
Already hiked, the massive prick began to twist. Its barbed head was like the bit of a drill in Honey's cunt.
Brewing ever since the head of the dildo first split the lips of her pussy, the erotic storm at the core of Honey's cunt erupted with full force. She was coming harder than she ever had in her life.
"My cunt's on fire!" Honey screamed with orgasm. Her climax was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Loosening from around her mother's waist, Honey's legs stiffened and rose in the air until they were sticking straight up. The puffy sides of her cunt flexed from between her upturned thighs as the prick squished in and out in an ebony blur.
Always eager to pour it on, Mrs. Wilde stabbed a finger into the rosebud of her daughter's ass-hole. Now, in addition to the orgasmic turmoil of her runaway senses, Honey could feel her shit boiling. Pleased with the response, Mrs. Wilde inserted a second and third finger within the narrow channel, curling them into a gouging claw.
"You're killing me!" Honey cried. "God, I love it!"
Mrs. Wilde had yet another trick up her sleeve. As devastating as her trio of fingers up her daughter's ass were in combination with the pumping dildo in Honey's cunt, they were even more dynamic when they were abruptly yanked out. Honey experienced a rushing sense of release that made her howl on the heels of the loud pop from her ass-hole.
Mrs. Wilde kept grinding away with the dildo in Honey's cunt, fueling her daughter's orgasm. At the same time, her lips crushed against Honey's mouth, while her hands squeezed the luscious teenage tits.
"Oh, baby, you're burning up," Mrs. Wilde said between kisses. "Maybe we'd better cool things down."
"No!" Honey protested. "Don't stop fucking me!"
"Mother knows best," Mrs. Wilde crooned, and she began to withdraw the dildo from her daughter's swollen twat.
Without a cock in her pussy, Honey started to fall from the heights. Bathing her with kisses, her experienced mother brought her down easily, so that when she returned to earth she landed on a cushion of velvet. As Honey emerged from her orgasmic funk, her mother was stroking and fondling her as if she were once again a baby in the crib.
With the dildo free from her cunt, Honey took the rubber prick in her hands and lapped up the sticky sheen of her own pussy-juice, deep-throating the massive tool. She was so happy.
"Oh, Mom, that was so wonderful," Honey sighed as she sprawled on the tangled sheets, the dildo clutched between her tits. "I'm so glad you fucked me."
"I wish I'd been the first," Mrs. Wilde said evenly.
The full impact of her mother's words didn't register with Honey at first. But when it did, her cheeks burned and her throat went dry. She felt like she had just been accused of some terrible crime.
"You've fucked a man, haven't you?" Mrs. Wilde said, fixing Honey with her eyes so that a lie was out of the question.
"How can you tell?" Honey asked in a hush.
"I've fucked too many women not to know," her mother answered in a voice heavy with experience. "You fooled me when we were eating each other, but once I had the dildo in your cunt I knew the truth."
There was no way out. Honey knew that she had to come clean. The only question was how much.
"Yes," she admitted. "A man did fuck me."
"Who was he?" her mother asked.
"I was raped," Honey confessed with genuine anguish, then held her head in her hands and sobbed. "Oh, God, it was horrible. It's been over two weeks and I still can't get it out of my mind."
"Oh, you poor kid." Mrs. Wilde reacted with immediate sympathy, protectively embracing her weeping daughter. "What can I do?"
"Help me!" Honey pleaded. "Help me forget!"
"Yes, darling, yes," Mrs. Wilde cried along with her daughter. "I'll do everything I can. Mother is here."
CHAPTER FIVE
The Rape Crisis clinic wasn't Honey's idea. She was perfectly content to forget about men and their violence in her mother's loving arms.
But Mrs. Wilde insisted, claiming that rape could cause permanent scars without professional help. When she called and made the appointment, Honey had no choice but to go along with it.
Honey expected her counselor would be another woman, probably one with a low opinion of men. This suited Honey just fine, now that her cock-oriented past was behind her and she had started a new life as a lesbian.
However, Dr. Beech was not only not a woman, he was a man of magnetic masculinity. Sensing Honey's uneasiness in his presence, he quickly explained that the city's psychiatrists donated their services to the clinic and served on a rotating basis. If Honey liked, he could reschedule her appointment with a female counselor.
"No ... no, that's all right," Honey sputtered.
There was something about Dr. Beech that would not allow her to dismiss him. As the session continued, Honey felt a tingling sensation in her crotch whenever their eyes met.
"Is there anything in particular I should know up front about your case, Miss Wilde?" the doctor asked after they were acquainted.
"I'm a lesbian," Honey blurted.
"I find that difficult to believe," Dr. Beech calmly replied.
"W-why?" Honey choked, uneasy about being disagreed with on such a personal matter.
The doctor's piercing blue eyes answered for him. They were trained on a patch of bare thigh Honey had exposed when she had carelessly shifted in her chair.
Defensively, Honey tugged the hem of her skirt, but it refused to stay down. As she vainly struggled, she felt the crotch of her panties dampen and cling to her oozing cunt like a second skin.
"I turn you on, don't I, Miss Wilde?" Dr. Beech remarked, the evenness of his voice becoming eerie to Honey's burning ears.
"No!" Honey snapped. "I know you're here to help me, but physically I find you as disgusting as I would any man. I'm no more attracted to you than I was to the man who raped me."
"Really?" the doctor chuckled, arching one of his bushy eyebrows.
Saying nothing more, he arose from his chair and walked around in front of his desk. Suddenly, Honey's eyes were bugging. She tried to turn away, but she couldn't-for the front of Dr. Beech's trousers were bulging with the outline of his swollen cock and balls.
Honey squirmed in her chair. Her sopping pussy squished so loudly that Dr. Beech laughed out loud.
"I've been told that I have an unusually large cock," he said, closing the distance between Honey and himself so his lumpy crotch was throbbing in her face. "Most normal women can't resist it."
The doctor paused, his blue eyes twinkling. He was very sure of himself.
"But, of course, if you're a lesbian, as you say," he continued, "it won't make the slightest difference to you how big my prick is. If I take it out of my pants, you won't be interested in sucking it.
Correct?"
Honey wanted to nod her head up and down and prove him wrong, but her neck was frozen. Worse, her tongue hungrily passed over her lips.
"Why don't we find out which one of us is right?" the doctor said dryly.
His zipper whirred down. His hand went into his fly. His stiff cock sprang out into the open.
Honey couldn't believe her eyes. Dr. Beech's prick seemed even larger than the dildo her mother had fucked her with. She hadn't known there was a man on earth so fantastically hung.
Honey couldn't help herself. As her pussy melted with white-hot desire, she drooled with cock-hunger.
"A true lesbian would spit in my face and tell me to go to hell," the doctor said. "But a normal woman would get down on her knees and beg me to fuck her in the mouth. Which are you, Miss Wilde?"
No longer a lesbian, Honey felt her legs pulling her to the floor. Abruptly, she was kneeling. Her mouth was open, spit trickling from the straining corners. Greedily, she grabbed for the doctor's magnificent hard-on, but he sidestepped away.
"You have to beg for it. Miss Wilde," he chuckled. "That way, there'll be no question of where you stand. After all, I don't want to force you into anything."
"Fuck my mouth!" Honey cried out.
"You're sure this is what you want, Miss Wilde?" the doctor chuckled some more, smugly fingering his massive prick.
"Yes! Yes!" Honey begged. "Please, let me suck your cock! Ram it down my throat!"
"When I come in your mouth," the doctor said with his usual calmness, "I'll expect you to swallow every drop."
"Yes, yes ... oh, God, yes," Honey moaned. "I want it more than you do."
"After I've finished coming in your mouth, I'll want to fuck you. I have a particular fondness for teenage pussy. Are you a natural blonde, Miss Wilde?"
Without hesitation, Honey ripped her skirt from her loins. Pulling her panties down, she brazenly exposed her dripping cunt.
"Ah, yes," Doctor Beech sighed, showing emotion for the first time. His cock seemed to have grown another inch.
Lurching for him while he admired her bare pussy, Honey seized the doctor's huge prick and closed her lips over the head. Within seconds, she had slurped halfway down the shaft.
Honey would have deep-throated Dr. Beech's immense cock anyway, but he jammed the last six inches down her throat under his own power. Then he started grinding his hips in the classic fucking motion. As the foot-long prick hilting her face twisted and turned, Honey's head swiveled on her neck like a ragdoll's.
"I'm going to shoot a load of hot cum in your mouth now," Dr. Beech announced.
He had a hair-trigger cock. Jumping like a cobra, his dick immediately erupted with a flood of scorching jizz.
With the sudden torrent, Honey's promise to swallow all of the doctor's cum seemed an impossibility. Her cheeks ballooned and she gagged from the excess. The jism was invading her breathing passages, clogging her nostrils.
"Suck it down," Dr. Beech demanded as he kept spurting his creamy wad. "Every drop"
So Honey couldn't back down. He cradled her head in his big hands and held her face flush against his thrusting crotch. Even after his prick had drained, he kept it in her mouth, refusing to give Honey any leeway. She had to swallow his cum or she'd choke on it.
Her eyes bugging, Honey gulped and choked. The smell of cum had her dizzy. Its wetness gave her the sensation she was drowning.
But she did not give up. There was no quit in her when it came to cock-sucking. She was determined to drink every drop of the doctor's hot, sweet jizz.
When he was satisfied that Honey had sucked his cock dry, Dr. Beech pushed Honey away. His roughness advertised his masculinity, making it clear that it was her duty to service him on his terms.
"Strip down all the way," he said. "Let me get a good look at your body."
Honey obediently removed her blouse and stood naked in the middle of the room. With the doctor's icy blue eyes roaming all over her, she felt goose bumps prickle on her bare skin. He had a way of making her feel exposed even beyond her nudity.
With no expression on his handsome face, the doctor walked toward Honey and placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he slid his strong fingers down the plump globes of her ass, digging his nails into the flesh.
As the halves of her ass were pulled apart, Honey had the urge to squirm. However, there was something about Dr. Beech's no-nonsense manner that paralyzed her. He seemed to own her. Honey was afraid to move a muscle without his permission.
The doctor's fingertips drew together in the open crack of Honey's ass. He pulled her toward him until the mound of her cunt pressed against his belt buckle. Pinned against her thigh, his hard cock burned against her bare flesh.
Dr. Beech shifted his weight just enough for his cock to spring free. Now Honey could feel the thick shaft rubbing against the slit of her twat, maddeningly stimulating her pussy-lips.
The doctor leaned forward, crushing Honey's soft tits against his muscular chest as he brought his mouth to her ear. His breath was cool instead of hot, almost chilly.
"You can't get enough, can you?" he whispered harshly.
Honey shook her head. It was true. No, she couldn't.
"When you were raped, you asked for it, didn't you," Dr. Beech hissed. It was a statement of fact, not a question. "By the time it was over, you were begging for more."
"Yes ... yes," Honey gasped. "How did you know?"
"I see hot, little tramps like you all the time in this clinic," the doctor answered. "There's no such thing as rape for cunts like you. Down deep, you're all whores. You just don't have the guts to admit it."
As he spoke, the head of his prick slipped into the creamy notch of Honey's pussy. A single thrust and the doctor's cock would be inside her cunt, fucking her.
"Yes, I'm no better than a whore," Honey admitted. "The only difference is that my cunt is free. Fuck me, doctor. It's all I want."
The cock stabbed. For the first time since she had been raped, Honey had a man's prick inside her twat. As excitement swept over her, her hips began to move. The jaws of her fuck-hungry cunt gobbled up the doctor's hard-on as though there were teeth between her legs.
With his dick buried in Honey's pussy, the doctor shifted his hands to the backs of her thighs and lifted her from the floor. Hoisted in mid-air, Honey straightened out her legs astride Dr. Beech and then scissored them around his waist. They were fucking standing up, welded together by a foot of hard cock.
Dr. Beech was so strong that he could carry Honey across the room as they fucked. This he effortlessly did, taking her to his desk and spreading her out on the polished top. Then he was on top of her, his hips grinding between her squeezing thighs as his dick rammed her pussy.
The hard-on stretching the limits of her cunt was so massive that Honey had only one thing to compare it with-the dildo her mother had fucked her with was this big. But there the comparison ended. The dildo was only made of rubber. The huge cock now filling her pussy was flesh and blood, throbbing with the gift of life.
The twelve inches of prick now buried in Honey's cunt were put there by a man, not a frustrated lesbian trying to pretend she was something she wasn't. Honey loved her mother, but she loved the pulsing, surging meat of a real hard-on in her spasming pussy even more.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Honey chanted. She never wanted it to stop.
Dr. Beech's cock was getting hotter with every stroke. When Honey tried to cup his balls she had to let go because they were so scorching. She could feel his heart pounding frantically.
Honey knew what was about to happen as well as she knew her own name. She had been fucked by too many men not to.
"Come!" Honey cried. "Come in my cunt! Give my pussy your hot, sweet jizz!"
Driven by lust, Dr. Beech had not been his calm, cool self for some time. But now he became an animal. Bulling forward, his cock gored Honey's cunt.
"Take it, you filthy whore," he growled. "I'll give you more cum than even your pussy can handle."
Honey and the doctor were belly to belly and crotch to crotch as his jizz poured into her twat. Even though the spurting head of his prick was buried almost a foot deep in her tight cunt, Honey swore she could hear it hissing.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me! I can't get enough of your cum in my pussy!"
"You asked for it, bitch."
Dr. Beech's balls were tumbling like dice. Sweat poured from his thrusting body as every sinew burned and every muscle ached. But although near collapse, he still kept fucking.
Honey's cunt swelled with cum and then rebelled. All of a sudden, the doctor's thick jizz was surging out instead of in.
Now Dr. Beech's cock was swept away by the force of its own cum from Honey's pussy. With nothing to stop it, a creamy torrent flooded from between her thighs. The dark top of the desk was quickly bleached to the edge nearest Honey's leaking cunt by a spreading pool of jism. When space ran out, the cum dripped to the fuck carpet in syrupy drops.
As Dr. Beech backed off, Honey fell back and relaxed. She was never more mellow.
"Mmmmm, what a fuck," Honey sighed, rolling her thighs in the sticky pool of jizz. "You're right, Doc, looks like I'm not much of a dyke."
Dr. Beech didn't say anything as he glanced at his watch. He had another patient scheduled at the top of the hour, and there was just enough time to get himself together so he could face her. But first he had to get rid of Honey.
However, Honey made no sign that she was ready to go. Cum-splotched and naked, she was up off the desk now, gliding toward the fidgeting doctor.
"What's the matter, lover?" she crooned as she took his prick in her hands.
"You've got to go," Dr. Beech told her.
"Don't you want to fuck me again?" Honey frowned.
"No!" he snapped. "I have other patients, you know. Please let go of my cock and get dressed."
Now it was Honey's turn to say no. Dr. Beech hadn't known how right he was when he'd accused her of never getting enough. The more cock she got, the hungrier she was for more. She had been fucked in the mouth and fucked in the cunt. Something was still missing and she was determined to have it.
"Fuck me in the ass," Honey said without blinking.
"Don't you understand, I can't," Dr. Beech insisted.
"We'll see about that," Honey chuckled.
She dropped to her knees. All of a sudden the head of the doctor's cock was in her mouth. Her tits were rubbing against his tired balls.
Blessed with a darting tongue and a genius for sucking, Honey was a magician with a tired prick. The warm suction of her mouth could bring the softest cock to life.
Dr. Beech tried to resist, but it was no use. His prick was getting harder and harder. His volunteer work at the Rape Crisis clinic had brought him a generous supply of easy pussy, but this was the first time one of his patients had ever turned the tables on him.
The crown of the doctor's stiffening dick swelling between her lips, Honey jogged the foreskin back and forth. Then her tongue snaked down the underside of the shaft, the tickling tip tracing the main cock-artery from top to bottom.
"Now we're getting someplace," Honey purred, transferring the doctor's prick to the space between her tits.
She pressed her jugs together, stroking the imprisoned dick. The doctor's prick stiffened some more, the cock-head surging clear so Honey could kiss it while she was tit-fucking the shaft.
"I think you're about ready to fuck me in the ass," Honey murmured. "Your prick is as hard as a rock."
Still kneeling, Honey released the doctor's cock and turned her back. With her forehead touching the floor, her ass loomed in the air. Slowly, tantalizingly, she parted her thighs.
Dr. Beech tried not to look. But he knew what was happening and he couldn't ignore it. As with most men, there was something about an exposed female ass-hole that was irresistible to him.
A female ass-hole was so round, so red. So delicate. like a rosebud with just a hint of dew on it. And the younger the woman, the greater the charm.
The crack of her ass was wide-open now. Her ass-hole was a jewel, ready for plucking.
His eyes hopelessly riveted to the puckering circle of Honey's tightest hole, Dr. Beech was led forward by his throbbing hard-on. Kneeling behind her ass, he slipped the fiery crown of his prick between her spread cheeks and made contact with her pulsating ass-hole.
"Fuck me," Honey said simply. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock."
He did. All of the doctor's misgivings had vanished as he pushed the head of his dick into Honey's expanding ass-hole.
"I'm going to fuck your ass to my balls," Dr. Beech panted as he sunk his huge prick in Honey's tight hole.
The doctor steadied himself with his hands on the globes of Honey's ass and fucked away. Every inch of his giant dick was crammed up her ass-hole.
"How do you like my big cock in your ass now?" Dr. Beech grunted as the head of his prick battered Honey's bowels. "Hurt enough for you, you horny bitch?"
"Fuck me harder!" she screamed. "I can't get enough of your big, strong cock!"
Honey's screams and Dr. Beech's grunts mingled in a flurry of sound. The sound did not insure their privacy. Lapping against the door and walls in sonic waves, it broke through and spilled into the rest of the clinic. Suddenly, there were a number of startled persons in the waiting room.
One of them was Honey's mother.
The sounds of fucking can easily be mistaken for the sounds of violence by the unknowing. Overhearing Honey's cries and believing her daughter was in danger, Mrs. Wilde bolted from her chair and barged into the office. The obscene sight that greeted her made her sorry that Honey wasn't dead on the floor.
For Mrs. Wilde's teenage daughter was on all fours like a bitch in heat, taking a man's stiff cock all the way up her ass. There was no question of force. It was clear she was having the time of her life.
"MORE! MORE!" Honey screamed with raw lust. "DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
Now it was Mrs. Wilde's turn to raise her voice to a deafening level. A single word surged from her throat like vomit, spilling forth with retching fury.
"WHORE!" Honey's mother howled.
Dr. Beech, aware of the intrusion for the first time, stopped fucking in mid-stroke. His cock went limp in Honey's ass, instantaneously shrinking to half its size. He was ashen, knowing his career was ruined.
Only Honey was calm.
"Whore?" she said to her mother. "If that means that I know what a man's dick is for, then you've got it right on the money. I'm the biggest whore who ever lived."
She paused, a triumphant grin sneaking across her face as her mother cringed.
"Sure, I'm a whore and proud of it!" Honey declared. "You and the rest of the bull dykes can keep your dildos, Mother. I'll fuck the real thing any time."
Mrs. Wilde had the last word. Just before she left.
"I never want to see you again," she snarled. "From now on, I don't have a daughter."
CHAPTER SIX
Honey spread her legs. The nude girls on either side of her did the same, but she added something extra.
Drawing her finger up the oozing slit of her pussy, Honey passed the pungent result under her nose and made her nostrils flare. Then she tasted it and murmured with satisfaction. She was sweet tonight.
"I want that one," the middle-aged man said to the pimp.
"Congratulations. I always like to do business with a man who has good taste," Carlos chuckled, his hands rubbing together in anticipation of money. "Of course, she costs a little more than the others. Three hundred bucks."
"Gee ... I dunno," the man said. "That's pretty steep for a piece of ass."
"Not for the best. She'll take your cock in her mouth, ass and cunt all night long," Carlos assured him. "You won't regret it."
"Okay," the man agreed, his round face flushing with excitement. "I want the best."
"You've got her," Carlos grinned, his gold tooth twinkling.
After the money changed hands, Honey led her trick into a private room. There was no doubt for what use it was intended. The only furnishing was a gigantic water bed with satin sheets. There was a mirror on the ceiling.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," Honey said. "I can't wait to get started on your cock."
She meant it. Honey loved her work. She was a natural-born whore. When he had recruited her off the street, Carlos had discovered a gold mine.
With quick efficiency, Honey stripped her latest customer. She was pleased by the surprising hardness of his body, especially his prick. His cock was as lean and firm as somebody's young enough to be his son.
"Mmmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this," Honey murmured, stroking the man's twitching dick.
"I'll bet you say that to everybody," he kidded as the tip of his prick glistened with a pearl of jizz.
"Only the ones with big cocks," Honey chuckled, before kneeling to kiss the swollen head of his stiff cock. "What's your name, stud?"
"Ph-Phil," he sputtered like he wasn't quite sure. The head of his cock had disappeared between Honey's soft lips and he was suddenly lightheaded from the rush of blood to his groin.
"Well, Phil," Honey answered with a mouthful of dick, "I'm going to deep-throat you. Suck your prick all the way down to your balls. Now you can just stand there and let me do all the work, or, if you're the pistol I think you are, you can fuck me in the mouth."
Abruptly, she was slurping, sliding her lips down his rigid cock. She stopped when pubic hair was tickling up her nose and his hot nuts churned in the space between her lower lip and chin.
Honey had misled Phil when she had given him the choice between sucking and fucking. She was never satisfied unless a man did a total number in her mouth with his cock.
Collapsing her cheeks while her throat tightened into an oral cunt, Honey applied unbearable pressure on the prick in her mouth. For good measure, she snaked a finger under Phil's hairy balls and, without warning, stabbed his ass-hole.
Before Phil knew what was happening, his hips were gyrating. It was already too late for him to stop fucking Honey in the mouth even if he'd wanted to. Male instinct had taken over.
As the prick surged down her throat, Honey pulled Phil onto the bed. As they lay side by side, she shifted her body in a half-circle until her damp pussy was staring him in the face.
Phil's mouth was drawn to Honey's luscious cunt as if there were invisible wires attaching his face to her crotch. When the lips of his mouth met the lips of her pussy, his tongue stiffened like a cock and darted inside the gooey slit of her twat.
A sixty-nine on a water bed was a fantastic experience. The partners could bend themselves into incredible positions. Honey and Phil tried them all until he couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm going to come in your mouth!" he announced, his dick jerking just before the explosion.
Phil's cock gushed hot cum in Honey's mouth. His jizz was just the way she liked it. Scalding and sweet.
After swallowing about half the cum, Honey let the rest spill from her mouth, splashing her tits, belly and thighs. While Phil watched, she massaged his sticky cream into her flesh, telling him how much she loved the feel of fresh jizz on her bare skin.
"Are you ready to stick your dick into something tighter than my mouth?" Honey asked when she was glistening with male juice.
She had checked out his cock from the corner of her eye while she was playing with his cum. It was still strong and hard.
"Uh, sure," Phil boyishly gulped, just now discovering that his prick still had a bone in it.
"Where do you want to fuck me?" Honey purred like a kitten, while she rubbed against her trick like an alley cat in heat.
Hungrily, Phil looked her over. Honey was the same age as his oldest daughter. They were both tall, slim blondes with cheerleader looks. Teenage dreams.
The resemblance between Honey and his daughter made Phil twice as horny as he would have been ordinarily. He wanted to try something low-down and dirty. Kinkier than the blah style of fucking that was all his uptight wife would lie still for.
"The man I gave the money to," Phil rasped. "Your, uh...."
"Pimp," Honey said proudly.
"He said you'd take my cock ... well, anywhere I wanted."
Reading his mind, Honey rolled over on the bed and spread the cheeks of her ass under Phil's nose.
Her ass-hole was red and shining, just waiting to be fucked.
"Is this what you're wondering about, lover?" Honey cooed.
"Yes," Phil panted with excitement, touching the sweet hole he desired.
"Put your finger inside," Honey urged. "Feel how tight it is."
Phil plunged his finger up the narrow channel. He had intended to only penetrate up the first joint, but the probe carried him to the final knuckle. Honey was squeezing her ass-muscles and turning on the juice, giving him a thrilling hint of the joy that would be his when he finally stuck his cock up her ass and fucked her to the hilt.
"Wiggle it around," Honey said. "It makes a girl's ass nice and wet when a guy finger-fucks it in advance. A little finger-fucking makes your prick slide right up a tight ass-hole when it's time to get down to business."
Phil's finger began to squirm like a fish swimming upstream. Quickly, Honey told him to add another one. Then a third.
"Oooooh," Honey moaned. "I'm so greedy. Put your whole hand in my ass, lover. Let's make that hole really big."
Phil didn't think it was possible, but the walls of Honey's ass were so elastic that his last two fingers were easily taken. Her ass-hole stretched like a cunt, even as it retained its tightness.
"Make a fist?" Honey cried.
With his hand up to the wrist in Honey's ass, Phil drew his fingers into a ball. His knuckles were digging into the spongy lining, instinctively flexing for a brutal thrust.
"Ram me!" Honey shouted. "Fist-fuck my ass!"
It was an uppercut, the most powerful punch a human being can deliver. The momentum propelled Phil's fist all the way to the entrance of Honey's bowels. Her shit boiled, splashing against his knuckles.
Coming like a house afire from the wondrous pain in the pit of her gut, Honey squirmed in a crossfire of agony and ecstasy. With the overhead mirror obscenely reflecting the whole story, the water bed below sloshed like a stormy sea from the fist-fucking action.
When Phil finally withdrew his hand, Honey's ass-hole gaped like a circular wound. It would never be more ready to take a stiff hard-on than it was now.
Phil had one. His cock was standing straight up rather than merely straight out. To center its barbed head with Honey's ass-hole, he had to force it down.
"Stick it in," Honey told him. "Fuck my ass with your big, strong prick."
Phil pushed. The head of his dick vanished. Her ass-muscles clutched it with equal parts of strength and softness.
He pushed again. A third of his cock was gone. His balls were already on fire.
Another shove up Honey's tight ass. Half a cock gone.
Again. Only two or three inches of Phil's blue-veined hard-on were showing.
"Give me the whole thing!" Honey shrieked. "I want every inch of your cock up my ass! NOW!"
The last shove was the best. Both partners were delirious as ass and prick became one.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Honey cried.
Honey glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling. She could see it all. The thick cock pumping in her ass. The rubbery rim of her ass-opening stretching back and forth with every stroke. Leaking juice glistening on the inner slope of her flared cheeks. It was a beautiful sight.
With her eye still on the mirror, Honey urged Phil to come. To fill her ass with hot jizz.
Phil didn't have to be told to shoot his wad. His balls were churning.
As Honey watched in the mirror, her ass was flooded with cum from the spurting cock within it. The rim of her ass-hole swelled from the liquid pressure within. Then, the seal of cock and ass was broken. Jism sparkled in the open, bubbling around the root of the hilted prick.
The more Phil's cock erupted, the more the pressure increased-until his prick was forced from Honey's ass-hole. Unblocked, the cum spilled out like it was pouring from a faucet.
"Oh, baby, like I said before, I ought to pay you to fuck me," Honey moaned, as she rolled over, splashing in jism. "You're something else."
"Thanks," Phil grinned. He felt like a stud for the first time since college.
"I hope you're not going to rest on your laurels," Honey said slyly.
She spread her legs. There was her juicy cunt. Still unfucked. Leering and begging for a stiff cock inside its meaty walls.
Phil wasn't sure he was up to fucking again so soon. But when he noticed that Honey's eyes were trained between his legs, he looked down and saw that he had nothing to worry about. His prick was as straight as could be, even though its head was still damp with the cum it had spilled only moments before. Even as a horny teenager, he had never had this much stamina.
"Come here and fuck me in the cunt, lover," Honey beckoned. She flexed her pussy, making the thick, rosy lips flutter. like a moth to a flame, Phil was irresistibly drawn to Honey's wide-open crotch. As he traced his fingertips along the throbbing seams of her red-hot cunt, her clit popped into the open, thrusting with erectness. When Phil fingered the magic button, a pint of juice welled in the gash of Honey's twat and trickled across her loins.
Swiftly, Phil was fitting his hips between Honey's thighs. His stiff cock was in his hand, pointing like an arrow at the target of her syrupy cunt. Contact was made. Both partners shuddered with anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Phil said simply, his words a symphony to Honey's ears.
Phil's cock penetrated Honey's cunt. Once the head of his prick had sampled the moist warmth of Honey's beautiful, young pussy, the rest of the insertion was immediate. Wrapping her willowy legs around him, Honey clutched Phil for the deepest fuck possible.
"Rock me, baby," Honey rasped, her voice gritty with passion. There was music in her raunchy tone. Low-down and dirty music with a fuck-me beat.
With his senses dragged into the gutter by Honey's lust, Phil was lifted to heaven on earth. His wife was so respectable ... so proper ... so boring. This was the way sex was meant to be. Dirty. Funky and filthy. You were supposed to get down and wallow in it. In Honey he had found the perfect partner.
"A cunt as tight as yours ought to be against the law," Phil told Honey in a raunchy growl.
"It is," she flipply answered. "Why do you think I'm a whore?"
She was such a hot, little tramp. Phil loved her trashiness. Fucking her made him feel like a man in a way no woman he was married to ever could.
Honey knew all this. Forward and backward. That's what she was paid for. As much as by fucking, she earned her money by reading her customers' minds.
"Come in me!" Honey urged at just the right moment. "Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet cum!"
She squeezed Phil's balls. Fingered his ass-hole. Hotly whispered dirty words in his ear.
His prick lurched in her cunt and exploded with hot cum. As it still spurted, Phil pulled his cock from Honey's swamped pussy and finished shooting his wad all over her tits and belly.
The fuckers fell into each other's arms, their joined flesh sticky with jism. Hot, tonguing kisses completed their embrace.
Phil had paid for the whole night. But a short time later, when Honey helped him on with his clothes, then ushered him out of the room, it never occurred to him that he was several hours short of getting the time he had paid for.
But it made no difference, because Honey had given Phil his money's worth in every other sense. as mouth, ass and cunt. He had fucked them all. Just like the pimp promised.
This was standard procedure for Honey. Get the trick's rocks off and get rid of him as soon as possible. Carlos' orders. The Johns were waiting in line to fuck her, their wallets bulging with money.
Honey loved it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Honey was moving up. With her reputation growing, she was too hot for a minor-league pimp like Carlos to handle. Yielding to pressure, he sold her contract to a big time "modeling" agency. All of a sudden, Honey found herself at the top of her profession. A super-star of fucking.
Now she was getting it on with some of the most prominent people in the city. Quickly she discovered that the more important a trick was, the kinkier his tastes were- likely to be.
The Congressman and his rich friends were the wildest. Their tastes ran to orgies ... and beyond. A typical session might include anything.
"My dear," the Congressman said to Honey one evening when they were alone, "I don't believe you've ever met Killer."
"Killer?" Honey repeated the name with a giggle. "Who's that, your bodyguard or something?"
"You might say that," the Congressman laughed. "Would you like to meet him? I suspect you two might discover art area of, uh, common interest."
"Why not?" Honey replied.
She was game for anything. If the Congressman wanted to watch her fuck one of his employees, it was fine with her. He was paying.
The Congressman put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. A huge German shepherd guard dog bounded through the door, his tail wagging and his long, red tongue lolling over his sharp teeth.
Honey liked dogs, but she couldn't see what this one had to do with her relationship with the Congressman. She was certain she hadn't been brought here this evening just to scratch Killer behind the ears.
"Aren't you going to say hello?" the Congressman asked Honey.
"Sure," she answered uneasily. "Hi, pooch."
She patted the dog on the head and he wagged his tail some more.
"Actually, this is my wife's dog," the Congressman said. "She trained him from a pup. Taught him everything he knows. Which is considerable."
"That's nice," Honey blankly muttered.
"Let me give you a demonstration," the Congressman said.
Without warning, his hand was inside Honey's blouse. He violently ripped it away. As Honey's braless tits bounced into the open, the dog started barking with excitement.
"Getting the idea, my dear?" the Congressman grinned.
Honey didn't know how to respond. She just stood there as the Congressman removed her skirt and panties.
The dog was howling now. When he jumped up on Honey, his paws on her tits, she could see that his cock was hard-as smooth and sleek as his tail was bushy.
"He--likes women," the Congressman explained. "He'd rather fuck one than a bitch in heat."
The Congressman paused to laugh obscenely. "Of course, my dear, sometimes I think you're both," he cackled. "You can see why I was so anxious for Killer to meet you."
Honey couldn't believe this was happening.
She'd fucked and sucked just about every way possible, but this went beyond even her lusty imagination.
"You want me to let this damn dog fuck me?" she blurted. "Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I need some pictures for my private collection," the Congressman blandly replied. "My wife won't let me take them of Killer and her. Afraid they'll fall into the wrong hands. You can understand her position. She's a well-respected woman. So, naturally, I thought of you."
"What if I say no?" Honey said, bristling.
"I don't believe you can afford to, my dear. If I'm not mistaken, the essence of your livelihood is saying yes."
Then the Congressman's teeth bared. Suddenly, he looked more menacing than the dog.
"Get down on your knees and let Killer fuck you!" he snarled. "If you don't, you're through in this town, bitch!"
A slap rang out. Honey reeled from the sharp blow. Her battered cheek burned with a five-pronged welt as she tried to unscramble her jarred senses.
"Make up your mind, cunt!" the Congressman hissed.
Honey had never seen him like this. She had always known of his power, but this was the first time she'd seen it backed up by anger. The awesome combination was more than a teenager could buck, no matter how much she'd been around.
"All right ... I'll do it," Honey said. It was only when she heard her shaky voice that she realized she was sobbing.
Leering triumphantly, the Congressman put his hands on Honey's shoulders and forced her into a kneeling position.
"Sic her, boy!" he commanded Killer. The horny dog was beside himself with excitement.
He jumped up on Honey's back, crushing her under his weight. She could feel his hot breath against the nape of her neck. He was slobbering, panting.
Something moist and hard poked between her thighs. Making contact with her pussy, its blunt end probed for an opening. When it found one, it surged.
Honey screamed with disbelief. Her cunt was stuffed with cock. She was being fucked by a dog!
The next time Honey saw the Congressman, he was aiming a camera. There was a click and the shutter whirred. A picture was taken. Then another and another as the Congressman moved around to snap the action from all angles.
What the developed film would show was a beautiful, blonde teenager, who might well have passed for a cheerleader in any other pose. But here she was naked and kneeling, a dog hunched over her spread flanks. The close-ups would catch the dog's prick and the girl's cunt. They were joined. The pictures would not lie. The girl and the dog were fucking.
But what the photographs would not convey was feeling-the sensation Honey experienced as the slimy canine hard-on squished up her cunt. It was like being fucked by a snake.
It was disgusting. And yet....
Why was Honey moaning? How come her crotch blazed with desire? There was nobody beating a drum in the room-the pounding rhythm was supplied by her own wildly beating heart.
"You like it, don't you?" the leering Congressman asked. "His prick in your cunt is just what the doctor ordered for a tramp like you."
Honey wanted to spit at him and tell him what a filthy old pervert he was.
But she couldn't. The words of scorn wouldn't come, because her throat was congested with a continuous sigh. The kind of sigh that accompanies a woman's climax.
The Congressman loved it. "You're coming, aren't you?" he smirked. "Killer's big prick has got you on the ropes."
Honey wanted to tell him he was wrong. But the no that started in her voice-box came out just the opposite as orgasm swept over her.
"Yes ... YES!" she shrieked.
"Tell me about it, my dear," the Congressman urged. "I want to get it on tape."
Honey noticed that he had a cassette player strapped to .his shoulder as well as a camera. Realizing that she couldn't sink any lower, she decided to give the Congressman an earful. If the old fart wanted a first-hand account of what it was like to be fucked by a dog, she'd give it to him.
"His cock is like a dagger!" Honey's words came in a rush. "It feels like it's stabbing into my cunt. Every time he shoves, I can feel it from my head to my toes."
She interrupted herself to shriek with another orgasm. As she had just described, the wildly fucking dog was knifing his prick in her pussy to the hilt. The climax affected her as though her body were made of glass and had just shattered.
"It's so good!" Honey cried. "So fucking goooood!"
The Congressman was almost as pleased as she was. Before long he was too aroused to merely watch. Throwing his camera and tape recorder to one side, he dropped his pants and thrust his hard cock in Honey's face.
Honey didn't have to be told to suck his prick. She wanted all the cock she could get from man or beast.
Plunging his dick into Honey's waiting mouth, the Congressman began rolling his chubby hips. Quickly, he was shafting her to his balls, his gray crotch hair mashing against her face like steel wool.
Sucking a human cock at one end, and being fucked by a dog's at the other, Honey was whip-sawed by lust. The man's prick was blunt and gnarled in her mouth, the dog's slim and sleek in her cunt. They provided an exciting contrast for a girl who had thought she had experienced every kind of fucking and sucking, and was now thrilled to be proved wrong.
Naturally, Honey's curiosity turned to the cum that would soon be flowing. Were human and animal jizz the same? she wondered. There was only one way to find out.
Honey had no doubt she could make the Congressman shoot his wad whenever she wanted. It was Killer who presented the challenge. Honey could only guess if a bitch in heat used the same technique as her female human counterpart to get a cunt full of hot cum.
Cinching the sinews of her pussy into a meaty vise, Honey squeezed Killer's cock as hard as she could. Then she tossed her hips in one direction, and her ass in another, setting up a withering crossfire of double-edged friction.
The German shepherd yelped so loudly that Honey glanced over her shoulder to see if he was all right. He sounded as if he might have bitten off his tongue in the excitement. To her satisfaction, Honey saw that the only thing close to being bitten off was his prick by the jaws of her cock-hungry cunt.
Honey felt the cock in her twat swell. When a hard-on fattened like that, it could only mean one thing.
Killer howled.
The dog's jizz arrived in a needle spurt. It was thinner than a man's, but much hotter. The volume seemed endless.
As her pussy sopped up the dog-cum, Honey turned her attention to the cock in her mouth. Turning on the oral suction, she wildly fucked the Congressman's prick with her mouth until he was gasping for breath.
"I'm gonna fill your mouth with cum!" he gasped.
On the brink of shooting his wad, his sweaty face turned a bright, greasy red. As he grunted and rumbled, his cock exploded right on schedule.
Now Honey was drinking cum at the same time another load of hot jizz warmed her cunt. The human jism splashing into her mouth was thick and sweet. In contrast, the oily dog-cum stung, creating a constant buzz even after the spurting had stopped.
Torn between the delights of sweet and sour jizz, Honey climaxed.
Sloppy with cum, Honey rolled over on her back once the cocks were out of her. Moaning with pleasure, she held on to the image of a dog's prick in her cunt, and a rich and powerful man's in her mouth. A woman could go to her grave without being lucky enough to go this far.
"Look at that hot little cunt, boy," the Congressman said to Killer as he eyed Honey's spread-eagled form. "She's a sex-machine."
The dog, who had been licking his sore prick, looked up when he heard his master's voice. Never soft, his cock jerked straight out.
"Tell you what, Killer, boy," the Congressman said. "Now that I've fucked her mouth and you've fucked her pussy, it's only fair we trade places."
He walked over and scratched the dog behind the ears.
"Ever had your cock in a woman's mouth, fella?" the Congressman chuckled.
Killer yapped. Apparently this meant no, because the Congressman smiled knowingly.
"It seems my wife is something of a prude," he then said in Honey's direction. "Killer's cock is good enough for her pussy, but she won't suck it. Poor dog. Imagine, being hung the way he is and never knowing the pleasure of fucking a woman in the mouth. Seems very unfair, doesn't it, my dear?"
Drugged with orgasm, Honey had only just started to listen. Although not fully understanding what the Congressman was getting at, her frame of mind was so positive that she automatically nodded her head when he spoke.
"I knew you'd see things my way, my dear," the Congressman smugly stated. "I'm sure Killer is ready, if you are."
"Sure," Honey murmured, ignorant of what she was agreeing to. "Anything you say."
Moving over beside Honey, the Congressman whistled for Killer. like a shot, the dog was there, panting with anticipation, his tail wagging. On his own, he hopped astride Honey, his fuzzy crotch in her face.
Looking up, Honey stared at the scarlet bullet of a tapered cock-head. The tip of Killer's glistening prick was a fraction of an inch from her mouth. Finally, she realized what was expected of her.
"Oh, my God, you want me to suck his cock!" Honey cried out.
She looked with alarm toward the Congressman. He had retrieved his camera. On his knees, he had the lens trained on Honey's face, ready to catch the surge of the dog's hard-on in her mouth.
Honey felt tricked. Trapped.
She started to say she wouldn't do it. But Killer's crotch lurched forward the instant she opened her mouth. Before a single word could materialize, his prick was thrusting between her teeth.
Honey gagged as the canine cock-head plunged down her throat. Her lips were tickled by furry balls.
She no longer had any choice in the matter. She was eating a dog's hard-on.
And she wasn't just sucking it. From the first moment of insertion, Killer was powerfully fucking her in the mouth.
As Honey rose to her hands and knees to take the full force of Killer's cock-thrusts, the Congressman moved in behind her with his dick in his hand. Stabbing between the cheeks of her ass, his stiff prick jammed into her pussy to the hilt.
"Fucking your tight cunt is always such a pleasure," the Congressman said. "I'm glad to see Killer didn't wear you out. I'm afraid I'm not so lucky with my wife."
He moved his prick back and forth in Honey's pussy, forcing her ass to squirm. At the same time, she lapped the dog-cock in her mouth with her curling tongue.
Killer barked with glee. With his paws on Honey's shoulders, he was jackhammering his hard dick down her throat.
Taking two cocks at once, Honey didn't give an inch. Her mouth suctioned and her pussy squeezed as she sucked and fucked without restraint.
"I think it's safe to say she--likes it this way," the Congressman noted as he drove his prick to the depths of Honey's cunt. "Wouldn't you say so, Killer?"
The dog yelped in agreement. He was already on the verge of coming.
"Why don't you shoot a load of hot cum in the young lady's mouth, Killer?" the Congressman suggested as if he were talking to one of his aides.
The dog seemed to understand. Pounding away, his thrusting cock rubbed Honey's throat raw as it strained toward a climax.
"Come, Killer!" the Congressman commanded the well-trained dog. "Come in her mouth! Now!"
Hot jism gushed into Honey's belly as she swallowed every drop of spurting dog-cum. Drunk with lust by the time she sucked the last of the jizz down, she called for the Congressman to finish fucking her in the pussy so she could slosh with two loads of male cream.
"Give me your hot cum in my cunt!" she cried. "God, I need it!"
"Whoa," the Congressman laughed. "At my age, the second time around may be as 'lovely' as the song says, but it also takes longer."
His cock moved steadily in Honey's twat, gradually working up a full head of steam. In the meantime, Honey did everything she could with her pussy-muscles and hips to make him come, squeezing and shaking without letup.
Killer moved to one side as a spectator and started barking at the Congressman.
"He's telling you to come in my cunt," Honey gasped. "Come on, stud, you can do it. Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet jizz!"
"You asked for it!" the Congressman cried, his cock ready to burst in Honey's twat.
As the cum squirted up Honey's pussy, she moaned with orgasm. She couldn't count all the climaxes she had enjoyed tonight. Never had she come so much and so hard.
After he had drained his balls, the Congressman withdrew his prick from Honey's sloppy cunt and plopped to the floor, grinning with pleasure. The dog came over to him and sat by his side. Together they watched Honey curl up on the floor, holding in her climax as long as she could.
Gradually, Honey relaxed from the intensity of her orgasm. Glancing up, she saw the two cocks that had fucked her all the way to heaven, and she blew them kisses from her cum-flecked lips.
"That was beautiful," she sighed. "I could fuck and suck like that all night."
"A tempting offer," the Congressman said. "However, I think I'll take a rain check. I need to rest for the party this weekend. A little affair I'm throwing for my financial backers."
"Am I invited?" Honey asked.
"What do you think, my dear?" the Congressman grinned. "The fat cats pay a politician's freight. I'm sure you'll agree they deserve the best in return for their generous support. The very best."
"That's me!" Honey declared proudly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Naked bodies filled the room. Cocks and pussies throbbed and glistened as people fucked and sucked right out in the open.
"This is some party, pardner," a Texas oil millionaire drawled to the host. "I already fucked myself three of the cutest little pussies you ever seen."
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, Duke," the Congressman answered, thinking of another big contribution for his re-election campaign. "Have you met Miss Wilde?"
Honey happened to be sucking the Congressman's cock as the two men talked. Looking up when she was tapped on the shoulder, she found herself being introduced to a tall stranger while she was in the middle of a slurping blow-job.
"Duke here's from Texas and--likes to do things in a big way," the Congressman said. "I'm sure you get my meaning."
Honey took a look at the naked Texan's blue-veined hard-on and eagerly nodded. Her cunt spasmed just from the sight of his huge prick.
"Why don't you dog-fuck her while she keeps eating my cock," the Congressman suggested to Duke. "If we work it right, maybe we can both come in her at the same time. You'll find that Miss Wilde is a young woman who enjoys excess."
"You got yourself a fucking pardner, pardner!" the Texan whooped as he slapped the Congressman across the back. "We'll fix this little filly up in style in no time flat."
Moving behind Honey, Duke wasted no time cramming his thick prick up her pussy. Hunching over her back, he was fucking her just the way Killer had a few nights before.
"Cunt tight enough for you, Duke?" the Congressman asked his guest.
"Whew!" The rangy Texan gasped like he'd just swallowed a mouthful of hot chili. "This here's the squeezin'est piece of ass I've fucked in a coon's age. Where'd you find this little honey?"
"Funny you should put it that way," the Congressman said. "Honey happens to be her name."
"That right, darlin'? " Duke asked.
Her mouth stuffed with cock, Honey nodded.
"Well, Honey, babe, I'm gonna fuck your sweet little butt right off at the tailbone. You better hold on to something besides that prick in your mouth."
The action increased as Duke's massive prick started pounding in Honey's pussy. At the same time, the Congressman stepped up the mouth-fucking. Both cocks were inside her so deeply that Honey had the sensation their tips might collide.
Honey's response to the double-fucking was so electric that she and her partners started to attract attention. Soon, people were clapping their hands and shouting encouragement.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Some of the spectators set up a chant.
There was one onlooker, however, who was not impressed, a striking brunette with ivory skin and long raven hair. She looked with contempt on Honey's performance.
At first nobody noticed the beautiful dissenter. But when she stretched like a jungle cat in their midst and openly yawned, her distain captured the attention of those around her. All of a sudden they were not admiring Honey's fucking and sucking, but the willowy goddess whose naked body stood out even among the numerous others in the flesh-packed room.
Her name was Lana Crawford. If she looked like a society debutante with a taste for orgies, there was a good reason. Her wealthy family had provided her with every advantage in life, right up until the time she ran away from home out of sheer boredom.
Lana liked the wild life. She found it as a high-priced call girl.
"Who is that scuzzy cunt?" Lana asked one of her male admirers as she pointed toward Honey.
"She's the Congressman's special pet," he answered.
"Then the Congressman needs glasses," Lana chuckled. "Either that, or me."
She rubbed her perfect tits with one hand and her sleek pussy with the other, while she rolled her hips and purred. Hard cocks on all sides were straining in her direction.
"How do we know you're not just all talk?" one of the female onlookers jealously snapped at Lana. "I've been at this party since it started and I haven't seen you fuck anybody yet-man or woman."
"I don't fuck just anybody." Lana cut down the envious whore, a razor blade concealed in the velvet of her voice.
Then she stepped forward, almost drifting toward the Congressman. Swiftly, her nude body was draped around his shoulder, and her lips fastened to his ear.
While she whispered to him, Lana's hand snaked down the Congressman's crotch and found his balls. As she squeezed his nuts, Lana subtly began loosening his cock from Honey's mouth.
In the meantime, with the buzz of the spectators too loud to ignore, Honey realized that her every movement was being watched. No stranger to live sex-shows, she liked the idea of people admiring her fucking and sucking. But there was something different about what was happening now.
Looking up, Honey saw what it was. She had never seen anybody more beautiful than the naked brunette rubbing her tits against the Congressman. Immediately, Honey smelled competition. For the first time since she had turned whore, somebody was threatening her status as number one.
Squeezing her pussy and turning to oral suction, Honey rose to the challenge by trying to make Duke and the Congressman come in her cunt and mouth at the same time. A little fireworks to remind people she was the queen of fucking and sucking.
But Duke and the Congressman didn't respond as Honey had expected. Their pricks had stopped moving inside her pussy and her mouth. The Congressman's cock even seemed to be pulling away the harder she sucked it.
"Who's that long-legged filly with her tongue in your ear?" Duke asked the Congressman. "Somehow I plumb missed her."
The Congressman started to say something, then hungrily licked his lips as Lana whispered hotly in his ear. At the same time, her sleek crotch pressed against his thigh and slid to his knee.
"Hey, lemme have a little bit of that action," Duke said, reaching out toward Lana with such enthusiasm that his cock popped out of Honey's forgotten cunt.
Her pussy suddenly empty, Honey knew that she had a fight on her heads. She was doubly sure when the Congressman's prick was pulled from her mouth.
Getting to her feet, Honey took it all in. Duke and the Congressman were pawing the gorgeous stranger, each of them with a tit for himself, while sharing the silken triangle of her pussy. In turn, the beautiful object of their horniness was stroking their stiff cocks.
Honey looked for an opening, but she was locked out. For the first time since she had turned whore, she wasn't the star of the show. All she could do was watch.
Unconsciously, Honey stepped back to join the crush of onlookers. A couple of guys tried to proposition her, but she ignored them. She couldn't function as just another pussy in the crowd.
"Well, well," the Congressman said, "looks like we've got ourselves an audience."
"They follow me wherever I go," Lana teased. "Now, why don't I show you why."
She slid from between the Congressman and Duke to the floor, landing with her legs spread. Her wide-open cunt made small sucking noises as it moistly yawned.
Now Lana began lifting her legs. When they were straight up, she let them fall over her head so she was curled in a ball and then spread the cheeks of her ass.
Gaping at its center, the focal point of her contorted body was the open gorge from her crotch to her tailbone. Now, in addition to her juicy cunt, her cherry red ass-hole was pouting in the open.
"Fuck me," Lana said matter-of-factly.
The Congressman and Duke fell all over each other trying to get their cocks in her first.
"Really, gentlemen." Lana interrupted their struggle. "There's room enough for both of you. I've always found being fucked by one cock at a time to be incredibly boring."
"Looks like she wants to take on both of us at once," Duke drawled. "I've already taken quite a shine to her cute little butt. Mind if I fuck her in the ill ass, pardner?"
"Be my guest," the Congressman replied. "I had my eye on her pussy, anyway."
"Now that you've settled that, maybe I can get some thick cock inside me," Lana said from below, her pussy and ass-hole flexing with glistening desire.
Duke went first, kneeling at the split of Lana's ass. Fitting the tip of his dick into the dent of her ass-hole, he worked his cock-head within the expanding opening.
Now the Congressman moved in for his share of the pie. Straddling Lana's backward bending legs with his back to her face, he dipped the head of his prick into the waiting slot of her upturned cunt.
"Take it easy, gentlemen," Lana cooed. "Shove your cocks in my ass and pussy nice and slow. That way you'll both get plenty of wet, tight fucking and nobody gets hurt."
Watching from the sidelines, Honey was consumed by jealousy. If she had been in Lana's place, she would have recklessly urged Duke and the Congressman to ram her fuck-holes with their eager cocks. It would have never occurred to her to take things easy.
Yet, here was this beautiful intruder getting away with less instead of more. Honey felt like a worn-out streetwalker in comparison to her rival's cool elegance. m
"Nudge your cock just a tad deeper in my ass now," Lana instructed Duke. "Then your friend can give me a little more prick in my pussy."
Under Lana's supervision, the cocks in her ass and cunt gradually eased inside her. She was being fucked by half of each before the tightness stopped their progress.
"Okay, gentlemen, let's move," Lana said.
Even though she was taking two cocks at once, Lana rolled her hips with flowing grace. The pricks in her pussy and her ass quickly picked up the rhythm, fucking at the tempo of Lana's smooth gyrations.
"Something just occurred to me," Lana said casually, as cool as a cucumber even with two cocks fucking her. "My mouth is a little dry. I could do with something nice and wet to suck on."
Every man within earshot was ready to offer his prick, but Lana enjoyed a little twist to things. Confessing that it was a pussy she wanted to eat, she pointed right at Honey.
"The plain girl with the blonde cunt," Lana said. "Come here. Sit in my face and come in my mouth with your hot, sweet pussy-juice."
Knowing she was being made a fool of, Honey wanted to flee. But someone's hands pushed her forward.
"Oh, Jesus, I wish it was me," a female onlooker gushed for all to hear. "I'd turn dyke in a minute if I knew I could get it on with that chick. I'm going to have wet dreams about a sixty-nine with her for a month!"
Honey squirmed with all eyes on her. True, she was the center of attention again, but there was no satisfaction when somebody else was calling the shots.
"Give me your cunt," Lana demanded.
In spite of herself, Honey was drawn toward her rival's mouth. Before she knew it, she was squatting, easing her pussy down in Lana's face. At least she had her back turned so she didn't have to watch.
Squishing, the lips of Honey's cunt crushed the lips of Lana's mouth. A long, educated tongue shot into Honey's twat, its tip flicking all the right places.
"Oooooo," Honey responded with unwanted pleasure, her moan uncontrollable.
While her mouth hung open, some horny wise-guy stuck his prick down her throat. Everybody was laughing at her as he fucked her mouth with exaggerated humps of his hairy ass.
"Daisy chain!" somebody yelled.
A chorus of agreement filled the air. The crowd broke up as its naked members pushed their bodies toward the nearest sexual connection.
Mouths, asses and pussies were quickly filled. Cocks were being sucked and fucked by horny women.
The method in the madness was that each person was linked to two others. A typical woman might be deep-throating a cock at one end while being fucked by another prick in her cunt or ass. A man might be eating one pussy while he fucked another.
Cries of "Fuck me!" and "Eat me!" filled the room as everybody in the daisy chain responded. The squishes and slurps from the mouths, asses and cunts being fucked, sucked and licked were deafening.
Only Honey was not enjoying herself. She hated being just another body.
However, at the moment she had no choice. While Lana gnawed on her cunt from below, the man fucking her mouth weighed her down with his pile-driving cock. Trapped, all Honey could do was take it.
When hot cum filled Honey's mouth, she hardly tasted it. She was too busy thinking about the treat Lana posed to her.
Jizz sloshing down her chin, Honey looked over her shoulder. Duke and the Congressman were still fucking Lana's ass and pussy. Lana's long, slender body was poetry in motion as she wriggled from the two cocks inside her.
Now Honey looked straight ahead, surveying the daisy chain that Lana had inspired. It was like mass hypnosis.
Responding to the orgasmic cries of their women, a lot of men were coming now. Jizz seemed to be splashing as spurting cocks shot their wads inside and outside of writhing female bodies.
Honey had to admit it. She had never had this kind of effect on people. And probably could never hope to.
All of a sudden, being a whore didn't seem like the perfect job after all. If she couldn't be the best, Honey was no longer interested in the world's oldest profession. She felt like a has-been.
When the daisy chain started to break up, Honey pulled away and settled into a corner. Even though the room was crowded with horny people on the prowl for fresh meat, nobody noticed her. For all intents and purposes, Honey was alone. like a little girl spying on adults from a secret hiding place, Honey watched the beautiful Lana weave her magic spell. Duke and the Congressman had shot their wads in her by now and she was rubbing the white cum that leaked from her ass and cunt into the ebony pelt of her wide-open crotch.
Offering her a hand, the congressman helped Lana up from the floor. When they drifted over to one side, it was clear to Honey they were talking business.
Suddenly the Congressman whistled. Killer bounded into the room, his red tongue hanging out of his mouth and his cock already hard. Now Honey knew for certain that she had been replaced.
There were almost a dozen naked women in the room, but the big dog went straight to Lana. She was not fazed in the slightest. When he tried to jump up on .her, she backed him down with nothing more than a glare.
"Sit!" she snapped.
Whimpering with frustration, the horny dog did as he was told, sheepishly eyeing his twitching hard-on.
"Now lie down," Lana commanded. "Play dead."
With the dog sprawled at her feet, Lana knelt and took his stiff prick in her hand. Slowly she stroked it, bringing the fiery tip closer and closer to her lips.
After a teasing wait, Lana finally kissed the throbbing cock-head. Then it was inside her mouth and the blow-job had begun.
Lana sucked a prick the opposite of the way Honey did. Rather than swallowing a pulsing tool, she nibbled her lips slowly down the shaft, almost taunting its panting owner.
Whenever Killer's excitement threatened to lift him to his feet, Lana would stare him into obedience. Pretty soon the message had so firmly taken hold that the muscular German shepherd seemed as weak as a kitten, only his cock showing his usual power.
To Honey's surprise. Lana never did completely deep-throat Killer's hard-on. The gorgeous brunette seemed to flaunt quality over quantity. Even with a dog's cock in her mouth, she oozed class.
Killer was on the verge of coming, but Lana wouldn't let him. Every time he seemed ready to trip over the brink, she let up on his cock just enough to temporarily cool off his balls."
Finally, the dog's prick was out of Lana's mouth entirely. She was rolling the slimy hard-on against her face, flicking at it with her tongue.
"Wanna fuck my tits with your big cock, baby?" Lana cooed to the slobbering dog.
Killer yelped with excitement as Lana leaned forward and rubbed his prick against her tits. It wasn't lost on Honey that this was something she hadn't thought of the night she fucked and sucked the shaggy German shepherd.
Inevitably, Killer's throbbing cock slipped into the split of Lana's exquisite tits. Crushing her creamy mounds together against the jerking dog-cock, Lana made good on her offer of a moment ago. Expertly led, the horny German shepherd was tit-fucking his first woman.
"Why don't you come now, lover?" Lana seductively suggested to the panting animal. "I know how much you want to shoot your hot cum all over my naked body."
Killer responded to her sugary approach with greater obedience than he did to a direct order. Pumping between Lana's tits, his prick spurted shiny dog-cum.
Lana lowered her head, taking as much of the jizz as she could in her face. It was a miraculous achievement. Although her classic features dripped with glistening dog-cum, she remained the most beautiful woman anyone in the room had ever seen.
Honey had seen enough. Lana was the best. This was the end of the line.
Honey's logic was simple. If she couldn't be number one, then forget it.
Honey was retiring as a whore. Her cunt was no longer for sale. From now on she'd give it away for free. Fucking for fun instead of money was where she really shined.
Now that she had made her decision, Honey walked. Throwing a fur coat the Congressman had bought her over her naked body, she left the party-and her life as a whore-behind without so much as a backward glance.
The Congressman usually sent Honey home in a limo. Tonight she couldn't even get a cab. Finally, she took a bus home from her last job as a whore.
CHAPTER NINE
As she walked up to the old house, Honey wondered how her mother would greet her.
She had rehearsed her explanation and apology for hours. Now, if only her mother would give her the chance to express her feelings.
"Mom, I love you," she would say, simply and honestly. "Just because I didn't turn out to be a lesbian doesn't mean I'm not your daughter. Mom, I've got to be me. Can't you love me anyway?"
The porch was dark as Honey scaled its steps.
Maybe there was nobody home, she thought. That would give her an excuse to put off the difficult task she had chosen for herself.
"No, you've got to go through with it!" Honey snapped aloud to herself. "At least give it a try."
But when she reached the door, Honey could not bring herself to ring the buzzer. Instead, she peeked through the window, still tempting herself with the possibility that the house was empty.
Nothing stirred inside. There was no evidence that anyone was home.
Honey started to leave, but her guilty conscience wouldn't let her step from the porch.
She lectured herself that there was nothing to be afraid of. She would force herself to go inside and wait for her mother.
The door was unlocked. As Honey stepped into the familiar living room she felt a rush of belonging. It was good to be home.
In a wave of sentiment, Honey decided to go upstairs and take a look at her old room. She was in for a shocking disappointment.
As Honey stood in the doorway and gazed inside, she hardly recognized her bedroom. Everything had been changed. All the girlish touches were gone.
It was clear a man was using it. The evidence was all there. Work clothes carelessly strewn about; cigar butts in the ashtray; a girlie calendar on the wall with darts sticking into the model's spread crotch.
"She replaced me with a boarder," Honey hissed with distaste. "She turned my room over to a complete stranger-for money."
In a fit of anger, Honey wished her mother were standing here. What she wouldn't give to tell the bitch what she thought of her.
Suddenly it seemed as if Honey might have that chance. The low moan that curled around the corner from her mother's bedroom signaled that she wasn't in the house alone after all.
Irresistibly drawn, Honey followed the prolonged female murmur to its source. She got as far as a half-open doorway and then froze, not even breathing. Watching.
It was her mother, all right.
Mrs. Wilde was flat on her back, a pillow under her ass. Someone had their face between her spread legs, eating her pussy, while their hands clawed her jiggling tits.
At first Honey had no clue who was sucking her mother's cunt. Given her mother's lust for her own sex, Honey assumed it was another woman, but she had no idea what she looked like since her face was buried in pussy and a sheet concealed her body.
But then Honey's mother removed the sheet covering her lover. Her fingers reached for the crotch of the person eating her twat. What they grabbed was not another pussy.
To Honey's astonishment, her mother had an angry red hard-on in her grip. She was stroking the stiff cock so eagerly that she was almost on the verge of jacking it off.
"Give me a sixty-nine, lover," Mrs. Wilde groaned to her pussy-lapping partner. "I want to suck your prick while you eat out my cunt. Why should you have all the fun?"
"Oh, my God, she's making it with the boarder," Honey gasped under her breath. "I can't believe it."
She had to, though. Because unless she was dreaming, and she had already pinched herself more than once, her eyes didn't lie. The consenting adults she was watching were definitely flesh and blood, male and female.
"Mmmmm, that's better," Mrs. Wilde sighed around a mouthful of throbbing cock. "God, you don't know how I've missed the taste of a man's prick all these years."
Then she stopped talking and started sucking. Honey had never seen a better blow-job by the most experienced whore. Including herself.
"Oooooh, Mama, you're too much," the man moaned in Mrs. Wilde's crotch. "In fifteen years I never met anyone who gives head as good as you do. I was a fool to leave."
His final sentences registered immediately with Honey. Her mother knew this man from before. Suddenly Honey realized she was watching a secret chapter from her mother's past unfold. Fascination quickly replaced shock and anger.
"Going to come in my mouth?" Mrs. Wilde asked her cunt-licking lover.
"You better believe it," he answered with a mouthful of pussy. "Want it now?"
"Ahhh, you could always turn the cum on like a faucet," Honey's mother sighed, then sealed her lips around the cock-head in her mouth and waited for the eruption.
"My balls are boiling," the man gasped. "This is gonna be the hottest load of jizz you ever swallowed, Mama."
His groin lurched, jamming his big prick down Mrs. Wilde's throat. As his balls jumped in their sac, his cum gushed forth, swelling her cheeks.
Mrs. Wilde drank it all. She sat up after her cum-feast with a big grin, smacking her lips, leaving no doubt that she loved it.
"It's hard to believe you've been a dyke all these years after a blow-job like that," her lover laughed.
"A women never forgets how to suck her man's cock," Mrs. Wilde replied. Then she lightened up and added, "Believe me, I ought to know. I sure as hell tried to forget. God, how I tried."
When her mother said this, Honey thought back to that night the two of them had fucked and sucked in a lesbian frenzy. It was hard to believe that she was looking at the same woman who had made such a good case that men were totally unnecessary.
"I know you've already come in my mouth, but I feel like having my pussy fucked," Honey's mother said, opening her legs in her lover's face.
The man's cock had softened after the blow-job. However, when its owner got a good look at the blonde cunt spread before him, the revived prick twanged into instant stiffness.
"You're as horny as a boy, Art," Mrs. Wilde cooed with delight. "You always could get it up for me, no matter what. No matter how many other women you were fucking on the side."
"I always come back to you," Art quickly replied. "Even if it takes fifteen years.
Art? Honey ran his name over in her mind. Why, she wondered, was it so familiar. She didn't know anybody named Art. Or did she? Was some mental block trying to keep her from remembering?
"Okay," Art said to Honey's mother as he knelt between her spread legs with his rigid dick in his hand. "If you want my cock in your cunt, you've got it. I've always said, no matter where I went, Dolly Wilde's got the tightest pussy this stud's ever fucked."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Dolly Wilde answered with a twitch of her cunt. "Now stop slinging the bull and fuck me until I scream."
"If I know you, the only screaming you'll be doing is for more," Art laughed, then stabbed his cock into the waiting pussy of Honey's spread-eagled mother.
"Ooooh, your cock is so big," Dolly Wilde moaned with pleasure. "Ram it in me! Fuck me hard!"
Art began moving his hips, drilling his prick to the depths of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her crotch against his, shoving back as good as she gave.
Honey had watched people fuck before, but never had it excited her so. The damp ache in her cunt didn't lie. She was hopelessly turned-on by what she saw.
Without even realizing it, Honey pulled up the front of her skirt and slipped her hand under the elastic of her panties. Throbbing with warmth, her pussy greeted her fingertips, seeming to suck them inside its moist gash.
As she watched her mother and her lover fuck, Honey finger-fucked her twat. Orgasm came easily, and then stayed, begging Honey not to take her fingers out of her wet cunt.
In the meantime, Honey's mother was climaxing, too. A big dick in her tight pussy was all Dolly Wilde needed to make the orgasms she had achieved as a lesbian seem like pin-pricks.
'I'm coming so hard," she told Art as he fucked her. "Your cock in my cunt is like coming home again. Please, don't ever leave me again."
"I won't," Art promised, running his hands over her big tits. "Never, baby. I want to die fucking you."
"Make that a suicide pact, stud," Dolly Wilde responded.
Then the talking stopped, replaced by the animalistic grunts and groans of a man and woman fucking. As Dolly Wilde stuck her long legs straight up in the air, Art neared the finish line.
"I'm going to come!" he gasped.
"Oh, God, give it to me!" Honey's mother screamed. "Give me your hot cum in my cunt!"
"Oh, Mama, will I!" Art panted, then gritted his teeth and let his spurting dick do his talking for him.
"Mmmmmm," Dolly Wilde sighed as her pussy flooded with thick jizz. "There's so much ... soo much cum."
"Your tight cunt brings out the best in a man," Art told her, squeezing off a final blast of cock-juice. "It always did."
"The bigger the cock, the tighter the cunt," Honey's mother said. "A woman doesn't deserve any special credit for bringing out the best in the best men. She can't help it."
Finished being fucked, Dolly Wilde transferred Art's spent prick from her sopping pussy to her mouth and sucked off the last few drops of jism. Dangling over the edge of the bed now, her legs were spread, giving her cum-choked twat a chance to drain.
From where she was standing, Honey had a perfect view of her mother's just-fucked cunt. As she watched the fresh jizz drool from her mother's open gash, Honey felt the lips of her pussy pucker with a thirst for cum.
"God, I want it," Honey murmured as she rubbed her wet cunt with one hand and tugged at her panties with the other.
Honey's clothes seemed to be strangling her. She yearned to get naked.
Her damp panties fell to the floor. Honey hurriedly removed her skirt and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I want it, I want it, I want it," she whispered as she stripped. "I want a big cock in my cunt. I want to fuck."
Naked, Honey ran her hands all over herself, making her pussy tingle. Then, aching with horniness, she lifted a tit to her mouth and tongued her pink nipple into red hardness.
Too turned-on to be careful, Honey allowed her moaning to grow louder. Although her naked body was concealed from Art and her mother by the partially closed door, the sounds of her desire were filtering into the bedroom with increasing clarity.
"Art, what's that funny noise?" Dolly Wilde said to her lover.
"Yeah, I hear it, too," he answered. "It's coming from the hall. Sounds like something's dying."
When she realized her mother was walking toward the door, Honey knew that she had only a split-second to run or she would be discovered. Scoopng up her clothing, she eyed the escape route of the stairs.
But when Honey tried to flee, her legs locked at the knees. Not only couldn't she run, she couldn't move.
Dolly Wilde found her daughter waiting like a statue just outside the door. As the older woman circled around the naked, glassy-eyed girl, her surprise changed of anger, then to disgust.
"You spying slut!" She slashed with her words as viciously as she slapped her daughter's face with her hand. "I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"I missed you," Honey sobbed.
"Looks like that's not all you missed," Mrs. Wilde sneered, staring with contempt at her daughter's messy cunt. "You animal!"
"Hey, what the hell's going on?" Art called from the bedroom. "Who are you talking to out there?"
"Uh, nobody," Mrs. Wilde stammered, then lied: "It's just a neighbor girl. I've had trouble with her before."
"You mean she's a peeping Tom? A girl?" An answered, starting for the door. "Far out. Let me get a look at the little cunt."
"What's going on?" Honey whispered in bewilderment.
"Shut up," her mother hissed under her breath. "I have my reasons for not letting him know who you are."
"Who is he?" Honey asked.
"None of your damn business," her mother answered out of the side of her mouth, then turned toward the advancing Art.
"Show her to me," he eagerly said.
Dolly Wilde led him out into the hall. When he saw Honey, Art's cock twanged out in front of him in an instant hard-on, "Uh, I'll send her home," Dolly Wilde said nervously.
"No, no, I've got a better idea," Art said. "Let's teach the little bitch a lesson she'll never forget."
"What?" Honey and her mother gulped at the same time.
"We know that she gets off watching people fuck," Art said straight at Honey. "Well, maybe it's time she did more than just watch."
"Are you going to fuck me?" Honey asked breathlessly her cunt on fire.
"What do you think?" Art leered, stroking his long cock.
All at once, Honey stopped thinking as desire destroyed her reason. Throwing her naked body against Art's, she trapped his thick prick between her thighs and rubbed her hot pussy against it.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Honey whispered passionately in the ear of her mother's lover. "Take me to bed and fuck my cunt with your big, strong cock. I want a man so bad."
Gripping the cheeks of Honey's ass, Art lifted her into the air and carried her with her legs straddling his hairy torso. In the bedroom, he spread her out on the bed and gazed hungrily at her cunt before swinging into action.
Forgotten, Dolly Wilde remained in the hall. She was crying.
"I should have known this would happen," she sobbed.
Then, still unnoticed, Honey's mother broke down, sinking to her knees. Her burden was crushing.
"I've got to tell them," she wept. "There's no other way."
Somehow, Honey's mother got the strength to climb to her feet. Then, wincing with sadness, she limped into the bedroom.
Art and Honey were already fucking when Dolly Wilde entered the room. They ignored her as Honey clenched her legs around Art's waist while his thick cock filled her twat.
"Oh, baby, your pussy's so tight. So fucking tight," Art groaned with his face between Honey's tits.
"God, your prick feels so good in my cunt," Honey answered. "Fuck me harder, harder!"
Standing ignored in the shadows, Honey's mother was tempted by an urge to forget about everything except what felt good and just jump in and start fucking and sucking with Art and Honey. But she would not let herself give in. The stakes were too high.
"Give me some cum!" Honey squealed. "Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet jizz!"
Art moved his cock faster and faster in Honey's cunt, turning on the friction. Then, with a final thrust of his prick, he pulled the cheeks of his ass together and bucked his crotch.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he gasped. "I can't stop."
"You're telling me," Honey moaned as her pussy swelled with hot jism.
Honey's mother told herself she had seen enough, but when she tried to turn away it was impossible. Her eyes would not close, either. She had to watch.
When Art withdrew his prick, Honey's open twat oozed with Jism. She put her hands in the well of her thighs, pulling her scummy pussy-lips apart so that strands of cum sagged between them.
"How do you like my cunt now?" Honey asked.
"Any pussy is improved by a load of my jizz," Art cracked.
"Then why don't you eat me out?" Honey teased. "Or is whipped cream too rich for you?"
"Oh, no," Art laughed. "I'm not gonna lap up my own cum. No way."
"But it's good enough for me?" Honey smirked.
"Ahh, gotcha there!" Art whooped. "You haven't swallowed any of my cum yet."
"Well, why don't you just fuck me in the mouth with that big prick of yours and see how much jizz I can drink," Honey purred.
"Cute," Art said with a shake of his head. "I think I've just been tricked into a blow-job."
Honey's face was already in his lap, her lips nuzzling his fuck-softened cock. Then the head was in her mouth and she was sucking and tonguing, building a hard-on from scratch.
"Oh, baby, eat me raw!" Art gasped with renewed arousal. "Suck my prick!"
Honey's lips slurped forward as Art's turned-on cock grew in her mouth. She had just one last chance to speak before there was so much dick down her throat the words would be crushed.
"Fuck my mouth the way you would my cunt," she hissed.
"You've really got me hot," Art panted as he shifted his body to the position Honey desired and hilted his cock in her mouth. "I'm going to ram my prick down to your belly."
Honey kicked her legs up just like she was being fucked in the pussy as the bedsprings started to creak. She was her old self again, the girl who couldn't get enough cock inside her. Already, she was thinking ahead to when Art fucked her in the ass.
But, still lurking in the shadows, her ashen mother had seen enough. The time for the truth was here.
Dolly Wilde walked over to the edge of the bed, where Honey and Art would be sure to notice her. When she cleared her throat, they both looked up.
"Gee, Dolly, why don't you hop on in?" Art said without any embarrassment. "Two pussies are always better than one."
Wanting Art's big prick all to herself, Honey frowned. She just wanted her mother to go away for now. Hell could break loose later.
Dolly Wilde ignored both responses. She was going to have her say. Nothing could stop here.
"Art," she started uncertainly, "this girl ... she's not a neighbor."
When Honey heard this, her heart froze. Although she didn't know why, she was suddenly the one who did not want her true identity revealed.
Then, suddenly, it hit her. Art. At last Honey realized why the name was so familiar.
Oh, God, Honey thought, it can't be what I'm thinking.
"Art!" Honey's mother continued, her voice trembling. "This is not just any girl."
"You're telling me," Art laughed, twisting his prick in Honey's mouth.
There was a horrible silence as Mrs. Wilde's face twitched while words she did not want to say formed in her gulping throat.
"She's your daughter!" Honey's mother blurted out. "After fifteen years, you've come home to fuck your own daughter!"
"No!"
"Yes! She's Honey. Remember, our daughter? You've got your cock in Honey's mouth!"
"I don't believe you," Art Wilde answered, but now his voice was trembling, too.
Pulling his cock from Honey's mouth, Art Wilde leaned down and stared into her face. When the family resemblance leaped out and grabbed him by the throat, he had no choice but to admit the incestuous truth. He was her father.
"Honey, my little girl ... I fucked her," he gasped in wonder. "I fucked my own daughter. I don't believe it. The last time I saw her she was just a baby."
"Well, you can see what your baby grew up to be," Mrs. Wilde sniffed with bitter tears. "No better than a common whore."
"Honey ... my baby girl ... I fucked her," Honey's father rambled, his mind blown.
Only Honey had no response. She was mentally in another place now, her senses removed from the present by a deep faint. She had blacked out the instant the truth had struck.
In her dream-state, she had returned to a more comfortable time in the past. She was a little girl again, in fact a baby, her memory reaching further back than it ever had when she was conscious.
Honey was with her mother and father. She was in her crib and they were pampering her.
"Art," her mother said, "isn't she sweet?"
"Yes, just like her name," her father answered. "She'll break a lot of hearts someday, that's for sure."
Honey squirmed in her crib, giggling as her father scratched her tummy. With her loving parents doting over her, she felt all warm and snuggly. Safe. Nothing could ever go wrong.
Sleeping like the baby she imagined herself to be, Honey resisted all attempts to revive her. In her mind there was nothing to awaken for. The last fifteen years had not happened. Life was perfect the way she dreamed it.
CHAPTER TEN
It was a sun drenched Saturday morning at the height of spring. Whistling along with the birds, Honey poured the coffee she had just brewed into a mug, then put it on a tray with some buttered toast.
Stepping outdoors with the tray, Honey called to her father that his breakfast was ready. He was waiting for her on the patio in his bathrobe, the morning paper on his lap.
"Beautiful day, huh?" Art Wilde said to his daughter when she set the tray down beside him.
"Super," she sighed and stretched, taking in the sweet morning air with a deep whiff as the sun shined through her nightgown.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Art asked, eyeing the silhouette of his daughter's body as he took a mouthful of toast.
"Mmmmmm, I dunno," Honey answered girlishly, her finger in her mouth. "Maybe I'll have something in a little bit."
She drifted away, temporarily leaving her father to read his paper as she apparently returned to the kitchen. However, she stopped just short of the house, silently waiting for something.
It was only when Art Wilde had his nose in the sports section and had forgotten about her for the time being that his daughter silently returned to his side without his knowledge. Also unnoticed was her nightgown, now lying in the spot where Honey had been previously standing.
Quietly kneeling, Honey slipped her fingers under the newspaper and untied the sash of her father's robe without him realizing it. Then the drawstring of his pajama bottom was pulled open with the same light touch.
Honey smiled when her father's bare crotch was under her nose. His prick was half-stiff and throbbing, and his balls were shifting in their hairy sac. His eyes may have been on the paper, Honey thought, but his mind was wandering.
Art's cock and balls drew his daughter's mouth to them. When he lifted the paper and glanced at his lap, Honey was smothering his crotch with hot kisses.
Art said nothing. Smiling, he lowered his newspaper and resumed reading an article about the National Football League as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.
Closing her lips over the head of her father's cock, Honey slurped loudly. Then, one hand was squeezing Art's balls, while the index finger of the other was tickling his ass-hole.
Art sighed from the sucking pleasure between his legs, but kept his eyes straight ahead. The idea of being blown by his daughter while he read the morning paper seemed to him like paradise. To interrupt it would seem somehow unnatural.
It didn't take long for Honey's lips to slide so far down the shaft of her father's cock that she was nuzzling his balls. Deep-throating her father's ten-inch prick with a spasming throat and busy tongue, she suckingly begged him to fuck her in the mouth.
His eyes still trained on the newspaper, Art began moving his hips. Squirming in the patio chair, his loins activated his prick in his daughter's mouth.
Honey murmured with bliss as the root of her father's cock stroked between her lips and the head bobbed in her throat. She was so turned-on that she dropped a hand to her crotch and fingered her clit until her pussy gushed.
Staring at his paper, Art felt his nuts jump to the base of his prick. His cum was boiling, ready to erupt from his daughter's expert cock-sucking.
Now Art dropped the newspaper. It fell messily all over Honey's head and shoulders as her father arched back in his chair and rammed his cock in her mouth as far as it would go.
Art's balls exploded, shooting a torrent of cum that scalded Honey's throat as she gulped it down. His hands were under the newspaper, clutching his daughter's head to his prick so she could suck down every drop of his spurting jizz.
Suddenly, the panting and slurping sounds filling the patio were joined by footsteps. However, neither Art nor Honey noticed they had company until the intruder spoke.
"Beautiful morning," Dolly Wilde yawned to her husband, failing to notice her daughter kneeling beneath the collapsed newspaper. "Honey up yet?"
Grinning at his wife, Art swept aside the paper so Dolly could get an eyeful. Honey was just finishing up on her father's prick, cum dribbling down her chin.
"Well, well, my dear," Mrs. Wilde chuckled to her cock-sucking daughter, "looks like you're getting yourself an early start this fine spring morning."
Honey looked toward her mother. When she opened her mouth to speak, her red lips were connected with silvery threads of fresh jizz.
"You know what they say, Mother. The early bird gets the worm," Honey giggled. She clutched her father's drained cock, wiggling it in her mother's direction.
"Damn it, his prick is soft and I'm so horny," Mrs. Wilde complained. "I should have set the alarm an hour earlier so I could get to your father's cock first."
"Oh, I think we can work something out," Honey cooed, rubbing a tit against her father's limp dick. "After all, there are two of us and Daddy only has one prick. Those are the kind of odds I like."
Art basked in the attention he was getting from his wife and daughter. After fifteen years of running away from the responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood, he was finally learning just how satisfying family life could be.
Mrs. Wilde joined Honey, slipping off her robe as she knelt before her husband. When Art looked down at the naked bodies of his wife and daughter, they were so alike he had trouble telling them apart. It was such a turn-on that his cock started to harden even though neither Honey nor Dolly was touching it.
"Mmmmmm, look," Dolly Wilde crooned, her eyes sparkling at the sight of her husband's stiffening prick. "I could eat it up."
"Be my guest," Honey said to her mother.
Mrs. Wilde took her husband's cock in her hand and brushed the hot head against her lips.
"Suck it, Mom," Honey urged. "You know how I love to watch you give Daddy a blow-job."
"Man, oh, man," Art sighed as his prick was devoured by his wife.
He was going to make a joke about his cock getting no rest, but didn't get around to it because rest was the last thing he wanted. These days he lived to have his prick in a wet female hole.
Honey became so aroused watching her mother suck her fathers dick close-up that she could not resist joining in on the action. Quickly, she was cheek to cheek with Dolly in the well of Art's crotch, snaking her tongue around her mother's chin to lick her father's salty nuts.
Falling back in his chair while the two women in his life serviced his cock and balls, Art looked up at the blue sky and moaned with pleasure. It wasn't anywhere near noon yet and he was already on the verge of shooting his second wad of the day.
"You'd better stop sucking my prick or I'm going to come in both your faces," he warned his wife and daughter.
"Oh, no you don't," Mrs. Wilde laughed, releasing his prick from her mouth. "I want to fuck. I want my pussy full of cum before I do another thing today. Just pinch it off, stud, and wait until you get your big prick inside my tight cunt before you get your rocks off."
"I'll help you, Mom," Honey joined in, delighted with her crucial role in getting her mother and father back together after fifteen years.
Each of the women grabbed one of Art's legs and pulled him from the chair before dragging him to a soft patch of grass.
There, his daughter opened her thighs above his head and sat on his face with her damp pussy while his wife straddled his crotch and stuffed his dick inside her fuck-hungry twat.
"Oh, Mom, you should see your face," Honey said, turned toward her mother as the two of them serviced the same man.
"You should see yours," Mrs. Wilde answered.
"Daddy's tongue is so hard in my cunt," Honey giggled.
"Then you can imagine what his cock is like in mine," her mother laughed. "I'm going to be coming before I know it."
"I already am," Honey revealed after a sighing pause.
Her mother looked at her, watching her daughter's teenage body jiggle with delight. Feeling a warm glow from something besides just the cock in her cunt, Mrs. Wilde reached over and stroked Honey's nipples to instant hardness.
"You're so beautiful when you're coming," mother lovingly told daughter.
"It's twice as good when you're watching, Mom," Honey answered.
Honey and her mother kissed, their naked torsos bending over Art's belly so their mouths could meet and darting tongues could be exchanged. Their hands caressed each other's tits as murmurs of female passion filled the spring morning.
Pinned below the embracing women, Art continued to help himself to two pussies at once. As his rigid dick jammed up his wife's cunt, his tongue explored the creamy pleasure of his daughter's twat.
When Honey and her mother came up for air, Mrs. Wilde squealed, her back stiffening.
"You should feel how your father's dick just jumped in my cunt," she panted.
"Is Dad going to come?" Honey asked.
"You better believe it," Art called up from Honey's crotch. "Even your mother's cunt won't hold this load of cum."
"Maybe I'd better help out," Honey volunteered.
Clutching Art's head with her thighs for balance, Honey jackknifed all the way forward, crushing her tits against his belly. Her face at the junction of her father's cock and her mother's pussy, Honey thirstily waited for the promised eruption.
"Watch out, here it comes!" Art gasped, his crotch thrusting.
Mrs. Wilde threw her head back and groaned in ecstasy as the hot cum shot up her pussy.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep coming! Fill my cunt!"
Yes, Honey thought. Fill her cunt with your hot cum until her pussy can't hold it all. Then, when the jizz oozes from the sides of her twat, I can lick it up.
It happened just the way Honey hoped. Art's prick spurted so much jism up his wife's cunt that the excess quickly glistened in the open. And there was Honey's tongue to greet it, lapping away at the gooey rim of her mother's cock-stuffed pussy.
Enjoying her daughter's busy tongue almost as much as she'd enjoyed the fuck itself, Mrs. Wilde pulled away from her husband's cock so she could roll over and spread-eagle herself for Honey's mouth.
"Eat me, baby," mother called to daughter. "Eat my cunt!"
Leaving her father for the time being, Honey crawled between her mother's wide-open thighs, fastening her mouth to the older woman's juicy twat. Now her tongue entered her mother's pussy, wriggling around in the fresh cum.
As Honey ate her mother's cunt, her father's jizz delighted her taste buds. The combined flavor of pussy-juice and cum made her climax.
"Oh, baby, don't stop eating me," Mrs. Wilde moaned with her eyes closed as Honey sucked her cunt. "I don't ever want to stop coming."
In the meantime, Art was off his back, crawling around behind Honey. As she sucked her mother's pussy, her kneeling position presented a perfect rear-view of her golden twat for her horny father. Dangling, the plump, pink lips of Honey's cunt framed an open gash that begged for a big cock.
Art patted his prick and smiled. His cock was as hard as if he had not already come twice within mere minutes.
"Watch out, baby, Daddy's going to fuck you," Art whispered over Honey's shoulder. "Just keep eating your mother's cunt and my cock will be inside your pussy before you know what's happened."
Honey didn't need to reply any more than she needed to be told that she was going to be fucked. She had known her father wouldn't be able to resist putting his prick in her pussy. In fact, she'd counted on it!
While Honey's tongue wriggled in her mother's cunt, the head of her father's stiff cock passed between the lips of her twat and plunged within. She wiggled her ass and then his prick was in her pussy to the hilt, his balls squashing against her hot clit.
Sensing that something was going on, Mrs. Wilde opened her eyes and looked up to see her husband hunched over their daughter's ass, his prick obviously up Honey's cunt. As their beautiful daughter fucked and sucked between them, husband and wife traded knowing smiles, so proud of the lusty woman their little girl had become.
"I'm so glad you're fucking Honey," Dolly said to Art. "I love it when we're all getting it on at the same time. When the family is together."
"This is some cunt our daughter has," Art responded, twisting his dick in Honey's spasming fuck-hole. "Her pussy gets tighter every time I fuck her."
"I guess I don't have to remind you which parent she inherits that from," Dolly teased.
"I don't expect you'll ever let me forget your side of the family specializes in tight cunts," Art teased back.
"Too bad we didn't have a son, too," Dolly said with genuine feeling. "I could use an extra prick while yours is helping itself to Honey's pussy."
"Forget it," Art laughed. "I'm not sharing you two with anybody. One cock in a family is plenty if you know what to do with it."
"Daddy," Honey interrupted from her mother's crotch. "Will you stop talking to Mother and concentrate on fucking me. Your prick is hardly moving in my cunt."
Mr. and Mrs. Wilde looked at each other and shared proud smiles. Honey's appetite for fucking and sucking was a constant source of joy for them, the glue that had repaired their broken marriage.
"You two," Honey snorted with playful irritation. "All a girl wants to do is suck her mother's cunt while her father fucks her and you make such a big deal out of it."
"Maybe I was wrong about Honey's pussy," Art said to his wife, his face lopsided with a merry wink. "Maybe it's not tight enough for my big cock, after all."
"You could always fuck her in a tighter hole, you know," Mrs. Wilde grinned.
"Oh, wow," Honey sighed with anticipation as she caught on, glancing over her shoulder at her father. "Oh, Daddy, would you? Fuck me in the ass?"
"It's up to you, sweetheart."
"Yes, yes! Please, Daddy!" Honey panted excitedly. "Fuck me in the ass. I want it bad."
"I'll help," her mother said.
Rolling over, Mrs. Wilde crawled around in back of Honey to help prepare her husband's ten-inch prick and their daughter's tight, young ass-hole for one another.
When Art's prick was out of Honey's pussy, Honey's mother went to work on it first, greasing it from the head to the balls with a thick coating of spit. Then she turned her tongue to her daughter's pouting ass-hole as her husband held the cheeks of the girl's ass apart.
Quickly, the narrow opening of the daughter's ass was widened by the mother's tongue. Honey could feel the tingling all the way to her bowels.
Now Mrs. Wilde puckered her lips around the rim of Honey's ass-hole and forced as much spit as she could up the tight channel. By the time she was through, her husband's wet prick would slide right up her daughter's slick ass.
"Okay, you can fuck her now," Mrs. Wilde said to her husband.
She took over the cheeks of Honey's ass from Art, holding them open as he centered the throbbing head of his dick with their daughter's ass-hole. Flush with Honey's ass-hole, the tip of Art's hard-on squeezed inside. Then, with a sharp squish, the whole cock-head disappeared.
"Oh, Daddy, your prick is so big," Honey responded to the meat in her ass. "Shove it in farther. You know I love it in my butt."
Grunting, Art buried half of his thick dick in his daughter's expanding ass-hole, then stopped to rest.
"More! More!" Honey cried impatiently. "Give me the whole thing! Fuck me all the way!"
Honey knew that at ten inches her father's prick was technically too large for the channel of her ass, but the extra cock was the icing on the cake. She liked a hard-on to be about two inches longer than a woman's ass could supposedly stand. She didn't want to just feel the iron prick fucking her butt, she wanted to be overcome by it.
"You asked for it," Art responded to his daughter's plea, then jammed the rest of his cock as powerfully as he could up her ass.
"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" Honey screamed with ecstasy. "It hurts so good! Your prick is so big! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck my ass! Make it keep hurting!"
Art did his best to satisfy his daughter, goring her with his hiked dick. He was always the most pleased when his prick put Honey in agony because he knew how much she loved to be hurt while she was fucking. In some ways her passion for pain was her most feminine trait. The way she cried out when too much cock stabbed one of her fuck-holes made a man feel like a giant.
Meanwhile, satisfied that her husband and daughter now longer needed her assistance, Honey's mother decided to treat herself to some pussy while they were ass-fucking. Her daughter's cunt was down there just waiting for a mother's hungry mouth, too sweet to resist.
All Mrs. Wilde had to do to eat some gash was slide between Honey's knees on her back, lift up her face, and start sucking. She did it swiftly, sighing as the lips of her mouth squashed against the lips of her daughter's twat and her probing tongue thickened with pussy-juice.
And so it went. Another typical Saturday morning passed in the Wilde household.
Mother, father and daughter usually fucked and sucked until noon before fatigue set in, then spent the afternoon relaxing and gradually turning each other on all over again. Although they got it on several times a week, weekends were their special time together, and they made the most of it.
Elsewhere in the neighborhood, people were taking advantage of the weekend to clean out the basement, wash their cars, mow the grass, or just take it easy. The neighbors assumed the Wildes spent their leisure time in pretty much the same way as they did theirs, although they sometimes wondered about the high fence around the Wilde property and the funny noises they heard.
Although nobody seemed to know them well, there was one thing about the Wildes on which their neighbors all agreed. Ask someone on the block about the Wildes and the answer was almost always the same. The Wildes were so close. In this day and age of divorce and the generation gap, they were one family who was obviously doing something right.
