Archive Note: For whatever reason, the publisher named the chapter after 'CHAPTER TEN" as 'CHAPTER EIGHT' and that is faithfully reproduced in this text.
CHAPTER ONE
The windshield wipers briskly labored back and forth. In the drenching rain, each wipe swept away solid sheets of water. One moment the windshield was crystal clear; the next moment it was splashed with an opaque wall of water. In the clear moments Stephanie could see the headlights of her Mark Four Continental slicing through the massive downpour. The twin cones of light illuminated the circular drive leading to the front gate of Pasha's modern California mansion. The mansion, often referred to as "The House of a Thousand Orgies," was now dark and quiet. Silent ... as the hush of death!
But the relentless sounds of the swishing windshield wipers exploded in Stephanie's tormented and nerve-wracked brain. Tears of sorrow and hysteria streamed down her face. Her long, sensuous red hair, normally well-groomed, was now wild and unkempt, like the mane of an African lion. Her tattered and torn dress was soaking wet. The sheer silk material pasted to her voluptuous body, clung to a sensuous figure, outlining the kind of body usually featured in a Playboy center-fold. Stephanie's figure was flawless. It was as if God had created the perfect woman, the ultimate design, with round firm breasts that were perfectly shaped, that stood high and full, jutting proudly forward without need of a brassiere.
She had long, sensuous legs; legs that stopped traffic; legs that drove men crazy with lust and desire. When Stephanie wore a short, snappy dress, with each stride her thighs would play against the dress and it was almost as if she had nothing on at all. Her thighs were strong but slender and even when she stood unmoving, there was always the subtle play of muscle in them. She always made sure to dab a few drops of exotic perfume on the insides of her creamy thighs. Stephanie could turn herself on simply by caressing the rich velvet skin on the inside of her thighs. In her loins was always the waiting fire, the hot coals, waiting to be fanned into a raging fire. It was one of the reasons she preferred women to men. A woman could understand and appreciate how divinely erotic and beautiful it was to have one's thighs loved. Only a woman knew the subtle ways of lighting another woman's fire.
Stephanie was fortunate in one other respect. She had an extraordinarily, beautifully developed, wellrounded Mound of Venus ... that black and secret cave of pubic hair. Any sort of clinging material would outline her pussy. She could walk across campus wearing a short jersey dress, and the vee of her crotch would be clearly defined and remarkably curved in the form of a constant invitation.
Stephanie had had a riot-inciting body from the time she was fifteen, and she often had the urge to publicly apologize for her beauty-or at least explain it. By the time she was eighteen years old, she had lost count of the number of men she had slept with. She never failed to feel a mixture of confusion and desire when men indicated they saw her body as an invitation for a quick hot fuck!
But Stephanie had long since learned to appreciate her sexuality. In fact, she relished it. Perhaps "obsessed" would be a better word. She loved the idea that men and women were turned on by her sexuality.
Stephanie breathed deep gulps of air. The water-soaked dress clung hungrily to her heaving breasts, grasping each beautiful tit individually like the hands of a horny, impatient lover. Her nipples were rich and brown, large and erect. Her nipples existed only to be kissed, to be licked, to be sucked.
That's one of my problems, thought Stephanie, my nipples are never satisfied, unless they're being sucked on ... or drenched in spurts of hot come! One of her favorite turn-ons was to imagine a big stiff cock squeezed between her luscious tits. She would spit on her tits so that the man's prick would slide easily between her boobs, and open her mouth trying to catch the spurts of thick white come drenching her face. Stop it! Goddamit! I have to stop thinking like that! Hang on. Keep it together. Maintain. He's in there. I know he is. All I have to do is ... just maintain.
As if in a trance, she watched the windshield wipers wave from side to side. Back and forth ... to and fro ... up and down ... back and forth ... in and out ... in and out ... in and out....
Suddenly, the images began-a flood of erotic memories. She couldn't keep them out. In spite of herself, the pictures flashed in her mind like those in a slide projector, pictures of giant cocks she had sucked! Throbbing, rock-hard cocks! Beautiful, delicious, potent cocks. Her mouth slurped and slid up and down a muscular prick ... in and out ... up and down, deep in her throat! Oh God, how she loved to suck cock!
More images. More projections. Tits. Hundreds of rich, full, beautiful breasts, satin-skinned boobs with their brownish, berry-like nipples. All those beautiful tits she had sucked on and enjoyed. She loved to feel a nipple swell and grow hard in her mouth. The thought of a juicy erect nipple would nearly drive her crazy with desire. It thrilled her to bury her face between a pair of big, beautiful, soft tits. She could almost come by rubbing her nipples against another woman's tits . ... especially if her lover's tits were bigger than her own. There was no doubt about it, she had a fascination for tits ... a fixation that more than rivaled a man's. She often thought that if she were a man, she would be walking around with a constant hard-on, simply from looking at a girl's tits.
One of her favorite pastimes when she was a student in college was to sit on a bench on the campus and pretend to read a book, when in actuality she was tit-watching. She would watch a beautiful girl walk by and fantasize what it would be like to undress her, to remove her bra and have those beauti ful breasts rumble out into her mouth. She would get herself so turned on that her panties would be soaking wet. She would have to hurriedly find a secluded spot-her dormitory room, a deserted hallway, the bathroom, anywhere-and jerk herself off. She loved tripping herself out like that because usually the fantasies would trigger a mind-wrenching orgasm.
Just thinking about it made her yearn for sweet musky-tasting cunt. She didn't know which turned her on more, a warm, slick wide-open cunt or a throbbing, hard prick, spurting gobs of delicious come, filling her hungry mouth. Stephanie felt her pussy twitch. A rippling spasm of need and desire surged through her flamed loins. Jesus Christ! She had to stop before the spasms got carried away and took over her body ... before she lost control. It had happened to her before. This driving need for sex ... a hard cock, a cunt ... any kind of sex. It was a deep surging need that wouldn't let up, that demanded to be pacified. She would get so hot and horny, no matter what she was doing, the feeling would interfere with anything and everything until the pounding, aching hunger was fulfilled. It was the nightmare of her life-the constant searching, the never-ending pursuit of sexual satisfaction. Goddamn that throbbing cunt! She had to stop it! Get hold of herself ... stop it! Please ... stop!
A blinding flash of lightning ruptured Stephanie's hypnotic trance, and the crack of thunder broke the erotic spell and wiped away the mental pictures. With the distraction came relief. The spasms in her pulsating cunt subsided and once again she was confronted with the present ... the reality of the swishing windshield wipers. She set the emergency brake, turned off the ignition, then studied the blue steel revolver lying on the seat next to her.
She looked up at the mansion. Suddenly, like a photographer's flash bulb, sheets of lightning exploded, ripplfng across a storm-tossed sky, momentarily silhouetting the old Victorian mansion against the horizon and the arches and spires amidst a thousand silver slivers of drenching rain.
Jesus! How many times she had gotten fucked there! That was one thing you could say about Pasha. Once you had been exposed to one of his orgies, nothing else would ever do. Nothing could replace them.
She remembered the first orgy she ever attended at Pasha's. It wasn't one of his biggies, just a small affair, ten or twelve couples, but it was a night she would never forget. She was greeted at the door by a beautiful black man, oiled and naked. His cock was so hard it was sticking straight out, with little drops of come glistening on the tip. She walked in and was immediately confronted with another beautiful prick, at least ten inches long, and with a handsome, groovy man attached to it. Everyone was nude, so Stephanie stripped and proceeded to fuck and suck her way into the scene.
She got down on the floor and started sucking on the beautiful black man's cock. As she sucked on his cock, she felt her nipples grow rigid and her cunt start oozing. A stunning redhead came over and started kissing her breast, sucking on her nipples, biting them very gently. The redhead's fingers found their way to Stephanie's clit. Stephanie's cunt-lips were sopping wet. The redhead parted her cunt-lips and began to massage her clit, which by this time was erect and super-sensitive. With one finger on her clit and two other fingers flicking in and out of her pussy, the redhead caused Stephanie's cunt juices to flow freely. Kissing and sucking on her nipples, she slowly teased her tongue along the length of her body down to her belly-button. She flicked her tongue in and out of her belly-button with little butterfly flurries, then continued on, smothering her body with tingling tongue kisses, down to the insides of her thighs and then to her mouth-watering cunt. The redhead kissed Stephanie's hot vagina with loud, smacking kisses, and then, pursing her lips, she began sucking on her clitoris, alternating between sucking and kissing.
Then the redhead thrust her long tongue deep into Stephanie's pussy, a tongue like an ant-eater. Stephanie had never experienced such a long tongue. She started to come. She came so hard, she started shaking. She was coming and shaking and sucking on a massive hard, black cock, when suddenly, the black man's cock exploded in her mouth, filling her hungry mouth with the black man's love juice. He just kept coming, spurting gob after gob, and she just kept swallowing and sucking as fast and as hard as she could.
She felt herself gently rolled over onto her back. She lay there totally content and satisfied. For a brief moment she felt herself floating on a fleecy cloud of euphoria. Her legs were flung wide open, her beautiful pink pussy lips were also wide open, exposing her glistening vagina to the man with the enormous ten-inch hard-on. He dropped to his knees in front of her, wet the head of his prick with his own saliva and then, placing it against her vagina, he slipped it up and down several times between her moist cunt-lips. In effect, he was jerking her off with the head of his cock. Stephanie had never had that done before, so she was about to experience the wildest moment of her life. The man was an expert lover. He anticipated her orgasm. Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased his massive shaft deep into her pussy.
Waves of ecstatic pleasure raced through her body. She was so wired, she came immediately, the walls of her cunt rippling with orgasmic spasms. Her lover gently rolled over on his back, bringing Stephanie around on top of him. She loved it! She fucked him madly. She moved her ass up and down the full length of his cock, loving the fullness of him, the bigness, the hardness! Her juices were flowing, and she was sliding up and down the massive pole with no difficulty at all. She felt the walls of her vagina throbbing and grasping his massive muscle. She threw her head back and reveled in the sheer ecstasy of sliding up and down on the biggest cock she had ever fucked! But at that moment, she didn't care ... at that moment, she felt she could fuck a horse!
Suddenly, a man knelt in front of her and began to jerk off in her face, presenting her with a close-up of his throbbing, rosy hard-on. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed the man's erect penis, and, as if she'd been starving to death, she hungrily shoved it into her mouth. She sucked on his rod like it was the last cock she would ever suck in her life!
In the same moment, she felt the cheeks of her ass spread wide open and a slippery tongue licking and spitting into her asshole. My God! Was it possible she was going to get fucked in the ass? Then she felt the bulbous knobby head of what was obviously a hard and mighty prick wedge its way through her sphincter muscle. Stephanie was so high on sexy, so turned on, so lifted into an area of orgasmic ecstasy, she felt no pain. Having now opened the gates, she felt the delicious prick slide all the way into her bowels, deep ... so deep she could feel his balls against her ass.
Two girls watching the scene taking place before them got so hot they fell to their knees, each one grabbing one of Stephanie's tits, sucking on her sensitive nipples and playing with their own pussies, jerking themselves off.
Stephanie was in Seventh Heaven. The feeling racing through her body was indescribable. Never in her life had she been so loved, so fucked! She had three huge cocks in her at the same time-one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one in her asshole! And the two lovelies sucking on her tingling nipples were the final blissful touch, the "coup de grace." She felt the prick in her mouth grow bigger, stiffer, and start to throb. The man she was sucking off began to moan.
"Oh, fuck that's so good, I'm going to come ... Please don't stop sucking ... Oh, Jesus ... it's going to be so good!"
He was fucking her mouth so fast and so hard, his cock was just a moving blur. But his approaching orgasm was so exciting that it stimulated the other two men fucking her into their orgasms. The man fucking her cunt started quivering and groaning.
"Oh, shit! I'm going to come too ... right from my balls!" He started to slow up his thrusting, gradually building to his climax, slowly grinding his hard prick in and out of Stephanie's pulsating vagina. "Oh, Jesus ... Ohhhh ... my cock is going to explode, it's going to fucking blow up inside your cunt, you fucking bitch!"
He threw his head back, and shoved his mighty cock as deep into her cunt as he could. He kept it there as he screamed, "I'm commming ... Oh, God, I'm commming ... in your fucking cunt. Ahhhggg!" Stephanie felt his prick lodged deeper than she had ever felt anything....she felt every pulsating throb of come spurt out of his prick.
The man fucking her in her ass was ramming in and out like a jackhammer. "I'm comming ... Now! Now, Baby!! NOW! No ... owww!"
Each time he rammed his prick into her ass, she felt him coming in full, rich spurts! Stephanie thought she was going to die ... coming! All three pricks fucking her came at the same time. The man fucking her cunt came so hard, their love juices spurted out of her pussy, and flowed over his balls. Shooting stars went off deep in her bowels.
Stephanie shuddered from head to toe. It was one of the most consummate orgasms she had ever experienced. It was a night she would never forget, and with good reason, for she had been sucked and fucked and gang-banged to the point of sheer delirium. And why not? After all, Pasha prided himself on being the most depraved man on earth, and often boasted that as orgies go, they began and ended here ... at Pasha's Pleasure Palace!
But by the look in Stephanie's frenzied, sex-possessed eyes, something else would end here tonight ... Pasha's life! She picked up the revolver and expertly flipped open the cartridge chamber.
CHAPTER TWO
Stephanie was an expert marksman. She had been around firearms all of her life and owned one of the best collections of handguns in the world. She also had her own private pistol gallery. Pistols excited her. Just the thought of an exploding pistol turned her on. If she knew she was going to a swinging party and was anticipating a lot of fucking and sucking, she would go down to her private shooting gallery and fire off a few dozen rounds. Without fail, those few moments in the shooting gallery would prime her for the evening ahead. It was the exciting thought of fucking someone she never met before, the tingling anticipation of sucking on a sweet pussy. And for those few short moments in the shooting gallery, she would feel absolutely ... virile! She would feel as if she could satisfy any woman in the world. Each time she hit the bulls-eye, she would fantasize a cunt wildly exploding in her mouth.
Usually, by the time she came back upstairs, her thighs would be quivering and her cunt palpitating.
Sometimes after a shooting session, her pussy would be aching with such desire and need, she would have to bring herself off at least two or three times before she could get herself together enough to finish dressing. When she was that wired, her favorite way to relieve herself was to jerk off with her electric toothbrush. Since the electric toothbrush used direct current, it was much stronger than a vibrator, as well as much more satisfying. She would place the back of the miniature toothbrush against her clit. Sometimes she would turn the brush sideways so that the bristles of the toothbrush massaged her cunt-lips at the same time the plastic part of the brush vibrated her clit. During those times, she would often imagine herself lying on her back with a voluptuous and earthy woman squatting over her face. It was very important for the woman to be facing her. Then she could play with her tits and watch the expressions on her face. She would experience deep and long orgasms, and at the very height of her climax she would imagine the woman (whose cunt she was eating) in the throes of her own climax, slowly rotating her hips, grinding her pussy hard and slow on Stephanie's mouth, filling it with sweet pungent cunt-juice.
When she finished, she would remove her panties, which by this time would be drenched with the juices from her own flowing cunt. Stephanie wore the sexiest, briefest panties she could buy. She would put the stained panties in her purse, and later, at the party, she would take them out and pass them around, turning everybody on with the provocative and musky odor of her steaming cunt! Quite often that would be the only incentive needed to start the festivities.
She opened the glove compartment and took out a box of ammunition, .38 S&W Specials, very accurate cartridges, indeed. Tonight of all nights, accuracy was the prime priority. She did not want to miss. For the first time in her life she would be pumping bullets into a living, breathing target. Her heart pounded with excitement. She remembered going to her gun cabinet earlier in the evening and carefully choosing the right handgun. She selected a Smith & Wesson Centennial Airweight. Revolver. .38 calibre. Hammerless, so it wouldn't catch in clothing. Overall length of six and one-half inches, including the five-inch barrel. With standard loading, it had a muzzle velocity of eight hundred and sixty feet per second, and muzzle energy of two hundred sixty foot-pounds. To keep the weight down, the cylinder held only five cartridges. But only one cartridge was necessary. From Stephanie's point of view the other four rounds were simply extras.
As she loaded the cartridge chamber, she found herself anticipating the sweet taste of revenge. With an expert snap of her wrist, she nipped the cartridge chamber back into place. Considering the events o the past few weeks, she had more than one good reason to pay Pasha back. Yes ... perhaps she would use all five cartridges. After all, he deserved all the "extras" he could get!
She opened her purse, placed the weapon inside; then with shaking hands, she took out a large gold key. She glanced up at the mansion. Even in this drenching downpour she could see a rosy, reddish glow emanating from the upstairs window of Pasha's bedroom suite.
She opened the car door and stepped out into the driveway, completely indifferent to the rainstorm. Rivulets of water streamed down her face, merging into her tears. She glanced down at the key in her hand. The three-inch key was sculptured in the shape of a cock and balls. Pasha proudly referred to it as his "Golden Hard-on!" Stephanie thought of it as simply one more reflection of his sick humor. But Pasha had great fun passing out this unusual key to his friends. The key was solid gold, and when he gave one to a male friend, he would tease him with, "Yours may be bigger, but mine is worth more!" He would gleefully inform the women that if they masturbated with his "Golden Hard-on," they would achieve orgasms of incredible intensity and feelings of physical pleasure that would be beyond the furthest stretch of their imagination!
This got him fucked, more times than not, because along with the key, Pasha offered satisfaction guaranteed. Many times Pasha was required to make good his "persona!" guarantee! Pasha considered himself to be the best fuck in the world. "After all," he would say, "someone has to be ... and it might as well be me. My entire adult life has been devoted to the pursuit of sexual excellence!"
Stephanie had seen Pasha holding court many times, his constant and beautiful, but expressionless, companion standing next to him. Her real name was Maria, but he called her Mother Night because she hated the daylight, and her pussy-according to Pasha-was infinitely deep and capable of fucking all the pricks in the world. He said that when you fucked her, you felt warm and secure and as sheltered as the world wrapped in a blanket of night.
Stephanie remembered vividly the first night she met Pasha. He was at the pinnacle of success in the lucrative flesh market, and was considered to be the Prince of Pornography. He set himself apart from his competitors and his business associates by seeing to it that his products and services were of the highest quality and perfection. He had center stage and was loving every moment of it. His audience was fascinated and hung on his every word.
"No, Serena, that's not the idea at all. I'm afraid-to use a phrase that's dear to us all-you're not plugged in. What you're speaking of is commonplace. What I have in mind is unique ... let me explain it in my own way."
He paused to consider the proper choice of words....
"What I have in mind is much more than a world of fucking and sucking. Oh, there'll be plenty of that to be sure. But what I'm talking about, my friends, is a Pleasure Palace, mind you! Visualize, if you will, an erotic resort on a small, enchanted island ... my island. There I will create the final Sensory Experience! It will be a projection of my own magnificent libido." He smiled, letting the effects of his words sink into the minds of his audience. They were fascinated, hanging on his every word. He circled around Mother Night, occasionally caressing her, but directing his words to his listeners. His caresses were unconscious actions, without thought or purpose.
"It will be the ultimate head trip, a multitude of sensory delights, designed for the pursuit of physical pleasure...!"
Clad in clinging silk, Mother Night responded to Pasha's caresses. Her long, lithe body undulated to the rhythm of his effortless gliding hands. Her large succulent nipples popped out, straining against the thin silk material of her gown, as his hands brushed underneath her full, round breast. The muscles of tight sensuous buttocks rippled as she slowly rotated her hips.
"Think of it as kaleidoscope of physical sensations ... with one purpose only ... total sexual fulfillment! Three dimensional erotica! Women of every shade and color! And bronzed-skinned young boys, their cocks oiled and well-hung ... and heavy with sperm!"
Pasha paused to observe the effects of his words on his audience. It was no surprise to him that they were growing hotter and hornier by the minute. The women were grabbing at their vaginas and rubbing their breasts. Some of the men had unzipped their pants, while others had their hands up under their girls' dresses, slipping their probing fingers into juicy cunts. Stephanie felt her own cunt twitching as she watched Mother Night's responses to Pasha's experienced hands. That was a long time ago. Revenge was all that mattered now!
With tears streaming down her face, she entered the side gate. The golden cock was a special pass-key which could unlock all the doors in Pasha's mansion.
In the beginning, Pasha was very selective with whom he presented his golden cock. They had to be unusually "talented" people with a "special interest," people who could make "interesting" contributions to his parties. Gradually, as more and more persons obtained the sought-after golden keys, a special and unique "Key Club" was formed. This "preferred" group would often form the nucleus, the starting point, of Pasha's parties. But that was in the beginning. II Pasha had remained selective perhaps things would have been different.
She pushed the golden cock in the front door keyhole. The locking device was electronic. There was a soft click and the door swung slowly open. Even in the semi-dark room, it didn't take Stephanie long to get her bearings. She glanced around the room. The main living room was gigantic. It was designed specifically for Pasha's fuck parties.
In fact, Pasha referred to the room, not as his living room, but as his "loving room!" It was a masterpiece of erotic design. Beds were everywhere, on every level, in every nook and cranny. Some were even suspended from the ceiling. And, of course, there were water beds everywhere. One wall was a 35mm movie screen for hard-core sex films in stereophonic sound. The balance of the walls and ceilings were covered with mirrors. Giant three-by-five playing cards were used as room dividers. Beautifully explicit fuck and suck scenes were painted on the backs of the cards.
In the semi-darkness, Stephanie stumbled over an unusual chair. It was a special masturbation chair for women, designed by Pasha. The chair was in the ape of a hand, palm up, with the middle finger extended up and crooked over. If a woman was sitting in the chair and was watching someone getting fucked, and she got horny, all she had to do was slide a bit forward until her clit pressed up against the extended middle finger. The finger was connected to an electric motor. The girl could press a button and bring herself off at about two thousand RPMs.
Stephanie adored the chair. She had used it hundreds of times. Her favorite way was to sit in the chair fully clothed, as if nothing at all was happening, and then let the vibrating finger jerk her off through her panties! With the finger chair vibrating her own cunt like crazy, she would look around to see who was getting fucked in an interesting way, or perhaps she would watch a beautiful girl getting her cunt eaten. If she didn't move, if she disciplined herself and remained completely relaxed for as long as she possibly could, she would have an incredible orgasm. Sometimes she would be able to time it and come with the girl whose juicy pussy was being sucked on. She would feel a rushing sensation, a tingling wave that would surge down through her own cunt. She would come in gushes, flooding both the finger chair and her panties!
She found herself getting turned on just thinking about it. She could feel that her panties were getting moist, and it wasn't from the rain! She was tempted to sit in the finger chair and bring herself off. She had to stop thinking that way. She wasn't here in Pasha's Pleasure Palace to get turned on. She knew very well what would happen if she gave in to her own insatiable desires. It was time for her to find Pasha ... and she knew exactly where to find him.
Pasha's master bedroom was upstairs. Shifting the gun to her right hand, she quietly and cautiously ascended the stairway. Her dress was still wet from the rain. It clung to her tight little ass, outlining her skimpy bikini panties. Stephanie had a beautiful pussy. The mat of crisp black pussy hair on her Mound of Venus was clearly defined through the wet dress and through her sheer panties. When she reached the top of the stairway, she could hear moans from down the hallway. Sexual moans! Frantic ... animal moans! Obviously, some little cunt was getting her ass fucked off and loving every minute of it. It would be interesting to see who Pasha was fucking this time. Whoever she was, she would remember this fuck for the rest of her life!
At the end of the hallway, a door was opened just a crack. Stephanie knew the sounds were coming from there. As she got closer, the sounds became words and the words became demands.
That prick feels so good! It's so hard ... and so big! Ohhhh! That's it ... just like that! Give it to me, you mother-fucker, give it to me-harder! Ohhhhhh, you cuntfucker, it's going to be so good! Ohhh Ooooooo ... Jesus Christ! FUCK ME . ... I'M GOING TO COME! Don't stop .Please ... don't stop! God damn you, you cocksucking sunuvabitch! Why did you stop?"
Stephanie peeked through the crack in the door. She could see two people fucking. Well, not quite fucking. Pasha had just pulled his big ten-inch cock out of the girl's cunt. She could see his powerful tool, rock hard and pulsating. The thick, bulbous head was flaming red and dripping with the girl's cunt juices.
"Please ... slip it back in! Just the head ... that's all, just the head of that beautiful prick of yours!"
"You love that prick, baby?"
"Oh, God, yes!" the girl panted, "I love that prick!"
"You want it? You want me to fuck that hot cunt of yours? Huh? Tell me how much you want this prick, baby!"
"My cunt is burning up ... please ... I gotta have it ... Fuck me now! Please ... I'm aching ... and hurting ... and I've got to come!"
"I'm not sure I believe you, baby ... Maybe I'll jerk off and come all over your cunt ... then, maybe I'll just leave you hang there to suffer...!"
"Oh, no, please don't do that! I need that prick! I need it now! Fuck me, you cocksucker ... please ... I'll do anything ... anything you say, but please fuck me...! Come inside me ... I want to feel your hot come inside of me!"
Stephanie knew exactly what Pasha was doing. He was holding off their orgasm, not letting either one of them come, but instead, letting the tension build. He had performed in the same way with Stephanie many times ... sometimes holding off their coming for two or three hours. Then when they did come, it would be the ultimate orgasm. They would nearly blow each other's heads off!
The girl's legs were spread open in a wide vee, pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Actually, she had no choice. Both ankles were shackled and held in a special harness suspended from the ceiling. She was practically hanging by her ankles. Her arms were stretched out behind her head, the wrists handcuffed together, then chained to the headboard. The girl was completely helpless, which was not unusual. Pasha liked his women that way.
The girl had a fantastic body-tits that weren't too big, but nice and round, firm and erect. She had long slender legs and sensuous thighs held wide open by the leather harness, exposing her pink pussy foaming with love juices, and surrounded by a thick bush of black curly cunt hair.
The girl was wild-eyed and frantic, delirious with desire. In a passionate frenzy she twisted and pulled at her harness, trying to break free from the leather restraints. More than anything, she wanted to break loose from her bondage, wrap her arms and legs around Pasha and fuck his brains out.
Stephanie knew the feeling very well. She knew what it was like to be bound and tied, to be helpless, to be at the mercy of a dominant and teasing lover, to have your tormented body begging for fulfillment. But, secretly, she knew she enjoyed it and that it would end in a pounding, throbbing, consuming release!
Pasha held off their orgasm for over an hour and Stephanie could see that his throbbing cock was ready to come. He slipped the head of his king-size cock between the girl's feverish cunt-lips. Then, slowly, without penetrating the pussy hole, he slid the head of his cock up and down, between her clit and her asshole. It drove the girl crazy. With his cock going back and forth between her clit and her asshole, the girl was frantic. She heaved and squirmed and pulled at the harness, but to no avail. She was reduced to a quivering, shaking mass of lust and desire. The girl's frenzied passion stimulated Pasha to the very edge of orgasm. He could feel the tingling deep in his balls as the head of his prick slid up and down the girl's glistening cunt!
"Oh God, Pasha ... my pussy aches for that cock! Please ... shove it in my cunt!" She strained upwards with her pussy, trying to suck in his cock!
Stephanie, a natural voyeur, was hypnotized by the. scene. Without even being aware of it, her free hand had slipped into her panties and parted the outer lips of her smoldering cunt. Slowly, she massaged her clit with her thumb and finger-fucked herself, shoving her forefinger deep into her pussy.
Pasha continued rubbing his gigantic prick up and down the imprisoned girl's cunt. He realized he wasn't far off from coming and that it was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
Suddenly, without warning, the girl lost all control. Her ass twisted around and around and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered and shook as she went into the beginning stages of a fantastic orgasm.
"I'm going ... to ... come, Pasha...! O ... ohhh....ouhhhhhh, migawd ... it's comming....I can't stop it!!! I am going to come! OHHHH ... I'M COMMING....! I'M FUCKING COMMMM ... MING!! SHOVE THAT FUCKING PRICK DEEP INTO MY CUNT, YOU MOTHER-FUCKER....!
Pasha placed the head of his throbbing cock against the girl's gaping cunt-hole. He didn't even get a chance to apply pressure. Her cunt was so hot, the minute she felt his prick slip between the lips of her cunt, her pulsating pussy sucked him deep inside. As his prick glided through her cunt-hole, she screamed with pleasure, "AAWWWWWWWWWWGH....!"
Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed his bone-hard cock deep into her throbbing pussy. The deeper his prick, the more intense her orgasm became. Pasha could feel the walls of her cunt grasping his cock with each orgasmic spasm.
"Give it all to me ... V she screamed. "I want that fucker DEEP in my cunt! Oh, Jesus ...! I'm still commmmmming, it's so goooooood!" By this time she was coming so hard, she was actually sucking him off with her cunt.
In the hallway, Stephanie's hand was a vibrating blur. She could feel her own orgasm starting to build.
"Ohhhh ... that's it! Deep ... and-hard! My God, I think I'm going to come again...! Suck on my tits, you fucker! I'm commmm ... minnng! I'VE NEVER COME LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE! Suck on my tits ... suck, suck, SUCK, because I'm still 'comm....MMMMIIING! AHHHHHHHWWWGH!"
Pasha could feel his own orgasm starting. His ass muscles tightened and quivered. His cock swelled. His thrust got longer ... slower ... and deeper. His boiling hot come churned deep in his balls, and then erupted, blasting his fiery seed down the shaft of his long cock and spurting it out deep into the girl's furnace. Instead of hammering her cunt with a piston-like fuck, he slowly shoved his cock into her cunt, inch by inch, spurting gobs of come with each spasm. The sensation was incredible! He felt like he was taking a long piss inside her cunt. He was, only he was pissing hot come! It was more than he could stand. He threw back his head and screamed, "I'm cooommm....mming ... in your CUNT! YOU FUCKING BITCH ... YEEOW...!"
Stephanie could see that they had reached the peak of their "come" together. The girl's legs shook and vibrated uncontrollably. Gobs of come juices gushed out from between his prick and her cunt. The girl cried out, "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give me that HOT COME...!"
It was too much for Stephanie. She had seen hundreds of people fucking, but this was the best fuck she had ever watched. Between her own throbbing cunt and the scene unfolding before her eyes, it was all she could do to keep from bursting into the room, diving between the girl's legs, eating her cunt, and sucking up all of her love juices, including Pasha's come. A tingling throb of pleasure pulsated deep in her pussy. As much as she despised Pasha, Stephanie could feel a powerful orgasm beginning, her spasms of ecstasy matching the driving thrust of his cock, in and out of the girl's foaming pussy. Pasha was still spurting his come into the girl's foaming pussy as Stephanie came, flooding her hand in a torrent of her own cunt juice.
With her throbbing cunt momentarily relieved, it was time to take care of business. Pasha rested on top of the girl, his cock buried up to his balls inside her cunt. But the girl wasn't satisfied. She was still hot and steamed up. She squirmed her ass around and around beneath him.
"That was a marvelous fuck!" she cooed in his ear, "My pussy needs some more fucking . ... can you come again?"
Stephanie pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
"Of course he can. He can come again, any time he wants, can't you, Pasha?"
Startled, Pasha whirled around. "Stephanie! What a pleasant surprise. Join us! Say hello to Maria. Maria, I want you to meet the most talented tongue in the world. She loves to give head, and baby, when she sucks on your pussy, you're spoiled for life."
Maria couldn't keep her ass still. She squirmed around as if Pasha were fucking her.
"I'm so hot! Let her suck on my pussy, Pasha, please! I'm burning up!"
Neither Pasha nor Maria had spotted Stephanie's gun. Her arms dangled at her side, the gun concealed within the folds of her dress.
Pasha had a hold of one of Maria's tits. He squeezed it gently, causing the nipple to pop up hard and erect.
"Come on over here and suck on these beauties, Steve-O! She's got great tits and her nipples are very, very sensitive."
Pasha had her tits squeezed together. Stephanie stared at them fascinated.
"A little while ago, I put some vaseline on my cock, and I fucked her between these big, luscious tits.
When I came, I shot my load right in her face! I had hot, sticky come all over your face, didn't I, Baby?"
"Oh, yes, Pasha! It was so good ... Please, suck on my pussy...."
"No, no, Baby! Let Stephanie suck on your cunt! I'll fuck you in the ass at the same time! We'll make it a three-way party, won't we, Stephanie?"
Stephanie raised her arm. She pointed the pistol barrel straight at Pasha. "Party's over, Pasha!"
It took Pasha only a fraction of a second to see that Stephanie wasn't joking. She was serious. Dead serious! Freeing himself from Maria's embraces, he tumbled over onto his back, then scooted up against the headboard, his semi-hard cock glistening with Maria's cunt juices.
Maria saw that she was in equal danger. Her jeopardy was her bondage. She was completely helpless; totally vulnerable, and for the first time since she was locked in the harness, she was truly frightened. Maria strained and pulled at her harness, trying to break loose.
"Who is this bitch, Pasha? What is she? Some kind of fucking nut?"
In spite of her squirming ass and her jerking thighs, the shackles held; her legs remained suspended from the ceiling and spread-eagled in a wide vee. Her pink cunt gaped wide open and dripped with Pasha's come.
"What the hell are you doing?" Pasha cried in alarm.
"As if you didn't know!" replied Stephanie. She fired five times! Bullets slammed into their target. The gun spurted fire; Pasha screamed, and Maria's hysterics all merged into a cacophony of sound and fury. Stephanie poured all of her hate and fury out through the barrel of her gun. Through the haze of gun smoke, she could see Maria's tits shaking like jelly. Hysterical and sobbing, she yanked and jerked, pulling at her harness, desperately trying to free herself from her bondage. Stephanie's eyes riveted onto the girl's squirming cunt. Something in Stephanie snapped. Consumed by an overwhelming impulse, she dropped to. her knees between the girl's wide-spread captive legs. She kissed Maria's wiggling cunt. Sloppy, wet kisses ... mouth lips to cunt lips! The fact that Maria was helpless and bound and tied and shaking with fear turned Stephanie into a lust-driven, sex-crazed animal. She slopped and slurped at Maria's cunt as if she were starving to death! At the same time, she was fingerfucking her own aching pussy!
Maria sobbed, "No ... please ... you can't do that ... please, let me go ... don't hurt me, please don't hurt me ... stop ... you must stop ... it's too terrible ... you have to stop ... Oh ... Oh ... oh, my God! Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, ohmigawd! I think I'm going to COME! IAAM! Oh shit...! "I'M COMMM ... MMING IN YOUR CUNT-SUCKING MOUTH!! YOU FUCKING BITCH....!!"
Maria lost all control and slipped into a quivering, shaking, uncontrollable orgasm, rubbing her wide open, sopping cunt all over Stephanie's face. Without any warning she came again, gushing a tremendous amount of come-juice into Stephanie's hungry mouth.
That gaping cunt staring at her like that! That was where it all began. She was hypnotised by Maria's red slit opening and closing as she struggled against her bonds. It was just like the picture at the Gallery! The Gallery! Freddy's one-man show at the Gallery.
CHAPTER THREE
She was looking at the oil painting when she saw Christy for the first time. That was where it all started. It was a painting of a great big, slippery cunt, spread open wide enough to look inside. Inside the hole was a smaller picture of a girl with her legs spread out and a man's hand stuck inside the long slit.
"Jesus, that's vulgar!" a small voice said behind her back.
"What do you expect at an exhibit of pornographic art?" Steff replied as she turned to the tiny voice. When Steff saw the face the voice came from, she couldn't help but stare. It was a beautiful child-like blond woman. The face looked sixteen but the body shouted at least twenty. It was incredible how full and round the breasts were. Stephanie knew she herself was statuesque. She knew she was designed for garter belts and black hose. The girl, though, was all round. "No fat; Just curves. Soft, round, geometric circles. Round full breasts, tiny, soft waist, just pushing out slightly from her woman's mound and then round, firm and full buttocks. All this with that round innocent face. She should be dressed in white, frothy lace, Stephanie thought as she gazed in interest at the girl's body.
"Do you think they would mind if I helped myself to some more cookies and punch?" the girl asked. "I'm starving!"
"I'm sure they won't mind. If you'll show me where the table is, I'll go with you and you can have my share," the older woman said as she took the girl's arm and walked with her.
"It's over by the statue of the guy who's strangling a woman with his cock. He's got this giant cock wrapped around her neck like a silk stocking and he's strangling her. It's ... gruesome," the young girl chatted as she walked along with the other woman.
"I'd love to meet the mode!" Stephanie laughed as she squeezed her body against the luscious prize she was determined to acquire.
Stephanie was surprised to find someone like this at one of Freddie Sherman's parties. Freddie was gay. Gay as could be. He was short and fat and always wore colorful scarves around his neck and a dainty little cap on top of his balding head. Freddy was gay, but the men he kept around him were always gorgeous studs. Freddy loved muscles, so if you wanted a lay with a really great male body, Freddy's exhibit was the sure-fire place to find one. This girl didn't look like the type to be looking for a stud; she looked like she would go for the guy next door type. Doris Day with tits.
This porno exhibit was the wildest thing Freddie had tried yet. It promised to be a real orgy, so Stephanie was eager to be there. She didn't expect the girl. It was a cock she was after that night. A nice, long, full job. Something you could suck and fuck on all night. The girl was ... different. Stephanie was fascinated by the roundness of her breasts. The girl was just wearing a very tacky long gown. It covered her from her neck to her toes, but despite its coarseness you could see the riches the gown tried to conceal.
Just as Stephanie was formulating her plans on how to sweep this fresh young thing off her feet, Freddie grabbed her by the arm and started leading her to his private room.
"This you just got to see, Steff," he said as he directed her through the sight-seers. "It is my crowning achievement."
Stephanie looked back to call the girl, but she had disappeared from view. Freddie pushed on the door with his pudgy little fingers. The room they entered was dimly lit, except for a beam of light in the center, above a small stage. The light revealed four nude bodies. The center figure was a tall, slender, but very muscular male, and he was flanked by three luscious females. The tableau started with the back of the male to the viewers. A woman was kneeling on either side of him and one woman was facing the man on her hands and knees. The platform that the performers were standing on began to rotate, slowly. Stephanie's curiosity almost made her forget the girl. When she heard the people nearest the side begin to gasp at what they were watching, she stretched her neck to get a better look at the group. She, too, was shocked at the first sight. When the man swung around so that you could see his pubic area, he displayed a prick that was at least eighteen inches long! It was the longest, skinniest cock she had ever seen in her whole life. When the tableau was directly in front of the audience, the girls on either side of the man started licking the man's cock. It didn't stand up, but Stephanie knew pricks that long don't. It was hard though. The girl that was kneeling in front of the man reached between her legs and grabbed the giant tool. She aimed it right in her asshole. The skinny shaft easily entered the orifice. The girls to the side stuck their tongues out and slid them back and forth on the cock, as the man began to shove it further and further into the hole. The entire thing was presented in a spectacular manner. Stephanie had always been a voyeur at heart and she was really digging this. She felt a hand slip under her arm and squeeze her breast.
Stephanie didn't even turn around. Watching that cock slipping in and out like that, the girls' tongues gliding along the slippery cock, the other girl's ass buckling under the strain of that gorgeous long prick, all that would normally have made her turn and grab the man's cock. Almost as she thought it, strong fingers reached down and took her hand, leading it to a bulging stick. The prick was standing up straight and hard as a rock. She could feel the veins pounding with blood.
"Don't be a pig, George," Freddie admonished. "Steff knows how to grab that thing if she wants to."
Stephanie turned and looked at George. He was quite handsome. He had shoulders like a football player and a neck like a wrestler.
Another day, another time, she would have just loved to fuck this one. She could see out of the corner of her eye that an orgy was already starting. Tits were being slipped out of blouses and brassieres. You could smell the cocks and cunts secreting their juices. All the while, the group on the stage, slowly, and with a definite rhythm, kept working on shoving that gigantic cock farther and farther into the girl's ass. Steff could swear that the guy's prick was going to come out of the girl's mouth any minute. The man behind her had unzipped his pants and Stephanie, without turning around, had obligingly slipped her hand into the opening of his jockey shorts and found the pulsating head of the man's straining joint. Never taking her eyes off the scene in front of her, she slid her fingers all around the ridges of the head. With all of this, all she could think of was the girl she had just met and her large, warm, soft, round tits! She had to have them. The man on the stage was pushing faster now. The tongues were going at a fantastic pace. The ass was now bucking and rearing as almost the entire cock slid deeply, back and forth inside the woman's asshole.
The prick behind her was now out of the jockey shorts and fucking her hand. George had parted the opening of her blouse and pushed his hand inside to feel the warm, fleshy mound. Her nipples hardened.
"I'm such a whore," she said to herself as she held the man's cock.
The "star" of the group was ready to come. The two girls at his side pulled the giant tool out of the girl's ass and jacked it off so that the man shot his load all over the girl. Stephanie figured they did it that way to show the "doubting Thomases" it was a real cock. There were so many phonies today you could never tell for sure if it wasn't just an add-on. This guy was for real though. He really had a load. It almost looked like he was peeing milk!
It was too much for George. She stepped aside just as he started coming. She had had her dresses ruined by spitting pricks. She didn't want the girl in the other room to see her that way. She would have loved to have sucked all that good stuff down. Not tonight, though. Tonight all she wanted was a cunt. She could feel her fingers running down the crack of that soft, warm ass. She didn't even look at the man whose cock she had just jerked off. She just walked out of the room. That's when it happened.
"A bomb!" someone shouted. Freddie crawled on top of the table and tried to calm the people.
"It was a prank call folks. I'm sure...."
People started running for the doors. You could hear the statues falling and breaking on the floor. Moans of trampled people filled the room as their friends ran over them to get out the doors.
Some damn "do-gooder" was mad about a public porno art exhibit. Well, a bomb threat was very effective Stephanie thought, as she watched the people destroy Freddy's work. Stephanie looked for the girl, but couldn't see her. Then she remembered the food!
She forced her Way against the crowd and sure enough, she saw her quarry . ... stuffing cookies and sandwiches in a bag. She ran for the girl, grabbed her arm, and led her to a window. She helped the young woman through the window and then followed her. Stephanie knew the building well. There was an escape door just around the corner. They crawled along the ledge a few feet. The girl froze as she saw the people below running out of the building.
"Don't look down," she shouted at the girl. "It's just a few feet to the next window. There's an escape stairway there."
The young girl pushed her head tightly against the wall and inched her way along the ledge. Steff tried the window, but it was locked. She took off a shoe and smashed it against the glass. The pane broke.
"I knew high heels were good for something besides making legs look sexy," she said as she hurried the girl through the opening. The two women ran down the stairs and out of the building.
Even with the bomb threat, the older woman was entranced "by the bouncing boobs of her young companion. She could visualize the pink nipples getting hard in her mouth as she sucked them.
"Are you all right?" Stephanie asked through gasps of air.
"Fine. I didn't realize what poor condition I'm in. Do you think there really was a bomb?"
"Probably not. We can watch from that restaurant across the street. That is, if you're still hungry." She took the girl's arm and led her, across the busy street
"What's your name?" the older woman asked as they entered the restaurant.
"Christy ... Yours?"
"Stephanie. Steff for short."
A couple of hamburgers and a mass of french fries disappeared from the girl's plate so fast, it looked like she hadn't eaten for weeks! Steff watched quietly as the food was consumed. The hungry girl's breasts rested on top of the table. The outline of her nipples were clearly visible under the flimsy gown she wore.
"If I had my way," the horny woman thought, "I would garnish those tits with parsley, and perhaps a dab of perfume, and that would be my meal for tonight!"
"Aren't you hungry?" Christy asked, between bites of french fries.
"No. I'm enjoying myself watching you eat. When was your last meal?"
Stephanie smiled as she watched the girl's titties bounce as Christy shook more ketchup out of the bottle.
"Those cookies you saw me eating were my first real food in days. I've been staying with some of those love children....You know, the freaky ones with long hair. They all wear gowns like this one. They love a lot, but they're not much on food. Are you a lesbian?"
Stephanie smiled at the candor of her young companion.
"Of course. I've been drooling at the thought of getting you in bed since the minute I saw you." The older woman could feel herself grow tense as she waited to see the girl's reaction.
Christy didn't know what was expected of her. She had never had an affair with a woman before. There wasn't much choice. She had nowhere to go. It was more than that, though. There was something about this strikingly beautiful woman that appealed to her very much. Christy wanted to touch her. She wanted Stephanie to run her exquisite hands over her body. She could see how much the other woman wanted her.
"I hope you have lots of food at your place. I'm much hornier on a full stomach."
The trip to Stephanie's apartment was very quick. Christy was glad that Stephanie lived in the expensive part of town. She was so tired of poor people.
Stephanie ushered the girl into her richly furnished apartment. Christy was obviously taken in by what she saw. Expensive oil paintings hung on the walls while the furniture was all done in leather. Mirrors were all over the place.
"I love it! I love it!" the girl shouted.
Stephanie reached out and grabbed the wrist of the exuberant girl and spun her into her arms.
"In a little while I'll show you the whole place, but for now...." She gently kissed the girl's mouth. For a moment they just stood like that. Then, as Stephanie ground her mound into Christy's cunt, Christy's mouth opened to allow Stephanie's probing tongue to touch her own. The older woman's hand slipped under the girl's blouse and cupped her bare breast. Her fingers sought the nipple, which was already beginning to harden and lengthen.
Christy reached behind the taller woman's ass and stroked the soft, firm cheeks. Then she pulled Stephanie's ass tight against her stomach, trying to feel her cunt with her own.
Stephanie pulled her head away from the girl and then pushed her to the bedroom. Before Christy quite knew what was happening, her long gown was flying in the air and she was lying on her back, spread-eagled with Stephanie's head buried in her crotch. All she could see was a mass of brunette hair jumping around between her legs. But what she felt! She could feel the lips of her pussy being gently pulled apart and something warm and moist darting into her cunt. This was the first time she had ever been eaten by a woman and the sensation was really exciting. She almost wished now that she had let Edith....
Stephanie's tongue was massaging the head of her clitoris. Now she knew what it meant when she read about it getting hard.
"Oh, God, that feels good!" Christy moaned.
Two hands came up from the bobbing head and took hold of each tit. The hands cupped the tits, then rotated them easily. Then, the fingers, sought out the nipples and just lightly rubbed the tips. Christy watched as her nipples turned to a richer, deeper color of pink. They were so hard now, she wished they could be sucked. Almost in answer to her thought, the mass of brunette hair turned up to her and slid up her belly. Stephanie's wet, dripping mouth sought out a nipple and started teasing it with her tongue. Her right hand dropped down to Christy's gooey slit and slipped two fingers inside.
Stephanie's tongue circled the nipple, then she started sucking on it. She'd suck and then probe the nipple with her tongue. Then she'd go from tit to tit and all the time pumping the girl's pussy with her hand. Stephanie stopped sucking long enough to ask, "Are you enjoying it?"
In response, Christy squeezed the hand inside her cunt a little harder.
"Want to try me for a while?"
In response, the young girl reached up and took the woman's face in her hands and kissed her once more, fully on the mouth.
Stephanie stood up and started taking off her own clothes.
"Don't let yourself get cold while I'm getting ready. I know how the air rushes in when the fingers are pulled out."
Christy laughed at the way Steff expressed herself. To please the pretty lady, she started stroking her own cunt. She played with the lips while she watched the woman remove her clothes. The young girl was amazed at Stephanie's figure. She was the most striking woman she had ever seen. Her tits were almost as big as Christy's, but the nipples were higher and her breasts seemed firmer. She could feel her cunt juices pouring out as she watched the woman continue to undress. Stephanie wore no panties under pantyhose and the cunt hairs looked funny all squashed flat against her skin. When the pantyhose came off, though, she was surprised at how the black cunt actually looked pretty to her.
"You must really be enjoying the view," Stephanie said as she observed Christy's wildly pumping hand.
Without realizing it, the girl had stuck three fingers up her cunt and was jerking off like crazy. Stephanie reached over and pulled the girl's hand out of the hole.
"I don't want you coming that fast." She turned the girl around so that she was facing her. Christy was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Stephanie straddled her so that both of her legs were alongside the girl with Stephanie in the kneeling position, her high pointed tits right in front of Christy's mouth.
"I've never done this before. Do you believe that?" Christy asked.
"Just pretend I'm mommy and you're my baby."
Christy felt something moist drip onto her lap and she realized just how hot the woman was.
"Oh, mommy," she cried as she sought the nipple in front of her. She didn't toy with it as the Other woman had done, but just sucked as if she were trying to milk her dry. She couldn't get over how the nipple actually tasted sweet! While she sucked on the one, her hand sought out the other and explored all the wonder of another female body. The more she touched and sucked, the more she wished she had not stopped. ... But Edith was not like Stephanie!
Stephanie was enjoying the moment also. While one of her probing hands played with the other girl's tit, the other hand went straight to her own oozing cunt to try and appease the fire that was raging there.
Christy began to wonder that if the tits are this much fun, what about the other end? She cautiously reached down for her mate's mound. When the two hands met, Stephanie relinquished her hold and let the other girl's fingers do the work. The sliminess at first was repugnant to Christy, but only for a moment, as Stephanie began riding the curious fingers. Then Christy was entranced as the cunt actually seemed to grip her fingers and control how deep or shallow she went with them. Then it really became strong and Stephanie's whole ass began shaking.
"Whoa! Easy girl!" Stephanie reached down and held the girl's hand for a second. "You're going too strong. I don't want to come yet."
"I didn't realize it was me...."
"Don't worry. It happens that way the first time. Just relax and let me lead."
Stephanie reassured the girl as she pushed her back down on the bed. She kissed the girl's mouth, then her throat. Her tongue glided down Christy's chest till it hit one nipple. She circled the nipple. Then, as her tongue glided across to the other nipple, her hand sought out the hot cunt of her companion. Two fingers slipped in easily, so she added a third and then just managed to shove in a fourth! The fingers made Christy's ass go wild. She was bucking like a wild bronc, trying to get that hand in as far as it would go. Stephanie expertly adjusted her position so that her head was now just above that jumping cunt. In the meantime, she put her own pussy right over the young girl's head. For an instant she wondered if the girl would do it, but the familiar wet, warm probe made her smile as she parted the girl's bush with her hand. The pink, glistening lips seemed to smile back as she pushed her tongue between them. If only cunts N could talk, she thought to herself. "I bet they would scream their stories." Stephanie moved her cunt-soaked hands around to the girl's ass. Christy's muscles tightened as the fingers pushed into her ass, but she couldn't stop fucking that tongue. Her cunt consumed her. Every time she pulled back from the tongue in her cunt, the finger in her ass went in deeper. The deeper the finger, the harder she pushed on the tongue. The harder she pushed the tongue, the wilder the fire from the tip of her slit to the center of her asshole! The wilder the fire, the harder Stephanie's cunt came down on her face. She drove her tongue deeper and deeper with each thrust. She felt the roots of her throat being tortured, but the pain was so good! The fire in her cunt was just too much to take any longer. She knew she was coming to the edge. She was amazed that she wasn't choking Stephanie to death as tight as she was squeezing her legs! That finger had to be all the way into her ass by now, and it felt fantastic! Both girls' asses were swinging like jackhammers now. Christy had to stop licking to moan as she started coming.
"Oh, God. OOOOhhhh, God Dammmmmmmmmiiiittt, OO shhhhhiiittttt. I'm cooooommmmmminnng."
Stephanie grabbed her own pussy and started rubbing it as she made Christy go over the edge. When she heard the moans of joy, she shoved her finger all the way up the asshole, right to the edge of her knuckle.
"Ohhhhh, cooommm, you bitch! Cooomm ooooonnn, baby, get it all out. Cooome li-like yooouuuuve never come before. Aaaahhhhhh!"
Finally, the bodies stopped thrashing. Both women lay there panting for breath. Stephanie was the first to move. She crawled around to face Christy. Both women just looked at each other, exhausted. Then Christy caressed Stephanie's face. Stephanie pulled the girl close to her and cuddled her nude body next to her own.
"I never knew it could be like this," confessed the young girl. "Can I stay with you for awhile?"
Stephanie kissed her gently on the lips. "For a long while, I hope. Tell me about yourself. Who are you? Where are you from and what the hell are love children?"
Christy cuddled closer. "It's not really interesting. I was born in a little town, grew up, went to school to become a teacher, and then found out it was all wrong."
"What do you mean, 'all wrong'?" asked Steff.
"I guess loving kids just isn't enough. I just didn't have what it took to go the way of the system. I'm not really ready to talk about it yet. So, who is this lady that is leading me down this wicked path?" Christy kissed her lover on the cheek.
"Ever hear of Stephanie Harder?" Stephanie asked.
"Should I?"
"It's a syndicated column read my millions."
"You mean that advise to the love-lorn column?"
Stephanie modestly nodded her head. Christy burst out laughing.
"What's so funny, young lady?"
"My mother has written to you. She's written a couple of times about me. You've got to admit that's funny when you think of where we are right now."
"That is funny."
"Where can I clean up a little? This bed is going to be a mess the way I'm dripping."
"Right through that door. You will find all the things your little pussy desires. You'll find a douche in there that is a dual-action job, if you know what I mean."
Christy headed toward the door. "I know what you mean!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Christy walked into the lavish bathroom, richly colored in different shades of purple. The center of attraction was the toilet, which had been made to look like a miniature throne. The purple colored marble was decorated with gold leafing and right in the middle of the seat at the front of the bowl an erect gold penis jutted upward. As she lowered herself on the penis, she thought to herself, "At least it's not one of those ten-inch jobs. I've got a feeling that with Stephanie, the bigger, the better."
Her sopping cunt easily slipped over the erect cock. She pushed the button on the side, just as her lover had instructed, and the cool douche flooded her aching pussy. She giggled as the water dripped down into the toilet
"So this is how the other half lives," she thought to herself. "I wonder what she would think if she knew why I gave up teaching?" It was all still so fresh in her mind. Six months ago. Just six months ago! She could still see Mrs. Harding standing at the door of her office.
"Miss Sparks," she started, "as principal of this school I feel it is my duty to point out to you that the children here are very young and at a very impressionable age. While the boys here are quite young, they cannot help but notice your ... Well ... a looser blouse and a sturdier form of material in your brassieres might make them concentrate on their athletic endeavors a little more and on your ... a little less."
Christy was shocked. She never thought of her gym outfit as being brief, but as she was made aware of it, she could feel the cheeks of her ass below the bottom of her gym shorts. She couldn't see anything wrong with wearing a tight tee shirt. It gave her more freedom of movement. She couldn't help it if her breasts were so large. Everyone wears the natural look now!
"I'm sorry, Miss Harding. I just wasn't aware I was causing such a distraction. I'll wear something more conservative tomorrow." Christy turned and walked away from the woman.
"Oh, Miss Sparks," the older woman called, "Miss Messina will not be in today, so you will be taking care of the sixth graders yourself."
"No problem," the young girl replied as she hurried to the gymnasium. Inside, the girl kept mulling over what her superior had said to her. So they were concentrating on her tits. She had noticed some of the boys watching her out of the corners of their eyes. She remembered one of the bigger boys . ... what was his name ... how could she forget. She smiled as she remembered his name, Peter!
He was trying to cover his hard-on when he saw her look at him. She didn't realize eleven-year-old boys even got erections. She thought at the time that it would be an easy name to remember. Hard-on equals Peter. The thought of the little boy with the hard cock made her own cunt twitch a little as she entered the gymnasium. The thought of playing with little boy's peters had always intrigued her. She always had the urge to lass the marble cherubs she saw at the museums. Kiss them right on their cute little cocks.
It was a sunny day, so the children were outside during the gym hour. Christy remembered it was a hot afternoon and the last class of the day. She was in sort of a reverie. Nothing important was happening and her mind was occupied with how to fight off her date's probing hands when she got into his car.
"Oh, well," she thought, "I don't mind him playing with my tits if he'd only keep that big ugly thing in his pants. Every young girl has to go through the tit-squeezing bit"
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the children. The sound came from the boy's baseball game and the young teacher ran to the diamond.
"It's Peter," one of the little boys shouted at her. "He's been hit right in the ba . ... stomach."
Christy pushed her way through the children that were crowding around the injured boy. She recognized it as the boy with the problem hard-on. Peter had been struck in the groin by a hard-hit ball.
The teacher loosened the boy's belt and opened the top of his pants. The boy was unconscious. Christy couldn't help but remember how quick her decision was. She told two of the bigger boys to grab his legs as she grabbed him under the arms and carried him into the gym office. When the boy was comfortable on the couch, she ushered the two boys out the door. Once alone, she made sure the boy was still unconscious. Then, she carefully felt for his penis. She could clearly feel its outline through his pants. She had to play with it! She went outside, gathered the children together and assembled them into a group.
She recalled clearly how calm and assuring she must have seemed to the children. When she dismissed them, they all went running wildly to their lockers without a thought of their injured comrade. Christy was dazed. She was in a trance; this person who was talking to the children so calmly outwardly was quivering inside. She felt her nipples harden under her bra as she thought of the boy on the cot. She kept seeing him trying to cover his beautiful hard-on. How funny she thought to herself. She never thought of a cock as anything but ugly before. Now, as she rushed back to the office, she could see herself unzipping his pants and pulling open the fly to his underwear. She wondered if little boys wore jockey shorts.
Christy checked the hallway to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed, but she had little to worry about. The school day was over and everyone was rushing to leave the building. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside. The boy was awake, but lying still on the cot. Christy walked over to his side and smiled down at him. The girl touched the boy's cheek.
"How are you feeling, Peter?"
"I'm okay, but I hurt ... down there." The boy struggled to get up, but the teacher restrained him.
"Hey, you were hurt pretty bad. I'm going to have to check to see just how bad. You just he back and relax. Now don't be embarrassed by what I'm doing," she told the boy as she pulled his pants down below his knees. Christy could feel the juices of her cunt run down her leg as she saw the outline of the boy's prick under his jockey shorts. He wasn't hurt very bad ... she could tell because his cock was already stiffening. It was so cute, she had to fight back the impulse to reach for it. The boy self-consciously put his hand over his jutting little joint.
"Don't be embarrassed, Peter. Teachers are used to this sort of thing. It's all right if it gets big because I can examine it better. This is very serious, so you must cooperate."
The boy looked up at the pretty face of the teacher, "But I'm embar . ... I feel funny."
Christy looked into the child's confused eyes. Then, she reached out and closed them with her hand.
"You keep your eyes closed. Closed tight and you won't be bothered by all this," With one swift movement, she pulled the jockey shorts down to the boy's knees.
She checked to see if the boy's eyes were still closed. She almost laughed. He had pulled his eye lids so close together, his whole face was kind of all squished together! Then she saw it. His little cock looked brand new. She said to herself, I'll bet he's never even jacked off." The cute penis was so stiff it was bouncing. It was just beautiful! She had to fight back the impulse to grab the darling cock. She touched the boy just below the belly button. He winced.
"Did that hurt?"
"No."
She moved her hand to just above his left testicle.
"How about here?"
"No."
Carefully, with just two fingers, she touched the boy's erect cock and pulled it to the side. The boy squirmed and closed his eyelids even tighter. The girl touched the boy with the other hand just behind his cock on his belly.
Ts that sore?"
The girl now encircled the entire erect shaft with vher hand.
The problem may be right here." Slowly she skinned back the head of the boy's foreskin. The shaft glistened with the slimy secretion oozing out of the head.
"It does feel funny there," the boy cautiously ventured.
"How does it feel when I do this?" the girl asked as she stroked the swollen cock a few times. "I don't know."
"Sometimes it takes a while to tell." There was no denying the boy was playing a game, as she continued stroking the ever-hardening cock. Christy's free hand slipped inside her shorts and her prying fingers bore through the cunt hairs straight to the slit. She was amazed at all the cunt juice. Her fingers dug themselves into her burning pussy. The boy was now arching his back to get fuller strokes out of the marvelous hands of his teacher. Christy watched the prick slipping up and down in her clenched fist. If she could only suck it!
"How does it feel now, Peter?"
"It feel so good. Sooo good."
"Maybe we better stop then if you're feeling all right?" she teased the boy.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" The boy reached out to touch the woman.
"Keep your eyes closed, Peter," Christy ordered as she spread the boy's legs apart wider and reached for the tight little testicles.
"Keep your eyes closed, and I'll make you happier than you have ever been before. All right?" The boy spread his legs wider still in response to the woman's question.
Christy began jerking madly on her own cunt as she continued to stroke Peter's balls. As she felt herself approaching a climax, she quickened her stroke on the boy's prick.
"Are you happy, Peter?"
"Yeees. Yes. OOOH, YESS," he moaned.
"Does it feel good?" the teacher asked as she felt herself starting to come.
As Christy shot her orgasm, the boy's peter started spurting his come all over her. She kept jerking on the organ, trying to keep the flow going as long as she could. The boy finally went limp as the last drop of sperm shot out of his cock.
"How do you feel?" the pleased young woman asked.
"I'm sure he feels just fine!"
Christy remembered that moment so well. There was Miss Harding standing at the door. Peter, when he heard the strange voice, opened his eyes. He looked at Miss Harding and then at his teacher, who was still holding his little peter.
"I think you should let go of that." Miss Harding said with contempt. "Dress the boy and I'll take him home," commanded the infuriated principal.
Christy replaced the shrinking penis and pulled the boy's shorts and pants up. Peter was confused over what was going on. One thing for sure, he could see Miss Sparks was not happy and Miss Harding was angry Of course, Miss Harding was always angry.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christy didn't wait to find out what Peter's parents were going to do. She caught the next train to San Francisco. When her money ran out, the love children showed up, almost on cue. She was sitting in a small park, wondering how the hell she was going to get a meal. She hadn't eaten for a day now and the second day didn't look any more promising. She couldn't write home. She could just see her stepfather's cock poised in the air, running after her. She wasn't going through that again for anything. She would never forget that look on her mother's face.
"Hello, do you mind if we sit down with you?"
Christy looked up to see a young man and girl about her age, standing in front of her. They were wearing the long gowns and their hair had flowers in it . ... right out of a cheap movie. The man had a beard but it was barely started. They both had a nice soft look about them.
"It's free and you're welcome," she said as she slid over on the park bench.
"I hope you don't mind," the girl started. "You look kind of lost."
"We thought we might help, you look like you could use some friends," the boy added quickly.
The youth was shy. Christy liked that. She could see the girl was sweet too. Before she really knew what was happening, she was in an old, deserted building. It was a huge place that had once obviously been owned by someone very wealthy. The original owners had not been around for a long time. Broken windows with matching doors were everywhere. Somehow in the midst of this, a colony of kids had cleaned a section out and lived there quietly, bothering no one. A little society unto their own!
She found out shortly why they were called "love children". After Gary and Edith (the two that brought her to the colony) had given her some food, they showed her the rest of the building and some of the other inhabitants. Edith was introducing her to a few of her friends when it happened. As Christy turned to say hello to one of the girls, she spotted another group of people sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. The sitting group was having a very animated conversation. It wasn't "what" they were talking about that shook Christy. It was the man in the center of the group. He was talking like crazy, with his arms swinging in the air, and he was obviously the leader of the conversation. Through all of his animated speech, his enormous cock was being sucked on by a redheaded girl! No one paid any attention to them. The man occasionally shifted the girl's head when it got in the way of the conversation, or he would lean back from time to time if it was starting to go limp, so the girl could jack it off for awhile. The thing that amazed Christy was that the people witnessing the sex act were absolutely indifferent to it.
Her host saw the girl's incredulity. Edith led the startled girl into an empty corner and explained, "Here you can do anything you want to as long as you don't hurt or offend anyone."
"A girl can get raped that way!"
"Not here," Edith continued, "For example, Gary wanted you very much when he first saw you. He could tell, though, that you're not ready for our kind of life yet."
"Is that why you brought me here?"
"We brought you here because we thought you were lonely and hungry," the girl assured her. "Gary or anyone else here would never touch you unless you wanted them to. Believe me?"
Christy nodded her head. She looked back at the group, where another girl had joined the first one, sliding their tongues along the man's enormous prick. No one in the room was paying any attention to them but her.
That night, as Christy lay on a small mat alongside Gary and Edith, the thought of the women sucking on that huge cock tormented her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see it . ... red, thick and swollen, like some giant reptile. She remembered the first time she saw one of the damn things. She did think it was a snake! A snake? When was that, she wondered? Funny how that thought should cross her mind. Try as she may, she couldn't get it out of her thoughts. He was so smug! Who? Who was so smug? She remembered how it hurt. Christy touched the edges of her slit, recalling that penetration. No! No! No!
She had to think of something else. Her mind played with the words, but she always came back to that cock. That prick! That penis! That peter. Peter? Her hand had not moved from her vagina. Now, as she thought of the boy, she began stroking the outer lips of her cunt.
"Peter's peter was so pretty." That was better than, "Peter Piper picking a pickled prick." As her finger penetrated the opening of her orifice, she thought, "If only I had sucked on it while I had the chance. I wouldn't have been in any more trouble than I was." The boy's pretty cock made her stick another finger in her hole, which was now quite damp. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wider as she got carried away with the thought of playing with the boy again. She would love to have shoved it right inside her slit She could imagine the little boy cautiously playing with her tits at first, then kissing them and then sucking them.
"Oh, God," she thought, "wouldn't it be fantastic to be milked by Peter as she was jacking him off I" Jeeesuuus, her cunt was on fire!
"Gary's really great at that, Christy."
Christy opened her eyes to see through the dimly lit room, Gary and Edith watching her. She could see them right through her uplifted knees and they were both nude. They were lying there, head to toe with Gary's hands between Edith's legs and Gary's cock being massaged by Edith. Edith spread her legs so that Christy could see that two of Gary's fingers were deep inside her snatch.
"His fingers are really great. Hell be glad to help you," Edith added, "if you want."
Christy's hand remained still for just a minute. She knew she should turn over and just ignore them. Once you start with these things, there is no stopping. Just as she was about resolved to ignore the whole thing, Edith let go of Gary's peter. Christy couldn't help staring at it. It was like a little boy's. It looked just like Peter's peter! She was transfixed. Her hand went deeper into her hole as she felt herself drawn to the man's beautiful peter.
Edith and Gary smiled warmly as the girl dragged herself over to their mat. Christy had worn a flannel long gown to bed, but when Gary tugged at the gown, she didn't hesitate for a moment to pull it over her head. She wanted him to see her beautiful body. She wanted him to touch her breasts. She wanted him to make her nipples hard. Most of all, though, she wanted to play with his cute little peter!
When she was kneeling alongside of Gary, Edith offered her toy to Christy. She touched it carefully. Then she skinned back the head so she could see it shiny and red, and almost bursting its walls. She had wanted to suck Peter's so bad. The girl bent over and touched the prick head with her tongue. Bending over like that exposed the pink, swollen lips of her slit to Gary, so with his free hand, he played with the girl's pussy. He felt the stiff blond hairs and the smooth ridges of her cunt lips. Then, his moistened hands caressed the crack of her ass. Gary's expert hands sent Christy wild as she shoved all of his cock into her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down the stiff shaft as she enjoyed the probing fingers. His fingers in her slit were sheer ecstasy! Then he started feeling her breasts. His hands in her cunt; his hands on her tits. She felt both tits being squeezed, then the fingertips circling her nipples. That penetrating, marvelous stroking of her cunt walls. The probing of her cervix. Her tits! How many hands did he have? How many hands?
Christy opened her eyes and let the delicious peter slip out of her mouth. It was Edith's hands that were playing with her tits! Christy sat up, almost making Gary lose his hold. She pulled Edith's hands away.
Edith looked at her blankly, "I thought you were enjoying it?"
"I thought it was Gary," the angry girl retorted.
"But you were enjoying it."
"I've got the answer, girls," Gary offered. "Edith, just come over here and sit on my face, then I can play with her boobs. You like it that way, don't you?"
Edith reluctantly scooted over to Gary's head and lowered her cunt slowly onto his face. The man's expert tongue licked the dripping edges of Edith's cunt as the girl adjusted her weight so the man could stick his tongue into her hole. Christy could see Gary's cock rocking from getting stiffer as he touched her tits. She knew from the first moment he had wanted to touch her breasts. She let him explore the large, firm mounds as she once again reached for his peter and began stroking it. She thought it was hard before, but playing with her breasts made it even harder.
Edith was beginning to moan from the tongue job. She wondered, as she stuck the stiff shaft into her mouth, how anyone could enjoy licking a woman's smelly cunt. Of course, she could understand wanting to play with the tits. As long as it wasn't a dyke sucking on her tits!
"Those fingers are fantastic," Christy thought. She ground down on the man's hand as she felt him shoving his cock farther and farther into her mouth. His ass was really buckling now. She knew he was getting close. Her own heat was getting stronger and stronger.
Christy turned to watch Edith and Gary. Edith's head was bobbing up and down, making her long red hair seem to have a life of its own. She could see Gary's tongue sticking out and Edith sliding her slit back and forth over it. His tongue would go from the tip of her slit all the way to the center of her asshole and then back again. Then, the girl just lowered her ass on his face until the tongue was completely gone from view. Christy felt Gary's legs start to stiffen just as Edith started moaning and grinding her cunt down on his face as hard as she could. Then she felt Gary's cock explode in her mouth. The hot sperm came out in gushes as his body seemed to go into convulsions. Christy didn't know whether to hold the stuff in her mouth or spit it out, but Gary kept shooting so much sperm she had no choice. One gulp and it was all gone. It wasn't fair. It was too fast and her cunt was still burning!
The stiff penis soon started to diminish in size. Reluctantly she let it slip out of her mouth. Edith slid off Gary's face and lay down beside him as she fought to t catch her breath. Gary's hand was still deeply embedded in Christy's cunt, but she was obviously cooling off.
"Here, turn this way," Gary commanded Christy. He pulled her across his body until her big breasts were right in front of his face. He buried his head in the soft flesh. His tongue sought out the pink nipples which hardened under his probing tongue. Christy saw the limp peter start to twitch and she watched with amazement as it started getting hard again. Her greedy hand reached for the swelling organ. She started jacking it off immediately as she sought her own slit with the other hand. Edith watched lazily as Christy beat her boyfriend's meat. The girl's hand pumped vigorously on her own cunt. A pool of love juice was streaming out of the torrid hole. Gary figured it was time to fuck the hole, so he straightened the girl's body out and started to get on top of her. He grabbed his cock with his hand and held it against the lips of the girl's vagina. Christy panicked. The idea of a cock going in there was too much for her. Though her cunt was crying to be fucked, her mind would not yield. She grabbed the boy's wrist to keep him from pushing his cock in. With the other hand, she made a fist and thrust it between her belly and the man's stomach so he could not penetrate.
"Goddamn you. I'm gonna fuck that cunt and you can't stop me," he shouted at the girl.
"Don't! Please don't, Gary. It will hurt too much," she pleaded.
Edith reached over and pulled the girl's arm away from her body. Gary pulled the other hand away and his cock pushed through the opening of her burning pussy. The girl tightened up, but her hole was so well lubricated, the boy's cock slipped all the way to his balls with no trouble. Christy's resistance only made Gary push the harder and he banged her with all his strength. When the girl saw there wasn't going to be any pain, she laughed out loud with joy.
"Oh, God, that feels gooood. Push it Gary, ohh, shove it, baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuucccckkkk MEEEEEE." The girl's cunt rode up and down on the boy's cock as fast as her ass could pump. The first wave of her coming almost caught her off guard, it was so fast
"OOHHH shiiit. I'mmm cooommiiing. OH shit, Oh shit. OOOOHHHH shhiiit, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH that feels so gooooodddl Pump, Gary, keep puuuumnrnmpiinnng."
"I thought you'd dig it baby. I thought you would realfflyyy DIIIIIIIG it. GOD DAMN GOD, DAAMMMN. Me tooooooo!"
The two grabbed each other as tight as they could as both shot off their loads. Edith watched as they climaxed, grinning like a Cheshire cat Finally the two bodies relaxed. Gary rolled over and looked at the girl's fantastic body. He reached over and kissed both nipples. The girl smiled at his little tribute to her beauty.
"I'm sorry I acted up. It always hurt before," Christy apologized.
"You are just great, baby. You are going to love it here." Gary assured her. Edith smiled in agreement Christy remembered relaxing on the mat and thinking that it would be nice to get fucked in the cunt without it always being painful. It would have been, if it hadn't been for.....
"Hey, what are you doing in there?"
Christy flushed the toilet, grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped her body off. She walked back into the room where Stephanie was still lying on the bed waiting for her. "Miss me?"
Stephanie rolled over to reveal a vibrator deep inside her slit.
"I've been keeping myself busy while you were in there. Ever try one of these?" The stunning brunette pulled out the vibrator and held it up for the younger girl's inspection. Christy was shocked. It was at least a foot long and was buried in the woman's cunt almost to the hilt.
"Didn't that hurt?"
"It takes a little practice, but I'm sure you can take it without too much trouble," Steff said as she patted the bed next to her.
"Come on. Lie down here."
"Are you going to try to put that thing in me?"
"You'll love it"
"Why does everyone keep trying to convince me I have to like a gigantic cock? Is there something wrong if Yd just as soon skip that monster?"
"Are you really serious," asked the surprised woman. "I love a big cock almost as much as a juicy cunt."
"I guess we're going to have our first fight then, 'cause I don't!" the angry girl retorted. Christy gathered her clothes together, to the astonishment of Steff. The brunette stared at her youthful lover for a moment All she had really wanted was a quick fuck. The plump, juicy breasts. The full ass. It was going to be one of those wild, wonderful orgies, but suddenly, the tits and ass and cunt were tied together with emotions. The girl had feelings. Feelings and pridel Stephanie liked that. She cared for the girl. She really caredl
"Christy, don't be silly. I won't make you do anything you don't want to," the woman cooed to the girl. "I will respect your wishes. Please come back and join me."
"You say that now, but...." Christy didn't finish the sentence because she could see in the other woman's eyes that she meant what she said.
"I don't mind if you like big cocks...."
Stephanie reached out and pulled the girl to her breast. She held her there and comforted her like a mother holding a baby. Christy nudged the warm nipple near her mouth and then suckled the woman like a baby nursing on its mother. As Steff held her like that for a while, the sensation was pleasing at first, then exciting. It seemed to turn her on more than anything she could remember. She whispered in the girl's ear, "Put the dildo in now, baby. Now."
Christy reached for the instrument and flicked the switch. The monstrous cock head began spinning at an incredible speed. She aimed the gigantic prick between the lips of her mate's slit. The tool hesitated at the opening of the slippery orifice for an instant, then plunged into the willing hole. Steff went crazy with pleasure. She buried the girl's head in her tits, then rode up and down on the vibrating stick that kept jabbing her right to the cervix. She slid her ass back and forth almost letting the jutting joint slip out of her cunt and ramming it back in as hard as she could. Christy, in the meantime, was going from sugar tit to sugar tit. She would lick the nipples till they became hard, then gently bite them with her lips first, then her teeth. Then she would take little bites, gradually increasing the pressure until the woman would moan for her to take it easy. Steff's hand sought out the girl's cunt now. She felt the lips with her fingers, squeezing them and then poking her two fingers around the lips for an instant, then back into the hole. This time a little farther than the time before. All the time, never missing a stroke as she continued to fuck the huge dildo.
Christy kept spreading her legs as the skilled hands of her lover kept probing into her slit. Steff was prying with three fingers now and Christy was helping as much as she could. The older woman realized now that Christy's fear of the big prick was psychological. Her three fingers were as thick as any man's cock and there was room for more if she really wanted to pursue it. If ever a cunt was asking for more, it was this young chick's cunt. Steff removed her index finger from Christy's vagina and sought out the tight asshole once more. The girl must have liked it the last time, because the sphincter muscles relaxed the moment her fingers touched the crack of her ass. The slippery finger easily entered the opening. With a finger in her ass and two in her cunt, the girl was consumed with passion. She writhed in-the bed like some crazy discotheque dancer in a glass cage. Steff stopped riding the big cock for a moment just to watch the spectacle as the girl sucked on her breast and fucked her hand like a wild bitch in heat!
Steff smiled as she felt the girl's legs get a vise-like grip on her arm and wrist. She wouldn't let go of the sugar tit to even moan as she came and came and came. The girl's body finally went limp as she completed her orgasm.
Exhausted, the young girl finally released the nipple she had been sucking on. She just lay there with a smile from ear to ear, her eyes closed in a state of euphoria.
"Hey," Stephanie shouted, "What about me?" Though Christy was still holding onto the vibrator, she had completely forgotten about it, so great was her excitement.
Christy pulled out the foot-long tool and commanded her friend to roll over. Stephanie giggled like a little girl as she exposed her rear to Christy. The young girl slid the dildo down the crack of her lover's sleek ass. She rubbed the opening with the head of the vibrating cock, teasing her friend. She shoved the tool into the tiny orifice, but it couldn't penetrate the tight opening. The girl stuck her finger in Steff's oozing pussy and then extracted the lubricated finger and pushed it into the woman's asshole. The finger penetrated the hole with no trouble.
That feels so good," sighed the woman, "but you're never going to get that phony cock in there."
"You'd like it if I could, though, wouldn't you?" the girl replied. "You'd just love it. So, your trusting lover will do her best."
Christy had her finger buried to the knuckle now.
She pulled the finger out and once again tried the formidable tool. Steff raised her ass higher to accommodate the girl. Then she reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass wider. The tool hesitated for a moment; then she slowly felt the head of the cock penetrate the opening, which was now well lubricated.
"God, that hurt," moaned the kneeling woman. Christy's body was draped over Steff's back. She rested one arm on the woman as she pushed with all her strength on the dildo.
"God damn it, that really hurts," Steff cried.
"You want me to stop?"
I'll kill you if you do. It hurts so damn goood," Steff yelled as she shoved her ass against the vibrator as hard as she could. Christy's eyes bulged as she saw the cock head disappear into the woman's lovely ass. Another inch quickly disappeared. Then another! It was amazing. Steff was actually starting to suck that gigantic cock! In an instant half of the twelve inches were gone.
"Shove that thing in, you lousy cunt! Ram it home before I go crazy. FUCK that ASS, oh FUUUCK it. My cunt. My cunt. Oh, fuck my cunt!" Steff screamed to the incredulous girl.
Christy shoved her fingers into the slit just as Steff let her load go.
"Oh, baby, OHH, baabyyy. I'm coming. I'm coming so fucking biiigg, OOHH, oohh, ooohhh. Yeaaawwwwee. You son-of-a-bitch, am I ever coming!"
Christy watched the whole spectacle with awe. She had never seen anyone quite like Stephanie before. Living with her was going to be fun!
CHAPTER SIX
"If only I didn't have the Pygmalion complex," Stephanie thought as she pulled the gun back and then pushed it into her cunt as far as it could go. Pasha's blood had seeped down the sheets to the edge of the bed. Maria was now frothing at the mouth from the screaming. Someone would be coming soon from all the noise. She had to get Christy over her fear of big cocks. It wasn't normal for a girl not to enjoy a super job once in a while. That's why she'd pushed for the orgy.
It was difficult to get Christy to go to one of Pasha's orgies, but when she was told Freddie Sherman was putting on an exhibit there, she gave in. After all, Freddie did sort of bring them together. Stephanie was so excited about going, Christy could hardly refuse her. The tall brunette was in a tether, trying to figure out what to wear. Freddie being there would make it sort of a special affair and everyone would be trying to out-do each other. She knew that long black hose were a definite thing for her. Her long legs were her strong point and she knew they turned men on. She had but to wear hose and anyone she decided to ball wanted to lick her just above the hose line. Their tongues would always run up her satiny smooth skin until they struck pay dirt, the hairy little hole that always drove them crazy. It was whether or not to wear panties that was causing the problem. Lacy black panties were always effective, but she also just liked having her pussy bare. She enjoyed how sensitive everything felt as it brushed against her unprotected cunt lips. She finally compromised on a pair of French bikinis that were slit at the bottom. With her breasts there was no need to wear a brassiere anyway, so that decision was easy. The dress was just a long gown that was split at the side to expose her leg and open in the front so that her cleavage was nicely revealed. The nicest thing about the gown was that only one string held it together. A simple tug and it would fall to the ground.
Christy could not get enthused. She knew what was going to happen, so she wasn't about to get anyone turned on. She wore a regular knee-length skirt and a turtle neck sweater. The only concession she made to Steff was to wear a transparent bra under her white sweater. If she got cold, Steff knew her nipples would show through the sweater and maybe a little of the pinkness would help. The contrast between the girls was quite striking. Christy stuck her hand inside Steff's gown and stroked her breast.
"You look so good, I think I'll keep you home for myself," she cooed to her lover. Steff was too smart to be taken in by the young nymph. She led her out the door and tucked her in the car and then they were off to Pasha's.
Freddie Sherman always had a definite effect on everyone around him. He was always erotic, but so were lots of other people. He always had a group of fantastic studs around him, but that was his style! He could take a cock or cunt and dress it up as something really spectacular. Because of this, he always drew out the most interesting people. When swingers had tried every way there was to get excited, including fucking every man and woman they had known or run into by accident, and just couldn't bother with it all any more, a Freddie Sherman party would bring them out again.
Steff knew this party would be no exception the minute she and Christy entered the door. A gigantic prick, six feet tall, wearing a bowler hat on top of its head and a white bow tie just at the edge of where the foreskin met the cock head, greeted them at the door. The prick bent at the middle, welcoming them, and then bounced along the floor, leading the girls into the huge living room. Christy couldn't help bursting out laughing at the sight. Steff felt that Freddie's comic touch had broken the ice, and everything was going to be just fine.
The other guests were dressed for the occasion. See-through dresses seemed to be the most prevalent costume. A few of the women had on blouses that were cut so that their bare breasts were exposed. The men, at least those that were particularly well equipped, not to be outdone, were wearing tight fit ting knit pants that revealed the outline of their cocks. Two or three men dressed as butlers were serving hors d'oeuvres. Christy wasted no time getting to one of the trays. It didn't dawn on her until she actually reached into the tray how low the men were carrying them. There was a long, thick sausage in the center of the tray and tiny crackers covered with crab meat, topped with a dash of mayonnaise, flanking the sausage. Parsley ends were inter-woven between the sausage and the crackers to make a very artistic pattern. It was so attractively arranged she felt guilty about disturbing it. She smiled at the butler then looked back at the tray just in time to see the sausage jump a little. Christy's eyes popped open when she realized she was looking at a fourteen-inch cock lying on the tray. She had excited the man, obviously, because the giant cock started standing up, spoiling the design. Everyone that was in on the joke started laughing. Christy was mortified. She ran back to Steff, who had enjoyed the whole scene. The man walked over to her still holding the tray in front of his crotch.
"You can eat all you want as long as you don't use a knife and fork," he told the embarrassed girl.
"Later, sweetie," Stephanie answered. "I'm sure I can eat all you've got and come back for seconds.
The man with the upright prick looked at the luscious brunette, reached over with one hand, as he balanced his tray with other, and squeezed the girl's tit. Steff smiled invitingly. He assured her that after he got rid of his tray, he would be back.
A fat little man dressed as a chef was working on the buffet table. The girls walked over and saw it was Freddie under the tall white hat. He was placing a delicious red apple in the middle of a fresh fruit salad. There was a triangle of bright red cherries enclosed by another triangle of strawberries which was enclosed by a triangle of apricots. It took the girls a few minutes to realize all that fruit was resting on a triangle formed by a woman's pubic mound.
Freddie was working on a table which had dishes outlining a live woman's body. Freddie had painted her body with all the colors of the spectrum, then placed the dishes in positions to throw different geometric designs suggested by the different parts of the woman's body. The cunt was a triangle (depending on where you were standing, of course). The breasts were round mounds, so gelatin bowls had been placed around the nipples. Bananas had been placed along the inside of the woman's thighs to accent their length. A cucumber symbolically protruded from her mouth. Bunches of purple grapes filled the gap between the girl's shoulders and her neck. Large rolls of salami had been hollowed out and the girl's arms inserted in them. Cooked crabs and lobsters were set between the girl's slightly separated legs. Her feet were inserted into melons. Next to the melons were a stack of numbers.
After greeting the girls, Freddie pointed to the numbers and told them to grab one. There would be a drawing later. The winning ticket got first choice on what part of the girl she wanted to eat. The two girls giggled as they grabbed ,their tickets and headed into the crowd. Steff nudged Christy when she spotted the westerners. A couple had obviously come in to do some bull riding. They were wearing western chaps and leather vests. That's all they were wearing, though. The guy's cock swung freely back and forth as he strode around the room. Steff got turned on by watching the girl's tits playing peek-a-boo through the vest. As the girl moved around, the vest would swing open, giving a view of her rosy pink nipples, then it would swing back out concealing them. She was a true redhead and her cunt hair was particularly inviting. The pretty ass had not gone unnoticed by Christy.
Steff turned to her friend and asked, "Why don't you get that while I keep the boyfriend busy?"
"As long as we stay together. I know what's going to happen the minute you leave me," Christy responded.
As the girls turned to move into action, they saw they were too late. The man with the chaps was talking to a couple sitting on some pillows. The girl on the pillow reached up and started stroking the man's prick. The girl with the chaps joined her boyfriend and stuck her cunt right in front of the seated man's face. The man obliged her, and, putting his arms around her plump ass, he pulled her crotch into his face and buried his head in her mound. His partner had already started sucking on the man's cock. It was the cue to start the orgy. Clothes started flying all over the place, as one couple after another started grabbing tits and cocks.
"Don't you think your friend here is just a bit overdressed, Stephanie?"
Steff recognized the rich oily voice of Pasha before she turned around and saw him. Steff introduced Pasha to Christy. Christy was not impressed with the swarthy man, but Pasha was drooling.
"How come you're not joining in the festivities," Pasha pursued, as he ran his hands along Christy's arms.
"It's her first time," explained Steff. "Give her a few minutes to relax."
Pasha flashed his most dazzling smile at the girls. He then slid Steff's gown off her shoulders. The dress slipped to the ground. Pasha admired the fantastic figure. He bent over and kissed both nipples lightly, as he stroked her black bush.
"I'll be back later to see what your friend looks like under all that clothing." Once again he threw that smile and then disappeared into the group.
"No one will pay any attention if you get undressed. Every stud in the place will be after you if you stay like that. You'll be a challenge to see who can fuck you first," Steff warned the girl.
Christy started to protest, but the man who was serving the hors d'ouerves when they entered was behind Steff. He dropped to his knees and started licking her above the hose. Steff spread her legs a little farther, so he would have more area to play with. Christy could see the man's tongue working its way up to her lover's slit. She looked at Steff and knew she was on her own. When Stephanie's eyes glazed over like that she was just one big open cunt and all she could think about was the fire in her hole.
Christy looked around the room. Freddie was still working on the table as if nothing was happening. The couple with the chaps were keeping busy. They had formed a sort of box on the floor with their four bodies. The guy with the chaps was being sucked off by the girl without the chaps, while he licked his partner's slit. She, in the meantime, was jacking off the other girl's boyfriend, as he was finger-fucking his girl. Another couple was playing doggie. The girl was sucking-off one man's cock as another man was pumping his rigid prick into her ass. They had the rhythm down just right. The guy in the rear shoved her so that she would swallow the other guy's cock. The man being blown would shove back, impaling the woman's ass even deeper onto the cock.
In another group, a big black stud was sprawled out on a couch. Two women were running their tongues up and down the immense throbbing joint as the man balanced a woman on his shoulders. His head was busy moving up and down between the woman's legs. The girl being eaten was going wild. Her toes were curled up and she was pumping on the man's head as hard as she could. Just behind them, one girl, with the most enormous tits Christy had ever seen, was fucking four guys all by herself! One little man (he couldn't have been more than five feet tall) was ramming his cock into the girl's cunt. One of the men, who had been pretending to be a waiter when they first came in, was bent over her head. His prick was hanging straight down, being sucked on by the woman, as she was jacking off two guys that were sucking on her tits. Christy looked back at her friend, who was now starting to lick the man's cock who had been tonguing her.
It should have all turned her on, but the fear of being torn open by some weirdo kept her cunt as dry as a bone. She decided Freddie was the only safe person to be around. She walked towards him, but she never made it.
As Christy passed one of the doors, a pair of hands reached out and pulled her into the room. She struggled against the arms that were holding her.
"Easy, baby. I'm not going to hurt you," a deep resonant voice whispered. "All I want to do is love you a little." Jack Denton was a tall man and he easily held the small girl. He was used to always having things his way. He wanted the girl the minute he saw her walk into the room. He liked them young; young and round; and this girl qualified strongly on both counts. When you're pushing fifty, the young ones remind you of your youth and keep you thinking young.
Thinking young took more than turtleneck sweaters and levi clothes. It took associating with the young; working with them; playing with them; but most of all, enjoying them sexually. Just wrestling with her like this was already swelling his cock. He spun the young thing around so that he was between her and the door and turned her loose. Jack just stood there looking at her as her breasts rose up and down. The struggle had made her breathless. She grabbed gulps of air that made her chest contract and expand. She almost burst the bra she was wearing.
"Do you want to take all those clothes off, or shall I?" he asked in his most dignified manner. "You did come here for a sexual adventure, I presume."
Christy just glared at the man, trying to figure out the next move.
The next move was evident, as the man kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. Christy just knew he would be hung like that. His prick must have been two inches thick. She couldn't even guess how long it was, but she knew he would give "Big Cock" a run for his money.
"I think you will find that I am well enough endowed to take care of whatever needs you might have," he bragged, as he stroked his swelling organ.
"This is all a mistake," Christy lamely tried to explain. "You see, I really came here with this friend."
The man's prick was now throbbing and sticking straight out. She knew he wasn't going to listen to reason, so she dashed for the door. Jack laughed as he grabbed the girl and easily picked her up and dragged her to the bed. Jack Denton thought this was really a great act Pasha had arranged for him. She almost convinced him it was for real. He pulled the sweater off the protesting girl.
"Damn you. Stop it! I don't want to play the game," Christy shouted, as she felt her bra snap loose. The damn guy was so big her efforts to free herself were futile. She pushed against his head as he tried to get at her sugar tits. He just pushed against her hand until his mouth had encircled the pink tip of her soft round breast. He sucked deeply on it as his other hand felt the silky softness of the other boob. Christy pounded on his back, but it was useless. His hand left her breast and started pulling down her skirt.
Through his laughter, Jack kept assuring the girl she was going to enjoy this if she would only relax.
"Once I get this piece of meat in you, baby, whatever is ailing you will come to an end. At least I assure you it will come!"
The panties followed the skirt to the floor and his big paw was rubbing her cunt hair. The more she struggled, the easier it seemed his hand could get a better grip on her cunt. She tried kicking out once, and it was the wrong thing to do because it opened her hole just wide enough to get a finger in. It only took an instant, but he shoved his finger right down to her cervix. All the time, he was mouthing her nipples. He would suck on them and then roll that tongue around, getting them to stand up harder and harder. She couldn't understand how she could be so frightened of that ugly cock and have her nipples responding as if she were a bitch in heat. She saw his thick, swollen dick staring at her. Its head was all slimy and dripping. It was old and wrinkled. The veins were huge and pulsating. The sight of it made her ill.
She screamed at him, "LET ME ALONE, YOU OLD ... UGLY....I DON'T WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME!"
Ugly! This cunt called him old and ugly. Jack Denton was furious. Nobody, nobody talked to him that way and lived. He had had men killed for less. Much less. So this little piece of ass wanted to play. The hell with it. He had tried to be nice. He knew what that cock of his could do to a cunt that wasn't properly prepared.
"Listen, you little bitch, I was going to be nice to you. I was really going to put you on Cloud Nine. Now I'm going to just fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you never been fucked before."
The man spread the girl's legs open and positioned his cock at the opening of her slit. He held his cock steady with one hand, as he tried to push his cock head through the opening. He held the girl steady with his free hand.
"You're hurting me. Please stop it. You're going to rip me wide open. Oh, God, stop. Please stop. YOU'RE HURTING ME. YOU SON OF A BITCH." Christy shouted as she felt her skin splitting under the tremendous pressure asserted by the man's merciless cock. The more the girl screamed, the harder he pushed. He knew he was tearing her up and he loved it.
"This will teach you a little respect, you lousy cunt. Let's see how many of your young boyfriends you'll be able to fuck after this." He pushed harder as the girl screamed.
"Help me! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! Stephanie. STEPHANIE!"
Stephanie was draped over the couch. Her butt was sticking in the air as the man with the chaps rode her like a bucking bronc. Just so he wouldn't be thrown if this bronc got too wild, he had stuck his cock up Stephanie's ass as far as it would go. To make sure she wouldn't lose her balance since her torso hung so far over the couch, she hung onto the man that had been pretending to be a butler. She had her arms around his waist and his cock in her throat. Pasha sat underneath her, with Mother Earth riding on his cock as he sucked on Stephanie's hanging tits.
Steff was just about to come when she heard Christy's screams. She tried to push herself away from the man's cock she was sucking, but he thought she was just asking for more so he shoved his cock in even farther. The girl bit down on the cock and the man yelled, as he whipped his joint out of her mouth. She put her arms against the edge of the couch and shoved hard against the man with the chaps. For a second it felt so good she almost decided to stay, but Christy's moans made her knock the man off. He lost his balance as his cock shot its load. It squirted all over the room as the man tumbled over backwards from the fall. Her nipples were bleeding from where Pasha had been holding onto them with his teeth.
Stephanie ran to the room. She could see Christy being fucked by this big guy, but it was when she saw the blood all over the bed that she realized what was happening. She tired to pull the man off her mate, but he was just too big.
"Get off her, you son-of-a-bitch or I'll kill you!" she shouted at the man.
"Wait your turn, cunt. I'll take care of you when I finish this one," he shouted back at her, as he continued ripping up the helpless girl. Stephanie looked around the room until she saw what she was looking for. Jack never knew what hit him.
He heard the splattering of glass as he plunged into darkness. Stephanie threw aside the remainder of the vase she had just broken over the man s head. She grabbed him by the blood-splattered head and dragged him off Christy. The furious woman let him fall to the floor as she helped her young friend to her feet. Steff dressed the dazed girl, then got her own things, as the stupefied crowd stood there gawking at this incredible woman.
Pasha had some men help Jack Denton. As the girls were about to leave his house, Pasha stopped them at the door.
"You should never have brought her here, Steff," he said. "Please don't hold me responsible for what happens. You hurt the wrong man."
Very quietly, and with sincerity, Steff replied, "Anything happens to this girl and I will blow your brains out, and I'm the one that can do it!" She hurried the girl out of the house and into their car.
Pasha watched the car disappear into the night. A chill went up his spine. Mother Earth came to her man's side and touched his shoulder. Nothing had to be said between them. He had to face Jack Denton, and he had to do it now. The orgy was over, or was it just beginning? They walked back into the house as their frightened guests rushed by them.
Jack Denton was touching the bump on his head when Pasha and Mother Earth entered the room. The girl with the gigantic breasts was dabbing something on his open wound. Every time she twisted one of the soft globes would bang into his face.
"Are you all right?" asked the worried host.
The big man smiled. He stroked his limp penis.
"She didn't damage anything important. Just made a dull evening interesting." Jack kissed the boob of the girl that was helping him, then he patted her on the ass as he pushed her toward the open door.
"You go with her, Mother. I want to talk to Pasha alone."
The two women rushed obediently out of the room. When the girls had closed the door behind them, Jack turned to Pasha and simply said, "I want her!"
"I knew you would," Pasha replied as he poured himself a brandy. "It will not be easy. Stephanie is a writer and the fourth estate does not like to be intimidated."
"You owe me, Pasha. I would hate to think of what might happen to you if certain mutual friends were to get some information concerning money matters. If they were to start checking their math closely, you would have some serious problems. I don't want you to have any problems, my dear old friend," Jack told the other man as he slipped his pants on. He left his prick protruding for a second.
"I want her to beg me to put this in her cunt. Beg me. Nothing less will satisfy me!" He tucked the huge organ in his pants and zipped up his fly.
Pasha held his drink up to the man and toasted him with, "Thy will be done ... and Stephanie?"
"Taking the girl away from her will be sweet enough revenge for me." Jack tossed the glass over his shoulder and left the room. "I'll give you three months!" Then he was gone. Pasha looked around the empty room and said to no one in particular, "Young lady, I hope you have a weakness somewhere."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The wailing of sirens made Stephanie aware of the passage of time. She was still stroking her slit with the barrel of the gun, but she wasn't getting close. She wanted to climax before the police came running up the stairs. The stupid cunt of Maria's suspended in the air was still thrashing around. The news photographers are going to have a blast filming this little scene.
If Pasha had only left them alone. She looked at the bleeding corpse. "I told you I'd kill you. Why didn't you leave us alone?"
On the days Stephanie was tied up at the newspaper office, Christy would go to the little park that was just a couple of blocks from their home. It was a typical California park. A splash of grass, a few trees arranged in a vain attempt to show the general public there was still some area left that land developers couldn't steal. This particular park had a section for children, influenced by the T.V. show Dennis the Menace. A cut-out of Dennis overlooked the dragon that kids could climb, and the giant toadstools were for sliding down; and of course, then there were the ever-popular swings.
Coming to the park had almost become a ritual for Christy. The kids all looked forward to seeing her because she would create games for them and then participate in the games as if she were a child herself. Christy would always go early so that there would only be little children to play with. She wanted to avoid the twelve-and thirteen-year-old boys. Not that she thought she would succumb again, but she just felt it better not to tempt fate.
Christy had been playing a guessing game with the children. The kids had to pretend they were some sort of animal and the other children had to guess what animal they were impersonating. At first, Christy didn't pay any attention to the man that was sitting on the bench. She had the feeling she knew him, but from where? It was right in the middle of her turn when she realized who it was. She was pretending to be a giraffe. Her neck was stretched out and she was walking in slow motion, taking long strides and exaggerated arm and leg movements. None of the children could guess, but they kept laughing at how funny she looked. She froze in mid-motion as she realized it was Pasha!
The man beckoned for her to join him. Christy didn't know whether she wanted to or not. Actually, he hadn't done anything wrong. You couldn't hold him responsible for all his guests.
"A giraffe," Pasha shouted.
The children all looked at the man. He flashed that charming smile at them. They checked with Christy to see if the man was right The girl smiled; told them the man was right and that was the end of the game for today. The children groaned as a group, as the pretty lady walked over to the man. Then they scurried to play with the equipment around them.
"You have a way with children," Pasha commented, as the girl sat down beside him.
"It seems strange to see you here," Christy countered. "You don't seem like the park type."
"You're right my dear. All this fresh air is making me a little dizzy. I would feel much more at home with a delicate wine and you draped over a satin couch. That's where you belong, Christy," the swarthy man said in his most seductive manner. "A body like that was created for a different type of playground than we have here."
"That's the most direct proposition I've ever had, Pasha. I would think after the experience at your last party, you would have lost all interest in me."
"Quite the contrary, my dear," Pasha continued as he ran his fingers along the girl's arm. "Many of the men have shown an interest in you and after all, that is my function in life. Bringing men and women together in a happy sexual union."
Christy looked at the man for an instant. Then in her very frank way stated, "You're a pimp!"
Pasha didn't move. He was used to this kind of reaction. "That is a very crude way of stating my occupation." He looked at the girl's soft breasts. "Those are the keys to many treasures for a lovely girl like yourself. Have you ever wanted to have breakfast in New York, lunch in Madrid and supper in Paris? You could have that land of life if you want."
"You hit me where it counts, food!" the girl chided. "I have to go. Steff will be coming home soon, and I have to prepare the meal." As the girl rose to leave, she added, "I think Stephanie would be very angry if I told her about our conversation."
Pasha grabbed the girl's arm before she could leave. "What happens when she tires of you? Do you really think it will last forever? She loves cock. Have you ever watched the way she sucks on a man's joint? She's a man-eater, a real man-eater. The right prick comes her way and you'll be out on your ass!"
"Let go of my arm," Christy warned. "What happened to all that smooth, sophisticated talk? Crawl back to the gutter you came from mister, and leave us alone!"
"Whether you want to or not you're going to be one of my whores! Before I'm done with you, you'll suck any cock I tell you to. We'll stretch that cunt of yours wide enough to fuck a horse."
As Christy turned and walked away from the fuming man, he warned, "Don't mention this conversation to Steff, unless ... unless, you want her to know about your experience with that little boy. You know, the one that made you give up teaching!"
The girl kept on walking, not daring to look back at the awful little man. How could he have found out? Damn! Damn! Damn! What would Steff say if she found out? The troubled girl ran from the park, tears running down her cheeks.
What a body, Pasha thought as he watched the girl running home. She really did turn him on. He had a hard-on! He looked at his tightly drawn pants. He'd have to fuck her a couple of times himself just to get her ready for Jack. That, he was really going to like. It was funny. It was the first time in many years he had got an erection just from sitting next to a girl. Yes, he would enjoy fucking this one very much.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sirens were close now. Soon they would be just outside the door. Steff moved the barrel of the gun around inside her cunt. If she could just hit the right spot, she could have the "ultimate" climax. She had to do it before the police came crashing through the door.
"Oh, Christy, why didn't I realize you were trying to tell me you needed help. Why was I so blind?"
Christy had thought that perhaps Pasha was only playing some sick sort of game. When the post cards came, she knew he was sincere. She opened the mail box and there they were. She picked up the three cards and was trying to figure out who would be sending her mail. No one knew she was living with Stephanie. When she saw the pictures, she knew who they were from without looking at the signature. They were pictures of three restaurants. One was in New York, one in Madrid, and the last was a Parisian restaurant right at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Pasha was going to be difficult.
She hadn't gone to the park since that day. She spent her afternoons reading in the apartment. When the doorbell rang, she was half-way through the novel she had been reading. It hadn't been very interesting, so she was quite relieved to have an excuse to put the book down. She tied the belt around the robe she was wearing, straightened out the folds (because she wasn't wearing anything under the robe), then cautiously opened the door.
She looked over the security chain and was shocked to see an empty doorway. A small voice from below said, "Ma'am, I'm collecting for the newspaper."
Christy looked down at the young boy. It wasn't the regular paper boy. He was a little younger than the regular boy. He looked like he was about nine years old.
"Where's Johnny?" the woman asked the little boy.
"I just took over his route. He moved to the other side of town," the boy replied. "My name is Ralph."
Christy undid the chain, opened the door and let the boy in.
"Well, Ralphie, I hope you have lots of success on your paper route. How much do I owe you?"
The boy opened a little book, flipped through the pages until he found the right address.
Christy thought, "He's so cute, I could just eat him up." For a moment a picture of Peter flitted through her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought, "Two dollars and eighty cents is what you owe me, ma'am," the boy said in his most grown-up manner.
"You just sit right there and I'll get it for you, Ralphie." Christy was aware she was walking in a seductive way. When she was in the bedroom searching for the money, she was conscious of the fact that she was getting turned on by the little boy. "You are a sickie," she thought. "He can't be over nine years old." Without even realizing it, she found herself in front of the mirror, checking the cleavage. She saw in the mirror her nipples were stiff and sticking right through the robe. Quickly, she got the money and marched into the living room.
Ralphie was still sitting where she had left him on the couch. He smiled as she sat down beside him and counted the money into his hand. Christy was aware that the boy was not looking at the money, but at the opening of her robe. She covered the opening and handed him the money. The boy stood up and tucked the money in his back pocket without even counting it. Even though Christy had covered her breasts, the boy never stopped looking at them. When he stood up to put the money in his pocket, Christy saw he had a hard-on!
"You have the prettiest boobies I've ever seen," the little boy said, as he continued staring at her breasts.
"And you are the boldest little boy I've ever seen. Just how old are you?" the woman inquired.
"Fifteen," the child responded. "I know I look younger. Everybody thinks I'm a baby, but I'm not. I can prove it to you if you want me to. You won't though. I know everyone thinks I'm too little."
Christy was shocked! The words came pouring out of this boy's mouth almost as if they were rehearsed. Could he really be fifteen? He looked so young. He was absolutely adorable. His jet black hair hung in ringlets all around his innocent-looking face. It was such a striking face. What was it? The eyes! They were blue. Big blue eyes with jet black hair. It was so striking!
"How come you're not saying anything, lady?" the boy asked with those beautiful blue eyes staring at her. "Are you mad at me?" A tear started to appear at the corner of his eye.
"No. I'm not mad. Just taken a little by surprise." She closed the opening on her robe up to her neck as she asked, "Do you always go around asking women to look at their boobs?"
The boy sighed, turned around, and started walking to the door. "I understand," he said as he crossed the room. "I guess I'm never going to be a man."
"Don't be upset, Ralphie. Please come back and we can talk about this." Christy sat back on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come on. You sit down right here and we'll talk about your problem."
The boy turned around, his hands in his pocket, trying to conceal an erection. Christy smiled to encourage him. She could imagine his cute little cock all white and shiny and probably glistening with dew at the thought of just seeing her tits. She could feel her own moisture, wetting the robe where it touched her slit. "God, I haven't been this horny since...."
The boy sat down next to her.
"Now can I see...." Ralphie started as he sat down next to Christy.
Christy interrupted him, "Just a doggone minute, young man. You're just too eager for your own good. You have to learn to act like a gentleman when you're talking to a lady," she admonished.
The boy smiled as he noticed she had stopped holding her robe. It had fallen open enough so he could see the crease of her full, round white tits.
"You are so very pretty. Can I see them now? I've never seen a girl's titties before. I just want to see them," he said innocently.
Christy had never run into a situation like this before. His boldness made her absolutely speechless. She felt rather numb from it all. Her tits were absolutely on fire from his gaze. She knew he could see the outline of the nipples, because they were standing up damn stiff. Her legs were actually quivering her cunt was so hot!
She knew she should stop him, as he reached over and took hold of the lapels of her robe, but her arms were like lead. She kept saying "This isn't really happening. I'm having a sex dream and after I have an orgasm, I'll wake up and HI be all alone." She knew she was awake, though, because she could hear the boy talking to her.
The bold child had opened her robe so that her big breasts were completely exposed. He just gazed at the sight for a minute.
"They are so pretty," he said with awe. "I always wanted to see what a woman looked like there." His hands reached out and touched the warm, soft mounds. He ran his inquisitive fingers all around the moon-shaped tits, then he touched the hard pointed nipples.
"You shouldn't be doing this," the woman said weakly. "You're being a very naughty little boy." She knew he could tell she didn't mean what she was saying. If ever she had been a bitch in heat, it was now. All she could think of was, if he sucked them now, she'd come before he could whip his cute little cock out!
"Did you ever see a boy's thing?" he asked naively. Christy felt like she was still in a trance. She shook her head back and forth. It wasn't like her to lie, but surely this wasn't really her acting this way. The boy pulled his hands away from her breasts and stood up. He started to unzip his pants.
"No. You mustn't," she protested weakly.
"It's only fair. You showed me your boobies," he answered logically as he finished unzipping his pants. In a second, his fresh, white dick was out of his shorts. He held his hand on his hips as he displayed it to the amazed girl.
"It's not very big, but it sure is stiff. My brother's is twice as long, but he's older. Do you like it?" the boy asked as he stood on the couch so that Christy could get a better look. The girl was transfixed! She knew she was a mess. Her cunt was running with juices so much she knew she was going to ruin the couch. She wanted to touch her snatch soooo bad.
"You can touch it if you want. No other girl has ever touched it before. Don't be shy. I understand."
"It looks just like a runny nose," Christy thought as she watched the cock ooze with juices. "Like a long drippy bit of snot."
She knew she was reaching out to touch the boy's prick. She knew it would only be trouble. How could Steff possibly understand anything as perverted as a child molester. She knew all these things but trying to stop this moment was like trying to stop the sun from rising. Her thumb and index finger touched it! Her robe had now opened all the way to her crotch but it didn't matter any more. She grasped the warm, stiff white beautiful young prick in her hand. Carefully, she wrapped all her fingers around the engorged organ.
Slowly, she pulled the skin back, exposing the shiny, glistening cock head. It was so pretty, she thought. No wrinkles yet. Like an unwrapped Christmas present.
The boy stroked the girl's glowing blond hair. He ran his inquiring fingers all over her face. He touched the cupid bow-shaped lips. When the girl started to stroke the boy's cock, he moaned, "That feels so good. You can kiss me if you want to."
"I WANT TO!" she whispered hoarsely. She said it more to herself than to the boy. The boy was surprised when she kissed his peter. He had meant his lips. It was such a strange feeling to feel her tongue moving around his prick and to feel the suction from her lips. He was ecstatic. He never knew it would be like this. Wait until he told his brother!
The girl pulled the peter out of her mouth. She looked up at the little boy and smiled. She looked strange with her mouth all glistening like that. He was glad she was still holding onto his cock. It felt so good, she deserved a kiss. He bent over and kissed the pretty mouth. Once again, he was surprised when the lady's tongue darted into his mouth. She searched his mouth with her slippery tongue. He could feel her licking his teeth, and his gums, and playing with his own tongue. He opened his eyes and glanced down. The lady's eyes were tightly closed. While she was playing with his dick she was playing with herself with her other hand. He wondered what her peter looked like. He pulled his head away and pushed the girl back on the couch. Her robe fell open and she made no effort to cover herself. The boy looked at her muff for a minute, not knowing what to make of it. Christy laughed when he asked her what had happened to her peter.
"You can't be for real. This really is a dream." It was obvious the child really had never seen a cunt before.
"Well, when I was very young ... younger than you ... I had an accident and it was cut off. It left a deep hole where my peter used to be."
The boy investigated immediately. His hand rubbed itself all over the vaginal lips.
"It feels like you peed your pants. No, it feels different than that. It's kind of slippery but ... nice. His fingers probed the opening of her orifice, then the tiny finger darted into the hole. He must have done something wrong because all of a sudden, the lady's legs tightened around his hand.
"Put another finger in," she commanded. She sounded funny. Her voice Quivered. The boy obeyed her instantly.
"More. More finger, Ralphie. Put your whole hand in," she moaned. It seemed the hole became alive to the little boy as it grabbed his fingers and sucked them into its opening. Ralphie thought he was hurting her because she kept moaning, but he couldn't get his hand out. She kept pulling on his dick so nice he didn't want to get her mad.
When Ralphie stuck his finger in Christy's slit, the girl just went wild. She had never been this hot in her whole life. His tiny finger made her sensitive cunt-lips vibrate as no one else, not even Steff, had ever come close to doing. She couldn't hold back. Wave after wave of excitement racked her body as he shoved his whole hand up her cunt. She jerked madly on his cock, wanting him to come with her, but not wanting this orgy of lust to end. She knew she could keep on coming for hours, but she didn't know how long this inexperienced shaft could continue to resurrect itself once it had shot its precious load. Her body as last was satisfied. The burning in her hole had been appeased. Now her mind could enjoy itself on this marvelous young boy.
"You are such a pretty boy. I have never seen such blue eyes before," she told the child as she stroked his face with her free hand.
"Do you like me playing with your little cockie?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically.
"I thought you said my titties were pretty? Would you like to kiss them?" She reluctantly let go of his throbbing prick so the boy could bend over to get at her breasts.
The boy dug right in. He burrowed into the sugar tits and sucked the pink hard nipples. Christy loved it. She imagined it was her baby and she was nursing it. She wondered what it would be like to have milk pouring out of these mammary glands of hers. As big as they were, she was sure she could suckle quadruplets with no assistance. The boy was too cute. She bent over enough to slip his shoes off and then slid his pants off his legs. The hungry child never stopped sucking on her tits all the time.
"Easy, Ralphie, you're sucking too hard. Just lick them with your little tongue for a while," she coached the child. "See, you just play with them. That's it, both of them, baby. Ooohh that feels so good."
She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off as the boy's tongue wandered all over her fleshy mounds. He found it was best when he played with his tongue on one boob and then squeezed the other with his hand. The boy was completely nude now. She loved the smoothness of his young body. None of the ugly muscles like ... she didn't want to think. All she wanted to do was feel. She wanted to feel that virgin prick in her slit. She wanted to have him rub it right on the lips, then press it inside her hole. Oh, yes. That was what She wanted.
The greedy boy wouldn't let go of the huge globes he was playing with. Christy manipulated his body so that he was finally lying on top of her. His gooey cock slid on her belly when she managed to get him in the right position. The pressure of the boy's cock squeezed between his belly, and the lady he was lying on top of must have felt great because he started humping his little ass and trying to drive his cock into something.
His height is just perfect, Christy thought, as-she could feel his little cock nearing her cunt. He'll be able to keep right on sucking on these while he's in my cunt. She reached down and took hold of his dick. She whispered in his ear, "You have such a nice cock. Do you like me playing with it like this?"
The boy removed his head away from the succulent boobs to tell her the way he felt.
"I've never felt anything so good in my whole life. Even when I jacked off like the pictures in the magazines, it was never this good. Are you going to suck it again?" His little ass never stopped moving. He kept ramming his cock into her hand harder and harder with each stroke.
"In just a little while, but first I'm going to have you do something different." She started sliding the head of his young prick over her swollen vaginal lips. The sensation of his cock rubbing there brought all the heat that had subsided right back into the love hole. Then she stared pushing the head through the lips into the waiting orifice.
"OOOOH," moaned the child. "That feels sooo good. That feels sooo great. I'm fucking you now, aren't I?" The boy pushed his prick in with all his might as the girl released her hand.
"Yes. Yes," gasped the girl. "You are really fucking me. Fucking me just like a grown-up man. Let it all go, sweetie. Sweet Ralphie, push it all into that cunt. You are soooo beautiful. FUCK ME. FUCK ME, SWEET RALPHIE!"
"OHHH. It's coming. I can feel it coming," Ralphie yelled as he pushed his cock right up to the hilt into the woman's split. He could feel something hitting the head of his peter as he rammed it in the woman. Christy wrapped her legs around the small body and pulled him tight with her legs. She could feel his cock right in her cervix. She felt the small body stiffen, then the boy's head dug into her breast and sucked hard on her nipple as his body started convulsing.
Christy's legs pulled the small frame as tight as she could into her body, getting every centimeter of cock pushed into her wanton box. When she felt the first spurt of his sperm-laden cock she groaned, "Give it to me. Give it to me! I want all you can give me. Come you little fucker. Pour it all into me. Drain your little cock in me Ralphie, drain it all....OOOOHHHH, Ralphie. OOOHHH, RALPHIE, I'M JOINING YOU. III'MMMM COOOOOMMINNNG toooo! OOOHHH, GOOOOD. III'MMMMMM CCOOOOOMMMMMINNNGGGG!" She bounced the boy up and down on her belly as she got as much friction out of the boy's prick as she could. She pulled down on his head, driving it even deeper into her breast. "Bite it. BITE IT, DAMN YOU, KID. BITE MY TIT!"
When she was at last spent, she pulled the boy off her bleeding nipple. She reached for her robe and wiped the traces of blood away from the bruised mound. She explained to him he wasn't really supposed to bite when he was making love to a woman. It was nothing serious, she assured him. She did enjoy it, but there was no point in her being deformed. She cuddled the boy in her arms and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.
"You are quite a lover, young man. Are you sure you're not a dwarf in disguise, taking advantage of an innocent girl?"
They both laughed over this little joke. When they were both once again dressed and at the door, Christy cautioned the boy about telling anyone what had happened. If she found out he did, she warned him, he would never be able to come back.
As the boy walked through the door, he turned to the woman and said, "I know it's not nice to say, but I'm sure glad you had that accident when you were a little girl. That was the best part of the whole thing!"
Christy patted him on the fanny and pushed him through the door. When he was gone and she was all alone again, she looked in the mirror. She slid the robe off and looked at her nude body. The breasts were returning to normal. The bite marks were almost gone. By the time Steff got home all would be all right. Then, the gravity of what she had done finally struck home.
"I just fucked another baby," she said out loud. "What kind of person am I? Christ, what makes me do it?"
"Who do you talk to about something like this?" she thought. Steff might be horrified. She might throw her out. She would never see her again. No, that would be impossible. She couldn't live without Steff. Her sickness had to be buried in her own soul. What Steff didn't know could never be used to separate them.
Pasha was bluffing. He would not get Steff angry. Christy had seen Steff on her pistol range. If Pasha knew how good she was with that gun. ... It would be all right. She would never see the boy again. Pasha would leave her alone. Stephanie loved her. The only thing that mattered was fixing supper for tonight.
CHAPTER NINE
When Stephanie came home that night she had a friend with her. Christy had difficulty concealing her displeasure. It wasn't that she objected to Steff bringing a man home. It was just this man. Stud was written all over him. The little blond curls and innocent face didn't conceal the huge muscles under the man's turtleneck shirt. Even though the man's pants were not tight fitting, you couldn't help but see the size of his prick. Steff could fool around if she wished, but Christy hoped this wasn't another attempt for her to get tangled up with a big cock again. The last time, at Pasha's party, was enough to convince her she was never going to get banged by one of those again as long as she lived!
The meal was pleasant. Steve was amiable enough. He didn't act like one of those ridiculous stud-types. He was a medical student, working his way through college as a gardener. After supper, they were sitting on the pillows on the floor listening to the quadraphonic sound. It was turning into a nice night. The brandy Steff had brought home was very pleasant and Christy was feeling a warm glow.
The conversation got around to hypnosis as a form of anesthesia. So it was only natural to give hypnosis a try. Christy was an excellent subject. Steve had brought a metal ball hanging on a string with him. He swung the ball before the girl's eyes a few seconds and when her eyes got heavy from staring at the swinging ball, he commanded her to sleep. The girl went into a deep trance immediately. After testing her to make sure she was definitely in a trance, he turned to Steff.
"She's deep. What do you want me to do?"
Steff deliberated with herself for just a moment, but then decided it was the only way. "Take her back in time to the first time she had a sexual experience. Can you do that?"
The man nodded his head and turned his attention to the girl.
"Christy," he started, "you are going back in time. The years are going to slip away until you are a little...."
The sleeping girl saw the years pass before her eyes. Things long since forgotten appeared before her, fresh and new, as if they were happening for the first time. She was eighteen and getting ready to graduate. She was sixteen and blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. She was twelve and touching her budding breast. She was becoming a woman, she thought to herself. Suddenly time stopped. She was eight years old and it was dark.
"Put the light on," she heard herself saying in a little girl's voice.
A boy's voice answered, "It's supposed to be dark. They never do it in the light."
She was beginning to regret the whole thing. She wished she had never let Danny talk her into playing this crazy game. He was older, though, and most older children didn't want to fool around with little girls. Besides, Danny was so pretty she just liked looking at him. He was eleven years old! He knew everything. He was so grown up. She would have played with him if only it wasn't so dark. This ugly old basement was damp too.
"If you don't want to play house, just say so, and we'll go upstairs," the boy pouted.
"Don't get mad at me," the girl pleaded. "I want to play. I'm getting used to the darkness now. What are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm your husband and you are my wife. Okay. We've just put the children to bed and we're watching television. Sit here by me," the boy commanded. The girl quickly sat by his side. "Closer," he demanded.
Christy sat right next to Danny, so that she was touching his side. She had touched other children before, but somehow, she felt different this time. Her pee-pee itched and she wanted to scratch it.
"The kiddies are asleep now, how about you and me 'making it,' baby?" Danny was trying to imitate his father's voice.
Christy smiled and looked at the pretty boy, not knowing what to expect next.
"You're supposed to kiss me on the cheek," the boy whispered.
The little girl quickly responded by planting a big kiss on his cheek.
Danny was getting a little nervous now. He wanted to explore the girl's body, but he didn't know what to do next. He remembered his parents were always kissing on the mouth, so he touched the girl's lips with his own. He wished she would do something besides smile all the time. She didn't have any bumps on her chest, so the only thing worth looking into was what she had hidden beneath her panties.
Christy kept thinking it was awfully scary down here. She would really prefer playing out in the sun, but if this was what Danny wanted, she'd do it. She was a little nervous about being in the cellar with Danny because her Uncle wasn't working right now and she was afraid of him. He always looked at her in a funny way. He was Danny's father and he was always pinching her behind. Lots of times he pinched so hard it left a black and blue mark.
When Danny put his hand on her leg, Christy was surprised. Not that she had never been touched on the leg, but Danny's hand felt so ... hot.
"You just do what I do," Danny's voice sounded shaky to the girl. She wouldn't disobey him for anything, though. She put her hand on his leg. He must be cold, Christy thought. She saw him shaking. When he slid his hand up her leg to her crotch, she did the same to him. She wished her hole wasn't so itchy. It was really bothering her now. She jumped a little when Danny's hand touched her there. His hand was shaking so much, though, she reached down with her free hand and steadied his.
"Are you cold?" she asked the boy.
"No!" he protested. "You're supposed to touch me there now."
Christy couldn't understand why Danny's voice sounded so funny. She was glad, though, that he was rubbing her pee-pee. The itching was getting worse. She wondered if he had the same problem. He had something in the way. A little bump was right in front of his hole. She tried to move it aside so that she could rub him the same way, but it wouldn't move, so she just started rubbing the whole area.
"How's that feel, baby?" Danny was trying to sound like his father again.
Christy thought he was so funny. It did feel good though. She tried to sound like her aunt when she replied, "Oh, it feels good, darling."
Danny told the girl to stand up for a minute. Christy didn't want him to stop rubbing yet, but she did what she was asked. When she stood up, Danny knelt in front of her. He lifted her short skirt and ordered her to hold it. While she held the skirt, he pulled down her bloomers. He just looked at her peepee thing. She felt silly standing there holding her skirt with her bloomers hanging around her feet and Danny staring at her like that
"You want to see mine?"
Before the girl could answer, the little boy had his pants down. He wore a different kind of bloomer than she did. Then he pulled his bloomers down. Christy was surprised at what she saw. It looked like he had a little ... snake. A little white snake stuck to his stomach. Two little eggs hung beneath the snake. She didn't know little boys were like that. It looked so strange she reached out and touched it. It was like it was almost alive. It jumped a little when her hand touched its skin. Danny pushed her back on the couch. His hand started exploring all the ridges and crevices of the girl's little slit. Christy thought how much better he could scratch her than she could do it herself.
His little pee-pee fascinated her. She grabbed the snake part with her thumb and finger and pulled the skin back and forth. It seemed like the snake got a little bigger as she played with it. The little eggs on the bottom were hard too. She wasn't quite prepared when the little boy's finger entered her hole. She stiffened her legs and locked them around his wrist.
"You gotta let me do this. It's all part of the game," the nervous boy assured her. "You like it, don't you?"
It did feel good, so far. She relaxed her grip and the boy's prodding finger continued its journey. She felt something wet start flowing in her hole. She wasn't peeing, so she didn't know what it was. His finger was beginning to really feel good. Danny's hips were undulating now as she played with his little cock.
Steff and her friend saw a remarkable change take place on Christy's face. She looked terrified! The look of sheer animal pleasure was replaced by a look of agonizing pain.
Steve tried to soothe the girl. "Relax, Christy. Relax. Everything is all right. It happened a long time ago. Once you tell us what happened, you will be free of this pain. You trust me, don't you?" The girl nodded her head. "What happened next?" Steve asked.
The girl's face relaxed and she talked in a monotone now. She sounded like someone who had been forced to tell a story, but not willingly.
"The light came on in the basement," she started. "Danny was frightened, I could see right away, but I didn't know why. He pulled his pants up real fast, but my uncle saw him do it. He slapped Danny across the face hard and told him to go upstairs. I had forgotten that my bloomers were off...."
The girl's voice trailed off as she began to relive the moment. Steve nodded to Stephanie to show her that Christy was once again back in time.
Christy started to follow Danny up the stairs. She didn't like her uncle and she was mad because he had slapped Danny. She stumbled over her bloomers, which she had forgotten to pull up. The uncle grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. Danny was at the top of the stairs and he looked down to see what was happening. His father shouted at him to get the hell out of there and close the door behind him. Danny left and she was alone with her uncle!
Her uncle was a big man. He wasn't really her uncle. Mama had married a second time when she was just a baby. This nasty man was her step-father's brother. He was always saying things to make mama feel bad. He always had a funny smell about him be cause he drank a lot of ... wine or something. Whiskey. That was it. ... He always drank a lot of whiskey. He smelled bad now. She wanted to go home.
"So you like playing with a little cock, do you? Well, we'll see if we can't teach you a little lesson about cocks," he said as he looked at the girl's slit. The naked little mound aroused the man. While he held the girl with one hand, his other ran over the soft triangle of the girl. He ran his finger tips along the slit, enjoying the soft, smooth skin.
"Not a hair on that cunt," he said with obvious delight. His hand reached around and felt the soft little mounds of flesh. He ran his hands down the crack of her little ass.
"You are a choice little morsel."
He was saying nice things to her, but the way he said them made her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to put her bloomers back on. She didn't want his hands touching her like that. He wasn't like Danny. She wanted her mother.
"Let me go," she told the big man. "Let me go!" She tried to kick the man, but her bloomers had her legs bound and she lost her balance.
The man just laughed at her futile efforts.
"Hell, I thought you was interested in playing wjth cock, little girl. Danny ain't got nothing. He can't even get it stiff yet. Look at this one." Her uncle unzipped his pants and pulled out a snake just like Danny's.
This one was not pretty. It was a big, ugly snake. It was mad, tool It was standing straight up and drooling from a little hole in the middle of its head. It slobbered all over itself and was dripping down its body. The body was all red and wrinkled with ugly lines and blue veins.
"Go ahead. Look at a real man's cock," he told the child. "Touch it. Go ahead, touch it," he commanded.
Christy didn't want to. It was ugly and she wanted to go home.
"Damn you, touch it," he shouted in anger.
Christy struggled against the man's hand.
"You lousy little cunt!" He slapped the girl across the face. Tears welled up in the frightened girl's eyes.
"You cry or yell, you little bitch, and I'll beat you up so bad your own mama wouldn't recognize you. Do you understand?" he hissed at her.
The terrified girl nodded her head.
"Touch it," he commanded once more. The girl's hand reached out and touched the giant snake. The skin felt like it was on fire.
"Put your whole hand around it like it was the handle on an all-day sucker."
Christy grabbed the stiff snake in her hand. Her uncle seemed so strange. His eyes were wild. His voice was shaky. He pulled the snake back, so she let go. He hit her so hard that time, she lost her balance and he jerked her back on her feet.
"Don't you let go until I tell you!" he said as he placed her hand back on his cock. Christy forced back the tears as she hung on to the huge snake. Her uncle moved his snake back and forth in her hand. His eyes got a glazed look, as he murmured, "Kiss it Kiss it."
The girl did as she was ordered. It was just like kissing snot she thought as her lips touched the slimy snake.
"Now lick it like it was a sucker."
The trembling child stuck her tongue out and touched the snake with it. Then she started licking it. She pretended she was somewhere else and this was a sucker and her mother would come any minute now and take her away from this terrible man.
"Oh, you do that good," the man moaned as he enjoyed the tonguing.
"You are going to be a fantastic cock-sucker. Every guy in town is going to want you to lick his prick. Your tongue is already better than your aunt's. Stick it in your mouth, baby. Stick it in your mouth."
Christy tried to do what the man asked, but it smelled so bad. She hesitated, but when her uncle grabbed her hair and pulled her face forward, she opened her mouth and let the ugly snake's head in. It barely fit into her young mouth. She was scared to death he was going to choke her. He started pushing it in farther and gagged her. She struggled to get away from the terrible man, but she only made her uncle madder.
"So, it's not good enough to go into your mouth, huh, you dirty little cunt," he spewed at her in his drunken frenzy. "Let's put it in a place it will fit a little better."
He threw the girl down on the cot and lay on top of her. His weight terrified her even more. She was sure he was going to squash her. Then it happened! She felt the snake between her legs. Her uncle pulled her legs as far apart as he could get them and he started shoving that awful thing into her. She screamed and screamed as the man mercilessly ripped her organ open. He was insane. He knew he was hurting the girl something terrible, but it only made him want to fuck her more. Her pain was turning him on.
He never felt the bullet penetrate his brain. He just stopped pumping as the blood and grey matter flowed out of the hole in his head. Danny stood over his father for a minute with the twenty-two still smoking in his hand. Christy's muffled screams moved him into action. He shoved his father's body off the girl's body. The girl was in a state of shock. Her skin was white. Her stare was fixed. Her whole body trembled.
Steve and Stephanie stared at the girl lying on the couch. They had relived those moments with her and they both were astounded at what they had just heard. Steff told Steve to bring her out of it. When Christy awakened she stretched and smiled at them.
They both looked so serious, Christy asked, "Did I do something awful?"
"No," Steff quickly answered. "You did just fine. How do you feel?"
"All right. I'm a little tired, though. Do you mind if I go to sleep? I don't think you really hypnotized me. I could have got up at any time. I just fell asleep waiting for you to do something."
Christy walked to the bedroom. When she got to the door, she added, "You can try again, if you like, Steve. It was very-relaxing."
When the bedroom door was closed, Steff asked Steve what was the next step. The handsome man thought for a few minutes and then explained that they would have to take her back to that time again, make her relive the pleasant parts and eliminate the terrifying moments.
Stephanie slipped on the floor between Steve's legs. "How," she asked, "would that make her overcome her fear of the big, mature cock?"
"Very simple, my dear," he responded. "We'll just have little Danny have a gigantic prick; have her enjoy it and have a big, big climax."
Steff slowly unzipped the man's pants. "How can an eight-year-old girl have climax?" She reached in and pulled the man's flaccid dick out. "How come it's soft, Stevie?"
"The sub-conscious mind doesn't know an eight-year-old isn't mature enough to have an orgasm. I'm sure if you kiss it, it will do whatever you ask."
The girl ran her tongue over the limp prick. Then she kissed it on the head. "Get stiff and hard. Grow to twice your present size."
Steff smiled as she saw the already gigantic cock start to grow larger. She could feel it swelling in her hand. She shoved the pulsating head into her eager mouth. She loved running her tongue over the ragged edge around the head of the cock.
"Put it between your tits," the man asked. "I love the way it feels when you jack me off with those smooth globes of yours."
Steff pulled her sweater up over her breasts and shoved the now fully erect, giant organ between her soft titties. His cock was large enough so that she could slide it between her boobies and still suck on the cock head.
"That's fantastic!" the man thought as the woman kept rubbing up and down on his shaft. Watching those beautiful tits wrapped around his prick and that gorgeous face going up and down on his cock was a picture he would never forget. He loved looking at Stephanie's body. He wanted her nude. He wanted to play with that black, fuzzy hair and that ass. He wondered if he could do it. Was it possible to get his cock up that ass? He pulled the girl's head away from his prick.
"Off with the clothes. I want to look at your lovely body." Steff eagerly obeyed. She pulled the sweater over her head and dropped her skirt. Steve hurriedly stripped his own clothing off. When the girl got to the pantyhose, he stopped her. This was something he enjoyed doing himself. He sat on the couch in front of her and slowly pulled the hose down. He trailed the path of the stockings with his tongue. When he got to her muff, his tongue lingered. He loved running it through the tight, curly hairs. The woman's moans told him she had no objections. His hand slipped around the cheeks of her trim butt. He started at the top of the crack and gently ran his finger down the separation of the cheeks.
Steff kicked off the stockings as her lover's tongue toyed with her slit. She enjoyed looking at the man's finely chiseled physique. The thick muscles of his neck were fascinating as they rippled with each move. She wanted to reach for his cock, but she didn't dare move. His tongue and finger were driving her crazy. His finger was right at the hole. "Push it in," she thought, as the man's hand circled the tiny orifice. She spread her legs a little wider to give him better access. The move helped. Both the tongue and the finger penetrated the holes at the same time. The dry finger in her asshole was hard on the flesh, but a little pain in the sex act went a long way. She knew the tongue was getting a lot of honey to swallow. God, how she thrilled at the way this man fucked her. Wouldn't it be marvelous to have him and Christy fuck her at the same time.
Steve stood up and led the girl around to the back of the couch. She knew what he wanted and was delighted. She leaned over the back so that her ass was exposed to him and she balanced the top of her torso with her arms supported on the bed of the couch. Steve stuck his tongue deep into the girl's snatch. He wanted her juices to boil. Steff didn't disappoint him. She was as hot as a female horse in season. Steve stuck his finger into the dripping slit and then took the juices and smeared them around the small, pink anal hole. He pried the opening with his finger. The opening was still tight, so he kept adding goo to the opening until he could slip two fingers into the hole.
Steff reached back and grabbed a cheek with both hands and spread them as far apart as she could. She wanted that prick in there. All the way in there! Steve tried to shove the cock in. As hard as his cock was, and as willing as the hot bitch was to have it in there, he could not penetrate the hole. His own cock was spurting with seminal fluid. All of Steff s ass hole was covered with the stuff, but he couldn't get the head through the tiny opening.
"Help me up," the girl ordered. "Vaseline will do it!"
The man pulled her to her feet. She ran to the bathroom. The man saw his reflection in the mirror. His giant rod really was impressive, he thought. He grabbed the tool in his hand and started stroking it. He grabbed it in both hands, almost covering the whole thing and then he stroked it. What a pleasure stick! "I almost wish I was a woman so I could suck myself," he thought.
"Enjoying yourself?" Steff asked, as she returned to the room with a large jar of Vaseline. She took the lubricant and placed it all over the prick. While she was spreading it on the man's cock, Steve played with the girl's pretty titties. He stroked the nipples and felt them harden Under his touch. Then she was ready.
Back over the couch she went. The cock was again at the tiny opening and now the big push! Steve held the hard shaft steady with his hand as he pressed it into the hole. It wouldn't penetrate. He pushed harder, and something gave! He felt the flesh parting as his prick moved into the hole. It was just a slight penetration, but it was a beginning. The girl shoved her ass at him again. He pushed. Their timing was off. But he had moved a little. They tried together. He shoved, she pushed and the hole widened a little more as he felt his cock head slide all the way into the opening.
"Does it hurt?" Steve asked. "Do you want me to stop?"
I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch, if you stop now. Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me!" She pushed against his cock as another few inches ripped into her insides. It felt so good! Steve felt the hole was open enough to start pumping, so the powerful shaft started banging away at the willing ass.
"Do you like it, Steff? Do you like my big cock in your ass?"
"I love it you bastard. I love it! I love having your cock in me. I love it in my ass! I love it in my mouth! I love it in my cunt! I wish that there were three of you so I could have it in all three places at the same time. You are marvelous, you big prick. You fantastic, big cock. You fuckin stiff rod. I love it!"
Almost all of the man's organ was in the woman now. He pulled the giant shaft all the way to the edge and then plunged it back into her to the hilt. Steve couldn't figure out how it was possible. By everything logical, that prick should be just about coming out of her mouth! Who cared about logic. All he knew was this was the greatest piece of ass he had ever run into. His cock had never felt hotter. He knew that his nuts were about to explode. He wanted her to come first but he couldn't possibly hold on much longer.
"You almost ready?" he asked as he increased the tempo of his stroke. He slipped his finger into the girl's slit. He sought the clitoris. His finger soon had the tiny organ stiff.
"Almost. Alllmmmooost ... Hang on just ... a littt
... OOOHHH. IS IT ALL IIINNN. GOOOD. Gawddamn. AAAHHHH. OHHHHH FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUCK MEEEEI"
"OOOH, you fantastic cunt. It's all in now. It's all in. JEEESUUUS. OOOH, CHRIIIIIST WHAT AN ASS. WHAT AN ASS. YOU ARE SO MUCH FUN TO FUCK!"
The man spurted his load in the woman's ass. He could see he had filled the hole because the milky white come was running over the sides and dripping down the girl's long, lovely legs.
When their little orgy was finally over, Steff cleaned the long, limp dick with a washcloth.
"I wish I could pickle this and have it in my bedroom forever." Steve just smiled at the girl.
"Unless we can cure Christy, she might object to seeing it around all the time. How would you like to fuck her, Steve?"
"Only if I could do it to both of you at the same time! First, we have to get her over her problem. I have to go away for a few days, but as soon as I can get back, we'll try again."
Steff wiped the big organ dry and kissed the head as Steve slipped his shirt on. She hated to see him cover his beautiful body, but all good things must come to an end. When the man was fully dressed and at the door, he kissed the lovely brunette good-night.
"One thing for sure," she said as she grabbed one last feel of his prize organ, "if she can take that cock of yours in her cunt, she won't ever have a problem with a big cock again."
Steve patted her on the fanny and then walked out I the door. Steff felt her very sore ass. She sure hoped she didn't have the runs tomorrow.
CHAPTER TEN
Stephanie walked over to the bedroom and looked in on Christy. The girl was sound asleep. How child-like and innocent, Steff thought. Who would ever guess what she had been through. How different the way we grew up, the tall pretty brunette said to herself as she looked into one of the many mirrors that filled her apartment. She ran her hand over her finely chiseled features. She was beautiful. No one could deny that. Her hand stroked her lovely body. How she loved to look in the mirror. The world belonged to pretty people. Steff knew that to be true. How she knew that to be true!
Stephanie was supposed to be a boy. She was to be named Steven, after her grandfather. Her dad was the rugged type. He always kept fit, was always up on what team was winning what league. He figured his" son would be an outstanding baseball or football player. The baby girl was a big disappointment. When they found out Mom couldn't have any more children, Daddy never forgave her.
Stephanie was always treated like a little boy. The girl could play ball with the best of the Little Leaguers by the time she was six. She started working out with weights when she was eight to keep her daddy company. The child didn't have any trouble acting like a boy because, as a child, she was not very pretty. She had a bulbous nose and a very thick chin. Her chin always looked as if it was jutting out in a belligerent manner. All the kids teased her about her nose and then she would get in fights with them.
Stephanie did great as a boy, except for one thing. Her cunt! She always, for as long as she could remember, enjoyed playing with herself. The feel of her little slit fascinated her, and when the little black hairs started appearing on her mound, she was delighted.
Her parents were divorced when she was eight. She always saw them both, though. Dad always liked her. He enjoyed showing off his little "man." Mom always wanted her near, but only because she wanted to keep Daddy angry.
So her daddy kept after her to keep up with athletics and mom pushed her to be a scholar and, fortunately, she was equipped to do both. The only problem she had was with boys. They let her into the contact games because they enjoyed grabbing a free feel. They just didn't want to be seen holding hands or kissing such a homely girl. It just wasn't fair. She wanted to find out what made little boys different. No one ever gave her the chance.
Her curiosity about sex started very early. When her parents split, she went with her mother. Poor mother didn't have much action at the beginning, Stephanie recalled. Her mother wasn't a busty woman. She did have pretty legs, though. Stephanie always thought she looked so pretty when she walked around in black hose pinned to a garter belt. Steff always longed for the day when she could wear things like nylon stockings and garter belts and a bra. She remembered one day after she had started maturing, trying her mother's bra on, and it was too small for her.
Finally, her mother was noticed by one of the men she worked with. How excited Mama was! She bathed in scented soaps and then she dressed so pretty. Steff couldn't figure out why her mother put on such nice underthings when the man would never see them. She watched her mother put on lacey black panties with just a little of the cheeks of her pretty ass showing. A very fancy black garter belt held the long black hose she was wearing.
It wasn't till later that night that she understood. Her mom got home quite late, she recalled. Stephanie had been asleep, but the sound of the key in the door awakened her. Her mom told someone to be quiet (her voice sounded funny, she remembered), and then she carefully looked into Stephanie's room. Steff pretended she was asleep. Her mom went back into the living room to join the man. The little girl stayed in her bed for awhile as she listened to her mother and the man laughing and giggling together. She got a little concerned when she didn't hear any sounds for awhile, so she carefully got out of bed and went to the door. Young Steff opened the door just a crack and looked out into the living room. It took a second for eyes to get accustomed to the light, but when she could see, she had an unobstructed view of the couch in front of her. Mommy was on the couch with a man and they were kissing!
Steff dropped to the floor so she couldn't be seen as she watched the couple on the couch. She was only ten, and while she had some inkling of an idea what went on between men and women, at this point it was all speculation. Now, she was seeing the real thing first hand.
Steff couldn't see much of the man. His head was turned toward Mommy, who was facing the young girl. She could see his hands, though. They were touching her mother's titties! Mommy had her hands around the man's head as he was kissing her and the man's hand was moving all over her mother's breasts. The man must have been awfully bold, because he tried to stick his hand inside Mommy's blouse. She stopped him, though. She stopped him so he wouldn't tear her dress. She unbuttoned the blouse for him! Then she could see Mommy's lacey, black bra. The man slid the bra over her titties and then he started squeezing the fleshy boobs. She never knew her Mom's nipples stuck out so far. Stephanie remembered so clearly reaching for her own little nubs and playing with them. It didn't do much for her, but it made her feel more grown-up. The man was sucking on her tits now. She thought, "Only babies do that." She wondered if her mother had milk in them. Her mother's face was something to watch. She looked like she was in pain or something. Her legs kept opening and closing. From where Steff was sitting, she could see her white legs above the line of her black stockings.
Then, things got interesting for the girl. Mommy had started rubbing the man's pants. The man must have liked it because he didn't stop her. Instead, he reached between hers (which were spread out pretty far by now) and touched her legs just above the stocking line on the white flesh. Then Stephanie saw it. Her mother had whipped the man's prick out and it was standing straight up. It was love at first sight! Stephanie loved cock the first time she saw one. She felt a tingling between her legs. She reached down and stroked her own little cunt, watching the couple in front of her. Her mother took the cock in her hand and started stroking it. The man just leaned back and watched her work on his prick. Mama was fascinated by it. She slid to the floor beside the man and just looked at his jumping, quivering, stiff erection. She reached out and let her fingers glide up and down the sides of the man's dick as the throbbing prick kept jerking back and forth against the man's stomach. Her mother must have really loved the man's joint because she reached over and kissed it. The man's hands went around her head and pulled it closer to his throbbing joint. Then Mama stuck it in her mouth! Steff thought that was way out! Something about watching the man's peter' sliding back and forth in her mother's mouth really turned the child on. She didn't know what it was. Maybe all the juices oozing down the prick, or the skin being pulled back so the cock-head glistened, or the look on her mother's face like she was eating the greatest all-day sucker in the world. Anyway, her little hole was on fire! She started to increase the speed as she continued rubbing her own little snatch!
The man pulled his mother s head off of his thing and then he made her stand up as he pulled her skirt down. It was the man's turn now. He looked at Mommy in the long stockings and those pretty black panties and then he fell to his knees and started kissing her on the skin just where the stockings ended. He ran his tongue all over her skin between her panties and her stockings. Mama looked like she was going to pass out. Whenever she went out with a boy, Stephanie had to remember to wear stockings like those. Then the man slowly pulled the black panties down. Mama's bush looked so pretty. She wished she'd get hair there soon. The man kissed her right on the hair of her cunt!
Then he pushed Mommy back on the couch so she was sitting down. He lifted her feet so that they were on the couch. He really had her spread out. You could see the whole cunt. The thick, swollen lips on each side of the slit and the line of the slit itself. It was clearly defined by the juices that were running all the way from the top to the bottom of the fine. The man stuck his finger in the hole and then ran it down the slit. He held his hand to his nose and smelled the fragrance. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it.
"Eat it, honey. Eat my pussy?" her mother begged the man.
The man dropped to his knees in front of her and buried his head in the woman's dripping hole. His head went up and down as the woman moaned in sheer delight. Her mommy really liked what he was doing. She wondered what the woman tasted like. It must be great, judging from the way the man was digging his tongue into her hole. Mommy looked so strange. Her legs spread out like that, with just her stockings and her garter belt on. Her bra was still wrapped around her throat and her blouse hung open, exposing her naked titties.
The man stood up and then they eagerly undressed each other. They stood there naked. Steff's little twat was still burning and kept wishing the man would play with her, too. She didn't think her mother would like that, though. The man turned so she could see all of his cock now and his balls. His prick looked so big! She wondered how men were able to keep them concealed in their pants. She wondered if all cocks were as big and stiff as this man's.
They were back on the couch now. The man's head was between her mother's legs and Mommy was on top of him, playing with his prick. She wondered how the man could breath with his head in her snatch, but it was obvious that mama didn't care. She was too preoccupied playing with her toy. She would jerk on it with her hand and then she would pop it in her mouth and then she would jerk on it, as she was sucking it. They seemed to be having so much fun! Steff wanted to do it too! She resolved in her mind right there and then that she was going to fuck somebody soon!
Stephanie figured they couldn't get comfortable be j cause they kept changing positions. Now, they switched so that they were face to face. Her mother reached down and grabbed the man's thing. She was trying to put it somewhere and then she must have found the place because she smiled and pulled her hand away. Then Steff saw why! The man had his prick right in her mother's slit! How could that big thing get in there? She felt her own tiny hole and marveled at how much bigger her mother must be. The man's ass kept pumping away, driving his shaft further and further into the hole until he at last had it all the way in. Mommy's hole must have been really big, cause the man had his prick all the way in and she kept shouting, "More. Push it in further. OOOH that feels so good. Harder. Push it in harder. Oohh, it feels so marvelous! More. MOOORREE."
Something must have happened because they both started moaning louder and louder and then they went faster and faster and then Mommy wrapped her legs around the man's waist and tried to drive his cock in even further. They both started shaking and then the man arched his back as Mommy tried to drive it in just a little bit more and then they both just ... collapsed! It was all over. They just lay in each other's arms. When the man pulled himself off, she thought he had had an accident because he left most of his cock in her Mommy. It was so small now! That did it. She just had to get a boy and fuck him so she could find out what sex was all about.
Stephanie smiled as she looked at her voluptuous body in the mirror. The things a mind can do! She thought she had forgotten that whole incident. She remembered trying to get a boy. What a fiasco that was! None of the boys would come near her. She finally grabbed one and dragged him into an empty garage. After she finally wrestled him to the ground and got his pants off, his mother came into the garage! Boy, did Stephanie get it! Mom shipped her off to Daddy.
When she explained the way boys treated her, Steff expected her father to laugh or get mad or something. Instead he just looked at her for the first time. It finally dawned on him that his child was a girl. Steff never forgot that moment when her daddy took her in his arms and held her tight! She remembered thinking how wicked it was, but she wondered how his cock would feel.
"Baby," he said, "I know a man, a good friend of mine, who can take care of your problem. I'll arrange everything, but we won't tell your mother about it. It'll have to be during your summer vacation. Well tell her we're going on a trip," he added swiftly, "It will take about six weeks for you to recuperate, but you will be beautiful. Will that make you happy?"
The girl threw her arms around his massive shoulders and gave him a big bear hug. "I love you so, Daddy!"
"Now we won't be able to arrange it till next summer. Do you think you can keep from attacking any more boys until then?" he asked kiddingly.
"I sure kept that promise," Steff recalled, as she touched her smooth beautiful nose, her delicate chin.
"I didn't even know he was talking about plastic surgery at the time. His friend was an artist though. Truly an artist. My mother was glad to get rid of me that summer." She had a new boy friend that kept her "busy." Stephanie recalled when she met the doctor he assured her she would be the prettiest girl in her school. "THE PRETTIEST when he finished with me."
"I had matured early. I was twelve that summer and my breasts had begun to bud and then blossom rapidly under my constant massaging.
"Daddy's influence on exercise had begun to show as well. I was tall already. Long-legged and with full athletic buttocks. My waist was not only small, it was almost muscular. I could do five hundred sit-ups at a clip. I had won all the pentathalon championships and my father was delighted.
"I was almost perfect. My I.Q. was genius. I got straight A's without ever having to study so Mom was happy too. Brains, brawn and now, beauty! If the doctor was right. He sure looked good. He was tall and very handsome and he seemed rather taken with my breasts."
"One way, you're lucky, young lady," the doctor said, admiring my titties. "You certainly won't need a silicone job."
"He smiled rather sexily, I thought.
I'd like to play with you too, doc,' I thought, as I felt a burning between my legs.
"Finally, the operation. The period of convalescence with my black and blue eyes and bandaged face, followed by the butterfly emerging from the cocoon. You couldn't tell at first with all the swelling and discoloration, but slowly (it seemed like an eternity) the skin returned to normal, the swelling subsided and a beautiful girl stared back at me from the mirror. That first realization, when I saw my reflection in the mirror, was the happiest moment in my life. I was always surrounded by mirrors after that exquisite moment."
Steff remembered the next happiest moment came when she had her final examination from the doctor. She was a little confused when the nurse told her to take her clothes off. The girl couldn't understand why she had to disrobe when only her face had been operated on, but the nurse certainly must know what she was doing. Steff felt funny walking around with just the gown on with nothing underneath. The air rushed around her cunt and her boobs. It was kind of exhilarating. Then she was in the room with the handsome doctor. The doctor asked the nurse if the patient had been prepared. The nurse just smiled and left the room. The child was surprised when the nurse left the room and left her alone with the doctor. In the back of her young mind she seemed to remember doctors were not supposed to be left alone with patients ... a nurse was always supposed to be on hand or something like that.
The doctor examined her face closely. He ran his thumb down the cheekbones to see if they were absolutely parallel. He stood back and smiled at the girl. "I do nice work," he gloated with pleasure. "Now, Stephanie, sometimes there are some side effects on the body," he added, "when we do this type of surgery. Would you mind taking off your gown so I can examine you closely?"
Stephanie wondered what an operation on her nose and jaw could possibly have to do with the rest of her body. The doctor was a good friend of her father's, though, so what harm could there possibly be in standing in front of him nude? Besides, she had wanted to stand nude in front of a man for a long time. The doctor was so handsome. It would be so nice to just touch his ... Stephanie slipped out of the white hospital gown. She held the material in her hand. The doctor must have seen something interesting, because he just stared at her. Finally, he realized she was holding the gown. He excused himself for staring as he hung the gown on the door.
The doctor asked if she had noticed any swelling in her breasts since the operation. Stephanie told him she thought they had gotten larger. Evidently there was something wrong! The doctor pulled a chair over and sat down on it as he examined the soft, white mounds. He gently ran his fingers all over the outside surface of her tits. Then he pressed his fingers deep into the flesh. Stephanie noticed her nipples were standing straight up. Her nipples were very high on her breasts. They looked like they were pointing right to the sky.
"Are these giving you any trouble, Stephanie?" the doctor asked, as he touched her erect nipple. The doctor's fingers were making them even harder.
The girl nodded her head.
"I think you had better get on the table." The doctor stood up and walked her over to the examination table. She could see his surgical gown was sticking out right where his prick was hiding between his legs. Stephanie could feel her cunt getting very wet. She put her butt on the table and swung her body around so that she could lie flat on her back.
The doctor looked down at her body as she lay on the table. The man explained he had noticed a definite correlation between plastic surgery and stimulation of the sex glands. Sometimes the effect is very good and sometimes ... Stephanie thought to herself, "That explains why I want to get fucked so bad."
"I definitely feel," the doctor continued, "a thorough examination is essential." His hand was examining her tits once more. She wished he was using his tongue instead of his hand. Ever since she saw that man with her mother, she had wanted someone to try and milk her. The doctor moved down so that he could examine her vagina. He asked her if she had noticed any discharge there lately, as his fingers touched the fuzzy mound. His hands seemed to linger over the few black hairs that she had there.
Stephanie spread her legs a little further apart as the man's hands started examining her cuntal lips. She knew she was awfully damp down there. God, that felt good! The girl kept seeing the man's prick that had fucked her mother. "Use your cock, damn you, doctor," the girl said to herself, as the doctor continued his examination. Then his finger was probing her little hole. The man pulled his finger out and looked at the sticky juice on his hand. He looked at his finger and then at the girl.
"Have you ever been fucked, Stephanie?" the doctor asked.
"I've always been too ugly for boys to notice me before," the girl answered honestly.
The doctor looked at his finger again and then he stuck it in his mouth and licked the cunt juice off! Then he put his finger back into her hole, only this time he shoved it in much farther. Then he reached out and stroked her titty as he moved his finger around in her hole.
"How does that feel?"
Stephanie was on fire. Her tits, her cunt ... aching in the most fantastic manner. She had been playing with herself for a long time now, but it was never like this!
"It feels so ... fantastic," the girl replied honestly. The doctor smiled, then he bent his head over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. At last! She was going to be milked just like Mama! The young girl reached out and pulled the man's head deeper into her breast. His finger was sliding back and forth so nice now. Then she felt another finger slipping into her slopping slit.
The horny girl bent over and whispered into the doctor's ear, "I want to see your cock."
The doctor pulled his hand out, stood erect and removed his surgical gown. He was wearing a shirt and trousers underneath the gown. Stephanie could see his big cock sticking out against the material of his trousers. She waited breathlessly as the man unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out for her to see. At last! At last! There it was! A real cock. The girl reached out and touched the large organ as the man ran his fingers over her soft, satiny skin.
"All of you. I want to see all of you," she heard herself saying in a voice she didn't recognize. Her voice was deeper and throatier than it had ever sounded before. She was changing, she thought. She was really becoming a woman.
The doctor's clothes were off in just a few brief seconds and he was nude in front of her. His skin was white and a little soft, she thought. He doesn't lift weights like Daddy does, but his cock is every bit as nice as the man that fucked Mama. The man's pulsating cock was right in front of her face as she looked at it closely. Her hand once more reached out and examined the organ. She grabbed it by the shaft and pulled the skin back. The shiny head looked so big and delicious. The man's hand was between her legs again. Jesus that felt good! The man was having trouble getting into the hole. She looked down to see why and she could see he was trying to get all four fingers in. The girl spread her legs farther to help the man.
She kept stroking the man's cock until she felt the fingers past the opening, then she relaxed and enjoyed herself as the doctor moved his fingers around inside her cunt. What had her mother done next when she was playing with that man? She remembered! She reached out with her tongue and tasted the delicious cock head. She was right! It was tasty as hell! She ran her tongue all over the man's dripping cock. She lapped up the seminal fluid like it was some rare delicacy. When she had licked it clean, she stuck the throbbing prick into her mouth just as she had seen her mother do. When she started eating her first cock, the girl just went mad. Her pussy started jumping as if it had a mind of its own. She grasped the man's hand with her legs and tried to ram his fingers in as deep as they could go. The man's dick was as far into her mouth as she could get it. She tried to get it in farther because there was still about four inches left to go, but she hadn't learned the trick of relaxing her throat yet.
Then she came.
She had come before, playing with herself, but she never knew it could be like this. Her ass bucked and bucked and bucked. She was afraid she might break the doctor's arm. She knew she left teeth marks on his cock. She was so excited, she bit down on the fantastic prick. She had been squeezing the big bags hanging beneath the man's dick and she swore he cursed her, but the feeling between her legs just made a mad woman out of her. She just kept coming and coming and, ohh, shit coming and gawddamn it! It was over. She didn't want it to end.
The doctor kept telling her what a marvelous fuck she was. He crawled on the table with her and lay at her side as he started kissing her nipples again. The girl was so glad his cock hadn't shrunk like the man's that did it with her mother. It was still hard and thumping against his stomach. Then the doctor slid on top of her. What had Mama done? Oh yes. She reached down and aimed his cock. Where? Yes. Yes. It was at her hole. OOOHHH, JEEESUUUS CHRIIISTT! That was the right spot. She felt the head slip into her pussy so nice and easy. This was what it was all about! Now, she knew what it was to be a woman.
As the man started riding up and down on her stomach, pushing that tool of his deeper and deeper into her hole, she was so glad to be a girl. She made a mental picture of all the boys she wanted to fuck. All the boys that had snubbed her. She'd fuck them. She'd fuck them so good they would never ever want another woman. The doctor's cock was almost all the way in now. She wished he'd get it all in. She reached down and squeezed the little bags beneath his cock. She loved the feel of the big tool rubbing against the inner walls of her box.
Then the doctor started pulling her around. He moved her so that she was on top of him. His cock almost slipped out as they made the turn, but she shoved her ass hard against him so she wouldn't lose it. Then she was fucking him. She sat up so that she could watch the look on his face as she rode on the man's joy stick. His face looked so interesting as she drove his cock deeper and deeper into her slit. The doctor reached up and grabbed a titty in each hand and stroked them gently. Then he pulled her down so that he could suck on them as she rode his prick. He went back and forth. Back and forth. Titty to titty. He was so handsome. Then he grabbed her and pulled her body close to his as she felt something shoot inside her cunt. He was coming! The man was coming as he was fucking her.
She was going to join him. She wanted to come with the handsome doctor. She rode up and down as hard and as fast as she could. Her box was on fire.
The man was arching his back, driving his cock in as deep as he could into the young cunt. She loved his coming. She loved it being in her cunt! She loved it being her cunt that was doing this to him. She was coming now! She was coming. They were doing it together. They were coming together. No one would ever believe how she felt at this moment. No one else had ever come like this before. Stephanie loved the doctor. She loved him. She was going to keep on making him come forever! The man stopped moving. The girl didn't want to stop, but Steff instinctively knew it was over.
She was lucky. That first experience was great. She never saw the doctor again, but it didn't matter. There were always men and women available to the beautiful people. And she was a beautiful person!
She wanted Christy. She joined the girl in bed.
"Why couldn't you have had that kind of first experience, Christy?" Stephanie moaned as she continued fucking herself with the gun.
The barrel was at the right spot. She'd be over the hump in just a minute. The ultimate climax! It will be a sight Maria will never forget.
The thud of car doors opening and closing told her the police were downstairs. It would be over soon.
"How could I have been so stupid! I'm supposed to be intelligent. Why couldn't I see something was wrong?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Christy just felt good. It was a bright, sunny California day. The wind had blown hard yesterday, blowing away all the brown ugly smog. She could clearly see the mountains that surrounded her and Steff's home. She just couldn't keep from singing as she walked into the house with the groceries. She caught a man looking at her big titties and for the first time since she could remember, she enjoyed it She had beautiful tits. Why shouldn't men admire them?
She stood in front of one of the many mirrors in the room and admired her figure. She cupped the voluminous breast and enjoyed its soft, sensual texture. She slipped the hand inside her blouse and underneath her bra so she could feel the satiny skin. Her other hand ran over her woman's mound. No. She didn't want to touch the skin there or she would spoil it all. She wanted Steff to do that. She wanted Steff to play with her body. She wanted the other woman's hands and tongue to electrify her. Steff could do it! Then she would stop thinking of....
A post card on the floor near the front door caught her eye. She knew who it was from before she picked it up. Pasha was not going to let up. She didn't even want to look at it. She threw it in the wastebasket in the kitchen. The card missed its mark and it fell on the ground. When she picked the card up this time, she couldn't help but see the picture of the Rolls Royce. Could he be serious? Did he want her that bad? She flipped the card over and on the other side, the note said, "Anything you want."
It wasn't the car that impressed Christy. It was simply that if he was offering her this, what extremes would he go to? For the first time since she was a little girl, she was really frightened. Really frightened! Perhaps it was time to talk the whole thing over with Steff. Would she understand when Christy herself was at a loss over what made her the way she was? She had tried once before to ask a woman's understanding.
A flood of old remembrances filled the girl's mind. Her mother. Her step-father. Her ... her ... a horrible man whose face was blurred in her mind and a....
Christy remembered she had sought her mother's help ... no ... it started long before that. The girl sat on the couch. She forgot about putting the groceries away. She forgot about the post card. When was it? Right after she got out of the hospital. She was just a little girl. Everything was different at home. Nobody came to visit them anymore. Something had happened to one of their relatives. She couldn't remember which one. It must have been something very terrible because they always stopped talking about it whenever Christy could overhear them.
She remembered something. It was her step-father, Eric. He changed so. He had been nice to her before. Now, he was always soooo kind. Soooo helpful. Like he was always going out of his way to be nice to her. At first Mommy thought it was nice. Then Christy could feel it was beginning to irritate her. She recalled one night how her mother got so upset because she found Eric giving her a bath. She was ten years old. She had always been uninhibited around the man. She couldn't see why her mother got upset. Grown-ups are funny, though, so she didn't question it.
The real change happened when she was twelve. She could recall so vividly when the first hairs started appearing around her pubic area. The first swelling of her breasts. It was sort of a miracle to her. She matured very early. One day, she was a flat-chested child. The next, she was a young woman with budding breasts. She thought of that first touch of her soft round boobs; the sensation she experienced the first time she examined her new fuzz. It felt so good to just rub her hand there. She recalled so vividly the first time she came. She didn't even know what was happening!
She wasn't the only one that noticed it. Mother seemed irritated when she had to explain to her about menstruating. Eric seemed to be enjoying the change in her. He was even more attentive now. It seemed he was there whenever she turned around.
Her mother started insisting that she wear a bathrobe around the house when she wasn't fully dressed. There was only one bath in the house. Christy thought it was natural to just wear the bra and panties to go to the toilet. Her mother insisted she was too old for that anymore. Eric said she was just being old-fashioned. Christy did start wearing the bathrobe. It seemed after that, every time she was changing clothes, Eric found some reason to pop into her room.
The big change came that night when she came home early. She had gone to one of her girl friend's home to spend the evening, but it was so dull she decided to leave early. The house was dark when she got home. She entered very quietly because she had removed her shoes. Her feet hurt from playing too much tennis too soon. She wanted to go straight to bed, so she didn't even bother turning the lights on. She started up the stairs leading to the bedrooms when she heard her mother moaning.
At first, she thought she must be hurt. When she got close enough to distinguish the sounds, she knew she wasn't in any kind of pain. She had come home when her parents were making love!
She turned to go down the stairs when her eyes caught a reflection from the mirror on the wall opposite her parents' bedroom. She wondered what it looked like when people did that?
It was wrong to look. That would be awfully sneaky, but the thought of watching was over-power ing. She probably couldn't see anything in the mirror anyway, she thought to herself. She remembered vividly how careful she was to place her feet so that her parents wouldn't hear. her. When she looked in the mirror after what seemed an eternity, she was delightfully surprised to see they had left a small light on in the room and she could see them clearly in the mirror.
She had never really noticed her mother's body before. She was quite shapely. Her breasts were very large. Much bigger than hers at the time (though she surpassed her mother when she fully matured). Her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed facing Christy and she was sitting on Eric's lap. Eric was kissing her neck and his hands were playing with her mother's titties. He kept squeezing and kneading them. It must have pleased her mother because she kept jumping up and down on his lap, like a happy little child. It looked so funny to see Eric's arms coming out of Mama's armpits. She looked like she had four arms and with two of them, she was playing with herself.
Eric whispered something in her mother's ear. She remembered mother getting up and giving Christy a view of Eric's cock for the first time. When she slid off of it, the organ just quivered for a moment. It was the first time she had ever recalled seeing a cock. Yet, she knew exactly what it looked like before she actually saw it. Sure she had seen pictures of a man's penis in books and the girls at school were always showing her pictures of guys with hard-ons, but this was different! She had seen that cock, or one just like it, before. Her mind dismissed the distracting thoughts, when she saw her mother kneel down in front of her husband. Her mother started stroking the long, erect prick with her hand. Christy wasn't even aware that one of her hands had slipped under her blouse. She had slipped her fingers under the stiff wire of her bra and was feeling the satiny softness of her own breast. She played with her nipple as she watched her mother's tongue glide up and down Eric's hard prick. The young girl couldn't help wondering what it might taste like. It must be delicious because she obviously couldn't get enough of it. She was holding it with one hand as she put her mouth over the cock and then she started sucking it. Her head slid up and down the long pole. The sight of the man's cock going in and out of her mother's mouth was really very exciting for the girl. She slid her free hand down her waistband to her fuzzy little cunt. She was surprised how swollen the lips felt. She was so wet! Her hole was burning. She had always before just played with the mound and the lips of her cunt. This time she wanted something right inside her hole. She pushed past the lips with her finger. The opening was bigger when she got past the cuntal lips. She never realized how wet she could get in there.
Her mother's head was really going fast now. Eric's face was a picture of wanton lust as he watched her mother's head eating him. Suddenly he looked up straight at the mirror. Did he see her? For a moment, her heart was in her throat. His eyes were back on her mother now. He told her something but Christy couldn't hear what they were saying. Her mother pulled his prick out of her mouth and started stroking it fast with her hand. All of a sudden, Eric got this crazy look on his face as all his muscles seemed to tighten. White stuff flew out of his throbbing prick. It came in gushes. It struck her mother on the face, on her titties, all over her stomach. When Eric stopped squirting her mother wiped the white stuff off her face and ate it! She made a big thing of slowly wiping the thick white come juice with her finger and then holding her finger in front of her face and licking the white goo as if it were some kind of fancy whipped cream. Christy thought it had to be fantastic!
When her mother and step-father started laughing, Christy decided it was time for her to slip away. She pulled her hand out of her hole and stopped playing with her titty. She descended the stairs. She walked out of the house, put her shoes back on and walked around the block a couple of times. When she thought it was about time, she returned to the house. Christy remembered so well how her stomach felt as she made a big thing of opening the door. She went into the kitchen and made a lot of noise as she fixed herself something to eat. Her mother came down and joined her after a while. Something about the way Eric looked when he came into the kitchen made her wonder if he knew.
That night in her room, she tossed restlessly, recalling the vivid sex scenes she had just witnessed. She wanted to go to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she could see that big shaft going in and out of her mother's hungry mouth. Christy's cunt ached so.
She tried to soothe it with her hand, but she wanted more in there. A candle sat on her dresser top. Christy thought how much like Eric's cock it looked.
She took the candle in her hand. She touched it with her tongue. Then she stuck it in her mouth just as she had seen her mother do. It just wasn't interesting. When she put it between her legs, though, the candle became very exciting! It thrilled her as she rubbed the stiff object around the opening of her orifice. She glided the candle a little deeper into the hole. It felt just wonderful. She shoved it in deeper. Now she could understand the joy of fucking! Her idle hand sought the tit she had grown to enjoy touching so much. All her friends told her that if you played with your boobies a lot, they would get to be really big. She played with her stiffening nipple as she began to rub the candle in and almost out of her young pussy. The friction was so thrilling. It was so exciting. It just felt so ... so ... so damn fucking good! She wished it was Eric's prick. She wished she had Erie here now. She wanted to kiss his peter. She wanted to taste his come. Her hips were bucking now. Her legs were quivering as she felt the first flow of her orgasm.
"Eric, I want your cock. Ohhh, Eric, Ohhh, Daddy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Ohh please ... ohhh, OOHHH oooh. ... OOOHHH. IIII'MMMMM CCOOOMING."
Christy never slept better than she did that night. In that instant when she mentally fucked her step-father's cock, she became a woman.
Nothing was ever the same in the house again after that night. Eric had a funny smile on his face every time she was alone with him. Her mother became very cold to her. All Christy could think about was whether or not Eric had seen her that night. If he did, had he said something to her mother?
Christy tore herself away from her memories. Things had to be done. The past was gone. There's no way to go back and undo what has already happened. She went to the kitchen and started putting away the groceries. The post card tormented her. How could she expect Stephanie to be any more understanding than her own mother? If she told her about her child-fixation, she'd be out on the streets. She'd probably wind up hustling anyway. With Pasha, at least she'd have. ... Who was she kidding? It would be the same thing no matter what. Every big cock in his clientele would want to stick his cock in the cunt it could hurt the most! Why couldn't she be like Stephanie?
The girl's mind plunged into the past again. It was raining. She had been coming home from school and a sudden shower caught her. She had been dressed for a summer day. A white tee shirt with some funny picture on the front and a brief pair of blue shorts, and darker blue gym shoes finished her outfit. She had been playing tennis and having a lot of trouble. Her breasts had outgrown her bra and her tits kept jumping out of its tiny cups. Quite a few of the young boys had come over to watch the game. She knew why they were watching and it embarrassed her, but it also was kind of exciting attracting all that attention. The girl she was playing got mad at her for some reason and that ended the game. A couple of guys teased her, but no one really tried anything. She was almost home when it started raining. By the time she got in the house, she was drenched.
She remembered entering the house and flipping the light on to see better, and then seeing her reflection in the hallway mirror. She looked naked. Her clothes clung to her they were so wet. Her nipples were above her bra line and clearly out-lined. They were cold so the points stuck straight out. Even the round circle that encompassed the nipple was clearly defined. She knew her shorts had grown tight around the hips even though they had stayed loose around the waist, but she had never realized how clearly you could see the outline of her woman's triangle. When they were wet like this you could see the split!
She rushed upstairs to the bathroom to dry off. She opened the door and rushed in. She was shocked when she saw Eric's back. She thought he would still be at work. He was standing over the John peeing. Eric turned around to see what was happening.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Eric," she apologized. Eric turned around, still holding his prick in his hand.
"Christy!" he said, surprised, "you're soaking wet!" He turned around with his cock perfectly exposed to her. She couldn't help seeing the large organ. He hurriedly tucked the flaccid organ back into his pants. She realized later he hadn't bothered to zip his fly up. He grabbed a heavy bath towel and started to dry the girl.
"Your clothes are drenched, baby. Let me help you slip out of these wet things," he said to her as he pulled her sweater over her head. It seemed so natural to do as he asked. She had always listened to him in the past, and besides, she was still mesmerized by the thought of his prick. She didn't even realize her shorts had been removed. She just felt the towel rubbing her brusquely. She never knew at quite what moment it happened, but through the brisk rubbing of her back, she became aware that one of Eric's hands was holding her breast. She didn't know if it was by accident, or if he knew what he was doing. She knew she should say something, but if it wasn't intended she would embarrass him. The hand slid down her smooth stomach, as Eric rubbed the back of her legs. When his hand touched her mound, she realized it wasn't by accident. Eric was on his knees at her side. He stopped rubbing the towel. He looked up at her eyes. He was breathing heavily. Christy didn't know what to do. The man turned her so that she was standing directly in front of him. He just looked at her body. It was the first time a man had ever looked at her like that.
He reached up and touched her panties. His fingers felt like they were red hot. When he started to pull them down, she grabbed his hands.
"No, you mustn't," she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. He looked up into her eyes for a second. She had never seen such longing in a man's eyes before. He pulled her close to him, digging his face into her belly. His chin rubbed against her cunt. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to do. His chin was rubbing her clitty. It was wrong, she kept telling herself, but it felt so good. Finally, she pulled herself away. As she did so, her panties slid down her legs because Eric had the elastic band at the top in his hands. The sight of her nude cunt with its blond fuzzy hair gave the man new encouragment as once more he buried his head in her crotch.
A new sensation coursed through the young girl's body as the man's wet tongue touched her flesh. She stood there frozen as his tongue sought out the mysteries of her mound. She could feel it digging into her cuntal lips. Her slit had become so moist she was dripping. The man's eager tongue lapped up all her juices. She wanted to stroke his hair. She wanted to stroke his cock. His big manly cock! She wanted him to reach up and suck her titties. She knew it was wrong. All wrong. She had to get away!
Then Eric was standing up. He rose to his full height. She felt his cock before she saw it. He had taken it out of his pants when he was pressed hard against her belly. It was so hard! It was throbbing so! She felt her bra unfasten and fall to the ground. She moved her legs and her panties fell around her ankles. She was nude now. Eric bent his head down and kissed her mouth. His tongue darted into her own mouth as his hand sought out her young, tender breast. It was too much! His cock; his tongue; his hand on her tit, all at the same time! Her dream come true!
The man picked up the submissive girl in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid the willing girl on her bed. He slipped her shoes and panties off.
Then he stripped off his own clothes. He stood next to the he'd. His proud cock sticking out straight in front of him.
"I know you've wanted to since you saw your mother sucking it."
"You did see me, then. Did you tell Mama?"
"Are you kidding, and spoil it for us? I've been waiting for you to grow up for a long time. Don't you want to touch it?" the man pressed as he stuck his cock out further for her to touch. The girl's hand reached out hesitantly. She touched the reddish skin. She didn't know whether she really wanted to touch it or not. Eric reached out and stroked her breast.
"God, I've waited a long time for these to pop out on you. They are so beautiful, it was worth the wait. Grab it, Christy. Don't be afraid," the man whispered hoarsely as he moved his prick around the inquisitive fingers.
Christy did as he asked her. So this was what a man's prick felt like? She had already experienced the sensation somehow. It wasn't like she imagined it in her fantasies. It was kind of ... well ... it was kind ... of repulsive, she thought. She wondered how her mother could stick it in her mouth.
"Do you want to suck it, honey, just like your Mommy?" he pleaded.
"Not ... yet," she stalled. "Kiss my titties, Eric."
The man jumped in bed next to the girl. His head dove into the soft mounds. His hungry mouth sought out the treasure he had been yearning for, for so many months now. The swelling nipple drove him wild. He didn't even notice the girl was not holding his prick any more. He just wanted to play with these boobs. He sucked one then the other. He ran his tongue all around the white orbs. The soft flesh was like food to a man that had been starving for many months. His tongue rolled around the pretty pink circles that surrounded the pointed nipple. Then he licked the nipple, trying to make it stand higher, harder than it already was.
His hand reached down for the gift between her legs. How he had wanted to get into this. The girl's legs stayed rigid as his finger dug its way through the swollen lips right to the precious hole itself. He wanted to be in her. He rubbed her clitoris. He rubbed the "slippery lips. She was ready, he knew. How he had longed to plunge his cock into this cunt! Now he was going to do it. The young girl's legs were beginning to spread. He kissed her throat. He stuck his tongue into her mouth. His finger slipped deeper and deeper into the opening orifice.
"My titties! My titties," she moaned.
He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed and pulled on it while he drew the other eagerly into his wanton mouth. He could stand it no more. He pulled his weight on top of her. His cock was shooting out seminal fluid like an erupting volcano. He aimed it at the girl's writhing cunt. His aching cock head touched the lips they had longed for. The man pushed into the hole.
"NO!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. "I DON'T WANT TO. MOMMYI MOMMY! HELP ME!"
Christy tried beating the man on the head with her clenched fists. Her efforts were futile. The man's terrible prick kept tearing into her hole. Eric kept trying to soothe the frightened girl, convinced that once his cock had penetrated her all the way, she would enjoy being fucked.
"It's okay, baby, when it's in just a little farther, you'll love it. Remember how your mother looked when I had it in her little cuntie," the man asked, as he continued to penetrate the tiny orifice.
Eric had no way of knowing Christy didn't even know it was her step-father that was trying to push his prick into her. All she saw was her drunken uncle trying to hurt her. Her flaying arms touched something! Desperately, she grabbed the article, a longstemmed table lamp. She lifted the lamp over her head and with both hands wrapped around the stem, she brought the heavy object crashing down on Eric's head. At last the painful tearing between her legs was stopped! She tried to push the still body off hers, but the man was too big. His limp weight on her was suffocating her.
The sound of a door opening and closing gave her new hope. Mommy! Mommy was home. In a few minutes she would be up the stairs. Thank God, she was home!
"Mama! Mama!" the frightened girl yelled. She managed to push her step-father's face away enough so that she could see her mother as she walked through the door. That look on her mother's face haunted the girl the rest of her life. The shock! The contempt! The hurt! The anger!
Her mother didn't say anything. She pulled her husband's still body off of her daughter. She examined his wounds, not paying any attention to her child. Christy got painfully out of the bed and put on her bath robe. When her mother was certain Eric was all right, she finally turned to Christy.
"We will never speak of this again," she said tersely to her daughter. "You will go to your aunt's until I can make other arrangements."
That final sentence of her mother's tormented her to this day. She never asked her side of the story. She didn't even talk to her again, as the girl dressed and left the house.
Christy never saw or talked to her mother again after that fateful day.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hello, Miss Christy."
The voice startled the young woman. She turned and saw little Ralphie.
"The door was opened, so I just walked in," the child explained. Christy thought she had locked the door when she came in.
"What are you doing here,-Ralphie?"
"You know," the boy replied, as he touched her titty.
"Now just wait a minute, young man. You can't just come over here whenever you...."
The boy interrupted her, "I want you to meet my brother. Come over here, Danny."
Christy was getting a funny feeling in her stomach. What had she gotten herself into? She knew she had to be firm. She was about to tell the boy he had gone far enough when she saw Danny.
"Danny, this is the nice lady I told you about," Ralphie explained, as he introduced his brother. "Christy, this is my brother, Danny."
Christy just looted at the boy in amazement. She had gone back in time. She knew this boy! The boy just stood there waiting for her to say something.
"I told you she was quiet," Ralphie said to fill the silence. "She talks more when she gets to know you."
I'm sorry, Danny. You just look so familiar ... I once knew...."
Christy had difficulty concentrating. Her stomach felt funny and her tits were bothering her. Why the hell were they getting so hard! She tried to organize her thoughts. They came here for a reason. Yes, she knew the reason! She would have to be firm. Oh, Christ. She felt something running down her leg. How could that be?
"Would you like to play house, Christy?" the older boy asked.
"How do you play?" Christy answered in a little girl's voice.
This wasn't real. Ralphie, now Danny, were figments of her imagination. She had to see a psychiatrist first thing in the morning.
"Well, you sit down next to me on the couch," the boy instructed. Christy sat by his side.
"No. Closer," he ordered. "The children are all asleep and we're watching television."
"Little Ralphie is right here," Christy pointed out.
"Just pretend he's not here. He's our next door neighbor. He is our best friend, but he's not really here right now. Don't pay any attention to him. Now sit closer to me," the boy commanded.
The woman hesitated for a moment. She tried to get her bearings. Where was she? She was home. Safe at home. Steff would be coming home tonight. They would have supper together. They would make love ... or ... was this a basement? She could swear she felt a little cold from the dampness. The boy, her Danny, was patting the couch indicating she should move closer. Danny was so much smarter than she was. Danny was eleven years old! He knew everything. Christy slid next to the child.
"Now, the children are asleep and we are watching television," he repeated, continuing with the game. "What do you say, baby. Want to make it?" Christy looked at Danny.
"You're supposed to kiss me on the cheek." The boy started to breathe heavy now. Christy bent her head down and kissed the boy on the cheek. His cheek felt so smooth. Danny was such a brave boy. He saved her life. Her lips moved along the child's face until they touched Danny's lips. The boy's lips parted as the woman's tongue darted into his mouth. Danny reached over and touched the woman's knee. He left his hand there for a moment, then he pulled away from the woman's lass.
"You're supposed to do everything I do," he chided.
Christy reached over and touched the boy's knee. She watched as the boy's hand moved up her thigh. She had worn a short skirt that day and pantyhose. His fingers made an exciting sound as they rode up the hose and then under the skirt. The girl's hands rode up the soft material of the boy's jeans. She could hardly wait till she touched the boy's pee-pee thing.
Christy saw out of the corner of her eye that their next door neighbor, Ralphie, was watching them.
Little Ralphie had unzipped his pants and had taken his cute little peter out and was playing with it. She didn't know if she should tell her husband or not. After all, he was their friend. Besides, she didn't want to disturb Danny at this point.
Danny's hand was touching her hot little hole, now. She could feel it right through her hose and the panties she was wearing. His fingers felt so good. She wished Danny would strip her. She wanted him to touch her naked skin. Christy tried to touch his hole, but there was something in the way. She tried to move it, but it was very hard and stiff.
The girl was curious. She just had to see what the boy's hole looked like. She found his zipper and pulled it down. Then she reached inside his fly to feel what he had. Danny was wearing funny bloomers. The stick in his bloomers was so hard ... so big! She found an opening in the boy's panties and reached in. The stick was throbbing. She hoped he wasn't shaking from the cold. How could it be, when his prick felt so hot?
"Stand up," Danny ordered. The girl reluctantly pulled her hand out of the boy's jeans and did what she was told. Danny reached around her waist and slipped her skirt down. He looked in admiration at her pretty legs and at her thing. Only it was covered with her panties. She knew he wanted to see her, so she stepped on the couch so he could examine it closely. Little Ralphie was so cute. He was jerking his little cock so hard now.
Danny examined her cunt closely. He ran his hands over the curly blond hairs that formed a triangle be tween her legs. His fingers rubbed the edges of her cuntal lips and then his finger probed her hole. It felt so good! She wanted him to put his finger all the way in. Her hole was on fire from the top to the bottom and she needed something in there to stop the fire. She wanted his thing. God, how she wanted it!
"Your turn," the girl cried, "It's your turn now. I want to see yours." She jumped up and down like a little girl. She was nude from the waist down. Her legs were slippery from the juices flowing out of her hole. Her big breasts bounced with each jump, even though they were still contained within her bra and blouse.
Danny swiftly removed his pants and then slowly, so she could appreciate what she was going to see, he stepped on the couch with only his shirt and jockey shorts. The boy's tremendous prick pulled his shorts straight out in front of him. He pulled the jockey shorts off in front of the girl's eyes, as she stood on the floor in front of the couch. The height of the couch placed the boy's cock at just about the girl's chest level. When the organ was released it sprang up like a coiled spring. Christy's eyes bulged. It was huge! The boy's cock was big and white and beautiful! She wondered why his stuck out like that when hers was just a hole, but she was glad it stuck out. So glad! She reached out and touched the shiny bright head on the top of the long shaft. It was so slippery to the touch. She ran her fingers around the pulsating bulb. She touched the sharp edge running around the head and then she touched the long shaft. It must have been at least eight inches long!
The boy just watched quietly as she examined his cock. She stroked the shaft, pulling the skin back. The thick, thumping shaft felt wonderful! The girl, mesmerized, just slid the skin back and forth on the boy's cock, as she watched it moving back and forth in her hand. Danny reached over and unbuttoned her blouse. He slid it off one arm and then tried to slip it over the other. She didn't want to let go of her prize. The boy reached down with his free hand and changed her hands so that she could continue stroking his prick as he slipped off her blouse.
The boy admired the girl's large, full breasts in her brassiere. Then his hand dipped between the material and her flesh. Christy felt the prick jump in her hand at the boy's investigation of her titties. He reached over and put his arms around her back to unfasten her snaps. His movement drove his cock into her body. When the bra fell free of her body, she pulled the boy's body tightly against her, forcing his stiff cock into her breasts. The sensation was thrilling to her. She let the stiff rod bounce against her bare breast. Danny grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed them against his prick. He slid the shaft back and forth between the satiny smooth mounds.
Christy watched with fascination as the stiff piece of flesh moved against her. It was so beautiful she had to kiss it. Once again, she took the erect cock in her hand. She held it steady as she touched it with her tongue. She knew it would taste fantastic. She ran her tongue all over the beautiful young skin. Then she wanted it in her mouth. She slid her teeth over the hot, pulsating head and then it was in her mouth!
'Oh, Danny. Oh, Danny," she thought, "I knew it would be marvelous. I love you so, Danny. God, how I love you. How I love your big, gorgeous, fat, juicy, thick cock!"
"Knock knock. Anybody home?" inquired Ralphie as he watched Christy sucking on Danny's cock. Christy let the fat cock be pulled out of her mouth as Danny pretended to let their neighbor in. Ralphie had taken off all his clothes too. They looked so cute, the woman thought, as the two boys stood there with their stiff dicks pointing to the sky. Danny's must have been at least twice as long as Ralphie's. "Poor Ralphie," she said to herself, "I hope yours grows up one day."
"Do you really think we should have company now?" Christy asked, as she walked over and joined her husband. Ralphie watched the nude woman with awe. Her pretty tits bounced so nice as she walked. He stroked his cock with his hand as he watched her move to him.
"We can't let our best friend stay out on a night like this," her pretend husband replied. He smiled at Ralphie as the boy reached out and touched the girl's pretty tits.
"Besides, I'm sure you will enjoy his company. Come back to the couch, my dear." The trio walked back to the couch, Christy holding Danny's cock as they walked. Danny placed the willing girl between him and Ralphie. Each boy grabbed a tit and started playing with it as the girl held both their cocks.
Danny's free hand sought out her blond bush and then the moist little hole. Ralphie was sucking on her sugar tit. He did enjoy them so, Christy thought. He just sucked and sucked. Danny was so much better. He played with her nipple so nice. His tongue rolling all over the orb and then pushing her big boob around with only the pressure from his tongue.
Danny's fingers were searching all the crevices of her hot snatch. Another tiny finger soon joined his as both boys finger-fucked the woman. Ralphie's little hand sought another hole. His finger slipped out of her cunt and rode the short distance to the pink anal hole. His hand was just made for fucking assholes, the girl thought as the tiny finger entered the small orifice. Damn itl That's so fucking good! Her cunt and her ass at the same time!
As fantastic as it all was, there was still something missing. Yes! That was it! In her cunt. She wanted the fat cock stretching the walls of her slit. She wanted to feel Danny pushing it into her cunt! She stopped the boys and started to reposition them. She wanted Danny on top of her. She really didn't care what Ralphie did. All she knew was that she Wanted Danny's cock in her and she couldn't wait any longer.
When Danny was in the right spot, she grabbed his prick and pulled it to her aching slit. She felt the marvelous stiff shaft penetrate the opening of her wet cunt. She felt the head slip past the protective walls and then she felt the boy's cock slipping deeper and deeper into, the fiery hole. It was beyond description for her! In her wildest dreams she had not imagined the thrill she was experiencing. This was the moment she was waiting for all her young life.
Danny's cock hit bottom. It tickled her cervix. Then the boy started pumping. It was sheer ecstasy for the sex-starved girl. All the deprivation, all the pain she had experienced, were all part of the past now. She was aware that Ralphie was stroking her titties and watching his brother's cock going in and out of the woman's blond bush.
The boy then decided he had waited long enough. He climbed over Christy's chest. A leg on each side of her shoulder, he aimed his cock into her mouth. The girl willingly took the tiny morsel he offered. So, as Danny pumped away at her box, Ralphie started fucking her mouth. She couldn't see Danny any more, but she didn't have to. She could feel his wonderful joy stick moving in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. It was too much. She was getting ready to let go of her load. She knew she was going to come really big. It would be like nothing she ever experienced before. All the people that had been so important to her sexual development were fast fading. Eric was going from her mind as well as the horrible uncle. Danny had killed him for her. That's how much he loved her. Steff would just have to understand when she left with Danny....
She didn't want to think of that now. All she could think of was that gorgeous thick cock stretching the walls of her cunt. It felt so incredible. She was so excited, she was slobbering all over little Ralphie's cock. She hadn't even noticed the little boy's prick, she was so engrossed with the one in her cunt.
It was about to happen. She started really sucking on the little cock as she jacked it off in her hand. Her legs were jumping like a pair, of frog legs in a frying pan. She was almost there!
She groaned as she felt Danny's cock pull out of her boiling cunt. She wondered what had happened. She couldn't say anything because her mouth was stuffed with Ralphie's prick. Then everything was all right once more, as she felt the stiff tool search out the hot hole once more. It entered swiftly and went right to the bottom. Whatever caused him to stop didn't hurt anything because his cock felt even better now. It had really swelled up in that brief second. It was sooooo gooood! She was in heaven! Ralphie's little cock shot off and his hot come started squirting in her mouth. She clenched her eye-lids as the most gigantic climax of her life started. She tightened every muscle in her body as she tried to drive every fraction of an inch of that gigantic cock inside her cunt. She bucked like a crazy horse as she rode up and down the giant pole, getting as much friction as she could as she came and came and came! She was so excited, she knocked poor Ralphie right to the ground. It was then, as the final wave of her climax ended, that she saw Danny standing by her side, jacking his cock off with his hand! She looked down between her legs and she saw. ... PASHA!
"Yes, my dear. It's my cock that made you experience that wonderful climax," he boasted. "You did enjoy this big, fat dick, didn't you dear?"
Christy's senses were dull. She saw the little Oriental man, bobbing up and down between her legs. She felt something wonderful rubbing inside the walls of her cunt, but she thought it had been Danny. She really was going insane! Danny was standing over her. She reached out and touched his long, stiff erection.
"A really big cock is truly a thing of beauty, wouldn't you say so, Christy?" He punctuated each word by ramming his cock as deep as he could into the girl's sopping slit.
"Yes," the girl said, trance-like, as she continued stroking the boy's cock.
"It is a thing of beauty." She reached out and kissed the young joint. "Give it to me, Danny. I want you to come in my mouth. Please, Danny, I want to suck your pretty, big prick."
Danny looked at Pasha to make sure it was all right. The man nodded his head. She teased it first with her tongue. All the time, Pasha kept pumping away at the cunt that was supposed to be too tight to fuck with a big prick. His ten-inch job was doing just fine.
Just as Christy was about to put the boy's cock into her mouth, she turned to Pasha, "If I have to fuck a big cock, it might just as well be a young strong one." Then, she plunged the boy's throbbing cock into her eager mouth.
Pasha had had it. He rammed his prick as hard as he could into the woman. He pounded it mercilessly until he could see the stabs of pain across her face. Then he saw Danny tighten up. He knew the boy was going to come. He increased the rate of speed so that his cock was almost raw from the tight pussy, but he felt his balls tighten and then his load shot out just as the boy shot his rocks off. The woman's mouth and cunt were being filled at the same time. The look of ecstasy on her face did not please the man. He knew she was drinking every drop with gusto. That kid couldn't give her enough if he came all night. Finally, it was over.
Danny and Ralphie were dressed. Christy had slipped a robe on and Pasha was carefully buttoning his very expensive shirt. The boys looked at the man. He nodded his head and both boys turned and walked out. Danny turned his head toward the beautiful woman once. Then he was gone.
"Well, Pasha," the girl started, "you have gone to a lot of trouble. Just what do you want from me? You have plenty of pretty girls to satisfy you, without me. So, there must be something else."
The woman sounded strange to Pasha. She was too calm. Too precise in what she was saying. He really wanted to walk away from this one. The girl made him uneasy, but there was still Stephanie. Steff was interested in Steve's cock, (Pasha felt Steve was a real stroke of good luck), but was she interested enough in the man to let the girl go? Then he thought of Jack Denton. He really had no choice. He had a better chance against Steff than he did against Jack.
Pasha told Christy of Jack's request. It was easy enough. She could fuck any cock now. He'd even let little Danny help warm her up so she could take Jack's cock as easy as she did his.
Christy looked at the man thoughtfully for a moment.
"You went to all this trouble for just that? It seems incredible! He must really have you by the balls. Suppose I say 'no'?"
"I am a desperate man, Christy," Pasha warned. "I shudder to think what would happen to you if you turn me down. And there is Steff to consider. Such a lovely woman. It would be such a shame for her to have an accident to that beautiful face." The man extracted a scented cigarette from the gold case in his pocket. He looked at the girl as he lit up.
"On the other hand, I know many men like Mr. Denton, who are quite generous, as I mentioned to you earlier. I am willing to share their generosities with you, my dear."
"I somehow always seem to get myself in situations where I don't really have much choice," Christy conceded. "One thing should please you, Pasha....
"What can that be, dear girl?"
"I find the thought of fucking that big, giant cock of Mr. Denton's fascinating!" Christy almost burst out laughing at the look that crossed Pasha's face.
"Get dressed. He's waiting."
The girl walked to the bedroom to put something seductive on.
Pasha shouted at her as she was about to close the door. "No notes to Steff," he warned. "I'll explain everything to her in my own inimitable way."
Christy's mind raced as she entered the room. She wanted Steff to know the truth, but how could she tell her? She looked around the room, trying to get some ideas, then she thought of the card. The picture of the Rolls Royce! It was in the drawer. Steff would find it. She was smart. She would know! She needed one more thing. Steff should have one in her wig box. Christy ran to the big wig container, removed the lid, and examined the wig. Yes. There it was.
Christy removed a long hat pin from the wig. It was about four inches long with a fancy little jewel at the top for decoration. She pushed the long pin into her thick blond hair, then she walked to the wardrobe doors and pulled out one of her most innocent outfits.
Pasha was pleased when she came out of the room. She had a long black skirt with buttons on the side of the skirt. A high-necked, long-sleeved blouse with ruffles complemented the skirt perfectly. The ruffles made her breasts look even larger and the black skirt emphasized how small her waist was. Christy's hair was piled high on her head. The pretty pin caught the light on the green jade flower that was the head of the needle. Pasha was pleased she wore no makeup. Yes, Jack would be delighted and he would be off the hook.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The trip to the penthouse was fast. It seemed she was standing in front of the massive oak doors in a matter of minutes. She was glad they were up high. Christy had counted the floors as they rode the express elevator to the man's penthouse. She hoped he had a big, open patio. She wanted to be able to see the city tonight.
Then he was there. Jack Denton looked at the girl with cold contempt. A look to Pasha and the unpleasant little man was gone. For that, at least, she could thank the man. Christy smiled at the man and slipped past him into the apartment.
Jack just looked at her as she walked around the room. Christy never felt so relaxed in her whole life. This was her moment. She loved the apartment.
"I have never been in a more beautiful home. A handsome man in a beautiful apartment. What more could a girl ask for, Mr. Denton?" She teased. "It would be perfect if there was a patio overlooking the city. You must have a patio."
The man said nothing. He walked over to a pair of French doors and swung them open. The girl rushed to see the view. It was breathtaking. A million lights blinked hundreds of feet below her.
"You want a drink?" the man asked coldly.
Christy turned around and glared at the man.
"No," she hissed. "I just want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I must have been insane that night. I have been tormented by the thought of your gorgeous, fat cock. You've got the biggest prick I've ever seen."
The man just looked at her. Then he turned and walked back into the living room. The girl followed him into the apartment. Jack liked the act. Not bad at all, he thought. But she had to beg! That was the important thing. He wanted her to beg him for it.
Jack went to the wet bar and poured himself a scotch on the rocks. He looked at the woman to see if she wanted one. She nodded no. He liked that. She didn't need anything to help out. She probably did want it. The girl sat down on a plush chair and waited for the man to come to her. Jack walked over and stood before her. He sipped his drink. The girl reached out and parted his robe. Her hands found the zipper to the pants he was wearing and pulled it down.
"She is gorgeous," he thought. Maybe if the girl was good he'd keep her around for awhile. That is, if she was good. The soft hand of the woman was in his shorts now. His cock tingled at her touch. Then she pulled it out. Christy stared at the magnificent prick. Jack could see she couldn't wait to eat the thing.
"You are the greatest," the soft lips whispered as she slowly stroked the flaccid giant organ. The big snake seemed to come to life under her petting, as the immense head started to lift itself.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Denton, I've just got to loss it. I can't help myself."
Her tongue darted out and touched the organ. The blue veins were throbbing now as the blood flooded into the man's prick.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm afraid I'm going to come, just doing this."
She plunged the cock deep into her throat. The young woman looked to the man like she was in pure ecstasy. Her pretty head slid up and down the giant pole. Christy drank his cock fully and the man was delighted.
Jack Denton wanted to see that fantastic body. He remembered clearly how lush she was. Pulling his prick away from the luscious sucking was difficult, but it was the cunt he wanted to get at. That was what it was all about. He pulled free his bone and lifted the girl up. Christy understood, shedding her clothes as quickly as she could so the man could see her body.
"I want you to see my tits. I've been longing to feel you suck on my nipples. I want that cock of yours all over me. I want you to fuck my tits. I want it in my mouth. Most of all I want you to put that beautiful thing in my cunt. Please make me come with that prize organ of yours."
The girl stood before him nude, her blond hair piled high on her head. He wanted to loosen her hair and see it all around her face as he was driving his cock into her. That could wait. Now, Christy undressed the man as he stood there allowing her to "do her thing" if it made her happy. Then he was naked, with his cock standing straight in front of him. She pulled his nude body against her soft belly.
"That feels so good," she cooed to the man. "God, you are hung. You've got the kind of prick every woman dreams of having one day!"
The man pulled her to the couch.
"No. The patio! I want to do it under the stars," she pleaded. "This is the biggest night of my life. I'd like to do it under the stars with the handsomest man and the biggest dick in the world. It's something I can brag about to all my girl friends."
The delighted man followed the voluptuous nude body out to the patio. She dragged him to a sun couch and pulled him on top of her. Christy kissed him deeply, sinking her tongue as far into his mouth as she could. The man's hand sought her soft round breast. She had to have the softest, yet the nicest tits he had ever felt. Jack couldn't recall ever enjoying himself more.
"Kiss them, Jack, dearest. Please lass my titties," the girl begged.
The man sought out the rich pink nipple.
"I can't stand it any more," she shouted. "I've got to have your cock in me. Please, Jack, put it in. PUT IT IN MY CUNT!"
The man slid on top of the girl and positioned his huge organ. The girl's orifice was slippery enough so that the giant prick penetrated the opening easily. The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his body to her. She pulled his cock in as far as it would go.
"Oh push, darling, push. I want it all. ALL! I wish I was deeper so you could get more in. I love your prick so. Jesus, I love the way you feel in me. Your balls, I've got to hold your balls." Christy moaned as she reached for the swollen sacs swinging beneath the man's prick. She felt the round sacs and squeezed them gently. "You are fantastic," she moaned over and over again.
The girl reached up to her hair. "Would you like to pull my hair down? I know men like to see a woman's hair on the pillow. You want me to, sweetest?"
"Yes. Yes, you gorgeous piece of ass. Put your hair down 'cause when I finish coming in you I'm going to wipe my cock off with it."
Christy giggled. "You are so rugged. You are the stud every woman dreams of. You are the stuff dreams are made of." The girl loosened the needle that held her hair together. She let the hair all fall free as she held onto the long needle.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. I want it all. Please. I can't stand it. I'm going to come. Let me feel your balls."
The man increased the tempo of his strokes. The young girl was driving him wild. All he could think, all he could feel was his cock riding up and down in the girl's tight cunt. He loved the way she was playing with his balls.
"This is it," she yelled. "This is it, you son-of-abitch!"
Jack didn't recognize the feeling at first. The needle was half way through his testicles when he realized something was wrong. He screamed in terror and pain as the needle completed its journey, through both his balls!
Terrified, the man rolled off the woman. Desperately, he tried to withdraw the blood-covered needle.
Christy ran to the edge of the patio. "Let's see how many other girls you rip up, you bastard. Pasha will get his, too. I'm making sure of that." She stood on the ledge for a brief moment. The bright moon highlighted her magnificent soft, round nude body. Then she was gone. She didn't even scream as her body hurtled to the pavement below.
Stephanie was mad when she got home. Steve was a pain in the ass. She laughed at the thought. As much as he had been in her asshole lately, it didn't seem like the appropriate simile. She was mad because Steve had pulled a cutie on her. Steff had nothing against orgies. There was nothing quite like having a cock in your mouth while your cunt has a tongue lapping up its juices. She really dug jacking off a couple of pricks while it was all going on. She got pissed off, though, when someone tried it on her unexpectedly.
Steve had taken her to his apartment. He claimed he had found out something that would help Christy with her problem. Steff figured he might have had ulterior motives, but she didn't kid herself. She was a slave to his magnificent sex organ. If she didn't love Christy so, she might have considered living with Steve. When she entered his pad, though, and these three mooses were there waiting for her, she got mad.
It had all been planned; three muscle goons naked as the day they were born, all stroking their stiff cocks, were waiting for her as she walked through the door. Steve must have made them think she was just a sweet, innocent lamb being led to the slaughter. Big Steve thought it was a real joke, Steff judged, from the big shit-eating grin on his face.
Steff was the one that had the real laugh. The way his expression changed when she whipped the little Berretta out from her purse. She had the barrel against Steve's throat before he really knew what was going on. The angry woman told Steve's friends not to move if they didn't want to be pallbearers at his funeral. Then she told her prize stud to turn around slowly until his back was directly in front of her. Stephanie told her ex-lover to spread his legs out. The man hesitated until he felt the gun dig into his throat. Steve did as she asked. He screamed in pain as he dropped to the floor. Stephanie had just crushed his championship-sized balls with a well-aimed kick with her pointed shoes.
As she walked out the door, she told the boys they could play with themselves for a while because if they touched the door, she would blow their fucking heads off. The brave studs stayed perfectly still until well after her car had pulled out of the driveway. She wanted Christy. She had had enough cock for a while. She needed the comfort of her girl's breasts. She wanted to hold her soft, warm body close to her in bed. Love was what she wanted and that she could get only from Christy!
Her anger changed to disappointment when she found the apartment empty. She flipped the T.V. on as she wandered around "their" home. It seemed unusual that Christy had not fixed supper. Something was wrong. Steff didn't know what but ... she saw the picture of the Rolls on the bedroom dresser.
Something on T.V. diverted her attention. The news-caster was talking about Jack Denton. A chill went up Stephanie's spine when they mentioned an unidentified nude girl's body. As she rushed into the night to go to the morgue, thunder roared across the sky. She was drenched from the rain when she identified the body. She was so proud of her girl when the police told Steff what Christy had done to Jack Denton.
It was as she was driving back to the apartment she realized why the picture of the Rolls was sitting on the dresser. That was Pasha's handwriting. Somehow Pasha was responsible for all this!
The police smashing the downstairs doors open urged Stephanie to finish her business. Maria had stopped screaming, but her beautiful cunt was still opening and closing in front of Stephanie's eyes. The barrel of the Smith and Wesson was doing its job. She was there! She felt her legs drawing tight as the first wave of her orgasm struck.
"What a beautiful cunt you are," the girl shouted.
"I'm coming, Christy....IIMMMCOOOMMMIIINNNGGUM!"
The police broke the door down just as the beautiful, statuesque brunette pulled the trigger.
