The muffled, suppressed, "let's not waken Tess" sounds of lustful fucking oozed through the thin dividing cabin walls as if the walls didn't exist. For the third straight night Tess rubbed her virgin fifteen-year-old cunt in desirous craving for her father's massive cock that was now sucking in and out of her mother's hot hole.
"Oh God!" she whimpered as she rubbed scintillating erotic bliss from her crevice. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"
It was the same every night and every morning. Her mother would fondle and play with her daddy's enormous cock until it rose up in its twelve inch splendor, then she put that magnificent pole in her and rode it to ecstatic insanity.
"Oh God!" Tess came from twiggling her clitoris and imagining her tiny finger was the thickness of her wrist and as long as her daddy's prong. Tess tested her twitching clitty as she eased out of bed. She just had to see again.
While it was late, around ten o'clock, and dark up here at Clear Lake, her mother had claustrophobia and required a night light. Tess unlatched the wooden door and eased it open enough to see clearly the couple on the bed.
As usual her lovely young mother lay on her back in carnal surrender, her melon-sized, ivory breasts hardened upright like miniature half globes of quivering pudding, and her shapely legs bent at the knees and splayed as wide as she could get them. Her mother's face was contorted in ecstatic, lascivious arousal as the half restrained begging sounds of deliciousness oozed and pleaded from her swollen, needful lips.
"Fuck me! Hon! Fuck me! OOhh! Fuck me! Harder! All of it, give me all of it FUCK ME!!"
"Shuuush." Her daddy cupped his palm over her mouth. "Easy love, I'll fuck you, but hold it down. You'll awaken Tess!"
"Oh I don't care! I don't care! Fuck me! Oh! Ohh!!"
Her mother was coming again. Oh Shit, God damn, Shit. Tess again darted her hand to her own boiling, swollen clitty and plunged her finger into the silky, searing pussy wetness as far as she could reach. It wasn't far enough, but it was all she had ever had to work with. She masturbated frantically for the deep orgasm she had never felt.
Tess didn't have a maidenhead, still she had never been fucked. She had an accident on a boy's bicycle when she was nine that had required the doctors to take her maidenhead to repair interior bleeding. She could get two or three of her fingers in herself to approximate the width of a cock, but there was no way her delicate soft fingers could reach the gnawing desire deep in her groin that had developed a year or so ago.
Tess looked down between her mother's legs to her father's huge magnificent prick plunging in and out of her mother's drooling cunt. My God but it was massive. It was as thick as her arm, maybe : thicker, and at least a foot long. Oh God! She tried to synchronize her finger thrusts with that of her father's terrible ball bat.
As she watched her mother's vulva lips concave when her daddy rammed his colossal prong in her and stretch, Tess debated if her cunt was large enough to handle such an enormous horn.
At four feet eleven she was two inches smaller and at ninety pounds, twenty pounds lighter than her mother, but at fifteen, her breasts were fully developed and as large, her tiny waist smaller around, and her hips and ass cheeks slightly smaller but firmer than her mother's. Oh, she could handle her father. Women had babies, and while her father's cock was huge it wasn't the size of an infant.
"I'm going to come, hon! I'm going to scream!" It was her mother whispering desperately. "The pillow! The pillow!"
Her father was grunting and moaning from the effort and working his magnificent cock in and out of her mother's thrusting cunt with savage anticipation. "So am I!" He grabbed the pillow and tossed it over her mother's face, then lunged his cock mightily and buried his face into the pillow-and yelled.
Her mother bucked and grabbed and spasmed her cunt around the mighty cock and screamed in the pillow. Tess could only hear muffled bellows of lustful ecstasy as her clitty sucked at her finger and then spat out erogenous bolts of strength-sapping pleasure. Tess tried to keep the ravenous goodness going by rubbing at her frantic quim. Her love juice ran between her fingers, her twat lips cascaded promises of more, but she couldn't stand the twitching insanity. She stopped masturbating and slumped to the floor.
"Oh God! Hon, that was a wonderful fucking!" Her mother nuzzled and kissed her daddy. "Do it again!"
"Minx," her father chuckled. "In the morning. I'm too bushed now!"
"Promise?"
"When have I missed a morning or night in the sixteen years we've been married?"
"Oh I know, love. You're the answer to a woman's prayer. All right, let me up to clean. I'll catch you in the morning, but early. Before Tess gets up, ok?"
Her father must have nodded. The bed springs protested when her father rolled off her mother, and Tess had to get the hell out. She rose and dove back in bed before her mother got to the door.
Tess couldn't sleep. Her mother had long since cleaned up and had gotten back to bed. Now both were sleeping soundly but Tess couldn't. The terrible desire so deep in her groin wouldn't let her, but Tess knew how to get rid of it. The question was should she? No, that wasn't right! She knew she would let some boy fuck her one of these days, if for no other reason than to get rid of her bellyache. The question was, with whom, or better yet, when.
She loved her daddy, but with him being a police sergeant, it had placed certain restrictions on her life up until now.
"Fifteen-year-olds should be in the house before curfew."
"No, I don't want a daughter of mine staying overnight at her girl friend's. I've seen enough of those kind of parties in my time."
"You want to go to a show with a boy? Go to a sit-in. No back seat of cars for you, young lady!" And so it went.
Of course, up until this camping trip she really didn't have a problem. She never had these strange ardent urges at home. They had started the night they arrived when she was forced to listen to her father and mother fucking. Then every night and every morning she got the pains. However, her personal hell didn't really begin until she took her first peek at them and saw her father's mighty cock. Suddenly her finger just didn't satisfy her anymore. Now she wanted ... no, needed, a full-sized man's cock in her. But where and how to get it?
It was no use trying to sleep. There was a motor-boat on the lake that was making too much noise, and besides it was too hot, too stuffy. She got up silently and put on her bikini; what she needed was a cooling swim in the lake.
Tess strolled down to the lake, then swam the hundred or so yards out to the float that was lit with green and red lights so that boats would not crash into it at night. It was a beautiful, warm lovely night. The moon was like a giant globe in a blanket of twinkling stars. Far across the lake, at one of the rich men's cabin somebody was playing the "Moonlight Serenade" by Glenn Miller. There was a pine fragrance in the air, and here and there fish jumped for reasons of their own. Tess took off her swim cap and fluffed out her raven black shoulder-length hair. Now if only her personal ache would leave, everything would be perfect.
It wasn't a motorboat after all. It was a cabin cruiser and manned by a college kid.
"I seen you out-lined by the float's lights. What's the matter? Can't sleep either?"
Getting the college boy's attention tickled Tess. Her figure fooled them all. Granted she was only fifteen, but her breasts were already fully developed and slightly larger than her frame allowed. However, other than her breasts, she was in perfect proportion, although petite. Tess liked the word. She was very small boned, and tiny of frame, still, she could pass anywhere between fifteen to a twenty-five-year-old.
She smiled and shook her head. "Too warm," she said.
"Well then," the twenty-year-old said, "care to join me? It will cool you off."
Tess knew better. If there was one thing her father had beaten into her head since she was a tadpole, it was to stay out of strangers' cars. Still, she knew he didn't know she was only fifteen. He wasn't bad looking. He was tall, maybe six feet and lean with shoulder-length hair and a sprig of mustache.
He was probably rich. Where else, or how else could he afford such a nice boat? Tess didn't like rich kids. They had all been too conceited for their own good, and everyone else was inferior. She delighted in putting them down. Beside she had never ridden in a boat this size.
"I'd love too." Tess rose smiling and offered her hand to be helped on the boat. "But just a turn or two around the lake. I've got to get back."
He jumped and helped Tess on board, then gurgled the cabin cruiser away from the dock.
"You ever run one of these things before?" He had a nice smile.
Tess shook her head. "Not even a rowboat."
"Be my guest." He stepped from the wheel and offered.
Tess got behind the steering wheel but was too small to see through the windshield. "I can't see."
"Just a moment." He looked around then spotted a three-legged stool. "Here." He set it down. "Stand on this."
Tess climbed up and for the first time in her life felt the thrill and power of operating four Chrysler motors.
"Hold on tight now." The boy was behind her. "Here we go." And he pushed the dual gas control to the dashboard.
The cruiser literally shot forward, throwing Tess backwards and forcing her to hang on the steering wheel for dear life. The boy had wrapped his arms around her waist, and she was holding both up. After forty or fifty feet, the cruiser's nose seemed to settle down, and the whole boat was barely skimming the water.
Tess had never felt such exhilaration. The wind was blowing her hair. The powerful humming, vibrations of the four motors, seemed to cascade up the steering wheel to her arms and into her body. My God! Imagine, her weighing only ninety pounds and controlling something so powerful.
"How fast we going?" she called over her shoulder.
"Forty-five, fifty knots ... about sixty miles an hour. Now don't jerk the wheel. Hang on good. One sudden movement at these speeds could get us both killed." Then Tess felt his large hands raise from her waist and cup both her tits.
"No," she said, shaking her head, "no, don't!"
But he just laughed and nuzzled his lips in her neck while squeezing and mashing her breasts.
"No, now cut it out!" She shook her shoulders, but in reality it felt rather nice.
"You like it!" he said and nibbled her neck just under her ear. "Don't let loose of the wheel or we'll die!"
Tess's head spun. God, she did like it! The wind blowing in her face, the vibrations of powerful motors, his squeezing and mashing her suddenly aware breasts, and his hot lips on her neck ... it was more than nice. It stirred the strange wanting, craving, deep in the labyrinth of her salivating, fervent pussy-burrow.
His hard hands left her breasts and untied her bikini bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then his salacious, insistent fingers once more kneaded into her voluptuous, aroused breasts.
Oh God! Oh God! Her breath came fast, her head became slightly dizzy. What was happening to her? His fingers dug into her velutinous globes and squeezed. Then he found her hardened nipples and pinched pulling both and stretching until ravenous sparks of delight cascaded from the scintillating modes to every part of her body. She leaned back into the boy's hard chest and consequently put more pressure on his pulling pleasure. The mild pain merged with the luxurious lust and made her quiver.
"Ah ha!" he said into her neck. "You do like it! Great, wonderful, you have such beautiful, hard, satin soft tits, you love it!"
"No I don't!" Tess breathed. "No! Quit!" But she left her head on his shoulder and didn't attempt to wiggle away.
His hands once more left her breasts and sensuously rubbed down her glowing ribs to her waist. They paused, then palm rubbed around her belly and small of her back. His hot lips crept up and nibbled her ear lobe. Oh fuck, but he knew what he was doing! She was beginning to tremble, the strength was sapping from her legs. She loved it. Oh God! How she loved it! She had seen her father do this to her mother hundreds of times and always wondered why her mother reacted as she did. Now she knew! Jesus!
His radiating hands dipped. One edging slowly down her belly to her fiery coosy, the other to her craving, trembling ass hillocks. They slid under her bikini simultaneously. She felt his hand glide over her mons veneris and felt one chairing finger pop into her scorching, drooling, volatile fuck throat. At the same time his other hard hand dipped and gripped her sponge-rubber hard, ardent ass globe. She moaned.
"Oh yes," the boy breathed in her ear. "You're ready, aren't you?"
Tess's mind was a calliope of emotions. She wanted to be fucked in the worse way, still, she was afraid she was too small to handle a man's cock. She had seen her father's prick; it was huge. But were all men's cocks the same? Could men have different-sized cocks as women have different-sized breasts? Oh she hoped so. She hoped so. She wasn't old enough to handle a cock the size of her father's. She was only fifteen, not quite a mature woman.
"Oh Jesus! Oh God! His tantalizing finger eased into her torrid craving cunt. Its in and out lusciousness radiated an urgent lust insanity that damn near destroyed her reason.
"STOP!" she yelled into the wind. "Don't, take it out. I don't want to!"
He laughed in her ear again. "Your cunt does!" He removed the hand that was squeezing her ass and untied her bikini bottoms, allowing them to float to the deck. "You're fucking my finger!" Then she knew, more than heard or felt him removing his pants. But he was right. Oh dear God, she was humping and fucking his finger, but it ... it ... "Oohh!" Her raging pussy erupted loving come juice, and the exquisite intense carnal bliss tossed and scrambled her brain. It was more delicious than masturbation but still not completely satisfying. Then she knew why. As with masturbation she still had that terrible ache so deep in her gut. Would it ever go away?
She was naked now and didn't care. Naked with the wind blowing her hair and the boy's wonderful finger moving so smoothly in and out of her churning, drooling, raging fuck cave. Then she felt his hard, searing cock run between her legs and brush her flaming pussy. She desperately hunched her quim down and backwards so it would enter, but the rod of heaven wasn't angled right and slipped by her vulva lips until his burning belly pressed against her ass cheeks.
"It's not in!" she panted. "It's not in!"
"I know," he said. "Reach under and put it in!"
Oh Jesus, what was she doing? She wasn't old enough to take a man's cock, still she reached between her legs and gripped the first cock she had ever felt in her life.
It wasn't as large as her father's! The heated meat appendage was only five or six inches long and no where near as thick as her father's. The joyful relief combined with feeling the cock inside her made her come, and her knees gave out.
The boy must have been expecting her to drop. His encircled arm tightened around her waist and held her upright.
"Just steer," he shouted in her ear over the wind. "Don't let loose of the wheel!"
Tess felt his bony knee move under her leg and lift her weak legs. His wonderful cock was removed from her craving quim lips and almost immediately, Tess felt the boiling hot knob of his cock poised at her wanting hole. Oh Jesus, she wanted it, wanted it, wanted it! Why didn't he put it in? She arched her back and forced her starving virginal hole backwards and was rewarded.
Ever so slowly, teasingly, wonderfully, his fiery cock entered her craving oozing cavern. The magnificent, gratifying lusciousness of a hot hard cock entering, stretching, boring into her raging fuck inferno jerked her body and made her shout in orgasm.
"OOOOHHHHHhh! AAAwwww!"
"My goodness," the boy laughed, "I'm glad you like it! Now, hook your toes behind my legs so some of your body weight is off my arm, and we'll get down to some good old-fashion fucking!"
Tess did as he asked. The way his cock was making her feel she would crawl into his ass if he wanted. She hooked her legs and arched her back and gave him all of her glowing crater.
Even though his cock was only half the size of her father's, it was worth its weight in gold. She felt her cunt muscles hugging and cuddling his firm pole as it slid in and out of her volcanic come-filled cunt. "How big is it? How much is in me?" she asked.
"Six inches," he panted in her ear. "Why? Isn't it enough?"
"Ohh yes!" Tess rolled her head to the increasing rapture. "It feels like a foot!"
He laughed. "That's because you have such a small pussy, honey. Big tits and a small cunt ... with pretty legs and a fine, curvy ass besides! What more could a man ask for in a woman?"
"Ooohhh! I'm not a woman yet!" Tess wiggled for more of the rising ecstatic joy. "But you make me feel ... feel!"
"Come!" he cried in her ear. "Go on, come, Fuck my cock with your tight piss hole, come!!"
Tess had never felt such rapturous joy. His hard hot cock was boiling in and out of her clutching, sucking hole. Her insides were a radiating jumble of insatiable, carnal lust that threatened to blow her vagina, her belly apart.
"Ooooo fuck me! Fuck me! Do it to me! Make me come! I want you to fill me with your body! I need your jism, fuck me!" Tess couldn't believe it was her voice that was pleading and begging so brazenly, yet it was true. Each long stroke of his cock was better than the last. Tess felt her juices running down between the wiggling, thrusting cheeks of her charring ass and enjoyed the obscene, spoiled feeling that it gave her.
She began to pant and gasp from the erotic madness and tightened her cunt lips around the hard prick.
"Ooohhhh damn! I can't hold it!" the boy yelled and quickened his pace.
Tess was so near to heaven. Her whole world was one huge, thrusting, poking, intense, sensuous fog. She had never in her young life experienced such heightened rapture. Her body was a fuck blanket that covered and prevented her being from dissolving into lustful, carnal eternity. She felt his cock suddenly seem to double in thickness as he rammed it viciously to her pelvis, then it spasmed and great gobs of boiling hot come splattered into her raging, craving, sugar fuck mine, and he screamed to the wind and the world.
"AAAAWWWWWWHHHHHIHI!!" He continued to drive his spurting fuck stick in and out of her.
The waves of jism splattering and gushing into her ravenous burrow unleashed her first cock orgasm. She closed her eyes and screamed in unison with the boy. Her body quivered and trembled, her head thrashed back and forth on her shoulders, her enraged cunt sucked and gripped his thrusting cock while cascading currents of rapturous bliss swept throughout her body, and she let loose of the steering wheel to better grip and hold his lean hard ass cheeks to her emptying cunt cavity.
It was the first and greatest, most mind-boggling experience she had ever had. Fucking was heaven. No, it was more than heaven, it was life itself! Why in the hell had she waited so long?
"Turn me loose!" the boy said. "I've got to sit down. You've about fucked my guts out of me."
Tess released her leg hold on the boy, then slid to the deck besides him. "Did you like it?" Tess knew he had, but she wanted to hear him say it. After all, when a girl loses her maidenhead, she likes to know the boy enjoyed himself.
"Fantastic!" The boy grinned, then sort of questioned with his eyebrows and asked, "Say, who are you? You know, I don't know your name!"
"It's Tess." She knew she was blushing. Here she had allowed a boy to fuck her and didn't know his name. "What's yours?
"Roy. I'm pleased to meet you Tess." Then he jerked up suddenly and stared at the steering wheel. "Hey!" There was panic in his voice. "Nobody is steering this thing! Oh my God!"
. He scrambled to his feet to shut off the motor but was too late. Tess heard a terrible scraping, tearing sound and was catapulted into the cabin wall. The last thing she saw was the boy being hurled from the boat onto dry land, then she passed out.
CHAPTER TWO
The light and voice woke Tess up.
"Well now? What is a little naked jaybird like you doing in Mr. West's boat?"
Tess turned her head and shaded her eyes from the blinding flashlight beam. "What happened?" She tried to orient herself. The last she remembered was a terrible scraping sound, then saw Roy flying out of the boat. Roy! She glanced around the cockpit, he wasn't there. "Where's Roy?" she asked the light.
"Roy, huh?" the voice chuckled. "So that's why you stole the boat and ran it aground. You were playing dirty doctor with a Roy." Then the voice became harder, insistent. "Roy who? What's his last name?"
Tess's mind was in a turmoil. The voice said "stole the boat" and before that, "Mr. West's boat," and Roy wasn't around. What was happening? What was going on? Wait! He said naked jaybird? She glanced down at her body in the flashlight's glare. Good God! She was naked! She scrambled for her bra and put it on her.
"Ho ho, just now figured out your big titties were bare, did you? Well, leave 'em uncovered a bit, dolly. Maybe I won't take you to the sheriff. Maybe we can work out a deal."
Tess didn't know who was behind the voice. But whoever it was was scaring her. "Sheriff," she said. "Why? Why would you take me to the sheriff? I haven't done anything. Roy just offered me a ride. I didn't steal the boat. Honest! I've never stole anything."
"Yeah," The voice cackled, "I'll bet you ain't. Anyway, you leave those titties bare. We'll talk about it."
The boat rocked a little as a figure climbed into the cockpit and sat down beside Tess. Tess froze in her attempt to snap her bra. He was an old man! What was happening?
"Who? What? Who are you?" Tess stammered.
"Jason, little darling." He put a scrawny, sixty-year-old arm around her bare shoulders. "I've the private policeman for these here rich folks. I make sure they ain't burglarized or raped or has their boats stolen. You understand, darling?" He nuzzled her neck with his scratchy, leathery, unshaved face and blew stale tobacco breath in her face.
Tess cringed from the toothless, drooling kiss. She was frightened, confused, and became slightly nauseous. What was he saying? What did he want? "Don't do that!" She pulled away from him.
"Don't do that!" The old man was suddenly mad. "What's the matter with you? You think you're too good for Jason? You rather go to jail?"
"Jail!" Panic bells went off in Tess's head.
"Yes jail, damn you! That's where I can take you. You stole and wrecked Mr. West's boat. That's grand theft. This boat costs thirty-forty thousand dollars. You think you just get away scot-free?" He waited a second or two, then said, "Answer me, that what you think?"
"No," Tess was confused, "I didn't steal it. Roy just offered me a ride!"
"Roy who?"
Tess rubbed her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. "I don't know his last name."
The old man laughed. "You been out in a boat naked and don't know his name, huh? Well, you listen to me. I can take you to the sheriff for stealing this boat, or...." he paused, "you be real nice to Jason right now, and Jason can take you to Mr. West. He likes young girls and has lots of money, maybe he won't send you to jail. Now you understand?"
Tess did. Her father was a police sergeant. She had heard him discuss the law thousands of times over the years. She had been caught in a stolen boat. Regardless of the reason, in the eyes of the law she was considered an accessory until proven otherwise in a court of law. She would never be convicted but to prove her innocence she would have to stand up in a courtroom and tell about tonight. Tess shuddered. It would disgrace her father and ruin her reputation. She had to do what Jason wanted, and that wasn't too difficult to figure out.
"All right!" She tossed her bra away. "I understand. Let's do it!"
"Hee hee, now you talking darling!" He reached and cupped one of her suddenly cringing breasts.
It had been years since Jason had felt and sucked and fucked such a young tender girl. Come to think of it, he had never had one so beautifully built or so pretty. This one, no matter her name, had gobs of midnight black hair and could pass as Elizabeth Taylor's double when she was sixteen. Her shoulders were milky soft and her breasts, pinkish and large, as if halves of sugar melons had been placed on her chest. The dark red aureolas were less than a quarter's size, and her bright pink nipples stood up like tiny raisins. Her breasts were cool, velvet voluptuous domes of heaven that promised smoldering luscious joy to the sucker, once he heated her up. And he knew how to do that.
Jason dropped her breast and started his hand down her warming, satin-smooth body. Her waist was so tiny and her stomach muscles so tense and hard with youth. He paused his weather-rough hand on her downy soft mons veneris and pressed gently while rubbing. She was so small, so young, so dainty, maybe he shouldn't fuck her, he thought.
He had always had an oversized cock, and it had gotten him in trouble in the past. Once he ran his ten-and-a-half-inch, and five-inch-around club into a girl or woman, they wouldn't let him go. Passionate women hounding him for more of his massive muscle had ruined three marriages and lost him countless jobs. Then again, it had also gotten him jobs. He had been hired by these rich bastards to guard their property. That's what the wives had told their husbands. Actually, he was the resident stud when their pompous husbands were out of town. Granted he was sixty, but to the fat lonely wives he was a fucking machine.
His gentle circular rubbing quickened the girl's breath and started her wee ass to helping him. He grinned inwardly. He could get them every time. He waited until she started to pant, then he dipped one digit into her raging, drooling cunt.
"Ohhh! OOhh!" she gasped out, and her hot hole leaked come juice.
He ran his finger down the silky slipperiness of her vulva lips and mentally measured her palpitating cunt. She was so small, almost too small for his hammer. He didn't want to tear or hurt her. Maybe he shouldn't fuck her. Maybe he would be smart to take a blow job instead. Yes! He'd like that! It had been awhile since a baby sucked him off. He removed her finger from her scorching, bucking sugar burrow and cupped her breasts.
The coolness of the sides of her breasts, the heat of her nipples, the form, the wondrous firm texture of those creamy-skinned voluptuous mounds of teen-age girl-flesh set his hands and mind afire. He removed one hand and lowered his head to take the left nipple in his mouth. Both hands circled her breast and kneaded as she panted and trembled. He ran his tongue over the pebble-hard nipple and drew her breast up toward his mouth, squeezing the warming, springy flesh. He was getting to her. It was time. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled it down to his rock-hard, giant cock.
Tess had forgotten that it was an old man who was teasing such delicious goodness from her breasts and cunt. All she was aware of was the intense, lascivious excitement as his fiery tongue licked long, slow, liquid lappings at and around her areola, then his teeth nipped gentle pinches on her erect hardened node while his strong, rough hand rolled lustful pressure on her inflamed tit.
She allowed her hand to descend to his crotch and could feel his massive cock straining under his pants cloth. The size of his prick shocked her for a moment. It felt as large as her daddy's wondrous prong.
"Take it out!" his voice said.
She used both hands to free the monster from its cave, then looked down at the threatening, erect gristle as Jason sucked luxurious, demanding cravings from her volatile globe. It was only the second cock she had ever seen. Roy had fucked her but she never saw it. The massiveness of the horn fascinated her. She reached and her fingers touched the sides of the iron-hard shaft, and the slobbers at her breast turned to a gasp as Jason sucked what seemed like all of her tit into his mouth.
She had only once before touched a prick, and the heat and hardness of it thrilled her. She clenched her hand around the shaft as Jason rocked his loins toward her. She felt the skin slide tautly over the sensitive ridges of nerve-laden fuckflesh. God Almighty! God Almighty!
Tess gently placed the soft cup of her other palm over the crimson knob of his prickhead, feeling the oily goodness of the lube oozing from the slit at the tip. The wonder of feeling this new sensation distracted her from the heroic caresses Jason was lavishing on her breast. She twisted to look at this wonder of maleness she'd captured in her hand.
Although she'd known they were there, the sight of his sac and the balls rolling within it fascinated her. The slow, tumid rolling of those virile masses riveted her attention as the ooze-slicked palm of her hand went from his cockhead to cup his scrotum while she slowly clenched and unclenched the fist that jacked on the throbbing manhood. The wrinkling, muscular sac drew up at her touch, and Jason moaned.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck it, darling!" And rolled on his back offering his immense thick horn for her pleasure.
Tess was torn. She had never sucked a cock before. Half of her rebelled at the idea of putting her mouth over something that a man pissed out of, while the raging carnal urgency in her groin demanded she mouth and draw on the tantalizing, hypnotic thrill bat. She shouldn't, she shouldn't, it was dirty, yet she moved from her sitting position to slide down his wiry torso.
Tess stared at the tower of cockmeat as her head came nearer to his crotch. She excitedly admired the rich crimson, the flaring shape of the prickhead. Her fingertips crossed his thighs as her tongue made contact with his slit. A pearly drop of glistening wetness stayed on her tongue tip as she began to eagerly lick with the flat of her tongue from the ridge of his glans to the slit.
"All of it," Jason moaned. "Get it all in!"
Tess trailed her fingers along the length of his massive throbbing penis. She ran her fully wet tongue around the ridge of the glans twice more before sliding her lips over the very tip. Her fingertips held the meaty organ up from his belly as she slowly moved her lips over the entire prickhead. Keeping her tongue out of the way, she moved her mouth further onto the huge rod, backing up, stroking further, each time trying to get it all in her mouth. But there was no way she could ever get all of his cock in her mouth. She was lucky to allow the first three or four inches.
Tess was filled with wonder, looking at herself as she wrapped her lips around Jason's shaft. Why! I'm sucking his cock! she thought. Sucking his cock and the hardness and the feeling and the way he moves and whimpers. I like it!
When the massive, thunderous head of Jason's cockhead pressed against the side of her throat, Tess would pull back, and, holding his prickhead just inside her mouth, wrap juicy circles of tongue motion around it on the way back in.
Jason was moaning louder and his hands ran up and down Tess's naked waist, over her radiating ass globes and back up to her quivering, sensuous tits. They squeezed then dropped down again to pop one lustful, enchanting finger into her scorching, ravenous fuck ravine.
"Uummm," she groaned and burrowed her coosy for more of the goodness. She was no longer thinking of the newness of the experience of cocksucking. All her attention was riveted on Jason's cock and the finger that twirled and teased glorious erotic come-sparks from her ripe, swelling pussy.
Suddenly the spongy mass of Jason's cock swelled, stopped, and swelled again. Tess felt it grow and move in her mouth, so her tongue had scarcely room to switch and swivel around the deliciously exciting ridge or dart in and out at the come-slit. The swelling of the shaft and the thrusts of Jason's cockhead were no longer in her control, and Tess felt her head fucking and being fucked by Jason's steel-hard, boiling cannon. Her lips milked the shaft of the storming fuck-muscle. Her tongue pressed the knob, and the huge gout of thick fluid filled her mouth and Jason yelled.
"GGGGGOOOODDD DAAMMMMMMN!!!"
Tess swallowed the delicious salty chloride jism quickly as a few drops jetted from the corner of her overloaded mouth. The viscous come bathed her throat and tongue again as she heard Jason moaning his release. His finger in her fuck cave wavered then stopped its maddening pleasure as she eagerly swallowed, trying to milk all the come from Jason's pumping prick.
"Enough!" Jason said. "That's enough!" He put his hand on her head and pulled his softening cock out of her mouth.
Tess was mildly disappointed that the whole thing had been so short. Her stomach was aching again and she hadn't really come real good yet. "That's all?" she asked. "Aren't you going to put it in me?"
Jason chuckled. "Ah you're a horny one, darling. But no, not tonight. But that little task of yours did earn you a reprieve from the law. Now we go see Mr. West." He stood and tucked his cock away. "Better get dressed, if that's what you call those couple pieces of ribbon."
Now that it was over. Now that the insane ravenous delight of sucking a cock and having her cunt masturbated was over, Tess was a little peeved at it all. Damn it, she hadn't come. This rotten old man had just used her. He was still going to turn her in. "You said you would let me go." She found and put on her bikini. "What's the matter, didn't I do it right?"
"You were magnificent, darling. But what I said was I would not turn you over to the sheriff. And I won't. But we have to go see Mr. West. You caused damage to his boat and someone has to pay for it. Certainly not me!"
"But I told you I didn't have anything to do with taking his boat. I just went along for the ride!"
"Don't worry about it, darling. You're too young and lovely for Mr. West to put in jail. He'll work something out with you. Just relax. Let's go!"
"But what if he don't!" Tess could almost see the terrible disappointment on her father's face if he heard about this.
"Then you go to jail," Jason said. "It's that simple." He took her arm and started down the dark beach to Mr. West's summer cottage.
CHAPTER THREE
Jason rang the bell on the dark house and they waited until an upstairs light came on. Shortly, after a tall, thirtyish, blond-haired, very mod, very jet-set type dressed in pajamas and robe opened the door.
"Yeah, Jason. What is it?"
"Your father around, Bruce?"
Bruce had a pained look on his face. "You're hired help, Jason. Don't call me Bruce. My name is Mr. West, just like my father, and no, he isn't home. What is it?"
"Sorry," Jason smirked like he knew all along the familiarity would bug Bruce. "Just thought you Ought to know. She stole and wrecked your father's boat. What do I do with her?"
"Wrecked the boat!" He frowned at Tess, then it struck him that Tess was dressed only in a very be- coming bikini. "Well, I don't know." He rubbed his weak jaw in thought. "What do you suggest?"
"That's not all true," Tess broke in. "I couldn't sleep. I took a swim to cool off and this boy, Roy, came by in your boat and offered me a ride. I didn't know he stole it. Honest, that's the truth. Don't turn me into the police, please! I had nothing to do with it!"
Bruce frowned again but there was a gleam of beauty appreciation in his eyes. "How do I know that? Who's Roy?"
Tess slumped. "That's what Jason has been asking me. I don't know who he is. He just came by!"
Bruce raised his eyebrows at Jason. "You believe her?"
Jason shrugged. "Why not? She don't look like a thief."
Tess looked Bruce full in the eyes when Bruce turned back to her. They were cold, calculating eyes, and suddenly Tess knew she wasn't going to jail, but there was something else.
"All right," Bruce said, seeming to dismiss Jason, "I'll handle it. Go back to your duties, Jason." He reached over and gripped Tess's arm. "You come in here, young lady, until I get to the bottom of this."
Bruce closed the door and listened until Jason's footsteps disappeared, then he turned to Tess. "All right, cunt, if you want to stay out of jail, get upstairs and get your clothes off." The words came out of the cruel sardonic face like cutting slaps in the face.
Tess had been subconsciously braced for something from this evil-looking man, but certainly not this. Still, her breath came faster and she began to blush. "Upstairs?" she stammered. "My clothes off?"
"Yeah," he said. "You're going to fuck me my way, or I call the sheriff now! Which is it?"
Tess's mind and emotions were in a whirl. All she had to do was let him fuck her and she would stay out of jail. She had loved it when Roy had fucked her. She even almost came when she had sucked on Jason's prick, so why was she hesitating? Why didn't she jump at the chance? Heaven knows her craving monster had come back while sucking Jason's prick, and it seemed the only thing that stopped or satisfied it was a cock. So why was she stalling?
"Suit yourself, bitch." Bruce sneered and picked up the phone.
"No wait!" Tess threw off her silliness. "I'll do it! HI do it!"
Bruce nodded and put the phone back in its cradle. "I thought you would." He tossed his head to the stairway. "Upstairs. First door on the right Strip and get on the bed, I'll be along."
Tess bounced up the stairs and entered the frilly, luxurious bedroom. It was done in white and bright red, with thick carpets and heavy drapes. She paused in front of the full-length mirror and removed her bra, then secretly admired her full, firm, voluptuous breasts. She knew that she had nothing to do with them, that she had inherited them from her well-endowed mother. Still she was proud of their sensuous pinkish nipples and aureolas, their milky white loveliness and satin-soft firmness.
She untied and dropped her bikini bottom, then dove her hand over her pouting mons veneris with its silken black hairs. Oh yes, she didn't mind getting fucked again at all.
The door opened and Bruce stepped into the room, dressed as a Roman slave driver. Tess's heart seemed to stop and an icy chill coursed through her body. He had a leather thong around his forehead, straps crisscrossed on his legs, brass arm bands around his biceps, and was wearing a leather type skirt and carrying cat-o'-nine-tails!
"What? Why are you dressed like that?" Tess managed.
Bruce had the same sardonic sneer on his face. "For the foreplay before fucking, bitch. You agreed to fuck my way, remember? Get on your knees!" And he lashed the terrible whip at her.
The tails of the whip were made of strong twine. They swished through the air, wrapped around her nakedness and inflicted popping, biting, stinging, pain on her tender skin. Tess had expected to be cut by the blows, but she wasn't. The twine wasn't heavy enough to bruise her, but God, did it sting! Tess fell to the floor writhing, trying to rub the hurt from her body. He lashed again.
"On your stomach!"
Tess rolled and buried her face in the soft bear rug as the thousand wasp stings inflamed her back and ass hillocks. "STOP!" she screamed, "Stop, please, no more!" But strangely, she really didn't mean it. The whip hurt and stung but somehow, mixed within were salacious, lustful desires for more. She must be going insane.
"On your back!" Bruce's voice was rising in pitch.
There was no way that Tess could allow or withstand this awful cutting pain to be inflicted on her breasts, stomach, or quim. Still, a deep dark want, buried in her mind, cackled with eager glee at the prospect, and her suddenly wet cunt twitched in anticipation. She rolled on her back and splayed her arms and legs. "Hit me!" She heard a strange, coarse voice husky from her throat. "Beat me you son of a bitch!" She couldn't believe she was saying this. The hurting, stinging, delicious, erotic pain covering her straining, sparkling breasts and palpitating, craving cunt. "OOhhh!" leaked from her mouth as the blows set her flesh afire, and she writhed on the rug. "Beat me!" she heard herself beg and was ashamed. "Beat me you rotten cock-sucker! BEAT ME!" And the beating stopped.
Tess opened her eyes to a maniacal Bruce. His eyes were afire with a strange weird glow as he fondled and stroked the cat-o'-nine-tails. "You want more, don't you? You like it?"
"Yes," she heard herself plea, "hit me!"
"No." Bruce tossed the whip aside and fell beside her, smothering her mouth with brutal hard kisses.
Tess felt the warmth and wetness growing in her pussy again as Bruce's mouth came against hers, his tongue forcing her lips apart. She coiled against him, lips clinging, and searched for the lump of his hard-on while his hand moved coarsely over her ardent, straining breasts.
Tess felt warm, horny, relieved and comforted all at once. He was only her third man, but she realized that she'd been aching for a man since Roy.
She felt his free hand move roughly onto the upper tuft of her pussy hair. He jerked at it savagely, and she arched her cunt upwards toward his hand. She was crazy, insane. She wanted a man, wanted the feeling that only a virile man could give her, and she knew that her whole body ached for the fucking she craved.
Her grasping fingers flew to Bruce's crotch again, seeking the massive root. But he brushed her hand away. She could cry. Her soul, her body, her whole being wanted, needed fucking.
Tess reached again. She wanted cock, his cock. Her entire cunt area needed the feeling of enfolding his prick. Her titties needed the hungry warmth of his brutal mouth, the bruising action of lips and teeth and tongue. She whimpered but he drew away.
"Beg me," he ordered. "Beg for my cock!"
Deep in the goodness of her mind, Tess was horrified at the words that poured from her throat. "Fuck me! Darling! I need you! I need a man, a fuck! I need your cock deep in me! Right now Please, please fuck me! FUCK ME!" Her eyes were opened wide. They felt like saucers to her. The agony of need flashed from her pussy to her face, all in desperate need of his man's cock entering her cunt.
"How badly do you want it, cunt?" he sneered. "Do you really need it?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Please, NOW!"
His hard brutal hand landed on her throbbing cavern, and she knew that she'd aroused him, that he would take her the way she wanted, with a total savage fuck, the fuck that she'd cried out for, that was about to split her from navel to asshole.
She felt him move roughly between her splayed legs and brutally force her torrid fuck lips open with his fingers. Yes, a part of her mind screamed, that's what I want! To be raped, raped! Then another part cried, Oh dear God, oh God, what in the world is happening to me?
The question was immediately resolved when Bruce's hard, hot, cockhead met the tender, wanting lips of her starving fuck throat. The thick, iron pole of fiery cockmeat battered her cunt as it forged into the raging, slobbering crater, and Tess went crazy.
She felt the scorching prick swirling harshly in her thrusting burrow, and, knowing that her cunt had made her beg for the brutal machine-like fucking she was at long last getting, she softened and caressed the beautiful tool. She groaned, grunted, constricted her fervent canal, and felt the beginnings of a tremendous exquisite orgasm swelling her flaming ravine when the harsh masculine horn found its rhythm in her chalice.
Tess felt whorish, but, again, she felt raped. The whorishness came from her tempting and begging Bruce, and the raped feeling came from the savagery of his colossal cock's assaulting her cunt.
Then the part of Tess that had begged for his cock set itself loose, and she found herself throwing her cunt at Bruce's raging prick. Her juicy, bruised pussy clenched and tore at his cockshaft. The pubic bone banged upward against him, and she threw her arms around Bruce.
The fear had gone, but Tess threw herself into fulfilling her urgent fuck need. The harsh strokes of their joined fuckflesh strengthened in erogenous joy and expanded in carnal craving.
She felt Bruce's hands gripping and tearing at her ass cheeks as his wondrous, luscious cock grew harder and rumbled as if to explode. Her own oozing screw canal was inflamed with an insistent, thunderous, carnal lust. Her womb was going to explode, her titties were going to blow off, her stomach disintegrate. Her mind was a twirling, pudding blur of excruciating rapture.
Bruce screamed and drove his rod deep into her starving, needing hole and punched her orgasm button. "OOOHHHH GOOOODDD!" Tess yelled and came.
Great torrents of exquisite, rapturous love juice boiled from her bucking cunt as Bruce's spigot shot molten jism into her womb orifice. Waves of sensuous, velutinous, majestic bliss washed Tess as Bruce's magnificent hammer spit and emptied pails of torrid jism in her clutching hole. It was the greatest, most magnificent fucking she had ever had. She didn't want it to stop, but Bruce removed his softening penis and she opened her eyes.
Bruce wiped his cock with a handkerchief, and when he spoke to her, the old sardonic grin was on his face.
"Get up and get dressed, bitch!" he said. "Now we talk about you paying for the damages on my father's boat."
"What?" Tess was still in a half sensual fog. "Pay for the damages?"
"Yeah." Bruce tossed her bra and bikini bottoms to her. "Pay. The fucking was so I wouldn't turn you over to the sheriff tonight. Remember? But you are going to pay for the damages. I don't have any money. My father won't give me a nickel. So ... "
He smiled and inquired, "How are you going to do that?"
Tess knew it was hopeless to argue with this cold, calculating man. There wasn't any way she could pay anything. She didn't have any money, except a couple of dollars she earned now and then at baby-sitting. She didn't know why she asked, or what difference it made but she said, "How much will it cost?"
Bruce laughed. "You're a tourist, aren't you? You're here with your parents and you don't want them to know about this. Am I right?"
Tess was amazed and showed it. "How did you know?"
"Simple. You're scared and you didn't say, 'Send the bill to my father as all the other rich, society brats do when they create a mischief." He waited a moment. "Well, am I correct?" he asked.
Tess nodded, then held her hands out palms up in surrender. "I don't know what to do," she said.
"You don't?" he chuckled. "Well I do." He rubbed his hands greedily. "And we're both going to make money. It's called whoring. I have lots of rich kooky friends who will pay through the nose for you!"
"Whoring?" The horrible word chilled her to the marrow of her bones. "You mean ... you mean .." She couldn't say it. It was too degrading, too defiling.
Bruce's lips broke into a cruel thin smile, and he nodded his head. "Whoring. Fucking for money. Sucking cocks for cash." The words were hitting agonizing blows deep in Tess's gut and brain, and Bruce seemed to know it. "Letting wealthy old men suck your tits and eat your cunt. Whoring!" His face broke into a smile. "You'll love it!"
Tess's head shook back and forth in subconscious revulsion. "No," she whispered, then louder, "no! I can't, I couldn't. I've never ... "
"Oh come on!" Bruce broke in. "You just finished selling your ass to stay out of jail. What difference does it make if the man fucking you has paid me money or not? Besides, you don't have a choice, unless you want to go to jail." His nasty superior smile spread wider over his face. "And stealing a boat is a felony. You could get five years if I press charges." He nodded his head in self-confidence. "Oh you'll do it. I'll set up your first customers for tomorrow afternoon. Now what's your name and how do I reach you?"
Dear Jesus, Mother Mary, what was happening to her? Tess was hearing all of this yet it couldn't be happening. Two hours ago she was a carefree fifteen-year-old who was curious about a natural human function and couldn't sleep. Since then she had been literally taken for a boat ride. She had experienced her first intercourse, was arrested, felt and sucked her first penis, beaten and fucked again and now is in bondage. Where? What had happened?
"Come on," Bruce insisted, "what's your name, and the truth. My father's very rich. He damn near owns this resort. If I can't reach you tomorrow, I'll have the sheriff looking with a warrant and they will find you, believe me. Clear Lake is not that big a place. So your real name and phone?" He had picked up a scratch pad and pencil.
"Tressa Grant. We're camped on the other side of the lake at Fox's Landing." Tess just couldn't accept this. There had to be another way. "Isn't there...? I mean, how much will it cost to fix the boat? Maybe I can get the money."
Bruce nodded, "Sure, maybe you can. People who camp in trailers at Fox's Landing have the money to fix forty thousand dollar boats. It could run a thousand, two thousand, depends on the damage. I'll know by tomorrow. Ask your father or somebody. What's a couple of grand." He leered and shrugged.
"Oh good God!" Tess had to sit. "Two thousand?"
"Maybe more," Bruce said. "I'll let you know tomorrow. Come on, I'll drive you to Fox's Landing so you can get a good night's sleep. If you don't get the money, you're going to have a strenuous day tomorrow."
Tess had a terrible night. It seemed to take hours for her to get to sleep and now this.
"Oh God! Hon, Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Ram your wonderful hard, hot cock clear through me! OOhhh God?"
It was morning already and her mother was being pleasured by her father's massive beautiful prick. Tess was exhausted. An aching desire flooded her groin as she listened to the cooing and begging of her mother in heat. God, what must her father's tremendous penis feel like sawing in and out of her own salivating coosy. Would it be better than Roy's or Bruce's?
From past experiences Tess knew better than to masturbate. All that did was to increase her need and give her cramps. Yet she couldn't stop her hand from sliding down her flat belly and with just her fingertips, begin the slow, sensuous, tantalizing circular rubbing of her quim.
"OOhh, hon Ohhh, hon!" her mother panted, "Oh God! HON! I'm going to come! I need the pillow!"
Tess heard the plopping of a pillow over a face then an almost immediate muffled scream as the bed springs paused in their squeaking.
Tess rubbed her fiery cunt faster, harder, but to come she had to see her daddy's cock. Still rubbing she got up and cracked open their door. Her mother was alone. Her father wasn't there! What? Where? Tess didn't understand until she saw the huge black rubber club thing that her mother was pumping into her twitching, heaving drooling fuck-shoot.
The pillow was still over her mother's face as her mother began working the foot long rubber black jack in and out of her pussy while pumping and fucking it as if her daddy were screwing her.
What was happening? What was her mother doing to herself? Where was her daddy? In a sort of fascinating, shocked trance, Tess walked to the side of the bed and watched her mother pump and plunge the huge thing in and out of her hole while writhing and moaning into the pillow.
Her mother's antics set Tess on fire. Just watching her mother's moaning, trembling body, her large, perspiration-covered firm breasts, cupped so rigid and pointing their hard erect nipples to the ceiling while she ground her cunt on and over the pole in degrading, delicious movements of joy, forced Tess's hand again to her own raging burrow.
Tess glided two slender fingers up her wet, slippery cunt and stroked in time with her mother's masturbation. She moved from explosive clitty down her inflamed vulva and as deep into her boiling hot self as she could plunge, then back out, brushing her clitty. Each lascivious stroke amplified the carnal erotic joy in her slobbering silken cave.
"Oh, hon!" Her mother was moaning again into the pillow and pumping the rubber pole faster in and out of her clutching cunt, Tess tried to imagine last night, that her fingers were Roy's or Bruce's cock and pumped her own exalted, churning cavern.
"Hon, hon ... I'm coming!" her mother yelled into the pillow and pumped-blurred with the phony phallus. Tess stroked her fingers against her clit more rapidly. Throbs of sweet erogenous pleasure rose through her and dizzied her mind. Uncontrollable moans escaped her parted wet lips. She frigged and frigged her tingling, volcanic ravenous cunt until the rapturous, exquisite goodness lurched her body, forced a cry from her lips, and poured rivulets of love juice into her hand. Suddenly her legs wouldn't hold her. She fell forward on the bed beside her quivering, raving, bucking mother. Both were shocked.
The pillow came off of her mother's face and the look of panic was replaced with terrible embarrassment when she recognized her daughter, glanced to the dildo in her crotch, and realized her daughter had caught her masturbating. "Oh, hon!" her mother hugged Tess's face to her bosom. "I'm sorry you saw this. You're just a baby. I'm so sorry!"
"It's all right, Mother. I understand." But Tess didn't. Why would her mother put a piece of rubber into her when she had her father's enormous, wonderful cock anytime she wanted it?
"Do you, love? Do you really?" Her mother looked deep into her eyes.
"Well!" Tess was going to lie, but couldn't. "No, not really. Why? I mean with Daddy around. Why would you do that?" she motioned at the still embedded phony cock.
Her mother blushed. "Excuse me!" She reached down and slid the thick tube out of her. Tess had to fight to keep her mouth from falling open. It was longer than her daddy's.
Her mother waved it for Tess to see, then tossed it below the bed. "It's ... well, honey, you see your father left early this morning to have the car checked in town. And ... I ... Oh shit!" Her mother clenched her teeth and gave it to her straight. "The truth is, there are some women in this world that must have intercourse every morning and every night, and during the afternoon if the man can. They are like narcotic addicts, only instead of dope, they must have sex. They have got to have sex. They go crazy without it. And...." Her mother didn't want to say it, but did. "And honey, I'm one. Your father left this morning without doing his duty. I couldn't help myself. I had to have relief. Do you understand?"
"Well," Tess grinned, "no, but it's all right. I mean, you're not hurting anybody are you?"
Her mother smiled in relief. "No love. Only my- self. I don't run out on your father. That's why I bought that thing so many years ago. It's not quite as good as your father but it holds me over."
"Daddy doesn't know about that?"
"Heavens no, child," her mother said, laughing, "and for God's sake don't you tell him. He'd kill me, don't even let it slip, ever!"
"Hey Grants?" the male voice called from the front door of the cabin.
"Yes," her mother answered.
"Phone call at the office for Tressa."
Tess's blood froze. Oh Good God, she had forgotten all about Mr. West's son and the wrecked boat.
"For you?" her mother questioned, "Who did you give our number to?"
"Oh a boy I met. Say Mother...." Tess's brain was spinning like a computer. She had just caught her mother doing something that she didn't want her daddy to know. Tess had done something last night that she didn't want her daddy to know. She now needed money. Her mother had money.
"Yes, love. You were saying?"
"Well," Tess didn't know how to put it. "Do you ... I mean say I needed some money for some reason that I didn't want Daddy to know about. Could I borrow some from you? If you had any, that is?"
"Love," her mother smiled and hugged her. "For keeping my secret I would give you anything. Yes, I have about four hundred dollars put away that your father doesn't know about. Why? What is it?"
Tess's spirits soared. Four hundred dollars! Maybe the boat wouldn't cost that much? Maybe it's not damaged as bad as everyone thought.
"Nothing." Tess happily smiled back. "Just a hypothetical question. I better see who wants me on the phone." She dressed hurriedly in shorts and halter and ran to the office.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I have the estimate." It was Bruce's cold voice. "You have your work cut out for you. It's twelve hundred dollars."
Tess's heart sank, her head became light. "Twelve hundred," she repeated. Good God! What? Where would she get that much money?
"Certainly. What did you expect? You can't wreck a forty-thousand dollar boat for peanuts. When do you want to start? I can get you customers in an hour."
Customers? Oh Lord! He was talking about whoring. No! She couldn't! There had to be another way. She didn't want to ask her father, but whoring!
"Answer me! When do you want to begin? Or do I go to the sheriff?"
"No, don't go. Not yet. I mean." Tess didn't know what she meant but she had to have time. "Let me call you. I've...." She thought fast. "I've got to see if my parents have anything planned for me or not. I'll call you. Ok?"
"In an hour." Bruce's voice was doom. "Let me know in an hour or the sheriff will be knocking at your door!"
The word kept beating into her brain all the way back to the cabin. WHORING! WHORING! No! She couldn't do it. She would have to tell her father. Yet, way back in the dark recesses of her desires a prodding voice kept repeating, Why not? You loved it with Roy and Bruce so why not get paid for it? What's the difference? A cock is a cock. Why not?
Tess heard her father's voice when she returned to the cabin. Something made her hesitate entering the cabin.
"Can you imagine?" His voice was filled with disgust and loathing. "A couple of damn punks stole a man's boat and wrecked it last night. God how I hate a damn thief!"
"Now, dear." It was her mother trying to calm him. "Don't get so upset. You're on vacation. It's none of your concern."
"Yeah." He seemed to relax a little. "Thank God for Tess." There was a pause then. "You know, hon, I think I'd rather Tess be a prostitute than a rotten thief. Thieves are- well just scum. At least a whore gives value for value."
"A prostitute!" Her mother laughed. "Of all the things to say. She's still a baby. She's only fifteen."
Tess could almost see her father's boyish grin when she answered, "Yeah, hon, but is she ever built. Just like you when you were fifteen."
"Oh, oh." Her mother's voice was teasing. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"Welllllll" Her father drew it out. "I guess not. That's incest, right?"
"You dog." Her mother's voice was still teasing. "You do want to fuck her, don't you. Come on, admit it."
"Well, I did you when you were fifteen, remember. And she's a spitting image of you. Besides, there's no harm in wanting, right?"
"Right." Her mother's voice was suddenly thick with passion. "Come on, I'll want you! Let's go to bed!"
"Oh, shit, don't do that. Where's Tess?"
"I don't know," her mother said and there was a distinct slobbering sound as if her mother had sucked on the knob of his wonderful cock. "Come on, let's fuck!"
"Ggoooddd!" her father moaned, then Tess heard them fall on the bed.
Tess was torn with a thousand emotions. Her cunt was flaming and drooling for a cock. Her groin was twisting and squeezing for satisfaction. Her father would rather have a prostitute for a daughter than a thief. She cringed at the word WHORE yet was strangely stirred and moved with desire. What should she do? What in the hell should she do? FUCK IT! She dug for a dime and ran back to the office.
It was cool inside the West mansion. Bruce met her at the door and pulled her aside.
"Now don't forget," he cautioned. "Anything the customer wants you to do, you do. And, look like you are enjoying it. That's important. The customer has got to think he is doing you some good. Whether he is or not. So smile, coo, oooh, and ahhh while they are farting around. Got it?"
Tess did but she didn't need the lesson. After making the telephone call to Bruce she had walked in on her father ramming his wonderful huge cock into her mother. Both were coming so she had gotten out before they saw her, but lord! Did she ever need relief. She nodded her understanding to Bruce and was led into the library where a fat, bald-headed old man sat sipping a drink.
"Well, what do you think, Harry?" Bruce stepped back and waved at Tess for the old man's inspection. "Didn't I tell you! Choice meat! You'll never get 'em any younger or built better!"
Harry was a huge man. Six foot and at least three hundred pounds. Tess was a bit frightened. If this old man had a cock to fit his size there would be no way that she could handle it.
Harry was in the process of taking a drink. When he saw Tess he damn near choked. In his fifty odd years of fucking boys, women, men, and girls of all ages, shapes, and sizes, he had never run into anything as tiny, as beautiful, as innocently youthful and as heavenly built as this one.
"Take it off!" he managed and waved at Tess's clothes. "Let me have a good look!"
"Looking will cost you," Bruce broke in and grinned. "Everything has a price."
"Sure, sure!" Harry didn't give a shit about money. Money he had, but to be able to buy something like this didn't happen every day. "Get 'em off, dolly, and come over here."
Bruce nodded at her and Tess began undressing. It was a show in itself for Harry.
He watched as the fifteen-year-old Elizabeth Taylor, who couldn't be over four foot eleven inches, slid her blouse over her billowy black hair to present two of the most voluptuous, creamy domes of heaven he had seen in a long time. On her small frame they looked like huge satin sugar, melon halves that were crowned with maroon cone areolas and topped with pink raisins. As she moved, both luscious pendulous boobs quivered and trembled as if straining to withhold ravenous sensual pleasure. Harry's cock twitched and lengthened as this young goddess slowly, teasingly unbuttoned and removed her skirt to reveal a ridiculously tiny waist and heart-shaped velvet hips.
Good God! Just one of his thighs were larger than her whole ass. She was going to be something. Was she ever going to be something!
She paused and looked inquiringly at Bruce before removing her panties. Bruce nodded impatiently and she slid them off, then stood naked for his approval. Oh God! Was she ever something!
Her thick luxurious black hair caressed her baby beautiful innocent face and fell lightly over her creamy velvet shoulders. Her magnificent breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was no larger than his calf, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin. Even her rounded thighs and sponge rubber but- tocks cried out promises of child-like glee and pleasure. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veneris that was barely covered by silken sparse hairs.
"I'll take her!" He was panting in his passion. "Come over here, dolly!"
"Your usual will cost you more for this one," Bruce cautioned.
"I don't care!" Harry held out his hands to grasp and feel this lovely. "I don't care!"
Tess stopped before him, and he gently cupped her exquisite matched set of magnificent mammary splendors. They were so soft, so warm, so resilient. He allowed his fingers to bury themselves in the luxurious velvet, then inched to the hard erect nipples.
"Ummm!" Tess moaned, her eyes shut, and she pressed her urgent breasts into his hands.
Harry's cock jumped with expectation as he quickly dropped his head and drew one of the erotic, crinkled pink buttons between his lips. He felt her tremble and moan again. Oh my! Yes! He would pay anything for this. He couldn't wait any longer. "It's a deal!" he told Bruce. "Get the pillows and stuff." Then he stood and removed his clothes.
Tess hadn't expected to enjoy this. He was an old man. Yet when he massaged her breasts, little delicious rivulets of lascivious joy radiated throughout her tender body, and when his seeking, hot lips gummed her nipple she had a mini-orgasm. Now she didn't care that he was old. She wanted to be fucked!
He was a huge old man with pillows of fat and white pasty skin, yet his cock was that of a boy's. It stood out from his pelvic nest a full eight inches and was almost as thick as her wrist. Seeing the pearly white staff with its threatening purple knob relieved Tess in a way. It was about the same size as Bruce's. She could handle it. NO! More than handle it. The way her personal groin monster was thrashing around, she wanted it. Desperately!
"Where?" She looked around. "Where do I lay?"
"There, my dear." Harry pointed. "Lie on your stomach over the pillow."
Doggie, flashed through Tess's mind. She remembered Roy and the boat. Good, she loved it that way. She lay over the pillow with her ass up in the air like a female cat getting fucked. She couldn't wait.
Bruce came over to the couch and leaned on her arms, holding her down.
"Why?" she started to ask, then felt Harry's hot hands pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and rubbing something slick and oily up and down the crack between the cheeks. She glanced back at Harry and caught a glimpse of a jar of Vasoline by Harry. Now why would he be rubbing Vasoline on her?
Before she could figure it out, she felt Harry's huge hot thighs force her legs further apart, then the spongy head of his cock slip in along her greased crack until it found the puckered opening to her bowels! Good Christ! What was he going to do? Her cunt was below!
"Say, wait!" She tried to rise but Bruce had her arms pinned to the couch, and Harry's huge bulk was between her legs. She couldn't move. Then she felt Harry's hard cock cap begin to worm in small circles against her clenched ass sphincter, and she suddenly knew what he was going to do.
"Ohhh NO!" she begged. "Please, don't do that to me! Please! You can do anything else you want! But don't hurt me! No one has ever put anything in me there! It'll kill me!"
The only answer Tess got to her frantic begging was a dry chuckle. Bruce's grip tightened, making sure that she couldn't move an inch as Harry's hot iron drilled into her ass.
"Take it easy, dolly," Harry said, "It's all right. Don't worry, this won't kill you. In fact, several ladies tell me that this is their favorite way of fucking. You're going to love it." Harry grunted, and Tess felt the pressure increase against her anal opening.
Tess tried to wiggle away from the throbbing pole but her actions only helped it wedge into the wrinkled little hole, and she gasped as the first brilliant flashes of pain snaked up her spine.
"NOOOOO!" she yelled from the pain.
"Grunt," Harry said, "relax your muscles. Be passive, it hurts less that way." As he talked, his hands made soothing, massaging motions up and down her splayed buttocks while Bruce held her pinned to the couch. "I'm going to fuck your delectable ass, little Tess, and there's nothing that you can do about it."
He was so calm, so certain that Tess felt what little courage she had draining out of her. What could she do, how could she resist the two men that were tormenting her? God! If she had only known what whoring meant, she would have never gone along with it.
In her wiggling, the searing horn had managed to press into her. Tess moaned and groaned as she felt the massive head ease against her anal lips. Behind her Harry moaned pleasure in unison with her.
"OOOhhh she's so tight, Bruce. She's worth a thousand. Two thousand!"
"You'll pay it?" Bruce asked.
"Shit no!" Harry grunted and strained his glans penis against her clenching ring of her sphincter. Tess howled, her face grew flushed, tears of pain and humiliation poured from her bulging eyes.
"OOWwww it's too big! You're tearing me! OOhhh God! Take it out! Take it out!" Harry snorted and took a fresh grip on her shaking hips. His body lunged forward, and Tess screamed as a full two inches of his long rod forced into her virgin rectum! Tess's wee legs jerked, her splayed toes clawed at the couch as she tried to escape the numbing, terrible pain that filled her along with the penis.
"It's in, shove it harder, make her take it all!" Bruce's voice sounded strained and excited. Tess squealed as Harry responded and thrust again, forcing another inch of meat into her stretched ass. "Rip her open, Harry!" Bruce growled and his fingers gripped at her.
Tess sobbed as her silky flesh was pinched and pulled, but the second pain seemed to help her bear the other, overpowering pain she felt as the long flaming hammer lurched again and pressed forward, forcing the tight walls of her anal passage open, forcing the insides of her body to make room for it.
"Let her go, Bruce." Harry said, "She isn't going anywhere." Tess felt Bruce's hands leave her, but Harry's hands still pressed down on her back, helping his long cock to pin her to the couch like a bug.
One last ripping lunge of the prick did it. Tess gasped as she felt Harry's hairy balls brushing up against the gaping lips of her empty coosy. Tess had never felt so full, so crowded inside of her body as she did now. It felt as if the man had forced a huge bat into her, the tip of it was stirring in her steaming bowels, pushing and nudging her organs about until she was sure that they would never be the same.
"Be still child," Harry said, his hands pressed down against the small of her back. "Lie still for a moment, just let my cock soak in you. Let your body become accustomed to me."
For some insane reason Tess found herself listening to him. She did as she was told and lay very still, trying not to move a muscle. The fiery prong was pulsating against the taut ring of her anus. Tess could even feel the man's blood pulsating through the veins that wound around his long spigot.
A strange, unreal calm descended on her. The pain was fading and leaving in its place a thick, sickening sensation of pleasure. Tess fought against the sensation, but it was overwhelming.
"Now dolly, move your hips slowly, that's right, just a little. Now doesn't that feel good?"
Tess bit her lip, but even that couldn't stop the filthy demeaning words that gushed out of her as the wonderful cock began to move in and out of her stretched sepia hole.
"OHHHH, yes it feels good! Ooohh! I've never felt anything like it before! Do it harder!! Harder!! You old bastard! Do it! DO IT!"
Tess gasped and screamed as the first of many orgasms popped through her. The excitement inside her didn't subside but grew and grew as she bucked and wiggled, pressing her bruised buttocks back against him, forcing the snorting old man to skewer her with his deliriously hard cannon.
Tess felt the couch shake and turned her head to find Bruce sitting beside her, jacking off.
"Bring it here." Tess couldn't help herself. "Give it to me!" She wanted the taste of hot, boiling come in her mouth. Wanted to suck on an identical pulsating prick that was giving her so much ecstatic joy in her ass.
Bruce swung his beautiful, hard, reddened cock to her face, and Tess gulped it savagely. Ah, I've got you now, Tess thought, mentally addressing the delicious fuck stick she'd captured. I've got you and I love it.
She took the head deeper into her mouth, feeling the bone-hard rod inside the glans prodding at her throat. The wings of the glans filled her mouth from side to side, and even her teeth were alive to the slick bumping motion as the ridge around the knob slid further in.
Tess wanted more of the fiery piston, wanted to take the whole lustful volcano into her mouth. She moved her head back, compressing her lips around the gliding lascivious appendage, sucking with her tongue when the head receded. Wanting an easier angle, Tess moved her knees upwards and arched her back so that Harry could pour more of his glowing precious prick into her asshole. Contented with the erogenous conflagration in her anal sheath, she moved her head downward again, savoring the mouth-filling warmth of Bruce's cock. Feeling the wondrous wand pressing against her lower jaw, which was straining at the hinge, she pressed her titties down into the couch so she could move her head up and down on the boiling cockmeat and get more into her mouth with each stroke.
Tess bobbed and sucked, making her tongue writhe around Bruce's flaming colossal club every time the slow head-strokes made enough room around the spit-slicked cock. The sizzling gristle filling her mouth began moving in counterpoint to Harry's luxurious, lustful strokes in her ass. Tess damn near bit down on Bruce's prick when Harry lifted her by the hip bones and slammed balls deep into her raging hole and exploded ecstatic bolts of rapturous orgasms throughout her. Blasphemies and profane begging ran inside her mind, incoherent beggings to whatever gods of fucking there were.
Nearly gagging and coming, Tess felt the upraised cock batter into the tightness of her throat, but she couldn't swallow it. It was too large. She raised her hand and pushed against Bruce's belly to back his wondrous tool off, but he was beyond communication. His cock was an amplified iron piston that was flogging her mouth in a frenzy. It had swelled and fattened and was on the verge of eruption. The same was happening to Harry's elegant horn. Harry was holding her clear of the couch by her hip bones and power fucking her ass as if he were ready to die.
The combination of male musk in her nostrils, of a raging, charring cock driving in and out of her mouth, and the sensuous, ravenous, excruciating pain pleasure of Harry's muscular masculinity burning into her virgin asshole, drove Tess to the edge of carnal insanity. She bucked with her ass and sucked mightily for their luscious come surrender. She needed to feel their ecstatic bucking and twitching of quivering defeat. She wanted, no she craved, the taste and feel of boiling hot jism flushing her mouth and filling her craving ass burrow.
Bruce's glans swelled to her sucking; the meaty shaft grew in her mouth. Long fuckstrokes moved the prick in and out of her mouth, then Bruce screamed.
"OOOHHH GGGGOOOOODDDDD...." Great gobs of scorching jism splashed into her mouth.
"FFFFUUUCCCKKK MMEEEE!" Harry yelled and drove his three hundred pounds into Tess's ass so hard Bruce's cock damn near popped down her throat, and she felt the first of many flaming drops of come flush into her anal furnace.
Each tremendous come bolt triggered rapturous sparks of ecstasy throughout her wee spasmodic body. Tess swallowed and milked at Bruce's cock while twisting and pressing for more of Harry's jerking jism. Tess pulled her head back, leaving just the glans in her mouth, and sucked mightily at it, hoping that every drop of jism she could pull from Bruce's pole would prolong the deep, shuddering pleasure that Harry was giving her. Even when coming it seemed to Tess that her asshole could never get enough of Harry's huge pole.
Bruce's dickhead swelled with the sucking, the spurts of come smaller now, and Tess milked his knob with her lips, sending her tongue to pull the glans, probe the slit, begging to keep the rich fluid moving along the shaft and into her mouth. But the luxurious, insatiable bliss ended when Harry slapped her ass a stinging blow and said, "Ah you're a wonderful fuck, dolly, you give an old man reason to live!" He pulled his cock out with a soft, plopping sound. Bruce freed his cock from Tess's mouth and both men stood up.
Tess had never been taken to such defiling heights, yet, now that it was over, her empty fuck cavern ached more than ever. It didn't make sense, but it was true. Her personal monster was growling and snapping. After all of that, she still wanted to get fucked.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well," Harry opened his wallet and peeled off some large bills. "She was worth every penny." He handed the money to Bruce and smiled at Tess. "I'll be getting some more later, dolly. You're all right!"
Tess was astonished at the money that Harry had paid Bruce. She was sure she saw some fifty dollar bills among the twenties. "Say! How much did he charge you? What did I earn?"
"Never mind." Bruce tucked the money away. "Get yourself into the shower upstairs. There's another due in ten minutes." Then he grinned at Harry and turned him toward the door. "Anytime old man, anytime. I don't want to rush you, but...." He started him walking towards the door.
The whole thing made Tess a little mad. Sure she had a debt to pay off, but she at least had the right to know how much she was earning. She gathered her halter, shorts, and panties, and summoned the courage. "Never mind nothing!" She called, "How much did you pay him, Harry?"
Harry grinned back at her. "Two hundred. Wasn't it enough?"
"Two hundred!" Tess was shocked. She had just made two hundred dollars! She had never seen that much money before, let alone earned it ... and so pleasantly. Boy! "Thanks," she called to Harry and ran for the upstairs shower. Two hundred dollars! Imagine! Now she only owed Bruce a thousand. She would have it paid off in no time. No time at all.
It was the nicest bathroom she had ever seen. It was all pink and white marble with mirrors from sink tops to ceiling, thick white bear rugs on the floor, and frosted glass enclosing the shower. She set the crystal knobs to soothing warm and relaxed under the massaging flow. "My God! Two hundred dollars!" she said aloud. She never realized that whoring could be so profitable, pleasant, and in such a short amount of time. Two hundred dollars! Wow!
"Hey! Come on." Bruce knocked at the frosted glass, "There's another waiting in the bedroom."
Tess turned off the water and called eagerly, "Another two hundred?"
Bruce got a sort of mad look on his face. "Now let's get one thing straight, pussy. You didn't make two hundred. I charged two hundred. Half is mine, half is yours, got it?"
Tess was shocked. "You took a hundred? Why? You didn't do anything but hold me down!"
"I find the customers." Bruce had that same sneer on his lips. "And set the price. Fifty for a blow job, hundred for straight fucking, two hundred for asshole screwing, and more for the more exotic, and get that stupid look off your face. I'm worth it because I know the men with the money. If you were on your own, you'd be selling your ass for a hamburger in the kind of crowd you hang around with. Besides, I told you my father doesn't give me any money, so we're both going to make out on your little wreck. Now get with it, your next trick is waiting in the bedroom." He closed the door.
Tess was angry, but she had to admit that Bruce was right. She didn't know anyone who even had two hundred dollars, let alone pay it for her body. "Oh well," she told herself, "a hundred isn't bad."
Tess was going to put on her clothes, then wondered why she should bother; she was just going to be taking them off again anyway. She wrapped a towel around her clean, sweet-smelling body and eased cautiously into the bedroom. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but certainly not this!
The man was in his twenties. He had waves of stringy blond hair, a terribly thin face, and was sitting in a wheelchair. "Hello," he smiled coyly, "I'll need help to the bed."
Tess's heart melted. She always had a deep compassion for the handicapped, and he was so young and handsome and pitifully thin to be so incapacitated. She forgot all about the reason why he wanted to go on the bed and let her towel fall, and then sprang to assist him.
Rick Blouder had been an all-around boy athlete until he had severed his spinal cord in a freak football accident in high school. The last ten years in this wheelchair had emaciated his once two hundred pound, six foot four inch frame to its present hundred and sixty pounds but had not diminished his sex drive. When this child-woman, teen-age Elizabeth Taylor goddess dropped her towel and started toward him, his massive cock jumped and fattened with expectation. Lord but he had never seen such female perfection, and he had bought a lot of ass in his time.
She was barely five feet tall and couldn't weigh 100 pounds. Tiny was the word and delicate. Her billows of raven black hair cupped her beautiful, innocent face as down does a gorgeous jewel. Her shoulders were white creamy softness, and her breasts were large and smothering in magnificent voluptuousness. Rick found himself salivating at the mouth. He had licked and sucked and fondled many a tit in the years he had been fucking. But none of them could compare with these twin hillocks of velutinous provocativeness. They stood straight out as jello-molded, sugar melon halves. The aureolas were a pale brownish red with bright pink nipples the size of raisins.
Her waist was tiny but wonderfully proportioned and perfectly sculptured. Her body lines swelled to sloped, rounded tender soft hips, then concaved down in a gradual, exciting gentle decline to merge with sensual thighs, dimpled knees, and symmetrically perfect calves. Just looking at this ravenous perfection tied his stomach muscles in knots, filled his balls with yearning, and made his thunderous cock ache.
Her leg muscles were a licentious promise that was hidden beneath pinkish white, satin-skin pureness. Although her legs were straight and full from knee to sensuous mons veneris protuberance, he knew he could almost encircle her wee upper thighs with his hands.
"How?" She was holding her small dainty hands out to him. "How can I help you?"
Rick swallowed and came back to now. "Oh!" he said. "Just let me pull up on you, then swing me over on the bed. It's only my legs that are screwed up."
Tess stood close to his chair and received a lascivious spark as his thin but strong fingers gripped her soft submissive shoulders, and his long, lean body rose from the wheelchair.
When he obtained full height, her nose hit his bony hard breast bone. The strain of his effort caused him to grunt, and an exciting, luscious male-musk smell oozed around and engulfed her senses.
"Now take my waist," he strained, "and swing me on the bed."
Tess's breath quickened as she gripped his remarkable thin-wasted waist, and she swung-tossed him on the bed. He flopped on his back and began undoing his belt.
"One more thing," he apologized with his voice, "I can loosen my belt and unzip my pants, but I can't pull them off. Do you mind?"
Tess had never undressed a man before. It was an erogenous experience to grip his pants and slowly pull them off his hips. He didn't have shorts on! His pure white flat belly was exposed first, then the tufts of his pubic hairs and astonishingly, the base of his cock.
Tess hesitated in shock. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but certainly not this. His cock base looked like her knee cap. She hurriedly stripped his pants to his knees and damn near fainted. His cock was magnificent. It was bigger around than her arms and at least ten inches long and ... and ... GROWING! Good God! As she watched, fascinated, it rose from his crotch like a massive pearly white salami, thickening and stretching until it stood a full eleven and a half inches from his pelvis and was thicker than a pop bottle. It was as large as her father's! Maybe larger! It was frightening. Her hidden ache monster so deep in her groin stirred and wiggled. She was flushing from her aroused desires and felt her quim pucker and ooze want-juice. Oh God! Oh God!
Uncontrollably she reached out and grabbed the enormous prong. It felt so solid, yet fluid, and at her touch, its huge purplish knob seemed to swell and turn a darker reddish-blue. "Ahh!" Rick moaned. "Good! Good! Suck it a little!"
Tess was on fire. His colossal spigot was radiating heat and male musk like an electric heater. She eased her wee mouth on the enormous gristle head and began circle-gumming the ruby corona while darting her tongue over the torrid pee-hole.
"Oh shit!" Rick flopped his head from side to side. "Oh God damn, that's good!"
Tess tasted a sticky salty tear that oozed from his pee hole and quivered at its deliciousness. She continued her rolling, circling movements while slowing jacking the massive phallus. This was heaven but she wanted it in her! Her cunt was literally drooling from need and want.
"Take it all!" Rick begged and hunched upwards.
Tess tried but she couldn't stretch her lips around the immense cockhead. She pulled away. "I can't get it in my mouth. It's too big!"
"All right," he panted, "fuck me then, get on it!"
Tess didn't know what he meant. "Get on it?" she repeated. "How?"
"Just straddle me and sit on it. I can't fuck you normal, my legs don't work. Come on, hurry!"
Tess was in a quandary. She wanted his magnificent horn in her, but now that the moment of truth was here, she had doubts that she could get something this huge in her tiny, fifteen-year-old cunt. It could split her in two. She crawled on top of Rick and eased back until she felt his living club press against her buttocks and vulva. His prick was so hot and good, so hard and throbbing, she had to have it in her. She didn't know what she was doing, but she wanted it. She didn't care if it hurt or not. She had to have it in her! She inched her fiery cunt up his massive appendage to swallow it. She pushed up higher, higher! Good God! It was huge. When she reached the top, it wouldn't slide into her wee boiling, needing chalice. "It won't go in," she wailed. "It won't go in."
"Stand over it!" Rick was panting. "Then lower yourself on it by squatting."
Oh Lord! It would never go in! But her love juice was almost dripping out of her twitching cunt. She pushed up and stood over Rick's enormous cock. Hesitantly, frightened, she cautiously bent her knees until her tiny slobbering fuck throat touched his sizzling scepter. Oh God! It would never go in! It was too big! It would split her in two, but something compelled her to try.
She dipped and felt his searing knob barely enter her vulva. She sucked in her breath as a tremendous electrifying jolt of ecstatic joy saturated with pain radiated throughout her body. It would never go in. Her cunt was just too small. "Shit!" Rick growled. His strong hands gripped the boiling cheeks of her tiny ass, and he lunge-jerked her onto his immense cock.
"AAAAEEEEHHHHfflim!" tore from her throat at the excruciating, ravenous ecstasy as his terrible, wonderful fuck bat stretched and exploded her tight, fantastically raging, ardent pussy. She didn't faint, but red and silver firecrackers popped and exploded before her eyes and her breath came in gasping pants.
"AAWWWW!" Rick groaned. "The head's in, now fuck it all in!" His ass circled and bucked while his hands moved up and grasped and kneaded her tingling, demanding, voluptuous breasts.
The sudden erotic pain/pleasure jolt gentled into an incandescent wanton glow as she relaxed her deep tube muscles and allowed his boiling prick to worm deeper into her. His erogenous fingers were swelling her voluptuous breasts which in turn were sparking and igniting tantalizing lustful vibes from her deep cunt labyrinth. This is what she had been wanting. This was what she needed. She wiggled and squirmed for more of his wondrous huge fuck stick.
Slowly Rick's monstrous, heavenly horn parted and pressed away reluctant pussy-flesh as she could actually see her wee flat stomach muscles bulge from his cock intrusion. Oh God, but it was heaven!
Finally with a quick poke-lunge, she felt her pubes mesh with his, and she had him all in her.
"Now sit up!" Rick ordered. "You can get another half inch that way."
Tess pushed back and rocked to a sitting position. His monstrous cock was in so deep it was actually pressing to enter her womb orifice. She flinched from pain/pleasure and rocked away from it. Good Christ! She had never felt such rapturous ecstasy. She tried again, rocking slowly, trying to ease his wondrous monster into her very being, but it hurt terribly. She had to quit! Still, through the pain, sparklets of pure surrendering insanity popped and exploded in her brain. The hell with it! The hell with it! She fell back on Rick's chest and raised her ass halfway up his wondrous cock.
The thunderous, ravenous feeling in her burning salivating cunt throat almost blew her mind as she yowled from pure heavenly joy as his monster damn near turned her cunt walls inside out in their reluctance to let loose of the pleasure pole. She paused, then drove down hard for the ravenous thrills.
"OOHHHH GOD!" she screamed from the rapture and did it again and again.
His rock-hard muscular masculinity was driving her to a frenzy. The harder she pumped her clinging ass, the greater her sensuous joy. His smooth, raging prong was tearing out her pussy canal, and she didn't care. She bucked and pushed. Squeezing her inner muscles, she sucked with her guts for the boiling spurting come of Rick, and she was getting to him. She felt his hands clawing at her breasts, grinding into and pulling on her harder, stronger. Little "owwws" and "awwwws" were escaping from his lips. His cock was swelling, getting harder, fuller, if that was possible.
She pumped her wee perspiring ass faster, harder up and down his marvelous mauler. Her glow turned to luxury, to lusciousness, to erotic volcanic exquisiteness, and she couldn't stand it.
"Oh God, baby!" Rick was throwing his cock upwards. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth contorted. "I'm coming! I'm Co ... COM-INGGGGGG AAAWWWWWIII!"
Tess felt the first splashing jolt of boiling hot jism bolt into her fuck ravine. It bathed her womb orifice and blew excruciating pain/pleasure from her cunt and mind and triggered the most ecstatic, glutinous, raging fire of ecstasy she had ever experienced. The sensuous blessing poured throughout her body in tune with the lesser come jolts of Rick's prick. She quivered and shook. She thrashed her head and gritted her teeth against such ungodly carnal delight. Suddenly, her womb, her stomach, her mind, her whole body exploded in an insane con- flagration of lustful, erogenous profusion and she came.
"OH MOTHER OF GGOOOODDDDD!" Tess screamed, then surrendered to the blissful darkness that engulfed her like an incandescent glow.
CHAPTER SIX
Tess didn't know how long she had been out, but it couldn't have been long. Rick's massive cock was softening but was still in her tightly clutching cunt. It felt heavenly. Tess worked her inner fuck tube muscles, gripping and massaging the wondrous appendage. .
"It's no use." Rick rubbed her back gently. "I came, you were magnificent!"
Tess's whole body was still bathing in a lustful, luxurious, erogenous glow. She didn't want it to stop. "It will harden. I'll make it!" she said, grinding her urgent clitty against his pubic mound.
Rick laughed in delight. She was so soft and small, and her cunt had been so ungodly tight when he had been hard. Truly she had been the best fuck he had ever experienced. He rubbed his hands over her wee back to the beginning of her sponge-rubber soft-hard ass hillocks. Oh Jesus, but she was a tender piece of fluff! He dipped his hands down the crack of her ass to where her vulva lips were snuggling his softening cock and felt their warm, slippery love juice that was oozing from her grinding honey pot. Her cunt lips were as soft as moss down yet as alive and eager as the child-woman she was. His cock was hardening again!
"See!" Tess ground her wee, burning pussy against him in desperate urgency. "It's hardening, it's coming up ... ohhh!" She quivered.
Rick wished he could get on top of his warm woman-child. That was the only thing he missed in fucking. To lie full length on a panting, clawing, boiling hot woman as he poured his raging throbbing cock into her craving cunt. Or to hook her legs over his shoulders and to mash and knead her tits as he slowly drove her crazy with his slow tantalizing long strokes. Oh shit! He was as hard as a tire iron, and her scorching chalice was caressing salacious glorious exertions of elegant lust from his now aroused scepter.
"Set on it," he said, "so I can feel your lovely tits at the same time."
Tess worked her legs to a kneeling position then sat back hard on his prong. He reached up and grabbed her warm, slightly damp with perspiration, voluptuous domes of desire. Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Her velutinous breasts were trembling with lascivious ripeness. Her pink nipples were hard and erect and seemed to bore into the palms of his hands. His cock was full depth into her gently squeezing, gently massaging, fiery, ungodly tight cavern, and she was rocking her tender ass slightly to give motion and bliss to his fuck stick. Oh God! Oh God! he could feel his balls rumbling and stirring as the blazing hot labyrinth of her downy soft moist cunt cave slowly mashed and rubbed his swelling volatile cockhead. He was going to come. She was making him come! Oohh SSHHHIITTTT! He mashed on her sparking breasts and prayed she would hurry her tantalizing, teasing, torturous twisting.
Tess was in a continuous radiating erotic heaven. Rick's huge cock was touching and pressing her womb orifice. His cock wasn't large enough to enter her womb and she was glad. With just his massive head brushing and poking her inner womb mystery, great bolts of majestic salacious defilement sparked throughout her body that caused her belly, her cunt, her ass, her whole self to jelly into an insistent carnal insanity. Oh God! But she wanted his cock to tear into her womb. And yet, she knew she couldn't stand it, wouldn't be able to stand it, and would surely die.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and pictures of her father's massive cock locked into her pussy and doing this fucking were parading across her brain. Her father's cock would feel like this. No! Her father's cock would feel better. Much better because he would have her pinned beneath him and would be driving, driving, driving his wondrous tool into her stretching, clinging, wanting hole. His breath would be panting into her face. She would be able to feel his sweat and smell his scintillating male musk odor as his eyes glassed over from the deliciousness of her cunt and the twitching of her ass.
"Oh Daddy!" she moaned and wiggled her soft, drooling cunt over Rick's prong. "OHH DADDY!" she bellowed out of her mouth as Rick's cock caught and held her womb orifice for just a fraction of a second and sent ravenous come sparks radiating throughout her being.
She couldn't fight off the tremendous urge to impale herself on his exquisite, swelling, explosive cannon. In agony she rocked her clitty back and positioned his massive appendage on the center of her fervent womb orifice. One quick squat, one downward plunge and she would experience excruciating heaven or terrible hell. But she couldn't force herself to try.
"Oh! I'm coming!" Rick's fingers brutalized both her fervent globes. "Move! Wiggle!" His eyes were squeezed shut in agony, and he managed to raise his pelvis upward an inch or two. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
The fullness of his massive cock in her raging cunt burrow, the urgency of his voice, the insane, amplifying, ravenous staccato of sensuous rapture that was flooding her mind, her body, blew away all caution and reason from Tess's intelligence. She positioned her throbbing, demanding cunt over his swelling, rigid cock and bore down hard on the wonderful horn.
The head of Rick's enormous spigot lay against her womb orifice.
"OOOHHHH FUUUCCCKKK!" Rick bellowed. He grit and ground his teeth and his colossal cock reared and belched cups of sizzling hot jism directly into her womb.
Tess's mind, her body, her very being, exploded into a carnal, cannibal, erotic rapture of excruciating pain and unholy joy. With each bolt of the charring jism that was splashing into her womb came thunderous waves of hurt and exquisite bliss. His cock wasn't in her womb. The immense head was just stretching and tearing her soul from her body, still she couldn't back away. The flaming love fluid so deep in her body bathed her brain with an insatiable, glutinous desire of delirious ecstasy. She didn't move, couldn't move, lest she lose the most tremendous ungodly moment of her young, tender life.
Rick's hands were twisting and mashing into her disintegrated radiating tits, and she didn't care. His massive cockhead was still spitting and jerking rivulets of jism into her body. Oh God! Oh God! It couldn't possibly get any better ... but it did! Suddenly the most magnificent, raging, exquisite feeling of insane volcanic bliss engulfed her. It blew out her life's awareness and transformed her into a semi-solid mass of lascivious, carnal, erotic rapture.
"AAHHHHEEEIIin!" She heard herself screaming and knew her urgent demanding ass was rolling and pressing against his spurting spigot, but she had no control nor cared a fuck. It was an orgasm heaven and the closest she had ever come to dying. Her body was trembling, her mouth open, screaming and drooling ... and her wee ass was almost frenzied over Rick's dwindling come bolts.
"ENOUGH!" Rick yelled and pushed on her thrashing, gyrating breasts. "STOP! STOPPP! I can't stand it!"
His shoving broke her cunt lips grip on the base of his cock, and she backed an inch or two, just enough for his softening glans penis to slip out. The cock loss so deep in her belly removed the blinding, erotic rapture and brought her back to sanity.
"Oh God!" Tess gasped for breath, then fell heavily on Rick's chest. "I've never ... never been ... fucked like that ... before!"
Rick's cock was slowly softening and drawing out. "Neither have I," he said and gently rubbed her back. "But I am done now ... get off!"
Tess was completely spent. She managed to roll off of Rick but needed rest before assisting him. She closed her eyes and fell immediately into a tranquil darkness. Bruce's harsh voice woke her up.
"Come on, God damn it, wake up and give me a hand." Bruce was struggling to get pants over Rick's dead legs. When he saw her eyes open he said, "Let's go it's almost two o'clock, there's another waiting for you in my bedroom. What the hell took you so long?"
"I came twice," Rick grinned, "and never took it out!" There was wonder in his voice, "She's the first woman I've ever done that with."
Bruce sneered. "Good," he said. "That will cost you double. Come on, cunt, give me a hand here. You're keeping the lady waiting."
Tess didn't understand. "Lady? What lady?" She helped pull up Rick's pants.
"The one that is waiting for you, dummy! Get on, get a shower and get in there. I'll finish up here." Tess crawled out of bed and went into the sparkling tiled bathroom in complete confusion. What in the world was Bruce talking about? Why would a lady be waiting for her? What could she do for a woman? Then she remembered conversations she had overheard at school when some of the wilder girls talked about pillow parties. They sucked each other! Oh Lord, she couldn't do that! She couldn't put her mouth on another woman's pee hole. Tess shivered from the revolting, nauseous thought. No! It had to be something else.
Tess relaxed under the cool soft water and put her mind on better things. Her insatiable monster so deep in her groin had been slain by Rick's magnificent eleven inch cock. Now, in the shower, she felt as if she were in a grateful, gratifying, incandescent fog with no urgent desires for fucking yet not opposed to the deliciousness if it came about. She soaped her hard satin, suntanned body and again marveled at the size and joy of her firm young breasts. She was bigger than any girl in her class. Bigger than any girl in the school in proportion to her body size and weight. She lathered Rick's sweat off her pink raisin nipples and felt them harden and strain from her caresses. A scintillating shiver trembled through her, and she felt her quim twitch. Oh my! Oh my! There was a lady waiting for her. Tess hurried her bath.
Tess was prepared for the worst when she walked into Bruce's bedroom. She had read about women who only liked other women. They were called lesbians and were really a man in looks and dress. They did their hair in mannish cuts, wore men's clothing and were homely and tough talking. Tess almost fainted when she saw Rachael smiling and smoking in the bedroom.
"Ah, excuse me." Tess started to back out of the room. "I didn't know you were here. Sorry, I have the wrong room." Tess was thrilled and embarrassed all at the same time. She had heard rumors that this famous movie star lived in the area of Clear Lake, but nobody had ever actually seen her. Yet, here she was. Tess stumbled in her awe of the world's greatest sex symbol.
Rachael shook her head and frowned in amusement; there was a tingle in the famous seductive voice. "No, no, dear! Come back. You have the right room." Then she looked at Tess with her smothering dark eyes.
Tess stopped in amazement. This couldn't be happening. This beautiful, sexy, voluptuous movie star, with her shoulder-length billowy black hair, her sensual Grecian goddess face, her enormous breasts, unreal tiny waist, heart-shaped carnal hips with volcanic bumble bee ass hillocks and almost lustfully long, provocative legs couldn't be a lesbian. This absolute perfection of erogenous womanhood, who was envied by every woman and desired by every man just couldn't be queer and waiting for her. Still Tess thought she detected a hungry glow burning deep in Rachael's dark brown eyes. Tess allowed her towel to fall from her nude body and waited for a reaction.
Rachael laughed again, tossed her waves of hair, then smiled. "You're a wise one for so young, dear. Well, I'm paying for you. Come undress me while I feel your luscious large breasts and fondle your glorious clitty." She held out her long, smooth arms in welcome.
Tess went to this dark-haired, dark-eyed world beauty as if in a dream. She couldn't be a lesbian, just couldn't be, yet had to be. Why? Why? What had happened? If something so beautiful was queer, maybe she, herself, would turn lesbian ... maybe it was catching! Maybe? Then Rachael's soft eager hands comforted her breasts, and she reached to reciprocate.
Tess had never deliberately felt another woman's breasts. She had never had the desire. But now, with her small hands fondling Rachael's huge globes through her dress, she suddenly wanted to have them naked. She leaned forward and reached around Rachael for the dress snaps.
Rachel dipped her hot hands down and around Tess's straining body and clutched handfuls of her young firm ass cheeks while at the same time darting her boiling, searing tongue on her neck. Tess's knees lost their strength, and she fell against the older woman.
"Oh darling," Rachael moaned in Tess's neck. "You're so eager to learn, so inexperienced, I'll do it. I'll do it!" She pushed Tess away and almost clawed her clothes from her perfectly proportioned body. When she finished, she was panting. "On the bed, darling." her voice was suddenly hoarse. "Hurry, I need you. It's been so long."
Tess leaped on the bed and lay on her back. Rachael lay beside her and rested one fiery hand on her breast. The caress made Tess quiver. "Oh Miss!" Tess started but Rachael broke in.
"Don't say anything, darling." Tess felt the smooth flesh of Rachael's body press against hers and couldn't hide a nervous jerk of her legs. "It's going to be heavenly, sweet, just relax and let Rachael show you. Try not to think, just let yourself feel what I do to you."
An involuntary gasp slipped out of Tess as she felt Rachael's searching hand dart between her legs and squeeze the drooling, folds of her vulva together and mash her slick tissues against her rigid love knot. "OOOOhh no! Please don't!" Tess whimpered, but even as she protested, her thighs splayed apart, making more room for Rachael's unnatural caress. "I didn't ... I didn't think you were ... "
Rachael laughed and wiggled even closer to, her. "You mean you never thought I was queer, a lesbian. Me! A sex goddess?"
Tess flushed with embarrassment but nodded, then wiggled uncomfortably as Rachael's finger parted her labia and slipped into her.
"I'm not," Rachael panted in Tess's neck. "But after God knows how many men drool and pant over my silicon tits, legs, and ass, by the time they get their cocks in me, they come long before I do. Damn men and their imaginations. I get so frustrated I have to have a woman to clean out my tubes."
Rachael's finger was doing wondrous things in her cunt. Tess tried to control herself. She didn't understand. "Silicon? Men coming? Clean your tubes? I don't understand. OOHhhh!" She moaned from the deliciousness of Rachael's finger.
"It's simple, dear." Rachael was nuzzling her neck. "I wasn't born with this body. Everything is silicon implants and the damn men and their imagination get so hot fondling me, they come on the first lunge. I never get a chance to orgasm." She twirled her fingers again in Tess's cunt and caused Tess to buck from the radiating, tantalizing, erotic jolts of ecstasy. "But you're going to make me come, dear. You're going to eat me!"
Tess heard and wanted to protest. It was an ugly, disgusting thought, but Rachael dipped her head and mouthed one of Tess's erect, hardened nipples and applied a maddening, soul-destroying suction! "OOHHhh ... yes! No!" Rachael's finger inside of her steaming slot began to work in sharp, demanding circles, and the double sensation killed any protest Tess had in mind.
Rachael's searing hot, wet lips made a lurid, smacking sound when she pulled away from Tess's tingling nipple. Tess glanced down and shuddered when she saw the wet ring of Rachael's saliva on her fervent breast. There was a terrible, overpowering lust growing up in her. She tried, she really did, but despite the fact that this was a perversion, Tess couldn't keep from responding.
"Oh, it's nice to suck on lovely tits again," Rachael whispered as she pulled Tess's head toward her and their lips closed together. The touch of their wet, raging tongues sent sparks of insatiable carnal desire all the way down to Tess's stretching toes! She groaned as Rachael's fingers twirled and worked inside of her, she couldn't stop her hands as they shyly moved toward Rachael. One hand caressed the back of Rachael's neck while the other found, then hesitantly began to massage and squeeze her pointed, voluptuous, throbbing lovelies.
God Almighty! Tess quivered at the goodness in roaming her fingers over the silky flesh of another woman's breast, even if they were silicon; how it pleased her when the awkward action of her hand made this world famous sex goddess moan and squirm with desire!
"Oh shit!" Rachael grunted. "I've got to eat you!" And she started down Tess's urgent, aroused body.
Tess had never felt anything quite so ravenously lustful. Rachael's charring tongue danced and darted to Tess's straining nipple. Tess's body jerked free of the bed in her greed for more ... but then it left. Slowly Rachael worked down Tess's straining, quivering, expectant, eager body. She pulled away from the agitated nipple and concentrated on the fat of the breast hillocks, they went down to her virgin bellybutton. Oh God!
Then on down her belly to her wet mons veneris. Then Rachael changed positions. Tess closed her eyes and forced herself to lie passively as Rachael slipped down between her thighs. She could feel Rachael's arm brushing against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, feel the muscles in her legs working as they were lifted and parted until they lay hooked over Rachael's shoulders. Warm puffs of breath stirred the damp hairs of her clitty, and then Tess screamed as she felt the hot point of a fervent tongue force its way into her and begin to lap at her clitoris!
"OOOOHHHHHHH N...." Tess moaned, her eyes popped open and she stared down in open-mouthed horror as she watched Rachael's head bob over her jerking pelvic area. Then Tess sighed and squealed as Rachael's flaming tongue worked in dizzy circles over the explosive tip of her fuck button!!
Tess could feel an orgasm building up inside of her, in spite of the terrible thing that was happening to her. She squeezed her eyelids shut in an attempt to will away the rising luscious goodness, but it was no use.
The bed creaked as Tess's supine frame bounced on the mattress in abandoned rapture. A seething turbulence seized her, holding her nervous system captive. Her hands reached out and clutched at the bed sheets. She grasped the sheets in tight fists. Tess rocked her head from side to side as tremendous sensuous groans rolled from her lips.
Her shoulders dug into the mattress as she arched her back. The shapely hillocks of her ass frozen in midair. She tumbled her hips, shifting her pelvis in a series of erratic gymnastics. Her ass bucked in several quick jerks. Then her crotch squirmed in carnal lust, followed by urgent quick jerks.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" She gasped in a hoarse, frantic demand. "Suck my cunt! Eat my cunt! Don't ... don't ... stop!" Her body shook with frenzied animation, punctuating her speech.
Grunts of expended effort rumbled in her throat. The twin voluptuous, explosive globes on her chest jiggled in a grotesque dance as she breathed in rapid gasps. "FFFUUUCCCKKKK!" The exertion of her ardent movements caused her to sweat. A frantic desperation dominated her quasi-coital thrusts.
An orgasm was expanding inside the bowels of her cunt. Any moment, it would explode with the raging force of a libidinous typhoon. Then it struck! Tess felt the violent quakes of a gigantic, rapturous orgasm as the orgasmic force broke on her twat surf.
Tess was in an insane fuck heaven. "Oh suck my cunt! Suck me dry!"
Rachael shifted her mouth to cover Tess's entire quim so she could siphon all of Tess's love come with a strong suction. Tess could feel her orgasm bliss being drained out of her.
"Ooohh!" she cooed. "That's heaven, that's ssooo ggooooodd!" It was a groan of exquisite ecstasy.
Rachael released her oral grip on Tess's cunt. She looked up with a grin. Her chin glistened with the residue of Tess's come.
"My turn, dear, now you eat me!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tess was in a velutinous, salacious, fuck-craving heaven. The idea of eating Rachael's glowing hot, drooling pussy released the demon in her belly and salivated her mouth. She wanted too! Oh Jesus, but she wanted too!
Rachael had disentangled herself from Tess's thighs and was now lying full length beside her. Tess looked at the world beauty and was in awe.
Rachael was tall, maybe five feet seven inches and weighed a perfect one hundred twenty six pounds. Her thick, wavy, black hair cascaded around her Grecian beauty face like an enchanting, lustrous pillow. Her neck was long, milky white, and slender. Her shoulders were square and depthless in their exquisiteness. As Tess dipped her head over the goddess, a fragrance of exotic expensive perfume tingled her nostrils and the nearness of Rachael's enormous, sponge-rubber soft breasts caused Tess's tongue to ache.
Tess had never sucked on another woman's breast. Tess puckered her lips and gently, almost timidly, drew one of the pink rosebuds into her mouth. OOhhh! A captivating spasm of delight twitched through her. She raised her hands and clutched into the velvet warm goodness. Tess mashed on the elegant perspiration-glistening globe and tried to get all of the scintillating mass into her suddenly aroused mouth. Lord, but it was good!
Tess tasted the salty warm sweat of Rachael's tit and felt the older woman's quivering, ravenous twitches and jerks of intensifying eroticism. Tess was doing it! She was pleasing her ideal of sensuous womanhood. Tess caught the hardened nipple between tongue and roof of her mouth and pulled it outward. Rachael moaned and writhed in libidinous lust.
"Play with me!" Rachael begged. "Put your finger in me!"
Tess stole a hand away from the trembling silken mass of breast and explored down the inflamed, velutinous body. It was like rubbing a radiating ungodly soft baby's ass. The skin was resilient yet tender and seemed to cover an inner raging volcano. Tess squeezed and mashed the firm belly skin as if she could somehow capture the hidden intense lustfulness and transmit it to her own craving cunt.
"Oohh Shitttt!" Rachael moaned from panting lips. "Do it! Do it! Put it in!"
But for some sadistic reason, Tess delayed. Her own vagina was pulsing and leaking lubrication from the delight she was heaping on Rachael. Besides, she knew how Rachael felt. So many, many times she had lain and listened to her father pour his wonderful cock into her mother and had wished his cock were in her. She mashed again then slid her hand down the craving body.
"Ohhh!" Rachael blubbered and spasmed her quim in orgasm as Tess slipped her wee exploring finger into the burning cavern.
Tess bit down hard on the miniature phallus as the heat and wetness of Rachael's fervent cunt reached her senses. It was the first time Tess had ever put her finger into another woman. The slick, soft aliveness of Rachael's raging coosy made Tess quiver in carnal lustfulness. It was like stirring a grasping, boiling labyrinth of writhing deliciousness.
Tess felt and stroked the radiating burrow and thrilled as Rachael's breath panted with submissive, urgent passion. Slowly Rachael was lifting her heated crater and splaying her wondrously satin legs for more of Tess's tantalizing finger. Tess was enjoying herself. She was pleasing the world's love goddess. Then suddenly, without warning or suspicion an insatiable, intense, demanding craving possessed her being, and Tess wanted to bury her mouth, her nose, her face into the fiery fuck furnace. She released the hard nipple and started down Rachael's body, nibbling great bobs of fervent, eager flesh as she traveled to Rachael's enchanting fuck nest.
Tess paused over the pulsating, slightly agape, woman-lust fragrant hole then darted her eager tongue into the hot drooling cave.
"Ooooooooh!" Rachael shuddered and began to writhe. "Lick me, darling, Ssssssuck me! Oooooh, darlinnnnnnng, use your sweet tongue!"
The scent of Rachael's flaming clitty was pun- gent in her nostrils and, as she struck her tongue into Rachael's boiling silken fissure, the tang of cunt nectar titillated Tess's taste buds.
Rachael shivered more wildly than ever as Tess tongued her.
Tess wiggled her tongue in the burning cavern and could feel the urgency of Rachael as she clutched at her head and drove her nose deeper into the delicious slot. It was heaven!
"My clitoris!" Rachael panted. "Oooooh, find my clitoris and suck it!"
Tess's tongue detected the tiny, firm protrusion in the wealth of scorching softness and gummed it with her lips.
"OOOOOOOOOOH!" Rachael bawled, her hips jerking spastically.
Tess sucked in the tiny phallus then spit it out, sucked it in and spit it out. She was driving Rachael crazy. Rachael wrapped her velutinous, warm thighs around Tess's head and rocked against her face, smearing her wondrous cunt juice all over Tess's mouth and nose and forcing her tongue deeper in the humid succulent crevice. Tess knew she was coming, but then, so was she!
Rachael's aroused, craving cunt was doing lascivious things to Tess's oozing fervent pussy. Although Tess's monster deep in her belly was thrashing and spitting for cock, the thunderous, raging sensation for Rachael's cunt was building Tess to an ecstatic shimmering explosion. Tess mashed her lips, her face, her tongue deep in the insistent, churning clitty and licked for her own frenzied release.
Rachael was thrashing her head. Her body .was arched, her ravenous fiery furnace thrust upward for more of Tess's assault. "Don't stop ... don't ... stop! Oh God ... Oh ohhhh Gooddd!" Rachael poised, her body quivered in expectation, then with a violent shudder she came. Rachael jerked and spasmed, then trembled back to the bed, panting for breath.
Tess didn't want it to end. She was on the verge of coming herself. She followed the jerking cunt down to the sheets and lapped eagerly for more of the delicious come juice.
"No!" Rachael pushed on Tess's head. "No! Baby! That's enough! That's enough! I can't stand any more!" Tess backed away.
"Ohhh! God! That was good!" Rachael collapsed on the bed and tried to catch her breath. "It had been so long since I'd come!" She looked over at Tess with loving eyes. "You're something else, dear!"
Tess wished she was that satisfied, but she wasn't. Rachael had pushed her away before the exalted, sensuous ecstasy had erupted in her rampaging belly. Now she felt like screaming. She had been so close to coming, so close to quieting her vicious, craving monster. She needed fucking! She needed a big fat cock to settle her nerves.
"Hey!" It was Bruce at the door. "What's going on? It's been an hour."
"All right, all right!" Rachael called, then made a hopeful face at Tess. "Tomorrow, love. We'll do it again, all right?"
Tess smiled to be kind, but this wasn't her way of getting kicks. Eating pussy was good, but no where near as satisfying as fucking. Tess had to make money to fix the boat, but no more of this. From now on, she would enjoy herself.
There was a banging on the door. "All right, hell!" Bruce's voice was impatient. "Let's go! Let's go, there is a couple more waiting for her!"
Rachael sighed. "You better go, love." She squeezed Tess's hand. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
Tess was going to put on her clothes, but if there were others waiting, why bother. She wrapped the towel around her still trembling body and opened the door. Bruce was impatiently pacing back and forth and sucking on a cigarette.
"It's about time," he said, then tossed his head, "In my bedroom. They've been waiting for fifteen minutes."
"Not another woman?" Tess asked.
"Two men, but what do you care? It's all money, right?"
Tess thrilled. She needed and wanted a cock put in her. Now she had two of them. Lordie, lordie, she must have died and went to heaven.
Tess's desire for fucking left her when she walked into the bedroom and saw the two men waiting for her. Both men were in their early fifties, older than her father.
"Aww, my dear." The shorter athletic one with' the long wavy white hair smiled and took her arm. "You are more than Bruce led us to expect." He looked at his taller, thinner friend. "What do you think. Herbert? Is she not a beauty?" he asked.
Herbert's skull face broke into a smiling death mask. His voice was purring soft. "Delightful surprise, Albert, delightful." He licked bumpy purplish lips. "Now if she will remove that towel so we may see?" His eyes began to shine with an unholy light, and he left the sentence unsaid.
Albert smiled and looked expectantly at Tess. "Yes, my dear, let us see!"
Tess didn't know why she was frightened. She just was. They seemed pleasant enough. They were just two older men who could be her father. Their voices were pleasant enough. They were neatly dressed and groomed. The one, Albert, who held her arm, even smelled of some kind of delicate man's cologne, so why did her skin crawl at his touch? What was the matter with her?
She had been screwed in the ass by that fat horrible Harry and had sucked Bruce's cock besides taking Rick's enormous prick in her pussy. So why was she nervous? What could these two old men do to her that she already hadn't done? Nothing! She was just being silly. She dropped the towel and exposed her pinkish white, voluptuous, tender body. It made them suck in their breath and it pleased Tess no end.
"Oh my! Oh my!" Albert's eves almost pooped from his head in glee. "Open the suitcase Herbert, allow her to pick her pleasure."
Herbert picked up an expensive overnight bag and opened' it on the bed. It contained an assortment of whips, belts, and straps. "You pick, my dear. You nick!"
Tess didn't understand. Why would she be nicking whips and things? And for what reason? She looked at Albert for help. "Pick?" she said. "Why?"
"Why for your enjoyment, my dear." Albert said, smiling. "What is your pleasure? Cat-o'-nine-tails? A simple strap? Perhaps a paddle or two on your ass? What is your pleasure?"
Tess's blood turned to ice water. Cat-o-nine-tails? Beat with a paddle? Good God! What had she gotten into with these two? She looked from one nice old man to the other. Were they crazy? Both were stripping off their clothes and not paying any attention to her.
Herbert looked up from his undressing. "Well, my dear, have you chosen?" he asked.
Tess was almost speechless. "No!" she shook her head. "No, none of those. I mean, I don't want any of that!"
Albert looked surprised. "You mean you do not wish a warm-up?"
Tess continued to shake her head. "No! No way!"
Albert shrugged. "Very well, my dear. Then you best kneel down and put yourself in position." He pointed to a replica of an old Puritan's stock.
"Down there?" Tess didn't understand. "But why? I mean, why don't we use the bed?"
"Now, now," Herbert cooed. "It doesn't make a difference where you satisfy two old men, does it? I mean, we are willing to pay, four hundred dollars. And ... well, what's the difference? Humor us."
Tess looked to the stocks and considered what Herbert had said. Four hundred dollars! My goodness, for that kind of money what difference did it make? They were old men. Maybe at their ages it took some weird position before they could get their jollies off. Tess knelt on her knees and placed her head through the stock hole.
Herbert turned away to keep this tender beautiful woman-child from seeing the almost raw sexual pleasure that he knew was flooding his face by conning her. It worked every time. Sure the whips and belts were for women who asked for them. Sure they were, and dogs like oatmeal. Still, this one was so young, so small, so inexperienced, maybe he wouldn't use all of them. His long, fat cock rose to half-mast at the sight of her young creamy vibrant body.
Her breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was tiny, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin. Even her rounded thighs and sponge rubber ass hillocks cried out promises of child-like glee and joy. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veneris that was barely covered by silken sparse blond hairs. Oh yes, yes, youth, it had been so long since he had fucked a juvenile that he had forgotten what virgin pink nipples tasted like or what thrills of pleasure lay in their first reactions to sensuous pain. No, he wouldn't beat her! Like shit he wouldn't! What good was a willing fuck? He liked to hear them beg.
One of them, either Albert or Herbert, slipped a leather foot stool under her groin and stomach. It was comfortable. Now she was on her knees and lying on a soft brace with her head and hands imprisoned in the stocks. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position, but it wasn't bad. The only thing that bothered Tess was why? Why did they want her in stocks?
The tall gaunt Herbert came around in front of her and dangled his huge cock before her eyes. It fascinated Tess. She had never seen a cock up so close. The prick wasn't as large as Rick's or her father's, but it was close. Maybe nine or ten inches of thick pearlish white gristle with an oblong, reddish-purple tapered glans penis. As Tess watched, the massive hammer jumped outward and upward in half inch leaps. He was so close Tess could smell the male muskiness of the wonderful tool and feel its heat. Oh Jesus! Suddenly her monster growled and thrashed deep in her groin. She wanted it in her. Needed it in her! After the tormenting bout with Rachael, Tess wanted just this stiff pole rammed deep in her cunt.
"It is a beauty, isn't it child?"
Tess nodded.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with it?"
Tess didn't know why he was waiting. She nodded. "Yes, go ahead. Do it!" she said.
Albert chuckled from somewhere behind her.
"You heard her." Herbert talked to Albert. "Do it!" And his cock jumped to a forty-five degree angle and became fatter, larger.
Tess couldn't see around the stock imprisoning her head so she had no idea where Albert was, but suddenly she heard something frightening. It sounded like a swish of a paddle, then almost simultaneously her right ass cheek exploded in a fiery ungodly painful hurt.
"WHAAACKKK!" The sound boomed against her eardrums and filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in agony.
"WHAAACKKK!" The second blow ripped against her left ass cheek, filling her body, her soul in excruciating pain. A red, charring wave spread up and down her back like an uncontrolled conflagration. Her entire body was consumed by the agonizing fury roaring in her hillocks.
"WHACK! WHACK!" The paddle struck two more times. Her imprisoned body writhed in tortured agony. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her body shook with heavy sobs. She cried out in uncontrolled hysterics.
"STOP! NO MORE! STOP! I can't stand it. Please! PLEASE!"
"Now, now my dear." Herbert's voice was soothing. "Don't carry on so. You'll like it after a bit."
Through her tears, Tess noticed his cock was now completely upright and throbbing in its rigidness. "Why?" she managed, "why are you doing this?"
"WHACK ... WHACK!" The horrible paddle struck two more times. Each vicious blow delivered was a branding iron mashed into her ass. The terrible heat was radiating throughout her body now. She was a twisting, babbling blob of pain. Her mind and body were devastated by the punishing ordeal. It racked her body and tore at her sanity. Oh God! Oh God! "STOP ... I CAN'T STAND IT ... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! STOP!"
"You want it in your pretty little asshole, my dear?" Herbert's gaunt face was leering.
Tess didn't care. "ANYTHING!" she bawled. "Fuck anything, but just STOP!"
Miraculously the torturous spanking stopped. Her fiery red ass still burned and throbbed, but the mind-blowing pain had quit. Herbert moved out of her sight, and she felt him behind her, forcing her legs apart.
Oh Jesus! She was going to get fucked in the ass again. She remembered the pain when Harry did it and automatically pinched in her stinging asshole.
"Now, now, child." Herbert's hand was gently massaging her sepia hole. "If you don't relax, Albert is going to loosen you up again!"
Tess automatically relaxed and his finger eased into her shit hole. It was degrading, animal, unspeakable filthy, but in spite of her mind's screaming out the obscenity of the act, it felt good. "OOhhh," slipped out of her lips as his finger went into her anal sleeve to the hilt.
"Aww, that's better." Herbert withdrew his finger. "Now for the goodies!"
Tess felt his huge cockhead, radiating gently at her asshole. No! Her mind screamed, no, no! It's a filthy rotten thing to do! I don't want it! I don't like it! But when his hot rubbery, hard cock cap began to worm small circles against her clenched sphincter, she found herself hunching back. Oh God! What was wrong with her?
The fervent pole pressed into her tight hole. Tess groaned as she felt the huge prick ease into her. Herbert sighed in unison with her.
"Oh! Isn't that lovely! You're so tight, my dear."
His massive cockhead forced past her clenching asshole ring, and Tess howled in sudden pain. Her face was flushed, tears of hurt and humiliation poured from her bulging eyes.
"Oowww God! It's too big! You're ripping me! Take it out! Take it out!"
Herbert just chuckled and took a new grip on her trembling hip points. He lunged forward and Tess bellowed again as four more inches of raging cock poured into her anal sheath. Her legs jerked uncontrollably, her toes clawed at the carpet as she tried everything to escape the terrible awful agony that filled her screaming hole.
"Oh God! STOP! STOP!" Tess begged. "I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Now, now, my dear," Herbert cooed, "just relax. You're too tense ... Albert?"
Tess heard the sound of the dreadful paddle again and simultaneously, "WWHHAACK! WHAACCK!"
"AWWWAAHGG!" The guttural scream tore from her throat as the unbearable branding torture streaked up her spine and fogged her brain. "WHAACK!"
"WHAACCKK!" Again the boiling, searing agony exploded on her raw ass hillocks.
"Now relax." Herbert's gentle voice cut through Tess's pain. "You'll enjoy it, you'll see." And Tess . felt Herbert lunge and his immense cock plunge to the depths of her asshole.
"Awww!" Herbert sighed and rested on Tess's back. "Isn't that delightful, my dear?"
Tess didn't know if it was because the pain had stopped or what, but a strange, unreal goodness descended in her shit shoot. She felt a thick, sickening sensation of pleasure. She fought against the joy, but it was overpowering. Pain and pleasure, sweet and sour. Oh God, but it felt good! Tess pushed her ass back for more.
"Ah ha!" Herbert crowed. "You do like it, don't you?" He started sawing his huge prick in and out of her clutching canal.
"Oh yes! Oh God yes! It feels good! Oooohh! I've never felt ... OOOHHH!" She then lost control. It wasn't she who was speaking. It was somebody else. As the delicious, sensuous rapture radiated from her asshole, the raw, straining pleasure words of love bawled from her throat. "OOOWWW GAAWWD! HARDER! HURT ME! FASTER! HARDER! OH! FUCK MY ASS YOU DIRTY OLD COCK SUCKER! FUCK ME!"
Thick lascivious waves of erotic bliss shook her body as Herbert's wonderful muscular masculinity moved lustfully in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her ass, thrust back and with her sphincter, grabbed at his delicious spear. She wanted more, deeper, harder. A scream tore from her throat as another exquisite electrical quiver vibrated throughout her body.
Herbert was starting to come. He was boiling his expanding swelling prick in and out of her shit cave like a triphammer gone wild.
"Now?" Albert asked Herbert. "Are you about ready? Should I put it in her and plug in?"
"Oh yes! Yes!" Herbert was bucking his piston into Tess's burning raging hole. "It's time. Put it in, turn it on and get your cock in her mouth. Hurry!"
Tess didn't know what Albert was talking about. But away off somewhere in the fuck heaven that she was feeling, she felt Albert's hand poke something up her pussy that seemed to have wires attached to it. Then Albert was before her with his reddened, semi-hard cock poking at her mouth.
"Suck it!" Albert commanded. "Suck it, hurry, get it in your mouth."
Tess was overjoyed. Her mouth had been salivating for a prick. She mouthed the quasi-hard prick, sucked it deep in her mouth, then heard Albert's voice.
"She's got it! She's got it! I'm going to turn it on!"
"Turn on the fucking thing!" Herbert was thrashing his slammer in and out of her ass in a frenzy.
Tess heard a click of a switch and instantaneously the most erogenous, hateful, ecstatic, horrible, rapturous sensations she had ever felt exploded in her cunt. It was driving her completely mad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The electrical impulses made her vagina convulse in excruciating terror-pain, then made her womb explode in amplified tumultuous, lascivious ecstasy. Tess wanted to scream surrender when the pain racked her body, but then she came in great ecstatic, rapturous bolts when the splendid dildo spurted forth its heavenly orgasm. She was being torn apart from the erotic salacious ecstasy and the torturous, unbearable hell.
"Suck on it!" Albert bellowed as his semi-solid cock boiled in and out of her mouth. "SUCK ON IT! I'M COMING!"
Herbert's great horn was literally burning her gripping ass sphincter as he gripped her hips and drove his swelling cock in and out of her ass like a piston. "AWW! AWWW!" he gasped.
Tess was in a popping, pulsating, licentious heaven from the slamming assault in her ass, and wallowing in a lascivious velutinous fog from Albert's wonderful, male-tasting cock grinding in and out of her mouth, while the horrible but wonderful dildo was blowing her mind and body with agony. She drove her ass backwards to take the now spurting, boiling come of the frantic Herbert and sucked greedily for more of Albert's sizzling jism that was jerking and splashing in her mouth.
"FFUUCCKKKK!" Herbert continued to pour his bucking come into her ass.
"AAAWWWIIIEEE!" Albert flayed at her head with his soft white hands as his cock jerked and spit out delicious salty, chloride-tasting jism.
Tess was speared as a fish out of water. She chewed and sucked the wonder stick of Albert's while bucking and driving her ass for more of Herbert's ravenous conflagration. The horrible, marvelous, terrible, wonderful dildo was now grinding and twisting her stomach muscles in knots. She could feel her womb convulse. She wanted to die, she wanted it to last forever. She couldn't stand it, she couldn't get enough. "Awwwahhhuump," she snarled around Albert's dwindling meat in her mouth and bit down hard in salacious frustration. If she could only eat the tasty cock, then dissolve and turn into a puddle of jism.
Albert screamed and hit Tess a clubbing blow on the ear. Tess lost her tooth grip, and both Albert and Herbert withdrew their cocks at the same time. But the terrible, wonderful dildo was still in her.
Both cocks were out of her, but Tess remained in an insatiable agitated, hell-bliss state as the electrical dildo alternated ungodly carnal fantasy and terrible devil pain. "TAKE IT OUT!" she managed to scream. "I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE! GOD!"
The tortuous ecstasy stopped suddenly, and Tess collapsed, panting in her stocks.
"Aw, that was lovely," Herbert said. "Are you ready to change positions Albert?"
"She bit me, Herbert! The little vixen bit me!"
Tess opened her eyes and saw Herbert bent over and examining Albert's prick.
"She didn't break the skin." He looked up at his friend and smiled. "Did it feel good?"
Albert grinned and sighed, "Heavenly, heavenly! Have her do it to you!"
Tess was suddenly stark awake. The rapturous incandescent fog she had been swimming in the past five or ten minutes disappeared. They were talking about doing it again! Oh God! She couldn't stand any more of whatever was still sticking in her vagina. "No!" she cried. "No more, you've done it! That's all! Let me out of this thing! I don't want any more!"
Albert was amused. "You don't want?" He grinned at Herbert. "Time for touching up. It's my serve, I believe?"
"Naturally," Herbert agreed. "But give me a moment. I guess I'm getting old. I find myself waiting some between hard-ons."
"No need for that," Albert said and nodded his head in Tess's direction. "She'll suck it hard." He looked down at Tess. "Won't you, my dear?"
"No!" Tess spit out. "I told you. I've had enough. Now either set me loose or I'll call for Bruce!"
"Hummm!" Albert studied her, then nodded. "Very well," he said and disappeared behind Tess.
Tess was relieved. She really didn't want any more to do with these two. They didn't look it, but they were awful men. Tess was expecting to hear Albert unlocking the stocks, but what she did hear froze her blood.
The gruesome, terrifying swishing sound panicked her ears a second before the horrible mind-blowing agonizing pain exploded on her ass cheek.
"WHACK!" Then the other cheek. "WHACKK!" Then alternately, "WHACKK! WHACKK! WHACKK! WHACK!"
It was in indescribable hell on her ass. The unbearable searing pain ricocheted and radiated to every nerve cell in her wee body. The suddenness momentarily paralyzed her vocal cords. Her eyes bugged out from her head and filled with drafts of salty tears. Her mouth opened in a terrifying wordless scream, and she writhed and squirmed for relief. Finally Tess managed a coarse, bellow from her throat, but it wasn't what she wanted to say.
"BEAT ME! BEAT ME! You rotten, dirty fucking bastards, BEAT ME!" And she came. God in heaven, was she insane? What was the matter with her?
"WHACK!" Molten fire exploded on her ass domes engulfed her struggling body, and stilled her movements to a quivering unholy delight. "OOOHHH!" She felt her pulsating pussy moisten. She liked it! She really liked it! What was happening to her?
"STOP! she forced between clenched teeth. "STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY, ONLY STOP!"
"Awww," Albert cooed and the horrible beating ceased. "Have you changed your mind, my dear?"
"Yes! Oh God yes!" Tess gasped for breath.
"Very well," Albert said. "All right Herbert, I believe she'll suck you a hard-on now!"
Tess saw Herbert's- bare hairy legs step before her, and she lifted her mouth to his drooping, reddened, soft cock. She took the gristled fervent mass in her mouth and suddenly knew that this was what she wanted all along. The bulb-like, rubbery knob slopped in her salvia and squirmed around her mouth. Oh yes! Did she ever! As she sucked on the softened prick, she heard Herbert talking to Albert.
"I'm going to need something more, dear friend. Seeing she's been such a lamb, bring out the breast pleaser. I think we owe her that much."
"Indeed we do!" Albert said. "Splendid idea." And Tess heard him again rooting in the suitcase.
Tess spit out Herbert's cock. "No! she called, terrified. "No! Don't do anything else to me. Please! I'll do anything, only no more of anything. Please!"
"Now, now." Herbert took her hair and bent her face back to his cock. "This is a reward, my dear. You'll thoroughly enjoy it, I promise. Now go back to your sucking. I think I'm getting hard."
Tess didn't believe him, but what could she do? Herbert hadn't lied about one thing: his cock was fattening up. She was working him into a stiff prick.
Tess sensed rather than saw Albert as he squatted beside her and attached soft, rubber suction cups to each of her erect pink breast coronas. She tensed but nothing happened.
"Go on, my dear, continue," Herbert said. "Believe me, you will enjoy this."
"It's ready," Albert said. "I'll wait until I get my cock in her ass, then turn it on."
"Oh good God!" Tess moaned; now Albert was going to fuck her ass. When would it end? Tess didn't mind Albert's prong in her ass. It was shorter than Herbert's and a bit thinner. A sparkling, gratifying delicious current tingled through her as Albert eased his hot hammer in her shit shoot. There was no way that a prick in her ass could compare with a huge, hard whang in her pussy. Still, the intruding warm gristle did give her a comforting, full, lustful pleasure. Tess felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks. Albert moaned. Then Tess heard a switch being turned and damn near fainted from the goodness.
There was a soft humming, and almost immediately the rubber cups attached to her pink hard breast nipples began to alternate between sucking, relaxing, sucking, relaxing. "Ohhh!" Tess moaned and closed her eyes in erogenous bliss. It felt so good, so ungodly stimulating, so sensuously delightful. She imagined her father was sucking her tits and driving her wild. Each draw pulled her nipples out and stretched the node for her orgasm; then just when her body began quivering for explosion, it would teasingly relax its lascivious grasp and begin on her other resilient globe. It was ecstatic, it was maddening!
Albert was driving his hard horn in and out of her ass and causing her entire lower body to be engulfed in an agitated enchanting, incandescent lust. He gripped her hip bones and ground and plunged, moaning and groaning his delight.
Tess mouthed Herbert's cock eagerly. His prick tasted wonderful, mixed with the erotic breast massage and Albert's carnal conflagration in her ass. His cock was comforting in her mouth. It was smooth, slippery, just a long resilient warm meat pole and perfect for her mouth size. It glowed with maleness and hidden joy. She caught one drop of pre-come on her tongue as it seeped out of his gently ramming rod and savored the salty bleach-flavored ooze. She liked it--no she loved the feel of his hot velvety hammer probing the roof of her mouth, her cheeks, her tongue. She loved the way it slid in and out of her clutching hips as he gently fucked her face.
Herbert gripped her billowy hair and said, "All right, my dear, now you are to learn how to swallow cock. Take a deep breath and hold it."
Tess didn't understand but was enjoying herself too much to argue. She inhaled.
"Good," Herbert said, beginning to pant. "Now relax your throat muscles, here I come." And his massive cock forced itself to the rear of her throat and beyond.
Tess tried to shut her throat and overcome the terrible urge to gag. But the pressure behind his burning gristle was too much. She felt her throat open and the huge cock slide deep in her gullet. She panicked and swallowed desperately, trying to clear her air passages so she could breath. The more she swallowed the deeper his searing, meat pole entered her throat. It went past everything, past swallowing, past air passages, and stretched into her esophagus. "UUUMMM UUUUMMM!" She tried to ask for air, but the wonderful whang continued until her nose was buried in his public hairs.
My God! She had done it! The wonderful steaming meat sucker was all the way in her throat and she wasn't dead. Nothing had happened except she couldn't stop her swallowing reflexes, nor the lightheaded erotic pleasure that was engulfing her body. OH! It was good! Oh God, she wanted it in further! Then Herbert drew it out up past her swallower and windpipe and, then it stopped free to let her breathe air. She licked and chewed on the tasty cucumber.
"Again," Herbert ordered. "Deep breath again! I'm going to come!"
Albert was already in the slamming, driving staccato thrusts of coming. "Wiggle your ass!" he screamed at Tess and flailed stinging hand slaps on her ass hillocks as he drove savagely in and out of her snug, sultry anal canal, pumping for orgasm relief and snarling and slapping her ass for more of the exquisite bombastic delirium entrapped within. "OH FUCK!" he cried. "OH FUCKKK!"
Tess felt his cock flattening and hardening within her velvet hot hole. He was going to come. Tess could almost feel his boiling load begin at the bottom of his cock shaft and race upward. Oh Shit! Shit! Herbert's thunderous prong was also stiffening and swelling in her throat. Both were quickening their cadence and increasing their thrusts. They were both going to come!
Tess didn't care except she knew she didn't stand a chance of coming with them. She was worlds away. She wasn't in pain, far from it. She loved the taste and feel of a cock as it slipped effortlessly up and down her throat. She loved the small and enjoyed the tickle of pubic hairs when Herbert bottomed out in her throat. The same with Albert. Each time he drove into her excited ass, his balls would slap against her drooling clitoris and send luscious electrical slivers of delicious ecstasy cascading throughout her. Still, she wanted to peak, wanted release from her personal hell beast that was thrashing so wildly in her stomach.
She heard Herbert and Albert yell simultaneously and felt their dual boiling love jism bullets spurt in her throat and ass. Oh God! Oh God! If only she could come with them! Then Albert flipped the switch for the hell dildo that was still in her cunt.
Never, ever, had anything consumed her so totally. She was driven outside herself in excruciating, rapturous carnal lust. Her throat contracted around Herbert's splendid spurting spigot, her stomach and groin muscles clung and sucked on Albert's gushing jerking cock. Her clitoris and vulva vibrated, her breasts were blown apart from volcanic pleasure. While all the time her total body and mind zigzagged and sputtered, whirled and exploded in an avalanche of unbearable, erogenous desire and release.
All of it was too much for a fifteen-year-old. She couldn't stand it. The last she remembered was trying to scream with Herbert's spurting prick still deep down her throat.
CHAPTER NINE
Tess's head and hands were out of the stocks, and she was lying curled up beside the wooden imprisonment when she awoke. Herbert and Albert were dressed and packing up their awful tools.
"Well! It's about time you woke up!" Bruce was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette. "Get yourself cleaned up. You have another customer coming over."
Now that she was no longer in a fuck fog, the taste of Herbert's slightly shitty cock was revolting in her mouth. Tess swallowed and her throat hurt from the abuse she had suffered. She pushed to a sitting position and her wee asshole throbbed. "No!" She shook her head. "I've had enough of this for today. What time is it?"
"Enough hell!" Bruce waved Herbert and Albert out the door. "You still owe plenty. Get yourself washed."
Tess continued to shake her head. She was no longer an innocent fifteen-year-old that was frightened by her elders. Yesterday she would have done anything Bruce said just to stay out of jail and not have her parents know. But not now. She had been fucked in the ass, had her cheery broken, sucked on peters, been beaten with whips and paddles, and had a terrible something electrocute her pussy. Over the past twenty-four hours she had learned, or rather she just knew, that Bruce wouldn't turn her in. She was making him money. Lots of money. "Fuck you!" she said unconcerned and gathered up her clothes. She did want a shower before she went home. "I told you, no more for tonight? What did I earn? How much do I owe you?"
Bruce stood up. His eyes were narrowed in brutality, his lips a thin line, then he relaxed and nodded. "All right. I guess you have done enough for one day. I'll figure it up. See you downstairs." And he walked out of the bedroom.
Tess stayed under the warm, relaxing water for a long time and reveled in its comfort. She washed the perspiration from her body and scrubbed the dried come from her vagina and silken pubic hairs. When she finished in the shower, she found a douche and cleaned herself thoroughly, then gargled away Herbert and Albert with mouthwash. She put on some lipstick, combed her billowy black hair in girlish pigtails, put on her clothes and went downstairs for the tally.
"You made a thousand dollars." Bruce was looking at a list on the coffee table. "Your cut is five hundred. You still owe me seven hundred dollars."
"A thousand dollars! Five hundred!" Tess's head whirled. Good God! She had never seen that much money, let alone earned it. But then her sharp little brain flashed out a caution. "Wait a minute," she said. "Let me see."
Bruce handed her the list. It was all set down nice and neat:
HARRY: sodomy--$200.00
RICK: on top-twice--$200.00
RACHAEL: lesbian--$200.00
HERBERT/ALBERT: paddle ass/blow/sodomy--$400.00.
Tess figured in her head. It came to a thousand dollars, her cut would be half, but wait! She looked at Bruce. "You left off yourself. I sucked you off, remember? You got carried away when Harry was doing it to me, and I sucked you off. That's fifty more. I only owe you six hundred and fifty, not seven hundred."
Bruce tightened his jaw muscles and got slightly red in the face but nodded and said, "all right, six fifty then. What time are you going to be here tomorrow?"
"I don't know." Tess suddenly self full of power as if she was in control. "I'll call you." The she sashayed out the door.
Her mother had kept dinner on the back of the stove and was concerned as to where she had been all afternoon, but Tess gave a story of swimming with new friends and losing all time. It pacified her parents. She watched television a while then excused herself to go to bed. "I'm beat," she told her mother, "I wore myself out in the water today."
Her mother smiled understandably. "All right, dear. Have a nice sleep."
Tess fought down a terrible impulse to French kiss her father and settled for a peck on his handsome cheek. "Good night," she called and went to bed. She dropped off immediately, but woke up with her mother begging for more cock. Oh Jesus! They were at it again!
"Ohh darling, fuck me! Fuck me!" It was her mother receiving her daddy's beautiful cock. Tess's monster deep in her groin stirred and rumbled. God! How she hated her mother right now. Tess wanted her daddy's massive prick so bad, and her mother wasn't satisfied.
Tess covered her ears and rolled over to get away from the craving sounds, but it didn't work. She had to listen, to see in spite of herself. She slipped out of bed and opened their door a crack. Oh mother of Jesus! There he was pouring that huge, hard, ivory, come-slick pole in and out of her mother's clutching, drooling cunt. Tess almost cried out in her desire to have it stuck in her. What would that wonderful thing feel like? She remembered Rick's colossal cock boring in her; the carnal ecstasy had almost been too much for her, and his wasn't as big as her father's.
Tess couldn't stand it. She reached down and drove her finger in her own oozing, pulsating, raging pussy and pump-rubbed for relief.
"The pillow!" Her mother was coming. "The fucking PILL--" Her daddy threw it over head. "Oooowwww. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Tess watched her ass buck and drive into and swallow her father's enormous pole. Great cups of come juice were seeping out and around her father's piston prick. Finally he lunged and ground his pelvis into her mother's straining upright coosy, and his body spasmed in orgasm.
Tess had a mini-orgasm but couldn't rub up the ungodly ravenous volcano she needed for relief. She bit her lip in frustration and vibrated her fingers over her clitoris. It was no use. Only a cock could give her what she craved.
Her father pulled out his wonderful, huge, wet cock then and rolled on his back in exhaustion. Her mother was right on top of him, kissing his neck, her white hand jacking on his softening prick.
"More honey!" she cooed. "Just one more."
Oh the bitch! The bitch! Then Tess realized who she was talking about and why and was ashamed. What was the matter with her? Her mother had a right to his cock. She had no right to be bitter because she couldn't have any. Just craving her daddy's cock didn't give her the right to bad-mouth her mother. She must be going insane. She went back to her bed and finally got to sleep.
The bright sun coming in the east window of the cabin woke Tess up. Robins were singing just outside her window, and she could hear the chattering of chipmunks as they fended for bread crumbs and flower seeds. Her father was snoring gently in their bedroom. Everything seemed right and proper for the world, but something was wrong.
Tess looked about and listened, then got it. She didn't hear her mother and the sun was too high in the sky for her not to be up and about Tess got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen-living room of the cabin. There was a note draped over the coffee pot. Tess read it.
"DEAR ... WE ARE OUT OF EGGS AND THINGS. I DIDN'T WANT TO WAKE YOU, SO I'VE WALKED TO THE STORE. JUST TURN ON THE COFFEE, I'LL BE BACK IN AN HOUR OR SO. NAN."
Tess read the note and her breath quickened. Her mother wouldn't be home for an hour or so. She was alone with her father ... AND HIS BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL, ENORMOUS COCK! Oh God! Oh God! What was she thinking? Still, as if in a daze, she walked to his bedroom and eased open the door.
Tess didn't know what she was going to do, or even why she was doing it. It was almost as if she wasn't here, as if someone else were in her body and doing this. Her father was asleep on his back. The covers were off of him, and his thick, enormous, ivory cock with its purplish glans penis was stiff and waving upright in a hard-on to the world.
Tess damn near doubled over in craving for his beautiful prick, but she knew there was no way that she could have it. Her mother would kill her if she ever caught her touching that enchanting horn let alone allowing her father to fuck her. Oh God! What was she going to do? She couldn't ... but she wanted to.
Tess found herself opening the door and walking to his bedside and standing, looking down at the immense piston. It was almost as if she were hypnotized, as if it were a snake and she a bird. She bent over and examined the massive love tool.
It had to be a good inch or inch and a half longer than Rick's and much, much thicker. Little bluish veins spider-webbed the entire length, and the outside skin seemed almost transparent. Tess tested her nose closer to the tantalizing phallus and felt its vibrant heat and smelled the carnal male musk that was entrapped within. Her mouth was suddenly full of saliva, and she swallowed. Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! She had to have it in her.
Tess started to crawl on the bed, then changed her mind. She would surely wake him up. She had learned enough in the past twenty-four hours to know that once a man got his cock in her, he couldn't withdraw it. But how could she get this lustrous cannon in her?
Tess tested the bed with her knee to see how much movement her weight made. If she could get on the bed and over her daddy's cock, then sit on it and drive it in her before her daddy awoke, she would have it made. If it would be in her when he woke up, there was no way that he would make her get off of it. The damn bed sank, and her father's breathing broke.
Tess jumped back and waited until her daddy was breathing steadily again, then pondered the question. Oh my goodness, but it was a glorious prick! Tess swallowed, then with an uncontrollable impulse, dipped her head and laid her tongue gently over the tiny pee hole.
Her father snorted, and his hips jerked toward her tongue, but his breathing continued steady. Tess backed away in fright, then noticed one drop of thick fluid ooze from the slit and sit majestically on top of the purple bulb like a tiny pearl.
Tess suppressed a nervous giggle. She had made him pre-come in his sleep. She dipped her head again and gently lapped the delicious, chloride-salty, warm drop into her mouth. OOhh! She quivered. Oh shit! she couldn't control herself. She opened her mouth wide and placed her insistent lips over the radiating, sponge-rubber hard cockhead.
On heavens to mercy but it was good. She drooled saliva over the silken, glowing knob and reveled in its unconscious acceptance. The colossal cock seemed to swell in its pleasure as Tess tried to get the whole knob into her tiny mouth. She couldn't do it. The bulb was just too large. Still she rolled her head around its fiery, satin end, licking and sucking on the wee pee hole.
Her father's breathing was quickening, and his hips and pelvis were jerking slightly from her actions. In a bold move, Tess gripped the huge prick with her tiny hand and began slowly, gently jacking him off as she sucked and mauled the head. Her father moaned in his sleep, and his cock cemented to iron and swelled as if to explode. There was no doubt in Tess's mind. He was going to come!
Tess increased her jacking and tongue-slobbered the threatening knob. Her father's breath began to grunt and wheeze. Then Tess felt the first blot of come rumble and spurt past her jacking hand on its way to her mouth. She pressed her lips tightly on the massive corona and awaited the heavenly onslaught.
The boiling hot, delicious spurting jism came in a gusher. Tess reveled and came as she sucked and swallowed and jacked his cock for more. Her father was making funny sounds but didn't awaken.
Oh fuck, she wanted it in her! Oh fuck! Fuck! She sucked and jacked until his wonderful prick began to soften and the delicious jism dwindled to nothing. Tess stopped jacking his cock when he snorted and rolled on his side.
Fuck! Fuck! Tess licked the inside of her mouth for more of the captivating come. She wanted his cock in her more than ever. So what if he wakes up before she gets it in her. He'll fuck her. She'll make him. She'll threaten to tell her mother. Yes! Why not! She was going to crawl on the bed and fondle his cock hard for fucking, but just then she heard her mother's steps on the gravel coming up the walk. AW FUCK! Tess ran back to her room and crawled into bed.
"It was the damnest dream!" Tess heard her father telling her mother. "I was fucking you and thought I came, but there's nothing on the bed-sheets."
"You had a wet dream? After me giving you some just before I went to the store?"
He laughed. "I guess not. But honey, it sure felt like it. My cock was even red and puffy when I woke up. Look! See what I mean.
"Ummmm," Tess heard her mother say as she obviously licked on the wonderful prick.
"No! Don't do that!" her father whispered. "Tess might wake up."
"I don't care. She never comes in here."
"Ohhh!" her father moaned. "Ahh, not so hard. Your teeth are sharp!"
Tess's personal monster growled and snapped again, and her stomach muscles knotted in desire. "Damn her! Damn her to hell! She was sucking him off! No! By God she won't!" Tess leaped out of bed and made a commotion opening and shutting dresser drawers. It was dead silent in their room. They were probably waiting to see what she would do. Well! She'd break it up, that's what she'd do. Tess walked to their door and called sweetly, "You awake, Mom. I'm hungry!"
There were real low whispers and bed movement, then her mother's voice answered. "All right, dear. Let me get dressed."
The deceit didn't stop her craving for cock, but it did give her the satisfaction that her mother would have to wait until she left the cabin.
Tess ate hurriedly and gave a lame excuse for getting out of the cabin. Her stomach hurt so bad she was in positive agony. She ran down to the resort's store and called Bruce.
"Ten o'clock? I don't know." Bruce seemed relieved that she called. "It's awful early for whoring, still...." He paused then said, "Ok, I know someone. Come on over." And he hung up.
The someone was a delicate-looking man of twenty-five or so. He was tall with sparse, long blond hair, and he was awfully thin.
"Hello!" He held out his hand and seemed embarrassed. "Has Bruce told you what I like?"
They were in Bruce's bedroom upstairs, facing each other with their clothes on. Tess was uneasy and hesitant. He wasn't at all like the others. "No." She shook her head.
"Well!" He looked around the room. "It's a little different. Maybe you won't want to?"
A cold chill raced through Tess. He said a little different? Good God! Not another with whips!
CHAPTER TEN
Tess wouldn't stand for any more of that beating crap. Still it couldn't be whips and things. He didn't look the type and there was no suitcase.
"What do you mean, a little different?" Tess was cautious.
"Well," he stammered, "I, ah ... it's just that I like to do it to you. You know?"
Tess was relieved then baffled. "Do it to me? Isn't that why I'm here?"
"Well yes, sort of, I mean." His face reddened. "Oh hell, I like to eat women and things, that's all ... I don't screw!"
Now Tess was disappointed. After this morning, the only reason why she was here was to get fucked, and he only sucked on pussy. Shit!
"Is it all right?" He had a begging look on his face.
Tess softened. "Yeah," she said, "I guess so. It's your money. Do you want me to get undressed?"
"Yes!" he said. "Yes!" And he stripped off his own shirt.
Springfield Harrity, "Springy" to his few friends was an oddity in this life and he knew it. In his youth at times he liked to play with dolls and dress up in his mother's clothes, and at other times he enjoyed sports. His father, Gus Harrity, who had played professional football and had made a fortune in Real Estate after his playing days, was disgusted with Springy. "What's the matter with him?" Springy had heard him ask many times. "Did I bring a queer in this world? What's wrong with him?"
His family doctor finally told him on his sixteenth birthday after he had demanded. "You were born a hermaphrodite. That is you had both a penis and vagina. We sewed up the vagina and prescribed hormones. You are a man but your penis will always be underdeveloped. Further, without constant use of the hormones, you will find yourself thinking and acting female. So, in reality you're lucky. You may be either-or. Take you pick."
Springy alternated. For a couple of months each year he deserted the hormones and enjoyed wearing female wigs and things, going to dances as female and allowing the men to fondle him. This was one of those periods, and he wanted to play a bull dyke and eat pussy. He watched Tess as she undressed and congratulated himself on picking such a beauty.
She was barely five feet tall and couldn't weigh a hundred pounds. Her raven black hair billowed about her innocent, Elizabeth Taylor look-alike face and cascaded over milky white satin-soft shoulders. Her breasts were huge, voluptuous, pink-white canopies of pudding that were topped by reddish pink erect nipples.
Her waist pinched in to a ridiculous tiny circle, and her velutinous, salacious hips flared, heart-shaped to solid-soft lascivious perfect legs. "Turn around." He knew his eves were glowing. When she did, his mouth drooled from her firm, proud ass hillocks with just the hint of cunt hairs in the "V" of her legs. "Now come over here," he said and sat on the bed facing her.
When she walked up, Springy grasped one of her magnificent velvet soft, warm tit globes in his hands and gently sucked in the tasty nipple. "Ohhh!" she moaned and leaned forward, and the thrill of giving pleasure flashed through him. He dug his fingers into the hot, ripe, resilient flesh and licked and bit the rubbery joy. God, but she was receptive!
Tess forgot about her father's wondrous cock. This feminine-looking man was sparking scintillating shivers of lascivious delight with his tongue and fingers. She pressed harder into the flaming mouth-cavern and grabbed the back of his head for more. "OOhhh!" She spasmed again as he captured her nipple between tongue and roof of his mouth and flipped it savagely.
Tess had had her tit sucked before but never with such tender carnal enchantment. "OOOHHH!" She came again; then his marvelous hands released their luxurious kneading and drifted down her aroused body. My goodness! What is he going to do now?
His gentle fingers curved around and under her quivering ass mounts and sought her pulsating, oozing pussy. Tess opened her legs for more.
His fingers gently touched her precious protruding, come-slick vulva and provocatively wormed inside her scorching, radiating fuck hole. "Oh God!" She dropped her face to the top of his head and reveled in his glorious fervent tongue and erogenous tempting fingers. If she only had a cock in her! If only! "GGOWWDDD!" She quivered and spasmed a bolting orgasm as his fingers found and pinched her clitoris. Her knees weakened and she started to squat, but his teeth fastened on her explosive nipple and his head pulled her upright. Oh Shit! Fuck! This couldn't go on. She needed, wanted something. "Eat me!" she panted. "Do it! Please, I'm going crazy!"
Springy smiled inwardly. He was getting to her. He was getting her good! But she wasn't quite hot enough to do what he wanted her to do. He mouthed and chewed on her irresistible heated, glutinous breast and twirled and pinched her erect, excited clitty.
Springy was going to eat her. He wanted to mash his lips, his tongue, his teeth into her slippery, searing, ungodly soft vibrant fuck throat, but first he craved the tit. He worked his other hand around her tumultuous, radiating, quivering ass globes and gently probed at her glowing sepia hole. She moaned and quivered in sparkling insatiable erogenous joy.
He popped his index finger into her velvet, grasping, wet asshole and heard her cry out in orgasm, and she surrendered her tight sphincter for more.
Simultaneously, he twiddled and whirled his two right fingers in her bucking, fervent cunt.
"OOHHH SHITT!" she cried. "Oh fuck me! Eat me! Pinch me! Do anything, but faster! HARDER! OOHHH GOODDD!" Her whole body spasmed and jerked in her ecstatic succulent release.
He released his tooth grip on her shimmering nipple and started down her perspiring body. He buried his nose and lips in her velutinous, warm, tender stomach and felt her raising on her toes to surrender her burning pussy to his searching lips. He dipped his glutinous lips to the top of her aroused mons veneris and sucked on the quivering silken-haired mound. Now he could smell her urgent cunt-fuck bouquet and felt the torrid pussy heat intensify.
She was bucking and jumping on her toes in her eagerness for his lips and mouth to bite on her raging quim. He continued massaging and squeezing her glittering clitoris while oozing his finger-in and out of her submissive asshole, then he started to lean back on the bed. She followed in a frenzied fuck daze as he knew she would.
His falling backward made her climb on the bed and straddle his face. Her drooling, quivering cunt was directly over his burning tongue. "FUCK MY NOSE!" he panted.
Tess was in an insatiable fuck fog. She wanted, needed fulfillment. She would do anything at this moment to achieve orgasm and release from her personal thrashing, clawing, tearing monster. The words, "Fuck my nose!" were like offering her father's cock. It was something she had to do to climb the fuck heaven of ecstatic bliss. She dipped her eager cunt over his long bony nose and vulva-lip squeezed for entrapment.
The sudden, torrid, boiling wet, inner softness of Tess's cunt grabbing his nose, blew Springy's mind. His underdeveloped cock sprang to a throbbing three inch hard-on and began to pulsate in orgasm expectation.
Springy grasped Tess's inner thighs and moved her spraying velutinous hole up and down his nose and upper lip. He was buried in women musk and could taste her scorching love nectar.
"Awwwww!" he moaned as the hot fuck juice slid down his cheeks and slimed his nose and built degrading gratification in his balls and body.
Tess couldn't believe the wonderful, lustful enchantment she felt by fucking another human being's face. It was degrading, yet her mind reveled in the exaltation of dirtied lasciviousness. Oh fuck! What was the matter with her?
It was a miniature cock and it was heavenly. Ecstatic bliss soared from her quim and radiated throughout her body. She was coming! "Oohh sshitt!" she moaned. She pumped harder on his nose. As she did, Springy's charring tongue lapped out and touched her explosive clitty.
"OOHHH GGGOOODDD!" Tess bellowed and pressed her ravenous fervent pussy to his nose and tongue as the luscious, ecstatic rapture built in her womb. "OH GAWD!" she called and mashed on the back of Springy's head to get his flaming tongue deeper in her raging cunt.
Springy just needed one more insane response from Tess and his throbbing, excited cock would explode. He sucked and mouthed the projecting, volatile clitty and clawed at Tess's fiery ass.
"OOOHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK!" Tess screamed and her body convulsed in jerking, exquisite come rapture. Springy sucked and mouthed the drooling, twitching clit until his own ungodly goodness erupted from his balls and dashed up his cock in erogenous intensity. When the sensuous heaven erupted from his cockhead, he released the spurting clitty and screamed in erotic come ecstasy. "AAAWWWmEEEEE. SSHHIinTTTT!"
His wee cock spurted jism like a miniature volcano, and his hips bucked as he fucked the world. He had gotten what he wanted. He had been nose fucked, had eaten pussy, then came to the world. He was in orgasm heaven.
Tess was spent but not satisfied. She had come, but her personal monster was still growling deep in her womb. She needed a cock in her. She needed her father's magnificent cock in her. She felt Springy push on her hip bones, and she rolled off of his face.
"Is that it?" Tess asked. If she was through here maybe she had time to get home and perhaps catch her father alone. It was a terrible thought and she hated herself for thinking it, but dear God! But she wanted to get fucked!
"For a minute," Springy said. "Let me rest then I'll pleasure you."
Tess's heart skipped. Pleasure her! Maybe he would fuck her! Tess looked to his crotch to see his prick. What the hell! It wasn't any larger than her middle finger. Tess made a face. All that tiny thing could do would be to tease her and increase her longing. She needed her father's long pole.
"Not with that." Springy shook his head. "I'm not going to screw you. It's something different. You'll like it, you'll see! Come on, I'm ready now. Let's go into the bathroom."
Tess didn't know why they were going to the bathroom, but she went. Springy said she would like it. Whatever it was!
"Sit in the tub," Springy ordered, "and splay your legs over the sides. I want your reddened, puffy, delicious cunt looking up at me!"
Tess did as he asked. When she was in position, Springy turned the water to luke warm, then adjusted the shower head so only one thin, hard forceful torrent came out. "Ready?" he asked. Then Tess nodded he said, "all right, close your eyes."
Tess did and almost immediately felt the full force of the luke warm water strike her directly on the cunt. "Ohh!" blew out of her lips. The watery surge stimulated a new lascivious desire in her wanting fuck burrow. The pressure of the sensuous water was on the outside of her cunt, yet caused an intense salacious yearning on the inside.
"Like it?" Springy asked. "Open your vulva lips and let it play on your come-button."
Tess did and damn near fainted. The force of the water was like a thousand lascivious hammers that were scintillating lustful blows of her very being. The maelstrom whirled her clitoris and radiated erogenous vibrations throughout her body. Tess thrust her aroused cunt upward to gather more of the erotic goodness.
"Oh Shit!" poured from her throat as she was caught in the delicious fuck ecstasy. "It's too much, too much. I coming! I'm coming! OHHH FUCK!!"
Then Springy alternately turned the water from ice cold to hot and back again, ,and Tess's entire womb and guts exploded in a holocaust of ecstatic rapture. It felt so ungodly ravenous, yet was so excruciatingly painful that Tess knew she was going to die.
"I can't stop COMING!" Tess screamed. "STOP IT! STOP IT! OH GAAWWDD!" Her entire body spasmed and jerked in carnal insanity, but she continued to hold her quim open, and her bucking, twitching cunt positioned for more.
Springy's eyes were burning with defiled excitement. His dwarf cock had sprung out in a hard-on. Springy jumped to Tess's side and pulled her groping mouth over to his wee prick. "SUCK IT!" He ground his hand into her hair and twisted her inviting lips to his cock. Tess scooped in the scorching morsel desperately.
The ice cold and torrid hot spraying water paralyzed and excited her pumping coming clitoris while her mouth suddenly was full of fervent thrusting gristle. Tess sucked all of Springy's cock in her mouth, but it wasn't enough. In her intense, insatiable, glutinous fuck frenzy, she wanted prick rammed into her gullet to satisfy the terrible need in her prickless fuck-cavern. Her lips gulped public hair in her need for more cock but there was no more.
"AWWW SHIT!" Springy yelled and thrust plunged his wee jism-belching cock into Tess's eager mouth.
Tess felt and tasted the delicious salty jism and sucked for more while the alternating hot and cold water was literally blowing her mind in exquisite, hellish, unbearable orgasms.
"Ahhh, let loose!" Springy yelled as his wee prick shot blanks, and his body convulsed from the twitching sensitivity. "QUIT!" He jerked hard on Tess's burrowing head and pulled her wanting mouth from his shivering pee wee.
The violent action changed Tess's body position, and the excruciating pain ecstasy of the stream moved away from her sparking clitoris. Tess fell back in the tub and gulped for breath. Oh God! What an experience!
Springy turned off the water and left the bathroom. Tess was again alone with her terrible craving monster that was thrashing so deep in her groin. What was she going to do? What in the hell was she going to do? She was in worse shape now than she was this morning while fondling her father's massive, beautiful cock. God! Would she never get fucked? Springy's tiny prick wasn't much to look forward to, but it was far better than nothing.
The bedroom was empty when Tess finished. What the hell! Where was he? She wrapped a beach towel around her still ardent fuck-craving body and went downstairs. Bruce was having his breakfast.
"You made a fast hundred." He paused before stuffing scrambled eggs in his mouth. "Hang loose, there are a couple more on their way over."
"A couple more?" Tess was confused. "But what happened to Springy? Was that all he wanted?"
Bruce grinned. "Weird, isn't he?"
Tess felt a letdown. That was all he wanted. He was weird. Springy had eaten her snatch; she fucked his nose; he made her come with the water; then she sucked his cock. It had been a fast hundred dollars, but shit! She rubbed at her stomach and thought food might help. "Can I have some?" she asked.
"Sure!" Bruce nodded toward the refrigerator and stove. "Eggs are in the box, pan and butter on the stove. Help yourself."
Tess fried her eggs and buttered her toast, but she couldn't get her father's thunderous prong out of her mind. Lord, what would something that huge and thick feel like in her? It had to be ungodly good. Her mother needed it and craved it at least twice a day. Rick's cock had been heavenly, but it wasn't quite as long or thick as her father's. So what would, it feel like?
Of course, she could find out. She could wait until she caught her father alone as she had this morning and flat rape him! Yeah! Why not? Tess had learned how men respond when they have a hard-on, and especially when they are on the verge of coming. It would be simple, it really would! All she had to do was press one of her breasts into his face while she had hold of his cock, and he would fuck her! Yes! Yes! She would do it! She would make him screw her, maybe this afternoon.
"Who are the two coming over?" she asked while wolfing her eggs.
"Two virgin thirteen-year-olds." Bruce said, "It shouldn't take you ten minutes."
"Thirteen-year-olds?" Tess was shocked. "Kids?"
Bruce grinned. "What's the difference? Their money is good."
Tess couldn't have that! Not babies! Not fast on the trigger, little-pricked children after she been dreaming of her daddy's monster!
"No way!" she said and left her breakfast. "I don't screw children. Call me if you get a man. I'm going home."
Bruce yelled and screamed but she left anyway. All she could think about was her daddy's huge prick. The cabin was empty. A note said they would be back later. Shittt! Double Shit!
The dildo!! Her mother's dildo. That was it. Why hadn't she thought of it sooner. Tess was aglow just thinking about the huge rubber prick. It was in her mother's suitcase. Tess hefted the colossal sixteen inch phallus and her heart sank. It was too large, way too large, even thicker than her upper arm! While she could control the length, she was just too damn tiny to take such a massive pole. Frustrated, she put it back.
Tess rubbed her drooling quim through her dress and tried to ease the awful craving desire. It did no good. The only thing that would give her relief was a stiff cock. A large, stiff cock!
Tess went to the door of the cabin and looked out over the campgrounds. Maybe she could entice a big-pricked male into her den and fuck him until his eyes bugged out. The grounds were filled with them. Old bald-headed men in Bermuda shorts with gray-haired chests or young teen-agers gangling around with softballs. Shit! What was the matter with her? She couldn't take a man off the streets and screw him ... could she?
Tess flopped on her parent's bed to be near the prick she wanted. Up on the shelf over the sink was a box she had never noticed before. The faded print said, "VIBRATOR." Tess got it down.
Good heavens! It was built like a cock! It was made of steel with a soft rubber cover over it and was about six inches long. Tess grinned. The instructions said to plug in the vibrator and roll it over sore muscles for instant relief. If Tess knew her mother, the vibrator never felt an armpit. Tess went into her room and plugged in the contraption. It buzzed and vibrated in her hand and sent currents up her arm.
"Muscles hell!" Tess said out loud. She turned it off and hurriedly undressed. When she was naked and on her back, she splayed her anticipating legs, turned on the charmer, and gentled it toward her now aroused, oozing palpitating cunt.
"OOHHH FUUCKKK!" she bellowed out loud before jerking the tool away from her astonished pussy and clamping a hand over her mouth. The erotic wildness of the vibrator had taken her completely by surprise and forced the outcry. Tess stayed in bed and glanced around the corner of her bedroom to the open cabin door. She hoped her outcry hadn't caused attention. She waited a minute, then lay back down.
My goodness! She had to work this little jewel differently. There was no way she could get the vibrating devil into her pussy while it was operating. She gentled the six incher to her leaking wanting box and inserted the head just past her pouting, inflamed vulva.
Ahhhhhh! That was better. Cautiously she worked the vibrator in and out of her aroused, ardent cave. Slowly but surely pussy wetted the quasi-cock. When she had it embedded to the hilt, she flipped the switch and enjoyed.
One moment her cunt was ravenous in its need and her monster was tearing up her insides, and the next, a gentle and delightful, erogenous feeling agitated and radiated delicious, carnal delights throughout her being.
Tess released the vibrator and lay back, her arms over her head in surrender, her quim and ass gently writhing to the sensuous, luxurious joy. Oh fuck! But this was heaven! Heaven!
The vibrator was heaven sent. It lay in her glistening cunt and emitted gentle, soothing, lascivious waves of captivating enjoyment. But it wasn't enough! Tess brought her hands to her full, lustful breasts and tried to increase the enjoyment by kneading and imagining that it was her father's thick strong hands that were pleasing her. It wasn't working.
Oh shit but she wanted to come! The gentle vibrations were soothing and did wondrous delightful things to her starving pussy, but they weren't bringing her to a climax.
Tess reached down and started to masturbate with the vibrator. Oh yes! Yes indeed! That was better! Much better! She could feel the phallus rubbing the sides of her craving cunt. Oh yes! Yes! She reached down with her other hand and sought out her erect hardened clitoris and gave it a pinch.
"OH GAWD!" she called out at the exploding ecstasy and groped to pinch again.
"Seems to me ... The voice crept into Tess's consciousness, and she opened her eyes in startled surprise. It was Jason, the old watchman, and he had his beautiful, thick, long, splendid cock in his hand. "Seems that you could use a little of this, young lady? Huh? What you say?"
Tess turned off the vibrator, removed it, and tossed it across the room. "Oh God, yes!" she said. "Get undressed!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jason took his time shedding his shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and finally his shorts. When he stood naked before her, Tess couldn't believe she was actually going to fuck this old man.
Jason was old and wrinkled, just a scarecrow really with sparse gray hairs on his bony narrow chest, thin wiry arms and purple-veined scrawny legs. He was old enough to be her grandfather and would be disgusting to her if it weren't for his magnificent huge, semi-hard cock that jutted out from his gray pubic hairs like some immense tantalizing sausage.
It didn't look quite as huge as her father's. It wasn't as thick nor quite as long, but it was by far the closest prick to daddy's that Tess had ever seen. "Come on!" Her stomach muscles were twisting with expectation, and her salivating, craving cunt was twitching for the lascivious, muscular masculinity.
Jason grinned and spit out his false teeth. "Sure honey." He looked around the room for somewhere to place his teeth. "Where can I set these?"
God! With the removal of his teeth, his face pinched up like Popeye's. "Anywhere!" Tess didn't give a shit. She wanted, needed his tremendous cock. "On the dresser! On the dresser! Come on!"
Jason set his teeth down and shuffled to the bed, a wide toothless grin on his old pinched face. "You want ole Jason bad, don't you honey?"
Tess did! Oh Lord, but she did! Never in her young life had she imagined that she would be begging for a cock, let alone a prick from an old man, but she couldn't seem to control herself.
"Yes!" She splayed her tender, hot, satin-soft legs and offered her insatiable pussy. "Come on! Please!"
Jason chuckled and crawled on the bed down by her feet. Tess waited for him to settle into the position and closed her eyes in surrender. She would feel the wonderful, thick, huge appendage soon. Any moment now her terrible ravenous need would be stilled. But it wasn't his cock she felt.
Instead, his bony hands caressed the inside of her trembling thighs and worked their way down and under her tumultuous ass cheeks. Tess opened her eyes and saw Jason's face an inch or two from her glistening, aroused chalice. What the hell! What the hell! Then she realized he was going to kiss her wanting cunt. Oh Yes! Yes! She hunched up for his hot, groping mouth.
Jason's lips plucked at her flaxen pubic hairs and gently stretched her mons veneris. A soft moan of delight oozed from her lips and she lay back.
Jason was an artist. She felt his searing lips kiss her quivering vulva lips over her erect, tingling clit. When Jason began to knead the soft pussy flesh with his kiss, Tess splayed her trembling thighs further, and when the sudden dart of his fiery tongue flashed across the tip of her clit, her whole body convulsed and jerked.
Jason dug his fingers into her glutinous buttocks and began long, thrilling, salacious laps from her cunt mouth to her clitty.
"Oh sweet Jesus!" Tess writhed. "Oh Jason! Jason! That's so gooooddd!" Tess whimpered with the sheer erogenous bliss as his face came deeper into the burning and craving pussy. Then Jason's torrid tongue dove deeper into her shimmering, drooling cunt, and she felt the wet channel spasm around it.
Suddenly a finger, then two, slipped into her ravenous cunt, and it felt as if Jason had sucked her pussy lips and clitty into his mouth and was half gnawing and chewing the volatile cunt flesh. Her hips and pelvis were bouncing and flailing uncontrollably as the fingers wiggled, stretching her vaginal muscles. The meaty feeling of having her whole snatch chewed and licked, sucked into one juicy, incredibly salacious wad, spiraled her into erotic, delicious ecstasy. "OOOHHHH GGAAAWWWWWDD!" she bellowed and almost crushed his moving fingers as she bore down on her cunt lips.
Tess wanted Jason's face to tear her fuck-hole apart, wanted her cunt mouth to open and swallow his entire head. She heard a voice moaning, "Oh stop! Stop! Of fuck! Fuck! Stop! She wondered where it came from. When the unholy exquisite feeling in her vagina slackened for a minute, when the delighted sparkling chunk of pussy flesh was feeling the long, hard, slippery laps along the whole length of her wanting cunt again, she realized that the moaning was hers.
"Oh God! Oh please God! Jason! Jason! Eat me! Eat me! Oh please fuck me!" Tess moaned as the luxurious orgasm dwindled and another began.
Oh Lord, but she had never been eaten so deliciously before. Rachael had been wonderful but nobody, nothing, had ever licked and sucked every sensitive part of her provocative, lascivious canal like this. Tess was panting and groaning and twitching inside even as Jason pulled his mouth away from her explosive pussy and grinned up at her.
"You like that, hey?"
"Omigod Yes! Yes!" Tess tried to catch her breath. "Nobody has every done it that good. I felt like my cunt wanted to gobble open and swallow your whole head."
Jason chuckled and crawled up her glistening, ardent body. "I didn't figure they had ... now I fucks you!"
Tess was almost beside herself with desire. She watched Jason kneel before her splayed thighs and position his colossal cock before her lustful, fervent twat. "Please!" she begged softly. In her whole fifteen years she had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted to feel Jason's tremendous, pleasure-giving cock. She rocked her inflamed portal upward, making the charring knob of his horrendous monster begin to force its stretching way into her volatile, luminous coosy.
"Ohh shitttt!" she moaned from the tantalizing, lascivious enchantment. She'd never felt any cock so boiling hot, so ungodly hard, or so massive, force its way into her frenzied drooling furnace so gently, yet so hurtingly. The mammoth glans seemed to keep spreading and spreading the walls of her lustful cunt and opening the inner lips of her pussy labyrinth to a new width.
Suddenly it wasn't Jason at all who was fucking her. His wrinkled face faded in her sensuous, incandescent fuck-fog, to her father's, and the prick assaulting her most wanting carnal hole was that of her daddy's. She was forced to bite her lower lip as the gigantic knob passed the tightness of her pussy sphincter.
"Oohhh! Ooohhh!" she moaned and waved her head back and forth as the delicious wonder of his colossal, iron-hard prick filled her radiating burrow with unholy closeness. She expected her vulva lips to close down behind the knob of the luscious prong, but instead, his foreskin lumped up like a collar and spread her urgent pussy that much more. It was almost too much! Too much!
"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she groaned. "I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm going to come!"
"Come" she heard. "Come you little cunt ... do it!" Hard fingers mashed into her quivering, ardent ass cheeks.
Tess had never felt such erogenous bliss. The terribly thick, prick plunged deeper in her overstrained, lubricant-seeping inlet and sparked ravenous jolts of luscious rapture cascading throughout her body. Her entire pelvis was shining and spreading like a lustrous flower to engulf him.
She bent her back and drove for more of the enchanting appendage while harsh wild animal noises rasped in her throat.
"That's it," a voice urged. "Come you little devil. Come!"
Tess did. The blinding, roaring, carnal deliciousness plunged ever upward until skyrockets of glorious insanity exploded in her womb and rocked her very being in a maelstrom of ecstasy, and she screamed.
"Hush!" Jason slapped her face. "Hush, the neighbors will hear!"
Tess stopped yelling but couldn't stop trembling or coming. The iron-hard thick massiveness of Jason's horn was the center around which her jerking cunt swirled and spasmed. She was in a hurricane of erogenous bliss, still, way back in her mind, a small voice of reason said, All this and he's not all the way in you. Will you be able to stand the joy?
"Oh Daddy!" She threw her arms around Jason's neck. "More, more, give me all of your wonderful cock. Fuck me Daddy! I love you!"
Again she heard a chuckle and the splendid cock plunged another two inches into her pussy. Tess was being split apart and knew it. She could never take all of the wonderful, scorching rod that was slowly, lasciviously, moving out of her captivating cunt, then driving back into her slippery, silken, titillating cavern and pushing itself to new depths, to new ... "Oh Goodddd!" Tess quivered and battered her head against the pillows. "No more! I can't stand it!"
But it didn't quit. Instead the enormous, stone- hard, glowing pole retreated, paused, then plunged wickedly into her, and their pelvic bones cuddled together.
"OHH, GAWD! GAWD!" Tess shrieked. The monstrous, tumultuous cock had bumped the orifice opening of her womb and engulfed her in a rapturous yet hurtful fog.
Tess's body convulsed and shook in orgasm bliss. The terrible, beautiful prick was pushing against her womb opening and forcing bolt after bolt of painful yet succulent come vibrations to radiate throughout her being. Tess couldn't stand it. She beat at Jason's back and flung her head back and forth against the pillows. "QUIT! STOP! OH GOD! OH GOD!"
Her body was beyond her control. His enormous, hideous, precious prick was pressing on her orgasm releasing button, and it felt so ungodly ecstatic and enslavingly wonderful that she wanted it to go on forever, yet she couldn't stand it!
She heard a chuckle again then the wonderful pole backed off her most sensitive fuck-button and began slow, long, luxuriously wonderful strokes in and out of her craving, drooling, insatiable furnace. It was heaven! Heaven!
Tess had never been stuffed so thoroughly. The enormous prick slid back and forth, in and out of her salivating, sparkling pussy. When it bottomed out and tickled her womb orifice, Tess felt as if her spine were nailed to the bed.
The weight on her chest wasn't Jason's, it was her father's, and she cushioned it by the firm voluptuous masses of her large perspiring breasts. Even flat on her back, the cleft between her tits were tightly pressed, and Tess worked her shoulders trying to swallow her daddy's sweating wonderful chest with her titties.
"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus, Daddy! I'm coming again." Tess dug at Jason's back and flung her legs wildly above his plunging ass.
Jason was breathing heavily; his entire body was arching and ramming his glorious cock faster and faster in and out of her exquisite pussy.
"Harder!" she begged. "Faster, deeper, HARDER!"
The excruciating, sensuous deliciousness was becoming unbearable. Her stomach was knotting with the deep rocking of the fuck. Her ardent ass cheeks were bucking for more. She gripped Jason's scrawny ass cheeks and pulled him into her on his down stroke to swallow more and more of the luscious roaring prick.
"Now!" Tess begged. "Now! Now! Now! come! T can't stand it! PLEASE, DEAR GOD! COME NOWWWW!"
"Yeah!" Jason grunted from his effort and banged his huge throbber savagely into her quivering, drooling, boiling cunt. "Go on and come! Go on!"
"AAHHHHH!" tore from Tess's throat as the insane, luscious, ecstatic surrender spurted from her womb and cascaded throughout her body like tumultuous drops of luxurious ecstasy. "I CAN'T STAND IT!" Tess yowled.
"Yes you can!" Jason growled and continued flailing her palpitating cunt with thunderous, booming, pile-driving strokes. "Just keep coming. Keep your pussy milking at me. That's what I need to come. Oh shit! Oh shit!"
Tess was coming from the bottom of her wildly waving feet, up her perspiration-laden, silken legs, to the center of her carnal, tumultuous, ravenous pussy. The blissful, erotic, ceaseless splendor bathed her belly and tingled her explosive voluptuous tits as the electric bursts of rapture engulfed her being in a lustrous, lascivious, frenzied fuck-heaven.
If only his wondrous cock would penetrate her womb orifice! If only it would tear inside and slay her terrible needing dragon. "OOOHHHHH!" Tess was beside herself. Daddy's terrible, wonderful cock was hard and was sending lustful, delighted, erotic bolts of pure insanity every time it boiled in and out of her volatile, submissive, raging cave.
Tess couldn't go on, yet would die if it stopped. Her mind was a maelstrom of salacious, majestic, exquisite fuck-fog, and her body a writhing, submitting, wanting, insatiable cunt.
"OH FUCK ME!" she begged. "COME! COME! COME! I CAN'T STAND IT!" Then she felt the terrible beautiful rod expand and strain in its pumping, driving frenzy. The already too thick prick increased and fought for space in the constant tight grasp of her pussy labyrinth. Daddy was on the verge of coming!
Tess was torn and caught in the worst fuck delirium of her fifteen years. The ungodly rapturous feeling of consuming orgasm sparked in her and demanded continuance. Daddy's massive prick had flung her to an erotic, enchanting heaven that she did not want to retreat from. Still, she needed, wanted, just had to have his delicious, jolting orgasm splashing so deep in her cave. She whimpered and drove her insatiable craving cunt upwards for his pole while clawing and pulling at his ass cheeks.
Jason grunted deep in his throat and an involuntary shudder quivered along his body. "Oh fuck! he panted. "Oh! Oh! OOHHH GAAWWDDDD!" Great gobs of pent-up boiling jism splashed onto Tess's craving womb mouth.
Tess screamed when the first fiery jolt bathed her womb. "AAIIIEEEEE," tore from her throat, her voice exploding in the cabin. The second jism burst followed, and Tess was as astonished at the pressure of the come-bolt as it shot past her squeezing pussy and onto her glistening, wanting womb. The pure lustful ecstasy that radiated in her cunt opened her mouth and eyes and stilled her screaming voice.
They strained. Their pelvic bones mashed together as Jason tried to fill the farthest reaches of her belly with his throbbing spitting horn, while Tess commanded her cunt muscles to milk and drain his shimmering, resilient prong.
Jason's third come-shot was smaller, or perhaps Tess could no longer gauge or no longer cared. Her body had no local senses now; all was consumed in an erogenous, radiating, sensuous surrender of ecstatic bliss.
Still their fuck zones pressed, Jason grunting while Tess screamed out her final release. Each time Jason's magnificent cock belched out another thick mass of jism deep in her, Tess's pussy and womb exploded to new peaks of carnal deliciousness.
"Enter me!" she begged. "Drive your cock into my womb!" And she hunched and wiggled for deeper entry.
"Shit!" Jason relaxed and allowed his cock to soak and drain the few last pearls of come. "Can't do it, sweetie. It's all over now."
"No!" Tess wiggled her cunt at Jason's softening hammer. "One more time!" Just one!"
"HEY!" A voice came from just outside the cabin door. "Anyone home in there?"
Tess sobered. Jason rolled quickly off her, dragging out his wonderful tool in the process. "Who is it?" he whispered, frightened.
Tess shook her head, leaned over the bed and peeked around the corner of the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's only the guy from the camp office."
"HEY!" he shouted again. "Is Tess there?"
"Yes!" Tess called. "What do you want?"
"Not me," the kid said. "It's you. You have a phone call at the office."
"All right," Tess said, "I'll be there in a minute." Then she turned to Jason. Her personal fuck-monster that lived in her womb was again biting and clawing, and she was still filled with a fuck-love for Jason. "Don't go away," she said. "I'll find out what it's all about and be back." She reached over and gripped Jason's still huge, but softening cock and smiled. "I want to get on top. Maybe it will reach that way!"
Jason shook his head and grinned. "You kids are something. But there was a day I fucked them, they stayed fucked. Guess I'm just getting old."
Tess panicked and didn't know why. "You're not old, you're all right. You'll see. You'll wait for me, won't you?"
Jason shook his head. "Spirit willing but the flesh is getting weak. You done got my load for the day. Maybe tomorrow."
Tess could cry. Lord she needed to be satisfied.
"You best get on with that phone call," Jason said "Could be important."
It was Bruce.
"Come on over, baby," his nasal voice whined over the phone. "I got you a customer."
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was way out and strictly dream stuff, but all the way over to Bruce's house, Tess hoped and prayed the customer would be her father! Or, at least a man with a cock that was the same size. Jason had given her the greatest enjoyment that she had ever known, but he just wasn't big enough to set her terrible desire to rest.
"Who is he?" Tess asked Bruce before she got in the door.
Bruce closed the door behind her and smirked. "He hell! It's tinsel town again!"
"Tinsel town?" Tess was confused. "What?"
"Another lez, dummy." Bruce jerked his head. "She's in the spare bedroom. Go get her."
A lesbian! Damn! Tess thought back to Rachael. It had been nice but what she needed now was the relief that only a huge prick could give.
"Whatcha waiting for?" Bruce asked. "She's been up there an hour. Go on!"
Still Tess hesitated. "Who is it? Rachael?"
"No." Bruce grinned again. "You'd never guess, never in a hundred years, but I'll give you a hint. She's one of the biggest show business draws in Las Vegas, coochy-coos a lot, is built like a brick shit-house and murders the English language."
Tess's eyes opened in surprise and delight. "Not her? You're kidding me?"
Bruce nodded. "Fact! So, don't keep that lovely chili pepper waiting."
Tess forgot all about her personal monster as she bounded up the stairs. Coochy-coo! Oh my goodness, coochy-coo!! Coochy was lovelier naked and in person than ever on the T.V. screen. Her long golden hair framed her beautiful baby face and cascaded about her milky white shoulders. Her pinkish white voluptuous breasts were huge melons, topped with reddish erect coronas. Her waist was ridiculously tiny. Then her velutinous, tantalizing, caressing hips flared out, their dipped to satin soft, sponge-rubber hard, sensuous legs. Even her quim was seductive. Sparse golden hairs fluttered gently from her mons veneris then dipped shyly between her glistening, velvet thighs. Oh my! Oh my!
"Are you thee won?" Coochy's smile was dazzling, and her big brown eyes actually sparkled in surprised delight.
Tess flushed at the obvious pleasure she was giving her favorite entertainer. "Yes."
"Ohhh! Now ain't thees Rachael thee honest won tho. Come on cupcake, geet your clothes off. I am going to have some fun, you betcha!"
Tess forgot all about her personal monster. She was going to make love to and be loved by the most beautiful, most sexy woman in show business.
Coochy watched Tess undress and was almost possessed with the desire to have this tender, teen-aged morsel." How many years now had it been since she became a lesbian? Eight? Ten? No matter! She had turned to it out of desperation. Her famous, but old, old husband couldn't get it up anymore after their first year of marriage. With his jealousy, he hired female guardians to go and do everything with her, even to sleep with her. Coochy smiled in secret. That was his mistake. That's where her sex tastes changed. But in all the years, she had never had one this well built, this young.
As Tess tossed off her skirt and started toward her, Coochy almost drooled. She was such a beautifully built, pink and white woman-child. She stared at Tess's large voluptuous breasts, so sensuous looking, so soft, yet firm and pointed. It had been a long time since she had seen such lovelies. They were even prettier, fuller, more firm than her giant glistening mounts, and they quivered as she walked. They were so creamy white, with such small delicate raisin pink nipples.
Her skin seemed liquid satin as it squeezed to a ridiculously small waist then flared to perfect roundness of his and then to sponge-rubber soft, yet solid thighs and calves. My goodness! My goodness!
"Closer!" Coochy breathed as the delightful child stopped before her. When she stepped in close, Coochy cupped one of the luxurious, warm, sponge-satin breasts. It was as if she were digging her fingers in hot yielding pudding. The child's pink hard nipples probed and nudged the center of her hand and promised lustful delights.
Coochy reached and gripped the other voluptuous hillock. Good God! Sparks of lascivious mirth radiated up her arms, spread and warmed her own ardent breasts, then dove to aliveness into her drooling, twitching cunt.
Coochy couldn't stand it. She griped one of the shimmering, velvet breasts, dipped her head and greedily mouthed the sugar tit.
"Ohh!" Tess moaned.
Coochy ran her fiery tongue around the tender, rubbery corona and tried to stuff more of the delicious goodness into her mouth. The girl was so warm, so soft and yielding, so tantalizing firm yet lustful. Coochy wanted to eat her breast, mash her volatile boobs, and inhale her whole being into her body and soul as a vampire renewed his life by sucking the blood of a youth.
"Ohhh shittt!" Tess groaned again.
When Coochy felt Tess's fervent clutching hands on the back of her head, pressing her greedy mouth into the pendulous boobs for more, it blew her mind!
Coochy let go of the tremendous mammary attributes and ran her hands down the sultry, submissive body. It was as if an insatiable, salacious volcano were engulfed within the velutinous skin. Coochy's hands moved to the waist, around the beginnings of her feverish ass cheeks. She palmed the mounds and dug her fingers, lifting, pulling, squeezing, as if she could puncture and release some of the carnal passion that they contained.
Tess's moan and her alternately tightening then releasing her ass cheek muscles set Coochy aflame. Coochy grabbed the glowing ass hillocks and pulled the girl to the bed. Coochy sat and mashed her searing, oozing palpitating cunt into her own tumultuous titties.
Tess wanted Coochy to eat her cunt. When she first walked up to this beautiful, alluring, sensuous woman, she wanted to suck and fondle Coochy's glistening, captivating body. But now that Coochy's velvet, hot hands were tantalizing her ardent ass globes and her fervent, velutinous lips were nibbling and tongue-teasing her aroused sparkling breast nipple, all that Tess wanted was more.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. It was a delicious, lustrous, insatiable feeling. She was being caressed into a lascivious bundle of erotic jelly. She pressed her ravenous raging furnace into Coochy's salacious, velutinous tits and raised on her toes to bring her drooling sleeve closer to her mouth. Simultaneously she pushed down on Coochy's head to give her the idea. Coochy understood.
Coochy's fiery mouth reluctantly released its grip on her insatiable tit-node and licked flaming worm paths down her chest. Her tongue traced to her solar plexis, lingered in enchanting relish, then dipped and plunged into her navel.
"Ohh shit!" Tess mashed the glorious head into her and strained her frantic cunt upwards for the entrance of the charring, probing digit. Coochy didn't respond. Instead Tess felt her strong, yet gentle hands dip under the cheeks of her ass and splay her pussy lips in urgent savage brutality. "No!" Tess cried out in luscious pain as the fingernails scraped and tore at her incessant triangular bush. Still, she tipped and backed her sugar scoop for more.
God! What was wrong with her? It hurt! It ... it ... OOHHH! She came as one of Coochy's enchanting fingers screwed itself into her blazing hole. Each in and out exertion of the insistent prong sent waves of lustful joy cascading throughout her body. She came again as Coochy's groping mouth and fervent tongue left her quivering, craving bellybutton and shimmered down her belly to her mons veneris and the top of her raging crevice.
Coochy's scorching tongue spear darted into her sizzling fuck-throat while her savage finger sawed in and out. The combination of ravenous bliss and excruciating pain drove her out of her mind.
Tess lunged into Coochy's face, impaling her raging cavern over her nose and mouth. Tess's desperate plunge knocked Coochy off balance, and she fell on her back on the bed with Tess frantically fucking her face.
Tess was caught in hurricane of salacious frenzy. Her ravenous, palpitating cunt was being lapped, licked, and mouthed by one of the world's most beautiful and desirable women. Tess wanted to reciprocate. She was beside herself in aroused, craving desire. She wanted to feel, to lick, to maul this goddess of lustful fuck. "On the bed!" she panted. "Get on the bed! I want to eat you!" she cried.
Coochy couldn't believe her good luck. This delightful woman-child with such voluptuous, quivering tits and tender, tasty, cuddling cunt wanted to do the same to her! Oh heavens! Heavens! She dug and clawed herself flat on the bed and offered her erotic, luscious, provocative body to this glutinous, sensuous child.
Tess spun on Coochy's face as if Coochy's tongue were a pivot and buried her face in the raging, blazing, chloride-tasting female-come-scented, leaking furnace. "YYmmmmm!" She quivered at the agitated, churning, lust flavor as her lips and tongue licked and nuzzled the ungodly soft, wet, fervent folds.
Coochy tore her probing tongue from Tess's delicious cave and moaned from the precious, carnal ecstasy. "Ohhh BAA-BBBBB! BAAA-BBBBEEEEE!" A rapturous spark of glorious surrender erupted from her agitated burrow and flashed throughout her body in twitching jerking sensuous jolts.
Tess eagerly gulped the aroused pussy flesh in her ravenous mouth and suck-licked the churning harvest. She felt Coochy's raging sponge-tongue dart into her suddenly frenzied hole and doubled her swirling, probing, groping tongue within the boiling canal.
Tess was going to come! Coochy's teeth had fastened on Tess's clitty and were drawing up volcanic sparks of ravenous ecstasy. Tess vowed to' make Coochy come with her and bought out and captured Coochy's erect clit and slobbered over the volatile node.
Pangs of glorious, intense, succulent joy washed over Coochy as Tess's eager, wanton mouth sucked and drew at the sensitive female-horn. Coochy reached up and clawed her fingernails into Tess's torrid, flailing ass cheeks and pulled to get more of the love-juiced cunt into her mouth.
Coochy was on the verge of insanity. She wanted Tess's glorious tongue, mouth, face, head, everything, inside her luxurious, excited pussy ravine.
And yet, she pushed and mashed her face, lips, and tongue deeper into Tess's precious portal. "UMM! OOO! UUMM!" Coochy moaned and grunted as the churning, delicious, ecstatic waves of provocative passion stirred and rumbled in her lustful vagina.
Tess was two, three sucks from excruciating, frantic orgasm. She gummed the hardening clitoris and whirled her lips and chin into the unbelievable soft, wet, boiling hole while driving her ravenous cunt into Coochy's ardent face. The feel of Coochy's fingernails clawed her past the explosive edge of unparalleled erogenous, orgasm rapture.
Tess screamed in her throat and frantically jerked on Coochy's clitoris to make her beautiful, sexy idol come with her. It worked. Coochy moaned and her fervent, slippery clitty went wild.
Both lovelies tensed and jerked their strained stomach muscles. As they clawed each other's writhing ass mounds and burrowed their glutinous mouths into each other's lustful cunts, each grunted and bellowed their ecstatic rapture into each other's cunt.
The tremendous, luscious, carnal ecstasy drained from Tess first. She pulled her face from Coochy's boiling, satin, slobbering hole and lay gasping on Coochy's still trembling thigh. "Oh God!" She fought for breath. "Oh God, but that was good!"
Coochy reluctantly released Tess's drained clitoris and fought likewise for breath. "Oh Bay-bee!" she panted. "I think that I want to marry you!"
Tess broke out in the giggles and rolled off her perspiration-laden, provocative partner.
Coochy laughed with her. Neither knew what they were laughing about until Bruce came into the room dressed in his Roman Slave Driver outfit and carrying the awful cat-o'-nine-tails. Tess's blood turned cold.
He pointed the whip at Tess and growled, "There's no more customers for you. Go on home."
Coochy had an amused smile on her face. "What ess thee matter with you, guy? You going to thee costumed party or something?"
"Yeah!" Bruce leered. "And you're it. Seeing I've always wanted to fuck you, now is as good a time as ever." He frowned at Tess. "Go on, get out, get out! I'll call you later if something turns up."
Tess was torn. She had a taste of that terrible whip and surely didn't want any more, still, she didn't want her idol to be beaten. "No, don't!" She shook her head at Bruce. "Don't do it!"
"Go on." Bruce threatened with the whip. "Get your clothes and beat it!"
"Say?" Coochy had lost her smile. "What you mean, you are going to fuck me? Are you crazy? My husband wheel keel you."
Bruce chuckled. "Sure he will. If you want him to know about her!" He pointed to Tess then shook his head. "But I don't think you'll tell him. So! I'm going to fuck you." He walked past Tess and stood over Coochy who was still lying on the bed, naked. "And," he continued, "you're going to beg me to fuck you, aren't you?"
"Like thee hell!" Coochy started to rise off the bed, but Bruce reared back and flailed her shoulders with the whip.
Tess grabbed her clothes and ran from the room. She could still hear Coochy begging Bruce to fuck her as Tess went out the door. It made her sad in a way, yet quickened her breath and flushed her cheeks. God! Just the thought of a large, hard cock boring into her wanting hole caused her personal monster to growl. Shit! Maybe she would catch her father alone again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tess spent a squirming evening curled up on the couch watching T.V. with her mother and father. She didn't care what was on the tube: all she could think about was the fascinating bulge in her father's crotch.
What had happened to her? What was wrong with her? No decent, self-respecting fifteen-year-old peeks at her father's crotch and drools in her panties. No well brought up daughter secretly wishes her mother dead just because she cuddles in the arms of her husband. Tess was rotten and dirty, even worse than the whore she was for harboring such thoughts, still, she wanted her father's cock in her! And by God, she would find a way to get it in her!
"Time for beddy-bye," her mother flipped off the eleven o'clock news and smiled lustfully at her husband. "You ready, dear?"
"You betcha."
Damn! The curse banged around Tess's head. He was going to fuck her again! He was even looking forward to it. Tess hated him! Hated her mother! Hated the whole damn rotten world. Still she smiled and yawned and bade them goodnight. But she didn't sleep, she couldn't. Once her parent's bed-springs began to squeak and her mother's moans of ecstatic joy seeped through the walls, Tess was slightly insane with desire.
Her terrible want-monster was literally ripping her guts apart with its demands for satisfaction. Tess's torrid pussy was pulsating and spastically gripping and squeezing her frenzied pumping finger.
Tess had to have a cock in her, nothing else would do. As her mother's whimpering and cries of craving passion increased, Tess remembered the dildo! Oh God! The dildo! The wonderful dildo.
Throwing caution to the winds, Tess leaped out of bed, eased her parent's bedroom door open and crawled on hands and knees to the suitcase.
They didn't hear her, they didn't hear anything. It was almost pitch black in here, but Tess could make out the darker shape of her father, withdrawing, then plunging his magnificent prick deep into her mother's begging cunt. Tess fought down an insane desire to pull her father off her mother and embed his immense, iron cock in her dripping hole. She snatched the dildo and got out of the room as her mother was begging for the pillow.
Tess lay on her back on the bed and felt the enormous dildo. It was at least sixteen inches long and so thick that she couldn't get her wee hands around it. It was made of a hard, yet soft, sponge-rubber substance and was designed exactly like a cock. The head was super smooth and soft and tapered outward in enormous glans penis. It dipped, forming a cockhead, then ran straight down thirteen to fourteen inches of solid prick.
"It will never fit!" Tess moaned softly. "God! Never! Never!" Still, she splayed her craving, heated thighs and offered her drooling pussy for the onslaught. Tess was hot enough for the prong. Her stomach muscles quivered with expectation, her voluptuous breasts were swollen and upright like salacious domes of desire, and her nipples were vibrating and hard with excitement.
Her sizzling, trembling vulva was bloated and willing. Tess sucked in her breath and held it, then let it out in a moan as she brought the tip of the massive dildo to her tiny, aroused cunt and rubbed it up and down to lubricate the wonderful tool. The velvet softness of the scepter caused electric tingles of lascivious bliss to ripple throughout her body.
When the head was wet and slippery from her pussy juice, she pressed cautiously inward. "OOhhh fuck!" Tess felt her vulva lips spread and stretch as the monster seemed to squeeze down to pass her torrid opening. A pain sudden seized her, and she thought she would cry out, but then the glans penis popped passed her cunt sphincter and a craving, delicious surrender engulfed her.
"Ohhh! Awwwwww!" God it felt good. She rocked her pelvis up and down, pushing the tremendous, luscious pole in deeper with each upward thrust. As the dildo fucked slowly up her expanding, stretching, searing hole, she felt as if everything was being pushed outward from her cunt by the incredible girth of the appendage. It was wild! It was wonderful! Oh God, but it hurt.
Her mother was starting to come again in the other room. Tess experienced erotic spasms of sensuous delight ricochet throughout her body. She felt the inner, deep labyrinth of pussy muscles relax and her raging cunt grow slippery and loose, and she discovered the secret of dildo fucking. She had to be hot! She had to be coming wet and hot to take a large cock and feel no pain. She could get it all in her and reached the terrible monster in her womb if only she were hot enough. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and fucked the pole for all her might.
Tess no longer had a dildo in her; this wonderful, thick, hard, long prick belonged to her daddy, and it was he who was fucking her.
"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she moaned as the massive rod worked deeper into her caressing cunt. She gripped the dildo with both hands and fed it into her an inch at a time, rotating her hips, tipping and flinging her pussy up and down her father's cock.
Tess felt her cunt go wild around the flailing dildo. Her clitoris was straining from the top of her radiating cleft, waving stiffly from under its tented hiding place and throbbing for orgasm. Tess released one hand from the pumping dildo and whipped a finger over her volatile clit. "Oh shit! Oh! Oh!" Her throat seemed to constrict for a moment, then opened. Spasms of ecstatic rapture sparkled and bolted from her clitoris and seized her body in an insane carnal daze. Tess couldn't stand it. She opened her mouth and screamed. She rammed the dildo in her until it bumped and stopped just outside her cervix. It hadn't entered, it was too damn big. But it had to! It had to! If she ever could be freed from the awful, wanting monster so deep in her cervix, she had to get it in!
A voice was whining and moaning in enchanting craving desire. Tess knew it was her voice and that she was making noise that perhaps her parents could hear, but she was in such a glorious, churning, erotic fog that all that mattered was she penetrate her cervix gates and slay the terrible beast.
She pushed gently on the dildo. It hurt! Oh shit! Oh shit! She backed it off and began fucking herself for more lubrication, more relaxation, more ... more "OH GOD!" She was coming again. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her whole belly and abdomen throbbed and pulsed. Ripples of intense, succulent enchantment seized her being in wave after ungodly wave of ravenous deliciousness as she flailed the glorious piston in and out of her fervent pussy.
The monstrous head of the enormous horn was probing and touching her womb orifice with each down stroke. And with each probing and touching, it was slowly forcing the cervix sphincter open. If only! If only! Tess begged for the strength to plunge it into her beast's den. She wanted to with all her soul, yet lacked the courage.
She released the dildo and again stroked and twanged her clitoris. A tremendous orgasm exploded from her actions and once more her voice belched from her. "AAAHHHHIEE!" And the lights came on in her room!
"What in the world?"
The light and the startled words tore into Tess's incandescent fuck-glow, and she opened her eyes.
Her mother and father were standing over her. Both were stark naked, and both had looks of utter amazement on their faces.
"What's going on?" Her father's eyes ran the length of Tess's nakedness from her face, to breasts, to stomach, to the huge dildo that was a foot or so inside her. He brought his eyes back up to Tess's for a confused explanation.
Tess tried to jerk the huge dildo out and cover herself. God! She could die, she had never been so embarrassed. But the dildo wouldn't budge! In panic, she threw the sheet over herself and prayed it was all a terrible dream.
"Oh honey!" her mother said. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry we came in. Come on dear, turn off the light, let's leave her alone."
The light went out and her door closed, but Tess could hear her father's unbelieving voice. "Was that a ball bat in her? Good God! What was she doing?"
"You know what she was doing!" Her mother's voice was female snappish. "We must have embarrassed her terribly."
"She was fucking herself with that thing? But she's only fifteen!"
"She's a woman as you well have noticed." Her mother giggled then said, "My goodness, but she had an awful lot of that dildo in her, didn't she? Her voice took on a teasing edge. "I'll bet she could even take your beautiful cock, dear."
"Come on!" Her father was embarrassed. "That's incest. What kind of a man do you think I am?"
"A normal one, dear." Her mother was still teasing. "But I've seen you looking at her lately. Fess up! I won't be angry, you would like to fuck her, wouldn't you?"
"Well! If she wasn't my daughter, yes! Hell yes! She's turned into a beautiful woman. And built! My God! Did you see the size of her breasts?"
"Your cock is hardening, honey. Let's go back to bed."
The bedsprings squeaked as two bodies jumped on it, and Tess threw off the covers in relief. Oh Lord, that had been embarrassing! She didn't know how she would ever face them again. First, however, she had to remove this hurting, horrible dildo.
Tess gripped the huge pole and pulled. She nearly fainted in pain. It was as if she were trying to tear the tender labyrinth of her cunt completely out. Tess caught her breath, then relaxed. This time she pulled easily while at the same time bore down as she had heard pregnant women do while giving birth. It wouldn't budge. Her inner pussy muscles had cemented themselves around the shaft when she panicked at her parents' entrance. It was in her solid, frozen by her own pussy muscles. Oh God! What was she to do?
Tess suppressed a sob and deliberately calmed herself. She mustn't panic, mustn't allow herself to become hysterical. She had heard of stories where women had masturbated with pop bottles, and because of the suction they had to go to the hospital and have the bottoms cut off. That would be embarrassing enough, but was impossible in her case. The damn dildo was of solid rubber. So how would she get it out?
Tess looked down her perspiring body and saw a good six to seven inches of the horrible pole jetting out from her stretched pussy lips. Her legs, splayed so wide apart, began to ache. When she tried to close them, the awful girth of the dildo denied the action and soaked in the arching pain of her vulva, transmitting the same into and throughout her belly and cunt cavern. Tess had to get it out, and damn soon!
She tried to pull it free once more, but now even the slightest touching and movement on the giant pole sent stabs of fiery pain throughout her belly. She lay back on her pillow and allowed the tears of frustration and humiliation to slowly work down her cheeks. Then she did what she knew she would have to do.
"Mother!" she called, then carried her voice over the up-and-down squeak-flailings on the bed. "MOTHER!" she shouted.
The movement stopped in the next bedroom. It was silent a moment then her mother called out, "Did you call, honey?"
"Yes!" Tess couldn't suppress a shameful sob.
There was another pause, then her mother came into her room. Her mother had put on a robe, but her face was still flushed, and she hadn't quite caught her breath from fucking.
"Yes, dear. What is it?"
Tess couldn't look at her. "You know what it is. I ... I can't get it out!"
"You've tried pulling and bearing down?"
Tess nodded, still unable to look at her mother.
"And it's starting to hurt terribly. What if it never...."
"There, there." Her mother sat on the bed and cradled her head in her soft, still warm lap. "It's all right ... I know how to get it out. Everything will be all right. Stop crying now."
Tess nestled her nose in her mother's velvet, seat-damp belly where she could smell her father's and mother's recent fucking- muskiness and felt relief and safety.
"How?" Tess swallowed and controlled her emotions. "What do I do?"
Her mother laughed. "You don't do anything, child." Her mother turned her head and called, "Honey! Come in here. Your daughter needs you!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"MOTHER!" Tess was horrified. "Good God! no! I don't want Daddy to see me like this!"
"There, there! He already has. We need him to stir you up, to make you hot." Her father came into the room, his eyes studiously avoiding the projecting dildo. "Yes?"
Tess turned her head away as her mother continued.
"Your muscles have spasmed, dear. Now you've got to relax. And believe me, love, there is no man around better at relaxing and stirring up a female than your father."
"What are you talking about?"
Tess's mother became annoyed. She turned Tess's face to him and commanded, "Now stop it. Look at your father. He's seen you naked since you were a baby and loves you dearly. There is nothing to be ashamed of. And you!" She turned on her father. "You stop acting like your daughter does not have a dildo trapped in her and get down here and relax her."
"A dildo?" He looked close.
"Yes a dildo. So stop acting so shocked. Plenty of young girls use them. Now you love your daughter and she needs you, so stop looking silly and help her!"
Tess watched the warming grin spread on his handsome face that would always tug at her heart. "You're right!" he said, then looked down at Tess with love in his eyes. "It's all right, kitten, we'll get the damn thing out." He looked at her mother again. "So what do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Make love to her." Her mother smiled. "Use all the techniques that have driven me wild over the years. She's got to be built to a thrashing pitch where she will relax and start coming. Then pull it out."
He smiled at Tess with more than love. "You're going to have to close your eyes and pretend I'm your boyfriend, honey."
Tess smiled for the first time. It was desire in his eyes. He wanted to make love to her. Oh Jesus! Jesus! Maybe when it was over he would fuck her with his beautiful, wonderful cock.
"I'll try, Daddy," she said, and closed her eyes.
He threw off his robe and crawled on the bed beside his beautiful daughter. Bless the saint of fathers who wanted to screw their daughters. This was something he had never expected. Not only was he going to make love to this sensual child of his, but he was doing it with the permission of his wife who was looking on.
He had copped a feel on Tess now and then since she developed breasts, but it had always been a fleeting thing and done innocently while hugging or kissing her good night. But now! Now, he was free to fondle and explore to his heart's content. He would get her hot. You're fucking right, he would! But he would do it slowly and in such a way that Tess would never forget it! If it was done slowly and right, just maybe he would be able to catch her alone in the future and rekindle the sparks and get to screw her! Oh shit! Shit! Just the thought made his prick rise up to half-mast.
He leaned over his warm, tender daughter and gently placed his lips over her slightly parted ungodly soft and damp mouth. As he gently kissed her responsive hot lips, and felt her mouth open and her scorching tiny tongue dart into his mouth, he worked his hand to one of her tremendously voluptuous breasts and mashed the rip goblet.
Tess trembled and moaned and gave her mouth and breast to his caress. He mashed the radiating canopy of heaven, then milked his fingers up until they entrapped, squeezed, and tugged at her hard, erect nipple. Oh shit, but she was a hot number. Like mother, like daughter! As he massaged and fondled the silken globe, he extended and pressed his searching tongue deep in her panting, receptive, craving mouth. Oh yes! Yes! She was getting hot! Getting hot as a pistol!
He moved his insistent hand off her straining breast and salaciously, caressingly, kissed his way down her glowing, perspiring stomach to her abdomen where he paused just before her slightly fuck-pumping mons veneris. He worked his mouth away from her glutinous lips and sucked down and over to her glistening captivating, velutinous breast and nibbled on the quivering node.
"Oh Daddy! Daddy!" Tess moaned in his ear and wiggled and pressed her breast for more.
"God damn!" her mother said, "I'm getting hot just watching you. Let me help." Tess felt her mother's lips sucking on her other desirous tit.
The double action of torrid mouths, pulling, sucking, nibbling and tongue-flipping her breasts damn near drove Tess crazy. She wasn't close to an orgasm, her vagina muscles were still locked about the dildo, but the awful cramps deep in her cunt were lessening. She used her hands to stroke both her parents' heads as the goodness built and grew into a carnal incandescent glow.
Her father's rough finger eased to her mons veneris, gently pinched then tickled across her erect and straining clitoris. An electric flash of shimmering, sensuous bliss sparked throughout her body and caused a moan of craving exaltation.
Her father lifted his lips and breathed, "You like that, kitten?"
"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Eat me, suck it, fuck me!" Tess was horrified at what she had just said. My God! Her mother was here and sucking on her tit. She shouldn't be talking like this. "I'm sorry, Mother!" Tess opened her eyes in fright. "I didn't ... I forgot."
Her mother smiled up from her tit sucking, and Tess noticed for the first time that she was masturbating herself. "Forget it. Enjoy yourself. I want him to fuck me, too." And she fell back on Tess's quivering areola.
"So you want to be eaten," her father said, "all right, roll over on my face." He scrambled down the bed. Tess didn't know what to do. How could he eat her with six inches or more of dildo sticking out of her straining pussy. Tess looked to her mother, helplessly.
Her mother was panting from her masturbation. "Get on his face," she said. "Lift your leg over his chest."
Tess did.
"Now lean forward so he can get at your clitoris!"
Tess worked her sweating belly across her father's face until the jetting dildo was resting gently on his chest. Then still in this doggy position, arms stiff over her father's body, and her enormous, tender, titillating titties swaying, she carefully lowered her hips until her raging, throbbing erect clitoris was over his mouth. When she felt his flaming lips grasp the volatile, ravenous node she groaned in exquisite passion.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't count the times he had fucked and eaten his wife while imagining that he was actually fucking and eating Tess. Now Tess was pressing her fervent, female-musk fragrant, drooling cunt into his face and begging him to suck her off to a wild climax. Well, maybe it wasn't quite like that! She needed to get sucked off so the dildo could be removed, still, the joy was the same. He was sucking the cunt of his desirous daughter and ... oops! What the hell! A delicious, erotic warmth encircled the head of his stone-hard cock, and he felt the sweaty tender, hot hands of his wife slowly jacking him off. Oh heavens! Heavens! His wife was blowing him as he sucked on a cunt. He had surely died and gone to heaven.
Tess was torn between a tumultuous craving to mash her pussy on her father's glorious, glutinous mouth and the need to restrain. Each time she became carried away and bump-fucked against the lustful lips, terrible, tearing, hurtful stabs of pain vibrated from the impaled, massive dildo. Coming wasn't going to be as easy as she had thought. Each soaring spring to orgasm was cut short abruptly when the dildo was jarred. Still, the hell with it! The hell with it! She had to come. Her body, her soul, her entire being needed and demanded relief from this teasing, splendid exquisite insanity that lay just beyond another lick, another suck on her raging clit. She clutched her teeth against the pain and fuck-bumped her father's face as the words tumbled out. "Ohhhhh Daddy! Daddy! I'm getting hot! I can feel my pussy getting wet and slippery inside. Eat me! Eat me! The dildo is beginning to move a little. Oooohhhhh Daddddddyyyyy! Suck me faster! Harder!"
He sucked on Tess's ripe, radiating, quivering clit as he felt his wife's jaws and mouth open like a swallowing snake and squeeze just the head of his massive cock into her fiery mouth. "Ahhhhhhhh," he groaned involuntarily. Her hot hands were jacking his iron cock, pumping and pulling his load of come that was stirring in his balls. Oh God! It felt good! As his wife slobbered and sucked boiling hot, erotic quivers from his cock with her salivating mouth and fervent jacking hands, he increased his sucking, nibbling, pulling, pressing on Tess's floundering, pumping clitoris.
"AAAwwwww!" Tess mini-came and felt the dildo slip a quarter inch or so. "It's loose!" she cried. "Oh Daddy, fuck me with it! Get it out! Get it out!"
He was almost beside himself with desire. Ordinarily he could control his orgasms for hours, but the combination of eating Tess's tender pussy and having his own prick sucked at the same time by his wife was too much for him. He could feel his load rumbling and trashing in his nuts and heating for an eruption.
He reached up his chest and grabbed the dildo in his beautiful daughter's cunt and tugged gently on the massive pole. It started out of her easily. Oh shit! Shit! If he pulled it all the way out then everything would stop. No more eating cunt, his wife wouldn't finish sucking him off! He couldn't do it, just couldn't do it. He took what Tess had said literally. He started to pump the huge dildo in and out of Tess's salivating, throbbing, pulsating cunt while he bit and gnawed faster on her clitoris, and his wife sucked and pumped faster on his cock.
Oh God! It was good! He was in an orgasm heaven. Delicious, female musk-juice was running down the dildo and dripping on his chin. Tess was moaning and thrashing her wee wet ass up and down against his lips, and great, succulent, majestic, ecstatic bolts of jism were crouching and flexing for eruption in his balls.
"Ohhh Daddy! Harder! Faster! I'm going to come!"
That did it. He flailed the pole in and out of his daughter's hole and lifted his hips as his wife jacked and sucked his load from his tumultuous balls.
"GAAWWWWDDD!" He removed his mouth and yelled, jerked the dildo free of Tess's hole and came all at the same time.
"NOOOO!" Tess was still fuck-bumping his face. "Put it in, put it in. I was about to come! Oh no!" Then her mother's hand was on her back.
"It's out, dear. It's all over."
Tess looked at her mother and realized the magic moment was indeed gone. She was heartsick in her disappointment, but rolled off her father's face and lay panting on her back. "Why did you stop, Daddy? I only had a little to go before I...." Now that the ordeal was over, Tess couldn't get herself to say the word come!
"I know." Her mother gently rubbed the perspiration from Tess's brow. "It was my fault. I couldn't help myself when he was eating you. I sucked him off, and once your father comes he loses all interest in us girls until he recuperates. But all was not lost. The dildo is out."
Tess wanted to answer. Oh she wanted to say something, but she didn't! All in all, her parents were kind of special. How many of her friends parents would suck and eat them to remove a dildo? Damn few she supposed. Tess smiled and regained her composure. "Yes, thank you Mother ... Father."
Her father grinned and got out of bed. His huge wonderful cock was now hanging and thumping against his legs. "I best go shower," he said. "I got a little sweaty there." And he went into the bathroom.
Tess's personal fuck monster was worse than ever. The dildo hadn't entered her womb and she hadn't come. She reached down and kneaded her stomach muscles in an attempt to quiet the cramps.
Her mother noticed. "Are those love knots?"
Tess shrugged. "I don't know. It just happens if I don't...." she couldn't go on.
Her mother nodded. "If you're not satisfied. I know, I get them all the time." She was silent a moment then asked, "When did you start, honey? I mean, how long have you been screwing?"
It was a simple question, yet it broke open the dams of conscience for Tess. "Oh Mother!" she wailed and poured out the whole story of the boat ride, of Jason, of it being Mr. West's boat, of Bruce and her servitude until the repair bill was paid. When she finished she was sobbing in her mother's warm, safe arms.
Her mother allowed her to get it all out, then asked, "How much do you still owe?"
Tess wiped her tears and figured back. "Three hundred and fifty dollars," she said.
Her mother thought a moment, then made up her mind. "All right, I have a little money that I was saving for your father's birthday. But I guess he will understand. We'll pay if off in the morning."
"No!" Tess was alarmed. "I don't want Daddy to know I was whoring!"
Her mother nodded again. "I understand, but I don't want you going back there either. I'll just give your father a good working over in bed for his birthday." She smiled. "He'll be a little disappointed because, although I'm good in bed, I'm not a chain saw and can't cut up logs. We'll go over in the morning." She got up from the bed as if to leave.
A crazy idea shot into Tess's brain. "Wait. I've got a better birthday present that he'll love you forever for."
"What's that?" Her mother was smiling but leery.
"You tell him that I am his birthday present and I'll take him to bed and give him a good working over."
"What?" Tess could see her mother's possessive woman's nature flare up.
"Now wait," Tess reasoned, "you saw his eyes when you told him to eat me. You know he would like to screw me, and I've got to have a whang as large as Daddy's to get rid of these love knots. And besides," Tess talked fast before her mother blew up, "remember the dildo? You told Daddy it was mine. Well it's not, and it seems to me if you could convince Daddy that this whole thing was your idea out of love for him, that he would love you all the more." Tess ran out of breath and fell silent, watching her mother.
Her mother's stern face slowly melted into a smile. "You little devil," she said softly. "I suppose it all makes sense. He would like to go to bed with you more than anything." She sighed. "He has even panted your name while fucking me." She nodded. "All right, it's a deal. Just never tell him about the dildo."
"Tonight!" Tess raised her eyebrows in expectation.
Her mother nodded again, then called over her shoulder, "Tony! You're through showering. Come in here. I have a surprise for you."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tony couldn't believe what he had heard! "You're giving me what! For my birthday present?"
"It's a dual present," her mother said. "I'm going to leave the room and let you, that's my present Tess agrees and that's her present." She smiled ruefully. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"
Tony looked down at his beautiful, pink and white, sexy daughter. Her satin skin still glistened from his efforts of five, ten minutes ago. Her voluptuous breasts were still straining outward and upward in carnal, ardent expectation and seemed to quiver with inner sensual arousement.
Now that the dildo was out of her, her puffy, damp cunt seemed to pulsate with a churning, lascivious need, and she was smiling at him.
"Well, Daddy?" Tess lay back on the bed and gently rubbed at her quim.
"Oh hell yes!" His voice was husky and laden with desire. He had wanted to fuck Tess. God did he! He felt his massive cock jump outward and upward, while swelling in girth and length.
"I thought so," her mother said. "All right, I'll leave you two alone. Just save me a little, dear, for tonight!"
"Yeah!" Tony flung off his robe and waited until the door closed, then literally jumped on the bed beside his luscious daughter. He encircled her glowing parted lips with his fervent mouth and clutched one of her heated, pudding-soft amplified breasts. When her hot wee hand grabbed the throbbing shaft of his cock, the scintillating, succulent electric current blew a moan from his lips.
"Oh Daddy!" Tess breathed into his mouth between craving kisses. "I've wanted you to fuck me for so long ... so long! Do it! Please! Don't wait, hurry!"
That's what Tony wanted to hear. He enjoyed mashing on her teen-age tender tits and kissing her youthful mouth, but his cock was twitching and itching to bury itself in her hot, drooling hole. He rolled over and got between Tess's satin-soft, charring thighs, then had to quit kissing to look and position his enormous prick just right. He had learned over the years that few women could take his massive hammer, and none at all if it wasn't positioned dead center.
"No! Let me, Daddy!" Tess said, and tipped her pelvis upward, slid her wee eager hand down the shaft of his prick and gently rubbed her oozing pussy juice around and over the knob. When she had worked the blunt cockhead between her lips, she whispered, "Now! Easy! Easy!" And he eased an inch into her scorching, luxurious, super slick sugar scoop.
"Awwwwww!" Tess moaned in delicious, erotic bliss and splayed her trembling thighs for all of the wondrous cock. Her daddy's enormous, elegant pole wasn't quite as thick as the dildo, but it throbbed of fervent fury and was scorching hot. As her daddy withdrew and plunged, withdrew and plunged deeper with every stroke, sparkling, lustful pangs of erotic ecstasy exploded and ricocheted throughout her small, tiny ravenous body.
Oh my God, but it was good! His huge, searing piston hurt but felt wonderful. It hurt, yet she craved more and more of his thunderous cannon. She was a masochist, she was a nymphomaniac! As his radiating hard, succulent, torture scepter forced deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of her aroused, wanting cunt and neared the cervix den of her thrashing monster, an animal lust need consumed her body and soul, and she growled in passionate ecstasy.
Tony had never fucked such a hot, ungodly tight cunt in his life. He had just been blown less than ten minutes ago, yet, heavens to hell! Here he wasn't even bottomed out in his writhing, submissive daughter, and his nuts were already grumbling and rolling the spit globs of jism into bullets of come. Good Christ! What was wrong with him? He knew he should stop and catch his breath and give himself a moment to cool down, but he couldn't stop. Already the mind-blowing, twinges of rapturous orgasm were sparking and swelling his throbbing prick. He had to keep driving, driving, but damn it, if he was going to come he would be bottomed out at the time. He lunged and hit Tess's womb orifice.
Tess screamed "OOHHHH GGAAAWWWDD-DD" when her daddy's luscious prick pressed and mashed against the gate of her monster's den. It was such a tremendous, exquisite bolt of pain and pleasure that her whole body quivered and jerked from the sensuous madness of the words that poured from her mouth. "RAM IT IN, DADDY! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR COCK. HURRY! HARDER! GET IT IN THERE!"
Tony left the head of his cudgel against the womb orifice, gritted his teeth and slowly but surely forced his stone-hard cock into her womb. He had never felt such uncontrollable salacious bliss. It was exactly like fucking an extremely tight yet lustful second cunt within a cunt. He could hear Tess screaming and felt her thrashing to get away from his now exploding spigot. He was cumming! If he wanted to be bottomed out, now was the time. He couldn't wait. He yelled through his teeth and drove his jism-belching enormous, jerking cockhead all the way into her cervix until her womb sphincter closed over his glans penis in a spasmatic clutching grip.
Tess screamed when the huge cockhead tore into her womb and the boiling gobs of fiery jism splashed and filled her cervix. "AAAIIIIEEEEEE!" ripped from her throat as heaven pure, rapturous ecstasy consumed her body, her mind, her soul. The inhuman, ungodly, out-of-this-world bliss was so powerful that she felt in a maelstrom of exquisite come insanity.
It hurt terribly, yet was so wonderful she wished she would die and dissolve into the bolts of raging, flaming jism that were drowning her personal monster. Her awful, delicious, terrible, rapturous orgasm quivers went on and on.
"PULL IT OUT!" she begged her father. "TAKE IT OUT! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Her father's cock had stopped its spurting, and he withdrew it from her womb, then he rested it there. Tess relaxed in the sensuous satisfaction of finally being thoroughly well fucked.
Tess opened her eyes and smiled up at her father. "Oh, that was heavenly, Daddy. We'll do it again tomorrow!"
"I don't know," her father said. "Your mother said, just this once, and you know your mother."
Tess still had the dildo, ace-in-the-hole. She nodded. "We'll do it again. Trust me." Then she closed her eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep with her daddy's wondrous cock softening within her.
