Giving up sex, even for one single weekend, was pretty traumatic for Dorothy DelVecchio. If there was one thing she loved, after three years of living with a virile man, it was the feeling of balling, of feeling his cock, so stimulated and hard, parting the lips of her cunt and slipping on inside, stuffing her belly full of man meat and making her clitoris hum "The Anvil Chorus."
But, a job was a job, even if it did mean giving up her lollycock as she was prone to call it, especially while sucking on it in the back of her mouth, her tongue twirling around the knob of it like a pinwheel gone mad-and it wasn't like forever. By Monday night, she'd be back home with him, back in bed again, with his cock back where it belonged, stuffing her palpitating pussy.
It wasn't every day that Dorothy landed such a choice assignment, either. There were many aspiring writers who would have traded a quick fuck with a movie monster just for the chance of covering the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant, the nationally televised annual parade of jailbait that caused erections from coast to coast. And Dorothy DelVecchio landed the job of covering the whole shebang and writing a comprehensive in-depth article about it for Rock, and Riot Magazine.
"Kidcunt" they had called it, shortcutting the unhandy name for the pageant, inadvertently coining a catch-phrase that was to go down in history as the label for the prettiest, most available, untouchable pussy in the whole damned country. Of course, cunt, Kidcunt or otherwise, was not exactly Dorothy's favorite subject, but if Rock and Riot wanted her to write about pussy, that's exactly what Dorothy was prepared to do, at $2,000 plus expenses.
It meant leaving her Sherman Oaks hideout she shared with her lollycock as well as that virile object of her frequent attention for the whole weekend and trekking downtown. Los Angeles in the dead heat of August with the temperature at record levels and the only breeze being simulated on a sound stage all the way out in Burbank. But there was the magnificently beautiful Vista Grande Hotel, on an expense account, to help Dorothy shake the nagging blues and, just perhaps, forget about her favorite dish, eating cock by the cumloads.
She had to be there early the next morning, Friday, before the girls started arriving. That's why Dorothy was determined to make the most of her final night of sexcitement. It was going to be a Thursday full of fucking, enough to last her until Monday and keep her clitoris thumping just from remembering how fantastic it had all been, how wonderful her lollycock had thrilled her, her pussy, filling her with dozens and dozens of soul-shattering orgasms.
Dorothy had all the bags packed before he got home from the studio, winding up the taping for the whole season. He was to start principal photography on that feature film for Orbit Films in mid-September. After that, it was vacation time, and he was going to take Dorothy and slip out of the country for a whole month down in Mexico, at Las Hadras in Manzanilo. When they got there, Dorothy was determined to spend most of each day fucking and laying around in the sun and fucking and eating and fucking.
She had been puttering around the kitchen most of the afternoon, feeling very uncharacteristically housewifey. Of course, Dorothy wasn't a wife, but she had hopes of coming out of the closet, so to speak, and publicly claiming her lollycock as private property. For the time being, however, it was much more profitable to keep his image as a free-wheeling bachelor. Only their most intimate friends knew that, in reality, they had been living together for three years and that he was, if anything, not a bachelor. Yet, there were girls who went to sleep every night, just dreaming of one single date with him.
And Dorothy had all of his dates, his cock, his cum. He was, without the marriage certificate, strictly private property. She heard his beat-up old Volkswagen bug sputter into the driveway and die a violent death as he cut the ignition. His feet sounded on the driveway, crunching the loose stones, as Dorothy went to open the door for him, pulling him into the kitchen and into her arms.
"Gee, baby," she said, "I thought you'd never get here. I've been dreaming of this moment all afternoon." As she kissed him, her mouth surrounding his entirely and drawing on it, pulling his lower lip between her teeth, her tongue began sliding across it, turning him on. He loved it when she nipped at his flesh with her sharp little teeth, anywhere, everywhere, especially there ... his cock and his sensitive ball sac.
"Hmmm," he said, pulling away from her kiss and squeezing her buttocks fondly. "What's that I smell?"
"Me," she smiled, "or maybe steak. I've been turning it over in terlyaki for three hours. It's in the broiler, cooking. It should fall apart on the fork."
"Oh, Dot," he said, "I'm starved. It smells fantastic."
Giggling, Dorothy opened the broiler and turned the steaks. "They're almost ready," she said. "If you are, we can start eating right away."
"I'm starving, actually," he said. "Had a bitch of a day finishing off the last segment. Almost didn't make it today. The whole cast acted up, hedging against coming back to the studio next week for retaping."
"Oh," she said, disappointed, "I thought we'd have that time together, as soon as the damned Kidcunt contest is over." He laughed, sitting down at the small little kitchen table and pouring thick Roquefort dressing on his tossed salad. "So you're calling it that too, now," he said. "But no, I don't have to go back. We just squeaked through at the last minute."
Dorothy bent over again to check the steaks for the final time, her buttocks upending and pointing toward him. He had always thought her ass was her best feature, after the rest of her, but he really couldn't find anything about her that he didn't like. Otherwise, the three years would never have happened in the first place.
At twenty three, Dorothy DelVecchio was a living doll. She looked good enough to be an actress, except she really didn't dig acting, or actors, or anyone theatrical. Except her lollycock and, with it in her somewhere, her mouth or preferably her cunt, she could forgive him anything, even his job and his incredible reputation. Dorothy had sparkling green eyes and long black hair. Her one hundred fifteen pounds was perfectly distributed, tits, waist, hips and ass, throughout her five foot seven inch frame.
Fortunately she wore flats all the time, so as not to appear taller than his five foot ten. As she served the steaks, she ran across the room because they were so hot, dropping one onto his plate, she told herself for the millionth time just how lucky she was, having him all to herself.
He was thirty one, and Dorothy loved every ounce of his one hundred sixty pounds, especially the nicest part of him, his cock, which, at times, way up inside her and about to explode cum like a machine-gun. And his balls, too, she loved, full and heavy and swollen and making cum like a mobile cement mixer, rushing toward an overdue construction project. Dorothy loved every one of his famous brown hairs and his coy, boyish brown eyes. But most of all, she loved the way he loved her.
As she sat down across the little table from him, she poured him a second glass of Dago red. Even though he was making all that money, he still liked the simple things, like wine out of a Cribari gallon bottle, and spaghetti with garlic-butter sauce and, for special occasions like good-bye dinners and good-bye fucks, terlyaki steak.
"Goddamn, this meat's good," he said, forking another bite into his mouth.
"I know," Dorothy said, "you've got the best meat in town." Sometimes she made him blush. No matter how he tried to be worldly and superior, the all-purpose macho stud, she could still cut right through his posturing, his posing for the cameras that weren't there, and grab him right by the short and curly. Maybe it was what had kept them together for three years, and fucking more than any two people had any right to even dream about, much less do.
"And as soon as we finish eating this," Dorothy said, her bare foot sliding up his leg and nestling in his crotch, her talented toes cleverly outlining his coronal ridge and pushing gently into his balls, "I'm going to eat you for dessert. Hmmm, me and my lollycock ... "
"Jesus," he said, feeling her stroking of his cock and his balls start to permeate his entire groin with warmth and desire, "you're giving me a hard-on with your big toe."
"Yeah," she said, "I can feel it growing, getting ready for me. You just wait until you see what I can do with it and my tongue."
Laughing, his brown eyes sparkling in anticipation, he began woofing down his food, digging into his baked potato with a vengeance and splashing the sour cream all over his plate.
Dorothy, who had served herself much smaller portions, was right behind him and they finished eating in a dead heat. Before they left the table, he poured their wine glasses full again and put the gallon jug in the refrigerator, right beside the gallon of Chablis. Sometimes he felt fantastic, especially after fucking, while waiting to get some of his energy back and another hard-on.
Dorothy pushed her plate away and stood up too. She knew she would have to clean up the table before she left, or leave it for him, and that would never do. She decided to consolidate and clean the kitchen once only, after breakfast in the morning, giving her the whole night to spend with him, in his arms, his cock inside her, filling her dreams with happiness.
Gleefully, spilling some of her wine on the kitchen linoleum tiles, staining them a dark purple where the splashes fell, she rushed after him and grabbed his ass with her free hand, digging into the meaty flesh of it solidly.
"Hey," he said, "aren't you going to do the dishes?"
"No," she replied I'm going to do you."
"Oh, wow," he said, "I thought you'd never get around to that." He sat down on the couch and relaxed on the overstuffed cushions. The emotionally taxing day at the studio caught up with him then, rushing over him in nagging little waves of exhaustion. He sipped at his wine, trying to wash away the fatigue.
"Oh, poor baby," Dorothy said, noticing how tired he was all of a sudden. "You just relax. I think I can get you up and going without much trouble." Dorothy fumbled around on the coffee table in front of the couch, pushing aside several old movie fan magazines. She finally finding what she was looking for under a week-old trade paper. Flipping open their stash box, Dorothy was glad to see they still had half a dozen joints already rolled. The off-yellow wheat straw cigarette papers held some of the finest Oaxacan she had ever tasted. Pepe brought it back from Mexico the week before, along with some fresh mushrooms, only they tripped off on the mushrooms right away, leaving only the choice quality marijuana to hold them over until the next solid-gold.
When she couldn't find a match, Dorothy stood up and walked around the living room, finally locating a lighter atop the turntable. For grins, she turned the stereo on. The soft mellow sounds of music drifted over the room, enhancing their romantic mood. Then, flicking the lighter, she lit the Oaxacan J and took a deep drag, holding the smoke way down in her lungs and savoring it as she sat back down beside him, handing it over to share.
He took the number and toked on it, watching the smoke rise up from the twisted end of the hand-rolled cigarette and hang over their heads like an acrid cloud. The smoke expanded quickly inside his lungs and he expelled some of it, avoiding a coughing spree that would not only hurt but would take away some of the pleasure he was storing up from the evil weed.
"Daaammmmmmnnnnn," he said, "but this tastes good." He handed the cigarette back to Dorothy.
"Yeah," she said, taking another toke, "but not nearly as good as you do, lover." His legs were stretched out as far as they could go in front of him. He really wasn't as short, at five feet ten, as most people assumed, and when he had the chance, he liked to stretch out long. And hard.
His cock, already tumescent from the under-the-table toe-job, was outlined inside his pants, laying tightly alongside his right leg, the double bulge of his fat sponge-like balls mounding up near the base of it.
"Jesus," Dorothy said, exhaling slowly, letting the smoke hang heavy around their heads and, slowly, drift upward toward the ceiling, "I just love to look at you, baby. Your cock, like this, inside your pants. Even seeing it this way makes my pussy snap. I must be turning into a crotch watcher. Just this afternoon in the supermarket, I found myself cruising the boxboy and the finky produce manager."
"All right, baby," he said, "I check out tits. Everybody's tits. Even the ugly ones. That's how I know yours are special."
"Ohhh," Dorothy said, cooing, taking the joint from him and clipping it into a corroded-end alligator clip. "Snap. Snap. You did it to me again."
"So," he said, "go ahead, check out all the cocks in town, inside the pants I mean. It's only natural. " Dorothy handed him back the very short Oaxacan roach. "Here," she said, "you finish this. I've had enough." As he took the clip from her and puffed on the almost burnt-out J, Dorothy slipped down onto the floor beside his feet and slowly took his shoes off, massaging the bottom of his feet as she pulled them out of his socks. She pushed his legs apart and cuddled up between them, her beautiful tits smashing against the hardness of his cock and his balls, filling them with delightful, intimate warmth.
As she deliberately rocked her upper torso, causing her breasts to move around on his genitalia, she pulled his shirttails out of his pants and unbuttoned it, laying aside the two halves and caressing his bare chest. He only had a few hairs on his chest, between his firmly plated pectorals, but they were little brown devils and they drove her wild. She caressed his nipples and tugged at them, drawing them out into firm, points while he moaned in erotic delight.
He took the final hit off of the marijuana and tossed the burnt-out end, clip and all, into an ash tray, just as Dorothy opened his belt and unfastened the top of his pants. As she pulled the tab of his zipper down, she could almost feel it right inside her pussy, opening and growing moist and ready, the tiny little teeth making a hissing metal noise across her feverish clitoris and her swollen cuntal lips.
"Oh, shit," he said, knowing he was in for another fuck session ... and knowing he wouldn't want it any other way.
As Dorothy laid aside the open fly of his pants, some of his dark brown cock hairs poked through the gaping fly of his white boxer shorts. The single thing they had argued about, consistently, was his wearing underclothing. Dorothy, after much discussion, had finally convinced him not to wear T-shirts because she didn't want him to wear T-shirts, but he drew the line at wearing no shorts. There were many occasions, at the studio, when he was required to change clothes in public and there was no way he would do it without underwear.
Dorothy unfastened his shorts and felt around down inside them, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and tugging hard on it, pulling it up through his pants leg and out into the open. Both of his balls, inside their crinkly-fleshed, hair-covered ballsac, mounded up out of his underwear at the same time.
"Wow," he exclaimed, looking down into her eyes, still unable to believe, despite three years of testimony, the devotion to his cock and balls he clearly saw reflected in her green eyes.
"Yeah," she said, looking at his crotch reverently, as if it was the river of life itself, from which poured the cum of creation. "I feel the same way, just looking at it. You know, lover, I used to wish I had a cock. When I was a kid, I was actually envious of boys, but not any more. If I had one of my own, I couldn't do this to yours."
Dorothy leaned over quickly and kissed his cock right on the tip of it, her lips smashing against his tiny little cocklips and smearing the small glob of pearly white lubrication fluid that was welling up from inside his cockhead, appearing at its opening.
"Oh," baby," she said, "you can't imagine how good it tastes, your cock, your cum. Sometimes I think I could just lick your cock around the clock."
"Sometimes I think you do eat on it around the clock," he said. "Hey, but that's not a complaint. Having my cock sucked is the second best thing in the whole world, after fucking."
"Hmmmmmmm," Dorothy said, laying her face down against his genitalia, feeling the heat of his cock shaft with her cheek and the spongy mass of his balls beneath her chin. She inhaled deeply of his sex scent, the strong, potent man smell of her lollycock that was so thoroughly familiar to her. No matter how often she saw it or touched it, it was always stimulating and new and exciting to her. She pulled his cock to her lips and savored it like fine brandy, swirling around inside her mouth. Then, from below his balls, she could see the crack of his ass and his tight puckered anus itself, altogether a thoroughly pleasing sight ... the body of the man she loved ... the man's cock and balls that she loved.
Just watching her devotion to his sex flesh made his shaft expand against her chin and he squirmed around on the couch, his hips writhing reflexively. "You're turning me on so much this way, just looking at me and cuddling my cock and my balls."
"I like to suck them, dear," Dorothy said. "Did I ever tell you that your cock is special to me, and your balls too?"
"No, but how many cocks do you love to suck on?" he asked. "Oh, silly," she smiled, sliding her chin over his balls and making him jump in sudden unexpected pleasure-pain. "I only know how your cock tastes, and it smells wonderful, that's how His hips began writhing and gently lifting, raising themselves up from the couch. Taking that as a hint, Dorothy grabbed his pants and his boxer shorts and pulled them together from under his ass. Then, moving back slightly, she eased them down his legs and off, leaving him completely naked except for the open-front shirt, still over his shoulders and arms.
Dorothy settled herself back down onto the carpet between his widespread legs, tight against his hairy naked thighs. She caressed them with the palms of her hands, tugging playfully at the coarse brown hairs, making his cock jump and bounce around as her hands came precariously close to touching it again and again. She tweaked his ballsac, tugging playfully on the hairs and rolling the huge! cum-swollen balls around in it, crushing them gently together.
Finally Dorothy took one of his balls into her mouth and began sucking on it gently, mouthing it lovingly. He squirmed, causing his cock to press against her forehead, sounding loudly in the living room. It was almost painful to him, having her mouth his ball that way, yet he loved it at the same time, just knowing she cared enough to want to do it was, by itself, stimulating. She finally, much to his relief, abandoned his ball, only to instantly suck the other one into her mouth, treating it much as she had done the first, causing him to squirm anew, groaning in mingled pain and delight.
Dorothy pulled her face up from his balls, abandoning both of them and leaving his ballsac wet all over, his balls ignited and agitated inside. She grinned up at him and stuck her tongue way out at him, leaving it out and running a long line right up the slick back side of his cock shaft, tracing the big fat vein back there that swelled with surging blood. When she reached the flaring rim of his cockhead, where his coronal ridge, like a giant mushroom cap, joined his cock shaft, she toyed with it long and lingeringly, using the very tip of her tongue to seek in and out of the convoluted contours where V-shaped, his cockhead joined together at the bottom.
"OOOHHHhhh, yes," he said, moaning, his balls bouncing and his hips lurching toward the edge of the couch. "You're driving me out of my mind. Either suck my cock or stop the teasing. TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH AND SUCK IT!!! SUCK MY COCK!!!"
Dorothy held his big hard cock in both hands at the base, deliberately pushing down hard against his pelvis, his balls, forcing his cock to stand out as hard and rigid as possible. It shook and vibrated in her hands, swelling still more, the skin on the surface of it as taut as the head on a drum. As she watched the flaring head of his cock growing fuller and deeper red, almost shining purplish, she could not resist any longer. Dorothy began licking his dick like an over-sized double-dip ice cream cone ... flavor of the month ... CUM ... what a-wonderful way to give head, to go down on a joint, to eat a dick, to suck a cock.
As her avid tongue began laving the sensitive, swollen head of his cock, he began nudging further forward, trying to get closer to the source of so much intense pleasure. His hips whipped gently from side to side and his buttocks dug into the sofa. "Oh, he said. WHAT YOUR TONGUE'S DOING TO MY COCKHEADM! EAT IT! EAT MY DICK!!!"
Dorothy lifted herself higher and spread her legs wide. She could feel the juices of her pussy gathering just inside her cuntal lips and leaking out, soaking the crotch piece of her thin little bikini panties. It bothered her and excited her because she knew that, all too soon, her panties would slip off and they would be in bed, along with his second erection, and writhing into their first real fuck of the evening that was shaping up to becoming a day to remember forever.
She sank down onto the head of his cock, taking it all into her mouth and closing her lips tight just behind his coronal ridge, deliberately frictioning around on his cockhead, twisting herself and corkscrewing down on it again and again, making it as tight and as hot and as pleasant as she knew how to do it.
When her redoubled attentions seared his cockhead with liquid oral action, he knew that his end was in sight and that his orgasm could not be . delayed for very long. "Oh, Dorothy!!!" he gasped, "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum. DO YOU WANT MY CUM IN YOUR MOUTH??? You had better stop what you're doing and let me fuck you. OH, GOD!!! I'M GOING TO CUM. CCCUUUMMM!!!" Dorothy wanted it just that way, in her mouth, in her throat, down into her belly. She knew that he had lots more cum where that came from and it was up to her to get the nozzle into hard-fucking shape again, and she was just the girl to do it, too.
She slipped her hand beneath his balls, cupping them both tightly, possessively, as her oral suctioning intensified, her cheeks clinging in tightly to the tasty tip of his mammoth cockhead. Her finger slipped into the crack of his ass and forced itself up into his anus to and then she suddenly started twisting around inside his asshole.
That was all it took for him. The incredible sweet attention her mouth, her tongue and her lips were giving to his cockhead, along with the palm of her hand around his balls, kneading them encouragingly and her sliding finger in his asshole sent him right over the edge. His hot semen rushed up the long hard length of his cock and into the reservoir of his cockhead, forcing his cock tip wide apart as it jetted out. His cum, like a volley of hot sperm, struck sharply against the back of her throat and her taste buds, setting them afire with flavorful pulsations.
Dorothy redoubled her efforts, milking the length of his cock shaft with her free hand, nursing all of the thick cum out of her lollycock as she could possibly get, swallowing it down into her belly where it turned into heat surrounding her cunt from the inside, getting it ready for an all-night, slow-paced, incredibly satisfying cock-in-cunt fuck.
When she could get no more cum out of his cock and the head of it was so sensitive and tingling that he was whimpering and crying out, begging her to stop sucking on his prick, Dorothy slowly surrendered, giving his over-excited cock back to him.
She stood up and faced him, pulling her dress up over her head and swirling it around once before releasing it, letting it fall to the floor. All she was wearing were yellow bikini panties with a slippery wet crotch piece. As she pulled them off, she swung them toward him.
"Come on, stud," she said, "it's time for action. Dorothy needs a good fuck in the worst way."
Behind them, on the record turntable, long Blue Oyster Cult was silent now as it continued circling endlessly.
CHAPTER TWO
Dorothy DelVecchio had anticipated a frantic Friday morning. She had even loaded up the automatic coffee maker the night before, so she could have time enough left over for a quick early-morning fuck. As it was, they had spent most of the night doing just that. Every time one of them thought about sleeping, the other would remember they wanted to fuck, and start all over again.
Still, the shrill ringing of the alarm got Dorothy out of bed, much to her regret. It would be so much more relaxing just to stay there, cuddled up next to him spoon fashion, her slick smooth buttocks tight against his cock and balls and nest of-hair, drawing comfort and reassurance from them, even in her fucked-out sleep. The bed was a mess, all crumpled and wrinkled and streaked with cum, larger puddles doing their damndest to soak right into the mattress itself.
As Dorothy looked down at herself, seeing the evidence of their lovemaking all over her body, one particularly healthy splash of his cum already dried, right across her belly, pulling her flesh tight in its sticky contraction. She scraped at it with her fingernails, flaking some of it off like cum snowflakes, falling silently to the floor. Dorothy was positive she smelled like a whore house at shore leave time. She was just one big pussy smell from her head to her toes and, leaning down over the bed, shaking her lollypop, taking his limp prick and pulling on it to awaken him, she smelled his scent as well. Both of them smelled like screwing, the strong aroma of churned-up fuck fluids.
"Oh, Dorothy," he said, stretching and rubbing his eyes, feeling her tugging at his limp cock and dragging him out of bed by it, "is it that time already?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid it is," Dorothy replied, refusing to relinquish her grip on his cock, leading him right into the big bathroom by pulling on it. "We'll have to pass up breakfast as it is." She turned on the water and waited just a minute for the hot water to come through before pushing him into the shower stall ahead of herself.
"Ouch, shit!" he called out sharply. "It's cold." Then, slowly, "Hmmmmmmm!" That was Dorothy's signal to join him inside the shower stall. She slipped quickly in and right beneath the cascading water, turning around to get herself wet all over, as he had done before her.
The, without wasting too much time, she grabbed the bar of soap and foamed big handfuls of lather up, rubbing them all over his body, washing him thoroughly. When she had removed most of the fuck tracks and the strongest pockets of aroma from his body, she began concentrating on the naughty bits. She rubbed the soap through the crack of his ass and under his balls, making it foam up thickly around his ballsac. As she scrubbed them thoroughly, she noticed how full and swollen they were, their spongy orbs burning feverishly into her fingers.
The sensation of her devoted attentions to his body, her hands rubbing familiarly into the crack of his ass and around his balls, was turning him on again. Despite all his efforts to resist the temptation, his cock, normally large and heavy anyway but now still extended and hard from a night of wanton sexual excesses, began elongating again.
Dorothy watched his dick stretch out right before her eyes. It lengthened and swelled then, began hardening and erecting, jerking upright in little leaps and bounds, encouraged by her gentle massaging of his balls. When it had reached almost full length, full width, it was almost upright, close to his hair-covered belly. The big head of his cock began swelling then, the skin on it growing tighter and turning purplish from gathered-up blood inside it. A heavy drop of pre-cum gathered at his cocktip and looked like more soapsuds.
She took his hard-on in her hands, filled with lather, and lovingly worked up and down the long hard length of it, double-fist fucking her lollycock. His knees bent and he hunched forward noticeably, offering more and more of his sex flesh to her manipulations.
Dorothy had a sense of power every time she had his cock in her possession. Anywhere. It was as if she knew instinctively that she could cause him to do absolutely anything, just from applying the simplest pressure to his cockhead, frictioning it this way for this intent and that way for the other. Like holding the whole fucking world in her hand. Or in her mouth or her cunt, wherever it happened to be at the moment the realization came to her again. Prick power. The hand that coddles the cock rules the world ... to hell with the cradle rocking, get on with the fucking.
"Lover," she said, "I can't leave you with me in this condition."
"Hunh?" he asked, already weak in his knees and his eyes glazed over in lust.
"My cunt's killing me," she said. "It's itching like mad and ... and, I think I'm cumming again. NUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!! NUUUGGGGHHH!!! I've just GOT TO FUCK YOU ONCE MORE." Dorothy stood up and faced him squarely, pushing him back under the shower spray again and washing most of the soap off of the front of him, off of his cock and his balls. Then, giving a yelp of joy, she grabbed him around the neck and jumped up into the air.
He caught her beneath her wide-spread thighs as her open-mouthed cunt banged against his belly and, with his help, lowered gently until it made contact with the upright head of his fully erect cock. He gasped at the hot sensation of her pussy lips, just barely enfolding the very end of his cockhead and butted around with his hips until he knew he had securely seated it within her moist vagina.
Dorothy gave out a long low moan as he quickly lowered her down onto himself, penetrating her throbbing pussy with his hard cock stick as he pushed her down onto it, skewering her on cock that stuffed her cunt completely. With all of her weight being supported by his hands and his cock, her pussy felt stretched and stuffed to the absolute limit. All she had to do was bounce gently and the head of it, way up inside the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth scraped provocatively against her cervix.
He began raising her and lifting her, sliding her up and down on the shaft of his cock, bottoming out each time to the absolute limit and letting his dick soak in the hotly soothing juices of her muscle-ringed cuntal canal. As the friction got to her and she began whimpering, he could tell that Dorothy was about to have another orgasm. There was no way she could deny it or fake it out, when her cunt started snapping tightly around his cock, squeezing it almost painfully, she was having an orgasm, pure and simple. The hot flush of warmth that surrounded his cockhead when that happened sent the message right to his balls, turning loose his own torrent of jism.
He ejaculated. His cockhead split right open and his semen splurted way up inside her, filling the soft buttery depths of her upright pussy with his hot sticky cum, his ... fourth? fifth? ... load of the evening, the morning rather.
"HUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!" Dorothy said, grinding her cunt down onto the knob of his cockhead, feeling his jism jetting around inside her, coating her cunt with liquid thrills. "HUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!!! I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!! I'M CCCCCUUUUU-UMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!"
"Oh, wow," he said, feeling the last jets of his cum tear through his cockhead and spit out inside her, "me too. HERE! FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE TOO! CHRIST ... FEEL MY COCK INSIDE YOUR CUNT, FILLING IT WITH MY HOT CUM. MY HHHOOOTTTT CCCUUUMMMM!!! CCCCUUUUMMMMM!!!!"
They had toast and coffee and diary orange juice for breakfast. There wasn't time for more. It was all Dorothy could do, after the stand-up fuck, to wash the pussy smells off of her body, rushing out to dress, leaving him to do his own bathing for once.
"Oh, baby," she said after he had finished showering and was standing in the middle of the bedroom floor, dripping on the carpet and drying himself, "maybe we shouldn't have had that last fuck. I didn't realize how much time's passing by. I'll never make it down there in time before the kid cunts start arriving."
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, characteristically, reverting to his television role and snapping his fingers. "Don't worry about a thing. You know you can fake out whatever it is you don't actually so, so just relax. The Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant will not go A� on without you, I promise...." Dorothy laughed, watching him go through his strutting routine, finger popping, his tumescent and rubbed red cock hanging heavy and flopping around as he went through his TV antics, his big heavy-hanging balls bouncing around wildly.
"You're an asshole, lover," she said. "Yeah," he said, "that may be so, but at least I'm your asshole He followed her on into the kitchen completely naked, grabbing the toast and coffee. Exactly the way Dorothy liked to see him, so well fucked there could be little chance of another erection, one that wasn't exclusively hers. It wasn't that she was greedy or anything, but that she just loved to fuck him, and she didn't want to waste any of it, ever or to think some other girl was collecting any of Dorothy's private-stock cum.
"I really have to run now, lover," she said, her suitcase in hand and her large purse stuffed with her writing materials, her tape recorder hanging from her shoulder. "Gee, I'm going to miss you."
"It isn't as if you won't see me," he said. "Yeah, that's the worst part of it," Dorothy said, "seeing you and not being able to touch you, like this...." she grabbed his cock and cuddled it possessively " ... or to kiss you, like this...." Dorothy kissed him right on his mouth, tasting the soap from the shower and the black coffee, little crumbs of toast clinging to the corners of his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, finger snapping again. "That'll be enough of that. You don't want to work up another boner do you, babe? and miss the whole Kidcunt contest while we fuck "I love you, lollycock," Dorothy said, forcing herself out the door and into her three-year-old Datsun. She didn't look back, because she knew if she did and saw him standing in the kitchen door beside the driveway, naked as a jaybird, his appealing cock hanging there waiting for her to swing on it, she would back out.
Dorothy backed out of the driveway and into the street, shifting and heading toward the freeway that would take her from Sherman Oaks to downtown Los Angeles ... to the hotel and the nationally televised Kidcunt contest.
Dorothy's point of contact was Duke Meadows, perennial master of ceremonies of the annual beauty contest. His face was as familiar to generations of boobtube addicts. Although Dorothy had never met the man before, she knew he was well prepared, for her that Friday morning. When she arrived at his suite, after checking in and being shown to her own room on the twelfth floor, she was shown right in without delay.
Duke Meadows was talking on the telephone but he waved her toward a pot of coffee. As she helped herself, to coffee Dorothy listened to Duke haggling about details and the number of television cameras that were supposed to cover the main telecast, scheduled for prime network time all across ABC on Sunday night. She was almost finished with her coffee by the time he hung up the phone.
"I'm sorry, Miss DelVecchio," he began. "Call me Dorothy, please," she said, interrupting him. "Of course, and I'm Duke," he said. "You will just have to work around me and catch your chances with me as you can find them, I'm afraid. The pace is going to get pretty hectic around here from now on."
"I'm used to working under pressure, Duke," Dorothy said, checking to-make sure her tape recorder was working properly. "I did have a file on the girls prepared for you, all the contestants are included in it, photographs, resumes, etc.," he said. "You can use it for your background material after the telecast. I'll have it sent to your room, now that I know you've arrived."
"Why thank you, Duke," Dorothy said, genuinely pleased at his thoughtfulness. She made a mental note to say something kind about the aging television personality in her article. She had tentatively wanted to call it "Fear and Trembling in Kidcunt Territory" as a tribute to Hunter Thompson, but was using that only as a working title for the piece.
Just then the door to the suite opened and half a dozen people came barging in. Duke made an effort to introduce some of his staff members to Dorothy and then abandoned it, concentrating on their problems and ignoring her entirely.
"You know Duke," one of the men said, "I swear they're getting younger every year, and a hell of a lot more attractive."
"Yeah," added someone else. "They're so fuckable it's a crying shame they're just kids." Duke turned sharply to the man who had just spoken, "Hey," he said, "remember that chick from Indiana, two years ago? It cost me a pretty penny to keep you out of the slammer after you banged that kid. I don't want any repeats, you understand."
"Yeah, sure, Duke," the man quickly said. "I understand. Ain't no body supposed to fuck these kids but the judges, 'cause you ain't responsible for them. Did I get it right?"
"You sure did, Red," Duke said, "right as rain." Someone else walked into the room and interrupted the gaggle on multiple conversations. "Hey, Duke," she exclaimed, shouting to override the noise, "they're starting to come in already.
Better shag your ass out here and say hello to these kids before they get busted for soliciting. I've seen less professional looking hustlers on the Strip."
"Oh my God," Duke Meadows said, the realization that the whirlwind was taking off again coming full-blown inside his mind.
Duke stood up, slowly, dreading to face the ordeal but knowing he was helpless to do otherwise. He walked to the door and out into the corridor, becoming magically transformed, as he crossed the threshold, into the familiar face known to television viewers, his broad painted-on smile rigidly in place.
Then he saw her, the prettiest little thing in the whole wide world. Sally Ann Kingston was most appealing. She had, at sixteen, just barely passed the minimum age requirements. She would be competing against older, much more sophisticated teenagers for the Kidcunt crown. Sally Ann was so sweet and innocent looking, unquestionably a virgin, that everyone who so much as looked at her wanted to throw her right down on the spot and fuck her, just like that. At five foot six inches, her one hundred ten pounds were perfection personified. She had absolutely everything in absolutely the right place, all wrapped up in flashing blue eyes and the longest, nearly platinum blonde hair anyone could ever hope to encounter.
"Ah, Miss ... uh...." Duke Meadows said, hastily consulting some notes in his hand. "Sally Ann Kingston, I believe." He took the young girls hand and smiled down into her open, innocent face. Just standing that close to the nubile child made his balls twist around in Duke's ballsac and his randy old cock to stretch out a quarter of an inch at least.
"Oh, Mr. Meadows," she said, her voice carrying the slightest trace of an accent. "I never dreamed that I'd be here with you, like this, just the two of us...." For some reason, Sally Ann failed to take notice of the large entourage that always followed Meadows around, to say nothing of Dorothy DelVecchio, standing as close to them as she dared.
It was easy to see that the temptation, especially for masculine members, was rampant at the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant. Dorothy made a mental note to keep close tabs on who was getting to the underaged beauties and just how thoroughly they were managing to do it.
Duke had no sooner managed to get rid of Sally Ann Kingston when he was set upon again. It seemed that almost all of the girls felt it their duty to check in with him, even though he was only nominally the television master of ceremonies. He was nevertheless the most prominent name associated with the annual beauty contest. The girls not only felt compelled to check with Duke but to be none too subtle in their offers of favors grantable for extra considerations received.
All of the girls, more or less, were carbon copies of the others, seemingly stamped out of a beauty mold that, endlessly, cast the perfect form, like Kewpie dolls at a carnival game booth.
CHAPTER THREE
It was very late on Friday night and Duke Meadows finally found himself alone. Dorothy DelVecchio was one of the last persons to remain with him, and even she had, finally, been asked to leave his suite. It had been a most exhausting and long day for Duke Meadows, who felt a great deal older than the age he pretended to be. He made a last minute run-through of the luxurious hotel suite, making quite sure he was really alone and that none of his assistants, however motivated, had remained behind to help him out.
Then, taking a Valium, Duke stretched out in the big oversized hotel bed and closed his eyes. As his body slowly started relaxing, throwing off the physical and mental traumas of the hectic day, a rather peculiar dream began edging into his consciousness, filling him with excitement and dread.
In his dream, he was no longer alone in the hotel suite. One of irresistibly fuckable little girls was there with him. It was difficult in the darkened room to identify her. All Duke knew was that she was one of the five-foot-six-inch, one-hundred-ten-pound lovelies who tumbled out of the Kidcunt mold some seventeen years earlier. Then, as he struggled with his vision and his senses, he began to notice little details about the girl. She had beautiful strawberry red hair, for instance, and penetratingly bright green eyes. She seemed to loom up beside his bed like some phantom, who had come to suck the night away, nursing at Duke Meadows' flesh fountain, his throbbing cock. The redheaded beauty was wearing something long and thin and flowing, the gossamer material of the garment billowing out around her in heavy waves, like a ghost from a late, late movie. One of Dracula's brides, perhaps, her lush mouth slightly parted, the glowing red lips and vibrantly ready to caress him anywhere, devouring his flesh, especially his cock and balls.
Looking up at the swaying, dancing figure in his drugged half-sleep, Duke gave a passing thought that she might, indeed, be real and not just a figment of his nearly exhausted imagination, but he quickly rejected the thought. After all, he remembered perfectly checking the suite to make sure none of his assistants had lingered behind. It would have been almost impossible to hide from him, unless it had been done deliberately. Someone could have crawled under his bed, of course, or hidden inside his shower stall. Only that was sheer idiocy, hiding in his room to find him alone, to dance for him, swaying provocatively beneath thin gossamer cloth that clung effortlessly to the alluring form of the sweet young child.
Duke could clearly see, beneath the thin fabric, her taut breast nipples centered inside the dark brown areolas. He could see the fine form of her girlish waist as it dipped in narrow and sharp, her proud little belly button, like a beacon in the fog, drawing Duke's eyes to her flat smooth belly.
And her bright red pubic patch. His eyes found it automatically, zeroing in on it like a compass pointing north, pointing right at her pretty little snatch. Her pubic hair looked as if it had deliberately been shaped, trimmed down until it was a perfect heart shape. A valentine ... a gift for a lover. Roses are red and violets are blue, you look good enough to screw.
Inside his pajama bottoms, the only thing Duke Meadows wore to bed, his cock began stirring. Before he took his night-time Valium, Duke would have sworn that nothing, absolutely nothing, could have aroused him. There was no way he could have achieved an erection or become horny. A hard-on was the last thing he could have imagined for himself.
Nevertheless, his old cock stretched and twisted around, pulling free of the confines of Duke's thigh and stretching out along his leg. As it began to move, all by itself, like a snake crawling out of its den, Duke's balls twisted around in his ballsac and began swelling, throbbing with a vague pain that would not leave him until his balls emptied, giving up his semen to the first willing receptacle that would stand still long enough to collect it.
His blood was running heavy and thick and his nerve-endings beginning to tingle. His groin, already hot and heavy, nagged at him insistently. And still the pretty young dream girl danced for Duke, only now her dance began taking on more depraved overtones. As she swirled around his bed, her gossamer covering billowing out around her, she deliberately lifted it now and then so her body, completely naked, could be revealed. It glowed with a healthy vitality that only youth possessed. Fine, nubile youth in the prime of fuckability. And her red hair only seemed to enhance her dream image just that much more, promising a fire in her cunt and a responsiveness of sex that was both unique and rare to encounter.
Duke's loins fairly ached with need. It had been days since he had made love to anyone, his mind had been so occupied with the upcoming pageant. But now, alone in his bed, he surrendered to the eroticism of his dream, his imagination, and let the juices flow right to his groin, into his cock and his balls, priming them for the ultimate fantasy, a fine flying fuck. One of those rare wet dreams that felt so real he just wanted to shout out his joy and cum all over the big hotel bed.
The dancing girl paused right beside the bed, looking down at him. She was so close he could almost reach out and touch her, if she had been real. And she smelled like cunt. It was one of the very first times that Duke had a dream he could smell, and he breathed deeply of her heady odor the turned-on scent of her juiced-up pussy, knowing that the honey, already hot and heavy, was roiling around inside her sweet little pussy lips, eager to surround his cock and soak into his flesh, imparting the special woman scent of her cunt right to his sex flesh and branding it with her smell.
Giggling slightly, she raised her arms high up over her head, bringing with them the free flowing gossamer wrap. As she released it, it fluttered noisily to the floor behind her, leaving her standing there starkly, completely naked.
Her hands fluttered down her sides and seemed to be outlining for Duke, in case he failed to notice, the lushness and desirability of her form. Her skin was flawless and brightly shell pink, and seemed to pulsate with an alluring glow. The young girl cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them slightly, turning the tips up toward her beautiful young face. Her green eyes flashed wickedly and much of her hair fell down over her face, causing her to peer through it conspiratorially, as if hiding behind something in order to do her naughty thing.
Her tongue slid through her lips and moistened them, making them glow wetly in the dim light of the bedroom. Her mouth parted slightly, as if offering it as a hole for his cock, as a haven for it to snuggle into, a safe harbor to nestle through the perilous night. Then, looking at him through her uptilted eyes, she licked her nipples. One at a time. She just licked them, laving them with her tongue and making them grow long and hard, standing right up there like hard little pencil erasers covered with her shiny slick spittle. They pointed at Duke like twin turret guns swooping down on an unprotected Vietnam village and he received their volleys of lust right in the pit of his stomach.
His cock throbbed and stretched out longer, tenting the thin cotton fabric of his pajama bottoms rigidly. It ached from the tight confines of the pants leg, but it was only a dream ache and Duke knew it would go away, after his cum, along with his rampant erection. His balls, too, twisted around inside their ballsac, began to rise slowly toward the root of his cock, wanting to be closer to the center of action when the fucking began.
The girl lifted the blanket and sheet gently, sliding them back down off of Duke's body, trying not to disturb him in his reverie. When she dropped them at his feet, she could clearly see the rigid outline of his hard cock and swollen balls, tenting out the fabric of his pajamas. "Ohhh," she whispered, purring gently, leaning over and admiring the shape of his cock and his balls closer. She could actually feel the heat radiating upward from them, and watch his cock as it gently pulsated, making the tent of cotton stretch and relax, stretch and relax. Where his cockhead, fully engorged with fresh hot blood, poked against his pajamas, she could see the wide flaring rim of his coronal ridge, pushing against the fabric, showing her the whole shape of his extra wide glans. Just at the tip of it, a damp spot was forming where his cum was drooling outward through his cocktip, spotting his pajamas and growing larger, damper, as his desire worked through his loins.
"Oh, Dukie," she said, "You look so ... so beautiful. I just love the way your cock's already hard, sticking out inside your pajamas. It looks so pretty. I can hardly wait to ... to look at it. To finally touch it."
Something was wrong. In the back of his mind, Duke Meadows knew this was not really a dream and that the fantastic naked girl who was crawling into bed with him was real. She was alive. She was flesh and blood and tits and ass and cunt. She was fuckable.
He wanted to dip his wick into her honeypot one little time. Just for letting the head of it ease through her sweet little cuntal lips and touch the inside of her fuck hole once. "Yes," Duke said aloud, struggling, trying to clear his head of the phantom of his dream, to shake away the debilitating effects of the Valium he had taken earlier. "No. This isn't right. This can't be happening."
"Ohhh, Dukie," the girl said, giggling wildly as she clambered onto the bed beside him, causing it to jiggle and bounce. Her naked breasts crushed against his bare chest, the sharp little nipples pressing into the matted hair of his chest. "Don't you remember? It's me, Vickie Williams, from this afternoon? When we met, I told you I'd be back tonight, to show you how much I can ... really appreciate a big powerful man like you ... "
"Oh, God, no," Duke repeated. "None of this is happening. I'm just dreaming. A nightmare. A horrible sex dream. I'll wake up in the morning and nothing will have happened at all."
"Don't you bet on it, Dukie," Vickie said, her hand finding its way through the slightly gaping fly of his pajama bottoms. Her fingers trailed hotly through his pubic hair, tangling up inside it before making contact with the flesh of his cock. Then, as the fever-hot contact was made uniting her fingers with the shaft of his cock, it gave a mighty lurch and stretched out even longer, tighter inside his pajama leg.
Vickie giggled again, like a little girl who has finally located the source of all her pleasure, and let her fingers dig roughly into the flesh of his cock, pulling at it. She struggled, moving it around inside his pajamas, righting it with extreme difficulty and causing him sharp, piercing pain. But, once she had it upright and sticking out of his pajamas, it instantly felt much better, freed of the confinement and the downward pulling tensions. As if celebrating because of its freedom, Duke's old cock stretched some more, growing harder while Vickie watched, admiringly, at close range. She scooped back down inside his pajamas again and wormed her hand beneath his heavy crinkle-fleshed ballsac, tugging at the dark brown hairs that covered it before lifting both of them out of his pajamas beside his cock shaft.
"Oh, Dukie," she said, gazing down onto his cock and balls, "I swear they're the biggest balls I've ever seen. And your cock ... God, it's huge. I just love big hard cocks, Dukie, especially ones with fat purple knobs, like yours. They look so ... oh ... delicious!" Duke shuddered and groaned, knowing that dream or not, there was no way he would ever leave that bed without fucking the sweet youngster, though it was a moot point whether or not she was actually doing the fucking.
"Oh, Dukie," Vickie said, "I've just got to see the rest of your body. You don't know how many years I've dreamed of this minute, just watching you on television, looking at your crotch, wanting to touch you here. I dreamed of ripping your pants open and grabbing your dick, and fucking you right there on prime-time television."
As she said this, she frantically pulled at the snaps of his pajama bottoms, throwing the fly open and tugging at it, tearing the fabric in her haste to make him naked. Knowing that he was powerless to resist, Duke helped her by lifting his slim hips up off of the mattress. Her sweet little hands ran down his hips, the outside of his thighs, pushing his pajamas down. Her touch, along his naked body, was like liquid fire, promising ecstasies unknown that were going to surround him.
Duke shuddered and his balls grew tighter up against the base of his cock, feeling heavier than the swollen, cum-filled testicles had ever felt before. His cock jiggled and wobbled from the excited flutter his body gave involuntarily, feeling the child's sweet hands caressing his hips and his buttocks.
"You're something else for an old man," Vickie said, when she finally had him naked. "Your cock doesn't look a day over thirty, and your balls ... wow, they're so full and heavy. I could just eat them right off of you."
Vickie leaned down over Duke's appealing crotch, her long red hair flowing onto his belly and surrounding his upright cock and painfully swollen balls, feeling like a million sex tendrils constantly taunting his fuck flesh as she rocked her head gently back and forth, deliberately causing the hairs to flutter around his groin, tantalizing him with her wicked wantonness. She could feel the fire-like heat of his fuck flesh raising up to her face in rolling waves as his passion intensified. His sex smell, too, seemed to increase and become stronger and she could detect the difference in the smell of his cock from the smell of his balls or from his anus, sheltered inside the sweat-slick crack of his ass, just beneath his up-tight ballsac.
Vickie breathed in his strongly potent man smell, filling her nostrils with the unique scent of his sex, of his cock and his balls holding his aroma deeply inside her lungs and savoring it with anticipation, struggling with herself not to just sink down onto it, claiming his fuck pole for herself. Already Vickie's passionate pussy was unfolding like a flower at the peak of perfection. The swollen petal-like lips of her cunt slightly parted so the heavy flow of her pussy honey could coat them and make them shiny and slick, ready for whatever attention her vulva was going to receive. The delicate inner lips of her cuntal mouth, too, were swollen and ready, pulsating hotly from the heat of her need, from her inner turmoil. The sides of her cunt were snapping tightly together, trying to grasp, to cling to his cock, even though it was no where near being inside of her cuntal mouth at all.
"Oh, Dukie," she said, moaning, lowering her face until her cheek nestled alongside his rampant cock shaft, the broad swollen head of his dick sticking into her strawberry red hair and streaking it with his cum as the pearly white drop, gathered at his cocklips, was brushed off into her tresses. "I never dreamed your cock'd be so big. I'm going to touch it now ... just a touch ... to see what it feels like."
"Oh, shit, don't," Duke said, still fighting with his conscience to do what was legally proper with the young child, to avoid fucking her, knowing he would, in the end, do the right thing, by fucking her. "Please. This is all wrong. You shouldn't even be here. Not like this anyway. Don't ... THAT'S ... THAT'S wrong, touching my cock that way, my balls. Don't do it. OH, SHIT, DO IT! DO IIITT! PLEASE DON'T. STOP IT! YES, LIKE THAT ... SQUEEZE MY COCK! YES! AND MY BALLS, TOO, BOTH OF THEM. YEAH! OH, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MY COCK AND MY BALLS!!! Oh, DO IT! DO HITTT!!!"
With such encouragement as she was receiving, Vickie felt compelled to excel at her favorite past-time, cocksucking. She had tasted her first dick at an early age, and her first load of cum the year after that, and she was a professional at it already, devoting much care and attention to the finer nuances of detail, of tongue fluttering and cock swallowing, of teeth nipping and lip frictioning. All in all, Vickie Williams was one fine cocksucker.
And she hadn't even touched Duke's dick with her mouth yet. Not even one kiss, right on his cocklips, to show him how very friendly she could be, given the opportunity. Instead, all she was doing was fondling his flesh, holding the shaft of his cock close to her face and palm-cupping his ballsac, gently kneading the double ovoids together, encouraging them to give up their jism for her benefit.
Finally, after nearly driving Duke Meadows out of his mind, she licked his cock once. It tasted fat and hot and heady, having a special flavor all its own like dried up piss and flaked-off cum and, altogether, delicious. She smacked her lips and checked out the flavor again, deciding that she wanted more, more, more.
Vickie opened her mouth wide and sank down over the knob of Duke's cock, taking the whole wide head of it inside and letting her lips close tight just behind his coronal ridge, trapping his whole tip inside her fire-like oral cavity and letting it soak in her spit while her tongue, rolling in waves of his flavor, carried his taste right to her throat and down into the pit of her belly, right near the place where, from the other end, she wanted his cockhead to be resting.
The suddenness of Vickie's cocksucking took Duke by complete surprise. One minute his cock was tight against her cheek, poking through her pretty red hair and the next it was against the back of her throat, soaking in the fire of her spittle, her tongue hard against the delicately sensitive tissues of his cockhead and laving it like mad, trying to drive him right off the bed with the frenzy of her mouth action against his hot, hard fuck flesh.
Duke's balls seemed to grow double in size abruptly, filling with cum juice and heating it up, readying it for the long surge of his ejaculation when it would go rushing up through the hard shaft of his cock, filling the thick vein of it and gathering up again just inside Duke's cockhead, there to wait for the ultimate moment when he could no longer hold it back. When he would have to surrender his man cum to the voraciously cock-eating girl child who was such a beauty, cocksucker supreme, man pleaser of the world and Kidcunt contestant.
Vickie loved the flavor of his cockhead. It tasted like fresh roasted cornish game hen to her, heady and ruggedly potent with an almost indefinable specialness about it. She twisted up her tongue and made a sharp point of it, digging right down inside his pisshole with the drill of her tongue, lapping at it and stretching the tiny opening wider, pushing at the sides of his cock mouth and making it gape, going deeper down inside his cockhead than anything had ever penetrated before. And all of that just to get at more and more of his drooling pre-cum, the before-fuck lubrication fluid that his system generated to coat his cockhead and make it slick and ready to penetrate any available opening, to stuff it and fill it with hot hard mancock.
The almost painful sensations of Vickie's tongue drilling down inside his cockhead made Duke jerk and lurch on the big hotel bed, his hips flopping upward against the small girl child, causing her breasts to dig into his belly and her free hand to grip, tighter, around his thigh, holding him firmly in place for her oral orgy that simply could not be denied. Once Vickie Williams got her lips locked around a cockhead, nothing could cause her to release the dick until Vickie was ready to do it all by herself.
Her hand slipped down off of Duke's hairy thigh and wormed its way between his buttocks, slicking up and down inside the tight, sweat filled crevice between them. Then, just as she found his tiny puckered little asshole, she bit into his cockhead with her sharp, pointy little teeth.
Duke didn't even know she had penetrated his asshole up to her first knuckle, so sharp had been the pain surrounding his overly sensitive cockhead in the hot depths of her mouth.
Then, as Vickie slowly forced more and more of her long, talented finger into Duke's asshole, now in as far as the second knuckle, she began twisting around on his cockhead, swirling her mouth, her tongue around it corkscrew fashion. She intensified the tension, the friction, at all points of contact, taking his entire cockhead and swirling around it inside her mouth, twisting around the shaft and taking more and more of it into her mouth, nibbling at the hard flesh of it and letting her tongue play around behind his coronal ridge, tracing all the finely sculptured contours of his cockhead and memorizing them for later dream use. Vickie always relived her better fucks, and this one was shaping up as being among the very best of the best.
Her finger was all the way up inside his asshole at last, and turning inward, seeking the hard little nut-like protrusion of his prostate gland, the thing that generated the propellant for his semen, causing it to jet up the tube of his cock and out of his cockhead when he could not hold it back any longer through will power alone. It was, in effect, his fuck button, and all she had to do was stroke it and he would turn into cum-spitting putty right inside her hands.
She stroked his fuck button. She caressed the tiny little nut-like object lovingly, taking great pains to pleasure him as she did so, her finger tightly clasped inside the hot, muscle ringed chamber of his bowels, tightly inserted all the way up inside his funkily masculine, strongly scented asshole. The double-pronged attack on his cock, from inside his asshole and against the very root of his fuck shaft as well as from deep inside her tongue-swirling, cheek-suctioning mouth, was almost too much for Duke. His balls contracted and snapped sharply inside their ballsac, now quite tight against the root of his cock and so filled with jism as to sound sloshy, like ocean waves.
"Oh, yes," Duke said, knowing without a doubt that he had never experienced anything like the cocksucking he was experiencing and would never experience it again, however long he lived. "I can't stand it any longer. You're eating my cock right off. Already my cockhead's nothing but raw hamburger. And your finger, up my ass, I never felt anything like that before, ever. If you don't want me to CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, you better stop it, baby. I can't hold back much longer. I'M GOING TO CUM ANY MINUTE NOW. Oh, God! HERE IT COMES!!! FEEL IT, BABY!!! FEEL MY COCK SPITTING CUM RIGHT INSIDE YOUR HOT LITTLE MOUTH!!! I'M CCCCUUUUMM-MIIIINNNNGGGG!!! I'M CCCCUUUUM-MMMIIIINNNGGGG RIGHT INSIDE YOUR HOT LITTLE MOUTH. JESUS, SUCK MY COCK, BABY, SUCK IT ALL OUT ... MY CUM. MY CCCUUUMMMM!!!! HERE!!! AND HERE!!! TAKE MORE OF MY CUM!!! AND ANOTHER SPLURT!!! YOU'RE REALLY EATING MY CUM, SWALLOWING MY CUM RIGHT OUT OF MY COCK, AS I'M ... AS I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!! I'M CCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!"
Vickie released Duke's cum-spitting cock and grabbed her cuntal mouth with her hand, slicing three fingers quickly across her clitoris and stroking it frantically as her loins snapped open and closed, open and closed. Her orgasm rolled over her like a freight train at midnight, swooping across the noisy bridge, click-clacking away as she had one little cum after another, brought on by the feel of his cock in her mouth, the feel of her finer " tight up inside his asshole, still punching out More Cum messages on his love button, from the heady flavor of his copious cum, rolling down into her throat. All the sensations were only combining to give her the orgasm of her life. Her fingers left her rapid-firing clittie and slipped full length into her hot tight fuck hole, rippling around and spreading out wide, stretching the sides of her cuntal canal and increasing the pleasure of her orgasm ten fold.
Vickie, almost blind because of the intensity of her orgasm, was still to feel the hard pulsating shaft of his cock penetrating her pussy and forcing its way tight up inside her cuntal mouth, and she was eager for that thrill, before his cock shrank limp again, as she suspected it would do quickly, following his violent ejaculation. Quickly Vickie swung up over Duke's loins and she grabbed his cock at the same time, up-angling it right between her pussy lips. Then, poised high in the air over Duke's rampant, cum-slick hard-on, she began sliding down onto his fuck stick, deliberately impaling her pussy onto it and stuffing her belly full of his hot hard cock.
Exactly at the same time the door burst open.
"What the fuck's going on here?" a loud voice said, in a thick southern accent. "He's raping Maebelle," another loud voice said. "The boss told us to look out for his girl, and make sure she wins the contest, only he didn't say nothin' about you fucking her none."
The first rough goon grabbed Vickie and lifted her right up off of Duke's cock, freeing it. His dick snapped noisily against his belly and, instantly, began shrinking, hiding within itself from the two fierce looking hoods.
"Here, you little bitch," the second goon said, handing Vickie the gossamer wraparound robe to cover herself with, "cover up. Oh! OH! Jessie, it ain't Maebelle at all. We grabbed the wrong cunt."
"Oh!" Jessie said. "That's all right then. Sorry to bother you this way, Mr. Meadows. You understand though, we gotta look out for Maebelle and the boss's interests."
"Yeah," the other goon said, "so just watch your step, you hear?"
And as quickly and as abruptly as they had broken into Duke's room, they left, pulling a cumfllled Vickie Williams out into the hallway with them and sending her on her own way. A startled Duke Meadows, wondering what had hit him with the force and speed of a freeway collision, shook his head, trying to clear away the confusion. The best part of it all, he figured, was being free of Vickie Williams. She was, undeniably, one hell of a cocksucker, but she was still underaged, and Duke was glad to be free of her tempting mouth, her lush body, and her completely irresistible cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dorothy DelVecchio arrived at Duke Meadows' suite as early as she dared, that Saturday morning. She thought Duke looked a bit under the weather, as if he had spent a restless night, either that or he was all fucked out. Dorothy couldn't tell the difference.
Duke knew the difference, of course, and all he had to do to bring the stark terror of his precarious situation fully to his mind was to think the two words Vickie Williams. Even the top beauty queen would turn the trick for him. And there she would be again, the lovely vision of his half-drugged dream world, the naked child, dancing provocatively and seducing him with all the talent of a stunning Singapore whore going after a sailor on his first shore leave.
Duke's cock, also, remembered the special thrills of the night before. Never in all his life had his cock been so thoroughly sucked, his balls so thoroughly vacuumed clean, dry and empty. When little Vickie Williams grew up, she would make some virile man one hell of a wife, if his cock could stand up to her voracious appetite, that is.
He still wondered about Jessie and the other goon, who seemed to be bodyguards for Miss Glamour Girl, Maebelle Clark, daughter of the oil and cattle billionaire. But, whatever they are, they left him alone once they discovered it was Vickie swinging on the knob of his cock, and not the lovely Maebelle.
Duke remembered her from Friday evening, late, when she arrived in her own chauffeur driven limousine. Maebelle, like all the other Kidcunt contestants, had been cast in the same mold of perfection. She stood just five foot six inches and weighed one hundred ten absolutely perfectly distributed pounds. At seventeen, she had long brown hair that fell far below her shoulders, casually arranged to make her look like an unbleached movie star, and she had the most perceptive gray eyes Duke had ever seen. Clearly, Miss Glamour Girl with or without her daddy's protection and her daddy's overly formidable bankroll, was destined for greatness.
"Good morning, Mr. Meadows," Dorothy said, helping herself to a cup of coffee from the never-empty Mr. Coffee in Duke's suite.
"Uh ... Duke," he said. "Morning. You'll have to forgive me if I seem rushed. I'm not ignoring you, believe me."
"Oh, I understand ... Duke," Dorothy said, making sure her little cassette tape recorder was running properly. "This morning will be particularly bad for me," he said. "This is the day when all the girls get together at the same time. Then I walk them through their paces for tomorrow night's telecast and introduce them to the judges, who should all be arriving today."
"I don't envy you your job," Dorothy said, "trying to make those girls do anything looks pretty difficult to me. From what I've seen of them, they're all pretty headstrong."
"You're right about that," Duke said. "The only thing most of those girls are interested in is winning this Kidcunt contest. Oops, excuse me, I'm not supposed to call it that." Dorothy laughed at him. "I don't mind, really," she said. "I won't quote you on that. Besides, I've heard everyone else in this whole hotel call it the Kidcunt contest already. You might as well do it too."
The phone in the suite rang and one of Duke's assistants answered it. In just a moment, covering the mouthpiece, he said, "Hey, boss, they're all down there in the auditorium and the cameras're in place. They're waitin' for you now."
"Oh, shit," Duke said, looking panic stricken all of a sudden. "Tell them I'll be right there."
Dorothy hurried and finished her coffee, then turned to follow Duke out into the hallway. "Come on with me, Miss ... er ... Del ... Del...." he said.
"Dorothy," she said, smiling, amused at his harried forgetfulness.
"Uh, yes, Dorothy," he said. "You'll have to stick as close to me as you can today. I can't promise to keep tabs on you."
"Whatever, Duke," she said. "Whatever----" The main convention meeting room of the posh hotel had been converted into a television studio. Cameras, mounted all around the room, could focus on anything that happened, but mostly on the large stage set up at the one end of the room, terraced, so some of the Kidcunt contestants could stand at different elevations, giving perfect view of their perfectly matched perfect forms to the television cameras.
Forty seven girls were crowded onto the stage, milling around aimlessly and awaiting direction. Not all the states and territories were represented in the contest but even so, the absence of a few girls could hardly go noticed in the throng of lovely young girls. Duke, groaning, standing about halfway down the aisle away from the stage, began clapping his hands together loudly, trying to attract the girls' attention.
"Ladies! Ladies!" he said, over and over again, repeating his hand slapping. "Please! You must be quiet and listen to me. We have very little time, actually. You do want this to look like a professional show, don't you?"
There was a shouting response to his question from the stage, but it was impossible to understand even the aggregate opinion. Duke had to slap his hands sharply again, wincing slightly from the unexpected pain he caused himself, to get their attention.
"Now girls, please," he said, an exasperated edge noticeable on his words. "You must help. Begin by lining up alphabetically, according to your state, on the top tier, from your right, my left...." With the help of all of Duke's assistants, along with the crew from ABC, they finally got the girls lined up and standing in position all along the three tiers. Though they were dressed in a casual array of short skirts and sheaths, tight-ass pants and, occasionally, blue denims, they still looked good enough to eat, or at least to fuck, every one of them perfection and every one of them more beautiful than the one before. It would not be an easy task for the judges, who were beginning to arrive in the room, staring hungrily at all the lush Kidcunts available to them.
"Ladies, please," Duke said. The phrase was rapidly becoming his theme song, he had to sing it so frequently. "I'd like to introduce you to the judges. Two of them have arrived already. Here, on my left, is Mr. Sol Arnstein, well-known Broadway producer."
There was applause from the girls and titters as they looked the big-time producer over. Although he was already in his sixties, he appeared to be healthy and robust, and his reputation; both as a Broadway producer and as a casting-couch interviewer, was known to all the girls. Even though he was tending slightly toward pudginess, especially around his midsection, and still had fringes of gray hair around his ears and the back of his head, he still was peculiarly attractive, like a fond Daddy, all soft and cuddly. Many of the girls decided they could well afford to spend some time being nice to Mr. Broadway, Sol Arnstein.
"And, seated next to Mr. Arnstein," Duke said, breaking through the titters and reclaiming the girls' attention, "is a man I'm sure you all know. The toast of television, star of the sensational top-rated show Crazy Daze, Mr. Hank Blinker.
If there had been applause at the introduction of Sol Arnstein, there was chaos at the introduction of Hank Blinker. Of course he was well known, all over the civilized world. There were even Hank Blinker dolls in every five-and-dime and many an older girl went to bed, nightly, clutching her hard little plastic Blinker, dreaming they were holding the real life thing, hot and hard and fully erect, ready to fuck them in their dreams.
Already thirty, Hank Blinker, at five foot ten inches, was a bit self-conscious about his height. He carried his one hundred sixty pounds well, however, and had lustrous brown hair and clear brown eyes.
There was not one single Kidcunt contestant who would not have traded the crown they were after for one session in Hank's arms, balling the world's most eligible bachelor. "Ladies, please," Duke said again, trying to break into their enthusiasm for Hank Blinker, succeeding only with much difficulty. "And joining us later, for the actual judging, will be Ms Belta Appljug, former Congresswoman from New York."
A quieter, milder round of courtesy applause sounded through the huge auditorium, and Duke moved on quickly.
"Now, ladies, if you please," he said. "Follow my directions precisely as I who you how to walk through the actual judging. You move this way, to your right...." When the brief rehearsal had concluded, Dorothy, standing near the back door, was in perfect position to see the girls disband. And, much to her surprise, not a few of them made mad rushes toward the judges stand.
"Oh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie Williams, Miss Glamour Girl, said, "you're my favorite Broadway producer." In fact, he was the only Broadway producer Vickie knew, and to her, one was enough for instant stardom.
"Well, hello, Miss ... Miss?" he said. Vickie wasn't wearing her identification at the time.
"Miss Glamour Girl," she said, "I'm Vickie Williams, but you can call me just plain Vickie."
"Hmmm," the aging producer said, "I don't see anything plain about you at all, my dear."
"Well then," Vickie said, purring like a kitten in sight of a saucer of milk, "why don't we go some where and talk about it."
"I was just about to suggest the same thing, my dear," he said. "Perhaps you're free for lunch?"
"Oh, for you," Vickie said, "I'm free any time."
"I'm sure room service can rustle up something edible," he said. "Shall we retire to my room...?"
"OOOHHHhhh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said, taking his arm and dragging him toward the elevators. As unconcerned as possible Dorothy DelVechhio followed along, intent upon overhearing as much as possible of their private conversation for the article she was writing for a rock magazine.
Inside Arnstein's large, luxurious suite, just for appearance's sake, the producer phoned down to have room service bring up lunch for two, complete with hot fudge sundaes for dessert. While he talked into the telephone, Vickie made a quick survey of the suite, picking out all the important things ... the bedroom, the bed, the bathroom, the lock on the front door, locked.
As he hung up the receiver and turned back to Vickie, prepared to offer her his devoted attention, he was momentarily stunned by her haste and determination. Grinning for what she hoped would pass-as passion, Vickie was slowly unbuttoning her man's cut silk print shirt, pulling the tails of it out of the waistband of her tight, hip-hugging pants. Beneath her thin, clingy blouse, Vickie was wearing only her breasts. Her lush, firm, uptilted breasts, the nipples, riding on round circles of dark brown flesh, pointing almost right toward the ceiling.
"Yes, indeed," Arnstein said, watching Vickie open her shirt and display her delectable bosoms to him. "I thought you might be interested in these, Mr. Arnstein," she said, tossing the shirt aside and cupping her breasts, making kissing movements, noises, with her mouth and pointing her nipples directly at the portly producer.
"Very nice indeed," he said, his eyes beginning to glaze over in heated lust and his balls, large and sponge-like inside his gray-hair fringed ballsac, began bouncing and swelling, filling with fresh hot mancum.
"And maybe just a bit more," Vickie said, deliberately kicking her shoes off, watching them fly across the room. Bending down, she quickly freed her feet of her short little socks then began unfastening the hook at the top of her tight flesh pink pants. They zippered down the side and Vickie had to squirm and dip her knees around to work the tight fabric down over her hips, her lush-looking thighs, but finally she had the flesh pink pants off and posed again for Mr. Arnstein, this time wearing only very thin, light pink bikini panties of a lacey material.
Her red-headed pussy hair was clearly visible through the thin fabric of her panties and, here and there, some of her coarser cunt hair stuck through the thin lacey weave. Heavier tufts of her pussy hair waved free through the leg holes of the bikini panties.
"I must say, you're certainly a natural," he said, referring to the color of her hair, on her head as well as surrounding the delectable target zone, of her torrid twat.
"OOOHHHhhh," Vickie said, purring and vibrating from head to toe in excitement, "and that's not all...." She dipped forward, at the same time skinning her panties right down her lovely little girl thighs and leaving them on the floor beside her feet. Then, turning carefully all the way around, she displayed her lush naked form to the producer, being very careful to show him her backside, her incredibly beautiful buttocks. Vickie had always thought of them as being among her best features.
"Oh, I say," he said, watching the sweet provocative child turn from side to side, gently lifting first one leg and then the other, holding them unnecessarily high up in the air so the sweet little lips of her cuntal mouth could twitch and smile at the man. They parted slightly and he could actually see the hotter pink inner flesh, glowing damply with rich hot cunt honey, attracting the aging producer like a flesh magnet.
With her back full to him, Vickie spread her legs wide apart in a pseudo-acrobatic stance then bent down from her hips, forcing her buttocks high and wide, pushing the cheeks apart. Looking at her inviting turned over form, all Sol Arnstein could see was the gaping open mouth of her cunt from the rear and the twitching, winking, shell-pink rosette of her anus, nestled snugly between the meaty, irresistible buttock cheeks.
"Oh, I say," he said again, his cock already stretched long and heavy down inside his pants leg, growing uncomfortable and twisted up painfully. His cock wanted out of his pants and into her fuck hole in the worst possible way.
Knowing instinctively the effect her lovely young nubile form was having on the elderly, jaded producer, Vickie turned back around to face him squarely, a most provocative expression on her face. It was not all pretense, either. Nothing turned Vickie on like turning some man on. If she could see the effect she was having on him visibly at his crotch, the long heavy meat stretching, hardening, tenting out the fabric of his pants, then she too was turned on. The juices would boil and flow through her groin, gathering just inside her sweet little girl pussy lips, making them swell up puffily and roll slightly outward, opening like the delicate petals of a fuck flower. The dampness there would trickle gently out over her pussy lips, wetting them, making them slick and receptive to the penetration of almost anything short of a liter-size soft drink bottle. And the itch, oh the itch, deep in the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, nagging at her, throbbing, demanding that she wrap her cunt around something masculine in a hurry and scratch the itch, scratch the itch, scratch the itch....
"Oh, baby," she said, hurrying to him and crushing herself against his body, taking his reluctant arms and bringing them around her back, his palms close against her feverish, lust-fired flesh. Vickie grabbed the outline of Sol Arnstein's formidable cock and tweaked it good, leaving no doubt that she was aware of its presence and its potential for pleasuring her palpating pussy. Her hand slipped around the mounding bulge of his ballsac and pushed delightfully into the spongy ovoids, kneading them gently against Arnstein's thigh flesh. "You just must feel awfully uncomfortable," Vickie said, playfully, letting her fingertips run up and down the still elongating outline of his cock shaft, "wearing all these stuffy old clothes. Why don't we just ... just ... make you feel all good all over Vickie's hands slid inside Arnstein's coat and pushed it down over his shoulders. She fumbled with his tie and pulled it free of his shirt and then went on to the buttons, opening it. At the signal of her hands, touching his clothes and baring his body, Sol Arnstein went into rapid action himself. Bending, he removed his shoes and his socks in record time and opened his belt buckle, grabbing his zipper. In what was undoubtedly record time, the portly producer was as naked as a jaybird, the pudgy little rolls of his stomach jiggling as he moved, in haste, to get his flesh closer to Vickie's flesh.
"Oh, yes," Vickie said, her eyes flashing green Go-Ahead signals and her mind as lust fogged as her cunt was honey-filled. "I never dreamed you'd look so ... so ... good, Mr. Arnstein. My, what a powerful looking prick you have. OOOHHHhhh, I've just got to ... to ... have it. Come on, to the bed. Hurry. I WANT YOU! I WANT YYYOOOUUU!!!"
They ran, holding hands like two small children, one slightly overweight and jiggling furiously, to the bed, jumping and diving into the center of it. Instantly they rolled and crashed together, their four arms dragging in as much flesh as possible, crushing their forms together and feeling, through their pores, the heat and magnetism of each other.
Sol Arnstein's cock was fully erect and throbbing repeatedly and Vickie grabbed it possessively, running her hand up and down the length of it and checking out the size, the width, the fiery potential of his prick. Just the touch of it, despite his age and his obesity, made her tight little twat twitch and snap at her, the juices freer flowing and rolling outside her cuntal lips to mat in her lush red pubic hair.
"Oh, I've just got to have your wonderful cock," Vickie said, twisting quickly around in the bed and ramming her buttocks tight into Arnstein's face, his nose poking at her tight little anus and pulling the sharp heady scent of her butt right into his nostrils.
Vickie opened her mouth wide and dived down over Arnstein's cockhead like a vulture at the first meal in two weeks. Instantly she had swirled around it, her tongue twisting like a fury, gathering up his pre-cum and his cock flavor and taking it right to her palate, igniting with flavor buds and swallowing them into her tummy. His balls thumped loudly in their ballsac and his cock pulsated and throbbed, deep inside the fire-like oral cavity of the Kidcunt contestant, jailbait supreme.
"Oh, God," Vickie said, "I JUST LOVE THE TASTE OF YOUR BIG COCKHEAD. HMMMmmm! HMMMmmm!" She was making loud slurpy sounds, going down on his cock, giving him head, filling the room with fuck noises and stirring up their sex scents that already hung over their bodies like a visible cloud, the strongly pungent aroma of her heated-up cunt and his rigid cock flesh, blending together to form an irresistible aphrodisiac, a prelude to penetration and ejaculation.
Vickie turned back around again and flopped down on the bed, spread-eagling herself and pulling at Arnstein, trying to get the bulk of him atop her lush little girl form. He struggled and groaned, but got between her smooth, flawless thighs and looked down at her cunt as she lifted her legs high beside him and parted them, causing her pussy mouth to spread wide, inviting his penile penetration and trying to hurry him along.
Looking right down into her moist, honey dripping fuck hole, he took his cock like a pointer and slicked it up and down through her parted pussy lips, spreading her honey around and mixing it with the copious spittle she had left all around his fat swollen cockhead. He deliberately butted his cocklips again and again against her sweet little clitoris, loving the way that tender little morsel of feminine fuck flesh and swollen, sticking up, peeking out of her pussy. Each time the flesh of his cock stroked her clitty, she shuddered and shook in miniature orgasm, the tight snapping walls of her cunt closing and opening and closing again around the cock that wasn't there. Yet!
"Oh, please," she said, whining and whimpering like a petulant little child being denied a favorite plaything. "You've got to put it in me. LET ME FEEL YOUR COCK INSIDE MY CUNT. OH, GOD, PLEASE PUT IT IN. JUST THE HEAD OF IT, THEN ... ANY PART OF IT. PUT IT IN MY PUSSY. LET ME FEEL YOUR FAT OLD COCK SPLITTING ME WIDE OPEN ... GIVE ME YOUR PRICK. PUT IT IIINNN!!! OOOHHHHHHhhhhh!!!"
Arnstein, fired beyond his imagination by the salacious screams coming from such a sweet, innocent little child's mouth, could hold back no longer. Still holding his cock like a pointer, he dipped it down further and nestled the head of it tight into the lips of her vulva and, as she writhed and screamed at him, demanding that he penetrate her pussy with his prick, he did just that.
"PUT IT IIINNN!!! OOOHHHHHhhhh!!!" His huge cockhead cleanly cleaved her cuntal mouth, penetrating, forcing its way inside her tight hot fuck hole until his wide-flaring coronal ridge stretched her fuck mouth to the extreme then popped, audibly, inside her cuntal canal as the lips closed firmly, possessively behind it. From then it, it was an easy slide, thanks to the heavy flow of her fuck honey, the pussy juices that had been lubricating her cunt ever since she entered his private suite, and his whole long hard cock shaft sank right up inside her sweet little child's cunny.
The throbbing head of his cock banged against her cervix and her muscles rippled tightly around it, clasping it and covering it with hot, strong smelling pussy juice. Her incredibly talented twat rippled up and down the length of his cock, checking it out at close range, recording every subtle contour of his fuck flesh in her memory bank and cherishing every individual mark on it that distinguished it from all the other cocks she had similarly surveyed.
He didn't even have to do anything. He didn't even have to move, so talented was Vickie Williams as a fucker. She knew how to get the most of the best out of any cock, just by having it fully inserted inside her teen-age cunny. Her pussy rippled along the length of it and squeezed, nibbling at his cockhead like a mouth, buried deep inside her belly, nursing at it like a child at its mother's breast, trying for the nourishment that comes only with the cum ... the flavor Vickie loved best of all flavors in the whole wide world.
Nevertheless, her devoted attentions to his cock, deep inside her, nestling snugly in the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, brought out the best in Arnstein, as well, to match the best of Vickie's better than best cunt. As if he were young again, in the full virility of perpetual hard-on youth, Sol Arnstein drew back his hips and began flaying them against her, dragging his cock almost all the way out of her juiced-up, splurting, noisily squishing fuck hole then ramming it full length back inside of her again.
He pulled his cock out and he pushed his cock back in. Vickie's cuntal mouth clung to it like a second skin, rippling along the contours of it, over the coronal ridge, squishing loudly with the plunging, frictioning sounds of his furious fucking. The strong aroma of their mingling sexes, of their combining fuck fluids, was almost overwhelmingly potent, filling their nostrils with their sex odors and driving them on to higher peaks of passion.
His tired old balls were tight up against the root of his cock as if they, too, wanted to penetrate her sweet little girl pussy. Vickie raised her hips up higher, altering the angle of entry slightly and increasing the friction, and the pleasure, ten fold. Each time he long dicked his cock into her fluttering pussy now, he crushed his pubic bone tightly against her sweet little clitoris, his coarse cock hairs cutting the delicate membrane repeatedly and causing her orgasm to ripple through her loins continuously.
Sol Arnstein grabbed her erect nipples then, tired of looking at them pointing at him, tempting him. He twisted them cruelly from side to side, gripping the eraser-hard nubbins fiercely. At the same time, the caress of her breasts sent her off into a magnificently grand orgasm. Her cunt snapped tight around his cockhead and squeezed it mightily, flooding it with hot honey.
"OH, Shit!" she said. "HNNNUUUUGGGGH! GOD, I'M CUMING! HNNNUUUGGG! NNNNUUUUGGG!!! HHHMMMMU-UUUGGGHHH! FEEL ME CUM. CCCUUUMMM! NOW! NOW! YOU DO IT TOO, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR COCK EXPLODE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OH, YES, NNNUUUUGGGHHHH!!! NNNNUUUUGGGHHHH!!! DO IT! DO IT TO MMMMEEE!!!"
Arnstein was beyond the point of recall. There is nothing that could have prevented his orgasm, even without the sweet child's filthy demands for his semen. "Yes," he said. "Almost there. Almost. Any minute NOW! NOW!! GOD, FEEL THAT! AND THIS! AND AGAIN! AGAIN CCCUUUMMMIINNNGGG!!! CAN YOU FEEL MY CUM SPLURTING INTO YOUR PUSSY? HERE! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!! CHRIST, I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG IN YOUR SWEET LITTLE CUNNY. MY COCK'S EXPLODING HOT JISM INSIDE YOUR SWEET LITTLE BODY____" And he collapsed atop the child, his huge cock still fully inserted, stuffing, stretching her tight little cunt and her sweet little belly as the final ripples of his semen gently fluttered out of his cock lips and into the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth.
"Oh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie Williams said, her mind suddenly back to things at hand and away from the franticness of their fuck, "don't you think I'd be the absolutely perfect Miss Teenage Country Beauty queen...?"
CHAPTER FIVE
When the Saturday morning rehearsal for the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant broke up and the Kidcunt contestants mobbed the judges' station, Dorothy DelVecchio stood to the side, watching the heated girl flesh try to provoke the judges. That was when she wandered off, following Vickie Williams and Sol Arnstein, the aging Broadway producer.
Despite the usual iron control Dorothy had over her emotions, especially deep-seated personal emotions, she still found it quite annoying, the way the girls flaunted themselves at Sol Arnstein and, especially, Hank Blinker.
Deep in her heart, Dorothy DelVecchio knew she had absolutely nothing to worry about on that score, that what was hers was irrevocably hers, for as long as she maintained it that way. Still, it was easy for Dorothy to see that Hank Blinker as he was known as universally, loved of his brash starring role in the television hit show Crazy Daze, was definitely turned on by lovely little Sally Ann Kingston, a lush sixteen-year-old. Score one more for the trim little blue-eyed blonde. Perhaps there was some truth to the statement that "gentlemen preferred blondes" ... but that would mean that Hank Blinker was a gentleman. Sometimes gentle, Dorothy thought, but always a man. Then she giggled, realizing she should not feel too upset at Hank, finding his thrills wherever he could get them. There was the danger, of course, of having carnal knowledge with a minor child, but Dorothy decided to let Hank Blinker do his own thumb-snapping worrying.
She deliberately turned her back on "The Fount" and quietly followed Vickie as she dragged the corpulent Sol Arnstein down the hallway.
She should have stayed and watched Sally Ann Kingston lose out. Dorothy would have had real reason for jealousy, watching Maebelle Clark, Daddy Gotbucks' darling little daughter, Miss ultra-female, move in on an unsuspecting Hank Blinker like a detective hot on the heels of some domestic secret.
"OOHHhh, Mr. Blinker," Maebelle said, batting her eyes and sighing so her pert titties bounced inside her braless blouse, the pointy little nipples threatening to rip right through the thin fabric and attack Hank at any second. "I feel as if I know you ... really know you, if you know what I mean. Why, I never miss one of your shows. Crazy Daze is positively my very favorite of all favorites, and you're my special man."
"Miss, uh ... Clark, is it?" Hank said, watching her tiny little nameplate bounce up and down atop her frisky breast.
"Yeah, honey," Maebelle said, "only you can just call me Maebelle, you hear? Everyone does. I swear, I never dreamed I'd be right here, talking to you, face to face. " Hank looked down at her pert little nipples, clearly visible through her thin blouse. He couldn't even find her face, not with double temptation like them, kissing close to him. All he had to do was lean over slightly, and open his mouth, and one of Maebelle's nipples would fly right into it.
Apparently she followed the line of his sight, because Maebelle stopped her gushy, accented dialogue and began grinning, knowing she had scored with America's Number One Man. She took his hand and held it tightly, tugging at him gently, leading the way.
"Now you just follow me, sugar," she said, "you hear?" He heard her all the way to the elevator, shoving aside the mass of Kidcunts trying to surround him, and finding safety inside the quiet cubicle after the doors had closed them off from the milling throng.
Confidently, Maebelle pushed the button for the seventh floor. The suite Daddy had arranged for her was, if anything, good enough for a mere television star. Maebelle didn't believe in wasting time. To begin with, she was seldom free of Jessie and James, her hired hoods. Daddy used them to make sure his little girl stayed just that way, little as in young. Maebelle, of course, liked to think of herself in terms of Woman, with an upper-case W. To Maebelle, that meant fucking.
Once they had entered the suite, Maebelle double-locked the door and dragged a straight-backed chair over, propping it beneath the door knob. She left Hank alone, standing in the center of the living room and looking puzzled, while she made a quick run-through of the suite, making sure Jessie and James weren't hiding somewhere.
"Oh, Hank," Maebelle said, relieved to find that she was actually alone with her handsome hunky hero. "Oh, you don't mind if I call you Hank, do you. I feel so ... so familiar with you, seeing you every week on the television show."
"Oh, no," Hank said, glad Maebelle had stopped her frantic running through the suite. "Everyone calls me that." 'Tee hee," Maebelle tettered and giggled. "I even have a little doll, Hank, that looks like you. I spend lots of time undressing it and dressing it again, and giving him baths and ... oh, so many ever real nice things. You'd be surprised where my Hank doll's been."
Hank gulped and his mind instantly flashed on Maebelle, naked and lusty, with a naked Hank Blinker doll in her hands, slicking the doll up with her pussy juices and making it smell funky and ready. Then, holding her cuntal lips wide open, Hank could see her inserting the Hank head inside her vulva, pushing it on until all of the Hank Blinker doll body, like a big fat hard-on, had penetrated her sweet little girl pussy, with only the Hank feet sticking out of her cuntal mouth, the toes of the doll tangling up in her long dark brown pussy hairs.
The thought of the glamorous girl, millions of dollars or not, fucking his miniature image was too much for Hank. His loins blazed instantly and the juices of his sex began gathering inside his big balls, making them swell and grow quickly painfully heavy, needing to be emptied in the worst way. His cock, straightened itself inside his pants and slowly began reaching down his leg, becoming heavy and filling out nicely indeed.
Maebelle could see the reaction her presence was having on Hank Blinker, because she was watching his crotch as thoroughly as he was still watching her pretty little titties. As she saw his dick grow longer, her nipples extended. As she watched his cock get harder, her nipples became firmer.
"Oh, Hank," she said, rushing toward him and grabbing him into her arms. "Baby, baby, am I going to play dollie with you, my big, real-live man doll." Her mouth, open and voracious, found Hanks and claimed it completely, filling itself with his lips and sucking, drawing on his tongue. She tasted his mouth for all she was worth, swallowing his flavor right down her throat and sucking on his tongue again, letting her tongue, inside his mouth, examine his perfectly capped teeth and the roof of his mouth.
"Now you just stay real still, you hear?" Maebelle said, '"cause I'm gonna undress you, my Hank dollie." Then she giggled. "I may even give you a bath. Later...." Hank felt peculiar, helpless. He knew he could move away from the pretty little girl if he wanted to, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. No one had ever handled him like a much loved doll before, j and he was interested in having that experience, in seeing just how far the innocent young child would go, playing her game with him. It cost him very little, really fifteen years at the outside-to go along with her childish little game. He gulped and looked down at her, still watching her nipples bounce, as she methodically undressed him.
She took off his shoes and his socks first, then stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor as she grabbed his bare chest, discovering the few hairs growing between his pectorals and tweaking them, pulling his brown chest hair playfully.
"Oh, Hank," Maebelle said, palm-cupping his chest and grinding the warmth of her hands right into his nipples, teasing them until they were as upright, as rigid, as hers were. Her hands deserted his chest and slicked down to his waist, cupping his sides lovingly. At his belt, she tugged at the buckle, opening it and the hook at the top of his pants. She ran the zipper tab down and stepped back, releasing his pants and staring at him in open-eyed wonder as his pants fell to the floor and puddled around his feet.
Hank had to step out of them to keep from falling over. His knees felt weak already and his balls, tight and swollen full inside their ballsac, nagged at him in repeated little throbbing sensations.
"Oh!" Maebelle said, as if she was disappointed. Perhaps she thought he would be naked beneath his pants. Instead, all she saw was Hank's well-stuffed Jockey shorts. The outline of his erecting cock, poking against the tight white cotton of his shorts, tented the fabric way out from his body and clearly showed the sharp outline of his big fat coronal ridge, telling her visually the width of his huge cockhead. A fine spreading dampness was just at the end of his cock, at his cock lips, where his pre-cum was gathering to lubricate his cockhead for fucking, getting it slick and ready to penetrate Maebelle's little girl pussy.
Maebelle reached out and cupped Hank's cock and his balls through his cotton shorts, squeezing the meaty flesh of his sex, his sponge-like balls. He shook and shuddered as her flesh touched his cock because, even through the fabric of his underwear, her caress to his genitalia was like liquid heat, washing over it. Beneath her fingers, Maebelle could easily feel his cock flesh growing longer and harder, shaping up for the main event.
"Oh, Hank," she said, squeezing his balls together a final time then releasing them. They grew instantly cold without the warmth of her caressing palms. "Your ... your cock feels enormous. I just have to look at it, to see if it's anything like I dreamed it would be, all those nights when ... when I held my Hank dollie to my breasts."
The words brought Hank's eyes right back to Maebelle's heaving nipples and he watched them bounce around atop her breasts as she dipped down in front of him. Maebelle stuck her fingers into the sides of his underwear waistband and jerked them quickly downward. She had expected them to slide right down his hips, but she hadn't counted on the rigidity and awkward angle of his cock. The head of it snagged on the fly of his shorts and stopped their progress, halfway down his overly fat cock shaft, keeping the best part of it still hidden from Maebelle's view. She could see his big heavy balls, inside their crinkly-fleshed, brown-hair-covered ballsac, finally swinging free and bobbing around just below the root of Hank's fascinating cock shaft.
"Oh, my," she said, grabbing the thin cotton knit of his shorts again, only this time carefully peeling it back off his cock shaft like some white-colored foreskin, baring inch after inch of fat hard cock to her salivating gaze. Finally she had his entire cock free of the material and she dropped his shorts to the floor, pulling them from under his feet and tossing them clear across the living room.
"Oh my goodness," she said, her eyes popping wider open and the smile growing on her face. "I never dreamed ... not like ... this. Oh, it's so ... so beautiful. Your ... your cock. Your balls. Oh, Hank, it's really big, isn't it?"
Hank grinned, his eyes not once leaving the little girl's big tits, but he could feel his cock, finally free of the tight confines of his underwear, twisting to right itself and rising, rapidly, to full fighting stance, the big broad head of it already turning purplish from the hot blood filling it, stretching the skin of it tight like a drumhead. His cocklips gently parted and a huge drop of pearly white pre-cum oozed through and trickled gently over the surface of his cockhead, leaving a slick, shining snail-like trail behind it.
Maebelle dived down to her knees, placing her head right against Hank's crotch and smelling of his cock. The heady man aroma of his fuck flesh went right to her head, turning her on to a greater degree than she had ever known before. She could smell his balls, too, and, from lower down, the crack of his ass, the tiny puckered ring of his asshole.
"Oh, dollie," she said. "Oh, Hank baby. It's real, isn't it? Your cock is real. It's big, too. God, it is your dick, right here in front of my face, looking so huge and smelling so good I could just ... I could just...." Hank jumped involuntarily and his balls gave a lurch inside his ballsac as Maebelle, without warning, licked the underside of his cockshaft. One solitary tongue swipe, about four inches long, ending just at the V-shaped juncture of his coronal ridge, not moving on up onto his cockhead and laving the super-sensitive skin there.
"Your dick tastes good," Maebelle said, as if surprised. "God, I've just got to have some more of it. Hold still now, Hank, while I taste of your cock." His knees sagged and grew suddenly weaker as her mouth opened and closed quickly around his cockhead, trapping all of it, beyond the coronal ridge, tightly into the fire-like cauldron of her mouth. She began sucking hard on his cockhead, her cheeks pulling in tightly against the super-sensitive flesh of his cockhead until he could see the coronal ridge of it even through her sweet little cheek, so tightly was it cleaving to his man-sized fuck flesh. Maebelle's tongue, too, became active, swirling all around his cockhead and searching out all the secret contours of it and on behind his coronal ridge, fluttering like a life little thing inside her hot, voraciously cock-sucking mouth.
Hank thought he would surely collapse at any minute, his knees finally giving away beneath him and his whole body turning into a helpless puddle of fresh hot cum, spilling all over the hotel carpet.
Screaming wildly in her excitement, her palate tingling with the taste of "The Fount" right at the very source of his being itself, her belly filled with the flavor of his succulent cock, Maebelle pulled her face away from his crotch and stood up.
Wildly, furiously, she ripped at her clothes, trying to make herself completely naked in the shortest possible amount of time. She succeeded, in four seconds flat, and posed before him cupping the lush breasts he had been coveting for hours it seemed. "Here," she said, offering her breasts to him, nipple first. "Just touch them. Hold my little titties and say hello to my nipples."
"Hello," Hank said, tweaking the hard little eraser-like nubbins between his fingers, letting his palms slide around the lush ovoids of her breasts and feeling of the tautness of little girl youthfulness before the slightest hint of any sagging could take place.
"Oh, God," Maebelle said, "I just can't stand it any more. I'm so hot I think I'll just die if you don't ... don't ... fuck me. Oh, there, I've said it, Hank, my real-live dollie. Fuck me. FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME! HERE, NOW! Like this, standing up. There's no time to get to bed even. I need you now. FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMMEEEEEeee!!! STICK YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK INTO MY CUNT AND FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEeeee!"
She twirled around, pulling her breasts out of Hank's hands and bent over right in front of him from her waist. Her lovely young buttocks mounded up high and heavy before him, parting slightly so he could see the damp crack, sweat-filled, running between her lush butt cheeks. Maebelle parted her feet more, spreading them wide and bending down slightly, causing her ass to spread just that much wider, opening to Hank.
In disbelief, he looked down over her lush young buttocks to her upside down pussy, watching the lips of it flutter and spasm open, rolling wide apart on honey-filled moistness, her pussy dew already heavy at her fuck opening, waiting for him to slide his whole long hard cock right up inside her belly and stuff her completely with man-sized fuck meat.
As Hank watched, Maebelle bent even lower, spreading her legs wider for him and took her hands to pull her pussy lips wide open. Hank could actually see right up inside her fuck hole until the hot pink inner flesh of it gave way to secret darkness that only the head of his cock could see beyond, could feel around in, savoring the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth.
"Hurry^' .Maebelle said. "Put your cock in me. LET ME FEEL YOUR BIG COCKHEAD SPLITTING MY CUNT WIDE OPEN. SHOVE IT IN ME, HANK. GIVE ME YOUR COCK! GIVE ME YOUR CCCOOOOCCCKKK!!!
FFFUUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEeee!!!" Needing no further invitation, sobbing almost uncontrollably, gasping for breath and gritting his teeth in disbelief, Hank grabbed his cock shaft far back along it, near his hair covered belly, and hunched forward, moving right up between Maebelle's wide-spread legs. His feet were tight against hers and his cock just touching the fire-hot flesh of her labia, her hot-pink vulva. As his cocklips kissed her pussy lips, Maebelle sagged limply and her honey dew, already copious, seemed to increase its furious flow throughout her loins. The itch, deep inside her burning-up pussy, intensified and needed to feel the frictioning caress of his rippling coronal ridge in the very worst way.
Hank slowly and methodically, watching himself as he did it, savoring the sight of his cock massaging her cuntal lips almost as much as the feel of it, began rubbing his cockhead around just inside her pussy lips. He stretched them wider, playing with the puffy, swollen pussy lips and smearing her pussy-smelling honey all around his spit-slick cockhead, mingling Maebelle's juices from both her ends together. Then, without any warning at all, he dipped the head of his cock tight between her slick pussy lips and rammed it forward.
"Oh, Wow!!!" Maebelle screamed, feeling the huge width of Hank's oversized cockhead stuffing her cuntal mouth and easing surely right up into her compact little belly, filling her with more man meat than she had ever known before. "HOW ABOUT THAT? YOUR COCK IS HUGE. GOD, HOW IT'S FILLING MY CUNT. Oh, YES YES, FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEeee!!!"
Maebelle's orgasm had been continuous since she first smelled of Hank Blinker's cock. Tasting it had sent her cunt into rippling convulsions of ecstasy as it snapped closed around his cock that wasn't even penetrating her pussy then. But now, with the end of his dick, just half of the head of it sliding through her pussy mouth, getting slicked up, she really began spasming, her orgasm moving right on to Full Tilt Boogie. When his cock finally rammed into her fuck hole, all the way until the big head of it crushed tightly against her cervix, she really began cumming.
Feeling the clasping fire surrounding his cockhead, the hot rush of her orgasmic lust, made Hank realize that his own orgasm was much closer than he wanted it to be. In actuality, he wanted to fuck Maebelle Clark forever, or at least for the rest of Saturday and well into the night. But better reason told him that he had only minutes, seconds perhaps, in which to do the deed, because it was going to be all over for him just that soon. The painful pleasures were far too extreme for even Hank, mighty macho man to resist and he knew he had to surrender momentarily and give up his semen, filling her pussy with his ejaculating jism.
Hank grabbed Maebelle's hips in his hands and began fucking her with a vengeance, completely without regard for her feelings, for her pleasure. The only thing that existed in the whole world for him was the cunt that surrounded his cock with ecstasy. Holding her hips he pulled her right into his cock, using her ruthlessly like a fuck toy, one with handles, ramming his cock in and out of her slippery hole at break-neck speed. The slurping, frictioning sounds of cock-in-cunt filled the room with a furious ass-slapping cadence and their mingling fuck smells, particularly her heavily drooling honey-filled cunny, filled Hank's nostrils with aphrodisiacal qualities.
He could feel the jism boiling inside his balls and rushing up the long tube of his cock shaft to gather up inside his cockhead just briefly, readying for the final surge of absolute pleasure as his orgasm took over control of Hank Blinker's well-known form.
"Oh Hank," Maebelle said, waves of passion rolling over her as one continuous orgasm. "Your cock's the best in the world, baby doll. The very best."
"Hey, hey, hey," Hank said, ramming his cock full length into her hot little fuck hole and holding it there, straining against her buttocks as he tried to stick even his balls on into her cuntal mouth as well. Way up inside her, soaking in the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, she spasmed again around his cockhead, and that was all he could stand.
"I'm there, baby," he said, deliberately swinging his hips from side to side, making his cockhead, deep inside her, squirm around at abrupt different angles, the friction of it against his super-sensitive glans driving him right over the ultimate edge. "God, I'm going to cum. Here! Feel this! AND THIS! AND THIS ONE!! CHRIST, I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CAN YOU FEEL IT, BABY, GOING OFF INSIDE YOUR CUNT? THERE! AND THIS ONE! NUUUGGGGHHH!!! AGAIN, NNNNUUUUGGGHHH!!! CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMM!!! CHRIST, FEEL MY COCK BLOWING UP DEEP IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
When Hank finished cumming, he sagged weakly against Maebelle. Since all of her strength had already been expended in her half-hour long non-stop orgasm, she sagged right to the floor with him atop her. Fortunately, his cock remained tightly inside her pussy and, cuddled together like two spoons in a kitchen drawer, they sprawled across the living room carpet. In her pussy, Hank's cock slowly throbbed and jerked, relaxing, moving noticeably within her to its normal, huge size, loosing its length and rigidity and taking on the heady aroma of Maebelle Clark's cunt as her honey dew juices soaked right into the flesh of his cock, of his balls and, slipping out of her cuntal mouth, trickled heavily around his ballsac and matted into his pubic hairs.
Finally, after his cock had shrunk completely back to its normal big size, Hank pulled it free of Maebelle's cum-filled pussy. A small gush of their mingled fuck fluids poured out of her following the audible sound like a cork leaving a bottle, of his cock leaving her well fucked cunt hole.
"Say, baby," he said, sniffing exaggeratedly, smelling the potent pussy aroma coating most of his flesh, "what was that you said way back there, about giving me a bath?"
Cupping her hand over her pussy in order to catch much of the discharging cum flow, Maebelle grinned happily at Hank and stood up awkwardly. "Okay, stud," she said, "you're on. Come into the shower with me and I'll show you something real special ... "
CHAPTER SIX
Jessie and James were a couple of good old country boys. Daddy dressed them up like gangsters from Hollywood's 'forties and paid them extremely well to take care of his darling little Maebelle Clark. There were times when Maebelle seemed determined to ball both of them at the same time, though they had so far managed to divert her more amorous intentions. Still, they had pretty good evidence that their healthy young charge still managed, despite all their attention, to play around a bit on the side. They were almost positive that Miss Texas had already balled Hank Blinker and, on another occasion, James actually had to drag her by force out of Belta Appljug's suite, Maebelle's dear little dress torn as the child clutched it closed over her exposed breasts.
There was, apparently, nothing Maebelle wouldn't do to win the Kidcunt contest and become Miss Teenage Country Beauty Queen. So Jessie, the smarter of the two, finally figured out that they were going to have to apply more pressure on both Maebelle and the judges. If they went back home without Maebelle's beauty crown, or her chastity completely intact, Daddy would raise more hell than a swarm of bees defending their queen. Telling James to keep a sharp watch over Maebelle to make sure she didn't slip away from him, Jessie went to have a persuasive little chat with the judges.
While he was telling James that, Maebelle quietly let herself out of the suite and, barefoot, she ran down the corridor toward the elevator, wondering if Hank Blinker was alone in his suite and feeling lonely and fuckable.
It had taken almost all of Dorothy DelVecchio's cunning to catch Hank Blinker alone. As a journalist, she knew how important it was to be able to interview important celebrities whenever the opportunity arose, and she had to keep on her toes and ready for any lucky break that came her way. Actually, she felt like she had watched the hallway for hours, just around the bend from his room, watching the passersby and the maids slowly hustling by, waiting until she was positive there was no one inside the suite with Hank.
Seizing the opportunity when the corridor was the most empty, Dorothy rapped gently on Blinker's door in code: "Shave and a hair cut...." The door swung wide open, as if Blinker had been expecting the knock, waiting for it. In silence, he swept Dorothy up off of her feet, surprising her, and kissed her right on the lips, holding her tight and pushing the shoulder strap of her tape recorder down off her arm. He took her purse and dropped it gently to the floor, still kissing the helpless, awestruck girl.
Then, breaking his kiss, his hands working at her clothing in haste, baring her skin to his excited caresses, he said, "Not one word out of you. I'm fed up to here with giggling little girls who don't want to anything but fuck me, their hands, like grabby paws, feeling all over my body.
"SSSSHHHhhh, I say. This is me 'speaking to you," he said, snapping his fingers and posing stiltedly. "Hey, hey, hey ... dig it! I'm a big time movie star, not a plastic toy that some chick in heat wants to use for a fuckin' dildo."
He had Dorothy almost completely naked by that time, standing right in front of him feverishly excited. In all her life she had never been attacked this way, abruptly, sexually, good. It was an authentic Jongian Zipless Fuck and Dorothy abandoned her Fear Of Flying to the hunky actor's masculine attack.
"Those kids think I'm something to fuck," he said, continuing his run-on monologue. "But I'm here to tell you right now that ain't the truth. I'm the fucker. I'm the stud. See this thing here " Hank Blinker ripped open his pants and pulled his cock out, already huge and tumescent, stretching toward full erection, throbbing from all the blood coursing through his cock shaft, his cockhead. " now this's a cock, and I'm the fucker. You're the fuckee and I'm going to show you just how it feels to be fucked by hey, hey, hey, 'The Fount.'" Dorothy opened her mouth as he dragged her by the hand, pulling her toward the bed. Before she could say anything, he had clamped his hand over her face, effectively cutting off her words right at the source. She mumbled through his fingers and licked at them lovingly.
"Not a single word," Hank Blinker said. "This is my fantasy, not yours. I've been waiting hours for you ... for some real woman to come my way, close enough for me to grab off and strip, and force down onto my bed where, helpless, you watch me take off the rest of my clothes."
As he stripped, Dorothy watched his cock reach full erection and up-angle, rigidly pulsating close to his hair-covered belly. At the same time, her loins turned to liquid fire and the itch to be cock scratched, deep inside her palpitating cunny, nagged at her furiously. The honey dew of her pussy juices rolled just to the edges of her cuntal lips, making them swell up puffily and roll gently outward, leaving a collection of glistening dew visible along her pussy slit. She opened her legs slightly and lifted her knees, making sure Hank Blinker could see right inside her passion-pink pussy lips.
He was completely naked in just moments, it seemed, and bouncing onto the bed, shaking it and bouncing Dorothy hard against his side, his erect cock slapping noisily against her firm little belly and his balls, heavy and sponge-like, dragged over her sleek, sensitive thigh.
"Oh, God, Hank," Dorothy began, but he silenced her with a kiss.
"No, woman," he said, "I said for you to be quiet...." His mouth, covering hers, was voracious, his tongue burrowing deeply inside her mouth and laving hers vigorously. At the same time Dorothy spread her legs wide, riding on the peak of shocked excitement that was, in just four minutes flat, overwhelming her with sexual desire. Hank nestled right between her legs and tight against her thighs, his cock hard and heavy sliding across her little belly and leaving a faint trace of his semen streaking her skin from his cockhead. His cock lips, just at the end of it, were drooling pre-cum, visible evidence of his rutting desire to fuck her quickly.
Dorothy lifted her hips slightly, up-angling her buttocks and raising her cuntal mouth closer to his fat meaty shaft. As he pulled his hips backward, his whole cock length settled long ways through the lips of her juiced-up, hot-fleshed cunt and, dragging it along, it bounced over her clitoris, rubbing it hard, the heavy weight of his hard-on causing tingling little orgasms to roil around inside the soft buttery depths of her cuntal canal.
Then, just as his cockhead signaled CONTACT to Hank's brains, he nudged his hips sharply and quickly forward, sinking fully half of his wide, purplish cockhead right inside Dorothy's inner pussy lips, into the hotter, softer pinkness.
Dorothy gave an involuntary gasp at the suddenness and massiveness of his penile penetration. Her mouth clamped tightly around his tongue and she sucked it sharply, pulling it deep into her mouth to indicate to 'The Fount" where she wanted his nozzle to be.
He rammed his cock full length up into Dorothy's hot, juicy fuck hole. The big broad head of it pushed against her cervix, trying to shove it aside and penetrate even deeper. His cock meat stuffed her cunt and her belly completely, giving her an instant bloated feeling as if she had eaten too much good stuff all at once. She let the sides of her pussy cling to it hotly, feeling the whole long pulsating length of his cock at once, and especially the fat bloated head of it, distending her cuntal flesh mightily and nestling snugly in the soft buttery depths of her lava-coated cunt.
Her orgasm was instantaneous and it gripped his cock with a tight fury he had not expected, despite all the times he had fucked before. Her cunt rippled and snapped and bit at his cock and the whole head of it was instantly bathed in super-heated honey dew, the fire-hot juices of her cunt, of her orgasm ... Dorothy's potent cum. It had to be the abruptness of the fuck, the �_z unexpected encounter, the unreality of it all of having a very famous man, one most of the women in the world wanted to fuck, grab her and silence her and strip her and fuck her.
Just like that. Not even so much as a "may I" ... just strip, flop out the cock, and ram it in ... soak it in Dorothy's instant hot cum.
The excitement of his audacious actions suddenly filled Hank Blinker's imagination and he pulled his mouth away from Dorothy's, laughing almost hysterically. At the same time, he began pumping his prick in and out of her slippery, squishy-sounding cunt, churning up her heady pussy smells as he fucked her furiously. He knew it would only be a brief minute or two before his own orgasm, already well on the way, would erupt, flooding Dorothy's cunt with his copious semen and he wanted to feel all the sweet in-and-out frictioning he could before the ultimate, heart-stopping moment of his ejaculation.
He long-dicked her as Dorothy groaned, moaning out her orgasm, her hips, beneath his, writhing in exact practiced counterpoint to his fuck pace, ramming her clitoris hard into his pubic hair, against his pelvic bone, again and again. Inside her cunt, it snapped and sucked at his cock like never before, demanding he give up his hot fuck fluids to ease her ultimate itch ... insisting that he cum all inside her feverish, muscle twitching, fire-hot fuck hole.
"Oh, God," Hank said, reaching down and grabbing Dorothy's nipples, twisting them hard and pulling them to the sides, causing her to have another orgasm that shut down so completely on his cock shaft it was difficult for him to keep it moving, sliding noisily through the super tight, super hot fuck hole. "Now! Now, baby! I'm going to cum. I can't hold it back any longer. I'm going to cum ... NOW! AND NOW!!! FEEL MY CUM, BABY? MY COCK'S BEING TORN APART INSIDE YOUR SWEET LITTLE PUSSY. FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE! AND AGAIN! AGAIN! GOD, SO MUCH JISM ... I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD CUM SO MUCH. MY COCK'S NEVER BEEN SO BIG ... SO HOT. NUUGGGHHH!!! NNNUUUGGGHHH!!! CCUUMMIINNGG!!!"
There was an abrupt knock on Hank's door, "Shave and a hair cut...." Hank froze in place, his long hard cock fully inserted up inside Dorothy DelVecchio's cock, spitting jet after jet of strong, ropy jism into the soft buttery depths of her juiced-up pussy. At the knocking sound on the door, there was just a brief hesitation in the splurting of his cum, but he managed to ignore the sound long enough to finish his ejaculation, filling Dorothy's happy pussy to overflowing.
"Goddamnit," Hank said, abruptly jerking his cock out of Dorothy's pussy. It gave one final weak dribble of cum then, splotting over Dorothy's fine little belly and puddling inside her belly button. "Sorry about the interruption. I had a couple more things in mind we could try to do together." He was out of bed instantly, using the sheet to scrape away the cum and pussy juices streaked across his cock, his balls, and his thighs, though nothing except soap could have removed the pungently potent aroma of Dorothy's cunt from Hank's heavy, rubbed-red sex flesh.
Dorothy, fearing discovery in such a peculiar position, grabbed the opposite corner of the sheet and dabbed at her pussy, scooping up as much of Hank's cum and her honey dew as she could before jumping from the bed and grabbing for her clothes, trying to put them on at record speed.
The knock came again on Hank Blinker's hotel door, "Shave and a hair cut ... knock knock ... "
"Goddamnit," Hank muttered quietly to Dorothy, fumbling with his pants, trying to zip them closed. Then he called out toward the door, "Just a minute, please...." Dorothy was dressed and had thrown the bedspread back, covering the twisted up, rumpled, cum-stained sheets. She scooped up her purse, and her tape recorder and was standing beside Hank before he had the door completely open...." and I want to thank you, Mr. Blinker," Dorothy said, very professionally, "for the exceptionally ... illuminating interview. I'll be sure to quote you correctly. I do have the whole thing down on tape, you know ... "
"Of course, Miss ... er ... Miss...." Hank said, "I'm always glad to help the press, fill in all the big important details."
"You sure did that," she said, "fill it in----" Then, turning to the startled Maebelle Clark, who had been pounding on Hank's door, Dorothy said, "Why, Miss Texas, isn't it? How nice to see you again." Then, humming, Dorothy walked down the hall and calmly pushed the elevator call button, knowing without a doubt that Hank Blinker would not be able to fuck the hot-assed little girl with all the millions of dollars, no matter how she tried to turn him on. Dorothy had fucked him royally ... his balls would be dry for days.
As she stepped into the elevator, Dorothy could feel Hank's cum, running out of her cunt lips and trickling, warmly, down her silky smooth thighs. As she stepped out on another floor, Jessie and James, running down the corridor, nearly collided with her in their haste. She stopped and watched them fumble with keys to the Clark suite, finally opening the door and rushing on inside. Cautiously, Dorothy walked right up to the door, noticing they had left it slightly ajar as they rushed in through it.
Inside, Jessie was on the telephone, calling Houston. Daddy would know what to do in any emergency. "It's me, Jessie, Mr. Clark," Jessie said, when the connection was completed. "And me and James are having all kinds of trouble, Boss. Maebelle just won't A.it still, and these Kidcunts, Jesus, Boss, they're all so pretty, it'll be impossible to....
"Well, yeah, I know you expect Maebelle to win, Boss. Only there's at least this one girl here, Miss gorgeous cunt. She's younger than Maebelle and blonde. Got the prettiest blue eyes you ever saw. It's going to be damned hard, winning over a kid who looks like she does and ... "
"What's that, Boss? You say get her out of the way? You don't mean...?"
"Oh, that's different. Kidnap her. For A minute-there I thought you wanted us to rub....
"Yeah, sure, Boss. We'll handle it. And if Maebelle'd just cooperate a bit....
"Yeah, sure, I'll have her phone you so you can tell her straight out ... 'bye, Boss...." Jessie hung up the phone and turned to James.
"The Boss says for us to kidnap that Sally Ann kid and keep her out of sight until after the judging tonight," Jessie said. "Great, Jessie," James said. "About time we got some real action going around here anyway. I saw her with that Arnstein fellow just a little while ago, heading toward his room."
"All right," Jessie said, "maybe we should go right Dorothy didn't wait to hear any more, she rushed back to the elevator and just caught it in time, going up to Sol Arnstein's suite. "Oh, Sol, baby, it was so great that last time," Vickie Williams, naked and writhing in Sol Arnstein's arms, his bare belly, copious and rolling in fatty waves, was descending down atop the sweet young girl child from New Mexico. His cock was harder than it had been in a long time and her cunt, he knew because he had been fingering it good, treating his fingers to the firmness of her kiddy cunt, feeling of her heavy, fragrant pussy dew, for many long minutes.
Vickie's cunt, almost always ready to accommodate an erect penis, even during the heaviest days of her menstrual flow, was exceptionally ready for the big-time Broadway producer to fuck her. It could mean the starring role in a New York hit. It could even mean the Kidcunt Contest crown, Vickie's first step toward certain stardom, following the evening's telecast from the luxury hotel where they were staying.
."Kid," Arnstein said, taking Vickie's sweet little breasts in his hands and feeling of them, checking out the texture and sponginess, the firm, rigid heat of her taut nipples, "you're some fine little fuck toy, you know that? I never saw a body just like yours, or one so ready to fuck. "
"Oh, it's just you, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said. "I hope you don't think I'm this way with just any man. You do something special to me. Why, just the sight of your big beautiful cock and I just feel dizzy all over. Especially here, inside my cunt."
As Vickie said those words, she pulled her pussy lips apart and held her cunt wide open, the hot, feverish inner flesh, darkly pink, her elongated, swollen clitoris, her labia, her vulva, all starkly open to Arnstein's examination. With some difficulty, he managed to see around his fat belly and right down into her opened-up cuntal mouth. His huge cock jerked and throbbed and seemed to grow even harder as he looked into her inviting, irresistible fuck hole.
"Oh, God, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said, with no pretense at sham at all, "you've just got to fuck me. Oh, please! PLEASE, PUT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY ... JUST THE HEAD OF IT, AT LEAST. OH, LET ME FEEL YOUR HARD DICK SLIDING RIGHT INTO MY CUNT. GODDAMNIT, PUT IT IN ME!!! GIVE ME YOUR COCK ... YOUR CCCOOOCCCKKK!!!"
Grunting, shifting his heavy bulk, trying to line up his cock to penetrate her sweet young pussy, Arnstein grabbed it by the base with his hand and lifted it, easing it against the hot moistness of her cuntal flesh, feeling with the super sensitive nerve endings of his cockhead the actual fire of her vagina.
"Okay, baby," he said, finally lining his cock up and bracing himself for the downward, pleasure-filled penetrating slide, "get ready because here it comes." He gave one mighty grunt and a push, and the door flew open. "Jesus Christ, he's raping the little kid," Jessie said, grabbing Sally Ann Kingston abruptly up from the bed, literally ripping her from the depraved clutches of the foul rapist, saving her virginity at the eleventh hour. Wrapping the sweet little blonde child up in the bedspread, he thrust her into James' arms, who departed with her at a run.
"And you, you miserable old fucker," Jessie said, turning again to face the naked, cock-disappointed Broadway producer who was cringing in shock, trying to cover his opulent body with a sheet but not succeeding very well. "You oughta be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of innocent kids. Just because you're big, are you big-and a judge and all, don't mean you can get away with breaking the law. Fucking kid's a crime, man. You can go to jail for dipping your wick in forbidden honeypots, you dumb old man you, doncha know nothin'?
"Well, listen to me and listen up good, you hear? Tonight, when you're voting for the Kidcunt queen, you better keep in mind that Maebelle Clark, is the winner. Listen up good, man, because if Maebelle don't win, you and me, we got business together, and you ain't gonna like your part of it.
Gear, fellow?" Mumbling inaudibly, shaking his head up and down, acknowledging he had heard and understood Jessie's subtle meanings, Arnstein rolled over onto his bed, wrapping his round form completely, head and all, inside his sheet that still, vaguely, smelled of free flowing pussy juice.
CHAPTER SEVEN
James felt perfectly comfortable going through the corridors of the Bonaventure Hotel, riding in the elevator, carrying the bedspread wrapped, kicking and complaining form of Vickie Williams over his shoulder like a one hundred ten pound bag of cow feed headed toward the south pasture. The room he shared with Jessie was on the tenth floor, so they could be close to Maebelle's suite, and he took Sally Ann Kingston straight to it, ignoring the gawking people he met enroute, including Dorothy DelVecchio who just happened to be in the same elevator with him while he still carried Vickie over his shoulder.
"Sounds like you're having a real good party," Dorothy said, looking at the none-too-bright James, knowing he was one of Daddy's hoods assigned to guard Maebelle's beautiful body.
"Yeah," James said, "me and my chick're playin' a game." Dorothy stepped aside then, as the elevator door opened, and let James pass by with his baggage. She watched, holding the door of the elevator open, while James fumbled with his keys and opened the door, going inside with the still protesting body of Sally Ann Kingston, former Kidcunt contest contestant now helpless kidnap victim.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, Dorothy's mind rushed with images of the sweet child from the country and how terrified she must be, in the depraved clutches of Daddy's hoods, and how very important it was for her, easily the front runner, to be onstage before the evening's prime-time telecast of the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant began.
Oh, what to do? she mused, What to do? Jessie, knowing that James had Sally Ann Kingston safely under wraps no bedspread pun intended decided he still had time to make the rounds with the rest of the judges, threatening them, putting as much squeeze-play pressure on them as he dared, determined to follow Daddy's rules to the letter and bring Maebelle Clark home the grand champion Kidcunt of the whole country. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket on which he had made a note of the different judge's room numbers. Checking over the list, he waited for the elevator.
Belta Appljug had been nothing but frustrated since she arrived at the Bonaventure. It was, somehow, beneath her dignity to take part in the Kidcunt farce in the first place, but she needed the publicity. What she hadn't expected was the way her own emotion, surrounded by so many identically perfect sweet young things, would react. She was sure she didn't have a perverted bone in her Lesbian-free body, but there was something indefinable about those little girls ... something warm and cuddly that brought out the nonexistent Mother inside of Belta. Whenever she was alone, with any one of them, she had the most overwhelming compulsion to strip their sweet little bodies, and hers as well. What she wanted to do was cuddle them against her body, rock them against her breasts like infants. Oh, it would be all right if they wanted to feel of her fat old titties, to pull at her nipples. And, Oh, God, to ... to kiss them, nursing at Mother's breast.
Not sex, Belta insisted in her thoughts. Not that filthy stuff, just pure, natural motherly instincts taking over.
What could possibly be harmful about me touching their little breasts in return, their sweet, delicious-looking little nipples? Oh, God! Belta shuddered just from the thought of it all again, from the excitement and the nearness of sweet little sixteen-year-old Sally Ann Kingston. It had been with some difficulty that Belta, promising a gift subscription to MS Magazine to the dear child, was able to drag her from the depraved clutches of that lecherous Sol Arnstein. No doubt he had designs on the innocent young virgin's lovely child's body.
At any rate, Belta Appljug felt victorious and very Motherly at having rescued the child and brought her safely to Belta's suite where they could sit and talk like civilized people while they, slowly, removed their clothes.
Sally Ann, gloriously naked, was moving into Belta's huge embrace, about to be smothered in the bosom of the world. Already the large woman's heated flesh reached out to the child and she could feel the radiating lust from inches away from the awesome, smothering, infantile fantasy.
"Here, my child," Belta said, her arms wide, gathering in Sally Ann's frail little perfection, "come sit on Mother's lap and let me...." The door banged loudly and Belta stood up abruptly, dumping Sally Ann on the carpeted floor. Belta said, "it must be the house detective. Quick, child, hide in the closet. Oh, get your clothes too, dear."
Sally Ann, already on the floor, twisted around and grabbed up her things, all but her little bitty yellow polka-dot bikini panties that she left sticking out from under the couch. She hurried into the closet and closed the door just as Belta, pulling on a huge mu-mu type flowered bathrobe, went to open the door.
"Listen here, you dyke," Jessie said the instant Belta opened the door, hardly noticing how disheveled she was or the strongly pungent aroma of honey dew from more than one heated-up pussy. "I don't know what you're up to in here, and I don't care, you hear?"
"Why, why, how dare you...." Belta Appljug began, spluttering in indignation. "Shut your face, bitch," Jessie said, "and listen up close. I'm not going to tell you this but one time. Tonight, when you're judging the Kidcunts, only one girl's gonna win, you dig? The winner is Daddy's girl, Maebelle Clark. Right?"
"Why, why, how dare you...." Belta began again.
"No buts at all, you pervert," Jessie said. "If Maebelle don't win, your fat ass's gonna be out of commission, and that's the truth. I'll personally take care of it myself."
In silence, .Belta watched Jessie turn and disappear around the bend in the hallway corridor. Maebelle Clark had pushed Hank Blinker down onto the couch in the living room of his suite. Then, despite his protestations, she had Opened his pants and fished around inside his fly, finally pulling out his limp cock and emptied balls.
"See, kid," Hank said, "I told you it was useless. I just don't feel like being your fuck toy any more. Not now at least. You'll have to wait about ... oh, about half an hour."
"Oh, Hank, dollie, don't do this to me," Maebelle said. "I've been dreaming about your beautiful cock all morning, and here it is, all wilted and ... and funky smelling?"
"Come on, kid," Hank said, "have a heart. I'm an old man already. I'm thirty, and you're still just a kid. I don't have a hard-on all the time any more. I've grown up. It takes time, between fucks, for my dick to recharge. Hey, hey, hey, don't always flow with cum, you know?"
Maebelle, her mind filled with her own fantasies of TV star Hank Blinker, hardly even heard his protesting words, so intent was she upon the flesh of her desire, his limp cock and balls all spread out before her face. She scurried to her knees between his legs, settling down into the thick carpet. She looked at his limp cock, wondering where all the starch went and why it was so red and ... and used looking, and why it had that specially funny strong smell to it.
Maebelle leaned further over and smelled of the skin of Hank's limp cock, and of his hair covered ballsac, pulling Dorothy DelVecchio's powerful pussy smell right into her nostrils and still failing to identify it. Confused, she opened her mouth and pulled all of Hank's cock into it, her nose nestling against his flat belly inside his pubic hair and her chin just separating his two fat sponge-like balls. She had every bit of Hank Blinker's limp, DelVecchio-juice covered cock in her mouth, right down to the root of it.
Having so recently fucked, and fucked royally, reaming out Dorothy DelVecchio's passionately responsive cuntal mouth, Hank's cock was overly sensitive and raw, from frictioning in and out of Dorothy's rippling pussy walls. To have Maebelle mouthing his glans, her tongue twisting maddeningly around his never-ending-filled cockhead, was pure physical torture to the television star. His cock was going through its own Crazy Daze inside the fiery cauldron of Maebelle's cocksucking mouth.
It hurt him so much it felt good. No matter how hard he pulled away from her, pushing her head off of his cock, Maebelle sucked harder, pulling stronger on the sensitive flesh of his cockhead and his cock shaft, mouthing the shaft like mad. Then, much to Hank's surprise, as Maebelle sucked and swallowed all of Dorothy's pussy juices, cleaning his cock in loud slurping wet sucks, he found his cock responding to her mouth and her tongue. It began elongating, stretching out inside her mouth and her tongue. It began elongating, stretching out inside her mouth and edging, slowly, back out of it. As his dick grew tumescent, filling out fatter, it had to back out to make room for the expanding cockhead, still tight inside her suctioning mouth, her tongue twisting down inside his penis tip like a snake trying to get back into a closed-off den.
Hank's cock was almost fully erect again, sticking out long and hard, the whole knob of it buried inside her mouth where her lips had locked tightly around behind his coronal ridge, firmly trapping his glans inside her juicing, slurping, milking machine.
"Oh, God, kid," Hank said, "you're killing my cock, but you did manage to get it up again. Say, you can stop sucking on it now. Oh, it hurts. Don't you understand, it's too sensitive for you to keep sucking on it. STOP SUCKING MY DICK! GIVE ME BACK MY COCK. LET GO WITH YOUR TONGUE. OH, SHIT!!! OH ... IT HURTS GGGOOOOOODDD!!! GGGOOOOOODDDD!!!"
The loud banging on the door managed to cut through the sharp, excruciating pain surrounding Hank Blinker's cockhead deep inside Maebelle Clark's voraciously head-giving mouth.
"Hey in there, open up this here door," came a loud voice from in the hallway. Maebelle, recognizing Jessie's voice, jerked her head abruptly off of Hank's cock. It was fully erect and shining slick with all spittle, the big broad oversized knob of it shining brightly purple and growing quickly cold without the attention of her mouth surrounding it.
Maebelle exclaimed, "he'll kill both of us if he finds me in here with you." She jumped to her knees and ran around the room in circles, finally crawling under the big hotel bed and hiding herself there.
The loud banging knock came again on Hank's front door. "Open up, I said, you hear?" Jessie called loudly. Getting to his feet, with difficulty stuffing his erect cock and cum-swollen balls back inside his pants and closing them, Hank wobbled to the door, the tent sticking out in his pants only too clearly obvious as a rampant erection. A large damp spot, just at the tip of his coronal ridge-flaring cockhead began spreading and growing larger, staining the fabric of his pants with his drooling pre-cum from where it escaped his cockhead.
Trying to force his cock to remain inconspicuous, Hank opened the door to be confronted by Jessie. "Say listen, dude," Jessie said, "I know you're some big macho man from television, a real butch stud, but that ain't no never mind with me, you hear? I got one message for you, man, for tonight. When it comes time to judge the queen of the pageant, the winner is Maebelle Clark, you hear?"
"Hey, man," he said, trying to swing into his arrogant, finger snapping television character, "doncha know who you're ... "
"Just listen, to me," Jessie insisted, "cause I ain't repeatin' myself again. If Maebelle Clark don't win, you and me, see, together, right after the contest is over. You ain't never gonna hey, hey, hey again ... clear?"
Without waiting for an answer, Jessie turned around and walked away. With his task of threatening the judges completed, he could go back to James and help him take care of the little blonde girl they had kidnapped at Daddy's instructions.
With Sally Ann Kingston out of the way, it was Maebelle Clark to win the Kidcunt contest. When James had entered the room he shared with Jessie, he had simply dumped the tangled mess of Sally Ann Kingston, bedspread and all, onto one of the two big double beds, and then ignored her. Besides, James had to piss in the worst way. He had had too many cups of coffee that morning and the liquid was rushing through his system like a six-pack of beer magnified several times.
Ignoring the wriggling form on the bed, the naked arms and legs that poked out of corners of the unwrapping bedspread, James went into the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. He lifted the lid on the gleaming white hotel fixture and unzipped his fly, digging down inside and scooping out his balls, along with his heavy, painfully restricted cock shaft. Then, sighing with the relief he was about to feel, pulling at his cock, stretching it out long and holding it, angling the head of it down into the toilet bowl, James released a strong stream of urine. It was aromatic and seemed to rain down inside the toilet bowl and striking the surface of the water with a splashing sound.
And Vickie walked up behind him, cocking her head sideways to watch him urinate, seeing his image clearly reflected in the large mirror beside the toilet. It was fascinating, watching. Of all the many things in Vickie Williams' experience, this one was something new for the precocious young girl and just the sight of James' cock which, all by itself, could inflame her to lustful desires, was enough to turn her on.
Seeing him take a healthy, man-sized piss was enough to make little Vickie swoon. Her cunt snapped three times in rapid succession and her little clitoris, already excited from her close encounter of the Arnstein kind, began twanging like an old guitar, the juices swirling through her pussy like boiling lava.
She reached around James' hips and took his cock in her hand. The strong flow of his piss cut off instantly as he tried to fight her off, to free his cock from her sudden, completely unexpected grasp. But it was useless, and Vickie would not surrender the flesh of his prick. Besides, James wasn't anywhere near finished peeing and he just had to go some more. He strained, trying to ignore the fact that it was a sweet little girl's hand surrounding his big warm cock, feeling the heavy stream of his piss rush through the shaft of it and actually bending down over it, looking at the deep yellow stream as it forced its way, painfully, through his cocklips, spreading them wide and raining in a heavy arch down into the toilet bowl, sounding like the second coming of the Johnstown flood.
Feeling the masculinity of it all, of holding the stranger's cock while he urinated, got to Vickie completely and there was no way her desires could be denied, after that. The instant James finished pissing, forcing three final weaker splurts out of his cockhead even after that, Vickie knew she had him where it counted. Even while James had been pissing, with Vickie's hand so warmly, so sweetly caressing the flesh of his dick, it had been growing longer, proudly taking on posing strength to impress her with, and impress her it did.
He had an almost full hard-on by the time his final piss splurt vacated his cockhead, and Vickie's fingers were running up and down the length of it, testing the firm meatiness of it, the heat, the rope-like veins that corded around James' cock, filling it with hot fresh blood. She scooped her hand beneath his heavy, swollen ballsac, feeling of his testicles and pressing them together, gently kneading the cum-makers and starting James' groin flashing with feverish pulsations.
"Oh, baby, baby," Vickie said, pulling on James' cock like a handle and turning him away from the toilet, scooping his whole cockhead right into her mouth and laving it lovingly, cleaning it of the final driblets of his flavorful urine."
"Wow!" James smiled, the instant her mouth closed tight behind his cockhead, trapping it all inside. He fell forward, pushing her down onto the cold, uncovered porcelain toilet. As her buttocks made contact with the bowl, she opened her pussy lips and began peeing too, adding her own urine into the bowl with James' his cock firmly suctioned into her mouth and her tongue swirling madly all around the' knob of it.
When Vickie finished pissing, she calmly stood up, releasing James' cock from the heated depths of her mouth, and flushed the toilet. Then, still pulling James by his cock handle, she led him back to the bed where the tangled bedspread was twisted and rumpled. She pushed him down flat onto the bed and, despite his strength, his valiant efforts to fight her off, she opened his belt and his pants, pushing them and his boxer shorts down clear of his hips, revealing his whole hot, hairy midsection to her examination.
"Oh, oh, it's so ... so big," Vickie said, scooping up his now freed cock and his heavy swollen balls. "I've just got to ... to fuck you ... "
"Jesus Christ, kid," James said, "ain't you got no manners? Now goddamnit, you stop fucking around with my dick, you hear? Damn it, leave my balls alone. No. Don't you go climbing around on top of me, you little hotbox. Don't ... don't sit on my belly like that. No, don't lift your little pussy up over my big cock and ... and ... OOOHHH!!! OOOHHHhhh!!!"
Vickie ignored all of James' protestations in her haste to consummate the kidnapping. No mere annulment could ever separate them now, not after this, after the way she spread her tight little twat out and jammed it down over his upstanding cock shaft, literally forcing her flesh to accommodate the .penetration of his oversized fuck stick. It slowly made its way up inside of her pussy, stretching the tight little walls of it mightily, stuffing her full of heavy hot man meat, filling her cunt and her belly to overflowing with grown-man fuck flesh.
Then, pinching her erect nipples in her own hands, Vickie began tossing her head from side to side, making her long red hair flow around in torrents. Moaning, writhing, her hips flying from side to side and up and down, she fucked the living shit out of James. His cock was captured inside a whirling cauldron of living fuck fantasy and he never ever wanted to take it out, not even after it had emptied and shriveled up to nothing again, he still wanted to keep it firmly up inside that tight hot little suction hole. Vickie's much-used pussy rippled up and down his cock shaft like a python, squeezing out its daily meal of cum and honey. Her pussy snapped against the sides of his cock, against his feverishly throbbing cockhead, like a base drum in a July Fourth parade and her orgasm surrounded the head of it with fire-hot cum, soaking into the skin of his dick and turning him on, driving him right to his own ultimate orgasm.
Knowing she had finished with her cum, for the moment, James took his hands and grabbed Vickie's hips, holding her firmly and lifting her slightly, so there would be a little room for him to move his hips up and down. There wasn't much room, because his pants and his shorts held his legs firmly captive, as did Vickie's one hundred ten pounds, but there was just enough. James started a rapid-fire hip hunching of his own, fucking upward, ramming his big fat cum-slick cock in and out of Vickie's juice-filled fuck hole. It sounded loud and squishy, the plunging, pistoning movements of his cock flesh sliding around, frictioning, inside of her cunt flesh. It whipped up her strongly sexy woman smell, the unmistakable scent of her pussy, and blended it with the fragrance of his cock flesh.
Then it was almost there, James' orgasm, and the sudden knowledge of that sent Vickie off into another cum of her own, her pussy squeezing the head of James' cock tighter than a vise. "NUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh!!! NNNUUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh!!!"
"Yes, kid," James said, his cock suddenly burning and his strong hot semen rushing up the length of his cock, splurting free of his cockhead and jetting right up inside her pussy, soaking the soft buttery depths in his hoodlum semen, the cum-spitting head of his cock tight against her cervix, bathing it in his sticky jism. "I'm gonna cum in your little pussy. GODDAMN, I'm actually FUCKING. MY COCK'S RIPPING, SPITTING CUM, FILLING YOUR PUSSY WITH MY FUCK JUICE. FEEL MY COCK JERK!!! THERE!!! AGAIN! MORE CUM! MORE CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!!!"
Jessie walked into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down at James, his partner, who writhed through the uncontrollable throes of his orgasm while the pretty little red-headed vixen bounced around on his cock, thumping down hard on it and sinking the whole fat mother up inside her twat.
As James finished cumming and his eyes cleared, finally recognizing his buddy beside the bed, "What're you doin' fucking this kid? And where's the blonde we grabbed off?"
"Huh?" James said, shaking his head, trying to clear up some of the lust-hazed confusion. "What say, Jess?"
"I said, you asshole, where's the blonde?" Jessie repeated. "I don't know, Jess," James said, trying to free his cock from Vickie, who was just ending her final orgasm, her little cunt holding tight around his cock and squeezing it again, trying to get more cum out of it for her growing collection. "This is the kid we brought here in the bedspread."
"Goddamnit," Jessie said, "we must've grabbed the wrong broad." Vickie, knowing James was all used up for the moment, let her lustful gaze caress Jessie's crotch, liking the fullness she saw, the heavy hanging meat that stuffed his pants. She reached out and grabbed Jessie's cock, through his pants, and smiled up at him.
"Hello, big boy," she said, "are you next? This one's all used up already...." Jessie felt his cock start to respond to the lovely redhead from New Mexico. It stretched and grew and filled out, snaking long and heavy down inside his pants. His balls, too, began filling with hot sticky cum, stretching the heavy ovoids and making them grow more sponge-like inside the crinkly flesh of his hair-covered ballsac.
"Oh, I should hope so," Vickie said, smiling, her fingertip tracing the now rigid curve of Jessie's coronal ridge.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dorothy DelVecchio was certain that Jessie and James, Daddy's two hired hoods, had Sally Ann Kingston held captive inside their room in the downtown Hotel. It was up to her to rescue the poor little child from Oklahoma in time to get her back onstage for the televised judging. She didn't want to involve Duke Meadows in the kidnapping, however remotely, besides the busy master of ceremonies more than his hands filled, taking care of routine details that were overlapping into his late lunch, trying to rob him of the only free time he had set aside for himself for the whole day of Sunday.
As Dorothy looked in on him, seeing how harried and rushed Duke appeared to be, she just didn't have the heart to tell him about the crime that had been committed right there in the hotel.
But where to turn ... who can help? The questions, in Dorothy's mind, came fast and furiously.
Of course, Hank Blinker can help, she decided. Only where would I find him this time of the afternoon?
Saying good-bye to Duke Meadows, Dorothy went down into the main ballroom, where the television crews were already checking their cameras and lights, looking for Hank Blinker. Since Daddy's hood had interrupted the sweet cocksucking session Hank Blinker was experiencing with his pussy-juice-coated cock deep inside Maebelle Clark's talented little mouth, his balls had been aching. When Jessie had left Hank's room, after threatening him with dire harm if Hank didn't vote Maebelle Clark the Kidcunt queen, not even Hank's best routine could persuade Maebeele to pick up where she had left off and go down on him again, or fuck him, anything to relieve the pleasant ache she had started for him inside his balls, making them heavy and cum-swollen, filling out the sponge-like tissues of their ovoid forms with fresh hot semen.
Maebelle wanted to rush right back to her suite and be Miss Virgin all over again, posing sweetly for Daddy's spirit and keeping Hank Blinker's big hard cock completely out of her mind, just in case Daddy had finally figured out a way to read her thoughts, as he had done with her phone calls and most of her mail.
And Hank, with a partial hard-on, was left to suffer the tortures of the unfucked damned. That swollen, heavy feeling in his balls and the quite unpleasant ache every time he accidentally brushed against either of them, heavy and cramped up inside their tight little ballsac.
Little wonder, then, that Sally Ann Kingston could cause Hank's already tumescent cock to do a spinning hand-stand, just by walking up to him and purring like a kitten about to get into the cream saucer.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Blinker," she said, her sweet little blue eyes sparkling, radiating virginal purity and total innocence. She flicked her head to one side, casually, causing the cascades of her long near platinum hair to fluff out and ripple gently, falling back off her face finally. "I don't know if I've told you what a fan I am of yours.
"Why, thank you, Miss ... Hank said, pretending to read her name tag, when he already knew who she was. He had memorized the lovely face and form of Sally Ann Kingston that first meeting, the day before, and his cock, throbbing, had etched her face in his lustful memory.-"It's a real thrill for me to meet you, too. Your state as long been one of myfavorite states. I even remember the play, some of the songs ... poor Judd is dead and all that ... "
"What?" Sally Ann asked, not being one for antique musical comedy.
"Oh, never mind," Hank said. "I was just admiring your state."
"Oh, that's nice," she said, "and I was admiring yours, I think."
"Hmmm?" Hank was puzzled, then he noticed her sweet gaze seemed to be attracted to something at his crotch ... his cock, still tumescent and upset because of Maebelle's cocksucking, was sharply outlined, long and fat, inside his pants. His cum-filled, heavily swollen balls also helped stretch the fabric out, tenting it, giving the impression that Hank had enormous genitalia.
Hank shuffled his feet self-consciously, hoping to shift the weight of his cock and balls and make them less prominent, more difficult to feel with her eyeballs.
Sally Ann's sweet blue eyes followed every subtle shift of position of Hank's cock, of his balls. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to intensify and a faint smile appear on her lips. "I've always been interested in ... in ... uh television," Sally Ann said. "Yes, in television. And I hoped you could find the time to give me some pointers about appearing before the cameras, before I have to go on tonight. Perhaps we could go up to your room, if you're free now, and you could show me a thing or two ... "
"Of course, I'm always willing to help a struggling newcomer," Hank said, taking the sixteen-year-old girl child's armand turning her toward the elevator. "There does seem to be a lull in my schedule this afternoon."
"How nice," Sally Ann said. "And I bet you know just how to fill the gap, and what to use to do it with." There were several people in the elevator, so they cut their double entendres short but Sally Ann was forced to stand quite close to Hank because of a fat woman right in front of her. Sally Ann giggled because of the helpless situation they found themselves in and deliberately reached out �_' behind her buttocks, stroking Hank's crotch. When he felt her tiny little fingers close on his cock shaft, jiggling it and tweaking the meaty flesh of his cockhead, he gulped loudly and almost gasped aloud, so abrupt and unexpected had been her caressing feels of his fuck flesh.
As Sally Ann felt his cock elongating, reaching down further inside his pants and swelling fatter, she leaned into it with real meaning, running her little hands up and down the length of it and kneading his balls against his hair-covered thighs. By the time the elevator stopped at Hank's floor, his hard-on was bigger than ever before, tenting his pants way out before him.
He had to force Sally Ann to walk ahead of him, hiding his delicate condition from the other couple in the same hallway. As he fumbled for his door key, Sally Ann brazenly stroked his cock again, squeezing heavily into his coronal ridge and making the tight stretched skin of his cockhead fill out a bit more, growing a deeper purple.
Hank opened his door and quickly ushered Sally Ann inside, paying special attention to double lock and bolt the door. There was no way he wanted Jessie or James to come breaking into his room again, interrupting what he hoped would take place between him and the underaged virgin who clung, possessively, to his side, touching his arm and his wrist as if she was holding the most precious thing in the whole world.
Alone in the room, Hank was suddenly faced with deciding how to start whatever it was that was going to happen. "Uh ... uh," he said, "maybe we should sit down."
"All right," Sally Ann said, sitting down on the big couch and stretching, childishly. "But, gee, it's so warm in here. Is your air conditioning turned on? Maybe I shouldn't have worn these heavy Oklahoma clothes Sally Ann lifted her arms so the thin little cotton shift she was wearing could flow freely around her waist, her pert little braless breasts. Hank could see right inside through the arm holes and see her pointy little nipples, a dark rose color, riding atop shell-pink areolas.
He gulped loudly. "Uh, yeah," he said, it is a bit warm in here. Funny, I hadn't noticed."
"Maybe you could just help me unhook this," she said, turning her back to him and flopping her hair forward, offering him the hook at the top of her dress. "I know I'd be ever so much more comfortable then."
"Why, of course," Hank said, his awkward fingers having difficulty opening the hook. When he did, he parted the back of her dress and looked down at her dear sweet back, all naked and glowing sweetly, smelling like strawberry shampoo and so clean he just wanted to lick her all over.
"Oh, thank you," Sally Ann said, cooing provocatively like the near-virgin she was and letting her dress fall down to her waist, baring her upper torso. "There now," she said, turning fully toward Hank, the nubbins of her pointy little breasts sucking at his flesh like twin magnets, "see how much better this is ... "
"Yeah," Hank said, forgetting his finger snapping and his hey, hey, heying for once, completely enthralled by the radiant beauty of the fine young child before him. "And if I help you with your shirt, you'll be just as comfortable as I am, I bet," Sally Ann said, opening Hank's shirt while he sat beside her unmoving, his eyes riveted to her tiny little nipples that seemed to be throbbing visibly.
"Oh, what nice muscles you have," Sally Ann said, admiring Hank's pectorals and the sparse growth of his brown chest hair. "I bet you're built real good all over."
"Yeah, I guess so," Hank said, "and I bet you are too, Sally Ann."
"I know what," she said, suddenly gleeful. "Let's play a little game. I'll show you my body and you can show me yours."
"Well, I don't know," Hank said, for some unknown reason reluctant to play children's games with the child, but just then Sally Ann stood up, right in front of him. Her light dress, already open from the top and gathered around her waist, fluttered with a sibilant hiss to the floor and Sally Ann was, except for her tiny sandals, completely naked. She sidestepped clear of her shoes and smiled at Hank, the vibrantly blonde bush of her pussy hairs parted just enough for him to see the hot pink slit of her cuntal mouth. The pungent soapy fragrance of her skin stuck in his nostrils like glue.
"See, not a stitch," she said, posing for Hank, turning slowly around so he could see her shoulders, her waist from the back, the out swelling curves of her lush buttocks and the trim lines of her silky smooth thighs and legs.
"So now, you've got to show me your body, because you've seen mine already," Sally Ann said, sitting back down on the couch and waiting for Hank to begin taking off his pants.
"Well, I guess I will, if I have to," Hank said, slowly taking off his shoes and socks.
"Oh, you have to," Sally Ann said, "you have to show me all of it ... every inch of your big hunky body." Hank stood up then, in front of the child, and opened his belt, swaying from side to side and humming all he could remember from "The Stripper," trying to be as provocative as possible as he lowered his pants, slowly revealing his stuffed-full cotton shorts. When he kicked his pants to the side, Sally Ann purred louder and her mouth formed in a tiny expectant "O".
Hank turned his back to Sally Ann and dipped his shorts down low on his buttocks, working the tight clingy fabric off of his cock and his balls-hidden from the girl by his back and down his hairy thighs. When they were far enough down to fall by themselves, Hank kicked his feet free of the Jockey's and stood up, completely naked, but with his back still to the pale blonde girl child.
Hank bent far over and spread his legs, parting his buttocks right before her astonished face. The crack of his ass was damp with traces of his sweat, filling the crevice between his ass cheeks. He dipped down lower and took his hard cock in his hands, and his balls, and pushed them between his legs, pointing backward toward Sally Ann's sweet face, showing themselves to her coyly, from that really peculiar vantage point.
Sally Ann began giggling, watching the playful antics of her hero "The Fount" and-growing anxious to get on with it, to really see his flesh from the front, like it should be viewed. "Okay," she said, "you've got a beautiful ass, so now show me the rest of it, all right?"
"Well, if I have to," Hank said, slowly turning around toward Sally Ann, but he kept both of his hands, wide spread, before his genitalia, trying to hide his cock and his balls from the sweet young child. It was an impossible task, of course, because his erected cock was much too large for his hands to hide. The purplish head of it, filled with hot lusty blood, stuck out beyond Hank's hands as did his hairy ballsac, filled with his painfully nagging, cum-filled balls.
Then, grinning broadly, Hank swung right into his loose-hipped, crotch forward stance so famous as "The Fount." He finger snapped at Sally Ann and said, "Hey, hey, hey!" His cock and his balls, beautiful all, were clearly open to Sally Ann's inspection, to her admiration and minute examination.
"Oh, my goodness," she said, her eyes cruising up and down the length of Hank's hard cock and circling around the heavy sponge-like ovoids of his swollen balls. "Your ... your cock is so huge, Hank. I think I want to ... to ... taste it. To taste it and____" Sally Ann moved quickly forward, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She slicked it along the underside of Hanks's cockhead right up to his cock lips, cleaning away the glistening, pearl-like drop of his pre-cum juice. She swirled his cock flavor around on her tongue, savoring it, tasting his fuck flesh directly and letting his deliciousness roll around her palate and trickle down her throat.
"Oh, your pecker tastes good," she said. "I think I'm going to suck on it a while." She reached out and grabbed Hank's cock shaft and cupped his balls at the same time, kneading into them.
Hank resisted and put his hand in front of her mouth, keeping her off of his cockhead. "No," he said, sharply. "I've had my cock sucked, thank you. I think I'd much rather eat your pretty Little blonde cunt. I'd like to hold your pussy lips apart and lick your clit and your labia and poke my tongue right into your vulva."
"OOOHHHhhh," Sally Ann said, shuddering in delight, "you sound just like Belta Appljug. I think she was going to ... to kiss my ... my pussy, like you said, only some awful man came banging on the door so I had to leave in a hurry. No one ever ... kissed it for me. Not even once."
"Do you mean your sweet little pussy's never been eaten out?" Hank asked, incredulous, failing to realize that, at sixteen years of age, "Sally Ann Kingston still had a lot of fucking to do before she could expect to move into the big leagues.
"Oh no, not even once," she repeated, falling back on the couch and closing her eyes, letting her legs fall slackly aside, limp, open, waiting, inviting. The drooling honey dew of her pussy fluids seeped slowly through her puffy little pussy lips, making them unfold slightly and wait, wanting to be eaten alive.
"Jesus, a real virgin," Hank said, moving onto the floor between Sally Ann's sweet little feet, looking right into her fine little twat and admiring the untouched folds of it, knowing that his would be the first ever tongue to penetrate that passionate portal. As she spread her legs wider, Hank touched her thighs from both sides, moving his hands in close to her pussy and feeling the delicate blonde hairs of it tickle against his fingers.
Her touch was feverish and she seemed to shudder with joy when he touched her thigh. Her cunt actually jumped beneath his hand as his fingers made contact with her precious pink pussy lips. He tugged at them, gently forcing her cuntal mouth to open, pulling the lips wide so he could see right inside of her. There was the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, a darker pink than the rest of her fuck flesh, sticking up from its protective folds, already engorged with blood like a tiny little cock and ready to be pleasured, giving the child countless orgasms.
Hank could see the delicate inner lips of her pussy, the labia, in shades of hotter pink, opening up into the vulva where all paradise awaited any man's cockhead fortunately enough to penetrate that portal with it. Her honey dew was flowing, leaving little traces of white moisture lining the unfolding petals of her cuntal flower. He breathed deeply, pulling huge gobs of her heady pussy smell right into his nostrils and savoring it almost to the point of tasting it, it was just that strong with the young girl's sexual excitement of having her first man looking right into her cunt, preparing himself to eat it out royally. He stuck out his tongue and let it slice through the length of her pussy lips once, lapping up her flavor and swallowing it right down, savoring her fine young virginal taste.
Hank played with her clitoris then, tonguing it wildly from side to side and then up and down, laving it until he was sure the sweet child was having one cum after another, judging from the way she squirmed around. Her buttocks were wiggling frantically and nudging forward, toward the edge of the couch, trying to get closer to Hank's cunt-licking mouth. The inner lips of her pussy spasmed closed and open, closed and open, against Hank's tongue as he stuck it down inside of her fuck hole, checking to make sure she was actually orgasming and not faking it.
When he was sure the sweet virginal child had finished that part of her orgasm, he ground his mouth hotly into her cunt and smoothed his face around in it, starting her off on yet another healthy cum. At the same time, Hank reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, checking it for rigidity and slickness, finding that Sally Ann's brief oral attentions had left it slick and smooth. He smeared his pre-cum around his cockhead, further slicking it up and getting it ready for the big thrill he had in store for the innocent young girl.
Still sucking her cunt furiously, Hank slowly-edged to his feet, taking an awkward stance between the girl's legs and holding his cock firmly upright in his hands. Then, before Sally Ann even knew what had hit her, Hank moved quickly upward. He slicked his tongue through her pussy again, laving over her clitoris, as he hunched forward, pointing his cock right between her honey-dew filled pussy lips. The whole head of it slipped right between her inner lips, digging into the hot pulsating flesh of her labia and stretching her pussy lips wide, straining, hunching forward, trying to force the remaining bulk of his wide flaring coronal ridge inside the sweet child's nearly virginal pussy.
Hank watched, fascinated. His cock had never looked larger to him, and no cunt had ever looked smaller. He couldn't believe the way her delicate little cunt flesh seemed to stretch to make way for all his huge oversexed cockhead. But it did, slowly unfolding and opening up around Hank's cock, sucking it inside. He watched his whole cockhead disappear inside her cunt as her labia, audibly, snapped shut behind it, trapping his dick inside her pussy. He let it rest then, remaining still, listening to Sally Ann purr and hum, lost in her own sexual fantasy, while his cock soaked in her juices and her cunt, slowly, adjusted to the bulk of the intruder that was penetrating her innocent, almost virginal fuck flesh.
"Oh, now," she said, finally. "I want to feel more of it, Hank. NOW. PUT MORE OF YOUR COCK INTO MY PUSSY. LET ME FEEL THE REST OF IT INSIDE ME. HURRY ... GIVE IT TO ME, HANK. PUSH YOUR DICK INTO ME SOME MORE ... PLEASE...." Grunting, finding it amazingly difficult to do, considering, Hank pushed his hips forward, keeping his eyes tightly against the shaft of his cock where it was penetrating her tiny little flesh. It was incredible, but he could feel it slowly edging up into her cuntal canal, the head of his cock, pushing aside her sweet little virginal walls and making way for itself. His cock stuffed her cunt and made her belly feel filled to overflowing, and still there was much of it outside, yet to enter her feverish fuck hole.
He pushed more, and another half an inch of hot hard mancock eased up inside the tiny little girl's pussy. Again, another half of an inch. Already the head of his cock was snugly against her little cervix, grinding against the delicate membranes, pushing it aside gently and angling on, further inside, savoring the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth.
He got in another inch of his overly wide cock shaft and paused, breathing deeply, feeling Sally Ann's cunt slowly relaxing around his cock and actually welcoming it as it soaked in her pussy dew, taking on her characteristic aroma that also wafted up into his nostrils, further inflaming his desires. With a mighty groan and a loud farting grunt, Hank heaved forward again, deliberately ramming the rest of his cock tightly up inside Sally Ann's incredibly stretched cunny. His balls slapped loudly and sharply against the sweet little girl's upturned asshole, the hairs of his ballsac tickling her anal sphincter and signaling the start of another orgasm. Her clit was crushed painfully against his pelvic bone and his pubic hair was digging into it, pleasuring her, causing her cunt to snap tight with her orgasm that ringed his fat juice-soaking cock with bands of fire, telling him right away that this fuck box, the tightest one and the hottest one he had, ever managed to squeeze his thumping cock into was much too hot to fool around with.
For Hank, it was fuck then or not at all. Or at least, not until after his orgasm, because there was no way he could delay that ultimate thrill, so tight, so demanding was Sally Ann's little blonde girl cunt.
Sobbing out his joy, listening to the child in his arms hum and vibrate through one orgasm after another, Hank began long-dicking Sally Ann. He pulled his fat hard cock almost all the way out, his wide-flaring coronal ridge again and again stretching the sweet mouth of her pussy and tearing at the lips of it, then he would ram it all the way back in again. He would pull his cock all the way out of her fluttering cunt then shove it all the way back in again. The strongly virile noises he was making, like a ran-away suction pump inside a well, plunging in and out, up and down, filled the whole room with wet, slurping, cock-in-cunt sounds. He whipped up her strong scent until it hung over them like a cloud of pussy smell, their mingling fuck scents, setting him off like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July.
With his cock rammed full length inside Sally Ann's impossibly tight fuck hole, he paused, holding still, straining, feeling his cockhead expand enormously, stretching her poor little flesh incredibly tight while his cum gathered up just behind his piss hole, the strong virile flow of his semen rushing up the full length of his cock shaft from his over-filled, heavy balls.
"Now, baby," he said, "NOW! I'M GOING TO CUM NOW! I CANT HOLD BACK ANY LONGER. HERE! FEEL IT! GODDAMN, I'M GOING TO CUM A GALLON RIGHT INTO YOUR TIGHT LITTLE SNATCH. FEEL MY COCKHEAD EXPAND, BABY. IT'S JUST FOR YOU. MY CUM'S JUST FOR YOU. FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE! CHRIST, MY COCK'S BLOWING UP IN YOUR PUSSY, FILLING YOU WITH MY CUM. MY CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" Sally Ann could not do anything but moan, feeling Hank's huge cock erupting inside her cunt, shooting his strongly virile semen hard against her cervix like bullets of liquid lava. It set her off into another orgasm all her own and her cunt snapped tight around his cock, milking it, squeezing out the final droplets of his hot sticky cum while he shuddered, clinging tightly to her, close, finally falling down atop her on the big overstuffed couch, his legs loosely out across the carpet and his cock fully buried in Sally Ann Kingston's cum-filled cunt.
After they soaked there for a while, resting, getting their strength back, Sally Ann began to feel cramped, twisted around on the couch with Hank's weight on her, keeping his shrinking cock fully stuck into her cum-drooling cunt She pushed at him and he moved back, allowing the child to stand up and stretch, before rushing to the bathroom to drain out some of his copious cum that was mingling with her pussy honeydew. Hank used his discarded shorts to clean the cum off of his cock and his balls, waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. He dabbed at a large spot of cum that was collecting on the couch cushion but couldn't make any headway with it, so he turned the cushion over, hiding the stain. He had his pants on when she came out of the bathroom and picked up her dress, lowering it over her head.
"That was just wonderful, Hank," Sally Ann said. "And I don't care if you vote for me or not. I didn't ball you in exchange for your vote, you know. I balled you because I wanted to."
"I know, Sally Ann," Hank said, kissing her tenderly and stuffing his shirt back inside his pants. "And I really wanted to ball you, too."
"You really taste like my pussy, lover," Sally Ann said, savoring her flavor on his mouth and his tongue. She pulled his shirt back out of his pants and started unbuttoning it again. "You really should take a shower, and I've got to get back to my room. It's almost time for me to start dressing for the telecast."
"Sure, baby, whatever you say," Hank said, opening his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He was wearing nothing beneath them this time and his cock, still tumescent and rubbed very red from fucking her tight little twat, swung free between his legs.
Quickly, impulsively, Sally Ann fell to her knees and sucked his cockhead into her mouth, nursing at the overly sensitive flesh there and making him squirm from the pain she was causing him. She stood up quickly and kissed him again on the mouth, this time transmitting to him the taste of his cock, the heady flavor of his cum that she had stuck inside his mouth as a parting gesture.
""bye, baby," she said, "I'll see you on television." And Sally Ann opened the door and slipped quickly out into the hallway. Frowning, amazed that some fucks can be so genuinely great when others just seem to fizzle out, Hank hurried into the bathroom and stood under the shower. Suddenly, he, too realized he was running out of time and had to start thinking about getting ready for the evening's television show when the Kidcunt of the year would be selected before a nationwide audience.
CHAPTER NINE
When Dorothy DelVecchio left the elevator at Hank's floor, she was surprised to see Sally Ann Kingston waiting to take it. They spoke politely in passing and Dorothy hurried on to Hank's door, finding it slightly open. Cautiously she pushed against the door and peered around it into Hank Blinker's room. She could not see anything but she heard the shower running in the bathroom.
Dorothy tiptoed on into Hank's room, glancing at the bed and remembering the wild silent fuck session she had had with "The Fount" and wondering if the bed was still as messy, as cum-streaked, as they had left it. The door of the bathroom was standing open and Dorothy could see Blinker, standing in the shower, through the hazy frosted glass door. He was naked, of course, and his outline vague and indistinct, yet Dorothy imagined she could see his broad shoulders and his rippling biceps. His trim little waist and wild bush of brown pubic hairs. And his incredible cock, that potent plunger, and his two big heavy hanging balls, now covered with billows of foamy soap.
Sudden inspiration struck Dorothy, even though she knew she was pressed for time, and had to figure out who it was Daddy's goons had kidnapped and dragged upstairs to their room, all wrapped up inside a hotel bedspread.
Dorothy had been shocked, to say the least, and surprised, to find Sally Ann Kingston calmly walking down the hotel corridor, apparently enroute to prepare for the television broadcast. It was obviously not Sally Ann who had been spirited away under wraps. Still, Dorothy, of her certain knowledge, knew that one of the perfect young Kidcunt contestants was, at that very moment, helplessly restrained inside Jessie and James' room.
Still, Dorothy's sudden inspiration to take more time when none existed was so heavy in her mind that she could not deny it. Quickly, wanting to finish before Hank Blinker had time to complete his bath, Dorothy stripped completely naked and went into the bathroom just as Hank turned off the water and reached out through the door, fumbling for his towel.
Dorothy had his towel spread wide in her arms and she quickly stepped in, wrapping Hank's middle with it and playfully scooping up his cock and his balls, pretending to be drying them but in reality only caressing them, stroking them, feeling his genitalia up good.
"Oh!" Hank said in sudden surprise, blinking to clear a faint soap film from his eyes. "Oh, it's you, Dorothy. You scared the shit out of me. Say, what're you doing in here anyway? I thought I was alone ... "
"Just the way I wanted to find you, Hank," Dorothy said, falling to her knees on the bathroom floor and wrapping his ass in the towel, pulling him tight in against her face with it, crushing his limps, frictioned red and raw cock right against her cheeks, his heavy ballsac pouching out beneath her chin and the hairs of it tickling her delicate little neck.
"Oh, Hank, your cock's so big and red looking, and swollen. I bet it misses Dorothy and her mouth. Hmmmmm!" Dorothy said, opening her mouth wide and sucking in the whole head of Hank Blinker's fucked raw cock, nursing on it furiously and driving him out of his mind because it hurt. Really hurt. His cockhead was much too sensitive, especially right after fucking Sally Ann Kingston, to put it inside anything, much less Dorothy's talented, voracious mouth. Each time her wicked tongue swirled around his cockhead, Hank felt so weak in his knees that he wanted to pass out.
Struggling valiantly with his emotions and his physical limitations, Hank grabbed Dorothy beneath her armpits and jerked her up off of his cockhead. His cock, which had begun swelling up long again inside her mouth, flopped hard down and slapped against his thigh, leaving a broad wet print there of Dorothy's spittle, transferred from his raw red cockhead. "Sorry, baby," Hank said, "I'm running out of time. I'm due downstairs before the cameras in just a few minutes."
"Oh, Hank, please," Dorothy said. "There must be time for one quick fuck. Just one, please. All you have to do is slip your sweet cock right here inside my cunt. It's already hot and slick and waiting for you. As I stood outside your shower, watching you take a bath, I got so hot for your body, man, I just couldn't stand it."
"Shit, woman," Hank said. "I swear it's getting so every woman I meet only wants to fuck, and right then and there. I'm not made of steel, my cock isn't. It's flesh and blood, and it needs a vacation now and then."
"Oh, but, Hank," Dorothy said, grabbing his cock again and squeezing it tight, making it throb and stretch out, the erecting of it only that much more painful to Hank, "I promise, I'll be gentle. You'll like it, really. Please."
Damnit Dorothy, Hank said, "sometimes I think you have no shame in your bones. You beautiful bitch." He grabbed her up in his arms and, carrying her, ran for the bed, dropping her onto it and falling right on top of her. As her legs spread wide and lifted up around his shoulders, he butted his hips forward and the head of his cock, painfully erect, sliced cleanly through Dorothy's wide open pussy mouth and fell heavily across her clitoris, starting her orgasm even before Hank had penetrated her pussy. He pulled his cock back slightly, moving by feeling alone, not even touching his dick, and nudged forward again, slicing right inside Dorothy's feverishly hot fuck hole. With his cock inside her, he could tell that she was cumming already.
The walls of her cunt snapped tightly around his cockhead and began milking along the length of his shaft, trying to pull his cum out right away, to match the hot flood of her spontaneous orgasm.
His cock, his balls, couldn't stand much more of the round-the-clock continuous fucking. Still, Hank put on a good show for Dorothy, despite the agonized raw condition of his genitalia. He began long-dicking her, pulling his cock almost all the way out and looking down, watching the broad flare of his coronal ridge stretch her inner pussy lips very wide, around the oversize width of his broad cockhead. Then, with the rim of his cockhead stretching her lips wide, Hank drove all of it back down into her again, banging his cockhead painfully hard against her cervix and making his ballsac slap loudly against her upturned asshole. Again and again Hank drilled Dorothy's pussy, making her wildly provocative cunt smell churn up furiously around them.
He kissed her then, surrounding her mouth with his and running his tongue in and out of her mouth to match the pace, the fucking rhythm, of his cock slipping, sliding, making loud squishing noises in and out of her cunt. He grabbed her buttocks in his hands at the same time and lifted her ass up off of the mattress, changing the angle of his penetration and then he really began slamming his dick to her. The loud slapping noises sounded like a ratta-tat-tat as his balls banged her asshole and his piston-like prick slushed noisily through her honey-dew filled vagina.
To his complete amazement, Hank discovered he was about to cum again. He thought that, at best, he would have to fake an orgasm with Dorothy, amazed as he was at having an erection. Still, his semen rushed upward through his long hard cock shaft and forced his cock lips wide open. Hank groaned and rammed his cock full length hard inside Dorothy's spasming, muscle-rippling cunny, banging the head of it against her cervix again. "Christ, I'm going to cum, baby," he said. "Sorry I can't make it last any longer. Shit! Here it comes. Get ready for my CUM! NOW! AND AGAIN!!! FEEL MY COCK SPIT HOT JISM INTO YOUR SWEET PUSSY, BABY! NOW!!! AND AGAIN!!! THIS ONE!!! AND THIS SPLURT! I'M CUMING SO MUCH ... I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. MORE! AND MORE!!! MY COCK'S KILLING ME, IT FEELS SO FUCKIN' GOOD! CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
Giggling, holding onto his back possessively, claiming him as only her man, Dorothy writhed through her own orgasm, feeling Hank's cockhead erupting again and again, squirting her cunt full of his heavy masculine semen. NNNUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she said, "NNNUUUNNNGGGHHHhhh!!! NNNUUUNNNGGGHHH!!!"
And they fell apart on the bed, rolling to the side, Hank's cock pulling abruptly out of Dorothy's cunt still, gently, drooling cum. The heavy white streak of it jetted weakly across her pubic hair and glistened in bright potent drops of fresh hot cum.
"Wow, woman," Hank said. "I told you there wasn't time to fuck, yet you raped me anyway. I'll have to go downstairs stinking like fuck and all sweaty."
"Say, Hank," Dorothy said, smearing his cum across her belly, "I meant to mention it, but when you kissed me you sure tasted like pussy. What's been happening, baby?"
"Well, if I taste like pussy, it's your pussy, Dorothy," Hank said, remembering the frantic bout they had had earlier on the very same bed. "But back into the shower. Quick!" Giggling, forgetting about tasting Sally Ann Kingston's cunt on Hank's mouth, his lips and his tongue, Dorothy joined him in the shower and they rushed through a quick douche, trying to wash away the heavier traces of their sex action smells.
"Hank," Dorothy said, suddenly remembering the reason for her clandestine meeting with Blinker in the first place, "I almost forgot, and it's very important, too. I need your help desperately."
"What is it, Dorothy?" he asked, finishing rinsing off the soap from his face and his crotch, the two pussy-stinkingest areas of his body, especially his cock and his thoroughly fucked-out ballsac. "You know I'll do what I can to help you, always."
"Well," she began, "I saw Jessie and James, you know, Daddy Clark's hired goons, kidnap one of the Kidcunts. They were supposed to snatch little Sally Ann Kingston, but I just ran into her out in the hallway."
Hank gulped loudly and tried to hide his blush with the towel.
Dorothy moved right up against him and grabbed a second big heavy bath towel off the rack and began drying herself. "At any rate," she continued, "they did get one of the girls, because I saw them with her, all wrapped up in a bedspread. They locked her up inside their room upstairs. We just have to free that sweet little kid, Hank, before the television show begins."
"Oh," Hank said, grabbing his clothes and dressing hurriedly, glancing at the clock to gauge how much time was left before air time. "What can we do, Dorothy?"
"We can divert Jessie and James somehow, send them away from the hotel, or...." she began. "Yeah," Hank said, "that should do it." He rushed across the room and grabbed the phone, dialing Jessie's room number and Jessie picked it up right away. He sounded a little breathless and weak, as if he had been running for hours, or fucking.
"Yeah ... puff, puff," Jessie said. Hank, using his very best authoritarian southern accent, became Daddy Clark. "Jessie," he boomed into the phone, "it's me, the boss. I'm in my plane and just about to land at Los Angeles International Airport.
I decided to come in and watch my baby become pageant queen. Now listen up, you hear ... I want you and James both to rush right out to the airport and wait for my plane to land and take me to the hotel. You got that clear? Both of you?"
"Uh, yeah ... puff, puff ... boss," Jessie said, unknown to Hank, Jessie was at that very minute fucking Vickie Williams. It was his second fuck and James' third, and, just then, Jessie's fat stubby hoodlum cock was exploding deep inside Vickie's well-fucked cunt, shooting her full of gangster jism. "Cuming right away, boss ... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG right now, boss. Puff, puff. We'll meet your plane. AAAHHHhhh!!!"
And the line went dead in Hank's hand. He turned back to Dorothy, a confused expression on his face, remembering the unquestionable fucking sounds he had heard from Jessie. He shrugged away and said, "Okay, Dottie, they're leaving the hotel right away. I've got to get on the judges stand in ... just ten minutes. You'll have to get the girl out of the room by yourself. Can you handle it?"
"No problem, Hank," Dorothy said, rushing with him out into the hallway. They split at the elevators. Hank went downstairs to the main ballroom and Dorothy went upstairs to Jessie's room.
As her elevator doors opened at Jessie's floor and Dorothy stepped out of it, both Jessie and James, in a heavy cloud of cunt smells, rushed past her and into it, frantically pushing the down button as the doors closed, cutting them off from Dorothy's view.
Alone in the hotel corridor, Dorothy wondered how to handle getting into Jessie's room, then she saw the maid walking toward her, a heavy ring of keys jingling at her side. "Oh, Miss," Dorothy said, purring sweetly, standing right in front of Jessie's door and fumbling with the knob. "I just locked myself out of my room accidentally and I left all my money inside, I wonder if I could prevail upon you to ... "
"Why of course," the uniformed maid said, taking her master key to Jessie's door. "Glad to help."
"Oh, thank you very much," Dorothy said, quickly slipping through the open door and closing it behind her back, shutting out the maid. Looking around the big hotel room, Dorothy found the bundled up mass on the bed. The girl had been hastily tied down with loose cords that wouldn't hurt her and covered over with the same bedspread that had originally wrapped her. Dorothy tugged with the bedspread and finally managed to unhook it from beneath the girl and pull it back, revealing the lustful redhead Vickie Williams, with a gag in her mouth.
Vickie thrashed and moaned, trying to talk through the washcloth across her lips. Dorothy tugged at the knot and freed the rag, moving on to the girl's wrists and her ankles. "Oh, God," Vickie said, "I thought I'd suffocate under that spread the way those lousy fuckers left me. And they were lousy fuckers, too, both of them. Couldn't hardly even keep a hard-on after going to all the trouble to snatch me just for a little balling. I'd've done it gladly, if they'd asked. They didn't have to kidnap me."
"Hush now, Vickie," Dorothy said. "We don't have any time for talking and, Jesus Christ, do you stink...." Then Dorothy noticed the sweet young girl from New Mexico was completely naked and streaked all over with cum. Her little girl pussy lips were puffy and much fucked and she smelled like a third class Paris whorehouse.
"Jesus, kid," Dorothy said, "you're due onstage already. You can't go down there smelling like pussy and man cum. You have to take a quick shower. Run, now. Do it in Jessie's bathroom." Dorothy hit Vickie across her ass and rushed her into the shower, standing at the open door and directing the superficial bath, helping Vickie keep her long red hair dry in the process. Dorothy toweled her clean when she stepped out of the shower then wrapped another towel around her middle, literally dragging her out into the hallway and the elevator.
In Vickie's room they found her gown, the one she was to wear for the telecast, hanging, waiting for her. In only minutes both of them had the girl dressed and a hint of make-up on her face. A quick run through of her red hair with a comb and they rushed out into the hall again, waiting for the elevator.
At the main floor of the Bonaventure, where the telecast was taking place, they found the corridors a little packed with people but, since they were already late, they cast courtesy aside and both girls elbowed their way through the gawking spectators to the stage door. Then Dorothy brazenly dragged Vickie right to the wings of the stage where the telecast was already in progress, the opening credits rolling while the cameras made a slow pan shot across the three-tiered rows of Kidcunt contestants, all perfect and all queens. Dorothy pushed Vickie right out onto the stage, whispering for her to quickly find her spot and stand there, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
And The Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant, on prime-time, over the whole TV network, proceeded on schedule. They went through all the silly little elimination processes wherein each girl did her brief but special thing. For a minute Dorothy was afraid that Vickie would have her thing a live, on-stage fuck, but she only sang instead, and then the next girl took over. So it went, until the show was almost over and the panel of judges, Sol, Belta, and Hank, handed their notes to the Master of Ceremonies, Duke Meadows.
Duke dominated the microphone at stage center, standing before the special platform constructed for the three top winners. Clearing his throat, Duke began the long awaited announcement. "And the winners are," Duke said, "in third place, Vickie Williams." There was a round of applause and Duke continued as Vickie moved onto the special platform to the third-place position. "And in second place, Sally Ann Kingston." Sally Ann, walking through the applause, mounted the winner's platform, and Duke continued, "And the Queen of the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant is...." Duke paused for dramatic effect, Miss Maebelle Clark!"
To tumultuous applause, Maebelle mounted the stage center, kissing Duke and accepting a large bouquet of roses from him before he put the crown on her head. Maebelle climbed onto the winner's throne and posed for photographs as the closing credits began rolling, superimposed over her face, and the television show came to an end.
At the judges stand, huddled in serious conversation, the three judges all agreed that they had voted for Maebelle despite her Daddy's interference and not because of it. In fact, he had almost cost her the crown that was rightfully hers. Then Sol said, "Yeah, but I tell you, the real Kidcunt of the whole affair is that little Sally Ann Kingston. What a fine little filly she is."
"I know what you mean, Sol," Hank said. "A real fine fuck. OH! Excuse me, Ms Appljug, I didn't mean....
"That's all right, Fountie," she said. "I agree, Sally Ann is clearly the snatch of the year...." The judges laughed and, thronged by press photographers who were going wild now that the telecast had finished, began answering questions put to them by various reporters. Dorothy, who thought she had as much of the Kidcunt contest as she could handle, certainly more than she would ever need, on tape, to write her long article for Rolling Stoned, moved toward Duke Meadows who was, if anything, in the center of the hurricane. When she reached him, Dorothy tugged on his coat sleeve to get his attention. "Gee, Mr. Meadows," she said, "I want to thank you for all your help. I just know I'll have a great article out of this."
"Oh, that's all right, Miss ... uh, Miss," he stumbled for her name.
"Dorothy," she said, smiling at his confusion. "Yeah, Miss Dorothy," Duke said. "It is I who should thank you for all the good publicity you'll be giving next year's pageant." And he paled at the thought, realizing he had one whole year before the whole merry-go-round began again, with little or no chance for him grabbing off the brass ring.
Laughing, Dorothy patted him reassuringly on his shoulder. "I'm going to leave now, Duke," she said. "Good luck____"
"You will be gentle with me," he said, watching her push her way back into the swirling crowd, "please "I promise, Duke," Dorothy said, laughing out loud. "I promise!"
CHAPTER TEN
Backstairs in her little room in the hotel, Dorothy was deliriously happy. Not only had she managed to endure the whole ordeal, but she had some really interesting notes and tape recordings to use for her story. But the best thing of all, of course, was that she was finally free to pack her things and go home, back to Sherman Oaks and the quiet secluded retreat where she lived with her own Lollycock.
Lollycock! Just the thought of him and his big juicy cock set her groin to thumping and her pussy juices to begin warming up in expectation of a grand cock-in-cunt reunion.
He'll be home later tonight, she thought. He might even be there before me. I better hurry up. Dorothy gathered up all the things she had scattered around the hotel room and began shoving them into her bag. When she thought she had everything packed, she made a final run-through of the room, but could find nothing she had left out.
After all, it has been a work trip, not a pleasure weekend. Except for the two frantic fucks she had managed to share with Hank Blinker, it had been all work for Dorothy DelVecchio. At last, she was ready to leave the hotel. And, struggling, she found she could carry her own bag herself and wouldn't have to wait for a bellboy to come upstairs and get it for her. Turning out the lights, Dorothy left her hotel room for the final time and, lugging all her own gear, she waited for the elevator to take her to the lobby.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, a bellboy grabbed her bags and her tape recorder, helping her to the cashier. As Dorothy checked out and paid her bill, she asked to have her car brought around to the door and, miraculously, it was waiting at the curb for her when she left the hotel. The bellboy put her bags in the seat. Dorothy was in too much of a hurry to check on her Lollycock to delay long enough to open the trunk. She handed the boy a bill, completely forgetting to add it to her expense account and started her engine, pulling away from the glittering facade of the hotel and heading toward Sherman Oaks just slightly exceeding the speed limit. All the way across Los Angeles, humming along on the freeway, Dorothy kept thinking about really letting down. About taking a long leisurely bath then cuddling up in a warm bed with her Lollycock. And about spoon-fashion cuddling where she could grind her buttocks against his crotch and feel the heavy throbbing cock of his, all hair surrounded, tight against her ass.
She wanted everything to be perfect for their homecoming. It felt like she had been away from Sherman Oaks and the closeness the two of them shared there forever, not just two days. It had been years since she had held him, naked and cock hard, in her arms, not just hours. Her cunt was juicing just thinking about being close to him again. The honey dew formed and rolled around inside her pussy then trickled slowly across the lips of it, lining it with a faint streak of whitish moisture.
Dorothy squirmed around on the car seat, looking for a more comfortable position, but there was none. The only position that would ease the itch that bothered her would be with her cunt stretched tight around his cock, buried to the hairy hilt up inside her spasming, orgasming vagina. She touched her damp panties with her fingers, checking the moisture at her crotch piece. Sometimes it was almost embarrassing, she thought, the way she seemed to cream her panties, just from thinking about what a handsome hunky love maker he was, and how thoroughly he kept her and her pretty pussy satisfied. She allowed her fingers to slide up and down the crack of her cunt, from outside her panties, moving her legs apart to make room for the autoerotic caress.
She shuddered and shook, her pussy spasming in delight and her foot jamming down on the accelerator, causing the car to dart rapidly forward on the fast-bound freeway lane. Dorothy forced herself to ease back a bit on the speed and increase the pace a bit on the cunt rubbing at the same time. She squirmed forward until there was enough room between her leg hole and her thigh for her long fingers to reach through, touching the naked flesh of her pouting, open lipped cuntal mouth. Her finger could just reach her clitoris, where it stood up beyond the inner lips, and she rubbed it gently, spreading the copious honey dew all around her love button.
It felt magnificent to Dorothy, her fingers idly strumming her clittie as she grooved down the Los Angeles freeway, Lollycock bound. Her cunt spasmed almost continuously with a low-level orgasm that could only swing into high gear with his cock fully inserted, jamming tight into her cunt and making her belly feel all stuffed and bloated with man flesh. Her man flesh ... his cock, heavy and full erect and as hard as a steel bar, all wrapped up in softest velvet and brought to the boiling point.
At last she saw the turn off to the exit ramp for Sherman Oaks and she eased over to the far right lane, heading home. Almost reluctantly she deserted her clitoris, leaving it hot and swollen and thumping with pleasure as her cuntal canal rippled through another idle, pleasant orgasm. Dorothy wanted to have both hands on the wheel for the exit and the drive through the city streets. As she came to the stop sign and halted, looking both ways before entering the street, she brought her fingers to her face and smelled of her pussy. The heady honey dew of her drooling cunt coated her fingers completely with a thin sticky film. She knew, the aroma would cling to them for hours, maybe even days, if she didn't scrub them good, but she liked her smell, the odor of her cunt. She dragged it deeply into her nostrils and savored her own scent, remembering that she loved it best of all clinging to her Lollycock and permeating his balls.
The taste of her cunt, off of his cock, was the sweetest honey in the world to Dorothy. She could suck on his cock for hours, it seemed, after they fucked, cleaning all of her smell, her flavor, off of his incredibly delicious sex flesh.
Her street was just ahead. Even though her fingers had been out of her cunt, away from her clit, for minutes already, her pussy still fluttered with an unconscious orgasm, just from being so near her house ... the house where she balled her Lollycock. She speeded up and made the left hand turn almost without looking. Just three more blocks and she would be home free, hiding in the seclusion where she and her lover could be just plain folks. Where the neighbors treated them like ordinary people, not like someone very special. Dorothy pulled into the driveway and parked near the side door, struggling with her bags and tape recorder, trying to take them all at once. She opened the door and rushed inside, dropping her suitcase on the kitchen floor.
"Hello," she called gaily, and paused, waiting, listening. There was no response. She thought, I beat him home after all. But then she brightened up, because that meant there was still time for her to pretty herself up, and wash away the grime of the Bonaventure and all the Kidcunts. To say nothing of the strongly potent pussy smell of her own she had churned up in her excitement of getting back home ... of getting to her private Lollycock again.
Humming to herself, Dorothy turned on lights and checked out the house, looking at the mail that had arrived the day before, mostly bills, nothing important. She took her suitcase into the bedroom and put her things away, tossing some into the dirty clothes hamper. She gathered up all her notes and the rapes for her article and lined them up neatly atop her desk. And there was nothing left for her to do except get ready to fuck. She wanted to be ready to do it the instant he got home.
Dorothy checked the stash box, making sure there were several hand rolled marijuana joints ready to be smoked. It was Oaxacan ... real good stuff too, and it always acted as somewhat of an aphrodisiac to Lollycock. He used to say, years before when they first started going together, that he felt like time stretched out and he could ball for hours when he got really ripped on bad-ass weed. Dorothy hoped that this would be one of those nights.
She went into the bathroom and began running water in the tub, filling it with extra hot water and high frothing billows of strawberry scented bubble bath. When the tub and the temperature was just right, Dorothy took off her clothes and eased down into the water, relaxing, letting it soothe her troubled muscles and take away all the tensions, cleaning her and swapping the pussy odor for strawberries and making her kissing clean all over.
Her mind went almost blank, so soothing, so all-encompassing was the caress of the water as she laid back, her head against the back of the tub, completely surrendering to the effects of the hot bath.
Dorothy didn't even hear him drive up or park his noisy old car. She didn't even hear him come into the kitchen door and walk through the living room to the bedroom. She didn't even hear him standing inside the bathroom door, looking down at her in the tub with love filled eyes.
Back in the bedroom, he began taking off all his clothes. He felt like a bath too. He also had had a super grueling weekend, filled with frantic little trysts and mental and body ripping thrills. He was dirty and grimy and pussy smelling all over. He thought some strawberries would do his body a world of good too.
Naked, he padded silently back into the bathroom and stood beside the tub. He had one foot in it, beside Dorothy, before she even knew he was there.
Startled, she looked up through bath-fogged eyes, seeing her fat heavy Lollycock swinging right beside her face as he moved over her, easing himself down into the oversized tub with her, setting face to face, cock to cunt.
"Hello, baby," he said, reaching out and surrounding her with his arms and drawing her breasts tight against his sparsely haired chest. "I'm home." He kissed her then, clamping his mouth down over hers and stifling anything she might have wanted to say. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and began stroking her teeth, the top of her mouth, and her tongue. Her hands, beneath the foamy water, eased to her crotch and down over his cock, cupping it warmly, invitingly, and caressing his big sponge-like balls, kneading them together inside their crinkly-fleshed ballsac.
He slipped his kiss across her cheek and down onto her neck, nibbling at her flesh there and biting her earlobe playfully as she continued massaging his cock, feeling it stretch and grow long and heavy beneath the hot strawberry bath water, pressing right against the parted lips of her cuntal mouth. In almost no time at all, due to the heat of the water and the soothing effects of it on his muscles, he forgot all the many times he had already fucked that day ... the day before, and his cock became fully hard and throbbing, just waiting to be enfolded within the lush cock harbor of her cuntal mouth, burrowing relentlessly into the soft buttery depths of it.
Dorothy knew he was almost ready to penetrate her, and she knew she was ready for her Lollycock to slide inside her snatch, pushing her pussy lips wide apart around his coronal ridge and stuffing her completely with hot man meat.
His fingers slid into her cunt, finally, stroking her clitoris and checking out the texture of her pussy, the slipperiness of it, wanting to know if she was ready for his cock to enter her and begin their welcome home fuck.
"Oh, yes, yes," she said, humming, vibrating, her hips nudging forward as she orgasmed in response to his clit manipulations. "God, yes, fuck me, baby. Jesus, it's been forever. PUT YOUR SWEET COCK IN ME, LOVE. LET ME FEEL IT SLICING INTO MY CUNT AGAIN. OH, FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEeee!!!"
He lifted his hips slightly and squatted, the abrupt movement causing his buttocks to spread wide beneath the water and he farted. A long rippling flutter cut through the air and dozens of little bubbles fluttered upward from his asshole around his ballsac and up through his pubic hair, blending his Secret scent with the strawberries that frothed around them both. He took his cock by. the base of it and aimed it right at Dorothy's pouty pussy lips and scraped it deliberately around on her clitoris, driving her into a fury of rippling little orgasms.
"Oh, God, put it in me," Dorothy said. "Please hurry, PUT YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OH, YES! YES!! FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEeee!!!"
Giggling, impatient to feel his cockhead sliding into her tight hot fuck hole, he dipped it down lower and eased the whole broad head of it right in between her inner cuntal lips, letting the whole bulbous knob of it soak inside her over-heated vaginal cauldron.
"Oh, yes," Dorothy said, wailing. "GOD, YES. GIVE ME ALL OF IT! I WANT ALL OF YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE MY PUSSY. PLEASE. SHOVE IT IN. NOW! OH, SHIT. YYYEEESSS! YYYEEESSSsss!!! JUST LIKE THAT. IT'S NEVER BEEN SO LONG AND SO HARD. MY CUNT'S STRETCHED A MILE. Oh, Hank, I do love you so."
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, butting the base of his cock, his pelvic bone, tight against her clitoris and grinding into it, igniting her for another orgasm. "Did 'The Fount' ever let you down, Dottie?"
"No, lover, never," she said, writhing against him, scooting her ass around on the bottom of the slick porcelain bathtub, trying to take all of his hard cock and both of his lusty sponge-like balls right up inside her voracious pussy mouth. "Oh, God, how you do fuck me, Hank, my own special Lollycock."
"Yeah," he said, grinning foolishly, using one of the expressions he couldn't dare let slip through on his Crazy Daze television hit series. Here, he was just plain Hank Blinker, stud and lover. He didn't have to keep the finger snapping up or swing into the loose hipped, crotch forward stance of machoism that so characterized his television character.
Here, for the past three years, he was just Dorothy DelVecchio's Lollycock, and he loved her as much as she loved him, and he loved to' have her suck on his cock almost as much as she loved to suck it for him.
Dorothy fumbled around behind him and pulled the plug in the tub, letting the water start to drain away from them. At the same time she pulled herself up off of his cock, deliberately taking away the fat stuffing pleasure that was rippling through her cuntal walls.
She stood up right over him, pushing her pussy into his face, and grabbed the handles of the hot and cold water faucets, holding on for support in the watery, slippery bathtub. Hank dived right into her snatch, pulling the lips apart with his hands and eating into the sweet strawberry, laving the clitoris with his tongue and almost imagining he could taste the flavor of his own cock where it had just seconds before been frictioning, tightly plunging into her cuntal canal.
"Oh, Hank," Dorothy said, writhing her cunt against his face, feeling his nose pressing against the nubbin of her clitoris, "I love the way you eat my cunt out. Oh, yes, it feels so good. I'm cumming already. NUUUGGGHHH! NNUUUGGGHHHhhh!!!"
Hank's mouth, twisted upward beneath Dorothy's crotch, soon began to ache from the cramped position he was maintaining. His tongue, too, scooping way up inside her cunt and laving her labia and her clitoris in long slurping licks, began to ache. He knew he could not hold that position much longer, besides, he really wanted to fuck her in the worst way possible, with his cock fully inserted inside her tight clasping fuck hole.
Giving Dorothy's clit one last violent suck, Hank twisted his head out of her thighs and, holding her in position against the water faucets, he stood up, moving around behind her. As soon as Dorothy sensed what he had in mind, she parted her legs as far as she could and forced her cunt backward, up tilting it between her legs and between her buttocks. Hank grinned down at her, looking into her cunt from the rear. He loved the view ... or any view, as long as it had a cunt and a cock and an occasional asshole, and at least one of them was his.
Hank took his cock by the root and snapped it sharply across her buttocks, spanking her with his long hard rod. He let it lie briefly inside the crack of her ass, the head of it tickling her tiny puckered little anus as if he was going to fuck her there, but not this time, he wanted her cunt and nothing else could satisfy him. He lowered his position slightly, bending his knees, to line the angle of his cock up with her pussy lips then, without even pausing, he shoved it forward and sank the whole thing right up inside her cunt, fucking her dog style with his cock upside down inside her pussy, screwing her at odd different angles, filling her, stuffing her with man cock.
He pistoned in and out of her furiously, finding the strawberry scent of her skin turning him on as much as her pussy smell was doing. Some of the water was still in the tub and their feet were covered with the last few billows of red bubble bath that was rapidly leaving then through the drain. As he reamed her cunt out good from the rear, long-dicking her as much as possible except for making sure his cock never left her cunt, he listened to the loud slushing, plunging, pistoning sound of his cock-in-cunt manipulations.
He reached around Dorothy's belly and grabbed her breasts in both his hands, tweaking her nipples and causing her to have another orgasm snapping tightly around his cock and bathing the head of it with super-heated honey dew.
Hank deserted her right breast and let his right hand slip down to her coarse black pussy hair, toying with it just briefly, teasing her. He knew it would not be long before his orgasm and he wanted her to have as many thrills as possible before he filled her upturned pussy with his hot sticky cum. He grabbed her clitoris between his fingers and tugged at it, twisting, caressing, his fingers sliding through her pussy lips and along the side of his cock shaft, filling her wider, pleasuring her beyond her imagination.
Groaning, moaning, Dorothy began hip-hunching backward as her big orgasm rolled through her groin, her cunt snapping tightly around his cock as if she wanted to cut it right off at the base and keep it forever tight inside her pussy, the big broad head of it scraping relentlessly against her cervix. "Oh, God, God!" she said, wailing through her orgasm. "CCCUUUMMM!!! AGAIN!! Oh, shit, MY CUNT FEELS SO GOOD, HANK. I LOVE YOU." And his orgasm struck right at that moment, his cock full inserted inside her spasming, muscle rippling cunt and the head of it opening up like the flood gates, letting the cum flow through said. "ME TOO. MY COCK'S ON FIRE, SPLURTING MY CUM. FEEL IT, DOTTIE? FEEL MY COCK FILLING YOUR CUNT WITH CUM?"
"Oh, God, yes, Hank," she said, "I feel it. Do I ever feel it. YOUR COCK'S THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD, WHEN IT'S INSIDE MY CUNT, STUFFING ME, SHOOTING ME FULL OF YOUR JISM. I don't ever want it out of me, Hank, promise. Promise you'll fuck me forever and ever."
"I'll try, Dottie," Hank said, finishing his orgasm, the final few splurts of his cum jetting weakly into her over-filled, cum-juicy fuck hole. "I'll try."
"That's all I could ever want, lover," she said. "I think it's the perfect welcome home gift ... your cock and your balls and your fresh made cum ... Hmmm, Hmmm. More! More! More!"
