Angela was only twelve. She didn't fully understand the changes that were a coming over her. She didn't realize that she was already more a young woman than a little girl. That meant that she had a young woman's needs - plenty of good hard prick smack up the pussy!
She'd already had her first period, and she'd learned, from the other kids at school, something about sex. But she didn't yet realize that she had the hots for her foster-father.
She didn't understand that she wanted him to ram his cock into her twat and shove it back and forth until it spewed its load of man-cream into that hot little cunt!
All she knew was that every time she looked at Jake McClellan she felt good between her legs, and her panties got wet. She didn't understand that either. She hoped there wasn't something wrong with her cunt. Were girls supposed to be wet between the legs when they weren't pissing and weren't having their periods? She didn't know.
Right now as she looked at him, she felt her pussy get moist. There was a funny throbbing sensation there, too. She had found that she had a hard little bump between her legs, right next to the entrance to her twat. At least, it got hard when she touched it. She hoped she didn't have cancer. She had heard that when females got lumps on their bodies that sometimes meant that they had cancer. There was so much she didn't know!
Of course, that hard bump was just her clit. And the reason it was hard was because her virgin pussy craved hard cock. It wanted a big dork to ram through that maidenhead and bury itself inside her. It was trying to tell her that.
Angela glanced again at McClellan as he sat in the armchair reading his paper. He was such a fine man. Not like her uncle Joe, who had always been drunk and beaten her.
Everyone said that Mr. McClellan was the nicest man in town.
What everyone in town didn't know was that having little Angela in the room next to him had his cock stiff as a board. He hoped that it didn't show under his pants. She was such an innocent little girl, he thought. She would be shocked to know that he was turned on by her.
As Angela looked at her foster-father, her pussy got more and more excited. So did her tits. Her little nipples weren't so little any more. In the last few seconds they had swollen up to about three times their normal size and they were aching just like that hard bump between her legs.
"I hope I don't have cancer there, too!" little Angela thought as her nipples swelled up.
"Maybe it's spread!"
"Angela," McClellan said, "hadn't you better get going on your homework?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
She didn't know the reason he sent her away to her room was because having her in the room with him was getting him hotter and hotter. His cock was hurting, it felt so cramped in his pants.
Little Angela trotted off obediently to her room. She was grateful to Mr. McClellan for taking her in after the court had ordered that she be taken away from her uncle.
When she got to her room, she didn't sit down at her desk to do homework, though. She flopped onto her back on her bed. She just wanted to think about Mr. McClellan.
Instinct took over. Without her even knowing she was doing it, she slid her hand up her dress. As her fingers ran along the soft inside of her thigh her clit got more and more frantic. It was just screaming for some action now.
She pressed her fingers against her twat, and a shudder ran through her body.
"Uhhhh!" she sighed. That felt so good! She pressed her fingers against the hard little knob.
"Mmmmmm." That felt too good to be cancer! Maybe she was supposed to be like that.
Her fingers stroked the delicate pink cuntlips. She moved her little hips with excitement.
She was getting more and more turned on. Her tits had swollen up in her bra so that the bra hurt her.
Suddenly she decided to take off all her clothes. She didn't understand all these strange new feelings inside her, but she knew that she liked them. She felt very womanly. She wanted to examine her body.
She took off her dress and then her bra. Even though she was only twelve, her tits were quite developed. She didn't know it, but that was one of the things that made her foster-father's prick get stiff whenever she was around.
She pulled at her nipples. They felt good too, just like the hard little button between her legs. She was beginning to understand. These things were part of her female equipment.
She wasn't sure whether or not she was supposed to be touching them. She was afraid it might be wrong. It seemed to her like most of the things that are fun are "wrong." At least that was what most grownups were always telling her.
But the feeling she got from her cuntlips and nipples and clit was too good to stop. She didn't care if it was wrong or not.
The little girl had a small hand mirror. She held it so that she could see the reflection of her cunt. It was the first time she had ever done that. She had known that there was a hole and some folds of skin around it, but that was all she knew. Now she could see for herself.
She thought that her pussy looked strange. It was so pink, just the color of rare roast beef, and there was all that moisture oozing out of the hole. That was what made her panties so wet. She knew that it wasn't part of her period. It wasn't red and her period wasn't for a couple of weeks. Maybe it had something to do with her feeling so good. She pressed her fingers against her cuntlips again and stroked the delicate skin. Sure enough, more of the clear liquid came seeping from her throbbing girl-hole.
She was catching on fast. This teach-yourself course in sex was the most fun she had had in years.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!" she moaned as she pulled on her clit. She wasn't quite sure what that thing was for. She knew that the hole was to have a prick stuck up it, and for babies to be born from. But what was that little bump for? Touching it felt so good. Maybe that was why it was there -to make her feel good. And of course she was right. She wished there wasn't that funny membrane covering her pussy. She was really curious about her body now. She would have loved to poke her fingers up her twat, but the membrane was in the way.
She made up for that by playing even more with her clit and cuntlips with one hand and with her nipples with the other.
The nipples were just as excited as the clit. She was playing a little teasing game with them, a game she had hit on instinctively. She trailed her fingertips in circles along her breasts. The fingertips circled in closer and closer to the nipples. They got more and more excited as the fingers got closer and closer.
Finally she was trailing the fingertips right along the dividing line between the white part of the tits and the pink nipples. At that moment she felt like she was going to burst. Her whole body quivered with excitement and she arched her back.
Then she pulled the fingertips away again, leaving the nipples frustrated. That just made them beg all the harder for attention.
Her whole body was tingling with electricity. Every nerve was throbbing. Every muscle was pulled tight as she readied for her come. Her spine felt like it was going to snap in two as her back muscles pulled tighter and tighter. She had never had a come before. But something told her that something wonderful was going to happen.
Between her legs, her cuntskin was glistening with pussy juice. She kept putting her fingers in her mouth to suck the salty fluid off them. She was playing the same teasing game with that funny little bump that she was with her nipples. But it was getting even more frantic. Her clit felt like it was going to split her skin, it was so hard and throbbing so much.
She slid her fingers closer and closer to it. Her body twisted and wriggled on the bed like a fish in the bottom of a boat. She could hardly breathe. Her forehead was covered with little beads of sweat. Her mouth was hanging open.
BINGO! She took the pulsing clit between her fingers and rubbed it as hard as she could.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The come slammed into her like the fists of a boxer blazing away at a punching bag! Her little twelve-year-old body shook and quivered as she came and came and came, every muscle unwinding, every nerve jingling and jangling.
"AHHHHH! Oh! OHHHHH!"
Her body doubled up like she had been punched in the stomach. And still she pressed her fingers against her clit. She couldn't stand it - it was torture - but she didn't want - the torture - to ever STOPPPPP!
"Whewwwww!" The little girl gave a long, drawn-out sigh as the last pulsing throb of her come left her. She lay back on the bed. She was so wet from sweat it was like she had been swimming. She could hardly think. Her head was spinning. Her breath was coming in great panting gasps like she'd been under water. As for her cunt, it was so sensitive that she couldn't bear to touch it. She gazed at the ceiling and tried to get her thoughts together.
All she could think of was Mr. McClellan. While playing with her pussy she had thought of him, and now that she had come, she could only think about how nice it would have been to have him play with he cunt.
Maybe if she asked him... ? No! Of course not. She knew that what she had done was probably wrong. Mr. McClellan was a very moral man. The most moral man in town.
Everyone knew that. He would be very disappointed if he knew that she had been playing with herself.
But she couldn't help think about how big his hands were, and how good they would feel on her pussy.
After lying there a while, she got up and put her clothes back on. Her pussy was so wet that her panties were soaked the moment she pulled them against the soft cuntskin. She didn't mind that, though. The way the nylon clung to her cuntlips felt sexy. She was learning a lot about sex. Tomorrow she would see if there were any books on sex in the school library. Maybe she would be able to find out other things that she could do to her pussy to make it feel good. But she knew none of those things would be half as nice as having Mr. McClellan play with it.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Angela went to the school library. She was too shy to ask the librarian if there were any books on sex, so she just looked through the shelves. That took quite a while, but finally she found what she was looking for. Her school had a very liberal school board, and though they didn't have the money to set up sex-education classes this year, they had allowed the library to buy some sex-education books.
Man! Little Angela's pussy sure got wet as she gazed at the books! Some of them had pictures showing people fucking. That wasn't the word that were used, and the pictures were just drawings, but they got little Angela's motor humming anyway.
She read about masturbation. She didn't know the word for it, but she found the chapter by thumbing through the book. She was lucky. The books were written by a modern educator who didn't spread a lot of shit about how masturbation was harmful. "For the individual without a sex partner, masturbation, or self-manipulation of the sex organs, is a perfectly normal act."
"Wheww," Angela said. She was glad to know she hadn't done anything wrong. She felt like put- ting her fingers on her pussy right now. She could imagine how nice it would be to play with her pink wet cuntlips and suck the pussy-juice off her fingers. She knew what the different parts of her body were now. She was relieved to learn that the clit was not a cancer-lump and that her nipples were supposed to get all hard and tingly when she played with them.
"Gee," she thought, "I guess I'm almost a grown woman!"
The thought got her pussy all fired up again.
As soon as she got home she went to her room and took off her clothes. She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her tits until the nipples swelled up to about three times their normal size. Her other hand was already down between her legs, teasing and tormenting her little clit and cuntlips. Already she was wiggling her skinny little-girl ass on the bedspread.
"Wow, does that ever feel fine!" the child purred to herself.
What she didn't realize was that her foster-father was watching every bit of the action!
McClellan was feeling lonely. His wife was out of town, visiting her sister. That meant that he hadn't gotten any cunt for a while, and McClellan was the kind of guy who needed plenty of tight, wet pussy around his cock all the time.
He hadn't known that his little foster daughter was playing with her pussy, but he had felt lonely and bored, and decided to go and talk to her.
He had pushed open the door of her bedroom. The little filly was so turned-on by the zingy sensations that her busy fingers were giving to her wet little cuntlips and she didn't notice.
But there was a big stand-up mirror on her bureau and McClellan could see that she was beating off.
His eyes drank in every detail. He pulled the door back slightly so that she wouldn't notice him, but he could still see how she stroked her tingling girlflesh. His prick crammed hard against the crotch of his pants.
As for Angela, she was just about to come. She had her nerves ringing like a fire-station bell. She felt waves of come-need ripple up her spine. She breathed in deep gulps of air.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Oh! I've got to... got to... " She still didn't know the word "come". The books at school had used more technical language.
Her twat contracted in quick, nervous jerks. It longed to have a big thick prick in it. She would have loved to have her fingers inside of her cunt. She wanted to be penetrated. She wanted to feel something hard inside her tender female body. But the maidenhead was in the way. There was no way that she could get her fingers into her pussy as long as it was sealed off by that thin membrane.
She gazed at her tits and saw how they were covered with little drops of sweat. She ran the fingers through the drops, making steaks on her smooth tit-skin.
"Ouch!" she moaned as she pinched her nipples really hard. That hurt, but it was a good hurt. She did it again.
If she had looked in the mirror on her bureau, she would have seen the reflection of her foster father. She would have seen how he had his pants unzipped and was squeezing his big cock. She had never seen a cock beforehand would have liked to look at her foster father's, but she was too busy playing with herself to notice anything except for the feelings that her busy little-girl fingers were causing in her hot little pussy.
She knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her pussy was just screaming for a come. She had to get her little twat off right now!
"Oooooh" she said as she worked the tips of her fingers around the entrance to her twat, poking gently at the thin maidenhead that covered her vagina.
Then she slid her fingertips towards her clit. She had learned by now that that was the really sensitive part of a girl's body. She now knew that touching it would be enough to make her come.
The fingertips pulled the pink cuntlips as they slid toward the throbbing fun-button. Her body twisted and arched as they got closer and closer. She felt drop after drop of cunt-juice ooze over her labia. There was so much of it that she could even smell her own female odor.
She knew that it was going to be outasight when she came. But the preliminaries were just as good. She really liked teasing herself. Building up to her climax was as much fun as having it. Her fingers took their time as they got closer and closer to her pussy, even though her body felt like it was about to explode.
What she didn't know was that her foster father was about to explode too. He was working away on his prick, but he didn't want to come until she did. He was having a hard time keeping himself back, though.
Angela's fingers pressed against the slick pink skin of her cuntlips. She gave a low moan as she felt a flash of excitement blazing up her spine.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" she tried to worm one of her fingers through the little hole in her maidenhead, but the hole was too small. She pried the cuntlips apart as far as they would go, pressing them against the outer lips.
All the while, her foster father could see her reflection in the mirror. He could see every detail of how her fingers teased and played with her pussy.
She slid her fingers closer and closer to her throbbing clit. She knew that the instant she touched it she would come. She couldn't wait a second longer for her orgasm.
Then she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger, and BRRRRRRTTT'. Her whole body started to unwind like the busting mainspring of a clock! "AGGGGHHHH!" she cried. "OHHH!
OHHHH! OHHHH!" She tossed and twisted on the bed, throwing her head from side to side on the pillow. Wave after wave of pure female fuck-frenzy rippled through her! She was coming big and hard, every muscle in her body pulsing and firing at once.
At that moment her foster father got his dick off. It shot a stream of warm mancream into the air.
Angela lay back on the bed gasping for breath. Suddenly she realized that there was someone in the room. It was her foster father! He had pushed the door open all the way and was coming towards her.
Her mouth gaped in surprise. She had never seen him like he was now. He didn't have any pants on, and he was actually holding his prick in his hand. The prick was all hard, just like she had seen in the sex-education book. There was a long thread hanging from the end of it, and the knob was all slick.
She realized that this must be sperm.
She was right.
McClellan hadn't been able to stop himself. Even after his come had eased some of the tension, he still had to come and touch this sexy little girl.
Angela didn't know what to think. She was frightened. After all, she knew that her foster father was supposed to be the most moral man in town. It was frightening to see that he didn't mind walking in to her room with his dick in his hand.
But she was "also excited. She had never seen a dick before. And this one had sperm dripping from it. Sperm! That magical male substance she had read about in the sex-education book. Also, he had a fine dork. Even though he had just come, it was still stiff. McClellan was nothing if not a two-shot man.
She felt her clit start to tingle again, and her nipples stayed hard.
She was turned on by the sight. She could tell that from the way her pussy was getting wet. She suddenly knew what she wanted. She wanted Mr. McClellan to show her what real sex was like. Now that she had read about it, she wanted to find out firsthand.
That was just what her stepfather had in mind, as it turned out.
CHAPTER THREE
He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He just got down on the bed next to her.
Angela didn't have to wait long to find out what he was up to. He kissed her on the belly, and then started working his way down towards her cunt with his lips. She had read in the sex education book that there was something called "oral sex" and that it involved people putting their mouths on each other's cunts and cocks.
She felt her foster father tremble as his lips got closer and closer to her warm wet little woman-hole. She had no way of knowing how long he had been hot for her. The thing he wanted most in the whole world was to get his mouth up close to that pussy of hers. He was a very oral person. He wanted to lick her cunt till it came.
Angela felt his tongue run through her pubic hair. She didn't have much of that yet. The nick in the front of her crotch still showed clearly. He took some of the hair in his teeth and pulled playfully.
The little girl put her hands on her tits and started to stroke them. She had super-sensitive tits, and now that some action was going on between her legs, the tits didn't want to be left out.
It was nice to have both hands free for her tits.
When she beat off, she had to use one hand for her pussy. That meant only one tit could get any action at one time, but now she could play with both of them at once. She mashed them against her chest. She rubbed them hard against each other, and she sort of pinched the nipples. Angela had already found that a little bit of pain was kind of neat.
Her nipples got bigger and bigger. Her tits felt like they were on fire.
"Mmmm, heavenly," the little girl thought.
But it was what her foster father was doing between her legs that really counted. She felt how his tongue sawed back and forth in the little nick in the front of her crotch. The tip of it poked lightly against her clit. The clit pulsed and throbbed like a toothache. A good toothache, though.
She writhed and wriggled on the bed. Man, was she getting hot! And, she guessed, McClellan had hardly begun on her cunt.
She was right. He had all sorts of other good things in store for her.
He kissed her on the cuntlips like someone kissing a mouth. Then he pressed the tip of his tongue hard against her maidenhead. He seemed fascinated by her girl-seal. It showed how she was still just an inexperienced little girl.
"Daddy, make me... make me... "
"Come!" he said, lifting his face from her crotch for a second. He guessed that she hadn't known the word.
"Yes, Daddy, make me COME!"
But she could tell he wanted to make her wait for her come. That was fine with her, if the waiting was going to be like it had been up to now.
His tongue slid back and forth across her cuntlips. it kept poking at the maidenhead. She wished it wasn't there so that he could slide it in. She could guess how neat it would be to have that snaky flexible tongue sliding around inside her pussy.
Angela pressed her thighs against the side of her foster father's head. She had to do something to work off the tension in her body.
"Uhhh! I've got to come, Daddy! I just can't stand it! Can't! Can't!" Then the tongue started gliding towards her pulsing clit. She knew that she would be coming the instant her trigger felt his tongue.
That was why he was taking his time, she figured. His tongue just crept up towards her clit. She thought she was going to go straight out of her ever-loving little mind. Her pussy was screaming for a come. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was wait for her come.
Closer and closer the tongue came. She was sure that he was going to touch her clit right that very instant, then he pulled the tongue away again. She felt so frustrated she could cry, but she felt sexy frustrated.
The tongue came gliding back and then pulled away again.
"PLEASE, Daddy!"
And at that instant the tongue flicked three times across her burning clit.
LICK! LICK! LICK!
POW! She felt the come hit her, and hit her hard, like she had been kicked right between the legs. WHAM! WHAMMMM!
"I'm coming, Daddy, I'm coming so HARD!"
Her hips twisted and wriggled on the bed. Her pussy felt so sensitive that it could hardly stand to be touched, but that didn't stop her foster father. He kept right on licking at her pussy. Her hips slammed in against his face a couple of times, but he didn't mind that. He just couldn't keep his mouth away from that hot little box!
"UHHHHH!" she moaned and arched her back. She gave another shudder, and then lay back on the bed. She felt like she was going to melt. She had never had a come like this.
This was ten times as good as anything that she had been able to give herself! Knowing that it was her virile foster father who had had his tongue on her pussy made all the difference.
He kept on slurping at her pussy, trying to drink up all the cunt-juice. It was a losing game.
She just secreted more, no matter how much he succeeded in licking up.
Finally he took his mouth from her cunt. He saw how exhausted she looked.
She glanced at his prick and saw how huge and hard it was. She could tell that licking her twat had gotten his cock cranked up like hell. She knew he wanted to stick it into her pussy. After all, that was what the sex book said that men did with their cocks.
She felt really tired and washed out, and her pussy was so sensitive it could hardly stand to be touched, but she was really eager to have his cock inside her. She wasn't the innocent little girl of a few days ago. She had already gone a long way towards becoming a real woman. Now she wanted to go the rest of the way. That meant that she wanted plenty of hard dork rammed up her cunt.
She was frightened at the idea of having her maidenhead busted. The sex education book said that sometimes hurt. She didn't want to be hurt, but she wanted to get the dumb maidenhead out of the way. When it was gone, she would able to stick her fingers up her pussy when beating off. And her foster father would be able to get his tongue up there when he licked her pussy. Thinking about what it would be like to have his tongue up her cunt had her shuddering with excitement.
"Please, Daddy," she said to him, "please... have intercourse with me."
The big word was the only one that she knew. Her foster father laughed.
"Intercourse! You mean you want me to fuck you, right? You want my big dick to fuck your steamy little pussy, your hot little female twat wants my hard cock? My prick? My prong, my whanger!?"
"Yes, Daddy, please... fuck me!"
"Glad to oblige," he said, getting on top of her.
His cock was so hard it felt like it was about to bust. He couldn't wait to stick it into her.
Soon Angela felt his weight on top of her. He positioned his cock between her legs. She gave a little shiver of excitement and fear as she felt the end of the hard dork press against her maidenhead.
"Don't worry," he said, "I'll be gentle with you, in fact, I'll... " He was IN! It was an old trick of his for use with virgins. Slam your prick into the maidenhead while you're in the middle of a sentence. That way they're not expecting it, so they don't have time to get all tense.
Angela felt a piercing stab of pain as the big, thick dork shoved through the membrane, but soon she forgot the pain. It slid on into her, shoving the walls of her cunt open for the very first time.
"Oh wow!" she whispered. As she felt the cock glide into her cunt, she knew for the first time what it meant to be a woman. Being a woman meant being penetrated. It meant having your insides filled by a chunky, rock-hard hunk of a man's body.
She felt the thing go deeper and deeper. She didn't even know how deep her cunt was, and she was a little surprised at just how far in he could get it. His cock really was huge.
She felt totally possessed, owned by the massive prick that was now inside her.
Finally the tip of the cock pressed against the en- trance to her womb. Man, was he ever big! Her cunt still hurt slightly from where the maidenhead had been busted, but she didn't pay that any attention. All that mattered was that she had this cock in her.
"I'm a woman!" the excited little twelve-year thought. "I'm a woman! I'm a woman!"
Her foster father rested with his cock inside her for a while. He could tell from the way she was trembling how excited she was at being penetrated for the first time. He decided to leave her a little time for her cunt to realize just how big and hard the cock that was stuck up into it was.
Then he pulled his prick back slowly. Her pussy was all moist. Even so, it was a pretty tight fit. As he pulled his cock back, she felt like she might be pulled inside out. It was frightening, but it was also exciting. It was a good feeling. Angela had decided by now that just about everything about sex was good.
Back the cock went, inch after inch, pulling out of her pussy and out into the air. She wished she could see it sticking halfway into her, but her foster father's body was in the way.
Finally just the fleshy knob was all that was left inside. She was afraid that he was going to pull the cock all the way out. Surely he hadn't finished yet? She had read in the sex-education book that some men couldn't help coming too fast. They had their rocks off before the woman had a chance to have any pleasure.
In fact, McClellan hadn't even begun. She didn't have a thing to worry about, as she soon found out. An instant after he pulled his cock out of the tight pussy, she started to shove it on in again. She gave a little shudder of excitement as she felt how he buried his dork inside her again.
"Stick it in, Daddy! All the way in!"
She could feel the droplets of sweat trickle down her face. Her whole body was tense with come need. She hoped that she wouldn't come too soon.
Angela didn't have a thing to worry about there. Her foster father was one of the best cocksmen around. He knew how to get a hot little pussy right up to the brink of its come and keep it there while the chick just about went out of her ever-loving mind.
He was sliding the prick back and forth inside her with regular strokes. He liked to start slowly and then built up the speed. The big dick pulled at her twat every time he slid it back, but by now she was soaking wet inside. There wasn't any problem with friction.
"Nhghhhh! Give me cock! Give me your hard prick!" Angela said. She had only just learned these words from him, and it made her feel very grown-up to use them.
The cock bucked faster and faster as McClellan really got down to work. He speared her again and again and again, ramming his cock home so hard and so far that it almost hurt her when the fleshy tip of the thing pressed against the entrance to her womb. She didn't mind that, though. It was a good hurt, just like when she pinched her nipples.
She saw his ass rise and fall. His shoulders heaved with the force of his thrusts. There was sweat running down his face. As she gazed into his eyes she could see how turned-on he was. He really looked frantic.
She couldn't believe how horny her little pussy felt. It clutched at the big cock every time it thrust into her. It was like her pussy wanted to keep him from ever taking it away again.
She wanted to have her hole permanently plugged by that hard dick of his.
"Make me come! Make me! Ohhh! DADDDDYY!"
She tossed her head back and forth on the sweat-soaked pillow as she felt that mighty ramming dick tie her body in knots. Her hair was wet with sweat and she felt little strands of it stick to her cheek. Her whole body felt like it was one tingling twat. Even her fingertips were throbbing like they were clits.
She knew that he was about to get her off, that the next thrust or two would make her come. She had to come, or go straight out of her mind. But she didn't want this sexy torture to ever stop.
She felt the cock, which had been bucking away like crazy, pull slowly back, inch by inch.
She guessed that he was going to use this stroke to bust her cookies, and he wanted to make it a good one. He wanted to make it as hard, tantalizing, teasing a cock-thrust as he could.
Inch by inch the glistening hard dork pulled out from between the tender pink walls of her soaking wet cunt. Her clit was screaming for action. As the cock pulled back, she could feel her cuntlips press against her clit. He was good at doing that with his dork.
Then there was just the knob of his cock left inside her. She trembled and shook, waiting for the final thrust to come, waiting for him to bust her cookies, waiting for him to unwind that wound-up little body of hers.
Then he started shoving in. Really slow. Really hard. Inch by inch. Filling her wet womanhood with his hard male prong. Taking possession of the little girl's body with his manhood.
One fourth of the way in... half way... three fourths...
She would have writhed and bounced around on the bed if it hadn't been for the weight of her partner's body. She couldn't believe how cranked up she was. She just had to come.
Had to! Had to!
Then he rammed in the rest of the way with a hard, smooth motion, pressing the tip of his cock hard against the entrance to her womb.
Her whole body seemed to go numb for an instant, then it flooded with sensation as she came. Her frantic little pussy gripped at the cock in spasm after spasm of pure female fuck-joy!
And the cock responded. She felt how it quivered and shook inside her, sending stream after stream of cock-juice gushing into her, pumping and pumping and pumping like it wanted to pump itself inside out.
"OHHHHH! Come! Come! COMMMEEEE!"
Her body gave a final shudder that felt like it was going to twist her in two. Then she was finished.
She felt McClellan's cock give a final spasm, and then it was finished, too. He waited for a moment with his cock still inside her. She felt how it was starting to go soft, but only very slowly. McClellan was a two-shot man, and this was his second shot, but he could have probably managed three if he had really wanted to. Having his dick inside this luscious little girl was the biggest turn-on he could ever remember having.
Finally he pulled out. She saw how the cock was glistening with sperm. A long thread ran from the tip of it to her pussy dangling for a moment before breaking. As the cock grew softer she remembered how hard it was when she first saw it. She had done that. She had satisfied his cock so that it could now relax. A feeling of womanly pride swept through her.
She wasn't just a little girl any more. No sir. She was a hot-cunt woman who could give a man what he wanted.
McClellan seemed a little embarrassed. Finally he just said, "Thank you very much, Angela. That was wonderful." Then he turned and left.
Angela wasn't very surprised. She knew that her foster father wasn't much of a man with words. Not that that mattered. After all, he could do other good things with his mouth. And with his prick, too. That was all that counted.
She pulled on her clothes and went to her desk to begin her homework. It was hard for her to concentrate. She was sure that he would be back later on to teach her some more about this wonderful business of fucking.
She was right. McClellan had some very definite ideas for his little foster daughter. They featured her mouth and her asshole.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angela had just finished her homework when she heard a knocking on her door. It was McClellan. One look at him told her that he was ready for action. He wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and his cock was sticking out in front of him like a poker. He had one hand on it and was rubbing it gently.
The look on his face told her unmistakably that he wanted some action for that dork of his.
Angela was just as ready as he was. She had hardly been able to concentrate on her schoolwork at all. Just thinking about the big cock that she had had up her cunt had been enough to get her pussy all wet and hungry for fucking.
"Daddy, come in," she said with a smile. She felt her foster father take her in her arms and press his lips against her neck. His erect cock rubbed against her belly and the little girl's body trembled with excitement as she felt his male hardness.
He had his hands on her crotch and tits in an instant. She rotated her hips as she felt those fingers of his poke and prod at her womanhood. Because she didn't have a maidenhead any more he was able to actually poke the fabric of her panties part way up into her cunt. That made her even wetter. They were chafing her cuntlips now, but that just turned her on even more.
Her stepfather wasn't the kind of guy to waste time. She felt him pull down her panties and then start to stroke her cunt with his fingers. She shuddered again. She wondered if he was going to get her off just by feeling her twat. It wouldn't have made any difference if he had. She was a multi-orgasmic little female if ever there was one, though she didn't know that yet.
In fact, giving her a preliminary feel-come was just what her foster father had in mind. He enjoyed masturbating women. He figured it was a different kind of thing to do. A kind of appetizer. It left his cock just as ready for action as before.
He pressed the little girl down on the bed and then really went to town on her cunt and tits.
His fingers squeezed and molded the soft globes. He was surprised at how big Angela's tits were. After all, she was only twelve, and her body was otherwise very frail and girlish.
Even her hips didn't have a real womanly curve to them yet, and her ass was still skinny, but her tits were really coming along nicely.
He pulled on the nipples. They responded by swelling up more and more, already they were aching. Already little Angela found herself gasping for breath. She had never realized how fantastically sensitive her body could be.
She put her hand on her stepfather's cock. It felt good to have it between her fingers.
"Careful," he said, "that's loaded. I don't want to shoot my first come into the air."
She continued to touch it, but very lightly. That had his dork pretty fucking worked up, but not enough to come.
Meanwhile his fingers had all managed to worm their way together into her twat. Her girlhole wasn't very big, but like all cunts it was very flexible.
"Doctor time!" he said with a laugh, spreading the fingers apart and really stretching the pussy, just like he was giving his little foster daughter a gynecological exam.
That nearly had little Angela come right then and there. She'd never had a gynecological exam, and wasn't sure what her stepfather meant by that phrase "doctor time", but she sure knew how good it felt to have his fingers stretching her pussy out as far as it would possibly go.
His thumb rubbed back and forth along her glistening cuntlips. She gave a little gasp of excitement every time they pulled at the thin folds of pink, moist flesh.
Then he flicked her clit with his tongue very quickly. Her hips gave a massive shudder.
She thought that she was about to come. She nearly did come. But that one flick hadn't been quite enough to get her off. Her foster father was still just teasing her.
She didn't know how much more of that kind of teasing she could take. His fingers were driving her right out of her mind. Her body felt like it was about two hundred degrees. If she had been in a steam bath she wouldn't have felt any warmer.
She gave the cock another squeeze and felt how it quivered. She knew she had to be careful. She remembered how that tool had blasted away in her pussy earlier that day. If men were a tenth as sensitive down there as women were, then she knew just how little it would take to make her foster father come.
FLICK! That was McClellan's thumb on her clit again. FLICK! FLICK!
"Daddeeee!" the child squealed as she felt the first come shock-wave slam into her. Her cunt clutched wildly around the fingers. She shook and quivered around his hand as she came and came, and came. Meanwhile his other hand was still kneading and molding and teasing her tits, pulling on the nipples and squeezing the soft white breast-meat.
Her body gave a final spasm and then lay still. He moved his fingers around in her pussy one more time and then pulled them out.
She looked at his hand. It was glistening wet with cunt-juice. She saw him start to lick the cunt-juice off his fingers.
"Could... could I have some too, daddy?" the child said.
"Sure." McClellan held his fingers in front of Angela's mouth. The little girl pressed her lips against them as she licked off her own salty female fluid.
Angela touched her foster father's cock again. Man, was that thing ever hard! She could guess that feeling her pussy to a come had gotten McClellan worked up. He had to have a come.
"Now, Angela," she heard him say, "I figure that if you're going to be a grown woman now you should know how to do the things that grown women do."
That was fine by Angela. She wanted to learn as much about sex as she possibly could.
"So now I'm going to have you give me a blow job."
Angela stared at him wide-eyed. The sex manual at school had just used technical terms, so she didn't know what a "blow job" was.
Her foster father saw her confusion.
"A blow job is really a suck job," he said to her. "It means that the girl sucks the guy's prick."
Angela licked her lips. She had gotten cock in her cunt, and now she was going to get it in the mouth. The sex manual had talked about "oral sex" and the subject had seemed interesting.
In a way, the idea of having his cock shoot sperm into her mouth seemed a bit disgusting, but it seemed exciting too. She guessed that once she got used to it, the exciting part would be what counted.
She was right.
Her stepfather lay back on the bed. His massive cock lay on his stomach, stretched out to full size. Angela gazed at it. This was the best chance she had had to examine it. Men were so funny in a way. It seemed completely natural to have a hole there between your legs. It must be funny, she thought, to have that big thing growing there instead!
She was glad she didn't have anything like that, but she was also glad that her foster father did have one. That cock had sure given her plenty of pleasure so far.
"How... how do I go about sucking your prick?" she asked timidly. She was aware how little experience she had with sex.
"Just use your imagination. I'll let you know when you're doing a good job."
Angela put her face down close to the cock so that she could get a good look at it. She touched it gently with her right hand. It already looked as hard as a board, but that touch made it a whole lot harder.
She noticed how the balls were pulled up tight against the root of his prick. She took the ball sack between her fingers and gently squeezed, just like he did with her tits.
"Nice!" he said as he felt her slender fingertips on his balls.
She thought it was pretty nice too. Her clit was pulsing and throbbing with excitement again, and she knew that her nipples were really bulging out from her tits. She loved it when they did that. She wished that they always would.
She slid her tongue out of her mouth and started to lick the head of the cock. She remembered some of the things that the sex manual at school had told her about oral sex.
But that was just part of it. She had a fine instinct for sex. She was one hundred percent female. That meant that she was one hundred percent oriented towards sex.
She looked at her stepfather. The smile on his face told her he liked the things that she was doing with his cock. By now the whole prick was glistening wet from her saliva. She slipped one hand down to her crotch and started to feel up her pussy. She was just learning that no matter how many times she came, she was always ready for another come.
The licking was fun, but something about the look of that long male sausage made her want it between her lips. She slid them over the end of the thing and started to suck right at the spot where the head joined the shaft.
"Oh wow!" she heard her father say. "That's one of the best spots on a prick for sucking!"
The way the cock got even bigger and harder between her lips showed her that he wasn't kidding.
She pressed her lips against the dork as hard as she could. With her right hand she kept on pulling and fondling the ball sack. Her stepfather's breath was coming in big, heavy gasps now. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she had him coming.
If she kept on playing with her warm, wet little pussy like she was doing, it wasn't going to be long before she was coming. She wanted them to both come at the same time. She thought that would be neat.
Even though she could tell that sucking her foster father's cock on the place where the knob and the shaft joined was really driving him wild, she didn't want to just do the same old thing.
So she started slipping her lips up and down the length of the shaft. She wondered if that would feel to him like his cock was going up and down inside a cunt.
It sure did, and he really loved it!
She finally moved her lips way down so that she could suck on the very back of his prick.
That meant that the head of the cock was buried so deep inside her throat that she could hardly breathe.
But man! The sensation of having her whole mouth and throat stuffed full of prick like that had every firebell ringing. Her clit was screaming to be touched. She knew that the instant she touched it she would be coming to beat hell.
She could also see from the look on her stepfather's face and from the loud, labored way he was breathing that this "deep throat" action that she had just discovered had him climbing the wall. She couldn't believe how hard his dick was. It totally filled her mouth and throat.
Angela pulled her mouth back so that she could take a gulp of air. Then she slid the head of the cock down into her throat again. The feel of that cock was too good to give up just because of a silly little problem like breathing!
Suddenly she felt the cock give a sort of extra little stiffening. She wondered what it was. A second later, she found out as a great gob of spunk came shooting out the end of the dork and splattered against the back of her throat.
Gush! Gush! gush!
The stuff spurted and spurted. She had to get some more air, and she pulled her mouth back, so that now the sperm was spattering against the roof of her mouth. As she gulped for air, she nearly inhaled a gob of sperm, and that made her sneeze and cough, but she didn't give a shit. Gagging on sperm was fun too!
Her pussy was ripping away, just like his cock. She hadn't even had to press her clit. She had already gotten herself so wound up down there between the legs having her foster father come in her mouth was enough to get the kid off.
Her cunt clutched at the fingers she had up it, and her hips bucked and heaved with excitement. She felt her back sway from side to side and her shoulders quivered with the force of her come! Come! COME!
And all the while she kept on sucking. It didn't matter how much manjuice her foster father was shooting into her. She couldn't get enough!
His cock gave a final shudder and then stopped. The pressure of her lips got another couple of drops oozing out. But that was it. He had shot his load!
She had a whole mouthful of spunk, and more trickling down her throat, making it tickle.
Angela kept her mouth on the prick for a while, even though he had finished coming. She liked the feel of that big thing in there, and it was hardly going soft at all. This was only her foster father's first come, and his dick had plenty of starch left in it.
She slipped her tongue back and forth over the cock, kind of basting it in its own juices, then she slowly pulled her lips off. She wanted to be careful and not lose a drop of spunk.
Now that she had a mouthful of the stuff, she didn't have any thought at all that sperm in the mouth might be disgusting. She knew that it was "neat", just like she thought everything else about sex was "neat".
She managed to get her lips off of the cock, only spilling a drop of jism, which went sliding down her chin.
"Open up so that I can have a look," McClellan said. He was obviously really turned on from knowing that his little foster daughter had a mouth full of his sperm.
The child tilted her head back so that she could open her mouth without the jism spilling out. Her father peered into the mouth. He saw the pool of spunk.
Then she closed her mouth and swallowed the stuff in one gulp. It felt really slick and funny as it slid down her throat. But it also turned her on like hell. Her clit tingled with excitement as she thought how she had just sucked a man's prick and swallowed his j ism.
McClellan could have gone for a second shot right away, but he figured it would be more fun for both of them if they rested. Fucking was like eating - best when you're hungry.
"You're a big girl now," he said, "so I guess it's time I let you have a drink." The reason he said that was that he couldn't think of a whole lot else to say. He had always been known in the town as a solid citizen, but not very lively. What the townspeople didn't know about was his lively prick.
Little Angela was excited about being allowed some liquor as she was about the fact that she had started fucking. Both of them meant she was a grown-up woman now.
Her foster father returned with a couple of Scotches. He had made hers extra weak, but she still coughed and sneezed as she sipped it, even though she tried hard not to. She knew that sophisticated grown women didn't cough and sneeze when they had whisky with their lovers.
Actually, she would have liked the taste of a cola a whole lot better, but she sure wasn't going to say that.
Both of them were sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as jays. That meant that they could get a good look at each other's equipment.
They were both easily turned on. Just seeing her foster father's big dick already had Angela so ex- cited that her pussy was making a wet spot on the bedspread. The cock was still hard despite the blow job, and Angela could imagine having it inside her.
The way her foster father kept glancing at her showed that he was a hell of a lot more interested in her developing twelve-year-old body than he was in his drink.
She felt him put his hand on one of her tits. She retaliated by starting to squeeze his cock, soon both of them were feeling away like mad.
The drinks were forgotten. They knew they wanted some more sex. Angela wondered what her foster father had in mind. He was the one who knew all about sex. It was up to her to follow his lead.
"Get on your hands and knees," she heard him say. She did so. Meanwhile, he went to her bureau and got some hand lotion. He rubbed this on his prick by way of a lubricant.
When the cock was glistening wet, he came up behind her. She felt him put his hands on her waist and squeeze. She imagined that he was going to enter her cunt from the rear.
She had read about that position in the sex-education book at school.
She was right about the entrance from the rear. It was the cunt that she was wrong about!
He wasn't in any hurry to get started. She figured maybe that was because he was enjoying himself so with her tits. Because she was on her hands and knees, they were hanging heavily away from her body. When she was standing up they were big for a twelve-year-old girl, but now that she was on her hands and knees they were really noticeable. She felt his fingers roam back and forth over the smooth white skin. She felt his fingers pull at the hard nipples. That just made them a lot harder and more eager to be touched.
He pressed her tits up against her chest and let them flop down again. Then he took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled the tits in opposite directions before letting go of them so that they could flop together again.
Then she felt his prick press against... her asshole! For a moment she thought that her father must have made a mistake.
"Daddy!" she said, "that isn't my cunt, that's my... "
"I know," he said, and shoved on in.
Because of the hand lotion all over his prick there wasn't too much trouble with the friction, but she was still pretty tight, and she gave a little gasp as she felt him penetrate her bowels. He went deep inside her and she felt like his prick was going to come out her throat.
"Like?" he asked.
"Y-yes... I do," she said timidly. It had taken a while for her to get used to the idea of getting her foster father's prick up her butt, but now that she had gotten used to it, she kind of liked it. She wanted to be totally possessed by her foster father. And the way for him to do that was make use of every part of her body.
He paused while she got used to having his cock up her ass. Then he started pumping away. At first he went slow and easy, like when he had fucked her cunt for the first time.
But she could tell how excited he was by the way he went faster and faster as he slammed his prick up her butt again and again and again.
"Ooohhhh! Daddy!" she moaned. As he slammed his cock home, she could feel his hanging balls slap against her butt. He had both his hands on her tits and was pressing and kneading them like mad.
Angela felt really fucked and contented, but her cunt felt a little bit left out. She didn't have to wait long, though. McClellan slid his right hand down her belly and then cupped her crotch with it, pressing his fingers against her clit. She shuddered with delight and gave a little squeal.
The fingers wormed their way up into her cunt and pressed against the cunt walls. That meant that they were very close indeed to the slamming prick that was reaming her asshole. Then they both pressed at once and it felt like there wasn't any part of her body below her waist that didn't have him intruding into it.
The other hand kept right on playing with the tits, first one, then the other. That meant that she was getting action in "all three important places - tits, cunt and asshole. She would have liked to have some part of his body to suck on with her lips, but there wasn't one available. So, supporting herself on one hand, she put her other hand next to her face and sucked on her own thumb. That wasn't a tenth as good as sucking on something like hard prick, but it would just have to do.
Buck, heave, fuck, FUCK! His cock was really laying it into her, bucking away like there was no tomorrow. She felt her whole body crackle with electricity. Her belly muscles and back muscles tautened up for the come. She knew that when it hit it was going to be a real barn burner.
Only a couple more strokes of his cock would get him off. She had learned enough about pricks already to know from the feel of his tool as he rammed it up and down her ass that it was really ready to blast.
Then he pulled out really slowly and rammed home hard as hell while pinching her tender little clit with his thumb and forefinger. The other hand gave a similar pinch to her right nipple.
"Eeeeeyowwwww!" she yelled. It wasn't that the pinching really hurt. It was that she was starting to come, and come like hell. She thought that her spine was going to snap in two.
She thought that her skull would just burst. It was a real cunt-busting, mind-blowing come!
Come! COME! He pressed his hands even tighter against her as she trembled and heaved and shook around his cock. He was still shooting away, gushing load after load up into her butt.
She gave a final gasp and then collapsed, limp on the bed, totally fucked out.
He pulled his cock out of her and stroked her hair with his hand while she gasped and panted and tried to get her breath back.
"I guess we've both just about had it for the night," he said. "Sweet dreams."
She dreamed about nothing but prick that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning she was afraid that maybe her foster father would have changed his mind and didn't think that they should do any fucking. It was true tat he wasn't her real father, and even though she called him "Daddy" she'd only been living with him for a couple of years. But now that she thought about it, the fact that they had been fucking did seem pretty odd.
She went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The first way she knew he had come into the kitchen was that he came up behind her and put his hands on her tits.
"Hi, beautiful," he said. The feeling of those strong fingers on her breasts let her know that he sure as hell didn't plan to stop fucking her.
She guessed how his cock must be cramming up against the fabric of his pants. Sure enough! When she turned around, she could see the massive bulge that his prick made there.
She pulled down the zipper of his pants and fondled the cock through his cotton underpants. That made the dork even bigger and more excited.
He wasn't wasting any time, either. He had a hand under her skirt and was feeling up her cunt through her wet panties.
She knew that she didn't just want to feel him to his come, though. She dropped onto her knees and put her mouth on the dork after pulling it free of the underpants.
The cock felt just as good in her mouth this morning as it had the night before. She felt her muscles tighten. Her nerves started to tingle with excitement. She already had one hand between her legs and was feeling her cunt up like crazy.
McClellan just stood there in front of her, rocking slightly on his feet. The feel of those thin little-girl lips on his prick was driving him up the wall.
As she sucked on the cock, Angela felt up the hanging balls with her right hand. There was something so funny about the hairy sack. Curious about what it would be like to suck on them, she took her lips off of his rod for a while and slipped them over his nuts. His balls were really big, and she hardly had room for them in her mouth. After a second or two she went back to sucking his cock.
Then she slipped her mouth off of it again and licked up and down the length of the hard whanger until it was glistening with saliva. It was so hard she knew it wouldn't be long until she got another mouthful of spunk.
She felt the cock give that telltale little stiffening. Then it started to blast, gushing away, sending gob after gob of warm mancream into her mouth. She kept on sucking and the stuff kept right on shooting. There was spunk on her tongue, under her tongue, between her cheeks and her teeth-every where.
The cock quivered and shook between her lips. And as it did so her tender young body heaved with the come that blasted through it. Just when she felt the first gob of his sperm hit the back of her mouth, she pressed her fingers hard against her throbbing little clit.
Bingo! That was all she needed, and her pussy erupted in a series of little explosions.
This time, instead of being careful with the sperm, little Angela used her tongue to force some of it between her lips and the cock that rested between them. Drop after drop of the stuff went oozing down her chin.
Finally, she took her mouth off the cock.
"Omigosh!" she said, looking at the kitchen clock, "I'll miss the school bus!" She pulled her dress into order and headed for the door in a hurry.
"Angela darling!" her father said.
"Yes?"
"Your chin!"
Angela realized that she had about to go running out the door with several drops of milky sperm still on her chin.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, wiping the stuff off quickly, and then she dashed out after the school bus.
It was hard for her to concentrate on her classes. She knew what was waiting for her when she got home. Her foster father's juicy big cock, that was what!
Sure enough, as soon as she got in the door her father started to undo his pants. She could tell from the look on his face - and from the stiffness of his dick - that he had been looking forward to this moment all day, too.- "Now," he said, "on with the business of your sex education."
Angela was eager to learn more about fucking, so she listened attentively.
"So far," McClellan said, "we've been doing positions where the man takes charge. But there are also positions where the woman does the work. And they can be a lot of fun for everyone."
So saying, he flopped down on the bed. He took his stiff dork in his hands and held it aloft.
"Now," he said, "place yourself so that you have a knee on either side of my hips."
Angela did so. She could guess now what the rest was. She started to squat down on her father's cock.
"Good girl," he said. "You learn fast."
She felt the head of his cock press against her cuntlips. She slid her hips back and forth, causing the cock-head to rub against the tender pink sex-skin. She gave a little purring noise.
"MMMMmmmm," she said.
She worked her hips so that the head of the cock went sliding on into her twat. Then she rotated them causing the shaft of the cock to move around in circles.
"You're a clever little minx, aren't you?" her foster father said.
The expression on his face told her clearly just how much he was enjoying what she was doing. She knew he was eager to have her slide down his cock. But she also knew how much she enjoyed it when he made her wait a bit. Being frustrated was almost the best part of fucking - sometimes.
Her own nerves were starting to get frazzled. The head of her foster father's cock felt good in her pussy, and the way she was moving her hips, the shaft was causing her clit and cuntlips some fun too. But the inside of her pussy was yelling for action. She wanted to be filled up with hard male meat. She wanted to have that massive dick inside her right away.
So, she slid the rest of the way down his cock, impaling herself on it, filling herself with his hard manhood. She gave a sigh of contentment as she felt how the thing drove up into her, forcing the walls of her pussy apart.
Now she had him all the way in her cunt and she was sitting on his balls. She jiggled playfully up and down before getting to work.
She had never even heard of this position before, but she was a bright girl. She could figure out from here what she was supposed to do.
She unbent her knees, lifting her whole body up and pulling her cunt up over his cock.
Inch by inch se was freeing his dick from the tight, wet confinement of her cunt. Soon just the head of the cock was in her. She paused for a second to tease him, and then headed on down again.
Up and down she went, with a smooth, easy rhythm. She suddenly realized that she had a natural talent for this kind of thing. There was nothing fake about the look of contentment on her foster father's face.
He wasn't completely passive. The sight of those pert young tits of hers jiggling in front of him as she worked her body up and down was enough to get his hands on them. He reached out so that his hands could cup the sweet young globes. As the little girl moved her twat up and down over his frantic cock he pressed the smooth white tit-flesh. He rubbed his palms against the nipples. They were already swollen up to about three times their normal size, but that just made them get even bigger.
"Ohhhh, Daddy," the twelve-year-old purred as she worked the man's thick cock.
She felt the muscles in her back and belly tighten. She felt her nerves get wound up like clock-springs. She was breathing in time to the strokes of her cunt. She had her eyes closed. Beads of sweat trickled down her face.
Just a couple more strokes would do it. Just a couple more. Just a couple more...
Suddenly she realized that the next thrust of her cunt would get her off. She hoped he was ready.
He was.
Down she slid, burying the cock deep inside her. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't do anything but bury that prick in her pussy.
Down... down... down...
Suddenly she was coming, and coming hard, her pussy exploding in a series of frantic quivers. This time as it contracted it had something to grab... McClellan's hard cock. And the cock responded instantly. She felt it stiffen up some more, and then belch its load of mancream into her.
Coming... coming... coming... Cock shooting, cunt quivering, two bodies writhing and wriggling to the force of their come... come... COME!
"Whewwww... " she sighed as the last spasm left her. She was still kneeling with his cock inside her pussy. The cock wasn't in any hurry to go soft, either. Both of them stared at the sweat pouring down the other's face and body. Angela's tits were covered with little rivers of sweat.
She eased herself off of the cock and flopped down on the bed next to her beloved foster father.
Both of them lay there, getting their breath back and enjoying each other's closeness.
But they were both pretty horny people. They weren't going to be satisfied with one measly come for very long. Soon she felt her foster father's fingers as they pried and poked at her crotch. His fingers wormed their way up her tight little snatch. She pressed her legs together to increase the pressure.
That felt nice, but they both wanted something a little bit better than a hand job.
"Let's sixty-nine," McClellan said.
"Sixty-nine?"
"That's a combined blow job and cunt-lapping," he answered. "Just lie on your side facing one way, and I'll lie the other direction. That way we'll be able to get at each other's equipment with our mouths."
"Sounds neat."
"It is," he said, "and after you've done a sixty-nine you'll have done all of the 'basic stuff.
You can go on learning about sex for the rest of your life, but you'll know all the important things now."
Excited, Angela positioned herself on the bed like her foster father had told her to do. He got into position too. She could feel his breath on her cunt. She knew that any second now he would start to lick her pussy. She could hardly wait.
Meanwhile, she slipped her lips over his cock and started to suck on it. Sometimes she thought that sucking prick had to be just about the best part of sex.
Then she felt something to change her mind-the light pressure of his tongue on her cuntlips.
He just grazed the delicate pink skin with the tip of his tongue. Gave just the very lightest pressure. She shivered with excitement. She could hardly believe how good that felt.
Flick! Flick! Flick! He sent the tip of his tongue dancing over the wet twat. Already she was soaking down there. Just knowing that he was going to start licking her pussy had been enough to get her good and moist, and now that she was actually feeling the pressure of his tongue there she was really oozing.
The tongue poked and pried at her cunt, pulling the cuntlips one way and then the other.
She shivered and trembled and tried to repay him by sucking his cock as hard as she could and teasing the tip of it with her tongue.
She felt the tongue go gliding into her vagina. She was glad that her stupid maidenhead wasn't there to get in the way any more.
He sent the tongue in as far as he possible could. Then he pressed the tip of it against the cunt-walls, rubbing them as he twisted the tongue back and forth.
His ballsack was pulled up against the root of his prick as tight as it would go. She pinched the wrinkled, hairy skin.
He pulled his tongue out of her vagina very suddenly. That way the tongue brought a lot of her cunt-juice sloshing into his mouth. Then he sent the tongue back for more. There didn't seem to be any way that he could get enough of her cunt-dringle.
Now he had the tip of his tongue pulling around the outside of her vagina, stretching the opening first one way and then the other.
She felt her hips quiver with excitement. She knew that she was right on the brink of her come.
He shoved his tongue slowly towards her clit. She knew that she was going to blast off the instant his tongue touched her there. Well, that was good, because she could feel from the stiffness of his cock that it was about to blast too.
Slam! Her hips jerked with the first come-blast. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! She writhed and twisted while her pussy came and came and came. And all the while her foster father's tongue tip slurped back and forth across her twat. She had his prick blasting too, and she felt the luscious warm male fluid splatter against the roof of her mouth.
When they had finished they both lay on their back getting their breath back. As she looked at the ceiling, Angela thought about how only the day before yesterday, she had never even had a come. Now she was a full-fledged woman.
"I guess the best things in life are free after all," she thought.
She didn't know it, but soon money would be charged for the use of her sweet little pussy!
CHAPTER SIX
McClellan was supposed to be one of the most financially successful men in town. He knew otherwise. His business seemed prosperous, but some short-term debts that were coming due threatened to wreck him.
He needed money badly and the only place he could think of borrowing it was from his brother Henry.
The trouble was, Henry was about as tight-fisted a prick as you'd ever meet. He didn't get along badly with McClellan, but when it came to money, he drew the line.
"You know," McClellan explained to Angela one evening after they had finished fucking, "if I can't borrow a couple of thousand bucks from Henry, I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You can't talk him into it?" Angela asked.
"No. But... maybe you could."
Angela opened her eyes wide. She couldn't understand what her foster father was talking about. Why on earth would his brother listen to her when she asked him to grant a loan?
"I noticed the last time we were over at his house," McClellan said, "he seemed to be very... interested in you."
"Oh."
Angela understood what her foster father was driving at. His brother might be willing to grant the loan if, as a kind of fringe benefit, he could get his prick in Angela's sweet little pussy.
Angela was kind of taken aback. She had heard that there were women who used sex to get things, but she had always been taught to believe that such women were pretty low.
Now her foster father was asking her, in effect, to become like them.
"I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't that I need the money really badly," he said.
"That's okay, Daddy," she said. She trusted her foster father a lot. If he thought that something was all right, that meant that it was all right. He and Mrs. McClellan had been good to her in the couple of years that she had been living with them. She decided that she would have to be really ungrateful not to fuck with Uncle Henry, if that would help her foster father.
Uncle Henry was a bachelor who lived in a big house on the other side of town. The next day he heard a knock at the door and found Angela there.
"Hi, Angie," he said, eyeing the delicate young thing. "What brings you visiting a lonely old man?"
Even though he didn't yet know why she was there, there was a hungry glint in his eye.
Angela had learned enough about sex to recognize that glint. It was the same one McClellan had when he had been waiting all day for her to come home from school so that he could shove his prick into her steamy little twat.
"I was riding by on my bike and I got awfully thirsty," Angela said. "I thought I'd ask if you could give me a drink of water."
"Besides," she added, "I always like visiting with you."
Uncle Henry asked her to come in. As she did so she rubbed "accidentally" against him.
She felt his cock give a surge in his pants. Yep, there could be no doubt about it. Uncle Henry was keen on little girls. And particularly keen on her.
"This'll be like shooting fish in a barrel," she thought.
She sat down in front of him in the living room, making sure that the hem of her skirt rode up really high.
She could see Uncle Henry's eyes light up even more. She knew he was thinking how if that skirt was hiked just a little bit higher he would be able to see her soft little pussy!
So she shifted her legs on the big arm chair to expose a bit more of her legs.
After finishing the glass of water she got up to put it in the kitchen. She brushed against Uncle Henry's hand as it hung over one arm of the chair he was sitting in.
Uncle Henry had never been able to get much sex in his day, and his day was long past.
Above all, he'd never been able to get what he really wanted.
Coming back from the kitchen, Angela stopped behind his chair and started running her fingers lightly through his hair.
"Mmmmm, you have such nice, silky hair," she said.
A glance in the direction of his cock showed that it was just about ready to bust through the crotch of his pants if he didn't unzip. She could hear how hard he was breathing.
She walked around so that her legs were right next to one side of the chair. Uncle Henry reached a hand out and touched one of them before quickly pulling it back. He didn't have much self-control left, and what he had was going quickly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
"Oh, that's okay," she said, "I came here on business, anyway."
"Business?" His voice was quavering. Having this luscious little filly near him was driving him nuts.
"Yes," she said, sitting back down opposite him.
"Business?"
"My daddy really needs to borrow that money from you... "
"Out of the question!" was his automatic response.
"Are you sure?" the girl asked softly as she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
"Are you... do you mean... " That was all he could say. He realized what the girl's offer was, but he was so excited that he could hardly speak.
"N-nonsense," he stammered. "No pleasure is worth that much."
He was crazy about little girls and about Angela in particular, but he loved his money too.
"I'm not asking you to give my daddy the money," she said, unbuttoning the next button of her blouse. "Just lend it. It's a sound business deal, and you know it. You're just being stubborn because you enjoy it, you naughty old bear."
She said that very softly, unbuttoning the next button of her blouse and licking her lower lip.
"All right," he said suddenly, the last of his self-control leaving him. His cock was crammed so hard against his pants that it hurt. He couldn't pass up this chance to realize his lifetime fantasy of fucking a little girl. Angela was just the right age too - half little girl and half woman.
"Mmmm, I thought you'd see reason," Angela said, and to show that she was going to give Uncle Henry his money's worth she unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and took it off.
She had wondered whether or not to wear a bra. She had finally decided to wear it. That way it would be easier to tease him.
The sight of those bra-covered tits had him nearly coming in his pants. The bra wasn't a very heavy one. He could see the perky little nipples poking out against the fabric.
Licking her lips again, Angela reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. For a twelve- year-old who hadn't even beaten off until a few days ago, she had sure learned a lot. Her seductress act was something she had picked up from old movies, but Uncle Henry was too hot and bothered to care about that.
The bra came off and her tits bounced into sight, round and firm and luscious.
Uncle Henry reached down to his zipper. His cock couldn't stand to be confined a second longer.
"I'll do that," Angela purred. She knelt in front of him. She nuzzled his cock through the fabric of his pants, then took the zipper in her teeth and pulled it down.
The cock punched out hard against the underpants, making a real tent. Uncle Henry wasn't all that young any more, but he sure the fuck had some juice left in his prick.
"Would you like me to blow you?" she asked him.
"No. Let's fuck," he said. He wasn't sure whether he would have the pep for two comes, and he wanted to make sure he got his dick into the little girl's pussy. That was something that he had dreamed about all his life.
Angela lay on her back with her legs spread and her slit smiling at Uncle Henry. He pulled his pants and underpants off and his cock bobbed into freedom.
Not bad, Angela thought. I guess they run in the family. Uncle Henry's cock wasn't quite as luscious as his brother's, but McClellan's dork was so superb that that didn't matter.
The man got on top of her and started covering her whole body with kisses. His tongue licked and slurped back and forth over her tits, teasing her nipples into a state of frantic hardness. He wasn't exactly subtle, but he was so obviously turned on that Angela liked what he was doing.
One of his hands was on her pussy. Now he at last had his fingers on the delicate pink cuntlips of a twelve-year-old girl. He could feel how the skin was moist from her cunt-juice.
There was just a very little bit of pubic hair, too. It was obvious that she hadn't been a woman for too long, despite the fact that her tits were so large.
Angela felt his fingers worm up into her pussy.
I guess guys really like sticking their fingers up twats, she thought.
She had one hand on his cock and was squeezing it. She was being careful, though. She knew he was afraid of coming before he got his whanger into her, and Angela believed in giving value for money. She didn't care for Uncle Henry all that much, but holy shit, she was going to give him the best time of his life!
"Mmmm, that feels so nice," she said as he pulled at her throbbing nipples and rubbed his fingers against her clit. "Why don't you really put it to me now? I don't think I can wait much longer for that big cock of yours."
Having a pretty young girl tell him that she couldn't wait for 'that big cock of his' nearly made him come right away. But he kept himself under control. Angela felt him press the tip of his prick against the entrance to her cunt. That was the part of fucking that she liked best. After all, her cuntlips were so sensitive, and it was nice to feel some good pressure on them and know that it wouldn't be long until she had some hard meat really in her pussy.
And man, there sure as hell couldn't be any doubt about how hard Uncle Henry was! She had never felt her foster father any harder, and that was saying a hell of a lot.
Then she felt the knob of the cock go gliding into her body as Uncle Henry gave a thrust with his hips. In it went, in... in... in... She gave a low moan. She knew that if she had a million pricks thrust into her during her life she'd never stop enjoying that feeling of being filled up and penetrated by male hardness.
Uncle Henry's jaw was quivering now, and a little trickle of saliva went running down his chin.
Shit, I hope the old geezer doesn't have a heart attack, Angela thought.
She felt the cock start to slide back and forth inside her pussy. For someone who hadn't done any fucking in years, Uncle Henry was doing a damn good job. Angela felt her slim little twelve-year-old hips undulate with excitement as the cock plunged back and forth inside her.
"Give it to me! Give it to me hard! Ooooh, that's so nice, Uncle Henry! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Make my twat come! I have a hot twat! I have a hot twat! Make it come!"
The man's hips bucked faster and faster, and his nuts pressed against her as he drove his cock home again and again. And his hands weren't letting any moss grow under them, either. He had a tit in each one of them and was pulling and pinching the nipples till they were sore.
"Oh! Ohhh! OHHHH!" Angela moaned.
She wasn't faking it, either. She was the kind of chick who was ready to enjoy any hard dick that anyone felt like giving to her.
Her body quivered with excitement. Uncle Henry saw the sweat running down her face, and he licked it off of her, just like a mother cat licking its kittens. Angela would have giggled as she felt the tongue wash her face, but she was too far gone to think about her face. All that she could think about was her cunt, and how good his prick felt in it as he worked it back and forth, back and forth!
Her pussy clutched hard at the sliding cock. It didn't want that luscious hunk of manmeat to be ever taken away.
"Can't stand it! Can't! CAN'T!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side.
Uncle Henry had really picked up speed now. He let her have another four strokes like a burst from a machine gun.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
And she was COMINGGGG! The little girl let out a kind of half scream as her cookies busted. She felt her body heave and shake and she came and came and came. The orgasm was like two hands twisting a dish-towel, but it was her body that was being twisted till it felt like she would be squeezed in two!
Uncle Henry was getting his rocks off, all right. She felt how his cock was shuddering away inside her, sending his jism spattering up against the entrance to her womb.
Finally he was done, and so was she. He lay on top of her, panting for breath. Then he pulled his cock out.
"You've made an old man very happy," he sighed as he lay next to her. She could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't giving her a load of bullshit. She could guess she had helped him fulfill a fantasy that he'd had kicking around in his skull for quite a while. She felt sorry for him. Besides, she had really enjoyed that fuck, and she wasn't the kind of girl to turn down a chance for more sex.
"The show isn't over yet," she whispered.
The instant she said that, she was really glad she had. Uncle Henry's face lit up with happiness. He had figured that in exchange for the loan to his brother he would just get one ride on the merry-go-round. But it wasn't so.
"Why don't you lick my pussy," she suggested. "I'd really like that."
That was just what Uncle Henry had in mind. His cock still felt in pretty good shape. He figured now that he would probably be able to get a second shot out of it right away if he wanted to, but it would be good to give it a bit of a rest first.
Besides, Angela already had her legs spread, and the sight of that delicate pink gash was really something else again.
He placed his mouth not on her cunt, though, but on her toes.
Angela was a little bit surprised. It was almost as if Uncle Henry wanted to worship her.
She was right. But this was just the preliminary to the real worship that was going to take place soon. That was going to involve his kissing her wet little cunt!
He worked his way up her legs towards that pussy. He was at her ankles now and moving higher with every kiss.
Angela realized that even though he was a funny old guy in a way, Uncle Henry had some of his brother's flair for sex. It was really kind of neat to have his mouth work its way up her legs like that. Angela enjoyed being worshipped. Her cunt was really going wild waiting for his mouth as he moved up closer and closer to it. She wanted to put her hand on her burning cuntlips. They were dying for some action. But she knew she would enjoy Uncle Henry's tongue even more if she waited for it.
He was working his way up the inside of her thighs. She could hear him take deep breaths through his nose. She guessed that he was trying to pick up as much of her female odor as he possibly could. Her cunt was so wet that she knew it was pretty fragrant by now.
His nose was just a couple of inches from her pussy now. She could hardly stand to wait any longer. Her pussy lips were burning. Drop after drop of female juice was oozing out of her pussy.
Uncle Henry had succeeded in doing just what he had set out to do: get her cunt good and frantic so that she would really appreciate his tongue-job.
Then Angela felt him press his nose against her pussy-lips. He gave a couple of really deep sniffs. He didn't want to miss any of that girl-smell. Then he actually shoved the tip of his nose into her twat.
Angela was just about to go out of her skull. She could hardly stand to wait another instant for his tongue on her pussy.
Slurp! There it was, pulling across the delicate pink cuntlips, rubbing them to one side and then the other!
She shivered with excitement as she felt the old man's tongue dart back and forth across her steamy little twelve-year-old twat.
"Ooooh, Uncle Henry, you're so good!" she sighed. Her cunt gave little convulsions of excitement. Her clit was throbbing and pulsing like a toothache. She had her hands on her tits and was pressing and squeezing them as hard as she could. The nipples had turned into hard little nubs of passion.
The tongue slid back and forth along the slick cuntlips. Uncle Henry had a real talent for pussy- licking, no question about that. He really knew how to get a female's motor running, of course, Angela was such a horny little piece that it wasn't hard to get her twat all hot and bothered. Well, that was sure what it was now!
"Make me come, Uncle Henry! Make me come! Bust my cookies! Please! Please!"
But Uncle Henry knew better than to make her come right away. He knew that when a woman thought she couldn't stand any more teasing or stimulation on her pussy, she really wanted the teasing to go on and on until she was crazy.
Angela felt Uncle Henry's tongue go slithering up her vagina like some kind of snaky, kinky cock. She loved it when a man did that with his tongue. Uncle Henry pressed the tip of the tongue all around the insides of her pussy, rubbing the tip against the slick cunt-walls.
Angela could hardly breathe now. She felt little rivers of sweat pour down her face. She knew she had to come soon. She just couldn't stand any more of this teasing.
All the while she could hear how Uncle Henry was taking big sniffs through his nose as he drank in the pungent odor of her excited little pussy.
He pulled the entrance to her twat one way and then the other with the tip of his tongue.
He slid the tongue-tip back and forth along her burning pink cuntlips.
She was sure that she was about to come, but Uncle Henry didn't have any intention of letting her off the hook yet. He had waited all his life to lick a twelve-year-old twat, and he was going to make the most of it. Just when Angela was sure that she was going to bust her cookies, she felt the tongue move to her less-sensitive outer cuntlips, where it slid back and forth in the light hair that covered them.
He wanted me to cool off a bit, she realized.
A few seconds later he seemed to think that she had cooled off enough for him to be able to go back to work, for she felt the tip of his tongue slide down from the furry outer cuntlips to the wet pink inner ones.
"Uhhhhh!" she whimpered.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
Her hips trembled and shook with excitement. She couldn't believe how horny this funny old man had gotten her with that educated tongue of his.
Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now. Her head was swimming. Her pussy felt it was on fire. Even though it was soaking wet from his spit and from its own female juices, her twat felt like it was going to melt from the heat any second.
Uncle Henry seemed to sense that she really couldn't take much more of his tongue action. She felt his tongue inch up towards her pulsing clit. She knew that the instant he touched her there her cunt would get the relief that it was screaming for.
Closer and closer he got, while Angela's delicate little shoulders heaved and shuddered with excitement.
Please, she thought. PLEASE! Make me COME!
Then the tip of his tongue pressed firmly and gently against her clit.
For an instant it was like her body was completely numb. She couldn't feel anything. Then the sensation came flooding back into her and her whole being exploded with a kaleidoscope of sex-spasms!
"Aggghhh! I can't stand it! Can't! Can't! I'm COMINGGGG!"
Her hips gyrated wildly. She felt her cunt smash against her Uncle Henry's eager lips.
He didn't care. He just rode with the punch, and kept on slurping away with his lips and tongue on her burning, agonized cuntflesh.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted in time to the spasms that were slamming into her body like machine-gun bullets.
"UHHHHH!"
That was it. The last shock hit her, and then she was still, laying on the floor like a broken doll. She could hardly be sure she was still alive, she felt so totally washed out. She was too numb even to move a finger. All she could do was lie there on the floor and try to get her breath back and keep her head from spinning so much.
All the while Uncle Henry's lips and tongue continued to play with her delicate pink pussyflesh.
She could hardly stand to be touched there, she was so super-sensitive after the tongue-job he had given her. But she was too weak to say anything, too weak to try and move away from the old man's hungry mouth. So she just let him nuzzle and lick her. Soon the sensitivity subsided a bit, and it was kind of nice to be still getting some action there between her legs. Angela was the kind of girl whose pussy felt lonely and neglected unless it was getting some kind of stimulation.
She knew it was her Uncle Henry who needed stimulation now, and needed it right on his stiff cock. She glanced at his tool and saw how achingly hard it was. it was true he had already gotten one come, but the excitement of licking his little foster niece's warm wet pussy had gotten his dork all cranked up and ready to go again.
She decided that now would be a good time to try out that position she had learned from her father where the woman does the motions. "Top riding" was what he had called it.
Uncle Henry wasn't all that young any more, and even though his cock was as stiff as a bar of iron, she could guess that he wouldn't mind taking it easy as far as the bucking and heaving went.
She placed her delicate little hands on his body and nudged him to make him turn over on his back, then she got on top of him with her knees on either side of his hips. The look on his face told her how much he was looking forward to it.
Maybe he's always dreamed of having a young girl do this with him, she thought.
She was dead right.
She reached between her legs and took hold of Uncle Henry's big, stiff prick, which she held pointing up in the air with the fleshy knob aimed at her cunt. Then she lowered her hips down toward the thing.
Soon she felt the tip of the prick pressing against the entrance to her pussy. She rubbed her cuntlips back and forth across the end of the cock.
Soon she felt the tip of the prick pressing against the entrance to her pussy. She rubbed her cuntlips back and forth across the end of the cock.
Uncle Henry gave a little grunt of contentment. She could see that he really liked what she was doing with him.
She slipped the head of the cock into her twat. She paused for a second, teasing him, making him wait, then down she slid, enveloping his cock with her cunt, impaling her tender pre-teen body on his hard male prong.
Down... down... down, until she was sitting on his balls. She jiggled up and down on them, smiling at him. She loved playing the role of the seductress. She felt really proud of the fact that she was now a "grownup woman."
Uncle Henry was content at first just to watch her rub her own tits with her hands, squeezing the milky white skin between her fingers and pinching and tweaking the throbbing hard nipples.
Soon, though, he reached up and put his own hands on her tits. She was glad. Her tits were so sensitive that they enjoyed any action that they got.
They enjoyed action from a man's hands a lot more than they did from herself, though.
Now she started to move her body up and down over his cock. The cock was really thick.
It wasn't as long as her foster father's, but really broad. That didn't matter, though. The excited little girl's pussy was awash with female lubricant. In fact, every time she moved her body up or down over the cock she could hear a little squishing sound. Even though she felt good and filled up by Uncle Henry's prick, she could go as fast as she liked without feeling sore in the cunt.
She started out slowly, though. She had learned that from her foster father. She really liked the way he began on her cunt nice and slowly and then built up to a really wild pace.
She moved her tight little pussy up and down with a slow, even motion that applied plenty of pressure to his dick. And every time she lifted her cunt up or slid it down she felt how her cuntlips pulled across her clit. She already needed a come, even though she had only just started.
She thought, I wonder if other girls have pussies half as sensitive as mine.
She was moving faster now, really riding the old man. He looked so happy. She was really glad she had decided to do this. She was also glad that he had gotten the loan that her beloved foster father needed, and she was enjoying the feeling of Uncle Henry's hard cock in her pussy. But she was also a good-hearted girl who liked to make other people happy.
She could guess that Uncle Henry hadn't gotten much tail recently, if he ever had. She was glad to give him some pleasure.
The only thing that had her kind of worried was that the old fellow was puffing and panting like a steam engine. She didn't want to cause him a heart attack.
Of course, she thought, if you've got to have a heart attack I guess that fucking is about the most enjoyable way to go.
Her pussy was sliding frantically up and down over the old man's cock now. Her clit and pussy lips were driving her out of her little skull, and if Uncle Henry's fingers had time to make her nipples any bigger and harder she was sure the nipple would burst.
She knew she almost had him coming. Just another thrust or two of the cunt would do it.
Her taut belly muscles pulled as she lifted her cunt up and down over his dork again and again with a smooth, even motion.
"Angie! Angie!" Uncle Henry moaned. She felt his cock, which was already as hard as a board, give an extra little stiffening. She knew what that meant.
As she slid down his cock she felt it start to fire, it gave a shudder and then another and another, and started to pulse and pump inside her.
Down she slid, all the way, impaling herself totally on the hard male organ as it pumped and pumped its load of spunk into her.
Just feeling that cock blasting off inside her was enough to get her superheated little twat going. She felt a big shudder ripple through her body, and then every muscle she had unwound as all her pent up female fuck-need let fly at once.
Both of them groaned and gasped and shook their heads from side to side as they felt the force of the come blast through them.
It seemed like it would never stop. His prick just kept pumping and pumping like it was going to pump itself inside out. Her body felt like it was going to go on shaking and heaving and trembling till it shook itself to pieces.
Then, just when they didn't think they could stand it any more, their comes burnt themselves out. The two of them didn't speak for a while. They just drank in fresh air in great, heaving gulps. Angela felt funny little aftershocks go rippling up her spine.
Finally, she eased her twat off his cock. She felt the male come and the cunt-juice come trickling out and run down the insides of her right thigh, now that Uncle Henry's cock was no longer blocking her little woman-hole.
Uncle Henry's eyes lit up as she saw that. He would have licked the inside of her thigh clean, but he felt too weak to move at the moment.
"That was fab, Uncle Henry," Angela said quite truthfully. "But I've got to be going now."
Uncle Henry didn't have any objections. He knew that he had had all he could take for the moment.
"Will you come back to see me?" he asked. "Sure," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She bicycled on home and was met at the door by her foster father. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"I just got a call from Uncle Henry," he said. "He's willing to grant me that loan. I guess you must have made quite an impression on him."
"Guess so."
"You didn't mind, did you?" he asked.
"It was good fun," she said. "Your brother Henry isn't as good in bed as you are, but he's pretty darn good anyway."
"Well, here is a chance for you to make a direct comparison," her foster father said. The idea of his little foster daughter whoring for him - and that was pretty much what it amounted to - really had turned him on.
He took her in his arms and held her close so that she could feel his hard cock press against her belly. He still had his pants on, but that didn't matter. His prick was so big and hard that she could have felt it through a dozen layers of cloth.
She placed her little hand on his crotch and squeezed the prick. It tried to swell up even more although it was trapped in his pants.
"Owww," he said. "Let's get that thing out of there."
She was happy to oblige. She pulled the zipper of his pants down and his cock instantly punched out against his underpants. She gave it another squeeze through these, and then worked the clothes off him so that they fell around his ankles.
The prick bobbed out into the open, expanding to its full size. Because the two of them were standing so close together she couldn't get a good look at it, but she could feel it.
And man, did it ever feel good and hard!
Even though she'd just come back from a busy afternoon's fucking, Angela was ready for more prick. She was always ready for prick.
Her foster father was in too much of a hurry to wait for her to get down on the floor. He forced her up against the nearest wall. Angela felt his fingers grab hold of her sopping wet panties and pull them down. Once they were out of the way there was nothing standing between her hungry little pussy and his even hungrier cock.
So she wasn't surprised to feel the big, fleshy head of her foster father's cock press against her twat. The thing rubbed back and forth across her burning pussy-lips. Then she felt it slid into her.
"Uhhhhh!" she groaned as the cock pressed aside the walls of her twat. She couldn't believe how lovely it felt to be penetrated like that, to have a man totally take possession of her body with his dork.
McClellan kind of rotated his hips so as to screw the erect prick around inside the girl's pussy. She was already wriggling and twisting around his prong like a fish on the end of a fishing line.
Because she was so much shorter than he was, he had to keep his knees kind of bent. He bent them even more, and that caused the cock to come sliding part way out. When he unbent them, that sent it gliding in again. In and out he went, while Angela felt his lips cover her neck with kisses and his hands tease and torment her soft tits until she almost wanted to scream. Her nipples were throbbing with excitement now, growing bigger and bigger with every second.
Even though his face was nowhere near her cunt, she could hear him take deep breaths through his nose. She guessed that her cunt must be so wet that it was filling the air all around them with its female odor.
In and out he went, bucking faster and faster, pressing her little ass against the wall. For Angela, who was still only partly undressed, it was kind of like being raped - and she loved it.
Then he stopped. She guessed that he wanted her to take over for a while. She lifted herself on the balls of her feet and then let herself down. Repeating the actions, she moved her cunt up and down over his prick, which he kept at a low level by leaving his knees bent.
Her cunt was clutching so hard at the cock that it almost made it difficult for her to slide her pussy over it. She felt her whole body get more and more tense. It wouldn't be long now till she came.
And she wanted him to bring her to a come. She wanted him to play the aggressive role this time. Seducing Uncle Henry had been fun, but she preferred being passive and female.
She stopped moving, and her foster father took up the action again.
He understood the signal and started pumping away himself, really putting his back into it, really driving away with his cock, plugging it into her soft, wet little pussy again and again and again.
She felt her body tense, go numb and then suddenly jerk and shake from the sensations that slammed into it. Her cunt grabbed convulsively at his cock, which responded by squirting gush after gush of warm mancream into her.
The two of them rocked back and forth as they stood there, their bodies locked together while they came and came and came!
"Not bad, not bad at all," her foster father said with a grin as he pulled his prick out of her steamy pussy. "It's been years since I've done anything like that."
The smile on Angela's face told him that she had liked the fuck every bit as much as he did.
It wasn't long before both of them felt ready for the next round. Angela was stroking her father's prick, waiting for him to suggest something.
"I know," she heard him say, "let's just beat each other off. It's not strenuous, but it could be fun."
Up to this time, Angela had just been idly teasing her foster father's prick. Now she really started to go to work on it. She rubbed her fingers back and forth along the hard shaft. It seemed to get even bigger and harder, though that was hardly possible.
As for her pussy, it wasn't long before she felt her foster father's fingers on it, rubbing her pussy lips between them. Those little moist labia of hers were sensitive as hell. It only took about two seconds' worth of McClellan's fingerwork for her to be all cranked up and ready to come again.
They both thought it would be fun to see how long they could prolong things, though. She had grown very expert in "reading" cocks. She could tell from the way one felt in her cunt or her mouth or her hand just how close it was to coming, so when she felt her foster father was about to start shooting, she eased off a bit. She even took her fingers off his cock completely. For a second or two she just played with his balls. It was like when Uncle Henry had licked her furry outer cuntlips. It gave him a chance to cool off.
She had thought at first that her foster father was going to get her coming right away. The way he had gone to work on her pussy had her shivering like she was naked out in the snow.
But he was as good at reading cunt as she was at reading cock. Just when she thought that he was going to have her busting her cookies, he eased off on her, too.
Of course, she only had one part of his body to play with. But while his hand teased and tormented her tender young twat, she also felt his other hand on her tits. She was so sensitive up there that being fondled on the tits was almost as enjoyable for her as being fondled on the cunt.
Both of them were breathing heavily now, and had a kind of glassy stare in their eyes.
They knew they couldn't take much more of this.
Angela felt her foster father worm his fingers up into her cunt and start to press them against the warm slick walls. She knew that he was trying to get her off now. He was working her up to her come.
She started to squeeze his prick right at the spot where the fleshy head joined the shaft.
She knew now just what a fantastically sensitive part of his body that was. As she gassed at his taut ballsack, she saw it pull up even tighter against the root of his prick.
"Mmmmm, good girl," he grunted as she squeezed the mighty dick. She gazed at the tip of it, thinking how a stream of milky mancream would soon come shooting out of it onto her hand. She licked her lips. She could be able to use her tongue to clean the stuff up.
Her hips shuddered, and she felt her back muscles tighten till it was almost like she was going to break in two. She knew that her come would hit her any second. Her clit was pulsing and throbbing. Her cuntlips were smoldering hot.
Then her hips gave a sudden jerk. Her back felt like someone had kicked it with an army boot. She was coming, and man, was she ever coming hard!
"OHHHHH! OH! OH! OHHHH!" she moaned as she felt the shock waves slam into her pussy. She contracted hard around her foster father's thick fingers.
She pressed her own fingers against his prick at the spot where head and shaft joined and was rewarded with a little geyser of creamy spunk.
The stuff gushed out, one pulsing throb after another, shooting through the air and falling back on her hand or his belly. She felt how the cock kept quivering between her fingers as his balls unloaded. All the while her own little body was just about to tear apart with the force of its twat-busting come!
When they were finished they lay there together. McClellan gently fingering his foster daughter's cunt and Angela licking the sperm off her hand and his belly.
She was thinking about how nice a time she had had with her foster father's prick. But she was also thinking about something she had learned today with Uncle Henry: that a girl can make money with her twat...
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Honey," Angela's foster father said to her, "you didn't really mind it when you fucked with Uncle Henry, did you?"
"No. Like I said, it was a lot of fun."
In fact, she had promised Uncle Henry that she would call on him next week. He had said to her that there might be a "little present" for her if she did.
"Well, what I'm getting at is, if you didn't mind fucking Uncle Henry to do me a favor, how about with someone else?"
"You need another loan?"
"No, business is going fine. Very fine, in fact. But I've got an important deal coming up, and in business it's often customary to "sweeten the pot" a little by providing the visiting representative with some sex."
"I see."
"And I know this guy fairly well. He'd never admitted before that he liked his girls young, but I've noticed how he always would remark how pretty young girls who passed us on the street were. I sounded him out a bit this time, saying how I liked young girls, and he admitted that that's what he wanted too."
"What's he like?"
"Not a bad guy. good-looking. Middle-aged but well preserved."
Angela thought it would be interesting to try out another prick for size. There wasn't much left of the sexually ignorant little girl of a week ago. She knew that what she liked best in the whole world was cock.
So, that evening she went off to the hotel where her foster father's business contact was staying. So that no suspicions would be aroused in the lobby, McClellan accompanied her up to the other man's room, then he left the hotel by another entrance.
Angela felt a little nervous as she knocked on the door, but when she opened it she found that the man she was to fuck really was very handsome and distinguished-looking, with wavy greying hair. She glanced down the guy's crotch. Sure enough, his cock was making a real tent in his pants. Just waiting for her had given him one hell of a hard-on.
"Hi, I'm Angela," she said. She could tell that the guy was a bit nervous, even though his manners were pretty smooth. After all, what he was doing was against the law. She didn't know if her foster father had told him that she was his foster daughter or not.
"Oh, Hi, I'm Bill Trench," she heard the man say. "Would you like a drink?"
Soon they were sitting on the sofa sipping Scotch. She'd gotten a bit more used to it since the first time she had had it.
She could guess that Bill Trench was the kind of guy who had gotten in plenty of girls' panties before, but he was awfully nervous with her. He was so used to fucking with women that he didn't know how to go about initiating sex with a twelve-year-old girl.
Well, seduction of older men wasn't anything new with her, so she put her hand on his knee and slid it up towards his crotch.
"I'm sure that we're going to have a good time together," she whispered.
That broke the ice all right. Trench's nervousness left him. He was back in his element now as a big stud. He put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her thin little body close to him, while the other hand started to unbutton her blouse.
"Nice tits," he said, squeezing them through the bra. Then he got that unhooked. She felt his lips press against her nipples. They were already half-hard, but they responded by swelling up all the way.
He moved his hand down from her tits to her crotch. He slid his fingers up her dress, expecting to find panties, but she hadn't worn any.
"Hey, I like that. I wish more girls would follow your example," he said as he fingered her moist, soft pussy-flesh.
She gave a little sigh. There was nothing in the world like having a man play with your twat, as far as she was concerned. She knew she was doing her foster father a big favor, but that hardly counted now. What mattered was that this guy Trench was interested in her pussy.
He had quite a cock, too, least as far as she could tell by feeling it through his pants. She pulled the zipper down and worked the cock out through the piss-vent of his underpants.
McClellan had told her that Trench was a hard-driving businessman. Well, his cock told her that he was a real man in other departments, too.
It was even bigger than her foster father's cock. She was a little bit nervous that she might not have room for it, but at the same time she was eager to feel herself crammed full of that hard man-meat. As far as she was concerned, being stuffed full of cock was what being female was all about.
He had her skirt off now, and she pulled his pants and underpants down. They were both naked now and ready for action. She could feel the warm cunt-juice ooze out of her pussy and down her thigh. His fingers just wouldn't let that little twat of hers alone.
"How about a dog-style fuck?" he said.
"Up the cunt?" she really didn't think that she could take that massive prong up her asshole.
"Sure," he said, "why not? No girl ever lets me give it to her in the tailpipe, and I take that as a compliment." he squeezed his cock between his fingers. She could tell how proud he was of its mammoth size.
She got onto her hands and knees, her tits hanging away from her body. Then she felt him press her waist between his huge hands as he got his body into position.
The tip of his prick pressed against her twat. He gave a shove and sent it gliding in.
"Oooooh," she said. It almost hurt, the cock was so thick. And when he had it all the way in, the tip was pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb.
"Hey, you really ore big," she said to him.
"You mind?"
"Naw, I'm pretty wet, so I don't think that we'll have any problems."
He sort of worked his cock around in her cunt and stimulated her clit with his fingers to make her even wetter. When she was really good and soggy inside, he started to pump his hard dork back and forth inside her.
That cock really was huge, but her cunt was pretty good at stretching. And now that she had gotten used to the feeling of being so totally crammed full of prick, she really was starting to like it. The fit was so tight that whenever he pulled back it really did feel like he was going to pull her pussy inside out. And when he rammed back in, her cuntlips rubbed against her clit in a way that made her think she was going to start coming right then and there.
He sure wasn't leaving her tits alone, either. He had them pressed hard against her chest and was rubbing them with his palms. He gently pinched the nipples, too, and let the tits flop back down again from time to time.
But the real action for her was that mighty rod pumping back and forth in her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side, trying to work off some of the frantic tension that was building up inside her.
She could feel the sweat trickling down her forehead and soaking her roots. She could feel how her tits were wet with sweat.
She knew he was going to get her off soon. He had to get her off soon. She couldn't stand too much more of the kind of action that she was getting from him.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Make me come! Make me COME! PLEASE!"
Only a few more strokes would do it. She knew that. Just four or five more.
He knew it too, and he laid the next strokes into her body with all the strength he had.
One!
Two! Almost!
THREE! She was right on the brink! Right on the fucking brink!
FOUR!
FIVE! That was IT! IT! IT! She was coming, her body twisting and jerking around his cock, which spewed and spewed and spewed. She had never known that a guy could come for so long. She had thought that her foster father must hold the record, but no, Bill Trench was just pumping and pumping like he planned to keep on all evening.
And the pulsations of his cock in her tight little pussy kept her coming and coming too.
"EAGHHHHH!" she almost screamed as the orgasm shook her and shook her.
Then it was over, and she heard her customer give a self-satisfied chuckle. He had given her one hell of a fuck, and he knew it.
"Wow, that was really something," she said.
"So were you," he replied. "I've never had a chance to have sex with a girl as young as you before, but what I thought all alone was right. The younger the better!"
"Maybe next time you should go for an eleven-year-old," Angela said with a smile.
"Not a chance," he said. "I like these too much." And he gave a friendly little poke to each of her tits.
"You men really are all alike," she said.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't want to live without us, huh?"
"Nope," she admitted. "Not for one instant."
They talked for a while. He said to her, "How lucky am I going to be?"
"Meaning?"
"Have I had my lot?"
"No, I'd be glad to get some more action out of that prick of yours. I like my work."
It gave her a little thrill to talk about fucking as "her work," just like she was a regular whore. Like a lot of females, she was excited by the idea of being paid for fucking. To show him that she meant what she said, she reached out and squeezed his cock.
It had never really gone soft at all, and that one squeeze of her hand was enough to make it so hard she could have thought that he hadn't had a come for days.
"How about something different?" he said.
"How different?" She was still afraid that he might want to get his huge cock up her little asshole.
"Have you ever fucked sitting in a chair?"
"Nope."
"So let's try it," he said. There was a desk in the hotel room, with an armless chair shoved under it.
"Perfect," he said, pulling the chair out from under the desk. Then he sat down in it, holding his cock up in the air.
"It' sort of like top riding, but it has lots of advantages all of its own," he said to her.
She guessed what she was supposed to do now. She placed a leg on either side of the chair and then squatted down on the erect prick. Soon she felt it slide on into her, filling her pussy up totally.
If he was just a fraction of an inch wider or longer I wouldn't be able to fuck with him, she thought as she felt how huge his prick was.
"Shall I start?" she asked. She realized she was supposed to move her body up and down by pressing her feet against the floor.
It wasn't long before she found out what was so good about this position. With the regular top-riding fuck, it's kind of hard for a guy to keep his hands on the girl's tits. They're at arm's length, and her head is totally out of the way.
But now she was facing her partner with her tits at the level of his chest. It was the easiest thing in the world for him to keep his hands on them and he could nuzzle and kiss her face and neck too.
Also, something about the squatting position caused her cuntlips to really rub against her clit. She was really getting wound up in the cunt department.
"Ooooh, nice," she purred as she worked her slender twelve-year-old body over his dork.
She got a nice rhythm into her body as she slid her cunt up and down over his prick.
"No kidding," he said, "you really do have a talent for this sort of thing."
She didn't reply. She was too excited now to be able to speak. All she could do was just keep working those smooth, slick cuntwalls of hers over his cock.
She felt his already iron-hard dork get stiffer and stiffer and stiffer. He was breathing as heavily as she was now. His eyes had a kind of glazed look. She knew he would be coming really soon, and so would she.
She needed it just as much as he did. She slid down the length of his dork again, really fast.
Angela wasn't halfway down when she felt the massive cock start to tremble and shoot.
Even though this was his second shot he sure as fuck had plenty of jism. She could feel the stuff spatter against the entrance to her womb.
She sat on his lap with his cock still inside her. It was still pretty hard. He kept on playing with her tits. He pressed his lips against hers and gave her a really nice French kiss, working his tongue passionately against hers.
"That's all for now?" he asked.
She could tell that he was the kind of guy who could easily manage a third shot if he wanted to.
The idea of another round tempted her, but that cock of his was so big that she was afraid that a third fuck would make her pretty sore, even though she was so wet. Besides, she felt kind of exhausted.
" 'Fraid so," she said with a smile, easing her pussy up from over his cock.
She got dressed and was about to leave, when Trench handed her a white envelope.
"A tip," he said.
"Thanks," she answered, her voice really sounded excited. She was really turned on by the idea of making money fucking. It made her feel all slutty and sexy.
When she got out of the room she peeked into the envelope.
There was a fifty-dollar bill inside it.
"Wow," she thought, "whoring isn't just fun, it's profitable!"
CHAPTER NINE
The next couple of weeks went by with her sharing her favors with her foster father and Uncle Henry. Uncle Henry paid her too. At first he had asked her if she would like him to buy her presents. But she didn't think that an old man like Uncle Henry who lived in a spooky old mansion like he did would have much of an idea what kind of things to buy for a young girl. Not that she told him that. But she did tell him that it would be more "convenient" if the presents were in the form of money.
"He, he, he," he chuckled, "you're getting to be quite a little pro."
"Uh huh," she said with a smile, "but I like to think that I give value for money."
"You sure do that," he said, pulling her to the ground. And a second later he had his prick shoving back and forth inside her warm, tender little twat.
Then one day the phone rang.
"It's for you," her father said, "a satisfied customer."
"Hi," the voice on the other end of the line said, "do you remember me?"
"Sure. The wavy hair, classy suit and huge prick. And generosity, too. Would you like to have a date?"
Little Angela imagined that this was the way that professional call girls talked. It was just this mixture of genuine little girl and genuine sexy female that drove all the men who had sampled her wild.
"Sure, but I've got a problem. A friend of mine in town. A business associate. He likes young ladies, too. Do you think that you could handle both of us?"
"Gee, I dunno. There's so much of you that I'm just about worn out when I've finished giving you a good time."
"I see," she heard him say. She could tell from the tone of his voice that he was kind of flattered to know that two fucks from him was all that a girl could take without being "worn out."
Then he said, "Maybe you have a girlfriend who would like to earn a little extra money?"
Angela thought a bit. "I can't promise you anything, but I'll see what I can do. I'll call you back."
She then called her friend, Elizabeth. Elizabeth was her best friend and she didn't have any secrets from her. And since Elizabeth had always bragged about having had sex, Angela had told her something about her goings-on. Elizabeth had been pretty fascinated to hear about the fact that Angela made money with her pussy.
"That's prostitution, isn't it?" the friend had said.
"Uh huh," Angela had answered her, "and do I ever love it!"
Even though Elizabeth hadn't exactly admitted that she would do likewise, Angela could tell that she had been fascinated by what she had heard.
So now Angela gave her friend a call.
"Hey, Beth," she said, "are you where no one can overhear you?"
"Sure. No one is in the house but me."
"Okay. How would you like to have sex with a businessman?"
"I only know what one of them's like, but you can have him if the other one isn't so hot."
There was a pause on the phone. Elizabeth had never actually fucked, though she had bragged about doing so. But she sure wasn't going to have her bluff called now. Besides, she was really eager to find out what sex was like.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "But do I get... "
"Paid? Sure you do," Angela laughed. "I thought you were pretty interested when I told you about that part of it."
So that evening the two girls went to the hotel where Bill Trench and his friend were staying. The friend, Dan Donaldson, was a bit younger than Bill, but a nice-enough looking guy. They were both delighted with the little playmate that Angela had brought with her.
There couldn't have been a bigger contrast in appearance. While Angela had blonde hair, Elizabeth's was coal black. Angela had big blue eyes, but Elizabeth's were almost as dark as her hair, both girls were stunning examples of young girlhood.
The guys dicks poked out hard against their pants as they saw the sexy young females that they were gong to have a chance to fuck.
"Which one do you want?" Bill asked his friend.
"Gee, they both look good enough to eat," Dan said.
Bill licked his lips. That word "eat" made him think of something that he hadn't gotten around to with Angela last time but that he sure didn't want to forget this time.
"Do you girls have a choice?" Bill asked.
"Gee, you're both so handsome I guess we don't," Angela said. "You have such a huge prick, I know, Mr. Trench. But I'm sure Mr. Donald- . son's cock is just as nice." She glanced at the tent which Donaldson's cock was making in his pants.
Finally they decided by flipping a coin that Angela would fuck with Donaldson and Trench with Elizabeth.
I hope she wasn't just bullshitting me when she said how she had had so much sex, Angela thought. That cock of Trench's is pretty big for the first time!
That was just exactly what Elizabeth thought when she saw Trench's prick after he pulled off his pants, but she wasn't going to admit to Angela that she was still a virgin, not after having told her otherwise.
Soon all four of them were naked and feeling up each other's equipment. Donaldson was a slender, wiry guy with what looked like a slender, wiry cock. But Angela didn't have any objection to that. She had never been fucked with that kind of a cock before, and she wanted to experience as many different kinds as she possibly could.
Trench placed Elizabeth on the floor and got on top of her. Soon he had his cock resting against her maidenhead.
"Hey," he said, "you... " But the look on Elizabeth's face told him she didn't want him to let her friend know she was still a virgin.
Elizabeth was tense as a piano wire. She was really frightened of that big cock now. All girls are a bit frightened of being penetrated for the first time, but Angela had lucked onto a guy with a cock which was really thick. She knew she couldn't cry out, not if she didn't want her friend to know she had lied to her about all the sex she was supposed to have already had.
She felt Trench give a couple of trial nudges against her membrane to see how strong it was. She was shaking with fear now. He paused as if to ask if she really wanted him to ram into her. She gave a little nod of her head.
He gave a quick shove of his prick. Elizabeth could hardly believe the stab of pain she felt, but she had had her teeth clenched and she just clenched them harder. Trench was impressed that she didn't make any cry at all.
And at that moment Elizabeth knew it was worth it. The pain was replaced by the most wonderful feeling as the cock drove into her pussy. In it went, inch after inch, filling her up, making her feel even more female than she had on the day she got her first period.
Elizabeth's cunt was actually a lot bigger than Angela's, so that once the pain of having her maidenhead burst had passed she didn't feel any discomfort at all.
Once Trench saw she was all right, he started to work his dork back and forth inside her with that smooth, steady motion that Angela had liked so much when she fucked with him.
"Mmmm, lovely," Elizabeth sighed, and the relief she felt now that the pain was over made the pleasure even better.
Her hips undulated in time to his thrusts, giving little counter-thrusts of her own. She could feel how her cuntlips rubbed against each other and against her clit. That little fun-button was throbbing and pulsing till she thought she was going to go crazy, and all the while she had the feeling of his massive prick sliding back and forth inside her tender, moist little twat, working away, fucking her, driving her wild with come-need, turning an inexperienced little girl into a woman.
His hands were busy on her tits, too. She had discovered masturbation, so that this wasn't the first time her tits had ever been played with. But man! There was no comparison between doing it to herself and having a man do it to her with his big, manly fingers. He kneaded her tits like dough while she trembled and quivered with excitement.
She nuzzled and kissed his neck with her thin little twelve-year-old lips. Her body was so much smaller than his that it was almost like a cat fucking a mouse, but man oh man, were they ever enjoying it!
She felt the tension build up in her cunt. She felt her head start to spin, felt how hard it was for her to breathe. She felt the way in which little rings of fire seemed to burn their way up her pussy and all the way up her spine.
"Please, Bill! Please! Please!" She was loving the attention her cunt was getting from that massive prick of his but she couldn't stand it much longer. He was driving her straight out of her mind with those firm, hard thrusts of dork up her cunt.
Then his cock started to shoot, and she felt a river of sperm go gushing up against the entrance to her womb. The cock was coming and coming and coming like it was never going to stop. And the instant she felt it start to shoot her own come hit her. Her cunt clutched hard at the pulsing, spewing male tool, and she felt her body shake under her weight. She knew if he hadn't been pressing her down she would have been jerking and rolling all over the place.
She gave a sigh of contentment as he pulled the cock out of her pussy. Then she went into the bathroom to wipe away any blood that might let her friend guess that this had been the first fuck for her.
And what a first fuck! She couldn't imagine another introduction to sex that could have possibly been better. And to think she was going to get paid for this, too!
I'm a woman! I'm a woman!
Meanwhile, Angela was having every bit as much fun, except that she was an old hand at fucking by now, so there wasn't the fear that Elizabeth felt.
It turned out she had guessed right. That wiry prick of Donaldson's was really something.
And one reason for that was the position he had chosen.
"Ever fucked with your knees held together?" he asked her.
"You mean from in front?"
"Uh huh."
"Come on. That isn't possible!"
"Sure it is."
She felt a bit annoyed by that, so she said, "Okay, if it's possible, why don't you show me."
"I was planning on doing that."
She lay on her back and pressed her knees together so hard it hurt. Her slit was totally concealed by her thighs.
Donaldson got on top of her. He held his erect prick in his right hand. He guided it between her thighs... and put it into her cunt.
He was right. The position was possible. And it was really great.
What made it possible was the way the flesh of her thighs was so soft his hard cock didn't have any trouble at all shoving in. And the cunt itself, being inside the pelvis, wasn't affected by the position of the legs. What was affected was the entrance to the cunt. Her cuntlips were pressed really tightly against each other and against the thighs. When he shoved his cock between them, that really increased the pressure. Because of the thighs being so soft, it was possible for him to get his cock in, but man, was she ever stimulated there between her legs!
He paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of her tight cuntlips around his prick, letting her enjoy the way her pink little labia were getting so much stimulation.
He started to pump away, working his cock back and forth with strong, deliberate strokes.
Because the entrance to her pussy was clutching so hard, he couldn't really build up much speed, but that didn't make any difference. The way his cock and her supersensitive cuntlips were mashed together, even the slowest stroke was almost enough to make them come.
She felt her body tremble and quiver under him. She loved to have a man's weight pressing down on her. It was like having a man's cock inside her pussy. It made her feel possessed, female.
"Fuck me, Dan, fuck me hard! Hard!"
Man, was that ever fine! His long, thin prick pumped away inside her, mashing her cuntlips between itself and her thighs.
He had his mouth pressed against hers, and their moist tongues wrestled against each other in the wet confines of her mouth. She even bit him gently with her teeth and scratched his back with her fingernails.
His ass rose and fell as he rammed home again and again into her excited, moist pussy.
"Fuck me, Dan! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Then they were coming, and coming really hard, with his cock gushing and spewing all over the place, filling her pussy with warm spunk. And that pussy was quivering with excitement, tingling and pulsing with womanly come-need.
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" she grunted in time to the spasms that went rippling through her.
Then it was over, and they lay together silently, with his cock still imprisoned inside her tight twat.
After a while they got themselves unwound, and there was a little break. Everyone sat on the sofa and drank champagne from an ice bucket that Trench had had room service send up earlier. It was the first time in her life Angela had champagne. She liked it a lot better than Scotch. With four of them going at it, the bottle of champagne didn't last long.
"I guess I should have ordered two bottles," Trench said.
"Oh, I can think of something else that would be nice to drink," Angela said, gazing at his prick.
He guessed exactly what it was she had in mind. And it was something he had been thinking about all evening too. Just imagining what it would be like to get his mouth on that pink little pussy of hers was almost enough to make him come right then and there.
Donaldson and Elizabeth had no objection to a partner-swap, so Angela and Trench were soon on the floor getting ready to sixty-nine.
They were taking their time about getting started, though. Both of them believed the preliminaries were almost the best part of sex.
They rolled around on the floor, hugging and kissing each other. Trench was fascinated by Angela's blonde hair. He kept running his fingers through it. He could see that she was a natural blonde, too. She didn't have much fluff around her cunt, but it was exactly the same honey-gold color that the hair on her head was.
Angela felt her cunt get wetter and wetter with excitement. She couldn't wait much longer to get her lips around Trench's cock or to feel him lick her pussy.
It looked like he felt the same way, because he finally positioned himself with his mouth opposite her crotch. It was time to get going. Or rather, get coming!
She took his cock in her right hand and gazed at it. It really was a monster. That knob on the end of it was so huge, too. She wondered how Elizabeth had found it. She had wondered if this really might not be Elizabeth's first time. But Elizabeth hadn't made a sound when that cock was shoved into her.
Angela couldn't imagine a girl not crying out if her cunt was forced for the first time by a cock the size of Trench's.
She slipped her little pink tongue out of her mouth and used the tip of it to give a light flick to the end of the dick, rubbing the tongue against the piss-and-sperm hole. The balls were already pulled tight against the base of his prick, but they pulled up even tighter when she did that.
A guy's body can't lie, she thought. You can always tell when a guy is having a good time.
She slurped her tongue back and forth over the head of the cock until it was glistening wet with saliva. Then she slid her lips over the knob and began to suck on it.
At that moment she felt the pressure of Trench's tongue on her tender little pussy. He had a terrific touch. There was something so light and teasing about it. Her hips gave a little wiggle of appreciation. She felt plenty of cunt-juice ooze out into the open.
I guess a girl's body doesn't lie either, she thought.
She started out sucking on the place where the fleshy knob on the end of the cock joined the shaft. Sure enough, his prick seemed to like that. It got even stiffer between her fingers.
Then she started to slide her mouth up and down the length of the cock. She knew that men liked to have some variety when their cocks were licked.
He was sure giving plenty of variety to her pussy.
He had started out giving really light, grazing licks to her cuntlips. Then he had started to bear down harder, pressing his tongue against her tender pink pussyflesh. After that, he had sent the tip of his tongue poking around the edges of her vagina before sending it diving into the warm, moist girlhole.
Man, do I ever love that, Angela thought as she felt the tongue slide into her. She knew the most sensitive part of her cunt was the cuntlips and the clit, but she liked to be filled up, too.
She was giving her partner some "Deep-throat" action now, sucking away at the base of his prick while the knob was rammed so far into her throat that she could hardly breathe.
From time to time she pulled her mouth back so she could get a gulp of air, but she did that as infrequently as possible. As far as she was concerned, breathing was something pretty boring and unimportant compared to the fun of having a cock rammed halfway down to your stomach!
His tongue was working around like crazy inside her pussy. She couldn't believe how wet she was. She didn't ever remember being so soggy between the legs.
He pulled his tongue quickly back into his mouth, so he could get as much pussy juice into his mouth as possible.
Angela remembered Uncle Henry doing just that.
Men really are all alike, she thought.
But it was getting harder and harder for her to do any thinking. All she could do was tremble and quiver with come-need. He had that cunt of hers so wound up she thought it would explode any minute.
The feeling of that massive prick in her throat wasn't doing much to cool her off either. She knew it was going to come soon. She could tell from the way it felt that it was going to gush its wad of spunk into her throat any second.
Trench pulled his tongue out of her cunt and slid it toward her clit, which was ringing like an alarm clock. Closer and closer the tongue came.
Angela knew that the instant that tongue touched her there, she would be coming.
And BINGO! the tongue flicked back and forth a couple of times over her clit, which instantly sent her body into a mindwrenching come! come! come!
A little extra pressure of her lips on his cock had it firing too, gushing its load deep into her throat. It was time for her to breathe now, but she couldn't - not with that stream of spunk pouring into her throat. Well, to hell with breathing!
The two of them clutched each other tightly as they felt the force of their comes ripple through them. Her hips bucked and heaved while he kept his mouth glued to her cunt. She sucked her partner's prick like she wanted to suck it dry, which was just exactly what she did want to do.
"You know," Trench said after he finally took his mouth away from her pussy, "that was every bit as good as I imagined it was going to be."
Angela had to swallow a mouthful of spunk before she could say, "Me too."
Elizabeth and Donaldson had followed their example and also sixty-nined. They were just finishing, too, and it wasn't hard to see they had given each other a good time.
"You girls go into the bathroom and hide," Trench said, "and I'll send for another bottle of champagne. That'll get us all rested for the next round - unless you've had enough?"
"I'm ready for more," Elizabeth said.
"Fucking or champagne?"
"Both."
"Me too," said Angela. Even though she'd had two comes with Trench, she'd only had his cock in her twat once, so she didn't feel sore yet. Trench's cock was hardly soft at all, and Donaldson's wiry pecker looked like it could go on fucking forever if he wanted it to.
The girls went and hid. Donaldson retired into his room - which was joined by a connecting door - so he wouldn't have to get dressed, and Trench rang room service and told them he'd like another bottle of Mumm's. It wasn't long before the champagne was there, and everyone came back into the room.
This time everyone was a bit tuckered from the fucking, so they took more time with the wine. By the time they had finished the bottle, though, they were all eager for more action.
They were a well-matched bunch - two cocks, two cunts, and all four ready for as much fucking as they possibly could get.
"How about a wheelbarrow race?" Donaldson suggested.
"Great idea," Trench said.
"What's a wheelbarrow race?" Angela asked.
"Just trust us and you'll have a good time. Now get onto your hands and knees."
The girls did as they were told, and the men got behind them. Angela figured they were going to be taken from behind. That was partly true, but it wasn't just a regular dog-style fuck that they were in for.
The men took them by the thighs and lifted them off the ground. The girls were resting on their elbows but their bodies were at an angle to the floor that had their cunts at the same level as the guys' cocks. The name "wheelbarrow" came from the fact that the girls' legs looked kind of like the shafts of a wheelbarrow.
Angela couldn't see it, but she could feel how Donaldson, who was her partner again, took one hand off her thighs and supported her body with the other one, so he could use the other hand to bend down his upstanding prick so it was at the same downward-sloping angle as her cunt. He slipped the head of his cock into her and paused for a moment.
It was a funny position, Angela thought, but kind of nice. Because of the way in which Donaldson's cock was bent down, it kept trying to get back to its old upright position. That meant that it really pressed against the back of her twat.
Having her head down like this made her feel a bit dizzy, but Angela didn't mind. She liked the way her tits hung away from her body, just like in the dog-style position.
Donaldson started to work his prick back and forth inside her cunt, going slowly at first, then faster and faster.
"Try to move forward on your elbows," he said.
She did so, and he kept bucking back and forth with his cock. Trench did the same thing with Elizabeth, but the "race" part was just a gag. It was too hard to keep the rhythm right when the girls were trying to crawl forward. Both couples stopped and just concentrated on the serious business of fucking.
"Hey, nice," Angela said as she felt the cock piston her cunt harder and harder. Her clit got all tingly and her cunt got wetter and wetter.
"Oooooh, baby, give it to me," Angela purred as she felt that massive prick ram back and forth inside her.
He was doing just that, with one hard stroke after another.
Then he was coming, spewing his load into her body in deep, hard gushes. And Elizabeth and Trench were coming too. For a moment Angela was afraid Donaldson was going to drop her, but he held onto her while his cock pumped and spewed.
That was it. The guys pulled their cocks out of the girls' cunts and lowered Angela and Elizabeth to the floor. Everyone got dressed and the girls got ready to leave.
Before they went, Trench handed each of them an envelope. Both girls knew what was in it.
"Come again soon," Trench said to the girls with a wink.
Each envelope contained a fifty-dollar bill. When Elizabeth saw it she was so happy and grateful to her friend that she gave her a big kiss on the cheek.
CHAPTER TEN
Angela was curious. What would it be like to fuck with a boy her own age? So far, all the men whose pricks she had up her tight little twat had been in their forties.
She figured that it would be hopeless to try and fuck with another seventh grader. The boys in her class were just about the silliest, most immature little turds she could imagine.
All they were interested in was sports and shit like that.
But maybe one of the tenth graders would be interested in giving her twat a workout. The trouble was, most of them were pretty stuck up about younger kids. They figured that if a girl was only twelve or thirteen she had to be a dumb little piece who wasn't worth worry about.
Well, I guess I could always ask one of them, Angela thought. She knew there was no point hoping for a date from a tenth grader, but maybe if one of them got a chance at fucking her he would say okay.
"Hey, Pete," she said to an older boy she was sort of acquainted with, "I've got something you might be interested in."
"Yeah, what's that?" he said in a bored tone of voice.
"This," Angela said. And she pulled up her skirt to expose her cunt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Pete got a good view of her fluffy little pussy.
"Hey, are you shitting me or what?"
"It's yours for five bucks," she said. In fact, she was so curious about what it would be like to fuck a teenage boy that she wouldn't have minded doing it for free, but she so liked playing the whore that she couldn't resist the temptation to ask for something, even though the five bucks was only a tenth what she got from guys like Trench.
"You putting me on?" he said. But the more he looked at that little bush the harder his prick got. They were in a really secluded part of the school grounds, behind some trees.
"Going... going... "
"No, okay, here's the five bucks," he said, reaching into his wallet. Angela knew he probably had plenty of other things he wanted to spend that money on. It made her feel proud to know he preferred to use it to get into her cunt.
"What's your pleasure?" she asked.
"Geee, the regular," he said.
She suddenly realized that this stuck-up tenth-grade boy probably hadn't ever fucked.
That made her feel really superior to him.
Angela lay down on the ground and he pulled off his pants. When she saw his prick she felt a little bit disappointed. It was okay for length and hardness, but it sure couldn't compare with her foster father's cock, let alone Bill Trench's giant dork.
He got on top of her and poked at her cunt with his cock.
Sure enough, he's never fucked before, Angela thought. He was having a hell of a time finding her vagina. He generally knew where it should be, but his first effort to ram his cock into it just made him poke her cuntlips with the end of his whanger.
"Owwww," she said.
This time he went a little more slowly and carefully. Finally he had the head of his cock inside her pussy. He paused for a moment. Angela could see the excited look on his face.
She hoped he wasn't going to be one of those males she had heard about who comes almost as soon as he got his cock into a girl's pussy.
He gave a shove and sent his cock sliding into her, then he started to pump back and forth, as if he was in a really hurry.
Not very great technique, Angela thought, but his prick was hard and every thrust of it caused her cuntlips to pull across her throbbing clit. She really didn't have much to complain about. Angela was so sensitive in the pussy department that even a clumsy fuck could give her lots of pleasure.
At first there was something ragged and jerky about the way he worked his dick inside her, but he got better with every stroke.
May have potential, Angela thought. She was so used to being high-hatted by older kids at school that she liked to think snotty thoughts about them, but it was getting harder and harder for her to think any kind of thoughts. Her back muscles were already twisting and tightening. Her cunt was clutching harder and harder at the cock as it slammed back and forth inside her.
"Uh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped as her hips writhed and wriggled with excitement.
That cock pounded faster and faster. Meanwhile, his hands were all over her tits. She had to admit that the guy was pretty good at playing with them. She felt how his fingers squeezed and kneaded the milky skin and inched the pink nipples into a wild frenzy.
"Come! Make me come!" she gasped.
She knew that just another couple of thrusts would get her off. Just a couple more...
Then his cock was gushing away inside her, and she responded. She felt spasm after spasm of come-joy shudder through her little body. Only the weight of the boy on top of her kept her from bucking and rolling all over the place as the force of her come hit her again and again and again...
When he finished he pulled his cock out of her.
"Value for money?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, pulling on his jeans and handing her a five-dollar bill from his wallet. "Can I fuck you again sometime?"
"I'll think about it," Angela said. Then she realized there was no point in her being snotty with him. "You were really fine," she added.
Compared to the grown men whose pussies she had up her cunt, he was only so-so, but there was no point in telling him that. Maybe he would get better as he got older. But as for her, she planned on sticking with men for the time being. They had bigger pricks, they knew how to use them better, and... they could pay better.
Thinking about how they could pay reminded her of something else she had to do, and that was fix her history grade. She had really bombed a major test a couple of days ago.
That pissed her off, because she was proud of being a really good student.
Well, Mr. Wooton, the history teacher, had a reputation for being kind of a stud. Maybe he would be interested in making a little trade. A good grade for the semester in return for some nice, fresh pre-teen cunt!
Angela knew she was going to have to be careful about how she approached him, though.
If he turned her down and then reported her to the authorities, it could be big trouble. She wasn't yet McClellan's adopted daughter. She was just a foster-daughter living in his home under a court order. If the court decided that McClellan wasn't bringing her up with the proper moral standards, it could take her away from him again.
Thinking about that almost made her give up her plan to fuck Wooton. On the other hand, she was interested to find out what his cock was like, and she would be assured of good history grades for the rest of the year if she could get a regular deal worked out with him.
She had asked to see him after class, to talk about how to improve her grades. She decided that she'd play it by ear.
In fact, she didn't have to make any move at all. She had only been talking with him for a few minutes about her grades and why she had fucked up on that test when she felt his hand on her knee.
She didn't gasp or act shocked or anything. She just said, "Mr. Wooton, you wouldn't want to take advantage of a young girl, would you?"
"What do you mean by 'take advantage of'?" Wooton asked.
"Taking advantage is when you don't give anything in return," she said.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about there, Angela," he said. His voice was trembling, and there were little beads of sweat on his forehead. The thought that she was willing to fuck with him was driving him out of his skull. He took his pen out and scratched over the "D" in the gradebook, then he wrote "A-".
"I always knew you were a gentleman, Mr. Wooton," Angela said.
The way she said that caused his prick to bulge up even harder against his crotch. He got up and locked the door. Then he started to unbutton her blouse.
Wooton was so frantic and eager to get to the little girl's budding tits that she was afraid he was going to tear off her blouse, or at least pop some of the buttons off. Still, she was flattered that he was so turned on by her.
He finally got the garment off and then turned his attention to her bra. She didn't have to wear panties to school because there was no way that anyone could tell if she had them on or not. But even though her tits weren't all that big she knew that they would give a telltale jiggle if she left them completely free, and there was a school rule about bras.
Even though Trench and her foster father had already fucked countless women, they both sometimes had trouble getting her bra unhooked. She had begun to suspect that it was a basic male difficulty. And sure enough, Wooton was having a hell of a time getting her tit-holster unhooked. What made it harder for him was that he was so anxious to get his hands on those breasts of hers that the hands were really trembling.
At last he got the thing undone and took it off. For a moment she thought the guy was going to come right then. He gazed at her soft young tits with his mouth hanging all the way open and a funny stare in his eyes. Then he started to kiss and lick them, gently pressing his lips against the smooth white flesh and flicking his tongue across the swollen nipples.
The nipples perked up right away. Soon they were really big and aching.
Angela could feel plenty of action down between her legs, too. The cunt-juice was starting to ooze out of her steamy little pussy and trickle down the inside of her thigh.
His right hand was gliding up that thigh now, moving closer and closer to her twat. She shuddered with anticipation. She couldn't get over how wonderful it was to feel the pressure of a man's fingers on her pussy.
Her nipples were throbbing and pulsing with excitement now as his lips continued to caress them. He actually started sucking on them like he was a little baby. It was funny for twelve-year-old Angela to have a grown man suck on her nipples like that.
Then his fingers pressed against her pussy. He slid them into the warm, moist slit and pressed them against the tender cunt-lining.
Angela's hips quivered as the fingers pushed one way and then the other inside her.
She pulled Mr. Wooton's zipper down and hauled his cock out. It was a fine hunk of meat.
The hairy balls were already pulled tight against the root of the prick.
He wanted to get that prick inside her right now. He eased her off the chair and half-carried her to the desk. He laid her on it and pulled off the rest of her clothes.
A moment later he was inside her, thrusting his prick back and forth with gusto. The difference between his technique and that of the tenth-grade boy was like night and day.
Mr. Wooton's cock-thrusting was self-assured. He knew he had a good tool, and he liked to use it.
"Ooooh, so fucking FINE!" Angela said, her body getting tenser and tenser. The fuck was so good that she would have been glad to have it even without getting her grade changed.
She figured that was what whoring was based on - men don't realize that all women are so hungry for prick that they're perfectly happy to fuck for free.
Mr. Wooton's muscles sent his cock driving into her pussy in one thrust after another. She could see his shoulders hunch with each jab. His ass rose and fell in time to his strokes as the massive prick slid back and forth on the slick pussy fluid that lined her cunt.
"Ah! AHHH!" she moaned. Her mouth was hanging open now and her head was lolling from side to side. It didn't take much prick action to get little Angela frantic with come-need, and that's just exactly what she was now.
"Gotta come! Gotta!" she stammered over and over and over again in time to the cock-thrusts.
"Please!"
"I can't STAND it!"
"Mr. WOOTON!"
That final jab of his cock way, way up her steamy little pussy was all it took. She felt her cunt clutch desperately at the hard cock even as the end of it pressed against the entrance to her womb.
Come! Come! Come! Both of them trembled and shook together as the come shocks blasted into them. His prick was gushing away in her twat like a fountain. She could feel gob after gob of spunk go shooting up into her.
"Oh! Oh! OHHHH!"
And then it was over, and they lay there on the desk top panting for breath, Wooton's cock still inside her pussy, still almost as hard as ever.
He pulled out and said, "Now that I'm good and slick, this is probably the best time."
"Best time for what?" Angela asked.
"You'll see," he said, turning her over on her belly.
That was a dead giveaway, and Angela wasn't surprised when she felt the head of the cock press against her asshole.
She didn't mind. She liked getting prick up the butt from time to time, as long as it didn't hurt her. And even though Mr. Wooton's cock was pretty large, he was right about it being well lubricated. She had seen how it was glistening with cunt juice and sperm.
He gave a thrust with his hips, and the cock slid into her nice and easy. It was just about the most comfortable penetration she had ever had up the butt.
In he went, an inch at a time, savoring the tightness of her asshole. He slowly started working his prick back and forth inside her. His hands were on her tits. She was lying on her stomach so the hands were between the tits and the top of the desk but that didn't matter. He could still press his fingers against the smooth skin and rub his palms against the throbbing nipples.
Angela felt herself get hotter and hotter. She wasn't getting any stimulation on the cunt at the moment, but there wasn't much distance in her body between her ass and her twat, so having that hard prick inside her ass actually excited her cunt too.
It wasn't long before Wooton decided that maybe it would be a good idea to finger her pussy, too. He left one hand on her right tit and moved the other one down so that it cupped her crotch from in front. Now he could poke at her tingling cuntlips and the pulsing clit which was like a hard little pebble between her legs.
Angela felt her breath coming in short gasps. Having his weight bearing down on her didn't make breathing any easier, and the tension his cock was causing in her body was really getting her wound up.
Just as she felt his cock start to shudder and pulse with its come, he pressed his fingers against her clit and rubbed the little nub as hard as he could. Her pussy exploded at once, with wave after wave of female come-joy pouring through it as it clutched convulsively in spasm after spasm. And all the while in her butt she could feel his dork quiver and gush, spurting its load of mancream deep up into her.
They rested there for a moment, and then Mr. Wooton pulled his cock out.
"I don't think you'll have to worry about your history grades in the future," he said. "You're a very good student, you know."
Angela really felt on top of the world when she got home from school that afternoon. But that was before her father said to her, "Darling, your foster mother is dead - killed in a car crash coming home from her sister's."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angela had always gotten on well with Mrs. McClellan, and she knew that McClellan himself was very fond of his wife even if his cock was far too hungry a beast to let him be faithful to her sexually.
So there was a real cloud of gloom over the house for the next couple of weeks. That was nothing compared to the mood after a letter arrived from the state child welfare bureau.
The letter expressed its regret at Mrs. McClellan's death and informed McClellan that the agency did not expect he would want to carry on, single-handedly, the responsibility of raising a pre-teen girl.
That wasn't all. The letter also stated the agency director's opinion that a young girl of Angela's age needed a "woman to take as a role-model". In other words, Angela needed a mother to imitate. The agency thought it would be a bad idea for her to grow up in a house with a woman. And consequently it was going to order Angela transferred to another foster home. If McClellan objected, he could speak at the court hearing that would transfer Angela out of his custody.
Angela and McClellan could hardly believe it.
The loss of his wife was a hard blow for McClellan, but to lose Angela too! It wasn't just that he enjoyed fucking her. It was also that he had really come to love the lively little girl in the two years she had been living with him.
Poor Angela imagined what it would be like in another foster home. Probably no chance for sex. After all, not every grown man was turned on by girls her age. Or at least, not every grown man was honest enough to admit that he was. She could always fuck with the boys at school, but she knew now how inferior they were as sex partners.
And what about her little game of whoring? She really liked the money, which she used for clothes and things, and it really turned her on to be paid for the use of her tight little pussy.
All that would be over if the Child Welfare Bureau got its way.
"Fucking busybodies," McClellan said.
"Oh, Daddy, I bet they don't ever fuck anybody!"
"Yeah, that's what's wrong with them. A bunch of frigid old maids and impotent old men, probably."
So the court hearing was the last hope. And it didn't look good. When McClellan started to express his hope that the judge would allow him to keep custody of Angela, the judge said, "I have heard rumors about your conduct that are very disturbing. In fact, I am going to suggest that the district attorney look into them. I won't say any more on the subject at present, since I have no solid evidence, but in making my evaluation of your fitness as a foster parent I have to give some weight to them.
"Your honor," McClellan said, "why don't you talk to Angela herself about all this? That will help clear your mind about these unfounded rumors, whatever they might be."
McClellan knew perfectly well what the rumors had to be - that he was sticking his dick up his little foster daughter's sweet pussy. He couldn't imagine how rumors like those got to the ears of the judge. But if the judge believed them, his goose was cooked. And not just about losing custody of Angela. He might be headed for a term in jail on charges of statutory rape.
The judge agreed that it would be a good idea if he talked to Angela in his chambers in private.
Angela gulped. She knew this was important. There was a thin chance she could still save the situation - a really thin chance.
In the judge's chambers, Angela sat facing the judge.
"Now child," the old man said, "I have a daughter who goes to the same school as yours. I overheard her talking to a friend on the telephone. The conversation seemed so strange that I took the liberty of listening in on an extension phone. The friend was Elizabeth Brady.
Angela knew the jig was up. That blabbermouth Elizabeth!
"Is it true that you have had sexual relations with your father? And that you have also prostituted yourself with his knowledge?"
Angela swallowed hard. How she answered that question was going to decide not merely whether or not she got to stay with her foster father, but whether he went to jail.
It was a tough decision to make. If she denied everything there was a chance the judge would never be able to get enough solid evidence on McClellan to have him convicted.
But he would certainly stay suspicious enough to deny custody. He might still wind up being convicted and sent to jail.
She decided to risk everything.
"Yes, Judge, it's all true," she said.
The judge opened his eyes wide.
"Yes," she said, "and I don't regret any of it. I don't regret one thing. How can I, when I think of that huge prick of my stepfather's sliding up and down inside my tight little pussy?
I'm pretty small there, so he had to be careful. But of course that means lots of extra stimulation for both of us."
"Really?" the judge said. She thought she noticed more fascination than horror in his voice.
"Uh huh. But of course it isn't just my cunt that gets a real workout from him. There are my tits, too. See how big they are for a girl of my age?" She placed her fingers under her tits and lifted.
A quick glance at the judge's face showed that he was getting a glazed look. She would have liked to see whether or not his cock was making a tent in his pants. But because of his robes, she couldn't.
"Does he... does he like any other parts of your body?" the judge asked, his voice quivering a little.
"My asshole."
"Your...?"
"Asshole. That's even tighter than my cunt, so he has to use hand oil or something on that huge dork of his before her arms it up my tight little tailpipe. But then when he's working away in there, with one hand on my crotch and another on my tits, it's just heaven for me."
"I can well imagine... I mean, go on, young lady. This all sounds very serious. What about the prostitution?"
"Fifty dollars a time, but I would have gladly done it for free. I mean, the guys were really neat, and they had cocks even bigger than my foster daddy's. One of them liked to do all sorts of tricky positions, like the wheelbarrow, and even fucking me with my legs held together."
"But that's impossible!"
"Not at all, your honor," Angela said. "I'd be glad to show you how it's done, but I don't know if you're interested."
Before the astonished judge had a chance to reply, she whipped back his robes, revealing the bulge his cock made in his pants. She squeezed the bulge, and the judge gave a happy little sigh.
Angela pulled down his zipper, and he didn't try to stop her. She had guessed things just right. The old lech was just like any other man she'd ever offered herself to - turned on as hell. Hearing all about the things that her stepfather had done with her had made him think how much fun it would be to do those things too. He could just imagine ramming his prick up her tight little ass. He was a rear-entry man himself. And those tits of Angela's sure looked inviting.
Angela pulled his cock out into the open and started to lick it. Considering that the judge was about sixty years old, his cock was remarkable. It was better that a lot of younger men could hope to have. Not gigantic, but really iron-hard. Angela could tell he was going to be able to get two shots off without trouble.
Angela soon had the whole prick glistening from her saliva. She placed her delicate lips around the judge's hairy ballsack and started to suck on that too. The old man was breathing deeply, and looked really contented.
"Lovely, dear," he said. "Just keep on going."
Whether it's a business loan, an A in history or a court case, men can all be bought for sex. And they think it's women who are whores, Angela said to herself. She wouldn't have wanted things any other way, however.
Now she was licking the top of the cock, really rubbing the piss-and-come hole with her tongue-tip.
The cock had gotten even harder and Angela was looking forward to getting it in her cunt.
Correction, her asshole. From the look on the judge's face when she had told him about getting buttfucked by her foster father she was sure that was what he wanted to do with her.
Angela slipped her mouth down the length of the judge's prick and started to give the judge some deep-throat action.
"Ahhh," he said. "I thought people only did that in the movies."
That told Angela plenty about the judge's private life - at least about the kind of movies he liked. But the judge was too content now to worry about being discreet. All he could think about was how nice Angela's little mouth felt on his prick.
Angela was getting pretty worked up herself. Her mouth was almost as sensitive as her cunt. Having a big hard prick rammed into it was the surest way to get her little motor running. She felt her panties get wetter and wetter. She had worn panties to court because she was afraid if by some freak accident it had been discovered she wasn't wearing any, that would have finished McClellan's hopes of custody.
The nylon of those panties was sopping wet now, so it was really chafing her delicate pink cuntlips. She pulled the panties down to get her fingers onto her cunt.
She also took off her blouse and bra. As her tits flopped into view she felt the judge's cock stiffen even more in her mouth. She thought for a moment that he was going to come just because he had seen her tits. She wondered what Mrs. Judge was like. Not half as sexy as she was, Angela was sure.
"Uhh! Uhhh!" the judge grunted contentedly. Angela could tell that having a thirteen-year-old girl at his feet - today was her birthday - was a dream-come-true for him.
Don't men ever dream of anything else? she wondered.
She knew damn well they didn't.
She had gotten the judge right up to the brink of his come now. She could tell from the feel of his cock and the way he was breathing that he would be shooting his cock-cream into her mouth any second.
And she wasn't far behind. In the few minutes that her fingers had been working over her cunt she had gotten it really hot and bothered.
Maybe I should have been a Lesbian, she thought. I bet no one is any better at teasing twat than I am. But Lesbianism wasn't her bag.
Hard prick was, though, and that was what she was getting.
She slid her mouth up and down the length of the judge's cock, while using her tongue to give extra stimulation to that part of it that was in her mouth.
Angela poked her finger up into her cunt and spread them apart as far as they would go.
Luscious, she thought.
Now she was sucking on the place where the head of the judge's cock joined the shaft.
Splat! A huge gob of sperm shot out of the prick and landed right against the back of her mouth. Splat! Splat! Splat!
Angela felt the cock quiver between her lips. That male frenzy would have almost been enough to set her off even if she hadn't touched her clit right then.
But she did touch it, and BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Her hips bucked and heaved with the force of her come as she cupped her crotch in her hand as hard as she could.
The judge's cock kept shooting and shooting. She felt the sperm fly against the back of her mouth and trickle down her throat. That almost made her gag, but she didn't care. The stuff was everywhere, and more of it was coming. She would never have guessed that the judge would have had that much spunk in those old balls of his.
The cock gave a final squirt and was still. She sloshed the spunk around in her mouth, basting the cock in its own juices.
"Oh, my, oh my!" the judge kept murmuring to himself. He couldn't believe all the wonderful sensations he had had. To be sitting there in his own chambers with a thirteen-year-old girl's mouth planted firmly around his cock!
Angela very carefully pulled her lips off the judge's prick. Then she opened her mouth while tilting back her head. He could see the little lake of sperm he had made in her mouth.
She could tell that the old man was very proud of how much spunk he had shot into her.
Angela gulped it down and said, "You see, Your Honor, when grown men can give a girl so much pleasure, no wonder she has sex with them."
"Uh, yes," the judge said. Now that his immediate come-need was satisfied he wanted to get back some of his lost dignity.
"Would you like to lick my cunt, judge?"
The look on his face told her the answer. The judge thought dignity was fine, but he wasn't going to sacrifice a chance to lick Angela's cunt.
"But one thing, Your Honor," Angela said. "You are going to be understanding about... my daddy? I mean the custody, and forgetting those silly rumors?"
"Well, young lady, the law is a very serious matter," the judge began.
"Yes, and so is showing gratitude," Angela replied, reaching for her dress. "Too bad, because I would have liked to spend more time with you in the future."
"Now don't be hasty," the judge said. "I just wanted to point out that the law is a serious matter. But of course those silly rumors were unfounded. And I think that your present foster-father is the best possible one to raise you."
"Neat!" Angela said with a grin, and lay back on the judge's desk with her legs spread wide so he could get a good view of her pink little gash.
The judge licked his lips. He placed his face between her legs. Angela could hear him take one deep whiff after another.
Men, she thought. I don't think there's anything they wouldn't do for a chance to sniff some twat!
And that was just fine by her.
The judge's tongue flicked against her tender cuntlips, and she gave a sigh of pleasure. It didn't matter who was licking her pussy. Just having a male tongue pressing against her super-sensitive little labia was enough to send her into orbit.
She placed her hands on her tits and started to feel them, but the judge didn't want to miss that pleasure, either. He gently shoved her hands out of the way and then used his own to cup her breasts. She felt the skillful way in which he pulled at her nipples until they were swollen up to about three times their normal size and aching for more attention.
You just can't tell by looking at a guy what he'll be like as a sex partner, Angela thought.
On the bench, in his robes, the judge looked like an old crow. When she first saw him that morning she had thought there wasn't any chance of her using his sexual charms on him.
But it turned out that the randy old coot had a fine stiff dick and plenty of skill in the arts of cuntlapping and tit-teasing.
His tongue slurped back and forth across her pussy with a light, teasing motion. She couldn't believe how fine it felt. Every time the tip of it grazed her she gave a shudder and was sure she was about to come. But it seemed that the old judge was pretty good at the business of bringing a female right up to the brink of her orgasm without letting her go over.
At one moment, when he thought that she really would come if he licked her any more, he moved his head up to her breasts and started kissing her nipples. Not that that did much to help her cool down!
Soon he was back mouthing her pussy. Her tits were nice, but nothing could compete with the rich female odor that was oozing out of her twat, and the delicate salmon pink of her cuntlips was driving him mad too.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
Angela wriggled her skinny little bottom on the polished mahogany desk top. Man, did that tongue action ever feel good! The judge had his tongue sliding in and out of her vagina now, and that was heaven.
"Ooooh... uh! uh! OHHHH!" she gasped. She tossed her head from side to side as she tried to work off the incredible tension that was building in her body. She could feel the sweat was trickling down her face. She had to come. She just had to come. Had to bust her cookies right NOW!
And she was doing just THAT! The judge's tongue darted back and forth across her clit once, twice, three times, and the third time she was coming, and coming really hard.
There was no weight on top of her holding her down, so she really writhed and shook as the rippling spasms shot through her body.
"COMINGGGG! I'm COMINGGGG!" she moaned, and the judge just kept right on licking at her pussy while she bucked and heaved with the force of her come! come! COME!
Even when she had finished coming, the old coot couldn't tear his tongue away from that pussy of hers, but she was so sensitive there that she needed a minute or two of having her cunt left alone.
"Judge," she said, "that's lovely, but doesn't your cock want some attention?"
His cock sure did. He had been enjoying the cuntlapping so much he had forgotten about his cock. Now that she had reminded him, he realized just how hard it was. It was so stiff.
It was aching, and his balls were pulled up against the root of his cock as far as they could go.
"Shall I get on my knees?" she suggested.
"Yes, that would be fine," the judge stammered.
Angela had guessed that he would want some butt-action, and she was ready for some herself. Besides, that would give her supersensitive twat a bit of rest, at least until he started working it with his fingers.
The judge got behind her and she bent forward. He put his hands on her tits and started to fondle them, while his prick-tip probed between her soft buttocks.
Then he found what he was looking for. Angela felt the tip of his prick press against her asshole.
"Ready, Angela?"
"And how!"
That was all the judge needed to know. He gave a shove with his hips that sent his cock sliding up into her asshole.
"Mmmm," she sighed in genuine pleasure as she felt the hard male rod penetrate her rear.
She preferred cock up the cunt usually, but getting it in the butt made a nice change.
The judge paused for a second, savoring the pressure of Angela's tight little asshole around his cock. Angela wondered if his wife ever gave him any anal sex. Probably not, she figured.
The judge's prick was working back and forth inside her butt now, going slowly at first but picking up speed. Angela's little body shook with the force of each stroke. For a guy in his sixties, the judge was pretty strong. He could really lay that thing into her. Well, that was how she liked her men. No weaklings need apply.
In and out the cock rammed, while the judge used one hand to fondle her tits and the other to tease and torment her cunt.
It was really neat to have his fingers up her cunt while his cock was up her asshole. There wasn't much distance between the two holes, and she really felt filled up.
"Oh, wow," she gasped as she felt how the double action was really winding her up. She felt every nerve in her body get tenser and tenser. Her muscles felt like they were being tied in knots, and still he kept on laying his prick into her, shoving away harder and harder, burying his rigid manhood in her asshole up to the hilt.
Then he was coming. She felt the first gob of spunk shoot up into her, followed by another and another. For an old guy, he had a pretty good second shot left. As his dork gushed away he pressed his fingers right against her burning clit. Man, did that ever get action!
Her pussy felt like it was going to explode. Her body twisted and bucked as she came and came, every muscle uncoiling all at once!
"OHHHHHH! Make me come! OHHHH! So FINE! So fucking FINE!"
Her body gave a final shiver, then went limp for a moment. Her head was spinning. She hardly knew where she was. She loved to come, but man, did it ever tear her up!
The judge seemed pretty tired now too. He pulled his cock out of her asshole and reached for his clothes.
Angela was a bit worried. Maybe now that he was completely satisfied, he would go back on his word. But either he was a man of honor, or he wanted some more fucking in the future, or he knew she had the goods on him. Anyway, when he got back into the courtroom, he said, "I have had a long talk with this child, and have concluded that those rumors I alluded to were totally false."
McClellan let his breath out in a long sigh of relief.
"Further, I have concluded that Mr. McClellan is the best possible guardian for this child, and I award him continued custody of her."
The Child Welfare Bureau representative was very surprised. Like McClellan had said, she was so dried up and frigid that she wasn't able to guess how a just-turned-thirteen-year-old girl might be able to change a man's mind.
CHAPTER TWELVE
McClellan was so eager to get home and show his little girl how grateful he was that he nearly cracked up the car a couple of times. Having had a close call together made them feel even closer to each other. The best way they could think of celebrating that was by fucking.
McClellan almost threw Angela onto the floor and rammed his cock into her pussy. She gave a gasp. It almost hurt, but it sure made her stepfather seem virile.
The prick rammed back and forth faster and faster, like McClellan's life depended on getting her to come. And he was sure succeeding. She couldn't believe how fast he was getting her worked up. The fucking with the old judge had been good fun, but nothing like this. Her little body shook with the force of those mighty prick thrusts as McClellan's hard tool rammed home to the hilt again and again and again!
His hands were all over her tits, too, squeezing and molding and caressing them, pinching the nipples and mashing the breasts one way and then the other.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" she moaned. She was going wild. Every time he rammed his cock in, her cuntlips stretched across her clit. That clit felt like someone had put a whole nest of fire ants on top of it. She couldn't stand any more of this. But she wanted it to go on, and on, and On forever.
She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. All she could do was wait for that giant prick to get her coming.
"Daddy, I'm about to... about to... COME!" she moaned.
The come slammed into her little belly like a tidal wave. She felt how her cunt clutched frantically at his cock, which was firing and firing like it had all the spunk in the world.
It seemed like ages before his cock gave one last quiver and shot its final drop into her. By that time her whole pussy was as wet as if she had been douching. She was really awash with female lubricant and sperm.
Her foster father pulled out his cock, which was all slick with spunk. The way it glistened, she couldn't resist taking it in her mouth right away.
The mixture of his spunk and her own female juices was delicious. She sucked eagerly on the cock. It hadn't even begun to get soft when she had put it in her mouth, and the pressure she was applying with her lips and tongue made certain that it didn't have a chance to go soft, either.
While she was sucking on it, her father played with her young tits, pinching the nipples.
They hadn't gone soft any more than his prick had.
Then the cock was gushing again, firing its second load only a couple of minutes after the first one. That didn't matter. He still had plenty of sperm left for this second shot. She felt the stuff spatter against the roof of her mouth as he came and came.
Luscious! She slurped it back and forth and then drank it.
His cock still wasn't soft! He was so excited by what had happened that day that he was ready for a third shot. That was something he had never tried before, but he was sure as hell ready to give it a try now!
This time he got her into the dog position and moved up behind her. It was her cunt he was after this time, not her asshole. She felt the head of the thing nuzzle against the entrance to her pussy.
Her twat was so sensitive that she almost winced when she felt his cock. But what the hell, she figured. Even if she wound up sore, she didn't care. It was a good way to get sore. She just couldn't get enough of her foster father's prick.
He shoved his cock in, but this time he didn't pound away nearly as hard as he did the first time. He realized that her twat was really sensitive by now. He took it nice and easy.
Angela had really loved that frantic action he had given her pussy. But this slow, easy style was just as much fun. There was something soothing and comforting about the way in which his cock glided in and out of her twat.
Her hips undulated in time to the motion of his cock. She felt her pussy give little spasms each time he buried his male tool inside it.
"Mmmm, that's soooo nice," she purred.
Even the way he was fondling her tits was gentler now. He was just very lightly stroking them with his fingertips. That was good, because he had given her breasts such a workout that they were pretty sensitive now too.
In and out he went, building up the pace slowly, but still keeping it nice and easy, rubbing the skin of his hard dick against the sensitive walls of her cunt.
"UHHHHH!" she moaned, and then she was coming. Even the come was gentler this time.
She had used up a lot of energy on the first two. She felt lovely little shivers run up and down her spine while her cunt clutched rhythmically at his prick.
As for his cock, it didn't have anything left to shoot, but she could still feel it quiver inside her, and that was enough.
It was all very, very satisfying.
"Well, kid, remember what day this is?" her father said.
"Sure, my birthday."
They hadn't been planning much of a celebration, since they had thought they were going to lose the court case. But now they really had something to celebrate.
"Yeah," McClellan said, "you're getting to be a really big girl."
"Really?"
"Really. Look at that stern you're starting to get on you," he said, patting her ass.
It was true. The first part of her body to get womanly curves had been her tits. Until a couple of weeks ago she had had a skinny little girl ass. Now it was starting to get that nice round pear shape of the grown female, not that she was every going to be fat-assed, but she was getting more pattable.
"What shall we do about a party?"
"Something intimate, with plenty of fucking," her father said. "How about inviting Uncle Henry? The old geezer isn't so bad, and I think you owe him a free fuck after all the ones he's had to pay for. Sort of a discount."
"Okay," Angela said, "but what about another cunt? Mine's going to be worn to a frazzle if I have to take ere of both you and Uncle Henry."
"Elizabeth?" her father said. He wasn't sure how she would react after what they had heard in court.
"Sure, why not," Angela said. "She's kind of flighty in a lot of ways, but she doesn't mean any harm. Just cause she was a blabbermouth with the judge's daughter doesn't mean it's her fault the old fart decided to pick up the extension. I'll just tell her to be more tight-lipped in the future."
"I bet she's plenty tight-lipped already when there's a cock in her mouth," McClellan said.
"You're not kidding."
Both Elizabeth and Uncle Henry were glad to come. McClellan, who was a pretty good cook, had whipped up a birthday dinner for his beloved stepdaughter, and a cake as well.
He would have liked to add some ornamentation to it, like frosting figures of two people fucking, but he didn't have time.
The meal was good, but everyone was interested in what was going to come after it. That is, they were going to come after it.
Uncle Henry gave Angela a kiss on the cheek and said, "So there's the birthday girl. What about a birthday fucking?"
Angela thought that was a fine idea. Uncle Henry lay back with his prick straight in the air.
"So you expect me to do all the work on my own birthday, huh?" Angela said with a grin.
"Oh, come on," Uncle Henry replied, "you know you love top riding me, even though you do usually charge me for it, you little whore."
Angela laughed. He was right. She did like top riding him.
She placed her knees on either side of his hips and started to squat down on his prick.
Soon she felt the head of the cock inside her. She paused for a moment like she always liked to do when she was top riding, and then she slid quickly down the shaft, spearing herself on it. The look on Uncle Henry's face told her that so far he thought everything was just perfect.
She jiggled up and down on his balls, then started to move her cunt up and down over his rod. His hands were already on her tits, so she changed the up-and-down motion to more of a forward-and-back so that it would be easier for him to keep fondling her tits.
He had the most maddening way of trailing his fingers lightly back and forth across Angela's tits. It drove her out of her mind. She really loved it.
She moved her hips faster and faster. She just loved the way her Uncle Henry's extra-thick dick caused her cunt to feel like it was being pulled inside out every time she lifted her pussy up.
Soon she was really bucking away, her whole body getting tenser and tenser and her cunt getting hotter and hotter. She could tell by the feel of Uncle Henry's cock, too, that it wouldn't be long until he came.
"You little whore," he murmured. He knew that she took that as a compliment. He had long ago given up trying to understand women.
She felt her clit throb more and more until she couldn't stand it. It was driving her right out of her mind. She had to give herself some relief. She had to get herself off.
Just a couple more thrusts of her cunt over the old man's cock would get them off...
Up she went, really slowly, letting the glistening wet cock come out into the air inch by inch until just the head of it was left in her. Then she started to slide back down, slowly and deliberately.
Down... down... down...
She wasn't halfway down before she felt the cock start to fire. She slid the rest of the way down his shaft, and before she touched bottom she felt her own come slam into her. She trembled with delicious female fuck-joy as his cock spewed away inside her.
It was really fine. And Elizabeth and McClellan were having just as much fun. This was the first time that the two of them had ever fucked, and they were determined to make the most of it.
McClellan was in a super-confident mood. He decided to try a position he had heard about once. It sounded very difficult but was sure to impress the girl. He grabbed Elizabeth by the waist and lifted her bodily off the floor. Then he told her to lock her legs behind his back so that they rested on his ass.
That took some of the pressure off his arms, and when she also locked her arms around the back of his neck that made things easier still, but there was still plenty of work for his arms to do.
He lifted her up slightly and then eased her down so her cunt slid over his cock, which was standing straight up in the air with excitement.
"Wow, you're pretty strong," Elizabeth said.
That sure didn't make his cock any softer, which was one reason why Elizabeth had said it. She was genuinely impressed, though.
He lifted her up and down with his arms so her body slid up and down over his frantic prick. By applying some pressure with her legs and arms on his ass and shoulders she was able to help a bit.
It was still goddamn hard work. Sweat streamed down McClellan's face and body. He didn't mind. He felt so damn virile from being able to manage this at all that he was enjoying the fuck a hell of a lot.
Elizabeth felt really feminine and protected. Something about being held by a man like this, and having all the pleasure come from his strength, really turned her on. She snuggled closer to his sweaty chest as her pussy glided up and down his cock.
She didn't just feel protected. She felt hot. That cock was thick and long. It was moving back and forth in her tight little twat. Every time he moved her cuntlips pulled over her clit.
She wanted to COME!
Suddenly, as she slid down the length of his pole, she felt her cunt start to really clutch at his dork. Then her body flooded with sensation, and she felt like she was going to fly to pieces as she came and came hard. And he gushed away inside her like a fountain, letting her have his full load of spunk right smack in her hot little box!
He held her even tighter for fear of dropping her as they shook and trembled together, coming and coming and coming!
"Wow," was all she said when he'd finally lifted her all the way off his cock and set her on her feet. She felt the sperm and cunt-juice dribble out of her twat. She was unsteady on her legs for a moment.
Uncle Henry was a pretty oral guy, and he wanted to get his mouth on Angela's pussy, her "birth- day pussy" as he called it. That was fine with her. As far as Angela was concerned, there weren't a whole lot of things that were much better than a good cuntlapping.
But she also wanted to get her lips on his cock, so the natural thing was a sixty-nine. Soon they were in position, and Angela was licking the knob of Uncle Henry's cock. Meanwhile, he was sniffing away like a dog at her pussy, drinking in as much of her luscious female odor as he possibly could.
Then the tip of his tongue pressed against her cuntlips. A little thrill of delight went zinging up Angela's spine. She just loved that kind of action, light and teasing, just right for a thirteen-year-old girl's tender pussy.
Meanwhile, he had his hands on her asscheeks and was rubbing them. He seemed fascinated by the way they had developed in the last couple of weeks.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp! his tongue darted back and forth across her pussy. He was pressing down harder against the pink cuntflesh. Man, did that ever feel good!
Well, she was doing her best to make him feel good, too. She was nibbling on the head of his cock with her lips, and even giving little bites with her white teeth. She had found out that was something Uncle Henry really went for as long as she didn't overdo it.
The sixty-nine they were doing looked so enjoyable that McClellan and Elizabeth decided to follow their example. Soon McClellan was licking away at Elizabeth's pussy. Elizabeth thought he had a really fine prick. Not quite as big as Mr. Trench's, but them, Mr. Trench's cock was almost a little too big.
She slid the head of the thing up into her throat while using her tongue to press against the part of the shaft that was in her mouth.
Uncle Henry's tongue was way up inside Angela's twat now. He really could stretch that tongue of his when he wanted to get it well up into a warm, wet fuck-hole!
By now Angela was sucking away like crazy on his cock, concentrating on the spot where the knob joined the shaft. She had learned that was the kind of action Uncle Henry liked best.
She could tell from the feel of his cock just how much he liked it this time. He had started out good and stiff, despite the fact that he had just had a come, and he was getting stiffer every second. For Angela, it was like having a broom handle in her mouth.
Just having a nice hunk of cockmeat between her lips was enough to have her clit throbbing and throbbing, and the fact that his tongue was dancing back and forth over her wet cuntlips made her even hotter. She didn't think she could take much more of this. It was like someone was squeezing her head in a vise. She couldn't believe how tense she was. She pulled at the ballsack with her fingers. She knew Uncle Henry liked that, too. She even gave a couple of playful little digs with her fingernails. She knew from the way her nipples responded to that kind of treatment that a little bit of pain at the right time could be delicious.
She was about to get some liquid refreshment right now out of the end of Uncle Henry's prick. She felt the cock give a final little stiffening, and then it just started gushing.
Shit, you'd never know this was the guy's second shot, she thought. He was really pumping away, really filling her mouth with sperm. She sucked hungrily on his cock, trying to extract as much of the stuff as she could.
Mmmmm, she thought, gulping the stuff down.
It was at just , that moment that moment that Elizabeth felt McClellan unload his second wad into her mouth. She enjoyed the sperm just as much as Angela did. Both girls often said to themselves, "men are all alike," but they knew that in certain important ways girls were all alike, and one of those ways was a taste for spunk out of the dick!
Both guys felt they'd like a little rest before going back into action. It had only been his incredible excitement that had let McClellan give Angela three shots in a row.
"I know," Uncle Henry said, "why don't the girls have a masturbation race, and we can watch."
Everyone thought that was fine.. The rules were quickly decided. Each girl could choose whether or not to use instruments, such as bottles or broom-handles. The winner would be the girl who came first.
The two men sat down on the sofa to watch, and the girls lay side by side with their legs spread and their pink little gashes facing the men.
Elizabeth had gone into the kitchen and gotten an empty soda bottle which she rinsed out.
As for Angela, she thought she would be able to do a better job on her pussy with just her fingers.
"Ready, get set, go!" Uncle Henry said.
Elizabeth slid the neck of the bottle into her pussy. The bottle was a big one with sloping shoulders. The farther in she shoved it, the farther that forced her cuntlips apart.
She slid it a good way in and started jiggling it back and forth with one hand while the other went to work on her tits. She knew her tits were so sensitive that it would be a big mistake to neglect them.
Angela got going at the same time. She also knew that she should play with her breasts, so her left hand was up there teasing the nipples until they were rock-hard and aching. But her other hand was teasing her pussy.
Teasing was the word. Angela figured that if she started off slow and easy, really teasing herself, it would get her worked up even faster. She lightly grazed her cuntlips with her fingertips, pushing them gently one way, then the other.
Her clit started pulsing with excitement. It turned pebble-hard. That was a good sign. She knew she was getting herself turned on.
Elizabeth was working the bottle with a smooth, even motion. She knew she was getting hot too. The neck of the bottle was already slick with her cunt-juice.
For both girls, the fact that they had an audience was a big turn on too. Just as, in a funny way, they were excited by the "degradation" of being paid for the use of their cunts, so the fact that they were masturbating to amuse men turned them on.
Angela trailed her fingertips lightly over her right breast. She would circle the fingers in closer and closer to the nipple, which was just begging for attention, then, after running her fingertip along the edge of the aureola, she pulled it back again. The frustration drove her straight up the wall - and that meant that it made her even hotter.
Down below, her fingers were really poking and pulling at her cuntlips now. The light touching was over. She was really giving her cunt a workout. Her clit was pulsing and throbbing. She worked her fingers up her vagina and pressed the hard joints against the tender lining of her love-tunnel.
She could hear how Elizabeth was gasping and grunting. Either her friend was really putting her on, or she was within an inch of a come. Angela didn't want to lose the race.
After all, her beloved foster father was watching. She moved her fingers up toward her clit and then pulled them back. The frustration nearly made her come right away. She inched her fingers up to the clit again, and then took the throbbing little button between them and actually pinched it!
"NGHHHHH!" she gasped as she felt the combination of pain and fantastic pleasure. And she was coming, too, her hips trembling with pleasure, her shoulders shaking and quivering, her head tossing from side to side.
But Elizabeth was coming too. At just about exactly the same moment that Angela got herself off, Elizabeth forced the soda bottle way, way up her twat, so that the neck of it really forced her cunt-mouth wide. That caused so much pressure on her clit that she started to bust her cookies!
Come! Come! Come! Come! The two little girls lay wriggling under the force of their orgasms while the two men kept their eyes glued hungrily on the luscious pink twats that were facing them.
"Dead heat," Uncle Henry said. McClellan agreed. He thought that maybe Angela had come a shade sooner than Elizabeth, but it was really too close to call.
The girls looked at the guys' pricks to see if the little spectacle had put some starch in their poles.
It sure as fuck had! The guys' cocks had never looked harder, even though each of them had already had two comes!
They waited until the girls got their breath back. Then they went into action. The girls were ready for them, too. They both thought beating off was fun, and they had both enjoyed the race, but they knew that nothing could match real, hard dick.
Uncle Henry had heard of the standing-up position from McClellan and was determined to try it with Elizabeth. The little girl was more than willing to be backed against the living room wall by the old lech. She stood there with her legs spread, waiting for his cock. Cock!
That was what she liked best in the whole world!
She didn't have to wait long, either. Uncle Henry's motor had really gotten cranked up from watching the two girls in their masturbation race. He bent his legs so as to bring the head of his cock below the level of her cunt. Then he positioned the tip so it pressed against the soft petals of her twat.
Elizabeth gave a little gasp. She could hardly stand to wait any longer. She wanted that hard male pole right this instant.
And at that moment, she felt it go sliding up into her. She was very much like Angela in one respect. There was something about having her cunt penetrated that turned her on to beat hell.
The cock glided on in until the end of it was pressing against the entrance to her womb.
Then, by bending and unbending his legs he worked his prick up and down inside her while her tender young body trembled with excitement.
His hands were all over her tits, too, fondling and caressing, pinching, pulling, kneading, driving little Elizabeth up the wall with excitement. She thought that the action she was getting on her tits was almost as good as what she was getting from his cock.
She could hardly believe that that cock had already had a couple of comes that evening. It was as hard as if this was the first one. And Angela's Uncle Henry wasn't a young man.
I guess if you've got it, you've got it, she thought.
And he sure the fuck had it. Every nerve in her body was tingling as she felt that hard dork slide back and forth inside her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time to the thrusts.
She knew he was going to get her off any second. Just another thrust of that dick...
Then he was coming, and so was she. A sixty-year-old man and a twelve-year-old girl coming together, their bodies locked tightly together, his prick spewing its load into her pussy!
Angela was glad that for his last fuck McClellan had chosen her for his partner. This was her birthday, and this was her real birthday fuck. Uncle Henry was sweet in his own way, but he could never mean as much to her as her foster father did.
He sensed that and he held her very close as he pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue went sliding between her lips and pressed against her tongue, which responded.
Both tongues twisted against each other in excitement. Both McClellan and Angela knew how to put a lot of love into the way they frenched.
His hand was doing some very nice things to her crotch, too. She wriggled her hips happily as she felt how he fingered her pussy.
The frenching was fantastic, and they both felt they could go on doing it forever. But their sex organs were getting pretty impatient. Angela could feel has hard her foster father's cock was as it pressed against her belly.
With one hand he gently spread her legs. She lay back waiting for his manhood. Soon the tip of it was sliding into her, gently forcing the walls of her tender cunt. In he went, bit by bit. Angela felt totally passive, totally filled, totally loved.
Finally the tip of it was pressing against the entrance to her womb. He paused for a second, enjoying the way their bodies were locked together. Then he started to fuck her.
She could hardly believe how gentle and calm his prick was. Super hard, but he was using it like a real gentleman. The effect was fantastic. She felt her clit get hotter and hotter. Her muscles got tighter and tighter. Her nerves were jangling like hell, but there was something comforting about the strength and confidence with which her foster father fucked her.
Angela panted with excitement. He was getting her right up to the edge of her come, right up to the fucking brink! She could hardly stand to wait any longer. But he kept her there, hanging fire while his cock worked her and worked her.
Then he pulled back very slowly and deliberately. He paused a second before sliding home, smooth as butter.
And the instant he touched bottom, pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance to her womb, her pussy exposed, clutching desperately at the prick to keep it from ever being taken away again. And the prick responded by pulsing and pulsing, sending male shock waves against the inside of her super-wet, super-sensitive, super-contented cunt.
Angela lay in his arms after they had stopped, feeling very happy. She knew that her cunt needed variety, and she would get that from lots of other men. But if her cunt belonged to anyone with a good stiff prick and the knowledge how to use it, her heart belonged to Daddy.
