"Virgin Tramp" by the young authoress, Joan Dunaway is a classic example of what can happen to a young, innocent girl who yearns for the good things that money can buy-and what she will do to get them.
This is not a biography. Up to a year ago, Miss Dunaway was an instructor in a home for wayward girls in upstate New York and from working with these girls, she felt inclined to write about the horror and ruined lives she was involved with.
The result is an original script with scope and depth that you will not soon forget. Rather, you will feel sympathy toward these girls that will sell their souls for a few luxuries. But, only as a result of reading the full text and experiencing the episodes of sexual depravity that a girl will allow herself to wallow in to get a few "goodies."
The publishers are happy to present this first novel by Joan Dunaway in the hope that its readers will be better informed as to the reasons behind the promiscuity of so many of our young women in today's society. Also that it will be used as a guideline as to not what to do the next time a young girls wriggles up against you in a movies or a bar. For all you know, she is one of these girls who will do anything for money-and chances are you aren't the first she's brushed up against. With the high incidences of syphilis and veneral disease on the uprise, the publishers can only serve to use this novel as a prime instuctive example.
-Peter L. Jennings, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
Lillie Jones was a doll-faced child of merely seventeen, soft-bodied, baby-faced, wholly feminine, and scandalously beautiful. Yet, she was earthy, ridiculously young, winding in her movements, a bit naive and far more enthusiastic about herself than the normal young girl.
Her breasts were extremely large for her age and stood straight out. Sometimes she was ashamed because her breasts were of this enormous size, but in spite of the shamefulness toward herself she could never wear a bra. Halters or the usual bras irked her and made her feel as if she had shackles imbedded around her, and the fact that they stood straight out naturally, always completely filling her blouses roundly, she refused to even consider wearing a bra. She always considered such things foolish, unnecessary, and a waste of money.
Lillie was a country girl who lived in the small southern town of Caseville, Georgia. Or, at least it was a small town until one of the nation's largest companies practically bought up the county and moved south, claiming that northern high prices and taxes had forced the company to abandon its far north manufacturing and moved south for more economic reasons, so the local mullet wrapper had stated.
Lillie lived on Anno Street, a street that only a few months before had merely been a trail. But now, that months had passed and construction had started full blast, she parted the drapes and looked out the window to see a beautiful paved street with curbs right in front of her house, a brand new street now, the main street of the town that had sprouted up overnight, with heavy construction taking place across the street from her, building huge manufacturing plants, on south along the street to smaller stores and even a supermarket, and on south of that, she well knew, had opened up burlesque houses where girls her own age performed by day and whored by night, servicing the thousands of young construction workers who had swarmed into a town that was now a city.
She had even seen a girl blow a man one night when she was coming home from the store, at least that was what the girls at the school had told her it was called when somebody sucked a prick. And that, precisely, was what the girl was doing that night, in the front seat of the car that was parked in an alley-way. Lillie had merely turned and crossed the street back towards home-home, a comfortable home where she lived with her still young father and mother, a father who worked as a bus driver at night and a mother who worked as a restaurant manager during the day.
Now that Lillie had graduated from high school she was at home most of the time alone, except when her father was home sleeping during the day, and she often spent hours at the window, peeking through the drapes, watching closely the big loads of fill dirt that were being brought in across the street, watching and searching the big muscular bodies of the men driving the heavy trucks, seeing the sweat of their bodies making their clothes wet, watching their young bodies alight from and scramble from the trucks to swill cold water down their throats, letting some of the water splash down over their chins and throats and even onto their chests.
Often her mouth had watered as she watched the men drink thirstilly. Not from the sight of them drinking the water, but from watching closely their muscular young bodies and their sweat-wet pants that bulged huge baskets that made her shiver all over.
Often she wanted to race out the door, catch hold of one of the young drivers by their balls and drag them back into the house and fuck and suck them until they couldn't even raise a big toe.
But, that was a matter she knew she would never be able to do because her father had laid down the law years before, demanding that she must never even look at a man, for other men were beasts and scandalous rascals when it came to young girls, so he had often warned her, and men with such pig attitudes towards such beautiful young girls as his Little Lillie must never so much as lay a hand on his beautiful young daughter, or even to look at her with an awkward eye.
All added together, during the years of her growing up into young girlhood, had merely churned with her beautiful young body a sexual wrath that would soon appear in its fullest form of torment, driving her into the depths of super-sex, that would cause her teeth to chatter and her spine to practically paralyze every time she saw a young man.
She stood at the window and watched a young driver haul in a big truck load of fill dirt and dumped it across the street from her house. She watched him as he alighted from the cab, but him only, not bothering to watch the dump lift its heavy load and spilling the dirt onto the ground, but watching the handsome muscular legs and the narrow thighs of the young driver, watching him shove forward slightly, exposing a big basket between his legs, feeling herself so electrified all over, and especially between her legs, that she was forced to raise her dress, remove her panties, pulling them down over her ankles, and stood there paralyzed for a minute, her hand caressing the mound of flesh between her legs, her finger inserting itself into her pussy-hole, then feeling herself shoot off onto her finger so hard that some of her cream started running down her leg.
She hurt so bad and was so tormented that she fell onto the floor and started crying. She was in torment. She wanted to scream. But she knew better, for she knew her father was in his bedroom asleep and his strictness on her in the past had been so enslaving and jealous of her that she knew he would kill her if she ever got out of hand.
She sat on the floor, her dress pulled up over her knees, her head buried in her hands, cream fully wetting her pubic hair and inside her leg, her throat hard, her mouth wet, her eyes filled with tears, her body tormented all over, hungry for a man, begging to herself for a man, for the first time in her life, but knowing she was enslaved to her father's strict demands and slowly, all put together, driving her into a complete state of sexual insanity.
She hurt all in her groin. She wanted to die. Her finger-orgasm had only been small, but she knew that at times they could be vast eruptions and those eruptions were when she was frequently driving herself literally mad.
She lifted herself from the floor slowly, first to her knees, then to her feet, then slowly closed the drapes.
She hated the day when this small town had suddenly blossomed out over night into a thriving city of thousands of young people such as she, working hard, building an empire, building a new industry in what was once a wilderness. She hated the day the trail in front of her house had been turned into a beautiful paved street with streetlights and curbs. She begged that such progress would never have happened, but now since it had, she would try to live the best she could under the strictness forced upon her by her' father until she was old enough to leave home, then she would see if she could literally fuck the world to death.
She was a girl on fire, a young girl grasped in the throes of a horrible and tormentingly despair and disease of nymphomania, a young girl who had never so much as touched a boy or a man, but a girl who needed one badly, hungry for not just one but dozens of them, the more the better. She was slowly developing into a female who could literally screw a male to death, diseased with a deep sexual urge that could never be fully satisfied, horribly tormented in the bowels of her gnawing groin, sick and sexually maladjusted and deprived of even the chance to seek satisfaction.
She walked to her room and closed the door. There was the same bedroom in which she had grown up from mere childhood, and she hated the sight of it. She hated the sight of the clean pink drapes and the soft white carpet and the pink bedspread and the white pillowcases.
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the horror of her sexual frustration burning in her eyes. She could feel it boding in her breasts that were standing straight out beneath her opened blouse. She could see her blonde hair that wallowed all over her shoulders and curled at the tips. She could see her smooth curves and her well-rounded hips.
Her eyes turned glassy with torment.
Quickly, her hands caught hold of her blouse and ripped it from her body, her nails leaving scratches on her breasts. Then her hands caught hold of her skirt, ripped the buttons off and she wildly thrust it to the floor, kicking it to the other side of the room.
She watched her beautiful, young naked figure in the mirror. She saw her reflections breathing hard, her mouth half parted, her eyes filled with tears, until she looked down at the dresser top and saw a hair brush. Quickly, she picked it up with one hand, raised her foot up onto the dresser top, and with her other hand she let her fingers part the lips of her pussy, exposing the red meat of her cunt to herself in the mirror, feeling as if her pussy was filled with a dozen wiggling worms, working themselves gnawingly inside her cunt.
Then, without hesitation, she rammed the end of the hairbrush into her cunt hole and started fucking herself, slow at first, then rapidly, her breath suddenly growing quick, spreading her hips wider, pushing her hips closer to the mirror, when suddenly her small orgasm shot onto the hairbrush handle and she held it there for a long time, seeing the oily cream gush out of her hole onto the hairbrush, some of it running down into the palm of her hand, some of it running down her leg.
It was only a small and only a temporary relief for her frustration. She removed the handle from her cunt, then held it up to her mouth, and with her tongue working slowly, she started licking her oily cream off the handle with her tongue. For the first time in her life she tasted human juice and the taste of it deflowered her sexual imagination and sent her taste buds into a wild fury, letting her taste the beauty of wet human fleshy cream, a taste that could come only from hot, creamy ovaries, scalding in her mouth, wet, oily. She loved it so much and was so hungry for it that she licked the palm of her hand and finally dug her finger back into her cunt time and time again, letting her cream flow out onto her finger, then sucking it off, holding her head way back, letting the cream flow down her throat after it had swirled around in her mouth, hardening her throat, filling her eyes with hungry tears, giving her a joyful venture of introduction into a long series of oral sexual pleasures that would some day drive her stark raving mad into the depths of lunacy.
She did not bother to put her clothes back on. Instead, she walked backward, finally sprawling her naked little body out onto the bed. For a long time she listened as she heard the big dump trucks hauling in fill dirt across the street, her eyelids growing hard, but never hard enough to let her fall asleep for she could never really fully sleep, only doze, her torment in her groin never relenting from its craving rapture of hunger for a man.
Finally, she closed her eyes and her head fell to one side. But she was not really asleep. She was merely exhausted.
CHAPTER TWO
Lillie Jones was one of the very rare females diseased with true nymphomania. She was a young girl who would soon grow up to be able to indulge endlessly in sexual intercourse and would be able to achieve countless orgasms.
She would fuck an army of construction workers to death, sooner or later. She would some day fuck away her own flesh in her horniness, driving herself toward hungry and excessive sexual intercourse.
She was also a very over-sexed girl who, in spite of her physical efforts at times, could not achieve orgasms or psychological satisfaction in her sex acts.
But she would continually seek new sexual partners and methods of sex because of her driving compulsion to get the relief-and feeling of gratification-that she wanted so badly-wanted so badly and yet rarely ever got.
She was constantly cursed with a gnawing sense of frustration-never the gorgeous feeling of satisfaction from sex-and always feeling this damn frustration growing in her and almost driving her nuts!
In her never-ending attempts to relieve her sexual frustration, she would always beg for just one more dig. But caught in the endless chains of her tortured cries for sex-more sex-her unsatisfied search was merely driving her to wild excesses. But no matter how much and how often, there was never for her that sweet feeling of peace inside of herself that only enjoyment from sex could give her.
Lillie-she had the same name as the town she was born in-seemed literally to have grown up overnight. In school, she had been a bean-pole, straggly-knead, long-haired little girl who seemed to have suddenly blossomed out cow-breasted, smooth-thighed, and juicily sexy in just the past year.
Most of her male schoolmates had ignored her throughout all her school years. But suddenly, they too had grown up and now they would often turn and give her low whistles, cat-calls and make guffawing remarks. Even the local cops and firemen had taken notice of her blossoming out into young and gorgeous womanhood. Her sexy curves and lush breasts and those smooth hips proved it!
This sudden change on the part of her classmates and others irked her for almost every time a male gave her a low whistle or cat-call, her groin seemed to turn and twist and grow angry. At the same time, too, she hungered for something to stop all these crazy, new feelings in her groin.
She discovered that she was no longer that bean-poled little girl who was watched over closely by an overprotective father, a young girl who hardly ever saw her mother. Her mother worked like a dog trying to earn enough money to put Lillie through school, to buy her clothes, and be able once in a while now to remark how pretty she had grown up to be.
But it didn't take Lillie very long to find out she had become a favorite target for the sharp tongues of all the males in town. Here she was, a young girl with unnaturally large and delicious breasts. She even had golden-colored hair that the wind tossed around so prettily.
Her face, she soon realized, was a pretty one. But she didn't realize this until she began noticing all the jealousy showing in the other girls' eyes. Among her female classmates, she was suddenly an "undesirable" neighbor.
The other girls sure saw that all the fellows gave their attention to Lillie. A lot of the gals went out of their way making passes at the boys, but this didn't do any good. The boys acted like they didn't even notice them because they just ignored all the passes the gals made at them. They kept their eyes wide open-and only for Lillie.
They just gushed with all their whistling and cat-calls and remarks. After all, this wasn't unusual for boys their age! Wasn't it even expected of them? A real natural piece of life crammed full of kicks and excitement!
As lucky a girl as Lillie was turning out to be, all this attention and admiration only aroused frustrations inside her that just kept growing and growing.
The more the boys whistled, the more she wanted to really show how thrilled she was because of their whistles and she wanted so badly just to let herself go. She wanted in the worst way to shove herself on them-heck, even let-no-want them to shove themselves on to her! She wanted to join the crowd so badly and become part of the boys and all their action.
But as her craving for all this kept growing, so did her father's lectures about the nastiness of young boys' minds and their talk and their dirty thinkings. And he just kept Lillie closer and closer to him all the time, sleeping or working around the house during the day, being away at night only when he was on his job driving a bus.
He knew, of course, that while he was away at night, Lillie's mother would be nearby where she worked as a restaurant manager. Anyway, he knew that Lillie would obey his orders to stay in the house and keep away from crowds.
But the more the boys whistled as she walked home from school, the more she had the biggest and the craziest and the lustiest urge to throw herself at them, as if she were throwing herself to a pack of dogs ... but so far she hadn't done it. She just didn't have the nerve-yet!
One time a handsome young policeman eyed her closely, and she slightly flaunted herself at him. She liked him. She knew his name was Reuben. He often patrolled the school grounds and the streets in the neighborhood. Many times he rode by her house on his motorcycle, sometimes even stopping right in front. Whenever he did stop outside her house, he would look all up and down the street, then start driving on real slowly. But many times he looked back and caught her peeking at him through the drapes.
All these things churned her groin into a writhing mass of hunger and desire as if a big gob of worms were churning inside her pussy. Many times she found herself so wet between her legs she had to run into the bathroom and dry herself off.
This was about the time when she first started masturbating-or, as the girls at school often said in their bathroom conversations, jacking off.
Her first time at jacking herself off turned out to be an extremely short orgasm, but it didn't matter, because it was pleasant enough for her to want more and more! She had jacked herself off with one of her fingers, and it felt so good that she just wanted to fuck herself with her finger-just to fuck herself, and fuck herself and fuck....
Her first jacking off happened in the bathroom at home while she was taking a shower. But all night long, she was real miserable. A small fire was ignited deep in her groin and in her breasts-a fire she couldn't seem to put out-and it made her feel weak, and scared, and full of lustful cravings that she felt deep down inside of herself.
She felt awfully guilty and miserable, so much so that she was hardly able to sleep a wink for many nights in a row. She felt irrational, tense, nervous, searching for something. This frantic searching made furrows show up on her forehead. God, how she was searching for something to satisfy that craving deep down inside her young body.
But-poor kid-she was searching for something that she just couldn't seem to find for the simple reason that she wasn't exactly sure of what it was she was searching for.
In the middle of the afternoon one day when she got home from school, she found her father still sleeping in his bedroom. She rushed to the kitchen, opened the ice box and found-a wiener! She grabbed it, ran to her bedroom and locked herself inside. Boy, did she ever fuck herself off with that wiener. In fact, she fucked herself so hard, the wiener broke in half. It didn't matter though, because she had a real beautiful orgasm, a big one too. It erupted so wildly with gobs and gobs of juice and wow, did it last for a long time!
It was such a wonderful orgasm and it gave her such a wonderful feeling of relief, a feeling that she had been craving for such a hell of a long time. It made her feel so good that she pulled out the broken wiener and gobbled it down-juice-gobs and all.
When she finished her sex-wiener snack, she fucked herself off with her finger and experienced another extremely relaxing orgasm. When she had this last orgasm, she cupped her hand to let it all run out into the palm of her hand, opening her legs real wide to be sure that the last drop drained out.
Guess what she did then. That's right. She raised her hand right smack to her mouth and lapped up every drop, then she threw her head back on the pillow so it would flow easily down her throat.
She felt so good now that she just stopped and lay very still, feeling her whole body and all her tingly nerves calming down and becoming so wonderfully relaxed.
For a while-she wasn't really sure just how long-she lay there but couldn't sleep. She got up to go to the bathroom but found her father was using it. Quickly, she darted back to her bedroom, shut and locked the door. Again, right after all this finger fucking which made her feel so good, that wild, strange, and restless tension was throbbing away in her hungry-like-a-pig cunt.
So she lay back down on her bed and started to jack herself off again. But this time she used her hair brush! She moved over to one side of her bed so she could lay one of her feet up on the dresser-top, hunching her hips forward as far as they would go, and spreading her legs wide.
In this wild and weird and sexy position she jacked herself off until she could feel her cream running down her leg almost to the knee. This orgasm, too, was so delicious, and soothing. It relieved and relaxed her little body that was becoming diseased with this sexual hunger which she was beginning to realize could never really be fulfilled.
"You're getting more beautiful every day," her father told her one day as she was sitting down to join him at the dinner table.
"My little girl is going to grow up and become a first class secretary for some big famous executive in the new plant that's going up, and the first sonofabitch who ever lays a hand on you-well, I'm gonna kill him!" he snorted.
"I swear I'll cut the bastard's throat! You're far too beautiful a young girl for some damned stud to maul and slop over. You understand, don't you, that I'm only trying to prevent you from suffering so many indecent exposures I've seen other young girls go through. You do understand that, don't you, Lillie?"
"Yes, daddy," Lillie replied sweetly to her father. "You're so right, daddy. I know you mean well, and-well, after all-I'm still your little girl."
He reached his hand over and touched her cheek and smiled.
Her father was still a young man of only thirty-six. He had always taken good care of himself and he looked extremely handsome in his bus driver's uniform. Tonight, he looked even more handsome and extremely exciting to Lillie.
She seemed to see in him something special all of a sudden, something exciting. The two of them ate their dinner heartily.
Finally, when he left the front door to go to work, she reached way up and kissed him on the cheek, letting her mouth linger longer than she had ever let it linger before.
As she did this, her whole body seemed to scream in a new rapturous feeling. At long last, she was kissing a man-her own father-and a fire deep within her little soul seemed to blast out with a fiery cry of hunger!
Suddenly she drew back from him and looked him in the face with her eyes sparkling in pools of blue love, and her heart throbbed in wild spurts when he smiled down at her and bent his head and kissed her on the cheek.
She thought she would melt! Somehow, she managed to find the strength to squelch her screaming yearnings and stood watching him walking down the block till he disappeared down the street.
At last she shut the door behind her and stood there for a long time, smoldering, hurting, craving.
CHAPTER THREE
Lillie went to bed early. She heard her mother come in from work but she didn't even bother to open the door.
All night long she tossed and turned and suffered in bed, until she placed her delicate hand between her legs and jacked herself off. Each time she fucked herself with her finger she would find relief but only for a short time, and then the horrible feeling of hunger and tension would return to her groin.
The nipples of her big breasts grew hard. She flipped them with her finger and each time they sprung back as if they were rubber. Her breast flesh turned extremely sensitive and she felt as if she were afire between her legs as her pussy itched and twitched and her extremely large mass of pubic hair between her legs constantly stayed wet with frothing pussy juice that almost constantly drained from her cunt She was so miserable that she could no longer wear panties for the pressure of panties between her legs and against her cunt constantly worked at the lips of her cunt and frothed out as if it were a big white mass of white soap suds being worked alive by a writhing mass of worms. Her whole body seemed as if it were exploding with a fever, sending her blood racing throughout her whole body in erupting spurts so hard that she often felt as if her heart would explode.
Constantly, throughout the nights, she was forced to leave her bed and go to the bathroom and clean the sticky goo between her legs with big wads of toilet tissue which she always flushed down the commode. In bed her pussy hair stayed sopped with her sticky cream so much so that she could smell it, and each morning she looked down at the sheets that were wet, and she let her nose run over the sheets, smelling the come-odor of salty vileness that seemed to be mixed with urine and human flesh secretions. The vileness of the odor seemed to cling to her nostrils constantly and added to the viciousness of the urging disease of erupting sexual clawings and gnawing of her insides.
As the days passed and even the years until she completed high school she almost always found herself frightened of herself, not frightened of people around her so much but consciously frightened of herself, the precautions she had to take to keep from throwing herself at those who threw themselves at her, forcing herself away from them, ignoring their cries and whistles, but always with the sticky odor of cream frothing out of her cunt hole and sopping her big hairy bush, all the way from the slit just under her navel and on down into the crack of her ass to her rectum.
She had seemed to turn inward, and although trying to force herself to not even think of associating with others, she constantly wanted to and craved to have friends, but always being reminded of the heavy restricted discipline of her father and her own craving sexual condition, she finally realized she had entered an era of her life which had become confused, tormented and almost vicious.
Now that she was home permanently after graduation from high school, and after her father came home and went to bed, and making sure he had fallen into a heavy sleep, she consistently returned to her room, finally finding herself in an extremely high state of nervousness and. tension, always stripping down naked to stand before the mirror, opening her thighs as wide as she could, stretching open the lips of her cunt before the mirror, seeing the red hole that was white with frothy cream working itself out, ramming herself hard with either the hairbrush or her fingers until she cracked her rocks, letting her fingers tickle her clit and finding herself being tormented again in a frothy orgasm, letting her finger rest in her hole as she watched herself in the mirror, watching the lips of her cunt wrap themselves around her finger and chewed and sucked on her finger as if it were a big frothy mouth of a mad dog, chewing and sucking on her finger as if it were trying to suck her whole hand up into her cunt bowels.
Then, following such an orgasm, she would creep out of her room, down a long hallway. She would crack the door to her father's room slightly, peek inside, see him sleeping, see him turning over onto his back. She watched him spread his legs, running his hands down into his shorts, groping himself, scratching the hairy patch between his legs, seeing the big meat roll out. She watched the pulsating purple head of it, seeing the sac of his balls falling down into the crack of his ass. Then watching his head turn from side to side, a low moan, then fall back heavily into sleep again.
Each time she would rush back to her room and fuck herself again with either the hairbrush, her finger, or a weiner. Almost always she would devour the full length of the weiner into her cunt, then push it into her mouth, tasting the vileness of her own cream on her tongue as her cheeks pushed out from stuffing the weiner in her mouth, feeling her jaws getting tired and more tired as she chewed wildly on the weiner until it became a big mass of cream filled meat inside her mouth, mushy, sweet, fleshy yet salty tasting.
Then she would dive onto the side of her bed, rip the sheets from it and stuff some of the white material into her mouth, chewing on it wildly, forcing herself to turn her attention to hurting herself rather than racing back to her father's bedroom, throwing the door open, diving herself onto the bed and literally devouring his red meat and balls in her mouth and cunt.
Obediently she obeyed him. She always stayed at home apart from others. Always constantly finding her mind tormented in fighting something she herself never had and probably never could understand. She fought within herself, being obedient to her father's demands. He giving her no leeway to seek for herself a freedom from the area of the home.
And in her present condition she knew she wouldn't do so even if she could, because if she were ever turned loose onto humanity, she now seemed to realize, she would humiliate and mutilate herself and her family. She'd find herself and her family befallen with disgrace, shame, disgust and loathed by society.
She knew she was obedient. That, alone, she seemed to realize was the only control she had left over herself. Perhaps it was a blessing, she often thought, for without her ability to do as she was told and to live under such a heavy restricted discipline, she would land up in prison in less than a day's time, but on the other hand she often told herself: What would be better, prison or an institution for the insane to control her own lunacy.
She often found herself terribly disgusted with her own being, for each time she jacked herself off the more she wanted the real thing: the hard pricks of men, not boys, but pure, genuine, grown men with big meats between their legs and heavy balls that would slap her in the tail. Meat to fuck, to eat, to gorge down her throat, meat to love, meat to erupt into her mouth, meat to satisfy her hunger for the taste of human flesh both deep into her cunt-groin and in her mouth.
On this hot day, while her father slept in his room, she tossed and tumbled in her own bed, attempting to take an afternoon nap, trying to rid herself of an extreme bolt of nervousness and tension, trying not to jack herself off for the more she did the more disgusted she became with herself, with her parents, and the world in general.
Her first introduction into the high-powered, full-steam world of satisfying sex came right in her own bedroom.
It was something she either had to have or die. She decided she would try anything, and if this one trick did not work, then she would race to the bathroom, pick up a sharp razor blade and slit her throat from ear to ear!
She lay naked in her bed, stretched out wildly, kneading her big breasts, making the nipples hard, flipping them with her fingers, watching them flip back as if they were rubber, letting out a little moan.
CHAPTER FOUR
Naked, she left her bed, cracked the door and looked down the long hall, seeing that her father's door was cracked too.
Quickly, she returned to her bed, pushed one of the pillows between her legs, wrapping her legs around it. Then she pulled the other one up around her big pink breasts, wrapped her arms around it and started tugging on it as if she were pulling a man down onto her chest.
Her mouth opened, she seemed to start talking to the pillow, low at first, then talking louder and louder, hunching her hips onto the pillow between her legs, squashing the other pillow down onto her breasts.
"Careful, honey," she started talking to the pillow. "Careful now, or you'll break your root off in me."
Then she reached down with one hand under the pillow between her legs and seemed to fondle something she thought was sticking there, feeling as if she were fondling the whole, turgid length of a prick, letting her hand run around the imaginary head of it.
"It's big!" she said louder. "The head of your darling meat is a big and as red as a tomato, and it's flaming hot too, just like my cunt! Stick it in, honey! Shove it to me! Ream me out! Ram it to me! And, oh, what fantastic balls you have! They feel as if they're filled with a whole big sack of sticky malt, thick and creamy, your balls stuffed like big figs and your hairy ball-meat feeling like it's a big wad of soft scrambled eggs! I'm beginning to feel it now! The head! The big head of it! Right at the entrance of my juicy hole! Give it to me! Ram me that big, fat root all the way up to your stomach!"
She scrambled all over the bed and crawled all over the pillows, the big bush of black pussy hair showing to the fullness of the room and the crack at the door each time she spread her legs wide open, kicking them high into the air, letting her feet wiggle and squirm and kick.
Again she imagined she had hold of a big prick in her hand, looking at it as if it were a huge instrument, looking down to see if the brown flesh of it was sticking into her white flesh, bringing out the human hard flesh coloring of it by the blackness of her cunt-hair, feeling this imaginary man pressing forward between her legs, feeling her guide the maroon colored head of it between her gaping pussy-lips, just where she had always craved it to be since the first time she had been able to crack her rocks when she was only a twelve year old girl. "Oh GIVE it to me!" she screamed aloud, her shrill cries racing around the room. "I can't stand it any longer! RAM it to me!"
Then she felt herself seemingly being filled up as if great thigh muscles were being pushed onto her. Ramming a massive piece of meat into her cunt. Socking it up all the way to the hilt. Ripping and tearing the tissues and tendons of her cunt apart, loving the dreadful pain that suddenly seemed to streak into her groin with the wild burst and thrust of his ramming.
Her mouth opened, she seemed to scream out with an anguish that shattered not only the walls in her own room but in every room in the house.
Quickly, her father awakened. He jumped straight up in his bed, his hair a mess all over his head. His big body standing rigid, waiting a moment until he could clear his mind and force himself from a deep sleep. Shaking his head, he tried to shake the sleep from himself, trying to discover whether or not he had suffered a nightmare or whether or not it was actually a scream he had heard.
He pushed his hands over his face, rubbed his face muscles and nose. He started to return to his bed, when suddenly he heard the screams and moans again coming from down the hall.
In his underwear, with his massive meat half-hard and his balls hanging down half-way to his knees, he raced down the hall and came to a sudden halt before Lillie's door. He peeked in through the crack in the door.
There, he saw his daughter fucking the pillows. Her naked little form pink all over. Her hair amass and swishing from one side of the bed to the other with each quick turn of her head, seeing the blackness of the hair in the crack of her ass and around her cunt as she shot her feet straight into the air and kicked them wildly. Her hips gyrating against the pillow. Her hands heavily caressing the other pillow around her breasts, her mouth kissing and chewing on the pillow.
Her father stood there, aghast, unbelieving, watching when rapid-fire movements of her hips began to pound away at the pillow. Watching her crotch open then close, skewering her vitals into the pillow, beating it with a steady rat-tat-tat against the white material of the pillow which had now grown wet with her pussy juices.
He opened the door wider and stood there watching her.
He was astounded, shocked, witnessing this inconceivable act of sex coming forth from his daughter right before his eyes. Watching her crotch turn frothy and beat against the pillow with rapid-fire-movement fuck strokes.
"OU-U-U-U BABY-BABY-BABY!" she screamed each time she fucked her hops onto the pillow. Her arms wrapping around the pillow and her legs thrashing rapidly, all the while she kept moaning as if a man were really fucking her. Then her mouth seemingly running over his neck and face with a great barrage of extremely wet kisses, driving herself into a maniacal fury of wild and ferocious fucking. Her hands dug into the pillow, seemingly letting her fingers rip into the flesh of a man's back with sharp nails piercing and cutting into the white material of the pillow case, then she screamed again: "FUCK ME HARDER, BABYBABY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!"
For a moment her father wanted to race to the kitchen, grab up a broom and beat her to death with it.
He stood there, stiffened, hard, and almost grizzled. But so was his prick that was now sticking out from under his shorts, the red head of it pointing directly to the bed where his daughter was still wildly fucking the pillow. His prick rose on up and up and up, raising the material of the boxer shorts with it.
"KEEP FUCKING ME!" she screamed again, now having worked herself up into such a frenzie that she was half-conscious and half-unconscious, her mind blending into a mixture of hard fucking sensationalism and disgusted despair.
Her father opened the door all the way and stepped inside the room, pushing his shorts down to the floor, stepping out of them, then ripping his undershirt up over his head.
Lillie screamed again, her scream that was shrill and loud seemingly unleashing a boiling rampage of juice deep inside her vagina, bringing onto herself a pillow-fucked orgasm, all of which blended with her wild desires to mix with an avalanche of frothy cream that started to drain out of her cunt right in her father's face.
But her orgasm was not enough. Her ass still shot forth, shoving her cunt onto the pillow, wetting it, making rat-a-tat rams onto the pillow, her pussy so wet and sloppy that with each ram of it onto the pillow suck sounds could be heard all over the room.
Her father shook his head and stepped closer to the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
In spite of his nakedness, it was not a father's incestuous love that he intended to give to her.
He lunged forward toward the bed, reaching both hands out as if he were clawing at her naked little body. Instead of touching her flesh, he grabbed hold of the pillows, both at the same time, jerked them from her naked body, thrust them way over his head, and, with one hard crash down onto her naked body, he hit her with the pillows hard.
He discarded one. With the other he started to beat her furiously, cruelly, hitting her so hard that the pillow burned her body, struck at her breasts, his throat, all over her face.
Then he caught her by one of her legs and viciously beat her in the crotch with the pillow.
She struggled wildly, screaming from the depths of her throat, gurgling in her spit that she had strangled on.
Her face turned first red, then purple, then white. Her throat split with screams, realizing now that her father had caught her, and the more he beat her with the pillow, it seemed the more he was trying to beat the breath of life out of her.
Finally he stopped beating her, but still hovered over her as if he were a wild beast.
"Don't hurt me, Daddy!" she screamed. "I'm sorry, really I am. I didn't mean for you to catch me doing that."
"You nasty little whoring sonofabitch!" he scowled at her. "You, my daughter, in here fucking a damned pillow. What in the name of the devil has gotten into you? I demand to know-here, right now, right here in your raw nakedness!"
"I'm sick, Daddy," she said, half-crying, sobbing. "I know I'm sick. I can't get out and do like other girls do. You won't let me. You keep me penned up here like a little bitch dog, and I'm all sick inside. Frustrated. This is the only way that I can relieve myself. After all, you're human too. There, you, standing there naked in my presence, and that big thing between your legs. You're as guilty as I am. Your guilt is showing right down there. Well, isn't it?"
"I'm your father, Lillie," he scolded back. "Where I come from I have a right to go naked in front of my family if I want to. But you, you're a girl, my daughter. When I see you doing a thing like that it makes my heart all black inside me, knowing that you were raised better than that."
His voice was distressed. "Suddenly I see myself a failure right there in front of me, by seeing my daughter having sexual intercourse with a fucking pillow!"
"But I can't help it, Daddy!" she begged. "You said you'd kill me if I went out with boys. What else can a girl do?"
He thought for a minute, his hand reaching down, stroking his balls.
"Well, I guess there is something to what you say. I know other young girls get out and fuck just about anything that walks, crawls or flies. But it's the men and boys I'm worried about. They'll maul you and hurt you and claw at you and tear your flesh away and spew their seed inside your cunt and leave you with nothing but a wretched disgust for yourself, for them, and for everybody eke you come in contact with."
He stepped forward. "Don't you understand what I mean? I merely mean to protect my little girl. I'm sorry you had no other sisters or even brothers to grow up with and play with. But that's not my fault. I tried like hell to give you a brother or sister, and I've enjoyed every damned stroke of it. I still fuck every chance I get. Your mother still screws like a mink and she's only thirty-five years old. Neither of us seem to get enough of it. Don't you hear the bed squeak every time we get together?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Yes, I've heard it many times. And that's when I just lay there on this damned bed, hoping, praying, that some day I can do the same thing."
He looked down between her legs and saw the wet hair all around the slit.
"You're just like your mother," he said. "She was a nymphomaniac from the day she was born and she still is. I know she fucks other men, but there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I've fucked other women and-"
He silenced and looked down upon the nakedness of his daughter.
All he saw was her peering upward into his face, her liquid blue eyes, filled with tears, extra bright.
Her golden hair was matted into long strings now. Her bangs spread on her brow in short streaks. Her long hair hung about her shoulders in. strings of wetted ropes, coding all over her shoulders, some of the tips spilling down over her breasts, her big breasts that were pink and swelling and suddenly growing hard.
She whimpered like a little girl dog, little whimpers that seemed to be a mixture of begging and of fear that he would possibly attack her again, little whimpers that sprang from her throat in a deep uncertainty.
She reached her hands upwards. He stepped closer and in a moment of erupting wild human emotion he pulled her up from the bed, sank his mouth over hers, dug his tongue deep into his daughter's mouth and started sucking out wads of spit foams.
For the first time in her life she was being kissed by a man-her own handsome and now suddenly beautiful and tender father-her heart almost jumped out of her body.
Her breasts were being rubbed and kneaded and pulled on by his hands, hands other than her own. Her groin was digging and clawing and screaming all inside her little body.
She did not waste one moment of sucking on his mouth, did not waste one moment of her hands being idle for she caught hold of his big root and slowly jacked it back and forth in slow motion strokes, feeling for the first time in her young life the feel of a man's prick, finding it hard, hot, warm, and fleshy.
She reached way up and threw her arms around his neck.
She pulled his head down harder, shoving his mouth deeper into hers, feeling his tongue sinking itself deep into her mouth, feeling big gobs of his spit being excreted into her mouth, swallowing it, begging hungrily for more.
He sucked her tongue out of her mouth, chewing on it as if it were a piece of red hot leather made for chewing.
The spit was being drained out of her mouth. He swallowed the big gobs of it down his throat, swallowed it down into his gullet.
The heat of their naked bodies steamed so much that their flesh flushed under their skin.
Her little hands hungrily slipped from around his shoulders and worked their way on down over his biceps. They fell further down to his naked hips.
As soon as her hands reached his hips she started letting the fingers crawl along his flesh until she reached the cheeks of his manly ass, letting her hands stretch and cup his buttocks, letting her fingers dig into the flesh.
Then, while he clung heavily onto her she worked her hands back over his hips to his front, letting her hands work down through the big mass of rough pubic hair from his navel, on down into thicker patches, until she caught hold of his pulsating prick, her hands working restlessly, their breaths growing shorter and shorter and shorter, now in sucking gasps.
She opened her eyes and looked him right in the face. Hei blue eyes, now dancing in her face, now filled with a surprised joy and excitement, sparkled with a new glitter.
Her father smiled down at her and felt the pressure of her fingers groping on his meat, harder and harder.
Then he spread his legs and gave her plenty of room as one of her hands started sliding down across the big mat of his hair to take hold of his balls.
She grabbed onto them hungrily, weighing them up and down in the palm of her hand, then groping them from side to side, pulling the sack out, letting her fingernails stroke the hairy flesh of his ball-sac.
Quickly he swept his daughter into his arms, thrashing her trembling little body against his own hot flesh.
Her big breasts stood straight out and he crushed them against the wetness of his chest and crushed the black hair that was still and bristling into the flesh of her breasts.
Her young white thighs were now dripping with sweat as he pulled her harder against him, so close that she was forced to release his root and drop his balls.
Quickly her arms wrapped themselves around his waist and again her hands clawed at the cheeks of his ass, then up into the small of his back, then down again into the crack of his hairy ass.
Her hands felt along the arching curves of his asscheeks, her fingers spreading out, spreading the cheeks of his ass, then kneading the flesh.
Her index finger slid on down the crack against the bulges of his ass, working on down and down, finally plunging into the puckering hole of his rectum that was sunk into a deep mass of wirey hair, then letting her finger sink on into the hole after it had oiled itself up.
She rammed her finger on in as far as it would go, as far up into his bowels that she could, feeling the warmness of his body juices wrapping themselves around her finger, soaking it, feeling big gobs of putridity inside, feeling his rectum muscles drawing on her finger and puckering on it as if it were trying to suck her whole hand into his asshole.
The deeper she rammed her finger into his rectum, the harder he crushed her body onto his hairy body.
At last he crushed her hard against his chest, then with a quick pull onto her body he picked up her legs and started squirming around the bed.
She whimpered softly, moanful whimpers coming out of her throat, while holding onto him tightly with her finger still sticking in his ass.
"Dear, dear Daddy!" she finally gasped. "I feel like I'm in a dream world, but I'm hurting so much inside that I feel like I could die any minute."
He squatted on top of her, looking down into her doll-like face, seemingly feeling a contempt for himself in his act of incest.
But then a feeling of jealousy worked itself into him for he knew he was the first man who had ever touched his daughter and he wanted to prove to her and to himself that he was the only man in the world for her, his beautiful daughter.
He wanted to prove to her that he was far better than any other man she would ever take on, no matter how long she lived and no matter how many men she would ever be able to screw.
She seemed to turn frightened and cold and stiffened beneath him. Slowly, he reached his hand behind him, caught hold of her hand and removed her finger from his asshole.
He tried to force one of his knees between her stiffened legs, but found that she only gasped from her throat which had suddenly seemed to constrict with a fear, a fear that also showed in her eyes.
She held her legs together tightly, seemingly as if she were unable to move them.
Quickly, he sank his head down to her breasts, opened his mouth, and dropped it to her exceptionally large breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and tightened down with his teeth, biting down slightly, hearing her let out a small little cry of pain.
Then he opened his mouth and gobbled at her arching throat, chewing on her skin, then drawing his open mouth up to her now rose-red lips that were parted.
He plunged his leather-like tongue between her lips, sinking it deep into her mouth, almost all the way down into her throat, then removing it from her mouth and started chewing on her lips. He kept chewing on them until her lips started swelling, chewing on them cruelly, brutally.
Quickly she threw her head to one side, and each time his mouth raced to catch her lips again, she managed to throw her head to the other side, her hair flapping all about the white sheets.
Her father grabbed hold of a big mass of her golden hair and forced her face upwards, then plunged his mouth against hers again, his teeth once again chewing on her Up flesh, running his tongue across her swollen lips.
Finally, she was able to open her mouth far enough that she could stick her tongue out at his mouth, wet and red, pushing forward like a crawling asp, then started wiggling from side to side just inside his lips.
For some time he let his teeth chew on her tongue, then, finally, let his wet tongue wander up over her nose, around her eyes, then all over her doll-like face.
Her fear had suddenly seemed to grow worse and she could not force herself to open her legs and permit him to penetrate her.
He squatted on top of her in his raw nakedness. Finally, she found she could move her arms and he raised his ass high enough to allow her to push her hands down under his body and grope his pulsating and throbbing meat.
Her fingers caught hold, her fingernails digging into the sides of his penis as if they were trying to claw the flesh off the bone hard root.
She kept at this. Her fingers moved the skin of his prick back and forth, slowly, first toward her, then pushing the skin way down until her little finger could touch his balls.
With her other hand, she reached way down and caught hold of his balls and pulled on them, hard, first catching on ball in her hand and pulling on it, then the other, feeling his hairy flesh wallowing all in the palm of her hand.
Then, viciously, she let her arms wrap around to the small of his back and with cruel rips and tears of her fingernails she started digging into the flesh of his back, ripping the skin.
Quickly her father jumped from the bed and stood straight up.
"You bitch sonofabitch!" he scolded her, his hands pushing around his backside. "You're just like your mother! You want blood, and you want to act like a damned maniac!"
"I'm scared of you, Daddy," she finally begged. "I just can't help myself. You're so rough and I don't exactly know what to expect, and I'm just scared to death of you. Please forgive me."
"There's no forgiveness for you laying there like that, stiff as a damned board with your legs crossed. Why in the fuck don't you open your legs and let me screw you in a civilized way and I wouldn't have to be so damned rough. I didn't cringe when you stuck your fucking little finger up my asshole-why in the hell do you fear me enough to keep your fucking legs crossed?"
"I don't know, Daddy," she begged again. "I just don't know. I've never been with a man before and-"
"Well," he snorted. "You're with one now, probably the best man you'll ever come across in your life, so open those damned legs and let me screw you."
She didn't answer. Neither did she move. She merely lay there, seemingly frozen in fear.
With a jam downward he caught hold of a big mass of her pussy hair on the lower part of her stomach and twisted it in his hand, cruelly, brutally.
She cringed her face and bit her tongue to keep from crying out. But that didn't stop him, for he quickly rammed his finger down in between her legs, working deeply and furiously to find the opening of her cunt hole.
He rammed hard between her legs and found she was already wet and the wetness gave his finger a lubrication that permitted him to push his finger on down between her flesh and wiggle it.
Soon he could feel the edge of her hole and he let his finger curl up into it, but she had crossed her legs so tightly that he could not penetrate his finger above the tip of it.
Still, she would not give, her eyes now hardening in fright, her face showing fear.
Again he jumped on top of his daughter, placing one knee on each side of her hips. Then he started beating her across her face, slapping her hard, slapping her face from one side to the other, her hair flying all about the bed with each of his slaps. His slaps so hard that they were making her face red.
With his other hand he caught her again between her legs, grabbing a big wad of her pubic hair and twisting it brutally, feeling her legs give a little, parting slightly.
Quickly, he pushed one knee in between her legs and followed with the other, his powerful knee now forcing her legs further apart.
But as quickly she reached forward with her hands and grabbed hold of his balls and started yanking at them, trying her damndest to pull them from his body.
She pulled so hard that he let out with a deep roar, the pain brutal, her hands tearing at him, tearing wildly at his balls, until he finally managed to catch hold of her wrists and twisted on her flesh, forcing her to turn his balls loose. The pain in his crotch was extreme. He pushed her arms up over her shoulders, pinning them behind her head.
She moaned and groaned in fear and anguish, gasping heavily, her big breasts bubbling all over her chest, her arms locked behind her head with his powerful arms.
Her father growled. He could see the distorted expression of pain and fear on her face, feel the tightness of her legs against his knees, feel her body flailing up against his stomach.
He knew now that his daughter had to have his cock and he had to have her pussy, for the both of them were now sunken into a well of sexual torment, her in fear, him in need of her.
At the same time he knew his daughter was in need of a fucking and he was bound and determined to fuck her even if he had to kill her first.
Her father snorted and growled, then lowered the weight of his body fully over her writhing little body, feeling the sweat forming and splashing between them as she struggled against his powerful strength.
Her hips pushed hard against his stomach, trying to force him from over her, her arms being held behind her head struggling to pull herself free.
She began to kick at him, pounding her feet onto the cheeks of his ass, trying her damnest to pound him between his legs, to hit his balls with her heels, to try to kick them off his body and make them swell and bloat in a cruel blow if she could only work her leg around enough to be able to kick him in the balls.
She was now breathing in quick little bursting snorts, too filled with fear and too weak to cry out very loud.
She tried to move her hips and finally managed to move them upwards and tried again to be able to beat him in the ass with her heels. But she was growing weaker and weaker, both from her fear and from trying to struggle free from his powerful strength.
But that was all she could do. Just try to struggle for she discovered that her father was a powerful man.
And he was also a very naked and a very determined man.
And he was all man.
CHAPTER SIX
He finally found that she had grown so weak that all she could do was whimper under him.
Slowly, he pushed his knees out and forced her legs wide open.
He looked down between her breasts and saw his root hanging there, the head of it pulsating in her wet pubic hair, poking at the ring of the sopping hair, hanging there, pulsating, swollen, hard, begging, the big blue veins standing far out, the head of it red and wet.
He let it hang there for a long time, suddenly hearing her little whimpers grow smaller and smaller, seeing her turn her head slowly to the other side, his hands reaching down, cupping her big breasts, feeling her hands starting to wrap themselves around the back of his head, holding him softly.
The red head of his meat finally touched the opening of her now sopping cunt.
He merely held it there.
She made a thin little sigh.
He gave a short stab forward and let the head of it enter her cunt hole. She gave out with a thin little screech of pain. Then he saw her eyes suddenly open and her mouth opened wide and her tongue stuck way out She seemed as if she wanted to shout for help, but as quickly as she started to scream he thrust his mouth down hard over hers and his wet leathery tongue surged deep into her mouth and silenced her lips. Each time he stuck his tongue deep into her mouth she bit down on it with her teeth, seemingly as if she were trying to chew it off, wanting to hurt him, but he endured each of her teeth bites onto his tongue and slowly plunged his meat another inch into her cunt.
But there he stopped. A sharp pain hit him just at the base of the glans of his root for just as her cunt-lips wrapped themselves around the back of his glans he felt such a terrific pain shoot through his cock that it electrified up the full length of his shaft, into his balls and even out his asshole.
She was so damned tight that he suddenly realized he was in trouble. Although she was extremely wet and the natural lubrication oils had fully formed he discovered that his daughter was so tight that for a moment he doubted seriously if he could plunge another inch into her cunt.
At the same time a battle royal was taking place with their tongues. He also felt her cunt-lips starting to chew on his meat, just behind the glans. She was trying, trying hard to let her cunt suck his prick on deep into her but her cunt-hp sucks were only faint little sucks and he had already stretched the lips so far that she had very little control over them.
He knew her opening had to be stretched. He knew that only he wanted to stretch it before any other man could have the chance. He was determined enough to screw her that he was bracing his ass for a full plunge deep into her cunt, even if he had to split her wide open.
He waited for a minute, looked down, seeing the head of his meat sunk into her hole. Seeing the long shaft of it that was fat and duck and pulsating, now almost blood-red, feeling the ripeness of her cunt-lips still wrapped around his root just behind the head of it. Then he prepared to shove hard, determined to ram it to her, strong in his determination, fully bracing himself to ram it home.
She tried to tear her mouth away from his as he locked his mouth over her swollen lips again but all she could do was gasp in little shrieks.
Suddenly, he pushed his knees out wider, pushing her legs farther apart, lowering his chest onto her breast. Then, with one hard ram, one powerful shove forward with his hips, he rammed his meat down deep into her. So painful for him that a deep pain shot out of his tail, finally letting go of her mouth as he discovered she was almost strangled, feeling her knees shooting up alongside his hips, seeing her throat arch up.
The dreadful pain locked across her face, feeling the powerful pangs of tightness wrapped around his meat, feeling the hot, meaty and fleshy walls of her vagina so tight against the sides of his prick that he could even feel the blood of her body pulsating against his hard meat.
He decided to let his root soak. Carefully, he flattened his body out fully lengthwise onto hers, seeing that she had now ceased from her little whimpers, feeling her walls give a little and stretching to the size of his meat, but always feeling the hot pulsating flesh of the walls of her cunt fully wrapped around and devouring fully the whole length of his cock.
Slowly, very slowly, he pulled his ass out an inch at the time, very slowly, feeling the hot flesh give way, feeling the whole mass of her cunt flesh now still hot but stretching slightly, feeling that he now had all of his meat removed form her cunt except the head of it, always taking care not to hurt her anymore. No longer brutal or cruel, now slow, easy, arching his head up. He curled his back, gathered more strength in his loins. Holding his buttocks poised outward, then, slowly, again, he pushed his hips forward deeper into her again, hearing only a faint little wail of pain escaping from her throat.
He could now feel the juicy cream of her lubrication hot and wet all around his cock. Feeling her taut legs now rapping around his hips like a pair of beautiful arms, She pushed her hops up to his, seemingly helping work his fiery meat back into her deeper and deeper, then, soon, each time he pulled his ass backward she pulled her ass backward about the same time.
It was not long before his tongue again started darting in and out of her swollen mouth, sucking so hard that he was bringing saliva foam out with it.
Then, after several minutes, he could feel her moving, ecstatic little body writhing beneath him.
Then each seemed to feel raging fires surging through the avenues of their blood; something like big red flames spurting out all over their bodies. And it was not long before their bodies started writhing together in murmuring, sweating frenzy, as if they were coiling snakes.
At long last, her father discovered that he had conquered his daughter and Lillie was now happy that he had. She knew now what he said was true, for she was so tight that if any other man would have gotten hold of her he could have killed her.
Although her father had had to use force he had also done her a kind deed by forcing his prick deep into her. Now she could eventually screw all she wanted to, with any size or shape of prick, and now that the both of them had fully shaped and adjusted to the other, their bodies seemed to relax and cod in sexual rapture and without the brutal attitude of only a few minutes before.
Her father now started to fuck her in the accustomed fashion he had always fucked women-women who had long sought after him for they knew when he fucked them they would get a special satisfaction.
As soon as he commenced his slow fuck strokes, Lillie felt an enraptured thrill of sex cut into her. Now, for the first time in her life, she realized that her cunt was filled with a real genuine manly prick, wetly stuffing itself into her with each of its slow strokes forward.
She was so relaxed and the feel of his prick fucking her was so good that she locked her thighs around him and begged for him to never stop. Then her father began fucking her in and out, very slowly, in and out, drawing his meat out to the very head with each of his fuck strokes before again moving his hips forward and pushing and stuffing it back into her cunt.
Her cunt felt as if it was suddenly on fire, a raging fire, and each time he lapped his wet mouth onto her breasts the more the fire seemed to blaze and the tighter she locked her thighs around him. He began sucking on one of her nipples at the time, gently now, never hard or brutal, sucking one nipple with his mouth and milking the other with his free hand.
She suddenly felt her first orgasm beginning to erupt with a prick inside her. Quickly, she flexed 'her ass to tighten her muscles as hard as she possible could, feeling her asshole becoming taught, drawing the muscles in her ass as tight as she could. Then she started shooting hard, spurt after spurt into her cunt, her father snorting each time he could feel spurts of her juice shoot onto his slowly plunging prick sides. Each squirt of it scalding, now giving off a body odor from between her legs, making her whole body between her legs extremely wet.
She felt some of her juice squirting out the sides of her cunt each time he kept up that slow fuck stroke movement into her. It ran down into the crack of her ass. She enjoyed the feel of the oily juice on her asshole. His balls slapped on the inside of her cheeks in all its wetness, slapping slightly, making a wet sound. Her orgasm kept up, harder and harder, than she had ever experienced before, so hard that she hurt way up inside her stomach with a gnawing, craving, hurt, so much so that she was almost sickened.
She started grinding her hips up toward his hips, each time he flattened his stomach out onto hers, letting her cunt lips suck on the full length of his shaft, trying to force him to come inside her. But he kept up with his slow, tormentingly beautiful fuck strokes and she could hardly wait until she could feel his hot shots of juicy cream shoot into the bowels of her cunt and mix with her own juice.
Her father was still young and a thoroughly experienced fucker. She knew he was right when he had said he knew what screwing was all about and the more he screwed the more he wanted to screw. He seemed tireless and each of his slow fuck-strokes forward seemed merely to add to his joy of fucking his own daughter.
What made her seem so joyful about being fucked by him was because he never now fucked hard or fast, merely the same slow, tormenting thrusting pace of fucking her slowly, in and out, in and out, moving with perfect rhythm, never changing his pace, always the same, each in perfect movement as the one before.
His fuck strokes were so perfect that she could feel all of the warty areas of his big prick and feel all the big blue veins in it, and almost fainted each time the head of it nudged her clit. He seemed to do this quite often when he withdrew his meat out to the end and tickled her clit with the head of his root.
He kept fucking her, sending her in a sexual rapture that she never dreamed could be possible. She felt his balls slap soothingly against her tail with each of his strokes. His strokes were so beautiful that she started another orgasm. At once she cupped his face in her hands, pulled it away from her nipple and started to kiss him, letting him ram his red, wet and hot tongue deep into her mouth in spite of her swollen lips.
He could feel her starting to have another orgasm with the heat of her mouth tugging on his, and the quick and rapid strokes of her hips. She shot another wad, much much harder than the first time, helplessly begging for more, knowing full well that her sex organs were diseased with an over-ripeness and an inexhaustible craving. And now that she had experienced a peter for the first time in her life she wanted to fuck until she died.
But she still had not experienced him shooting off inside her cunt and she was craving for the wonderful experience. She started gyrating her tail wildly and slid her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Her pussy kept coming, fantastically, sloppy, feeling as if a thousand wriggling little come-worms were working themselves alive inside her cunt and at the same time each little wriggling worm seemed to be eating into her cunt walls, boding out the big wads of her cream, chewing on them, and devouring each gob as if it were a load of milk sweet, yet sour and salty.
The palpitation of the great mass of wriggling worms now giving off such a smell and odor from her cunt that she could smell it so strongly that she could almost taste it. Even her father noticed it and snorted, but he too seemed to enjoy the seething odor that was coming from her cunt. He stopped once and looked down between his legs. She raised her head and looked and saw the bubbling cream boiling out of her cunt so much so that it looked like a big mass of soap suds.
She was still having her orgasm, or possibly another one that had erupted before the other one had ever stopped. She was so diseased with nymphomania that, as a girl on fire, she simply could not help herself. And with her father seemingly never tiring nor ever reaching a climax, or even wanting to shoot his wad, she was being driven slowly but surely into complete insanity.
She thought she would never stop coming, but when she finally did she realized her father was still stuffing his prick into her at that same, slow, steady and tormenting pace of his slow fuck strokes-in and out, slow, in and out, stuffing her as smoothly and persistently as a gushing pump.
After much of his fucking and another orgasm, she began to feel a bit scratched and sore and inflamed around the lips of her cunt near her clit.
But she didn't give a damn if her cunt lips were about to be worn off. She was determined to fuck as long as she possibly could.
Her father was giving her not only what she wanted but also what she needed. He was a real experienced fucker. His virility seemed to be endless and his fuck strokes never ending, but at times he seemed to grow a little worn out himself. He would start breathing in little snorts and at times his mouth hung open.
But there was still a wonderful and marvelous expression on his face every moment he had his prick sunk into her cunt. At times she begged that he would shoot his wad deep into her, and at other times she prayed that he would never stop.
She was getting the screwing of her life, for the first time in any girl's life is the time she will always remember. This is one experience she would never forget even if she lived to be a hundred years old.
He lowered his head and started lapping at her breasts again with his wet mouth. At once she let her fingers run through his beautiful, wavy hair, and let her head fall to one side, completely surrendering herself to the smooth pleasurable humping she was getting from her handsome father.
His fuck strokes soon slowed down, much slower, and she suddenly discovered that he had raised his hips way up and withdrew his prick from her cunt, then started lapping his tongue down over her stomach, letting his tongue toy with her navel, then pushing his body on down between her legs off the side of the bed. He pulled her hips toward his face, placing her feet on his shoulders as he squatted down on the floor on the side of the bed. His eyes looked straight into her frothy cunt.
Then, she saw him open his mouth real wide, stick out his tongue, push his head forward and start lapping at the sides of her cunt.
He lapped up the frothy cream-foam that he had fucked out of her cunt, letting his tongue work its way all into her pussy hairs.
Her father pushed her knees way back, letting his tongue run down past her cunt hole into the crack of her ass. His tongue lapped and cleaned up the juice that had run down into the crack of her ass.
Then his tongue wound itself around the string of her asshole, his fingers reaching into the crack of her ass, pulling her asscheeks apart, pulling out the round and wrinkled and dark brown circle of her asshole.
He sniffed it hard, loving the smell of her body odor. Then when he had pulled out the circle of her rectum, he stuck his tongue into the circle, pushing it past the string, feeling that her rectum was now so well lubricated that he could run his tongue deep into it, letting the tip of it wriggle inside her bowels, letting some of her juices run out onto his tongue, letting it roll down onto his tongue. He swallowed it with a heavy gulp.
But what happened that almost drove her crazy was when he pulled his head back up to her cunt, wrapped his lips around her cunt-hole and started sucking on it.
His tongue that seemed to be warted, rough and as long as a dog's, worked itself deep into her cunt, turning it, twisting it, letting it rub onto the side walls of her cunt, letting the tip of it tickle the clit in her cunt, and his sucking turned into sheer bliss.
Her insides felt as if they were being sucked out of her and tickled her to death, all at the same time.
She lay there for a long time and let him suck her all he wanted to.
She knew now they were both fully infatuated with each other and their secret lives were no longer strangers to them.
Lillie felt free and emancipated and she hoped his act would never end.
He rested for a minute, cleaning his face with the sheet, then touched her cunt again, reaching forward with both of his forefingers, running them into the dark pubic foliage and then pressed her cunt firmly and applied outward pressure, opening the lips of her cunt again.
"My darling little Lillie," her father said. "I can't seem to get enough of you."
Then his tongue suddenly felt thick and swollen again and he could see that her cunt was red and juicy inside as a freshly-sliced watermelon. Her cunt-lips now were separated again in slowly, squirming slices, opening and closing, as if begging for him to again suck and chew on them.
Pressing the lips of her cunt even farther open, he bent his head forward and rammed his tongue deep into the midst of her convoluting cunt-lips.
The taste of her cunt was deeply satisfying to his hunger, but a hunger that he seemed to never actually fulfill no matter how many cunts he would eat.
His tongue stayed rooted in the rich fertile soil of her cunt, and he moaned and tried to press his tongue even further in.
Then when he looked up at her and saw her hips starting to grind in his face he discovered her full beauty of young womanhood now, seeing her head thrown back, her eyes slightly open, her long lashes reaching up into the air, bringing out the youthful beauty of her doll-like face.
Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing was now smooth and her breasts were spread out like huge grapefruit and the nipples on them were thoroughly hard and seemingly begging to be sucked on.
Squatting down in between her legs with her cunt looking him squarely in the face, and with his fatherly thoughts scarcely calm in his head, he noticed his little daughter had now lost most of her child-like expressions and had now fully blossomed forth into young womanhood.
Once again he felt her hips starting to gyrate into his face and he suddenly realized that her cunt was again spewing forth with a rank cunt odor and she was beginning to push it into his face.
At once, he opened his mouth and rammed his tongue deep into her hole, letting the tip occasionally lap at her clit, feeling her fucking him in the mouth, ramming it to him. Her hand caught hold of his hair, pulling his mouth down into her cunt with a pulling force, hearing and feeling the sucking sounds of her cunt lips wrapping themselves around his tongue, feeling them tug at it.
Her stomach rose and feel with the quickness of her breath. Suddenly, hot spurts of her cream gushed out of her cunt into his mouth, squirting onto the sides of his tongue, so hard, so much of it for a woman, and so hot and scalding that as it rolled down his tongue and onto the walls of his throat he was almost strangled.
Her orgasm never seemed to stop. He knew now that his daughter was diseased with the same disease that his wife had been cursed with the day she was born, nymphomania, for he knew that most of the women he had blowed, with the exception of his wife, only had a small amount of sour tasting oil that shot out of their cunts.
Now that he knew for sure that his daughter was also a nymphomanic, he kept lapping at her cunt, feeling the scalding cream shooting into his mouth, his tongue digging deeper and deeper, letting the juice squirt onto his tongue, then little by little, letting it roll down his tongue and finally letting a big gob of it fill his mouth.
He withdrew his mouth slightly to let the white gob roll around in his mouth, savoring the salty taste of it and at the same time sniffing the putrid odor of her cunt seething out into his nostrils.
The cunt lips worked away as if her cunt were a big mouth, talking to him, begging him to either suck it or fuck it again.
Finally, he stuck his tongue way out and dipped the tip of it down around her asshole to draw it up and up and up, letting all of the loose juice fall onto his tongue, eating it, swallowing it, savoring the human cream taste that kept gnawing and craving deeper and deeper into his body, begging for more of the thick salty soup to squirt out into his mouth.
Finally, he decided she had come all she could at the moment. He would let her rest for a few minutes, then dive back into her cunt and dig and suck out another load, a load of her cream that was probably the most satisfying he had ever tasted.
He reached his head forward and kissed her cunt, the same as if he would kiss her on the cheek if she were still a little girl.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He stood up between her legs and let his cunt-thirsty prick and balls hang over her. He told her to lay still. She decided she was experiencing such a wonderful sex experience with her father that he could do anything to her he wanted to and she would do anything to him that he wanted her to.
He stood there for a moment, and she didn't exactly know what to expect.
Slowly, he reached one of his knees up onto the bed, then the other, then finally placing one knee on each side of her shoulders he let his prick dangle toward her mouth while his balls wallowed all over her throat.
This was the same she had once seen being done in a car one night and an act she had never performed before but mostly had only heard of.
Her father reached down between his legs, caught hold of his long shaft, pushed a pillow under her head with his other hand, then pushed the red glans of his prick against her lips, then finally into her mouth. At once she discovered she enjoyed the hot, hard yet pliant flesh of his meat in her mouth. Then, before she knew it, he had pushed his hips forward and she could feel that he had inserted about five inches of his big meat into her mouth and she started sucking on it hungrily.
She found that sucking a root was delicious and good. This first time gave her a thrill of utter excitement. He reached his hands forward up over her head and raised his hips up over her, making the position more comfortable for her to suck him, and at the same time she reached her hands behind him and pulled him down upon her mouth, letting his root glide on down into her throat until she could feel his balls comfortably resting on her chin.
Her father grunted and made sure that he did not fuck his hips forward too hard or too harshly so as to choke her but to let her enjoy herself in this her first sexual sucking and at the same time he was receiving the fullness in joy by feeling her suck on his prick.
Already, one or two times, large drops of his pre-kum had drained out of the head of his root onto her tongue and she had lapped at his prick with a greater hunger, tasting the stickiness of it, and at the same time feeling the head of his meat like a lump of hard ground hamburger ramming down into her throat.
Then, as the same with her cunt, and very slowly, he began a rhythmic gyrating of his hips, drawing his prick out until just the head was inserted between her swollen lips, then easing it back in until his black hairs wrapped themselves around her nose and his hairy balls fell on her chin and slapped them softly.
Each time he pulled the head of his prick back toward her lips she wrapped her tongue around it, and each time she did her father let out with a sexual moan and again moved with that slow movement of his tormenting fuck-strokes.
She seemed to be enjoying so much sucking him off that her father let her suck him for a long time until he didn't seem to be able to stand it anymore and his balls started raising up off her chin and forming into a big meaty ball under his prick between his legs.
Then, when he discovered he could not hold back any longer, he decided to let her have her first shot of male cream.
She felt his muscles tighten in his ass-cheeks, and it was only a few seconds later when her father groaned and moaned and sprayed a big shot of hot scalding cream into the depths of her mouth, and that and all the shots that followed squirting on the back walls of her mouth, hot, scalding, salty, thick-soupy, delicious, filled her mouth with big gobs of it, each gob delicious and fleshy and meaty, and all at the same time with about half of his meat stuck into her mouth and the long wiry hairs of his body tickling her nose and her face.
She discovered, all of a sudden, a boiling of an eruption starting down in her groins again, a sudden and surprising experience for her, for he was not even touching her between the legs, merely squatting over her, holding his prick in her mouth, still shooting big gobs of his cream into her mouth.
She ate his cream hungrily, the delicious taste beyond description unless a person takes some thick tomato juice and gives it a good salting. But as he kept squirting his kum into her mouth, with some of it even squirting out the sides of her mouth and rolling down over her chin, she felt a terrific urging and orgasm starting down in her cunt. She had no idea why she was having an orgasm by merely eating and sucking on her father's prick, but she didn't have time to start questioning herself and, as her father looked around and watched her fucking her hips in wild gyrations behind him, he kept his root stuck in her mouth, feeling her chewing on it, feeling her tongue eating and swirling around it hungrily. She started having a terrific orgasm, her pussy lips sucking the air, begging for either a peter or a tongue, the lips making sucking sounds, wet, loud, juicy, sucking.
She thought she was going crazy and started sucking on her father's root all the more, trying her damndest to eat it off his body, trying to get every last drop of his cream out of his extremely fat piece of meat, loving the taste of it, when suddenly her pussy felt as if it was about to explode as if it were a big boiler exploding and trying to erupt its way up out of her pelvis. She knew then that she could kum with a man by either letting him fuck her or sucking him off, it seemed to make no difference, and the more she sucked her father the more cream flooded into her cunt.
She could still feel his balls wallowing all over her chin and down onto her throat, wet and fleshy, as if they were two big pieces of salt pork that were hairy all over, squirming and wallowing all over her. His sperm tasted like a delicious thick melted jello which had been accidentally salted.
She kept swallowing his juice and letting it ooze down into her throat, slick and wet and thick.
Finally, she had sucked him dry and her own kum-squirts had stopped flooding her cunt.
Her father was not one to merely kum in a girl's mouth and forget it or roll over. Instead, he turned around over her and pushed his ass down into her face. She pulled her arms up through his legs, ran her fingers up the crack of his ass until she found his asshole, then found him squirming his asshole down over her face, then, on down and down and spread wider and wider until he had placed the whole big opening of his hairy asshole into her mouth, and at the same time he dived his head forward between her legs, pulled her legs back up under his arms and started sucking on her. In this position he discovered that he was in a position to watch himself in the mirror. He raised his head, put both of his index fingers into her cunt, then slowly, very slowly, he started stretching her cunt, watching himself in the mirror, seeing the cream of her juice still clinging around her clit, then, pulling her ass up as far as he could he muffdived her again, his tongue stuck deep into her cunt, but all he could see of himself in the mirror was his hair and forehead.
Finally, after each had sucked the other as dry as possible, yet each never seemingly exhausted, her father stood up and quickly drew Lillie up to the floor with him.
Slowly, very slowly, but feeling guilty as hell, he lowered his head and placed his mouth over her still swollen lips and kissed her lightly.
"I love you, Daddy," she said. "I love you so very, very much."
"I love you too, Baby," he said, "but let's not ever let Mama catch us doing this, otherwise she'll cut my balls off and you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"Oh, no, Daddy!" she shouted. "Never! You have such lovely and delicious balls and the only way I ever want you to get rid of them is for me to literally eat them off your body."
He didn't reply. Instead, he picked up his underwear and left the room.
Lillie collapsed onto her bed, but with a wide smile on her face. Finally, for the first time since she was only a small child, she fell into a heavy sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was after dark when she was awakened by her mother who had just come in from work.
Her mother, Lorna, rattled dishes in the kitchen while drying them, then afterwards started up the vacuum cleaner.
Lillie went to the bathroom, doused her face in cold water, then returned to her bedroom and locked the door, pulling up the stool to her dresser, stripping herself naked and sat down on the stool to study her naked reflection in the mirror. She often did this, admiring herself in front of the mirror. She liked to let her beauty absorb into her eyes, watching herself closely, letting her eyes search the buxomness of her large breasts, the tightness of her stomach, the bushiness of the hair in her crotch and the shapeliness of her thighs and legs.
But what she was looking at most was the satisfied look on her face, the still clinging feel of her father's prick ramming itself into her, the wild feelings of his dog's tongue lapping into her and sucking her off.
She could feel it so much still lingering to her that all of a sudden while she watched herself in the mirror a shot of lubrication slime formed in her crotch and ran down her leg. Quickly she grabbed a tissue and cleaned herself. She always hated this for she would shoot out her slime and cream at the very slightest suggestion of a thought to her mind, and now that she had been fucked for the first time in her life she very well knew she might be in trouble, far more trouble with herself, in the future.
After she had cleaned her cunt and along her legs she kept her legs spread open before the mirror. Her pubic hair was now wound into hundreds of little spit-curls and the full red lips of her vagina looked as if they had just devoured a very red and ripe watermelon. Her clitoris was as pink and smooth as an infant's face and as she hunched her hips forward and opened her lips wider her clitoris slid up and down like her father's Adam's apple. She parted her thighs wider and her inside petals were moist. They looked like tender pieces of scalded steak, moist and wet and begging to be devoured while being drowned in their own creamy slime.
She caught hold of the hairbrush with one hand and opened her cunt with the other. But this time, instead of ramming herself with the hairbrush she merely stroked and brushed the hair between her legs and made it smooth and brushed and silky.
Then she patted and massaged face cream onto the lips of her cunt and around the sides and softened it up. She was always a little moist, especially around the lower lips of her cunt, and she had to be especially careful to prevent her cunt odor getting out of hand. Frequently, at school, she knew she had become a little too oily, and in spite of her shower earlier that morning she was certain she had again begun to smell because she passed a boy or one of her male schoolteachers they would sometimes stop, turn back toward her, sniff their noses and it would take all she could possibly do to ignore them.
"Dogs!" she had frequently growled to herself. "That's what they are-just plain dogs!"
Her mother knocked on the door. Without even bothering to dress, and with her pussy hair neatly combed and silky, she opened the door.
"Is there any particular reason for the dishes to stay unwashed and the floors not cleaned?" Lorna asked Lillie.
"I've-I've been busy reading all day and practicing my shorthand," Lillie bed. "Really, mother, I forgot all about the housework."
Her mother thought for a moment, eyed her closely, looked down at her nakedness, turned her head from her, then back.
"Well," she said, "if you can find time to sit there in front of that damned mirror and primp and even brush that fuzz down there between your legs you can find time to do the housework from now on. So, make sure when I come in from now on that I don't have to do it myself. My lands, when I was a girl your age I had to work for a living, and here you are just sitting up in the house all day, lazy, and doing nothing. But, on the other hand, I guess your father has been a little rough on you. Young girls should be permitted to go out occasionally and do all those things young girls do. I know. I was a young girl once myself. After all, your mother is still human."
She stopped and looked at Lillie very closely.
"You're crying," Lorna said. "I once cried too, but I-well, I, my lands, if the same thing is wrong with you that was wrong with me, then I-well, I hardly want to talk about it."
"Yes, mother," Lillie said. "Yes, I am crying. I hurt all inside. I hurt and yearn and crave, but I can't help it. I'm trying to overlook it. I know it's something you only read about in books, but sometimes things that happen in books happen in real life too."
"Yes-," Lorna said, dragging the word out. "Yes, I well know. You don't have to kid around with your mother. I know what nymphomania is. I've suffered from it from the day I was born until-until, well, until I gave birth to you. That seemed to, have helped me considerably. Giving birth to a child has often been said to give aid, for nymphomania is a disease. It's the pig in a woman, I suppose, but whatever the hell it is, it's a dangerous-extremely dangerous condition for a young girl to be in. I'll arrange for you to see the family doctor tomorrow. Maybe he can help. Under such conditions as this, it's no wonder you're not stark raving mad. Maybe the doctor can help you, but in the meantime just keep yourself busy with your shorthand practice and try not to think about it.
Maybe you can become proficient enough with your stenographic abilities soon and I'll speak to your father and see if he can find employment for you with one of these big companies that's moved into this damned town. My, my, but Caseville, Georgia has sure sprung up on the map overnight. I don't know what we'll do-your father and me. There's a possibility we'll sell out and move to another county. If we don't we'll just be sitting here with big buddings all around us, right here on this one lot and with this thing called progress blossoming all around us. But, enough of that. Now, keep your mind off your pussy and keep yourself busy and I'll arrange for you to see Doctor Moore tomorrow and see if something can be done about your condition."
"Thanks, mother," Lillie said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Thanks a whole lot for understanding, but I think there's only one prescription for a girl like me."
"What's that?" Lorna asked.
"A man," Lillie said bluntly.
"No!" her mother shot back. "Heavens no!
Not a man! But a whole damned army of men! That's the only cure for your condition, but if you can't get it under control you'll kill yourself and bring down a whole world of disgrace and humiliation not only on yourself but the whole family, and I'll not have that. Now, get yourself dressed and get the supper table set and think about other things. Your mother's working hard and I don't have much time to talk about girl things now. So, hush and make yourself presentable."
Late the next afternoon Lillie dressed herself and prepared to walk across town to see Doctor Moore, the family physician. She wore a white blouse with big bell sleeves and a white pleated skirt. At first she had slipped her feet into her sandals, then just before leaving she went back to her room and changed shoes to her white high-heeled pumps. When she left the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk she was a doll-faced beauty, scandalously beautiful, dressed in white, soft, her silky blonde hair flying in the wind, her breasts sticking straight out, filling the blouse. Across the paved street several of the lingering truck drivers left their truck cabs and turned her way. They stiffened in amazement, whistled, some of them even groaning. But she ignored them all.
She stood on the sidewalk for a minute and looked up and down the endless street that was new with sidewalks and streetlights and curbs. Far, far south in the distance she could see huge warehouses that were already completed, and on past there the entrance of a giant supermarket, and on south of there, perhaps two miles, she had been told that the main part of the city had now been completed with theatres, department stores, and even the burlesque houses. She remembered that not too long before this main street had been practically a cow trad, but the sudden blossoming of the town of Caseville into a brand new city was exciting to her.
She smiled coyly, ignoring the truck drivers across the street, then walked north a block, crossed over to a restaurant, then on north another couple of blocks until she came to a low white budding where she entered.
In the reception room of Doctor Moore's office were only two other people waiting, two older women, one pregnant. She sat in a chair and picked up a magazine. The nurse came out and called for one of the other women to follow her.
Time passed. Then more time. Then the other lady was called in and Lillie sat in the chair, reading a magazine, but not really reading it, but merely looking at the pages as she flipped them back and forth. She was beginning to itch in her crotch and she squirmed in the chair, turning from side to side. She turned miserable, almost irrational, irked, and without thinking further about it she stepped into the bathroom that adjoined the reception room and quickly removed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. At long last she felt slightly relieved but realized she was moist in her crotch. Relief was slight but well enough as she turned to the mirror and pushed her breasts up. She knew she could never wear a brassiere and as she turned from side to side and inspected herself in the mirror, her mouth parted with a smile at the firmness of her breasts that were filling her blouse.
Finding relief from the itch in her crotch by having removed her panties, she returned to the reception room and waited.
Being late in the afternoon Doctor Moore finished with his last patient and told the nurse that she could leave the office for the day. At once he came out, took Lillie by the arm and led her into an adjoining room.
He was kind, understanding, and surprisingly not dressed in white. Instead, he merely wore a light colored business suit, almost sporty and she was greateful for his greeting.
"Little Lillie Jones," Doctor Moore said as he motioned for her to take a seat on the lounge, himself sitting behind a desk, making no show of knowing her problem, or even mentioning it at first. "Lillie," he continued. "I must admit that I haven't seen you since the day you were born, and it seems only yesterday when I brought you into the world-a bouncing, blushingly, red little infant-now, today-a beautiful and statuesque blonde beauty who your folks must be mighty proud of. Now, why don't you just sit back, relax, and let's have a little visit together, and by the way, we simply must have more of these visits together. You must remember, a doctor is mighty, mighty proud and his youngsters should visit him occasionally. Shall we say, it's so family like and warmly neighborly."
Lillie smiled and relaxed on the couch, crossing her legs prettily. But that was about all she could do at first, just smile, until she was finally able to say: "You're not a woman, doctor, so I don't see how on earth you could ever try to understand such a problem as I have."
"No," the doctor said. "No, I'm not a woman. I'm not a psychiatrist either, and I'm not a psychologist. But I am a medical doctor and experience and practice combined, count far, far more than a mere woman with a itch in her drawers. I hope you don't mind me becoming frank with you?"
"Not at ad, doctor," she said, "not at all-in fact, I feel more freedom when I can speak to someone about it. I feel more at ease and not so nervous and filled up with a tension inside me."
"A vagina is a mysterious thing," the doctor said, tapping his fingers on the desk, "but it's also human. It too is human flesh and human flesh is also mysterious. If doctors knew all the answers, there would no longer be a conflict in life for humanity. It would merely be a short act of either performing an operation or writing out a prescription, whatever the case might be. But things are not that simple. First, you are a young girl. You are the product of two of the most fanatically wild human beings sexually I've ever seen. Your father has been known as the county's stud since the day he was first able to get a hard on. Why, I've treated young girls in here, even after he married your mother, who have been split wide open with his hard prick, or practically had the lips of their vaginas chewed and eaten off. Sexually, he's a beast, but I've never heard a woman complain about him except to come in here and let me patch them up. They always go back and they beg for more. On the other hand, your mother as a young girl was also in your condition. She'd scream in pain, cry and take on and moan and groan and complain of cramps in her crotch. Her parents-long gone now, bless their poor departed souls-her parents brought her here to me one morning, right after I opened up, and she was in such a hell of a condition that I had to give her a shot and knock her out. She was only fourteen years old. She was so cramped up inside that she was in spasms."
"What was wrong with her?" Lillie asked. "Was it the same thing that-well-"
"Yes," doctor Moore butted in and said. "Yes. She was suffering from one of those rare cases of female nymphomania. Physically, I suppose one can say, it's a disease, not just of the body but also of the mind. It's a state that is quite rare, a condition that one can read about mostly in fiction, but sometimes even fiction is stranger than truth."
"And what did you do, doctor?" Lillie asked.
"I pushed her folks out the door and told them to get home and out of my way. I knew I had a case of something on my hands that country people just simply wouldn't understand. She was probably the rarest of its kind, and only the second one I had come across in all of my medical practice. Country people sometimes are ignorant. And when it comes to the discussion of sex in plain words I'm frequently called ridiculous, filthy, nasty, and outright trash. But that's not the point. I brought your mother right into this very room and I sat her down and talked to her. She was far more mature for her age than most young girls. I told her the simple truth. I told her she was frustrated sexually and I told her why. I told her the full truth in plain simple words such as I'm talking to you, and I spared no bones about it. I saw what was wrong, and I told her the plain simple truth. I told her: Lorna, you're a little girl with one of the hottest and itchiest crotches I've ever seen in my life. There's only one cure. A MAN! Get him! Get the first man you can come to. The hell with the disgrace and disgust of the family. You've got your choice, either get yourself a man or be committed to the state asylum for the insane, for if you don't that's exactly where you're going to land up. Your mother was so ignprant that she even asked me why she needed a man, what the man would do. I was so confoundedly dumbfounded that I almost choked. That's when I thought about a young boy from the Jones family on the other side of town out on the farm. He turned out to be your father. I had treated his folks and him too. He was known then as the town stud, and at only the age of fifteen most of the women in this damned town were fighting over him He often laughed at them and told them he'd rather screw a cow, but he changed his mind when he spotted young Lorna one day. I think she took my advice. All she appears to have done was give him a little girlish smile, shook her tail at him and he took over from there. It was only three months later that I saw in the paper where they were married and not too many months after that you were born. And then-then after you were born your mother seemed to have calmed down some, but I still hear that she puts out occasionally to other men, and I know for a fact that your father screws anything that gets in his way. He's a city bus driver and he's got a hell of an overactive prostrate gland that continually keeps that damned peter of his stiff. I know what I say, because it was only a couple of weeks ago that I treated a young woman who had only been in this explosive town about a couple of days when he got hold of her. He had ripped her flesh until the lips were pulled apart and I could even see his teeth marks all over her vagina and the flesh around it and even all over her breasts. I sewed her up, patted her on the ass and told her to stay away from such men. I even told her who he was and she seemed stunned and asked me how many other girls he had almost killed. Naturally, I didn't even crack a smile."
Doctor Moore slouched back in his chair and eyed Lillie closely.
"And he's done just about the same to you, hasn't he?" he finally asked.
Lillie only smiled, giving him a warm little smile of complete satisfaction.
"He didn't hurt me like he did that woman you told me about," she finally admitted. "He was a little rough at first, but after all he was the first man who had ever touched me, so naturally he had to probe a little harder than the usual."
Without hesitation she stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, exposed her big pink breasts to him, then zipped her skirt down the side and let her skirt fall to the floor, exposing her complete nakedness to the doctor.
"See," she said. "As you can see there are no marks on me. He gave me what I want more of. He gave me what I need more of. He gave me what I crave for, something I don't seem to even conceive that I'll ever get enough of."
"Maybe not," the doctor said, turning his head from her, seeing that her body had not been mauled or ripped or torn. He had seen the smooth whiteness and pink of her flesh. "Get yourself dressed and sit back down."
Lillie obeyed his orders then he asked:
"Do you think he may have made you pregnant?"
"Not hardly," Lillie admitted. "Father didn't complete in my vagina. He seemed to-well-he seemed to enjoy it better the other way for his climax."
"You mean you blew him?"
"Precisely," Lillie admitted.
"Then if you don't want to get pregnant in the future you'd better do just that from now on. After all, a man can satisfy you just as much with his damned tongue as he can with his prick."
"Yes," Lillie said. "Yes, I know. It was wonderful."
"Very well," Doctor Moore said, standing up. "There's nothing on earth that can cure you except a man-a whole damned army of men-and that's the only prescription I can give you. Get 'em! Find 'em! And if you are fortunate enough to be able to say that you've fucked a man to death then you'll lave accomplished a special in life. You are a product of two sex maniacs-a daddy with a wild pair of balls, and a mother who would have screwed herself to death years ago if you hadn't come along. If you get pregnant, then that's your misfortune. If you don't get pregnant, then you can check that up to luck. But there's another problem you have to face: the problem of your father's strictness and not permitting you to have a social life. That alone, my little Lillie, is a matter of jealousy. He's been holding you home all these years waiting until the day arrived when you were right for plucking. Now that he's plucked you, throw off the shackles. Get the hell out of that house, get out into the world and LIVE! You have your choice: throw off the shackles or DIE!"
She didn't say a word. Instead, she saw in the doctor's face a sternness of truth, of authority of his own knowledge of not only herself but of human nature from every angle. She studied his hardened and firm eyes for a long time. She saw in it the message he was giving her. She decided to accept it.
"I'll speak to your mother about this," Doctor Moore finally said. "There's no reason on earth why a young girl such as you should be held in human bondage by the hot-balled antics and jealousy of a father. Now that he's plucked you, use the occasion to fight back. If your mother knew that, she'd kill him. He might call that blackmail. Well, let him call it any color he likes, but just so it works. FREE yourself from his bondage! STAND UP to the bastard! Get out into the streets and LIVE! Go on down to the burlesque houses, out into the bars, fuck yourself silly, but it's your choice. Otherwise you'll be dead within a year and you're not even eighteen years old yet."
She didn't smile. She merely looked at him with a somber face. Finally, she blinked her eyes slightly, then turned and left.
Doctor Moore watched her for a long time as she left the front door and walked down the street. She was such a beautiful specimen of young girlhood that he almost choked up at her beauty.
He watched every step she made down the sidewalk toward the corner, seeing the wind blow her blonde hair back of her head, watching each of her graceful steps, watching her throw her shoulders back and her breasts out, taking pride in them, suddenly seeing. a young construction worker cross the street in her direction, his lunchbox dangling in his hand, walking behind Lillie, watching her as she turned her head slightly to catch a closer and quick glimpse of him, watching the young man, dressed in dungarees, stopping in his tracks, turning slightly, then approaching Lillie.
Then, as Doctor Moore smiled and let out with a satisfied groan of pure pleasure, he saw Lillie reach out for the young man's arm, slip her own arm under his, throw her head back and let out with a loud little girlish giggle, then both of them, together, arm in arm started crossing the street and were soon lost from his view.
"Damn," Doctor Moore groaned. "I wish I were young again! Sonofabitch!"
But what Doctor Moore didn't tell her was that she was subconsciously so filled with hatred for her parents that she was slowly becoming a victim of her own self-mutilation, a horrible craving to destroy herself so much and to destroy everything around her with which she came in contact, but that her self-mutilation process was a slow grower but would raise its head some day in the most horrible of ways.
CHAPTER NINE
Declaring a new freedom for herself, not even thinking of any consequences that might occur afterwards, Lillie Jones checked into a motel with the young man on the outskirts of Caseville, Georgia after joyfully entering a cab with the young construction worker. Already they had checked into their room in the far back of the motel, having registered as man and wife newly arrived from the North, and neither of the young souls needed to remind the other why they were there. His name was Clark and he was a rough and hardened young worker, toughened from laying cement blocks, young enough to overlook the tiredness of a day's work, old enough to build up the wildness of the stud in him, burning with a fierceness of young manhood, craving for a deep satisfaction of the animal lust within his young body.
Clark caught hold of Lillie's shoulders and pulled her roughly over to the bed, threw her down and caught hold of her white blouse, ripping it up over her head in a quick pull. He found dangling before him a pair of the biggest, most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. His mouth opened and his teeth snapped, and he lost no time in stripping the clothes from his body, standing before her naked, his big root standing straight out, feeling her catch hold of it with her hand, skinning the skin as far back as it would go, exposing the meaty glans of his root, then cupping his balls in her other hand, weighing them up and down.
He was so strong and powerful that his stomach muscles were like a washboard and his skin was deeply burned by the sun and the sweat of his body made him smell like an animal and made her mouth water.
Her beautiful breasts emphasized her fullness of youthful beauty and already she was moist between her legs with her sudden burst of lubricating oil. She almost passed out in ecstasy when he pulled her up by her shoulders and pushed her skirt down over her hips, not at all surprised to find her hips naked, finding she was void of all pants, pushing her skirt on down, then pulling her shoes off and throwing everything across the room, now sitting on the bed with her legs spread wide open, naked, oily, moist, smothering with desire, her breaths in little short pants, her stomach muscles pushing in and out quickly with her quick breaths, her groin on fire with a fever that was burning deep inside her, her eyes searching wantonly upon the nakedness of his manly body, seeing his hairy body standing there before her, his legs spreading wide apart, seeing him push his hips forward, then catching hold of his massive meat and started jacking himself. She had never seen a man jack his fist before and she was enjoying the sight tremendously, not knowing whether to expect him to shoot his load all over her body, or into her mouth, or merely jacking himself before her as an exhibitionist and warming himself up for the fuck.
His fist fucking didn't last long. She stretched out onto the bed. He lay down beside her, growling aloud at her as if he were a dog, then stuck his hand down between her legs, finding her moist and wet with her own ody slime that had run out of her cunt. He stuck his finger into her cunt hole without even stopping, and he suddenly heard her moan like a wounded little animal, over and over, seeing her arch her head backwards, throwing her throat out, and he was certain now he had gotten into something specially hot when he saw a frothy substance starting to froth out of her cunt around his finger and into the palm of his hand.
She flipped her head from side to side, wildly, then, quickly, locked her arms around his neck and her tongue started thrashing and stabbing into his mouth, hungrily, viciously, each eating the other's mouth as if they were trying to devour the flesh.
Suddenly, she rolled on top of him, throwing her head back and gasping loudly, hauntingly, as if she were a wounded animal. The frenzied look in her baby-blue eyes was something Clark had never seen before in a girl's face. It was the wild look of a feverish vampire, her mouth opening as if she wanted to cry out in pain yet at the same time with a hungry look, a harsh, wet gasp coming from her throat, a gasp of pain yet filled with ecstasy that was beginning to fill her face with anguish.
Her hands clawed through the mat of black hair on his chest, then clawed on down his stomach and suddenly leaped to his throbbing red meat. She cupped his meat hard, giving it several frantic jerks with her hand tightly coiled around his huge erection, then she snarled at it like an animal.
Clark said nothing, merely laying there, fucking his hips up at her, his hands stuck behind his head. He was enjoying every minute of her vicious sexual attack on him, watching and listening to a sort of sex ranting coming from a girl he had never experienced before of all women he had screwed. She was clawing at him as if she were either raping him or trying to claw his flesh from his bones.
Suddenly she pushed her head forward and plunged her wet tongue down between his lips. Her hot hands clawed and crawled between his lips. She made clawing circular motions with the palms of her hands on his stomach and on his sides, racing one hand through the big mass of black hair on his chest and around his shoulders, then down the length of his powerful arms to his narrow hips and thighs, then, with a hard yank, clutched his hard meat, pulling the skin way up and covering the head of it, then pushing it way down, letting the big red glans escape from the tightness of his foreskin, seeing the head red wet and moist and seeing and smelling the little white wads of dried urine that were stringing around the back of his glans, smelling the body odor coming from his meat, reaching her nose down between his legs, smelling the smell of a sewer that came forth from the crack of his ass, him opening his legs, throwing his ass-cheeks apart, letting her stick her nose down deeper and deeper, sniffing at the putrid sewer smell from around his asshole.
Then she crawled up onto him again, her head hovering over him, her long blonde hair masking his face, getting into his nose and eyes, her face blazing with a wild sexual insanity, her blood running wild, her whole body on fire. Her nostrils flared like a dog's nostrils after he had finished a chase, her lips quivering, her mouth opening, her tongue shooting out and licking him on the chest.
Clark stared into her eyes, letting his hands steal slowly up the back of her neck, moving slowly up into her hair, letting his fingers gently curl into her hair, gripping it in his hands and began to pull her head away from his mouth.
He started pulling her head off the side of his shoulder onto the bed, then down onto the mattress. Once he flattened her out he pushed himself up on his hips, watching her lay there limply, staring up into his face, her eyes filling with a fright yet with a yearning, begging, hungrily pleading for him to fuck her.
He raised his hips until his whole smelly crotch was hovering over her head. She moaned and gasped and her eyes opened wide, hungrily begging for his meat. Suddenly he caught hold of her arms and held them down tightly on the mattress at her sides. Then he forced one of her hands to his massive root, and felt her grope on it, hard, pulling it wildly, groping him with a frenzy, her nostrils flaring, her mouth wide open, spit oozing out of the sides of her mouth, making her red lips moist, and at the same time feeling her cunt starting to writhe with its own oily slime, feeling it fill with foam, feeling her entire groin area filling itself with a frothy fever.
Then he shot his hips forward and squirmed his asshole all over her breasts. He grabbed her hair viciously and yanked her face up to his crotch, jamming the wet head of his smelly prick into her mouth, her tongue whirling around the head of his prick, tormenting him, then, with him still yanking on her long hair, forcing her head down into his crotch and with his prick still stuck in her sucking mouth, he turned over until his ass was flat onto the mattress and whirled her little squirming body over onto her stomach, then she was suddenly up on her knees, eating his massive prick with all the wet force she had in her mouth, then feeling the calves of his legs slowly sliding around her neck, his feet locking themselves over her head.
Slowly he let go of her hair and she raised her head to catch a breath of air and removed the head of his prick from the opening of her throat. Then she placed her face against his burning prick and started clutching her arms along the length of his hips, then up and on up along his inner thighs until her hands finally came to rest on his knees. Her mouth and tongue ate at the head of his reddish meat head, lashing out like a snake, wrapping itself around the back of the head, then her whole mouth cupping over it, then letting spit roll out of her mouth until his prick was wet, then lowering her head down over and onto it until the head of his prick stuck way down into her throat until she almost vomited and had to let it go back up to her lips, taking time out to gag, squirm, and belch up the hot air that she had pushed down into her gullet.
He saw a flash of her white teeth in her now reddened and extremely wet mouth as she stuck out her tongue to lick the whole length of his massive red meat with the slippery red meat of her tongue, curling the tip of her tongue over the top and behind the head of his root and letting her tongue run around it in slow circular suck motions.
"Lick it!" Clark whispered. "Lick it and eat that sonofabitch all you want to. Damn! You're the hottest broad I've ever seen in my life, bar none. Where in the hell did you come from?"
She didn't even answer him. Instead, she let her eyes roll in her head and rammed her hot and wet tongue underneath his root, licking at the flesh, then nibbling at it with her white teeth, all the way from his balls up to the tip of the red head of his meat. Her mouth finally reached the top of his prick again and she kissed all around it, then, after she had spat out several big wads of spit onto the whole length of his prick, he felt her lips widening and parting and drawing as his meat began to slide slowly into her mouth, then back and forth, up and down, sending electric shocks of sexual spasms out of his asshole and electric shocks up into his stomach and onto his chest, even up into his throat.
For this, the only second time she had ever sucked a prick, she told herself that she was now a professional cocksucker and she loved every lap of it. Somehow, while she was sucking his prick, she had managed to overlook the wetness of her own cunt and when she discovered that her mind was free from that area for the time being and sucking his cock was the cause of it, she kissed the head of his prick all over, softly at first, sweetly, then wildly.
Again she took his swollen meat into her wet mouth a half inch at first, then running her whirling tongue all over it as she rammed it on deeper into her mouth. As she moved it deeper into her mouth she made little guttural sounds as she almost filled her whole mouth with it. The edges of her white teeth scratched along the skin of his root and he hunched his hips upward, pushing his root deeper and deeper into her mouth. Slowly he tightened his legs around her sweaty neck as her tongue kept whirling around the pulsating meat of his flesh, letting her tongue press hard on the grizzled canal on the bottom base of his prick, begging for him to shoot a big wad of his human juice into her mouth.
He shoved his hips on up and up and up, pushing his root deeper into her mouth, then drawing it out, scratching the head of it along her teeth, then as she opened her mouth wider letting his head crawl along the sides of one of her jaws, feeling his whole meat being devoured and soaking in her hot saliva.
Occasionally she would gag and then belch, then she withdrew his prick from her mouth and merely licked at the sides of it with her extremely wet tongue.
With his feet still locked high over her head, she caught hold of his root and pulled it back through his legs, again thrusting the head of it into her mouth and started a long, slow sucking action. But when she found him starting to fuck her in the mouth she held her head still and let him fuck his prick in slow, then pull it out, then back in, slow, sliding, penetrating, feeling the hard flesh of his meat pushing in and drawing out between her lips as she kept her lips wrapped around it hungrily.
When he stopped fucking her in the mouth he lay still, seeing her clutch his prick with one hand, pulling it back through his legs, then seeing and feeling her cheeks puffing and heaving and sucking as she sucked and strained to draw juice out of him into her mouth. She seemed to be craving the consumption of human fluid and the more she craved the harder and more she sucked.
She seemed to be tiring and he was in no mood for her to tire out on him. He knew she was wild and sexually insane, but he realized that in the past he had spent hours with girls sucking on his prick and he decided to warm her up more. He pushed his legs from over her head down onto her back, grabbed up big chunks of her hair and began to shake her head from side to side. She realized she was growing tired for this sucking was something she was just catching onto to enjoy but the more he yanked on her head the more her tongue lashed at his meat and she could feel his hips coding maddeningly under her head, pushing his prick deeper down her throat.
Then she regained her second strength and gripped his meat with her teeth, then started bobbing her head up and down, sucking loudly, letting big gobs of saliva drain down off his root onto his balls, sucking him harder, breathing feverishly, her breasts heaving, little snorts shooting out of her nostrils.
Quickly, she pushed her hand down into the crack of his ass and grabbed his balls and pulled on them, then cupping them in her hand.
She found out she could control his wild hip fuck-strokes into her throat now as she yanked hard on his balls each time he turned too rough and it was not long before he merely slowed his gyrating hips down to a slow rhythmic motion.
She suddenly realized that she was using her common sense by sucking him off rather than first pushing and stuffing his prick into her cunt. She knew that what the doctor had told her was true. She could not get pregnant if she kept to orally sucking men off, and her sexual pleasures were being highly fulfilled and she was thoroughly enjoying herself in performing the oral sex act upon his big body, enjoying the wild strangeness of it, the newness of his body, the suddenness of meeting a stranger, the realization that she was thoroughly wanted and desired and being enjoyed by a new acquaintance.
He shoved his hips hard up into her throat unexpectedly. Quickly she yanked on his balls.
"Sonofabitching broad!" he screamed. Then he quieted his hip gyrations again and discovered she meant business in keeping him from being rough with her. But at the same time he again grabbed a big gob of her now wet blonde hair, trying to yank it out of her head, until she bit him hard with her teeth and almost made him scream with her sharp bite.
But the more she bit the more he suddenly seemed to enjoy it. They both discovered he loved the pain of her sharp bites, that it excited him.
His balls seemed to start exploding as she yanked on them hard and at the same time bit his prick at about the middle of his joint. He pushed her backwards and suddenly knelt down on his knees, her head sticking between his legs, sucking him like a dog. Then the more she bit him the more his groin seemed to start to bod. Quickly, he caught her by the neck, yanked on it, forcing her mouth from his prick, caught her by the shoulders and whirled her body over. She wouldn't let him go. With her face now looking up between his legs, she wrapped her arms around his hips and shoved his hips down at her, forcing his prick back into her mouth and at the same time she spread her legs as far apart as she possible could, his head suddenly muffdiving down into her cunt, his teeth tackling her cunt lips in loud bite-sucks, feeling his tongue snaking itself into her cunt-hole, feeling herself wetting all inside, feeling the foam starting to form in her cunt again, and with each of his tongue rams into her cunt she again felt as if her cunt was a big mass of worms, each one crawling and eating inside her, sending her into a screaming world of coming insanity.
He lapped wildly for he suddenly felt a geyser of her juice shoot into his mouth, so much so that it almost drowned him. He had never sucked a woman before who had shot so much cream and slime at his mouth. He knew she was more than a woman. She was a beast-a bitch beast-a freak-but the more she kummed the more he lapped at her, sucking the big wads of her white slime out of her cunthole. He opened his mouth wide and lapped every drop of it out, for he found that she was kumming just about like a man kums, a sensational thrill for him, coming out of her cunt.
But he kept sucking for he knew if she could kum once she could kum twice and the more she kummed the better he liked to devour her juice and lap at every white gooey and sticky drop of it.
But he had to have more of it. He could not get his arms down in between her wildly kicking legs in the position he wanted her. Quickly, he jumped from the bed, caught hold of her hips, pulled them onto the side of the bed and dived his head back into her cunt. He felt her legs wrap around his neck tightly. Instead of chewing on her cunt-lips with his teeth, he merely wrapped his lips around them and pulled on them, letting his long tongue work inside them, spreading her cunt lips, seeing and smelling and tasting the mushroom--like slits, letting his tongue whirl and tickled around her clit, her whole cunt that was flaming red, then once again, with her hips fucking him in the mouth, shoving her cunt as far into his mouth as she could get it, she shot a tremendous wad into his mouth, rolling it out, gyrating her hips insanely, groaning and moaning, her hands tearing at her breasts, his hands reaching into her cunt, pulling the lips as far apart as he possibly could, sinking his head as deep into her cunt as he possibly could and sucking her with loud sucks, sucking this girl on fire, trying to quench the hunger and thirst of his own tongue and throat and at the same time thoroughly enjoying his oral act upon her, particularly because he was seeing that she was enjoying it so much herself.
But his own balls were on fire. He fell to the floor and let himself lay there on the soft carpet. At once she dived off the bed, jumped between his legs, pushed his knees as far apart as she possibly could, then stuck his prick deep into her mouth, an inch at a time at first, sinking it slowly, then pumping her head up and down.
She could also see that he was a man on fire, laying there beneath her, writhing, moaning and groaning. She sucked and sucked and sucked.
Suddenly he started to open his mouth to scream, then rammed his fist into his mouth, suddenly feeling a geyser boiling up in his balls, causing convulsions and spasms in his rectum, then suddenly as he bit down hard on his fist, his cock shot and burst out a tremendous splashing shower of sperm-spray into her sucking mouth, causing the whole room to rock and rod, he was gyrating so much and fucking his hips up so hard, hearing her devour his sperm, swallowing it with hard swallows, shot after shot, wave after wave of it, her throat moaning and groaning as she devoured his male human sperm, scalding deep into her mouth first, letting it wash around between her teeth and wallow all over her tongue, then devouring it with gruntal swallows.
Finally, he stretched his legs all the way out flat onto the floor, feeling her stretch out with him, and as he looked down all he could see was the top of her head and her forehead, her mouth having pulled his root way back between his legs, letting her chin rest on the floor, still holding his prick into her mouth, letting every drop of his cream drain out into her mouth, swallowing it slowly, making little mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm sounds.
Slowly, very slowly, she raised up over him, squatted her cunt down over his mouth, and for a long time he just lay there and kissed it softly, letting his tongue clean the lips of her cunt of the cream that had again formed on it, seeing her face extremely in pain, preparing himself for what he knew was about to happen, then, ramming his fingers up into her cunt-hole and tickling her clit, she again shot a big wad of juice out of her cunt. Quickly, he withdrew his fingers and for a long time he let the first big shot and then the strings of white sperm drain out into his mouth, her cunt not down onto his mouth, but merely letting the cream flow out into his mouth, then finally she lowered it onto his mouth and ground it as deep into his mouth as she possibly could and he ate and drained her until she grew breathless and almost fainted over him.
Slowly, satisfied, he withdrew his face from under her, caught her by the shoulders, pulled her up and kissed her with slow wet kisses, first on her mouth, then on her throat, then the cheeks of her face, then when he reached her ears he finally managed to speak: "Why can't we do this more often, now that we seem to know each other better?"
"I assure you we will," she whispered back in short little pants. "I know we will. But first, let me clean up and get dressed. I must be a terrible sight."
"Where in the devil did you learn to suck a peter like that?" he asked.
"You'd never believe me," she replied, "so why ask? And by the way, you're not so bad yourself."
"When can I see you again?" he asked.
"I swear, but you've got one cunt I can never get enough of. What about tomorrow night again?"
She didn't reply. Instead she merely picked up her blouse and skirt and shoes and headed for the bathroom, leaving him standing there naked, panting like an animal that had just been chased through a thick forest.
When she reached the bathroom she turned back and smiled. But that was all-merely smiled. Then she closed the door.
