Melissa Hardy was pleased, excited, and more than a little astonished that Peter Selby had invited her to go for a drive in the country in the expensive new sports car his father had given him for his eighteenth birthday. The car was the talk of the isolated Georgia town. None of the other boys from the right side of the tracks, as the townspeople would put it, had ever dared to be so openly interested in Melissa-who was nothing but poor white trash from the wrong part of town. As though the hick backwater in which she'd been born, and was condemned to grow up in, had a right part! The other boys Melissa had been going out with were perfectly willing, even eager, to sneak around after dark, meet her on street corners, go for rides on lonely lovers' lanes; but none of them wanted his stuck-up family to know that he was courting the daughter of the late town drunk, who lived on a ramshackle and unproductive farm on the edge of town with her two crude, factory-worker older brothers. , But Peter was so open, so warmly friendly and natural, whenever he stopped to talk to Melissa at school between classes... he even walked her partway home, until he got the car-then he drove her all the way home, right through the town square, indifferent to the gossip that resulted. Melissa was proud to be Peter's girl. She felt a rush of warmth, just looking at him: he was so much handsomer than any of the lower-class boys she'd dated. God! how the other girls in town must be swooning with envy after seeing Peter Selby, the rich banker's only son and heir, dating Melissa Hardy-walking beside her-driving her around-laughing at everything she said when she tried to make entertaining conversation.
Melissa had been taught by bitter experience that her only chance of escaping from the grinding poverty and ugliness that surrounded her was to get her hooks into a boy from a better family; and she couldn't hope for a more suitable candidate than Peter. Melissa was only fourteen, but she was already a woman-almost a woman of the world, for her lack of solid formal education-she didn't do very well in school, although she tried her best-was amply compensated for by an innate shrewdness and common sense that sometimes amounted to cynicism.
She knew that she had only one asset-her youth and her beauty. And even the people who sneered at Melissa had to admit that she was one of the town beauties. She'd always looked mature for her years. Her breasts had always been fuller than those of the other girls she knew; she'd been the first in her crowd who needed to wear a bra. And her period had begun when she'd been only eleven. Her slender but already voluptuously curved body swayed involuntarily when she moved, turning on every male in the vicinity whose switch wasn't broken. Melissa's long, thick hair was golden brown, with copper highlights when the hot Georgia sun kissed it. Her clear, unblemished forehead, perfect straight nose, uptilted lips lightly touched with the glossy pink lipstick that became her so well, and her pertly rounded chin made her, as the cliche would have it, a picture of loveliness and the envy of less fortunate girls. Nobody looking at her-at her full-blown tits and strongly molded hips-would guess that she was only fourteen.
Nor would an uninformed observer imagine that sweet, innocent-looking Melissa Hardy was already well on her way to becoming the town tramp! Melissa looked virginal; but she was no virgin. She'd already given her lush young body to two of the horny young boys she'd gone to the drive-in movies with-and how glad she was that she'd discovered how exciting and enjoyable sex could be, while she was still young enough to savor it to the fullest! Seducing Peter Selby and persuading him to ask her at least to go steady (if not to marry him!) was Melissa's current project...and some sixth sense assured her that this afternoon would be the crucial moment. She'd already allowed Peter to put his hot hand inside her bra and caress her ripe tits. Now it was time to bring in the heavy artillery.
"It's so stuffy and sultry out today-even here on the porch," was almost the first thing Melissa said when Peter drove up in front of the unpainted and ill-repaired Hardy place, of which Melissa felt so ashamed. She was grateful that Peter pretended not to notice the dilapidation and filth and general air of sullen misery that seemed to hang over the house and the unused barn. Even the board fence was full of gaps-Melissa was unable to get either of her shiftless, no-good brothers to fix it up, no matter how much she nagged. "Maybe if we went for a nice long ride in your beautiful new car, Peter-somewhere-anywhere it's cool would be simply divine! It's just so hot out here! I'm burning up!"
"Whatever you want to do's just fine with me," Peter drawled.
Melissa climbed into the low-slung, open Triumph two-seater. Easing herself down into the bucket seat gracefully was a difficult maneuver, and although she managed it well, her short skirt was hiked up in the process, baring the top of her bargain-basement nylon stocking, the cheap lacy garter that she hadn't wanted Peter to see, the creamy flesh of her upper thigh, and even a glimpse of her cheap panties. Melissa pulled the skirt back down with a modest gesture, but only after making sure that her wealthy boyfriend had obtained a good long look as he got into the car beside her and turned the ignition key with a hand that, she was pleased to notice, shook just a little. Peter was hot for her, all right. But she'd have to play her cards right. If only she had a little more experience in handling men-in manipulating them-in getting what you wanted out of them, without risking too much in return! God damn! The confessions magazines and pulp romances that Melissa bought at the drugstore with the meager allowance her brothers gave her helped some, but not enough. In those stories seduction was always easy-but the girl was always punished for throwing away what the preacher called her virgin flower. Melissa wasn't interested in being a flower, virginal or otherwise. She wanted to be a rich man's wife! Banker Selby's filthy-rich daughter-in-law!
They drove through town and out into the depressingly monotonous rural landscape. Farms-pigs rooting in the mud-plowed fields. It was all ugly and uninteresting. There was no excitement in the life here. Well, Melissa was about to inject some excitement into her life. She let out a languid little sigh as the air ruffled her hair, and moved over closer against Peter as he steered the car-no mean trick with bucket seats. Her ripe little butt bumped his hip "accidentally." She clung to his arm as he steered the Triumph with one hand over the bumps in the dirt road. The jostling sank his Strong young biceps repeatedly into the soft fullness of her breast. It seemed to poor unsuspecting Peter that all of his sensory perceptions were concentrated in that arm muscle. Almost all.
Melissa wriggled again and her hip snuggled harder against his body. He felt a hot, flashing reaction deep in his loins: they seemed to contract and his rod got hard with shocking abruptness, standing rigid and pressing eagerly against the taut fabric of his worn jeans. The front wheel hit a pothole and jostled them roughly; Melissa deliberately used her free hand to grasp Peter's thigh for support, emitting a squeal of mock-fright. Her fingers "accidentally" closed around the solid muscle she was touching. And-thrillingly-her hand brushed against the bulge in Peter's pants for the briefest second before she reluctantly took it away. He felt huge and she was beginning to feel a stirring between her own clamped-together thighs. Melissa was still too inexperienced to understand fully what these sensations meant, but she knew one thing-it sure felt good!
Peter caught his breath sharply and, wetting his lips with his tongue, stared into the rearview mirror and tried to concentrate on the road. But there was no traffic; he could almost drive the car by feel alone. He was certain that Melissa's hand had touched his dick quite by accident. Still, it had happened and his cock ached, heated up, throbbed with lusty young life where the back of her hand had struck it. If only he could get her to take it out and play with it this time, once they started necking and petting-shit! It was almost enough to make a guy come in his pants just thinking about it!
Melissa knew he was hard. She knew how much he must be lusting after her. She'd even obtained a quick idea of how well he was hung down there now! She smiled and pressed closer. Things were going exactly according to plan.
He exhaled through his parted lips, wondering if she was deliberately crushing the resilient plushness of her breast against his arm. Jesus! Such tits on such a slender girl. And only fourteen! There ought to be a law against such early bloomers-there probably was. There was certainly a law against screwing girls that young. Statutory rape was the term for it. And rape, period, was what was beginning to drift into Peter's overheated mind. He just had to have this sexy little bitch-no matter what. After all, a guy could go crazy from wanting it and not getting it. He'd pop his cork instead of his load!
"Doesn't that glade over there look inviting, Peter?" Melissa breathed. "Over there." She pointed; it was a secluded spot, surrounded by trees and on the bank of a tiny stream. Peter braked the Triumph at once. "Oh-doesn't it look pretty?" Melissa gushed, as her boyfriend pulled the car off the road and yanked the emergency brake lever with a rough gesture that was oddly-well, erotic. "Doesn't it look cool?" Melissa added, getting out of the car with a repeat performance of the hiked-up skirt routine. She sounded breathless with anticipation. And she was! "So fresh and coolI'm just burning up all over. You know?"
Know? His old man was always telling him he was too dumb to ever make it in the business world; but right now Peter could've written a book on the subject of burning up. Melissa had already run into the trees, laughing, calling to Peter to catch her. He pursued her. He seized her and pulled her eagerly into his arms; she fell against him with a gesture of abandonment that was almost painfully arousing, her ripe breasts flattening against his chest. He closed his fingers around one of those sensational tits and squeezed. Melissa shivered, moaned, her breath warm on his cheek as, still cupping and caressing her tit, he bent down quickly to kiss her. The familiar shock waves shot through his body as she kissed back fiercely, passionately; his legs began to feel weak... her warm mouth tasted fresh, soft as it opened against his. Peter knew that, in all his rutting around the countryside, he'd never met up with a girl so responsive-so eager-hell, just kissing her, feeling her kiss back with her mouth and tongue in that wanton, virgin-whorish way, was more exciting than fucking most other young cunts!
He wanted to get closer and closer to her body, to taste it, to enjoy the purely sensual delight of it crushed against his larger, sturdier frame. Melissa pressed her wide-open mouth upwards for him in a bruising kiss. He felt her quiver as his tongue slid between her teeth... shudder upon shudder, racking her entire body. He thrust his tongue as deeply towards her throat as he could; the delicious sweetness of her juicy mouth almost drove him insane with lust-the way she completely surrendered to him, seeming to have no desires of her own, wishing only to satisfy his. There was nothing liberated about Melissa Hardy! His hand squeezed her plump, swelling breast; he could actually feel the stiffening nipple through the thin top and lacy brassiere she wore. His cock was now so rigid he was in sexual agony.
She caught his free hand and pressed it as hard as she could over her other heaving tit as, panting for breath, she took her mouth away from his long enough to gasp, "I wouldn't let anybody else do that to me but you... oh, Peter!... you make me feel so wild-so hot! I don't know what to do...we shouldn't, don't-oh play with my titties! I-I just don't know what I'm doing, I love you so much!" Nonsense! She knew exactly what she was doing, getting Peter Selby so hot for her body that he'd become her sexual slave! But Melissa was getting excited. Horribly excited. So excited that she could feel herself losing control of the situation. She was rapidly approaching the point at which she wanted Peter's hard young body and cock every bit as much as she wanted him to desire her. She didn't know if she'd be able to tease him much longer without dying of frustration herself.
She was gazing up at his handsome, sexy young face, her blue eyes glazed over as though she were sleepy or drugged-or horny! He kissed her on the lips, then drew his wet mouth along her jawline, licked behind the curved shells of her earlobes, ran his tongue down her throat. She moaned and trembled. He slipped one hand up under her top and worked his fingers beneath the lacy cup of her bra. He cupped that ripe tit in his moist palm, feeling the turgidity of the nipple against his skin. Peter began to work her clinging top upwards to expose both breasts inside their artificial support. He reached behind her and daringly unfastened the catch of the bra, so that he could tug it downwards and away, and let Melissa's tits spill out into his waiting hands, naked. She did not protest or resist, only moaned louder and pressed her boobs against his spread fingers, inviting him to grasp and fondle them as he wished. He tore one hand away with the utmost reluctance, to fumble for the zipper of her skirt. In one gulp he was accomplishing more than he had in the course of half a dozen dates with her, and he intended to take full advantage of Melissa's sudden, inexplicable willingness to go further with their explorations of one another's bodies than they had up to now. Peter was now almost sure of it: he was going to get laid!
She was standing in front of him, trembling, half-stripped in the golden wash of the sunlight, breathing hard through parted full lips, eyes tightly closed in ecstasy. Peter felt that he could do anything he wanted to her, with her, in that moment and the feeling gave him a sense of sexual power that was almost overwhelming in its intoxication. He kneaded her bare breasts roughly, sucked on their points, tasted them, licked them with his tongue, kissed the small but rigid nipples until Melissa was whimpering with delight-and desire. He ached with his throbbing need.
"Do you like me?" she whispered passionately, caressing his blond hair with one hand as he sucked on her tits.
"Hell, yes!"
"Would you-like to-see me all over? I mean, naked?"
He almost shot in his pants at the thought. "Yeah! Yeah! Take it off, Melly-let me take your clothes off, honey-let me see your beautiful sweet cunt! Let me look at all of your fucking bod!"
He was hers! she thought with a wild feeling of triumph. She'd gotten him so turned on that he would say anything-do anything-promise anything-to get inside her! Melissa, too, was almost frantic with lust. Her hot breath seared his cheek as she lowered her head to whisper into his ear, "I'll let you see all of me-touch all of me, Peter... if you want!" He groaned as though she'd struck him full in the groin! There was no mistaking her meaning! That sensational young body was his to touch-to fuck! They were going to do it right here on the grass, out in the open! Sweet ever-fucking Jesus Christ!
"If," Melissa added as an afterthought, even as Peter began to tear her skirt down from her writhing hips, "you'll be nice to me!"
"Nice?" he asked, panting, as he continued to strip her with shaking hands. "What do you mean, honey? I'll be real nice to you if only you'll let me... don't be afraid... I won't hurt you none! I done it before with other girls! They all came back begging me'for more!""
Melissa didn't doubt it. But she was going to be the only one who got more. "I didn't mean that, Peter darling. I mean-you know! If I were your sweetheart... your steady girl. If everybody knew that I was. If you took me to nice places-or eveninvited me to your house to meet your parents and their friends!"
Peter went on caressing her naked breasts, her thighs, her belly, even the mound of her cunt through the panties she put a hand down to keep him from ripping off-but his erection subsided just a notch. He was horny, and not the brightest young man under the best of circumstances; but he wasn't dumb, either. He knew what she was after. Oh Christ, these social-climbing young cunts! Always trying to make deals! At a moment like this, when he was so hot and bothered he was ready to promise her anything in exchange for the fuck she dangled out in front of him as a lure. She was just Like the rest-oh, she probably wanted his body, but she was after his daddy's money too! God damn! But Peter had to admit, even amidst his bitter disillusionment, that the bargain was a fair one. Melissa's body was worth all the dull parties his mother had ever thrown in her life. Maybe he could get out of it somehow-but to hell with worrying about it now! His parents would kill him if he ever brought a piece of white trash Like
Melissa Hardy into the house. But he'd die anyway unless he rammed his throbbing hard-on up that sweet, juicy, conniving, little cunt!
"I'll take you lots of places-buy you some nice presents," he suggested breathlessly, as a compromise.
"Couldn't you tell your folks-how nice I am? How much you like me?" Melissa insinuated, caressing his disheveled blond hair.
"They wouldn't believe how fucking nice you are!" he gasped, with complete sincerity.
She giggled and bent down to kiss him, pulling her breasts out of his reach for a moment. Then she arched her back so her breasts rose up proudly and fell back against his groping hands. "Oh, you...you know what I mean," she said-only too accurately. "You'll tell your folks how you met a nice girl you might like to marry, and wouldn't they like to ask her to come over sometime to meet them? You could do that-if you really like me as much as you say you do-if you love me, Peter-if you aren't just using me-if you'll still respect me after... after what we're about to do!"
She tore herself away from him and threw herself down on the grass; Peter knelt beside her, and she pulled his head down to her swollen bared breasts and aching nipples as he muttered some incoherent promise into the fragrant, freshly sweet cleavage between her jutting firm mounds, moaning in uncontrollable desire. If he was thinking at all now, he was thinking with his hips as he ground his still-clothed body down against her glowing near-nudity, his fingers groping for her panties as he sucked her tits one after the other. Melissa caught his hot, flushed face between her hands, raised his head and kissed him, using her tongue to excite him even more than he already was. She soul-kissed him frantically, moaning, as though she wanted to suck his tongue down into her throat. He had her moist panties yanked halfway down her thighs; her cunt was exposed. The hilly mound was covered with a thick patch of golden-brown pubic curls, and the pink slit that split the fur in two looked as though it had never been touched, let alone penetrated. But the lips were moist and parted slightly, and the tiny blade of Melissa's stiffening clitoris had begun to peep out from beneath its hood of protective flesh. Despite the heat of the afternoon, and the warm sun that beat down on her body, she couldn't stop shivering as Peter's hands explored her nudity with clumsy haste. She was stripped except for her stockings, and Peter was beginning to fumble with the fastenings of his own mussed clothes. He gaped down at her, his eyes agonized, his breath coming and going in labored, dog-like pants.
"I've just got to fuck you, Melly," he whimpered. "I just got to! I can't stand it-I'm going to die unless we fuck!"
Unlike other girls, who reacted in prim token shock to the four-letter word, she only nodded, misty-eyed, her hips writhing against his as he stripped off his unbuttoned shirt and flung it aside. He reached down to open his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. Melissa lay back quietly, waiting, her long legs in their cheap stockings drawn up to press against his thighs on either side and hold him in place between hers as he pushed down his pants and worked the taut-stretched, damp synthetic material of his expensive, fly-less French underpants free of his hard-on. It popped out from its long confinement and trembled in the open air, enormous. Melissa, looking at it, gasped as Peter grasped it in one hand and thrust the other down over the delicate triangle of light-brown hair over her pussy mound and rubbed the liquidly glistening lips of her vulva with his fingertips as he masturbated himself with a few strokes in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure and tension her teasing had created within his cock.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from that big hard thing. It was noticeably thicker and longer than the cocks her other two lovers had shoved between her thighs. Their clumsy, unsubtle fucking had hurt her a bit, especially at first, before her natural lubrications were tapped and wetted her penetrated loins, easing the fierce friction. And Peter was hung like a stud horse compared to those two other muscular young high-school jocks! It might kill her, or at least damage something inside her tender young cunt. But God! how badly she wanted it, now that she had set eyes on it at last!
"Oh, Peter-fuck me!" she heard herself blurting out. She was shocked by her own words: she wanted to excite Peter, all right; wanted him to get hot for her and fall in love with her-but it wouldn't do to let him think she was unladylike or a slut!
It was too late to worry about his private opinions of her sudden forwardness. He took her at her word, and shoved her down on the grass. She spread her trim, nylon-sheathed legs as wide as she could, knowing from her limited but intense past experience that this would open up her cunt and make it easier for her to take Peter's monstrous penis without too much discomfort or difficulty. He was falling on top of her, groping wildly at her buttocks to pull her hips upwards against his groin as he tried to jam the thick smooth head of his hard cock between her tiny labia-and succeeded! He thrust that first solid inch of himself up into her cunt opening, and Melissa cried out and squirmed as her pussylips were brutally thrust asunder and compressed ... Peter was too excited to be gentle or patient with her. He had the sensation of molten heat, of a fierce, searing intensity, bathing the head of his prick as it rubbed around frantically in Melissa's gradually yielding pussy pit, trying to push deeper between those soft clinging folds of delicate feminine tissue. He was sinking down into her lush hot body inch by torturous, exquisite inch!
"Ahhhhhhhh-fuck IT! CGGGGGGGGG! " the girl screamed hysterically as half of the rigid shaft of his prick tore into her cunt.
Melissa, impaled on that lusty young prick and loving it despite the considerable pain the steady insertion was causing her, squirmed slightly, moaned; biting his lip in concentration, Peter pushed harder and gasped in delight as he felt Melissa's cuntlips yawn to accept all of his blunt cockhead between them. Sweat running down his handsome, tanned face, the ruthless, horny stud shoved even more roughly and the semi-conscious girl groaned in ecstatic pain as the rest of the thick, solid prickshaft penetrated the depths of her cervix, the wet mouth of her stretched pussy forming a wide-open, surprised-looking O of lust around the cylindrical bulk of the cock now implanted in her body.
"Oh, Peter!" Melissa moaned happily as her lover began to fuck her with fast, hard strokes'. She thrilled to the strange but satisfying feeling of warmth and pressure that was building inside her cunt. Peter grasped the cheeks of her ass and crushed them between his fingers as he pinned her body beneath his and drove the full length of his dick up into her wet hot snatch again and again. Melissa's well-developed cunt muscles had already sprung into action, involuntarily closing about his shaft and massaging it eagerly, responding to his every thrust...Peter got even more excited, his movements more abandoned, as he humped his body against Melissa's, fucking her with wild rutting glee, feeling his tough hard prickmeat pumping in and out of those juicily lubricated, tender, bruising vaginal tissues that flexed violently with every new withdrawal or downward thrust. She loved it, the bitch! She just loved to fuck! She was the hottest, horniest piece of ass Peter had ever had the good fortune to plow! Melissa was shamelessly responding to her stud's thrusts now, encouraging him, begging him to screw her harder, to make her come-she threw both arms -around Peter's muscular nude torso and pressed him to her breasts, her trim legs automatically tightening around his hips as he screwed her furiously, each lunge seeming more violent, more exciting, than the last.
Peter calmed down a bit, forced his raging body to slacken its pace somewhat, so that he could enjoy the ride by rearing up on his elbows and looking down between their joined bodies to see how his cock slid in and out of Melissa's tight hot cuntmouth. Her thick creamy fluids were leaking out around the throbbing shaft as it forced apart the lips of that lush young pussy with no effort at all now. His plunging tool tore into her body, meeting only enough resistance to make it exciting. He put his hands over her sweaty breasts and squeezed the beautifully pear-shaped mounds with their large dark nipples that were now pointed and hard with intense arousal. Peter leaned over, thrusting deep into her, to bury his hot face between those enticing tits as he molded them with his fingers.
Melissa, moaning uninterruptedly as he fucked her, roused herself from her sensuous languor and began to take a more active role in their screwing; she wrapped her thighs around her fucker's strong narrow waist and hips, angling her pelvis so as to open her cuntal canal up even wider and accept more of that lovely cock that was drilling in and out of her. She humped her ass upwards against Peter's grinding body with mad erotic abandon, screaming as his cock tore into her, the hard shaft scraping over the point of her erect clit and nearly killing her, the sexual charge that resulted from this accidental contact was so intense!
Ignoring the pain that shot through her body each time his immense stud dick stabbed deep into her mushy loins, Melissa matched each of Peter's thrusts with a fierce upward hump of her own. Her clit was rubbed again and again, until it felt so good that she was afraid she'd faint, moaning and crying out shrilly as her whole body responded to the pressure exerted on its most responsive point. Her arms trembled as they clasped Peter's body and ran over his hot damp nakedness, caressing his head, his neck, his back, his bare, writhing, muscular buttocks that provided the impetus behind those incredible fucking thrusts.
"Oh lover-honey-fuck my cunt!" the girl cried, utterly shameless now as she surrendered completely to the animal passions she craved. Their naked bodies meshed in a blur of heat and sweat and erotic frenzy as Peter neared his climax. "Fuck me, Peter! Fuck my cunt! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it! Do it to me! Fuck me in my hot cunt! Screw me, screw me-oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Jesus Christ-you hot bitchin' piece of ass!" he gasped, driven half out of his mind by the way her eager cries and pleas and writhing, whore-like movements only multiplied the intolerable sensations he could feel building up quickly to their inevitable explosive climax inside him. He pulled back, away from her writhing body, again, nearly coming at the lewd sight of the way his dickshaft was being gripped and caressed by the hot-pink, flushed, inflamed-looking lips of that damp clinging pussymouth. With a cry of near-orgasmic excitement, Peter toppled forward again, burying his pulsing rod deep inside her cunt, until their bodies pounded together and he was jammed all the way up inside her, filling her completely with hard cock. His come-swollen balls swung between his husky, quivering thighs as he fucked Melissa in a rutting frenzy, preparing to empty the liquid contents of his aching nuts into her.
"Oh fuck-oh yes-I'm....coming-!" Melissa cried suddenly, her taut, flushed face lighting up with an even more sultry glow as the wild, overwhelming sensations of approaching orgasm hit her like a body blow. It was the real, deep, good thing: a full, flooding vaginal orgasm that seemed to send ripples of molten fire through her bloodstream until her shivering flesh melted into hot, steamily moist nothingness around Peter's prick. He had terrific endurance for a horny and overexcited stud of his age, but Melissa's fierce vaginal contractions as she came were just too much for him; as that tightening cuntal canal threatened to crush his cock, he grunted and felt the familiar sense of helplessness sweep over him-and he knew that he was going to get his numbed rocks off at last! There was a burning and buzzing sensation in the base of his cunt-buried cock...he gasped for breath, then held it and tensed-drove himself deep into Melissa's slushy sexual swamp for one last time-then groaned aloud with relief as his entire body shook in the convulsions of an unusually intense and satisfying come. Hot sperm shot from his dick to drench that dark, wet interior he'd just possessed so ruthlessly, lubricating the canal so that his wild, involuntary thrusts back and forth inside it were easy now as he pumped his come into her cunt, filling it with gush upon fiery gush of the warm wet seed, until his overcharged balls felt depleted and sore from the relief that had been too long in coming. Panting, the young stud glued his mouth to one of Melissa's erect nipples and sucked on it greedily as he allowed his shaking, sweating body to calm down, and his excitement was replaced momentarily-by a warm, sweaty languor in which he felt that nothing could ever be as good as what he had just experienced.
Melissa had come, too, and was breathless and exhausted from the intensity of her physical responses. Now, her sore pussylips still contracted and relaxed rhythmically around the bulk of Peter's still-hard prick; she could feel the wet stickiness of his semen trickling down her thighs, and for the first time the possibility of pregnancy entered her mind. She panicked for a split-second, then relaxed again as she realized that it would be so much the better if she did get herself knocked up. She'd be able to force Peter to marry her, despite her tender age and whatever objections his stuck-up parents might raise. O God, give me a baby! she prayed, with a fervor she rarely displayed in church on Sunday mornings.
Peter pulled out of her and sat up, looking dazed, as he reached down and drew Melissa into his arms. He did love her, she was certain, despite the whorish way she'd thrown herself at him. Her silken hair was loose and mussed as it fell around her face; she still had the wanton expression that had thrilled him during their lovemaking. She tried to reach for her discarded clothes to cover herself, but he stopped her.
"Don't-I want to play with your pussy... touch it-finger it!"
"Oh yes!" Melissa breathed.
He pushed his hand between her parted thighs, forcing her legs apart, then worked the tips of his fingers into the rich, hot liquidity of his melting come mingled with the natural lubrications she'd secreted during their fucking. He heard her breathing grow labored as his fingers found and stroked her rigid clit and she opened her thighs wider in wanton invitation. Christ! the bitch loved it! She'd do anything he wanted! Peter was getting horny again, his cock throbbing with new life-as though he hadn't had that orgasm that had seemed to drain him completely only minutes before!
Melissa was incredible; she could give a dead man a hard-on in his pine box in the funeral parlor... She lay there beside him, half beneath him, spread-legged, shamelessly offering her cunt to his probing digits, as he explored her moist sticky vaginal interior and played with her clitoris until her hips ground like a stripper's and she moaned in fierce sexual hunger-hunger for his cock! She closed her own delicate fingers around the dripping phallus and moved her clenched fist up and down on it with an expertise that suggested considerable prior acquaintance with the workings of this piece of the male anatomy. They were going to do it again before the hot afternoon sun had dipped much lower in the blue sky-that much was pretty certain. Peter couldn't wait. He pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt and pushed her flat on the crushed grass where they'd screwed. Then he went back to work on her clit, moving his thumb and forefinger more rapidly on the tiny love button until Melissa was writhing beneath him and trying to shove his dick between her thighs as she jerked it for him with an equally hasty rhythm.
"Oh Peter-! Do it-do it please-do it to me!" she moaned, tossing her long hair about in the grass, wetting her panting lips with her glistening pink tongue.
"Do what, Melly? What do you want me to do to you?" he demanded, wanting to hear her say it-wanting proof of her uncontrollable lust for his body, for the pleasure he could give her in exchange for her own.
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Peter... I want it so bad, your big hard cock in me-in my cunt! Fucking me! Filling me up! Making me feel good! Because I love you so much. I don't care if somebody comes and sees us fucking." So much the better, she thought wildly: proof that he'd seduced her-ruined her! After all, she was still way under age! "Fuck me good and hard, Peter darling-fuck me with your beautiful big man's cock!"
She was begging for what most guys only dreamed of talking girls into accepting, and Peter, his cock masturbated to full new rigidity by those skilled fingers, was unable to resist any longer. He shoved her hand away from his hard-on, grasped the turgid meat in his own fist, and leaned over her, aiming the head of his dick at her beckoning cunt. She threw herself back on the grass, spreading herself for him with her knees bent as his free hand forced open her labia. Her taut breasts rose, their nipples like two hard-closed rosebuds, as she sucked in her breath at the first contact of his cockhead against her hypersensitive pussylips. "Fuck!" Peter gasped out loud as he began to shove himself back into her. He was so excited he expected his heart to burst inside his heaving chest-either that, or he'd shoot off again even before he had it in her again.
Melissa offered no resistance when Peter seized her by the hips and, throwing himself on his back in the grass, pulled her on top of him; she instinctively sensed that he wanted her to straddle his body and, although she'd never "done it" in mis position, she eagerly threw herself into the exciting new game. Peter was lying beneath her now with his strong legs parted, his cock gripped in his fist and jutting upwards like a flagpole, his shaggy hair spread out over the forearm he shoved under his head as an improvised pillow as he gaped lustfully at Melissa's nudity.
"Sit on my dick and shove it up your snatch so we can fuck with you on top," he ordered her roughly.
Melissa was a little upset by the coarse way he told her what he wanted, but it was too late to play the prude now, and, besides, she was too inflamed by their previous coupling to act coy or take her time obeying. She straddled Peter's muscular body, her thighs parted as far as she could get them, her breasts swaying like twin pendulums as she thrust her pelvis forwards to open her labia and slowly but eagerly lowered herself over Peter's crotch, as though she were squatting over the toilet bowl to take a pee. The thought embarrassed her and it seemed very daring and wicked to be on top this way; no doubt Peter felt the same and that was why he liked it. And, Melissa discovered, in this position he could easily play with her boobs or her clit as they fucked. It was wonderful. But she was still blushing bright scarlet as she groped for the head of her lover's prick and, lowering her body the rest of the way, thrust the big cockhead up between her pussylips and used her weight to impale herself upon Peter's dick. Her cunt was sopping wet and felt chafed from the rough fuck they'd already indulged in, but Melissa was thrilled by how readily her cuntmouth opened up to accept
Peter's big tool. She gasped with excitement and relief as she felt all of that hard, solid cock jamming its way right up into the depths of her cunt.
Peter sat up suddenly with a brutal, thrusting jerk of his strong hips, and Melissa couldn't help shrieking as hall of his immense dick plunged deeper into her cunt for a moment, then pulled back as he began to screw her for real with fast, long strokes. God! He was so big! So hung! That cock of his seemed to fill her body completely, making it stretch-surely it must be tearing her inside, bruising the delicate walls of her vagina, scraping her poor cuntal canal raw-?
"Take it all and get fucked! God damn!" Peter exclaimed before he shoved his head down to suck on one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. His hot hands were all over her trembling body, gripping her spread thighs to push her down on his stabbing, impaling cock-shaft, stroking her clit and her wide-spread, compressed labia where they formed a large, snug oval around the base of his dick, caressing her sucked-in, quivering belly, roaming higher to squeeze her breasts and jam them against his open, moaning mouth as he tongued first one hard nipple, then the other. Writhing, she felt her body sliding up and down on the shaft of his prick, her cervix contracting and relaxing, but always seeming to stretch-wider-wider-to accommodate the massive male implement that had been forced up into it so violently, that was fucking her with such lusty indifference to her discomfort and growing alarm.
"Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned, gripping Peter's shoulders to steady herself as she rode his penis shamelessly. "It hurts! It's going in me so far! Oh Peter-fuck me! Make it feel good for me! Fuck me, . make me come again, make it feel good the way it did before!"
"Like this?" he grunted, driving himself up into her innermost vaginal recesses with a single masterful stroke. She saw only blinding red pain for an instant; then, catching her breath, the agony was replaced by a rush of pleasurable sensations as her cunt thrilled to the fierce, hot friction of the huge cock that was sliding ruthlessly back and forth inside it, rubbing its shivering, quaking walls raw and reducing them to so much throbbing vaginal jelly. Melissa was getting into it now. Her body was receiving each thrust of Peter's hips, of his cock inside her, with a wild involuntary downward lunge of its own, designed to increase the delightful friction. Melissa could feel herself letting go, casting off all inhibition, all shame-all restraint; becoming nothing but a hole to be filled-a fire to be stoked-a cunt to be fucked by a cock!
"Give it to me, Peter-please fuck me good! I love it, I love your cock in me! In my hot cunt! In my juicy pussy! I'm going to come any fucking minute now, I just know I am, I feel all wet and hot down there, there, where your dick's going in and out of my pussy, oh shit does it ever turn me on! I can't stand it! I can't get enough of it! I wish we could just fuck forever and never have to stop. Oh Peter fuck me, fuck me-fuck me! Oh yes, yes, yes! Fuck me-yes-fuck me, oh fuck me!"
She no longer knew what she was saying, no longer would have cared had she been able to hear the lewd invitations and encouragements she was punctuating with her gasps and cries as Peter plowed her cunt from below with such devastating efficiency. Melissa was wild with lust and only knew that she was being coaxed steadily towards another intense orgasm. She was a women now, no longer a stupid, inexperienced girl: she'd been fucked and she loved it! She could satisfy a man-even an experienced, sophisticated young stud Like Peter Selby. "Fill me! Fill me!" she began to chant, in time to her up-and-down movements on his cock. "Fill me! Come in me, Peter, come in my cunt! Come in me! Oh please, will you fucking come in my cunt!"
"Jesus," Peter grunted, between mouthfuls of her breast, "I'm going to-can't hold it back any longer-fuck-God damn it-you horny bitch, you've got me so fucking hot-can't hold it back, here I fucking come! Take it, Melly! Take that hot load! Take it and come too! Come with me, baby, I want to see you come on my cock! Ahhhhh-!" He let out a loud, shuddering cry as he crushed her tits in his hands and slammed his groin up into hers again and again, with mounting speed and ferocity. "Ah! Fuck! Here it comes-!" He moaned as he began to shoot up into her. Melissa knew that she was coming; she wondered if what she felt was the multiple orgasm she'd heard and read about: the contractions were so strong, so fast as each succeeded the last, that she couldn't count them, couldn't even seem to draw a full breath as her vagina tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, gripped Peter's exploding prick and released it for an instant, over and over again.
His cock made quick hard jerks and thrusts deep in her as he fired his thick, warm semen into her. Peter was moaning, open-mouthed, his handsome face contorted and damp with sweat, as he pumped what felt like a quart of creamy come into Melissa's trembling, responsive, multi-orgasmic cunt, flooding it. She let out a cry as a final, fierce climax shook her to the depths of her being for a long moment, and then she collapsed altogether, desperately drawing air into her lungs in an effort to cool her overheated flesh.
Peter gave himself only a few seconds in which to begin to recover from his own orgasm before he eased Melissa's limp weight off him and let her bury her face in his hot, sweaty chest. He had shot so much come into her, and she'd wet herself so thoroughly with her own emissions, that his still-hard cock slipped out of her dripping pussy with no difficulty at all. Melissa was sure that if the two of them kept it up like this for long, she'd get pregnant and Peter would gladly marry her. After all, she told herself facilely as she clung to him, she wasn't using him. He was having his fun, too, and then some: she hadn't heard any complaints about her sexual performance so far! And she loved him. Melissa was quite certain about that now. She loved Peter... and she would have still loved him even if he wasn't rich.
CHAPTER TWO
Carrie Johnson turned to Melissa with a look of resigned despair, and shrugged her shoulders.
"See what I mean, Melly?" she asked wearily, as her baby brother's wailing went on in another room of the rundown house. "It just never lets up... shit!"
Melissa followed her friend into her bedroom, and watched curiously as Carrie changed the baby's soiled diaper with the utmost indifference, as though performing the operation on some inanimate object-like a doll. The baby was cute, but Melissa suddenly didn't feel so eager to get pregnant: caring for a kid of your own looked like a hell of a lot of work, from what Carrie had told her and from what she saw now.
"Does he really sleep with you-right here in your room?" Melissa asked incredulously. God! that would mean that poor Carrie couldn't even bring a boyfriend home and sleep with him. Not that she, Melissa, could either, because of her two crummy brothers... but still-!
Carrie had nodded in response to the question, a safety pin in her lush red mouth; she had plenty to think about to keep her from answering Melissa in more detail. It wasn't fucking fair, she told herself angrily; she'd fought with her mother about it until she'd finally realized that nagging wasn't going to do any good. All night long, she was up changing
Matthew's diapers or feeding him, and every morning, when she had to get up to drag herself off to school, she felt groggy-if, in fact, she wasn't physically worn out for another reason on top of the baby...but of course Melissa didn't know about that. She was a good friend, and she and Carrie told each other most of their secrets; but Carrie couldn't bring herself to confide in Melissa on that particular subject.
Or could she, now? After all, Melissa had told her that she'd "done it" with that sexy Peter Selby and with two other boys before him...maybe Melissa would understand and sympathize with her...
"Jesus," Melissa was saying, as she watched Carrie prepare the baby's formula, "I thought I had it rough at home, cooking and cleaning and picking up after them two fucking no-good brothers of mine! But at least they're grown up. And that baby's so cute! Don't your mother care about him at all, honey?"
Carrie laughed bitterly. "That whore? Why're you looking at me like that, Melly? That's what she is-nothing but a cheap whore! She don't even give a damn for me, let alone him-she don't give a damn about nobody but herself. Why else would she have sent Lou Ann and Margaret off to a home?"
Melissa blushed. She didn't know what to say. It was common knowledge in the little southern town that Mrs. Johnson had shipped her two youngest daughters-fathers unknown!-off to foster homes, claiming that she couldn't support two bastards, as she had shamelessly (though accurately) described the two little girls.
"The only reason she's kept me this long is to have a live-in maid, babysitter, and chief cook and bottle-washer!" Carrie said bitterly, testing the formula before popping the bottle into the baby's sucking mouth. "There! Suck on that and keep your mouth shut!" she addressed the baby, before continuing, "You'd think any woman who screwed around as much as my mama does would know hetter'n to get herself knocked up... she met that guy from Atlanta and tried to get him to marry up with her; and then he up and left her when she was seven months gone and too late to abort it. So I'm stuck with the brat!"
Melissa couldn't argue: it was all true. Mrs. Johnson's varied sex life was the talk of the town, and some people even accused her of charging money for her well-worn charms!
"She's a real dumb whore," Carrie was saying, as though she'd read Melissa's thoughts.
"Come on, Carrie honey-you shouldn't say that about your own mother!"
"It's true! I hear 'em every night-laying in bed groaning and fucking away like a couple of minks!" Carrie laughed raucously. "And the funny thing is, she gets so drunk before she takes the guy to bed that she don't know what she's doing half the time! Lots of mornings she wakes up and finds she forgot to ask the John to pay her! He's gone got his fuck for free!-and then I'm the one who gets yelled at because she's pissed off at her own stupid self!" Carrie laughed again. "I won't make that mistake."
Melissa was shocked. "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to get out of this hole one of these days-you'll see," Carrie said defiantly, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. "I'm going to get the hell out of this here hick town and become somebody-like in the movie magazines! And I'm never coming back, so help me God, no matter how much my mama writes to me begging for some of my money when I'm rich. I'm going to go to Las Vegas or some place like that, and be a show girl, or a hostess or something-a cadi girl, if I have to! Anything to get out of this town! And I'm only going to go out with rich guys. I'll marry a rich guy-or even a movie star... unless he just wants me to be his mistress and live in sin."
Melissa felt herself reddening: sure, she and Carrie had often joked about such an idea, but now it was hitting Melissa uncomfortably close to home as she thought about her own designs on Peter Selby, who wasn't a celebrity but who was certainly a rich man's son-the next best thing to a rich man himself! She was perfectly willing, even anxious, to prostitute herself to Peter in exchange for wealth and social status and economic security. But at least she intended to marry Peter. She'd be respectable! This whole crummy town would have to look up to her once she was Mrs. Peter Selby-or else! But what Carrie was proposing was just whoring. Her mother was a bad influence on her, that was for sure.
While Melissa was indulging in these rationalizations, Carrie was lost in her own thoughts. In the past few months, as her home life had grown more and more intolerable, as her mother cast off all claim to respectability and began hooking openly, Carrie had begun to waste long hours dreaming about a more glamorous future for herself. During boring classes at school, half dozing to make up for the sleep she lost at night, she'd fantasize, seeing herself parading half-naked around a stage in a sequined costume, smiling radiantly as a crowd of horny men applauded her performance. Horny rich men, all willing to take her out to fancy restaurants and clubs, willing to spend money on her, to deck her with diamonds and fur coats, to fuck her and make her their girl-their mistress-their wife! She was rich, with a big house with a swimming pool and beautiful furniture, and servants to wait on her-a little Georgia cracker, white trash-hand and foot! She had lovers... and an exciting social life. Especially at night. There'd be parties-Carrie saw herself making a grand entrance in a beaded gown Like the ones she admired on TV shows. Or...she saw herself, dressed to kill and wearing a couple of thousand of dollars on her back, standing beside a handsome, tuxedo clad young man at a gambling table in a luxurious casino.
Her real father, Johnson, whom her mother hadn't bothered to marry although she still used his name, had been a gambler: Carrie's mother had complained about him to her often enough, while drunk or just feeling sorry for herself. Carrie couldn't remember her father, who'd had enough and left when she was still a child; but she felt certain that he'd been too good for her mother-better than the men who shared her mother's heavily trafficked bed every goddam night! Her father must've been glamorous-sexy-debonair-like the men she'd meet once she got away and began to live. To swing! Once she got what she deserved. She was pretty, she knew-the few times her mother ever took special notice of her, it was to compliment her for her looks. Her mother knew that beauty was a precious commodity for a girl who had nothing else to barter with. There were men out there-plenty of them willing and eager to pay for the possession of Carrie's ripe young body! And she was ready to drive a tough bargain!
"I'd better be getting home," Melissa said, feeling the awkwardness of the silence. "It's almost quitting time at the factory, and those no-good brothers of mine'll be home soon wanting their supper-they'll probably be drunk again!"
Buck and John-Boy Hardy always stopped off at a bar after work to "have a few." They were often drunk and mean when they finally did stagger home after that few, and it was always Melissa who had to face the full brunt of their swinish ill humor. The bastards!
She left, and took the short cut home across the fields-the Hardys and the Johnsons were close neighbors-and, with her usual sigh of resignation, approached the ugly farm house in which she was condemned to live. Melissa could easily sympathize with Carrie's bitterness, her determination to "get away" from all this whatever the cost. But Melissa assured herself that she had more on the ball than her friend did. She and Carrie were about equal so far as looks were concerned-but Melissa flattered herself that she was brighter. More calculating. Tougher! She'd drive a harder bargain to get what she wanted: it would be marriage or nothing! And to a decent, respectable man-if Peter Selby wouldn't fall into the trap she had baited so lusciously for him, there were other eligible boys to choose from. Melissa felt confident as she entered the house.
She was surprised, and a little frightened, to find that Buck and John-Boy were home already. They were both drunk, though; long experience had taught Melissa to recognize the signs. And her brothers both stared at her in a hard, evaluating fashion that upset her. She felt her heart pounding as she mumbled a greeting and busied herself with preparations for supper. Good God! both men followed her into the kitchen. Something must be wrong-she'd just have to try to bluff it out.
Buck was scowling; John-Boy merely looked sheepish and upset. Melissa managed to calm down sufficiently to return her brothers' stares, looking surprised, as though she couldn't imagine what had gotten into them. Both Hardy brothers were big, barrel-chested young men, rough and crude, but with a two-fisted virility that made sexual conquests easy for them-their "tomcat-ting around" with various women of easy virtue, some married, was the talk of the town, although Melissa had finally put her foot down and demanded a stop to her brothers' bringing loose women home with them.
For a while after her parents' deaths, Buck and John-Boy had threatened to turn the farmhouse into a brothel: night after night, Melissa had had to lie awake in her chaste bed of virginity, listening to the lewd noises of three and four-way sexual activity going on in the adjoining bedroom the two boys shared. John-Boy was only sixteen and rather slow mentally, although good-natured generally; but Buck, at twenty, ought to have known better.
Melissa didn't think of herself as a particularly "liberated" young woman, even now that she had had three lovers; but her consciousness had inevitably been raised a bit: she knew all about the double standard. Her two brothers continually boasted about all the screwing they did, but let them hear that Melissa had dated some harmless young boy her own age and all hell would break loose. She'd have to sit through a long, obscene lecture from Buck on the preciousness of her reputation and her virgin flower and purity and a lot of similar rot. Melissa was glad she was no longer "pure." Purity had been pretty boring compared to her newly-discovered pleasure in fucking!
She pushed her hair back with a nervous gesture, but managed to smile as she opened the cupboard and said, brightly, "How about some nice ham and eggs and grits and home-made biscuits for supper, boys? Sorry you got home before I did-what happened, did work let out early or something?-but I'll have it rustled up in just no time at all and there's hot coffee in the pot-" She choked back a scream of terror as Buck stepped beside her and, towering over her slight form, slammed the cupboard door shut with appalling violence, almost catching Melissa's hand in it. She jumped back, trembling. Something was terribly wrong.
"Fuck supper!" Buck growled in his deep, nimbly voice. His eyes were red-lined from liquor, unfocused; but Melissa could see the anger smoldering in them as he glared down at her. "I got something else on my mind right now!"
Melissa tried to bluff it out. "Don't know what ails you, Buck, or why you come home and start yelling at me-I didn't no nothing-ain't my fault you and John-Boy come home stinking drunk and mean as usual-"
"Shut up or I'll smack you one-I mean it!" her older brother threatened her harshly, actually raising his fist; she cringed and retreated across the room, but he pursued her. "What's this John-Boy and I done heard in town about you, Melly?" Buck demanded ominously.
Oh God! she thought miserably. It could only be one thing! They'd heard that she'd been fucked!
"How the fuck should I know?" she retorted, trying to assume an expression that was both defiant and indignant. "I wasn't in town getting all liquored up like you two were! So how'm I supposed to know what them dumb crackers downtown said or didn't say. Don't know their own asses from a hole in the ground anyway, so who cares? Let 'em talk."
Buck grunted. "Nice way for a girl your age to talk in front of her own kin. You're gettin' as foul-mouthed as any whore, Melly, and must be because you been acting Like one. You're turnin' into one hell of a slut fast, and I don't like it."
Melissa, for all her terror, was furious now. "So you don't like it. Tough shit! Yes-I said shit! Don't care whether you like it or not! You're not going to push me around no more. Treat your own sister like she was your fucking slave...or one of your whores! Well, fuck that from now on! Do your own cooking and cleaning and mending, see how you like it. And fuck you too-!"
He slapped her, hard; the blow stung her cheek and turned it crimson, and Melissa began to sob as she nursed the spot with her upraised hand. Buck gripped her by both shoulders and shook her until she expected her neck to become dislocated.
"So it's true!" he raged.
"What's true? I ain't done nothing!" his sister managed to gasp.
"Nothing, my ass! You and that rich son of a bitch, Peter Selby, been screwing like cats and dogs from what I hear. And he ain't the only one. You're turning into the town tramp! Worse than that Johnson woman and her slutty daughter you're always running around with. They turned their own house into a fucking whorehouse, but at least they got the sense to charge for it. Not you. I You been giving it away for free right and left. Lost your virgin flower and don't even know enough to be ashamed about it. God-"
"It ain't true, Buck! Oh, it ain't true at all! I'm still pure-I never done it. I kissed that Peter once or twice, real innocent-like-that's all," Melissa lied glibly as the tears ran down her face. "Who told you different, anyway? He's a liar! I never done it, I'm pure!"
He leered down at her as his big, rough hands clutched her shoulders and twisted them, hurting her. "One way to fucking find out for sure, and I mean to do it!"
"You're drunk! Always liquored up!" Melissa said bitterly. She tried to wrench away from him, but he grasped her savagely, shoving her against the wall and pinning her to it as he angrily told John-Boy to come over to join them, which the younger Hardy boy did, looking reluctant enough. Buck's hand slid down the front of Melissa's dress, cupped her left breast, squeezed it-his hot, liquor-reddened eyes glared dully down at her lush body-she could smell the whisky on his warm breath as he panted slightly.
"Oh! What're you gonna do to me?" she asked, horrified.
"Finger you. Find out if you're still cherry like you claim-or if it got busted yet!"
Melissa choked down a scream of horror. He couldn't be serious! Her own brother-touching her there! Feeling her there-the way her three lovers had liked to, the way that always got her so hot! It was incest! A sin! Unspeakable...
"No-!" she tried to scream, but Buck's big hand clamped over her mouth; she bit it but he only grunted and cursed as his free hand plunged down between her thighs and pushed her short skirt higher.
"Get your dumb ass over here, John-Boy, and hold her while I get her pants off!" Buck commanded coarsely. "Gonna see for myself just how pure our little sister is! Lying, fornicatin', whorin' bitch! Just ain't got no shame in her at all-" He continued ranting drunkenly on; John-Boy, pretty well oiled himself and less accustomed to holding his liquor than his bigger and rougher older brother, threw himself clumsily against Melissa and, grasping her arms as she tried to flail at his face with clenched fists, pinned them tightly to her sides. Her breasts were crushed against his chest... Buck could now use both hands to yank Melissa's skirt up to her waist as she writhed and kicked. Her brother didn't waste any time in carrying out his perverted project. His hot, sweaty hands, calloused from factory labor but not inexpert when it came to caressing a woman's intimate areas, were busy between her thighs as she tried to clamp her legs together to block his fingers' probing. Buck was thrusting two fingertips beneath the elastic band of her panties: his fingers brushed over her tawny pubic curls. Melissa tried to scream again, but John-Boy cut her off by kissing her. He bent her wrists painfully, restraining her arms, and planted his hot wet mouth over his sister's; Melissa felt his hot, liquor breath in her mouth as John-Boy's tongue slid between her moaning lips and deep into her mouth.
It was nightmarish; she couldn't believe it was actually happening to her-her two brothers, crude and repulsive to her, but hitherto fore harmless brutes enough, making love to her--raping her! Her dress was torn open down the front, buttons popping, by Buck's free hand, and then fingers seized a big handful of her cheap nylon slip and wrenched it away from her trembling body. The flimsy material tore with a loud ripping noise. Buck yanked again and half the slip vanished in shreds, baring Melissa's flesh from breast to crotch and exposing her bra and panties. Now John-Boy, using his weight to hold her trapped between him and the cracked plaster of the kitchen wall, was groping at her too. Melissa tore her head away from his, breaking the loathsome open-mouthed, tonguing kiss, and screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs. But of course there was nobody within earshot except her two brothers-her two persecutors. Her rapists!
It was going to be rape-incestuous rape-all right; Melissa knew it even as her shocked mind refused to accept the fact. In a moment of mental clarity she wondered how long her horny brothers had been fantasizing about using her ripening female body as they had shared so many others... and when they had formed this diabolical, drunken scheme to turn their lustful dreams into horrible reality. But Melissa didn't have much time to dwell upon the idea in the abstract. It happened!
Buck dug his hand under the lacy bow that joined the cups of his sister's well-filled brassiere and yanked hard, tugging the bra down until the girl's tits popped free. The strap was drawn tighter around Melissa's torso and hurt. "Nice set," Buck leered. "They say screwing makes a broad's tits bigger-guess we got Peter Selby to thank for this here dairy farm!"
He grasped each of the nipples between thumb and forefinger, and pinched the rosebuds hard, twisting and tugging until Melissa was blinded by a scarlet jolt of pain and had to cry out in agony. John-Boy helped himself to a nice handful of tit, crushing the pliant flesh in his spread fingers, hurting Melissa with his nails, which left angry-looking red imprints in her breast. She screamed again, uselessly. A hand was thrust into her disheveled hair, forcing her to turn around so that Buck could plunge his free hand into her open dress, find the catch of her bra, and unhook it. He whipped the undergarment eagerly away and threw it on the kitchen table behind him. Melissa's jugs now swung free, unimpeded, into John-Boy's waiting hands; he kneaded both large, unwieldy breasts with awkward passion. Melissa moaned and writhed as sharp pangs of arousal struck her deep in the pelvis. Christ! she couldn't help herself-she was actually getting turned on by this brutal stripping and manipulation of her body. What kind of monster was she, that she enjoyed being handled intimately by her own brothers? Maybe what Buck said was true-she was nothing but a slut!
Buck kissed her this time, more forcefully then John-Boy had: his mouth, a moist cushion surrounded by rough beard stubble, ground down with ferocious desire upon hers, cutting off her breath along with her hysterical cries-of protest? of encouragement? Melissa wasn't sure-she was stunned by her sudden discovery that her brothers were men. Men like her lovers-men with hot, demanding sexual needs! Men who could kiss her. Fondle her. Fuck her. Fuck her! Fuck her-!
Her brother's tongue rammed into her mouth and she kissed him back with wild abandon, coiling her own wet tongue around his as it probed her teeth and the interior of her warm mouth. Buck's fingers had crept further inside her moist panties and he was caressing the lips of her cunt! It felt good... there wasn't much point in denying that. His big thumb pressed between the folds of her pussy opening and worked them apart so that he could find her clit by touch and coax it out from its hood of protective cuntflesh. The tiny blade rubbed sensuously against the ball of Buck's thumb. He played with her pussy while John-Boy got busy, tearing Melissa's panties down her thighs. They tore and he angrily ripped them right away from her quivering flesh.
She was more than half-naked now; and her brothers were fumbling with their belt buckles and zippers, opening their jeans and shoving them down and freeing their cocks from their long confinement in their cheap cotton jockey shorts. Both Hardy men were well-hung and their intoxication had had no effect on their potency. Melissa groaned with undisguised excitement when she felt something hard and smooth and cylindrical being pressed and rubbed against her bare thigh above her stocking top. Buck was grasping his enormous dick in his fist and scraping the tip over her skin as she automatically humped her pelvis forwards to encourage him to ram that monster up between her hungry thighs and fuck her. Melissa forgot that he was her brother. It was enough that he was a man-a well-hung, potent, excited male! Her sensuality had been aroused and there'd be no checking it now. She had to fuck! She wanted it as much as her two horny siblings did.
"Put it in me, you son of a bitchin' stud!" she heard herself gritting out.
"Jesus! Hot bitch! Oh yeah-yeah!" Buck moaned, as he tried to stick his cock between her wet labia. He seemed to have conquered his repugnance for his sister's lack of purity in a hurry.
"Let her have it, Buck," John-Boy suggested, with the air of a blas� and worldly-wise debauchee. "Fuck her cunt while she's still good and hot and horny and wants that big stud dick you got real bad!"
"Can't want it much more than I do now," Melissa blurted out, totally without shame now. "Just fuck me, brother! Fuck me! Show me how much of a man you are, how much you got down there between your legs-between mine! In me! Oh-oh! It's hurtin' me, Buck! It's hurtin' my pussy something awful, that big hard thing you're trying to put in me! Oh-no! Don't! Too fucking big! No! Yes! Fuck! Ahhhhh-yessssss! Yes, yes, yes!"
Melissa tensed up without meaning to when she became fully aware of the immense length and steely rigidity of her older brother's penis as it pressed between her cuntlips and drove them wide apart, pushing them back to either side and compressing them painfully as the massive hard-on began to slide into her pussymouth inch by bloating inch. Buck was gasping for breath like a suffocating man, his face damp and shiny with sweat, his eyes rolling, his hips grinding against hers, as he struggled to force himself right into her delicate cuntal canal and stab upwards into her vaginal tunnel with his cock. Her cunt already felt stuffed, stretched to the bursting point; Buck was hung twice as heavily as the exceptionally well-endowed Peter-or so, at least, it seemed to Melissa as her body cried out for mercy but accepted solid inch after solid inch of throbbing dick!
"Oh, Buck! Oh fuck! It's really killing me, it's tearing up my cunt, oh oh oh no stop, no more don't, I can't, I can't take any more of it, your fucking dick, it's just too big, my cunt ah Jesus no no no ah fuck!" Melissa gurgled in helpless horror as her body was penetrated by what felt like a baseball bat!
"Don't listen to her, Buck boy-she just loves that good hard dick she got in her!" John-Boy laughed as he stroked Melissa's grinding ass-cheeks and helped to spread her legs so that Buck could thrust up between them. "Let her have it! She wants it real bad-just like those other hot bitches we done had!"
"She ain't even felt the best part yet," Buck grunted. But Melissa was beginning to feel it now as he cold-bloodedly concentrated on getting the rest of his cockshaft into her cunt. The tissues resisted for an instant, then had either to yield or be torn to bloody fissures... Melissa shrieked as Buck drilled his dick straight up into her and her battered vagina finally gave way completely before the invader, opening wider, deeper, than ever before as that brutal mass of flesh and blood and swollen, rigid erectile tissue rammed between her sore labia and buried itself triumphantly in the very depths of her cunt. She couldn't believe that she had taken that thing and survived the experience. More hard cock was jammed into her traumatized pussy until she expected her cunt to be torn in half by the thick head of the penis. She was as full of cock as any woman could be and live-of that much, at least, she was certain. If only she could faint until this dreadful agony passed away!
"Ah, fuck! What a sweet hot tight goddam cunt! Tight fucking pussy! Jesus fucking Christ what a hot box! What a cunt!" Buck cried wildly, exulting in his possession of his sister's body, in the way she seemed impaled on his virile instrument, the way her cunt gripped and bit down on the head of his buried prick, the way she was moaning and squirming in an involuntary effort to increase the friction that was both driving her insane with pain and frantic with lust. She was enjoying it, all right, and Buck could tell that it wasn't the first dick she'd had up her, although he prided himself that it was the biggest and the best so far. That was what all the cunts in town said-they might be afraid of it before it was in them, but once the penetration was accomplished, either by persuasion or force, they just couldn't get enough of it. They all begged Buck to screw them until they couldn't sit down-except on him.! They never got too sore for that!
"Can't blame that Selby boy, I guess-she's a hot fuck!" Buck swore. "Mr. Rich Motherfucker sure knew what he was getting into when he got into our baby sister's pants. Only he don't own you, Melly honey-you remember that! Guys're gonna fuck you, they're gonna have to share the goodies. With us! Fair's fair."
"Ain't fair for me to have to stand here and beat off watchin', Buck," John-Boy panted. "Fuck her! Get it over with quick! I want my turn."
"You'll get your turn when I'm fucking ready to let you have it-or you can die wantin' it, for all I goddam care," Buck retorted.
Melissa barely heard their lewd dialogue, except as blurred speech coming through the ringing in her ears as she grew sick and dizzy with lust. Buck was fucking her now. He'd pull his horse cock almost all the way out of her, until only his head and frenulum were still implanted in the bruised caress of her pussylips; then, using his muscular weight to get sufficient leverage for the task, he'd drive his dick all the way up her shudderingly receptive cervix again, until he was buried in cunt up to the hilt of his potent phallic weapon and Melissa was breathless with pain-and the most intense, overpowering erotic pleasure her body had ever surrendered itself to! He screwed her like a rutting stallion, but she responded to the bestial fucking thrusts like a horny mare. She loved it, the very discomfort of the withdrawal-reinsertion routine becoming an inseparable part of her erotic joy in the incestuous coupling. Guilt, fear, and reluctance had fled and were replaced by only one thing: a desire to be fucked-filled-possessed by that mighty cock, again and again and again. All night long if that were only possible!
"Oh, Buck-lover-do it to me!"
"Whatever you want, little lady. Gonna treat my sister right!"
Buck's prick plunged repeatedly into the mushy morass of Melissa's cunt. She was getting wet and he was leaking pre-ejaculatory fluids; as the friction decreased, Melissa's pleasure increased--the pain faded and she abandoned herself eagerly to this thrilling new experience of being reamed out by a king-sized cock. Her own, newly-discovered ability to take such a colossal tool up her delicate cunt only multiplied her arousal. She begged Buck to fuck her harder, begged John-Boy to molest her tits and ass... she was floating high on sex.
She only groaned with sensuous pleasure when she felt her vaginal walls tensing in anticipation and then flexing rapidly in orgasm as Buck began to pump his spunk into her in quick, high-powered spurts. He had barely stopped shooting deep within her sperm-inundated body when John-Boy tugged at his shoulder from behind with frantic impatience; Buck yanked his still-stiff dick out of Melissa's cunt and let his brother take over. John-Boy was hung, too-maybe not so spectacularly as Buck; but Melissa knew when it was in her. Her lubricated cuntal canal accepted the second hard penis with greedy haste and soon her body was thrilling to another good, rough, thorough fuck as the overexcited John-Boy quickly got off inside his sexy sister's snatch. The boy nuzzled her boobs with his lips and tongue as he swung his powerful stud body against hers again and again to drive himself in and out of her with the long, fast strokes that had Melissa screaming with uncontrollable erotic excitement.
She was too preoccupied with the glorious sensations building up to their inevitable climax deep in her cunt to notice at first that Buck was still horny and quite capable of doing something about it at her expense. He was rummaging about in the cupboard and finally found a can of vegetable shortening. Melissa realized that Buck was pulling her and John-Boy to one side so that he could push her dress up to above her waist in the back and bare her buttocks... but it was only when a fingertip, slick and cold with the Crisco, was inserted between her asscheeks and rubbed into her sphincter, that she realized just what Buck had in mind. Shock was quickly replaced by a devouring hunger to find out what it would feel like... she didn't struggle as Buck fingered her virginal asshole roughly. It felt good! I "Jesus-she's really tight back here!" Buck reported as his finger fucked her anus expertly and made Melissa moan and clutch at John-Boy to encourage him to ram himself deeper into her pussy. "I bet Peter Selby never knocked on the back door yet-I'll be the first! You'll just love it, Melly-all the bitches do, once it's in 'em. Think how much more fun you'll have once you learn to use both holes!"
He pulled his slippery finger out of her asshole and greased up his cock with the Crisco, making obscene but strangely exciting slapping and squishing sounds in the process; then his greasy hands were trying to get a grip on her asscheeks and pull them apart so he could thrust himself up between them and rape the virgin valley of her anal crack. Melissa let out a shriek of frightened delight when the immense cockhead found her tiny anal opening and began to stretch it open. The rosy lips of her anus mouth were pushed back to make room for the insertion of that prick into her inexperienced butt. Fiery heat and friction ripped at her asshole, and of course her involuntary wriggles and twitching only increased the force of John-Boy's fucking of her cunt in front; Melissa shoved back against Buck hard in a desperate attempt to get the worst of it over with. That Crisco'd dick was fed up into her burning behind, inch by endless inch, filling her colon, bloating it, finding and stimulating nerve endings the girl had never suspected she possessed, until Melissa was convinced that she was going to pass out or die from the sheer overexcitement of having one huge prick rammed into her cunt and another, larger one, raping her ass and bringing it to frenzied erotic life. It was just too much for one woman to take-too fucking good! Too wild! Too much cock!
But Buck was all the way up her ass now and she was taking it, responding to his thrusts that began with an unusual (for him) gentleness and restraint, building up gradually to the fierce fucking she craved... Melissa wanted to shout out her accomplishment to the world. She was being ass-fucked! She was doing what most girls would be afraid to even think about or discuss. Two men were using her body at once-and they were her own brothers. She was breaking every sexual taboo in the book at once, it seemed: her erotic liberation thrilled her.
"Ass-fuck me! Ass-fuck me, Buck! Oh Buck fuck my ass! Do it hard! Feels so fucking good! And John-Boy-ram it up my snatch, make me come quick! Oh! Oh! My God! I never knew it could feel like this-so goddam good, so wild! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!"
Animals, Melissa decided-that's all human beings were. So what? Why make a pretense of being something she wasn't? She was poor white trash and fucking was about the only good thing in her life, so she had every right to make the most of sex. She was bestial. Big deal! She dug it, didn't she? Nothing else mattered.
CHAPTER THREE
'Take your tits out!" Peter commanded harshly.
Melissa gasped, then caught her breath as something Like pain flickered across her flushed face. "Right here? Now?"
They were "parking" in a deserted dirt road, beneath some trees, after school: it was a hot afternoon and brilliant sunlight illuminated everything, even penetrating the shadows thrown by the thick foliage of the copse. Melissa pulled herself part-way out of Peter's embrace to look up and down the road. Nobody was coming...but still! She didn't know which upset her more: the possibility of being seen half-naked in the open sports car by some chance passerby, or Peter's coarse, demanding tone as he told her to strip for him. Of course, she'd got him pretty aroused, what with all the heavy necking and petting they'd been doing.
"Here-right beside the road?" she repeated with a somewhat incongruous modesty, considering all the things she and Peter had done al fresco before.
"Yeah! I want to see them-kiss them-suck on them. It's all I can think about when we're not together. I'm getting really hot and uptight, Melly. Let's fuck!"
"Oh, Peter, I want to, too-only-!"
"Only what?"
"Suppose somebody came along and saw us... naked like that and doing it?" She blushed.
Peter sneered at her. "It's a little late to start worrying about that, isn't it? After all we done together? Anyway, I don't care what anybody thinks."
Sure! Melissa thought-he could afford not to care. But until she was his fianc�e or wife, she'd have to be less indifferent to public opinion.
Peter's voice was hoarse as he began to unbutton her blouse: "I can't wait-and I don't care," he repeated. "Suppose some dumb cracker did see? He wouldn't believe what he saw, that any girl could have such beautiful big tits-could be such a nice lay. I know I didn't believe it until I found out for myself. I still can't believe it. That's how great you are, Melly-that's how lucky I think I am to be your guy."
Melissa relaxed a bit, slightly reassured by this glib, leaden gallantry. Peter was still intoxicated by her sexuality, she was certain; that was why he couldn't help coming across as a little crude and impatient at times like this. She ought to be glad he was still so hot for her after having had her several times. So she smiled and caressed his cheek with the tips of her fingers as he finished tearing open her blouse and fumbled for the fastening of her bra. Her touch seemed to burn him and his fingers shook. "You're going to just ruin my reputation, Peter," Melissa drawled, quite aware of the irony of her words. Some reputation she'd have, if word got around town that she'd become her own brothers' mistress! "Let me help you..."
She reached around and opened her brassiere in back, letting out a sigh of relief as her breasts gratefully pushed free of the tight elastic support. Men might be turned on by big boobs, but they could be a real pain for a girl to have. Melissa slowly, provocatively, let her blouse fall down over her lovely bare shoulders so that the fabric rested for a moment on the full, taut rise of her breasts. But Peter was too eager to want to watch a slow striptease: he reached out, caught her bra and blouse in his hand, and pulled both down to her waist. Melissa exhaled quickly as a deeper vermilion color dyed her cheeks, and sank back against Peter and the bucket seat of the Triumph, so that her nudity was a little concealed from the road. Peter's hands were on her tits at once, stroking, kneading, fingering; he replaced them with his mouth, and Melissa threw her head back, letting her hair tumble loose, as she pressed her handsome young lover's face to her breast and encouraged him to suck on one ripe nipple. "Oh, Peter-oh, darling-yes, yes, suck me, suck on my tit...oh God how fucking good that feels! I love you so much!" she added, as a decided after thought. "Peter! Oh fuck! I'm already getting hot, you just drive me out of my mind!"
"See what you do to me," he moaned in reply, his hoarse voice further muffled by the way his lips brushed over her satiny breast. He took her hand by the wrist and guided it down between his legs. Melissa's fingers closed around the bulky hard-on imprisoned in Peter's tight jeans. She caressed it greedily, knowing that it would be hers-in her soon, and wanting it terribly. "Take it out and play with it!" Peter invited as he licked his lips, then went back to work on her taut nipple with his tongue.
Melissa didn't hesitate. The side of the car would at least hide what she was doing to Peter-if the possibility of observation still meant anything to her in her present sexed-up state of mind. She pulled down his zipper and discovered that Peter, with admirable foresight, wasn't wearing underpants. She drew out his beautiful big hard-on and stroked it with her fist, sinking her head onto his shoulder as she masturbated him and he began to run both hands up under her skirt, feeling her warm thighs and progressing rapidly to where her panties were drawn taut over the mound of her juicy cunt.
Things were rapidly getting out of hand, so to speak: masturbation wasn't going to be enough to satisfy Peter, and Melissa knew, even as her body thrilled to the touch of his probing fingers against her pantied cunt, that she wanted to screw as badly as her boyfriend did. Peter broke free abruptly and yanked open the car door. "Let's take it all off and spread the blanket out and fuck on the grass!" he panted recklessly.
Melissa was too aroused to argue. "Oh, yes, whatever you want!"
They prepared the spot hastily, throwing the blanket down beside the car; then, tossing clothes aside in wild disorder, they embraced again, naked flesh meeting naked flesh, in the warm air and bright sunlight, on the rough-textured blanket... the very daring of it got them both more excited and their foreplay was violent and efficient: within seconds Melissa was begging Peter to shove himself up into her and fuck her until she came and came. "Damn it! I'm so fucking hot," she moaned. "Fuck me to death!" she invited extravagantly as she spread her legs on the blanket and, pulling Peter down on top of her, tried to fit him between her trembling, eagerly waiting thighs to soothe the sexual itch that was inflaming her wet, chafed loins. "Do it quick before I pass out from wanting you so bad, lover!"
Peter controlled himself with an effort, sliding his hand down from her breast to her belly to the folds of her moist, dripping vulva. He caressed her intimately, inserting two fingertips in her cunt, and Melissa groaned luxuriantly in anticipation of the actual penetration.
"Melissa. Have you been out here before often?" Peter asked softly, insinuatingly.
He felt her body tense, but with arousal, not impatience. Her voice was silken: "With you. You know! Before-not right here, but you remember how we done it in that nice field the first time-by the stream."
He moved his finger faster against her throbbing clitoris, with devastating results; she tried to pull away but his weight held her down.
"Melly! I want to know-have you been out here with other guys?"
"Oh! What difference does that make?-fuck me quick! No! Never!"
He moved his buried fingers faster and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming out in pure lust.
"I want to know! I want you to tell me about it-!"
"Oh, Peter! My cunt-don't! All right-sure! But we never done nothing. It was just datin'. That's all."
"Now, that's not true, Melly-I wasn't the first guy who ever had you, not by a long shot. I want to hear about the others. It gets me turned on to hear about it. Did you fuck out here with other guys?"
"Oh Peter-just do it-don't ask-ah!" His hand pressed down upon her moist cunt, two of his fingers stabbing deep into her and a third rubbing her clit at its most sensitive point. She gasped loudly, then worked her hips, thrusting upwards against that tormenting hand, her back arching. "Oh Peter! Darling! Do it! Fuck me! Or bring me off with your hand like that! Oh, Christ!"
"I'll fuck you-put my dick in you-if you tell me about those other guys. How often did you get fucked out here before you met me?" "Once."
He drilled his fingers deeper into her slushy twat. "That's a lie!"
"Oh! Twice, then. Two guys. But I wish I hadn't done it with them. They talked me into it. Took advantage of me. I didn't know nothing then. I didn't like it when they fucked me or played with me like you're doing now, Peter honey. I didn't like it at all. You're so much nicer than they were. Wish I could of come to you pure and let you have my cherry, but couldn't help it. It don't matter, does it? You still like me? Oh! I swear it Peter I swear it on my poor mama's grave; oh, do it, finger me, make me come, oh, oh, oh!"
He pushed her legs wider apart. She bent her knees, lifted her legs to receive him as he mounted her with furious haste and clumsiness. He sank down into her, pressing the glans of his throbbing penis deep into her vulva, making her groan as he thrust into her. "You fucked those two guys lots of times and you loved it. Don't try to tell me any different. You love to fuck! You're crazy about fucking. You love to put out because you're cock-crazy-just crazy about fucking!"
She supposed that the dirty talk was turning him on-it was beginning to get to her, too: she couldn't help thinking about her past sexual experiences, and the memories inspired her to attempt new feats with Peter now. She tightened her legs around his waist and threw her ass upwards to meet his thrusts with wild, heedless, energy. They fucked savagely.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," she gasped breathlessly as he rode her. "I love it. Love to fuck. Love that good hard dick in me. Especially yours. So give it to me, fuck me hard, oh make me come, oh yes, oh fuck yes, ah yes, fuck me, Peter, really fuck me now you're the best I ever had, I want you so bad, I really need your good hard lovin' in my cunt-!"
He drove himself all the way into her again and again. She locked her arms and legs around his muscular body to hold him tightly against her. He covered her open, moaning mouth with his and thrust his wet tongue between her white teeth. She nursed his tongue furiously with her own tongue and lips. They fucked harder than they had ever done it before.
"Oh-Darling!" she screamed, tightening her thighs around his hips and caressing him all over as he rammed his cock up into her with bruising impetus, his lean, hard body already glistening with sweat as Melissa moved her ass to increase the delicious friction of pole-in-hole that was driving them both wild. Peter laughed coarsely between his nervous intakes of breath as his furious humping and thrusting and banging motions made his thick cock scour out the depths of her cunt even more thoroughly. His massive organ worked around inside her in rapid, screwing sweeps. Melissa felt her whole body tightening up like a coiled spring as her vaginal muscles gripped that huge dick and massaged it for all they were worth. High-pitched squeals of uninhibited bliss burst from her lips as she flung her head back onto the blanket and allowed Peter to suck on her breasts and gnaw them, and the sweet, shuddery sensations of unavoidable orgasm shook her from head to foot like a rag doll.
"I'm coming, Peter! I'm there already! Oh! Too much! I love it! Blast it in me, you fucker-shoot it off in me now! Do it quick before I stop coming! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-yeahhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck, yes! Come, baby, come!" Peter chanted as he pumped his wet-looking cock in and out of her frothy cuntmouth. "Come with me, I'm just about ready! Jesus!" Although he was panting now like a weary dog humping another, his cock tore into her body with undiminished vigor. Melissa felt her cunt muscles contracting as they prepared to withstand the shock of a second orgasm. She spasmed again almost immediately, a hot, burning wave of pleasurable helplessness rippling over her flesh.
"Peter! Ah! I'm coming again! Shoot in me quick-make it good for both of us this time!" she cried, radiant with passion, oblivious to all except the sensations that were convulsing her cuntal depths. She pushed out at him with her pelvis and felt his cock slip deeper into her for an instant; their pubic bones ground together painfully; he stoked the furnace of her seething femininity with his red-hot poker, raking up the blazing coals of her orgasm just before he began to drench them with his own outpouring of lust! He came inside her in a flood of molten lava, bursting inside her cunt, filling it with his potent seed.
"Oh, I can feel it!" Melissa exulted. "Can feel that hot spunk just a-flooding me! Oh Peter! It's so great! Come! Come! Come some more! Oh God, I think-I can feel it! I'm there again, I'm coming, oh keep it hard, keep it in me, keep it goin' in and out of me! Keep coming in me! I'm there again, oh yes, ah, oh yesssss!" She felt her cunt erupting like an inverted volcanic cone. Peter slammed his hips against her body; his dick went deeper into her again-there was a dizzying, breathless pause as Melissa tottered on the edge of the sheer precipice of orgasm-and then she was tumbled over into the void, feeling herself being sucked into her spasming cunt, carrying Peter along with her, as he continued to explode within her and a third orgasm-then, unbelievably, a fourth, the most overwhelming yet-turned her womb to so much warm jelly and blew out through her clit as though it was a stick of lit dynamite instead of a cock that was being driven in and out of her body so violently and to such potent effect. Detonation followed detonation until Melissa actually feared that her vaginal walls would burst from the strain. Peter, too, was ejaculating within her with extraordinary force. His orgasm was so prolonged and his discharge of sperm so plentiful that her cunt got too slick to grip his penis tightly: he popped right out of her by accident and made his last few thrusts jammed between her thighs, drenching them with his final spurts of thick seminal fluid. Moaning, the exhausted young stud collapsed on top of Melissa, his lips nuzzling hers as her own convulsive passion died away with delicious slowness. They kissed lustfully, with open mouths and exploring tongues, their breath joining in a hot wave as their hands roamed over one another's heaving, sweaty bodies.
They lay close together; he left his cock in her even now that it was going limp after its workout. She kissed his throat and chin; he fondled her damp breasts and pressed his face into her hair, savoring its fragrance.
"Peter-I won't ever let anybody else touch me. Ever! I'm yours!" What a he. But it was necessary if she hoped to hold on to him, to keep his respect. In this moment, she almost believed herself.
"Don't say that."
"Oh-! I see. You're afraid I said things like that to those other boys and didn't mean it. I didn't! They didn't mean nothing at all to me. I swear. I was always hoping that a really nice boy like you would come along so I could give him all my love. I made a couple of mistakes, but that's just what they were-mistakes." Sure! Like giving herself to her own brothers every night. But nobody was perfect, Melissa told herself.
Peter felt himself growing hard again inside her as they embraced. "Was it just a couple of mistakes?"
"Oh, Peter-how can you say such a thing to me? When you know how much I love you and all? Ain't I given you what you wanted instead of saving myself up for-for my husband." She hoped introducing this topic wouldn't scare Peter away. "Whatever I done before, I'm all yours now, ain't I? Ain't you happy? The rest's over and done with. Let's forget it and just live for now."
He began to move in her again, languidly at first, but she responded at once and soon felt him growing rigid once more.
"I want you to do something for me, Melly--something different," he gasped.
"What? I'll do it for you, Peter-I'll do anything."
He pulled out of her completely and rolled over onto his back. "Then suck it!"
She was reluctant-after all, he'd just shot in her and his cock was wet and slick with come and her juices-but she'd promised, and couldn't back out now. She'd never blown Peter, but Buck and John-Boy had given her plenty of practice. She was glad that she'd be able to surprise Peter by showing him how good at it she'd become. And now that she thought about it, the idea of tasting him, of having his beautiful big cock in her mouth, began to appeal to her.
"If you want me to," she said demurely, and with pretended indifference. But she acted quickly and with efficiency. "Lie still-" She leaned over his tanned body and allowed her hair to tumble down and caress his chest and belly as she lowered her glowing face over his crotch. His cock was rigid, the big round balls drawn up close to its base... Melissa admired it for a moment before getting to work. She took it in her hand and bent it towards her mouth, lowered her head more until she could detect the musky male scent of Peter's genitals, then, boldly, she ran her pink tongue around her lips to lubricate them and licked it over the gleaming cockhead. The taste wasn't bad at all, and Melissa licked the head of the turgid penis repeatedly. Peter moaned and put his hand in her hair to push her down on him. She decided to stop teasing him. Opening her mouth wide, she took the head of the throbbing tool between her lips and guided it deep into her warm moist mouth. Her lips closed snugly around the smooth-skinned cock-shaft and she began to ease them down it, taking more and more of the cock into her mouth.
"Suck it, Melly!" her lover was begging her now, his hand on the back of her head insistent as it shoved her mouth lower down on his prick. "Take it all and suck it for me! You're driving me crazy with that hot mouth of yours. Far out-out of sight! I love it-that tongue of yours-"
Melissa took a deep breath, making her full breasts swell even larger, and eased the rest of the long cylinder into her mouth. She had it all now and it was more than she could comfortably handle, but she moved her lips up and down along the pulsating shaft with slow, tantalizing expertise. Peter wasn't complaining. He moaned and fell back on the blanket, parting his muscular legs so that Melissa could slip down between them and work on him better. He gaped lustfully at the luscious girl as she blew him with a combination of artfulness and spontaneity that inflamed him almost more than fucking her had. Peter thought that he'd never been treated to quite so wanton a sight as Melissa naked above him, her body twisted so she could go down on him, her ripe boobs with their twin strawberry nipples swinging freely, her ass raised with its sleek, cushioned mounds parting and thrust high, as she leaned over him and caressed his flanks with both hands while her sweet, plush-textured lips stroked his aching hard-on.
Her red mouth was stretched wide around his dickshaft and her reddening cheeks alternately hollowed and puffed out as she breathed around his cock. She let the head of his cock slide down into her throat-only for a split second before she backed away again; but Peter almost came at the combination of the extra pressure and the knowledge that she could and would take him all the way down like that. His cock continued to tingle and jerk with tense, rigid expectation as the blow job went on and on... suddenly, Peter sat up and pushed Melissa's mouth away from his groin.
She looked dazed. "What's the matter-didn't I do it good?"
"You did just great... but I want to eat out your hot juicy box while you do me," Peter panted. "Move over-turn around and spread your legs open up your cunt so I can kiss it and lick it and eat it out and make you come! We'll sixty-nine-" Melissa was already slithering into the excitingly perverse-looking position; as she buried her head between Peter's legs and took the head of his cock back between her lips with renewed enthusiasm, Peter grasped her warm full asscheeks in both palms and drew her crotch against his face. His mouth opened eagerly as his lips brushed over her pubic bush and the moist pink lips of her cunt touched his in a pungent-tasting oral-genital kiss. Melissa shivered as he began to run his tongue over her pouting labia, over her clit, into the deep glistening groove of her pussy.
Melissa loved it. She squealed, and shook her ass and tits as she let her body surrender to the extraordinarily exciting feeling of being tongued and licked down there. It was even better than having hard cock in her, she decided; to show Peter how much she liked it, how grateful she was, she attacked his cock like a hungry dog going for a tempting bone. She pressed herself against her lover's body, groping for his muscular butt and thighs, pulling him closer to her, and let her wide-open mouth descend upon his penis with reckless abandon. She took him right into her throat this time, because Buck had forced her to develop this skill, and sucked greedily while Peter, half out of his mind by now, drilled his tongue deep into her cunt and slurped up the juices that seemed to be leaking out of it nonstop as Melissa's pussy convulsed violently in ever-increasing arousal.
Their nude, sun-kissed bodies, glistening with sweat, banged together as their passion mounted swiftly to its inevitable climax. Grunting, Peter shoved his cock down Melissa's throat as she got a better grip on his clenched buttocks and prepared to drain him of his sperm. He fired into her mouth and throat with such force that she he d to swallow again and again to contain the flood. It plastered her coiling tongue flat against his bursting cock and filled her mouth with gooey syrup. But she liked the feeling and the taste, and she knew that Peter's busy tongue was already coaxing her towards her own crisis. A long-drawn-out moan of pre-orgasmic ecstasy welled up in her come-drenched throat as she came against his mouth. He kept one hand pressed deep between her buttocks and now the blunt tip of his index finger dug into her sphincter ring and diddled her tender, moist anal tissues until Melissa had to pull her come-smeared lips off his cock so she could scream in passion as her orgasm built to still greater heights. Peter fingered her anus while his tongue lashed out over her clit repeatedly and a gush of natural vaginal lubrications told him that his efforts were making Melissa come again. He crushed his open mouth against her melting cunt and sucked greedily as she came and came and came. He worked his embedded finger around inside her tight asshole, and Melissa yelped with excitement; Peter's still-hard, throbbing prick, spurting the last drops of his creamy discharge, smacked against her blazing cheek and coated her face with sticky semen. She moaned, then ran her tongue lasciviously over the wet cockhead to clean and stimulate it simultaneously.
Peter was sore from having ejaculated twice in such rapid succession, and he cried out when Melissa, after catching her breath, put her warm mouth on his dick again and sucked him dry, caressing him with her lips and tongue until he had to make her stop because the feeling was just too intense to tolerate. She laughed and wriggled her lower body to rub her wet, dripping cuntlips over his face as he tongued her automatically in return for what she had just done to finish him off.
Afterwards, as they lay on the blanket and watched the sun sink lower in the blue afternoon sky, Melissa reminded Peter, as tactfully as she could, of one or two little things he had promised to buy her, and also of his promise to invite her to his home sometime soon to meet his parents.
"All right! All right!" he said, half angrily, at last, wearied by her importuning. "I'll get the money from my father-and I'll see about that invitation. Maybe you could come for dinner some night." He about died at the thought of the four of them-his stuck-up parents, himself, and his latest piece of white-trash ass-seated around the dinner table, exchanging frozen looks and polite banalities while the servants waited on them.
But of course it would never come to that: his parents would never let Melissa Hardy near the house, let alone inside it. He'd have to get out of it somehow. But he could worry about exactly how later, Peter decided heatedly, as he played with Melissa's deliciously responsive twat, his fingers slipping down into that juicy cleft and eliciting a cry of stifled passion from the exhausted girl as she pressed her nude body against his and reached for his limp cock in playful retaliation. She was one hell of a lay, that was for sure, and Peter hoped he'd be able to string her along awhile longer-he wasn't ready to dump her just yet. But taking the slutty little social climber out on the town in the style to which she clearly wanted to become accustomed was draining even Peter Selby's money resources. He wondered, only half jokingly, why Melissa didn't flat-out become a whore: she certainly had the mental and physical equipment for it. Peter licked his lips as he watched the way her cuntlips tightened against his caressing fingers. She'd be worth paying cold cash for! And he was getting it for free-on the whole. He ought to be grateful.
"But you are going to ask your folks soon--about when it would be convenient for me to come to call?" Melissa breathed seductively, her warm, wetted lips running over Peter's taut-muscled stomach and upper thigh, planting kisses on him. He was getting painfully hard again, even though he'd shot off twice already, inside her massaging fist as Melissa deliberately administered the coup de grace by letting her boobs slide slowly and stickily over Peter's hot sweaty skin as she kissed him, the hard-pointed tips rubbing over his burning flesh and turning him on as effectively as any electrical switch could have activated a dynamo. His cock pulsed violently, trapped within her stroking fingers.
"Oh sure, Melly-sure," he gasped, not knowing what he was saying, what he was promising, willing to do or say anything as long as he could keep her happy and willing to service him. He grasped her hair and urged her head down into his crotch. "Go on, honey," he coaxed huskily. "Blow me some more, just a little-do it, Melly, and then I'll do whatever you want-take you wherever you want-buy you anything your little heart craves. You're my girl, aren't you? Don't you like to go down on me? I sure love it when you do, when that hot mouth of yours goes right down over my prick and I can feel-ohhhhh!" he broke off with a gasp of pleasure, as his flow of blarney had its effect and Melissa, eager to please the boy she still deluded herself into thinking of as her future husband, pressed her soft lips down over the bulbous head of Peter's cock in a subtly maddening oral embrace. She began to suck him even while her lips inched lower around the thick shaft...
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh yeah," the man said salaciously, grinning at Carrie as Mrs. Johnson discreetly closed the bedroom door and left her daughter alone with their customer. "You're pretty-a real looker-just like your mama said you were!" His hot, nervous eyes moved slowly over the girl's ripe young body, down to her crotch and then up again, admiring the curve of her hips, the proud swell of her breasts, the way her long straight blonde hair hung down to her shoulders as she returned his gaze coldly-showing a professional indifference. He reached out to stroke her hair, and Carrie let him. What choice did she have? If the John left the house displeased, her mother would make her suffer for it. She had to satisfy this creep-or else! So Carrie allowed him to touch her as countless other men had done before him; she only bit her lip to hide her nervousness. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but putting out for a new John was always traumatic for her. She stood before him, silent, passive, as the man's trembling fingers moved from her hair to her blouse and fumbled with the small buttons.
"No bra, huh?" the man asked hoarsely, his hot moist hands sliding over the thin material of the blouse as he opened it and bared Carrie's deep cleavage. "Well, why the fuck you need one, right, honey?-not with a nice firm set like you got. Yeah, beautiful big tits-that's the way I Like 'em-let me see if they feel as good as they fucking look-!" His voice hardened. Staring into her cold eyes, his gaze fixed so firmly that she had to glance down involuntarily in confusion and shame, the customer spoke with the air of a business man who'd paid for the merchandise and now wanted to make sure it was worth his money. "Take it off. Let me see those big tits, baby."
Carrie, glad to break away from him even for a moment, began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. His hands were on her body again as she peeled off the blouse; he ran his palms down over her slim but already womanly hips, caressing her thighs through her short tight skirt. Carrie's naked breasts rose and fell as she drew deep, anxious breaths.
"Come on, come one-get a move on," her John commanded, angry with her for taking so long to show him the wares. "I ain't got all fucking night, you know, and I already paid for you. Time's a-wastin', baby. Strip down the rest of the way..."
Carrie dropped the blouse to the floor and pulled down the zipper at the side of her skirt. As she bent over to lower the garment to her feet and step out of it, the man leaned over, too, and grasped her hand, guiding it imperiously to his crotch. He was hard, which was one good thing: she wouldn't have to work on him to get or keep him up, and he couldn't turn mean and blame her for his impotence, the way Johns often did.
"As long as you're down there, honey, give this a feel," he leered, rubbing her fingers over the throbbing bulge in his pants. "Oh yeah! Yeah... now reach in and get it out. Play with it! Give it a nice kiss, take it in your mouth-"
Carrie opened his fly quickly. He sat on the edge of her rumpled bed, drawing her to him, pushing her down onto her knees on the plain wooden floor as she obediently knelt between his legs and grasped his hard dick in her hand, struggling to conceal her revulsion. He wasn't even particularly large: she knew that she wasn't going to get much of this trick. Damn!
"That's it-go down on me!" he whispered, guilty excitement in his voice as he pulled her head close to his crotch until her face was only inches away from his open fly and the mushroom-shaped cockhead that protruded from the gap. His erection pulsed visibly as Carrie moved her fist up and down along the shaft in an awkward masturbating gesture that seemed to turn the guy on like crazy. He moaned and, twisting her blonde hair around his fingers, shoved her face against his penis roughly.
"Christ-! Go on, take it, come on, suck me!" he gasped. His legs closed tightly about her, holding her in place between them, making flight impossible... his hands tugged painfully at her hair; his hard cock forced its way through her lips as she parted them in a cry of disgust, and he rammed himself into her mouth and partway down her throat. Carrie tried to relax her gag reflex so she could deep-throat the bastard. He groaned with bestial satisfaction as she swallowed the thick head of his prick and went to work on it with her throat muscles, tickling the shaft that throbbed strongly within her mouth with her tongue.
"Fuck! Fuck, yeah! That's the way to do it, you little slut, that's how to really suck cock! You love it! Bitch! You just love to suck big dick-and there you were puttin' on that virgin act like you was scared shitless of what I had in my pants! Whore! Suck on it-suck on it-suck on it, God damn you. You better suck on that thing good! Oh yeah! Yeah! Do it nice and slow, but move those sweet cocksucking lips of yours all the way up and down on it... fuck, yeah! Fuck! Just let your throat relax, honey, and you'll be able to eat it all-suck it all right down like it was a big stick of sugar candy. Suck it-suck it!"
She half-heard his disgusting comments and commands, tried to do it the way he wanted; but as he pushed her head forward and back to make her puckered lips caress the entire length of his cockshaft, the muscles in her throat began to ache and her eyes filled with tears of discomfort and humiliation.
"Take it all, bitch," the man demanded. "Take all of my dick down your throat and really suck on it!"
But she began to gag and choke on the full hardness of him as he rammed his cock into her ruthlessly. The John was annoyed with her incompetence for a moment; Carrie was afraid. If he left without paying or told her mother she hadn't been any good-!
"Okay," the man said, sighing, "I guess you're not much of a cocksucker yet, huh? Well, you can always learn. But practice on somebody else. In the meantime I bet you're a better lay than you are a blow. I want to fuck you-find out if that tight little box of yours can give me a nice tight ride." He pulled Carrie to her feet and yanked at the panties that were all she now had on besides her cheap, run-streaked stockings. Still seated on the bed, the creep began to suck on her dark-pink nipples with his wet slurping lips, nibbling and biting on one as he pinched the other between his fingers. His tongue slid over her breast and he began to moan with excitement as his hand strayed to her pert rump and pulled down her skimpy bikini pants. He shoved the underthings down to her knees and plunged an exploring hand eagerly between her parted thighs.
"Sweet," the John observed, his voice a harsh, heated whisper. He fingered her clit until Carrie had to choke down a scream of arousal. "Oh yeah! That's real sweet! That's one hell of a nice young pussy!"
She gasped and squirmed as he roughly inserted a finger inside her, pushing her moist pink labia to "either side and chafing them with his knuckle as he worked his buried digit around inside her pussy.
"You like it," he accused nastily, his contempt for her only too evident in his tone and manner as he finger-fucked her with increasing violence, playing with her tits with his free hand at the same time. "You love it, you little cunt-you can't wait to feel my big dick up your hot tight snatch can you? Just a whore like your old lady. That's all you are. Good-for-nothing white trash... cock-crazy cunt ...good for fucking and that's about it...well, you like to get fucked so bad, I'll fuck you. I'll drill your snatch until you can't take it no more..."
He was already swinging her onto the unmade bed, the wrinkled sheets stiffened in places by the dried come from previous lovemaking-if the crudely commercial transactions that went on in the Johnson's house every night could be called lovemaking. Carrie lay back against the gritty sheets and spread her thighs to make it easier for the man as he maneuvered his heavy, clumsy body between her thighs and pointed the head of his over-excited cock at her juicy young blonde-furred cunt.
"Now, you better get ready for it, baby, because I'm really gonna let you have it-!"
She didn't bother to even pay further attention to his mutterings, because she'd heard the drivel too often before. Instead, she concentrated on doing what she could to get the fuck over with fast.
She relaxed and tried to control her cuntal muscles, knowing from long experience that if they tensed up the penetration would be worse. Still, the man drove his dick into her pussy with such a total lack of finesse that it hurt as the blunt head scraped past her cuntlips and shoved them back, compressing the tender folds of flesh; he buried himself in her snatch with a single brutal thrust that took her breath away and brought angry tears to her eyes.
In moments like these, Carrie hated men-all men, even the good-looking ones who knew how to fuck a girl right and make her feel good when they came in her and she had her own orgasm around their stabbing pricks. She wished her cunt had teeth or a saw-blade so she could rip their cocks right off when they stuck them in her, leaving nothing behind but the bloody roots! It would serve the bastards right...
Her obvious pain, and the half-frightened, half furious look she couldn't keep from showing in her eyes and in her contorted facial muscles, only seemed to excite the man more as he lay on top of her and began to shove his implanted prick in and out of her with monotonous, machine-like strokes. Carrie wondered why guys Like this jerk came to her and her mother in the first place. Why didn't they use their fist or a hole in the was to bring themselves off? It would be a hell of a lot cheaper, and that was all they seemed to see in her body-a hole to come inside!
Her John began to get excited as the friction of the girl's tight cunt got to him: he pumped faster, punctuating his coarse movements with a resumption of his boring monologue: "Oh you sweet hot-cunted little bitch-I could fuck you ail goddam night, ram my dick into that juicy pussy of yours,cunt!-whore!-I'm going to fuck you Like you never been fucked before-!"
Carrie, twisting from side to side beneath him as his prick plowed in and out of her pussy, amused herself by silently replying to his idiotic statements: You midget-dicked impotent son-of-a-bitch-you're lucky you could get it up to get it in me, let alone fuck me all night-it's so small and you don't even know what to do with it, that it feels more like a finger wigglin' around inside my hot pussy-prick!-dumbass!-sucker! You're the lousiest lay I've ever ripped off lying here in this bed, and believe you me, I've had some lousy ones to put up with thinking the insulting things she didn't dare say aloud put her into a better mood, and she found herself responding to even this feeble excuse for a fuck with considerable enthusiasm, wrapping her long legs around her customer's flabby waist and grinding her hips to create some friction against the lips of her plugged pussy and on her taut, throbbing clit as it rubbed against the cockshaft that the man was driving in and out of her wet sexual swamp. Carrie grunted with satisfaction as she sensed that the guy was nearing his climax, and, to avoid having to look at his nondescript, reddening face, she stared up at the cracked ceiling where the paint had peeled off in thick layers.
"Oh! Now, honey-now! I'm about to blast in your sweet box! I'm about to come in you! Get ready for it, here it comes, oh Jesus-!"
Get it over with, can't you-asshole ? she wanted to hiss into his ugly face; but instead she humped upwards with her hips to finish the man off quickly and make him think he'd gotten his money's worth and then some. One good thing, Carrie thought contemptuously, was that it sure didn't take much to make these country hicks happy. A girl could lie there half dead or asleep and they'd go home afterwards convinced that they were Cassanova and that the girl had seen stars when they shot in her. Seen red was more Like it. Pricks! Bastards! Motherfucking men! Carrie wanted to kill them all.
This one's head was over hers, his mouth so close that she was forced to breathe in his fetid breath when she inhaled. His lips suddenly slammed down against hers with bruising force, and she had to let him stick his tongue deep into her mouth, wanting to vomit as she hoped that he'd come now that he had this last bit of stimulation. Better yet, he might have a heart attack and die on top of her! It would serve him right.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet-such a beautiful hot fuck!" he moaned, kissing her sloppily. His hips were moving faster. "Oh yeah-!" he cried; and then he started to cream inside her tight, flexing cunt. Carrie knew that his pathetic drilling wasn't going to give her an orgasm, so she lay still except for her hips, which she twisted and ground provocatively to make the man happy as his prick twitched deep inside her snatch and spurt after hot spurt of wet, sticky-feeling semen filled the bottleneck of her cervix and lubricated it, so that the man's cock slid more easily back and forth within its firm grasp. He collapsed on top of her, mauling her breasts, panting, slobbering, moaning, resting his full heavy weight on her--disgusting! She was glad when she felt his dick calming down in her cunt as it fired off its last bursts of come; and the guy pulled out of her as though she'd suddenly given him an electric shock.
Looking guilty as hell now that it was over-they generally did-he got off the bed quickly and, avoiding the girl's contemptuous glance, wiped his limp dick off with a pocket handkerchief. He didn't notice (not that Carrie cared whether he did) that she, too, was using a corner of the sheet to wipe the last traces of him from between her thighs. The man put his disordered clothing back together again hurriedly, and left the bedroom; Carrie lying back on the bed and relaxing, heard her mother talking to him in low tones as the money changed hands. At least her mother was sober tonight and keeping account of how much the customers owed!
Carrie was not given long to rest. Half an hour later, there were so many customers in the living room of the Johnson farm house that Mrs. Johnson had to accommodate two at once in one bedroom, while three local businessmen stood in Carrie's bedroom watching the girl as she performed with two young studs. None of the three spectators complained about having to wait for his own turn in that busy bed: what they saw was almost as exciting as having sex themselves. Carrie was satisfying a huge black man and a blond soldier from a nearby Army base. Both young men were attractive in a crude way and extremely potent; Carrie's hatred of the male sex in general evaporated for the time being as these males in particular carried her to the heights of erotic bliss again and again. The girl wasn't putting on an act this time: she was genuinely enjoying the lusty three-way of which she was the willing and responsive focus.
Carrie tossed her long blonde mane from side to side on the piled-up pillows beneath her head as she arched her back in involuntary reaction to a deep, penetrating thrust inside her cunt from the soldier's blunt bayonet. The girl groaned with satisfaction as he stabbed his weapon into her body again and again, seemingly going deeper each time. The relatively inexperienced but instinctively proficient young hooker let out squeals of ecstasy that made the beefy youth feel even more virile than he was. Carrie praised his expert fucking of her luscious young cunt, clinging to him with both arms and both legs, pulling his husky body tight against hers, begging him to drive his thick cock even more violently in and out of her straining, dripping pussy-slit. She was determined to have an orgasm this time and she used every trick in the prostitute's book to coax her John towards his explosion, knowing that it would help to trigger her own release. Although the soldier tried to hold out, to make it last, tried not to burst inside that sucking, milking cuntal canal that drew steadily at his twitching rod, Carrie employed her warm wet vaginal vacuum to drain him of his too-long pent-up excitement.
"Come in me! Oh God yes, come in me!" she pleaded hysterically, her fingernails raking the soldier's broad tanned back as, grunting, he rubbed his barrel chest against her heaving breasts and bent his knees to gain still more leverage against the creaking mattress as he pumped his prick into the girl. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck yes! Ram that big hard thing up into me, lover! Do it! Do it hard! Fuck me good! Make me come all over the place, I'm going to, I'm about to, I can feel it coming in my pussy, oh God oh, oh yes, fuck me some more, I'm there-I'm coming! Oh Christian!"
Her lithe legs were draped over the soldier's broad shoulders and he had her asscheeks clutched in his big hands, pulling her body tight against his groin as his huge cock rammed into her. He fucked her brutally but with devastating effect: the continual, almost intolerable pressure in her cunt and the violence with which his dickshaft slid roughly back and forth, back and forth, over her bladelike clit that burned like a pilot light from the uninterrupted sexual friction on its tip, was getting her hotter by the second and she knew she was going to explode soon. The girl was as turned on by their bestial coupling as her fucker and the on-lookers were. She used all the little tricks her mother had demonstrated for her benefit to turn the guy on top of her on as he grunted at the approach of his own climax. Her hips swiveled beneath his, her ass tightening up and relaxing in time to his thrusts and withdrawals and lunges.
"Shit! I'm gonna come in the bitch's hot cunt!" the blond boy yelled as he reared up, then plunged himself back into her cunt and burst like a ruptured water pipe. He fucked her with his monstrous tool even more savagely than before as his come spurted from its tip, and Carrie, holding on to him for dear life, thought she'd swoon or die from the violence of it as her vagina tensed and flexed and accepted the flood of creamy sperm. But her John had been too excited to last long: he ejaculated repeatedly until he was drained and spent. Blushing-more from arousal than any sense of shame-Carrie hid her hot face in the boy's sweaty chest as he pawed her writhing body, mauling her breasts and buttocks with his hands, and shot the last wet wads of his load into her pussy pot, filling it to overflowing, so that his cock slipped out of her with a loud and embarrassing squishy noise when he did pull away from the exhausted girl.
Now it was the black man's turn. Mrs. Johnson and her daughter couldn't afford to let any racial prejudices get in the way of their thriving business: one man's money was as good as the next, whatever the color of his skin. At first Carrie had had to repress her shudders of repulsion when she lay beneath a black customer; but she'd soon discovered that fucking a pretty white girl really turned them on and inspired them to unusual feats of potency and staying power. This black buck was no exception. He was young and not unattractive, and built like a bull.
Carrie couldn't help herself: getting screwed by the blond soldier had worked her up to fever pitch and she had to taste the black man's ebony phallus... tonguing it eagerly as the white men in the bedroom gaped at her performance lustfully, torn between shock that a white girl would lower herself and excitement because she was doing so in front of them, Carrie wetted the big prick thoroughly with her saliva. Next she rubbed her full white breasts against it Like a cat snuggling up along the length of a thick black tree to relieve its sexual tensions in the absence of a torn. Carrie purred with contentment as she felt the throbbing warmth pressing against her cleavage, next to her own pounding heart. She gasped when the man grabbed for her boobs with his huge dark hands, caressing her white breasts, beginning to knead and pinch the two strawberry-rose nipples with eager black fingertips. Her cuntal opening, already dripping wet with the melted load the blond boy had deposited in it, got wetter and wetter as her second trick worked on her tits and ass. His left hand slid down her naked body and plunged boldly between the thighs she parted in wanton welcome, and then his fingers were prying open her velvety-moist labia and stroking her clit and the inner folds of her sopping pussy... Carrie loved the foreplay and wished it could go on for hours; but she was just too fucking hot to trot!
"Ohhhhh-fuck me quick!" she pleaded, letting her head sag onto the smooth mahogany-colored shoulder of the naked man, her blonde hair streaming down over his back. "Do it! Oh God--fuck me!"
"Fuck me!" one of the waiting men echoed imperiously. "Screw the bitch silly, boy!"
"Got a big dick here for you to suck on first, honey," the black man grunted, thrusting it into her face. "Better get it good an' wet before it goes into your pretty little tight snatch! Otherwise, it might rip you right open!"
"Fuck her face with it!" somebody encouraged. But he was already doing just that. Carrie's mouth was wide open and straining to accept more of the thick black sausage that was being steadily fed between her lips. The man grasped a handful of her blonde hair and twisted her head back to get her throat at the proper angle for penetration. Carrie took the blunt head of his ebony rod into her open throat and applied fierce, confident suction to it. She was deep-throating him now, to the amazed excitement of her audience, doing it well even though the black boy's titanic genital endowment was a challenge even for a professional like her: at every moment she had to run the risk of choking to death on that hard cock as he drove it easily, monotonously, in and out of her plugged throat. It was difficult to breathe around it but she managed somehow...and each plunge of the black meat down her throat awakened a thrill of sexual hunger deep in her mushy cunt! Carrie slipped two fingers between her moist, sticky pussylips and began to play with herself shamelessly as she worked on the big black dick. She was groaning with mindless passion as her expert touch fired her clit and sent reassuring ripples of hot arousal through her vagina. She sucked ever more greedily on the dusky flagpole that was being jammed into her mouth and throat.
The white men were masturbating as they watched the girl debase herself with such lusty eagerness. After a few more wild minutes of intense deep-throating, the huge black stud let out a stifled cry and pulled his cock out of Carrie's mouth. "Jesus! I'm about to pop! Quick, bitch, get your mouth off it and your hot snatch on it! Let me stick it in you, baby! Let's fuck now!" He seized her and turned her over so that she was on the mattress on her knees and elbows, her pale ass thrust up at his groin as he knelt behind her and prepared to ram it into her dog-style.
His arm was already encircling her waist so that he-could replace her busily masturbating fingers with his own, and Carrie let him do it. With his other hand, the black stallion gripped her hip to steady her body on the bed-and then she had to catch her lower lip between her teeth and bite down hard to keep herself from screaming as the big cockhead skated painfully over her labia, then repositioned itself between them and began to batter against the moist groove, demanding admission. He was using his muscular weight to push his tool between those gaping, stretching, resisting pussy portals. They gave way suddenly and Carrie did scream this time as the cock rammed up into her from behind and below. Another grunting, sweating lunge-and he was in her all the way, filling her to her utmost capacity, bloating her, her cervix shrinking away in horror to allow all of that solid prick to slide up into it and fill it to its bursting point. He was gripping her white asscheeks to pull her body back against his as the last few inches of his meat vanished between her bruised cuntlips.
Then he began to fuck her, to use her body with the callous indifference that, paradoxically, only excited her more and more as the screwing went on and grew ever more vicious, more brutal; her cunt clasped his tool in a death-grip of erotic despair and exultation as he drilled himself into her. Carrie was shrieking nonstop now, but she was not begging to be spared. She was begging her black fucker to fuck her even harder if he could!
"Do it! Do it! In me! Harder! Oh, goddam you--harder!"
"Shit! Oh, holy mother-fuckin' goddam!" the black youth grunted. "This is the best I ever had, black or white! Christ-that pretty white skin and that hot tight white-an'-pink pussy! Better'n any nigger cunt I ever poked."
"Best I ever had, too, you stinkin' black stud nigger," Carrie said in a hoarse whisper as her body convulsed repeatedly, taking her breath away, and the cock slid back and forth, trapped within the tight tunnel of her cunt. "Don't care if you are black, you sure can fuck! Know how to treat a girl right. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my white ass for me!"
She had used the word "ass" figuratively, but her John took her at her word. He abruptly ripped his glistening dick out of her snatch, making Carrie scream in real agony this time, as the violent and unexpected withdrawal scraped her delicate feminine tissues raw, and, hoisting her buttocks high and parting them with both his strong hands, the buck stabbed his dick between them, raping the cleft of Carrie's ass. He was well lubricated by the combination of her seeping vaginal emissions and his own slick pre-come; but it still hurt as that immense tool bored its lewd way through the puckered rosebud of Carrie's sphincter muscle and penetrated her tight anal opening in one rough shove. The ass-raped girl screamed again and again as he plunged his hand into her vacated cunt and finger-fucked her there while that horse cock pierced her anus and forced the moist delicate walls of her colon to stretch around it like a thin rubber sheath. He ass-fucked her with that unbelievable thing and she thought she'd die as pain and pleasure alternately gripped her violated body. But he was too worked up to last long, and soon his seminal geyser erupted from his balls and raced through the core of his jerking penis to gush out into the depths of her anus. There was so much of it that the surplus flow squirted out of her butt in a series of shocking fart-like reports that were the most humiliating part of the obscene scene. Carrie, her loins' seething as her own orgasm shook her, buried her reddened face in the pillows and tried not to hear the loud comments of the white men as they watched the black guy come in her ass:
"Fucked by a nigger and up the ass besides!"
"She ain't got no shame at all."
"Just like her mama-only hotter for cock."
".Especially black cock."
"What a whore!"
"Hurry up, boy-pull that thing outta her ass, unless it's stuck in there!-we want our chance at that hot little ass and cunt!"
In the other bedroom, Mrs. Johnson was too busy herself to pay much attention to the sounds coming through the wall from her daughter's room. A white farmer was lying on top of her slightly overweight but still voluptuous mature body, plowing away inside her well-used cunt, while a black man as large and as potent as the one who'd just explored both of Carrie's orifices stood beside the bed and thrust his hard-on over the other John's shoulder so that Mrs. Johnson could seize it in her hand and guide it to her lips, which were smeared with bright pink lipstick. Grasping the black cock in her fist, she began to squeeze the dark-veined satiny skin that covered it, gripping the swollen oiliness as she pumped her hips up against her sweating and swearing fucker at the same time to help bring him off.
"Go on, take him," the farmer grunted, eyeing the massive black phallus that rubbed against his neck and touched Mrs. Johnson's heavily made-up face. "He's about ready to pop, anyway-I want to see you suck it!" Carrie's mother, still rotating her hips around the white man's driving penis, calmly brushed the hair back from her sweaty forehead, and, leaning forward with a shrug of professional indifference, did what both men wanted. Her pink mouth opened to accept the thick head of the penis, closing firmly, caressingly, about the shaft just in time to catch the sudden flow of spurting white warmth and saltiness. As the black customer burst inside her mouth, the farmer watched the explosion, gasping, "What a load! What a hot load! Take it all," he urged excitedly, as he felt his own cock getting ready to erupt inside Mrs. Johnson's snatch. 'Take all that hot pudding, baby, and suck it right on down." He groaned, went rigid for an instant, and then collapsed on top of the whore's lush, well-fleshed body, only his hips and buttocks working frantically as they helped to pump his own sperm into her.
After coming home from school the next afternoon, a very sleepy Carrie fed her baby brother, then deposited him in his crib, knowing that he'd play for a while and then fall asleep. She wished she could get some rest, too. But her mother would be home soon, probably with a man or two in tow... or, if Mrs. Johnson was in one of her rare romantic and optimistic moods, she'd just come home long enough to change clothes before heading downtown to search the bars for a "decent" man who'd "respect" her. Mrs. Johnson still entertained fantasies about getting married again. As though anybody in his right mind would want to marry the town whore!
Wearily, Carrie began putting the house in some semblance of order, cleaning up the evidence of last night's orgy. One day, she promised herself again, she'd be far away from all this filth and degradation. She'd go to New York City or Las Vegas and the good life would be waiting for her there. Of course it would cost a lot of money to get there, but Carrie was trying to save the little her mother gave her from their mutual earnings. It wasn't fair: they ought to split it fifty-fifty now that Carrie was hooking as frequently as her mother was. Money for the trip... and she'd need some clothes, too, some nice ones, to make the right impression and attract men. It wouldn't do to look as though she'd just flown into town from the Georgia hills, even though that was the unfortunate truth. Five hundred dollars or so could do it. Carrie knew where she could get it, if she dared. Her mother distrusted banks and kept a lot of her profits concealed in the house. Carrie knew of one such cache and often raided it, stealing five or ten dollars when she needed school supplies or clothes for school. But to steal the whole amount-! It would take a lot of nerve, and her mother would massacre her if she caught her in the act. But half of that money was rightfully Carrie's...
She switched on the television as she dusted the living room furniture carelessly. It was an ancient black-and-white set that could only get a few local stations; but sometimes there were programs that fed Carrie's fantasies of glamour and wealth. She daydreamed through the news stories until the announcer's handsome face and smooth voice caught her attention. She'd bang him for free, Carrie decided, absorbed, just because he was so cute. What station was it?-oh, Atlanta. Atlanta was a big city, and not at all far away, although it seemed like the dark side of the moon compared to this hick town.
"And," the sexy announcer read from hi teleprompter, "on the local scene, mid-town Atlanta is becoming the center for a variation or the world's oldest profession, and a variation-'Little ladies of the night,' or teenage prostitutes. More after this commercial message.'
Another dumb massage parlor story, Carrie thought. Why couldn't the pigs let the poor hooker alone? She knew-only too well-how hard prostitute had to work for her money, how much shit she had to put up with from her crummy Johns It was no big deal. And at least the hookers in a cit like Atlanta probably had a better grade customer to choose from-businessmen and the like. Not hick farmers!
"The newest member of the oldest profession and the youngest," the handsome newscaster was saying now, "and perhaps the saddest of all."
Carrie stared at the screen with renewed interest as a film unrolled, showing a busy city street at lunch time... the camera zeroed in on two young girls, one black, one white, both obviously underage, leaning against a wall in hot pants and skimpy, well-stuffed halter tops. They were smoking cigarettes and eyeing the many passersby, suddenly the black girl dropped her cigarette, ground it out beneath the heel of her high shoe, and smiled at a well-dressed man who stopped to well, to solicit her: Carrie knew what was going on. She'd been through it often enough herself.
"Teenage prostitution has reached an all-time high, and unofficial estimates are that the blight is worsening daily. Day after day, innocent young girls pour into Atlanta... runaways, leaving behind anxious parents..."
That was a laugh, Carrie thought contemptuously. Those girls were probably about as innocent as she was; and if she ever left home her mother wouldn't notice her absence until she discovered that she was getting fucked more often because Carrie wasn't there to help handle the customers.
"Selling themselves for whatever price the market will bear..."
Now there was a young girl on screen, her face half hidden in shadow, being interviewed.
"I get twenty-five or thirty dollars usually," she was saying nonchalantly. "Sometimes more, if the guy wants a (bleep!) or anything extra or weird like that. Never less."
Twenty-five bucks-or thirty! That was more than Carrie's mother gave her in a month from the till!
"I try to pick up four men a night, five if n I have extra expenses."
Carrie was thrilled by these revelations-and disgusted at her own stupidity. That girl on the TV was making a hundred dollars a night! At that rate, Carrie could amass enough to get to Vegas in style in no time-just a couple of days of hard work.
Now that cute announcer was smiling at the camera again, but trying to look suitably grave. "This is a sad commentary on the degenerating moral fiber of our times, isn't it? Pure young girls..."
Carrie tuned him out mentally. What did he know? Maybe he had a frigid bitch for a wife and was planning to trick with one of those pure young teenaged whores on his way home from the television station. Carrie could tell him a few things about being sad-about having a drunken whore for a mother, and no father, and having to go to school all day and screw all night and not even getting paid for her labors...
"What the hell are you doing there, child?" her mother's shrill voice demanded. "Shut that tee-vee the fuck off-Christ! You know it gives me them real bad migraine headaches! Get me a beer, will you? And Jesus-why don't you clean this dump up? Every time I come home I find this place lookin' like a shithouse-"
"You mean like a whorehouse," Carrie shot back defiantly. "And that's all it fucking is! Might as well look that way. The men don't give a damn. All they see is the holes they pay to stick their dicks in!" Usually the girl let her mother rant on, but tonight Carrie was angry and indifferent.
Her mother's slap stung her cheek. "You little bitch! Slut! Spreadin' your legs for all them men is one thing, but you don't need to talk like no foul-mouthed whore! Ungrateful brat. Just like your old man what got me knocked up and into this sinful way of life-wasn't my fault! I should of unloaded you on that adoption agency along with the other two bastards!"
Carrie tried not to cry as she rushed into her bedroom for refuge. It wasn't so much the nasty words that got to her-she'd heard worse often enough before-as the way the nastiness never seemed to let up. Things were never going to get better for her here at home, if she could call this chamber of sexual horrors a home.
"You make me sick!" her mother said, spitting the words out from her own bedroom. Carrie could hear her opening drawers clumsily, rummaging through her sleazy wardrobe. "Now I want to see this place straightened up when I come back tonight, you hear? I'm gonna bring a couple of really nice men back with me and I expect you to act like a lady even if you do got to screw 'em.
They're good for ten bucks apiece..."
Ten lousy bucks! Carrie wanted to scream, and I won't see half of it! While in Atlanta I could be getting thirty and keeping every cent of it for .myself!
Her mother showered, changed, and left without another word, slamming the front door behind her. Carrie sat on her bed and thought, hard, her head in her hands. Maybe she should just give up and kill herself: that would be preferable to living this way. But it would be giving in, when, if she could just hold out a little longer, she might get away and everything would be better-would turn out the way she'd planned it. She walked over to the mirror, looking to see if that slap had left a red mark. No. She went into the bathroom and spent a good deal of time fixing herself up, cleansing her peaches-and-cream face with cream, washing and drying her thick blonde hair, putting on fresh make-up. It wasn't going to do her much good here in this hole, but once she got to a big city-
The thought struck her suddenly: maybe she didn't have to wait-at all. She could just steal that money, all of it, God damn it, and run away Like those "innocent young girls" the guy on television had spoken about, before her slutty mother came back with her obnoxious Johns.
The more Carrie thought about it the simpler it seemed. She could get a train to Atlanta and be there in a couple of hours. She could go downtown and pick up men like those girls on TV, and get the money to travel to New York or Vegas. It was true that she was only fifteen-but she looked more mature, and had learned how to act older and more-sophisticated because men Liked that in a whore. And she could probably get a fake ID to stay out of trouble with the police. Maybe she could even get a decent job and not have to hook forever. She'd never know until she gave it a try.
Her brother had slept peacefully through the quarrel-Carrie hated to abandon him; but he wasn't her responsibility, and men always had it easier in life than women. Maybe if he was lucky their mother would give him away too.
Carrie took her mother's tote bag and packed the things she'd decided to take along in it. Then she collected her own savings and, after taking a deep breath, went into the kitchen and emptied the tin flour canister. It contained not flour but money, rolled up and secured with a rubber band. Carrie counted it with shaking hands. There was over six hundred dollars! She took it all without guilt. Her mother had more hidden somewhere, and wouldn't have any trouble earning more to squirrel away. Now, with this cash, if Atlanta didn't work out, Carrie would be able to try another city. She was on her way!
Should she tell Melissa? No-Melissa wouldn't understand. Her home life was easy! Carrie would write her a letter to explain everything later.
It was early in the morning of what promised to a sultry, muggy day; and, as usual, Buck and John-Boy were indulging in a fast waking-up fuck with their sister before getting out of her bed and preparing to go to work. The sheets were mussed and semen-stained from the hot, sweaty, groping sexual activity of the night before, but the two men were going at it again as though they'd been denied sex for a month. One thing about this morning's incestuous screwing was unusual though: Melissa's impassioned response as her two brothers shared her lush young body between them, using it, demonstrating little or no interest in her own pleasure. Usually Melissa just lay back, gritted her teeth, and put up with clumsy plowing her brothers palmed off on a woman as sex. Not this morning. Now she was playing the role of the eager, worldly whore for all it was worth, doing everything her brothers asked of her and then some, guiding them, suggesting new refinements of lust, exhausting both rough studs with her wanton inventiveness.
Had she been challenged, Melissa would've had to admit that she was enjoying the three-way for once. But her motives were mostly ulterior as she urged her brothers on to still grosser acts of indecency at her sexual expense. Melissa had good reason to want both Buck and John-Boy in a good mood today. She couldn't put off telling them much longer, and this morning would be as good a time as any to take the plunge.
They were both on top of her at the moment, mauling her glowing tawny nudity with their wet mouths and sweaty hands, embracing her, feeling her up, squeezing her tits and asscheeks and the moist mound of her cunt, stroking, kissing, sucking, licking, their hoarse male pants of bestial arousal blending with her own by-no-means exaggerated cries of excitement and narcissistic pleasure as she writhed between them-beneath them-continually trying to stimulate them anew. Buck scrambled down onto his knees between her spread thighs and rubbed his hot, unshaven cheek against the tanned satin side of her thigh, near her cuntmouth... his rough mustache tickled the pink lips of her pussy for a tantalizing instant before he took a deep breath and went down on his sister, his big hand running up and down along her leg and hip as his wet tongue slid over her clit and began to lick away at the dripping groove of her self-lubricating cunt.
John-Boy had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. He threw himself flat on his back on the soiled bedclothes and pulled Melissa on top of him, thrusting his dick up between her thighs to dry-hump her as his brother ate her pussy. The strong smooth knob of John-Boy's turgid cockhead rubbed inside the crack between Melissa's asscheeks as he wrapped both arms around her waist and began to play with her swelling tits, his mouth meanwhile kissing her shoulder, throat, cheek... Melissa's fine coppery-brown hair streamed back over her younger brother's bare shoulder and excited him further with its caressing texture and musky shampooed scent.
Melissa couldn't help giving a sexy little laugh as she reached up and to one side to stroke John-Boy's hair-and it wasn't just the tickling of Buck's mustache that made her want to giggle. She realized that their roles had subtly reversed in the course of the last few months: she was no longer the cringing victim, although her body was at her brutal brothers' disposal; they were hot for it-for her! Melissa was really now the one in control of the incestuous menagedtrois. It wasn't only her brothers' near-psychopathic fear of discovery that put them in her power. The two sons-of-bitches were actually falling in love with her! With their own sister-their own rape victim! It was almost comical, although Melissa had enough on her mind to keep her sober. Men, she had decided long ago, were assholes. Let them stick their hard cocks up your snatch and you could get just about anything you wanted out of the suckers-if you were smart. She hadn't been smart with Peter Selby; that was why she was in this mess. But she'd learned her lesson fast and well. She wasn't going to blow it this time-except maybe in the crude sense of the word!
With a low moan, Buck came up for air, running his tongue along his sister's taut thigh.
"Eat me, Buck baby," Melissa ordered him coldly, thrusting her wet cunt up into his face again and forcing Buck to press his lips against her parted labia. "Eat that hot box, lover! Stick your hot tongue right up into Melly's tasty cunt and make her come! I'll be better than any of those whores you've been fucking-cleaner-hotter! And then you can screw me to make me come again. Good and hard! With your big stiff man's dick! Fuck me, Buck! Fuck my hot cunt for me--fuck me good!"
She was saying things, making gestures of lewd, shameless erotic invitation, like any whore--more provocatively than most of the low-class town sluts that Buck had either seduced or paid for sex. And the elder Hardy brother couldn't resist his sister's uninhibited wiles. She was just getting him too fucking hot too fucking fast-he had to do something about it. Buck had never much liked eating pussy before; the other broads he'd tongued had been real pigs, and the possibility of vaginal odor or taste, let alone infection, had always remained in the back of his mind during the oral exercise. But now he was hungry for hot young cunt.
With a cry of lust, he shoved his head back between her thighs and prepared to get back to work. Breakfast was on! and Buck devoured it greedily. Licking his too-full, sensual lips to wet them, he grasped his sister's plush asscheeks with both big hands and raised her body off the bed, until her thighs were pressed against his shoulders and that luscious cunt was only an inch away from his salivating mouth. He slammed his mouth down onto her mushy pussy, nuzzled her labia with his lips, and stabbed out blindly but effectively with his wet warm tongue, dividing her cuntslit in two and licking it out from top to bottom with fast, rough strokes. Melissa loved it. She wasn't faking as she shivered and moaned and shoved Buck's face harder against her creaming cunt, thrilling to the way his tongue lapped up her pussy juices as they spilled out of that tremulous groove of pink flesh. John-Boy wasn't exactly wasting her time, either: he seized a handful of her hair and twisted her head around so he could soul-kiss her lustily, planting his tongue as deeply into Melissa's open mouth as Buck had his up her frothy snatch.
Buck found her clit and tongued it, then began to suck on it with puckered lips... Melissa writhed frenziedly between the two hard naked male bodies that pressed against her more delicate nudity with bruising impatience.
"Oh Buck! Eat me--eat me--eat out my cunt!" Melissa panted, between kisses with the moaning John-Boy, who was pinching her nipples between his calloused fingertips as Melissa thrust one hand down between their bodies to encircle and jerk on his throbbing cock. "Eat me! Oh yes!" she gasped, when she felt Buck's lips and tongue squirm around outside, inside, all over her cuntal surfaces, reducing her quim to so much vaginal jelly as hot surge of response after hot surge of response rippled through her loins. He was gobbling her up now, grunting with hoarse obscenity as he shoved his fingers into her labia to spread them and make more room for his tongue as he used it to fuck her like a limber cock! Melissa went wild. Her clit felt as though a lighted match were being held close to it-close enough to make her want to scream and thrash her hips in reaction, but not close enough to hurt-except pleasurably. That probing tongue-meat drilled deep into her pussy again and again, until she was driven half-mad with pure lust. She knew that there was no way a woman could ever get enough of that hot cuntlapping!
She writhed helplessly but happily in her two brothers' arms, loving every second of their lovemaking, savoring it-her full asscheeks tightening in involuntary reaction as she tried to hump her cunt even more violently against Buck's mouth and tongue. "Ahhhhh-!" Melissa moaned as she felt the familiar but always-welcome sensation of clenching and relaxing begin to build up deep within her womb. Her cervix contracted... slippery vaginal secretions gushed against Buck's slobbering mouth as he ate her. Melissa had John-Boy's big cock trapped in her fist, was pumping on it; he dove down to suck on her tits while she did him, his mouth gluing itself to one of her hard-pointed nipples, his eyes screwed tightly shut in concentration. She worked her hand up and down on that stiff pole he was fucking her fist with. The cockhead was bulging, swollen and dark with blood, and a glistening drop of semen already oozed from the slit to lubricate Melissa's fingers and make the hand job even better-more efficient-more exciting!
Good Lord! Melissa stiffened as a sudden, unexpected shock wave of response hit her smack in the cunt. She was getting there but fast now. Buck had more than half of his big hand buried between her tensing labia and he was massaging the delicate, hypersensitive inner folds of her pussy roughly as he wiped his mouth away from her tingling clitoris to catch his breath.
"You like that, Melly, honey?" he demanded. "You want old Buck to help you come-make your hot snatch feel real good for you? You want to be fucked by a big hard man's dick, baby sister? You want that dick in you real bad?" he taunted, his fingers turning her loins to hot churning lava. "Want Buck's big fat dick up your tight hot cunt? You want that?"
"Fuck her!" John-Boy moaned, as he sucked on his sister's boobs and she fisted him frantically.
"Oh shit yes, Buck-do it!" Melissa pleaded. "Shove it right up my snatch, I want to come, oh I just got to, I can't stand it-so fucking hot for your cock, Buck! Ram it in me now! Quick! Screw me--you big-dicked handsome fucking son of a bitch! Fuck me good! Make me cream!"
No sooner said than done. But John-Boy was so aroused by now that he took the initiative, cheating Buck out of his pleasure. John-Boy quickly lifted his head from Melissa's breasts and thrust himself against her parted thighs. He took his cock in his fist, pushing her hand away, and rolled on top of her lush body, trying to shove himself up her snatch. For an instant, that blunt, semen-wetted cock skated right over her mons veneris, then, as John-Boy jabbed again, it ground into the moist hot space between her fingered, wide-spread pussylips. Buck, just as turned on by watching John-Boy screw Melissa as he would have been by putting it to her himself, and evidently not giving a damn who put what up whom where as long as the three of them all got their rocks off, kept his fingers jammed in Melissa's cunt to keep it open and make it easier for his kid brother to penetrate that willing orifice.
"Fuck Melly good, John-Boy-let her have your cock! Put it right up into her nice juicy cunt!" Buck encouraged. "I want to see some real hot fucking on this here bed, God damn it! Screw the bitch good-make her come all over the place, she's really hot for cock now! She'll do anything! She loves her brothers' nice thick hard cocks! Don't you, Melly? Don't you like our pricks in you? Don't you like 'em?"
"Give 'em to me, you fuckers, and I'll show you just how much I like 'em," the wanton slut gritted out, impatient at the delay. "Oh John-Boy-shove it in me! Oh-yes! Yes! All of it! All the way up into Melly's hot box-ahhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yesssssssssss fuck me baby!"
Melissa humped her pelvis up against John-Boy's and let out a piercing scream of ecstasy when she felt how the motions were helping the boy's immense penile bludgeon to tear its way through her stretching cuntlips, shoving the tender pink folds even farther apart... that potent cock slammed through her cervix and filled it completely; she almost came at once. But Melissa was determined to enjoy the ride for a little while, at least: she leaned back, away from John-Boy, and threw her long legs up around his waist, opening up her cunt and letting him plow into her with his cock as roughly as he wanted to. He stroked her hips as they writhed, squeezed her taut breasts, and began to fuck her hard, allowing the full length of his hard-on to slide in and out of the well-oiled sheath of Melissa's cunt in slow, firm, steady piston-like strokes.
"She just gets better every time," John-Boy exulted. "Hot and tight! That's some good pussy you're fucking me with, honey!"
"Oh-shove it in me, baby!" Melissa moaned. "I dig that big cock!"
"Jesus shit!" Buck swore wildly as, watching, he reached out to play with Melissa's clenched asscheeks while John-Boy rode her. Buck thought he'd never seen anything as exciting as the way his brother's huge organ was buried deep in their sister's sweet jelly jar, pounding away inside it like a mortar in a honey-filled pestle. The root of John-Boy's cock, wet and slick with the mixture of his dribbled semen and Melissa's flowing juices, was visible, as were his aching, pulsating balls; most of his generous sexual endowment was securely planted in Melissa's cunt. She was working her well-educated ass in high gear now, responding to his every thrust, literally fucking him back as he plowed her pussy, doing everything she could think of to increase the friction of his cock in her cunt. Her labia gripped his cockshaft and caressed it, reminding Buck of a warm wet pink mouth going down on a dick... too aroused to remain a passive spectator, Buck began to kiss and suck Melissa's nipples, mouthing them greedily.
This extra stimulation was just too much for the girl. She came! Her strong cuntal muscles contracted like the jaws of a vise around John-Boy's stabbing tool, and Melissa's voluptuous body quivered like a taut-drawn length of piano wire from head to foot as her cunt spasmed in intense orgasm. Buck had fed a nice satisfying mouthful of tit into his hungry lips and refused to relinquish it; sucking away, he only made it even better for Melissa as she felt herself creaming, coming and coming in one convulsive shudder after another. It felt wonderful, and the crowning touch was supplied by John-Boy's abruptly blasting deep down inside her. He flooded her cunt with hot wet come, thick male seed that erupted from his aching balls, struck the innermost caverns of his sister's cunt and filled her to overflowing as her orgasm rippled to its end and began slowly, deliciously, to die away... but not for long!
"Oh Buck! Oh John-Boy! Oh my fucking God!" Melissa gasped, unable to believe her good fortune. "I'm-I'm gonna come again! Oh yes! I'm gonna do it some more, I can feel it in my cunt, oh God yes-so fucking good, so damn wild! Don't stop! Keep fucking me-ram it in and out of my pussy! Suck on those big tits of mine, baby-help me come! Oh yes-it's even better than the first one, oh fuck yes, it's still hard in me, I'm gonna come and come and come-fuck me, make me blast! Shit! So fucking good! Ahhhhhh-ohhhhhh-unnnhhh!"
She had never experienced such erotic bliss before. John-Boy tensed his muscular buttocks to pump out the last spurts of his sperm into her seething cunt as it flexed uncontrollably, milking his dick dry. Suddenly he slumped, went limp against Melissa's body, and, with a deep groan, pulled his drained prick out of her. Her cunt cried out for more-and got it, as seconds later, it thrilled to the new sensation of penetration and fullness and friction as Buck replaced John-Boy. He entered her eagerly, roughly, sinking his pile-driver of a prick deep into her pussy pit with a single bruising thrust that almost gave Melissa a third climax. Her cunt gripped the thicker cock that was fucking her now and as Buck screwed her savagely she responded to the back-and-forth impact with unrestrained erotic glee.
Buck rolled over onto his back on the bed, pulling Melissa on top of his hairy body as he drilled up into her...John-Boy recovered rather quickly from his orgasm. He masturbated, watching his brother and sister hump beside him with hot eyes, until his prick was rock-hard again in his pumping fist and he was dying to insert it wherever he could! He pressed up against Melissa from behind and thrust himself between her buttocks, seizing and spreading those firm but pliant mounds of flesh as he probed for her anal opening with the head of his cock. Melissa tightened her sphincter muscle to keep him out--he'd forced her to take it this way once before and it had hurt like hell; never again!-but her movements only drove Buck's dick deeper up her snatch as she squirmed away from John-Boy's anal invasion. She was pinned-trapped between the two horny men-unable to get away or to prevent John-Boy from obtaining the perverse satisfaction he craved.
"Oh, shit!" Melissa complained, breathing hard. "Well-put it in me easy, God damn you!" She stopped struggling and resigned herself to her fate-just in time to make it easy on herself as John-Boy drove his dick between her buns; she forced her sphincter to relax and grunted, torn between discomfort and erotic response, as she felt the taut ring of muscle stretching like a thick rubber band around the cockhead that was being jammed against-and through-it so brutally.
Despite the size of John-Boy's dong, he had it deep inside her asshole in no time and was soon fucking away nonchalantly as Melissa writhed and squealed in pain.
Christ! she thought half-angrily. She was just stuffed full of hard cock meat-Buck in her snatch and John-Boy up her ass! Both plowing away as though her body was a rocky acre of farmland! The insensitive, horny, sister-screwing bastards-Melissa could hardly breathe, she was jammed so tightly between the two hot, panting, humping male bodies. Their thick cocks were absolutely ripping her body open-one from either end-but she was digging it! She was loving it, for all the pain the double fuck was costing her. Two studs in her at once-both taking her, using her body, filling it with cock! It was terrific! No woman could say she had truly lived until she had experienced such ecstasy.
"Oh! Fill me, you two fuckers! Fill me full of that good hard cock! I want it in both ends-in my ass! in my cunt! Shit, I wish we had a third stud here to shove it down my throat! Screw my hot shithole, John-Boy, make me come-what's the matter with you, boy, that you're ass-fucking me so slow? Assfuck me hard and fast! Show me how much of a man you are, baby brother! And you, Buck-God damn it, wake up and fuck my cunt for me! Is this the way you screw your whores? I hope not! A girl could fall asleep waiting for you to make her come. That's it, Buck-that's better! Oh, I can feel it now! Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me with those big hard cocks! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me!"
"I'll take her ass over her snatch any time!" John-Boy panted. "Tight? She'll tear your dick off if you let her!"
"Melly's tightening up her sweet hot box, too-it must be your cock up her ass that's turning her on to wild!" Buck grunted in reply. "Guess our sister's just one a them ladies that can never get enough cock in her! In her ass and up her cunt-what a hot, wild, dirty double fuck!"
"Less talk and more cock-you horny fuckers!" Melissa demanded. "More hard dick in my two holes-that's what I want! Oh yes! Suck on my titties some more, make me just come and come! I'm getting there again already! It's so fucking good to have two guys in me at once! I want you both to shoot in me at once! Let's all come together, boys!"
Bodies moved together in the hot, gritty intimacy of total sexual shamelessness and erotic frenzy as the two hard cocks were slammed in and out of those willing orifices, the knowledge that incest was being committed-several times over!-only increasing the unbridled lust of the trio on the bed as they labored to satiate one another with sex. Melissa begged her brothers to fuck her more furiously than they had used any whore, to screw her shitless... her sweaty body twisted in serpentine grace as she writhed in a hysterical effort to bring her brothers' boiling sexual stew to overflowing inside her cock-plugged body. And she succeeded. John-Boy let out a wild cry of excitement as he drove his dick deep into her ass, grinding his groin against Melissa's flattened asscheeks, and blew his hot load inside her, pouring a torrent of creamy semen into her bruised anus to soothe and lubricate it. Melissa had a third orgasm-one of the good, thorough, cunt-clutching ones that suffused her entire body with an indescribable floating feeling of total well-being-just as Buck blasted his nuts inside her coming cunt. His prick exploded and flooded her vagina with thick spermatic fluids, drenching her, wetting down the tunnel-like walls of her cunt as it quaked repeatedly in the shock of orgasmic release. Both men pumped their semen into her in a series of fast, violent bursts, Like liquid machine-gun fire. Buck pulled out of Melissa's dripping cunt and shot the last of his come over her belly and breasts in a jet of white droplets, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Melissa gritted her teeth as John-Boy ripped his still-stiff prick out of her asshole without finesse or caution. But the terrific orgasm that being taken by the back door had just given her was more than worth the discomfort she endured.
Melissa lay between the two panting, exhausted studs for a moment, stroking her breasts gently, rubbing the splattered semen over them, sighing as she enjoyed the tingling glow that was spreading throughout her body...but she knew that now would be a good time to go into her well-rehearsed act: now, before her brothers staggered to their feet and stumbled into the bathroom to wash up after the fuck-now, while they were still in that balmy afterglow of hot sex and unable to think too clearly.
"Oh-oh-oh!" Melissa cried suddenly, pressing her hand to her mouth as though trying to choke back sobs; then she turned over quickly and, thrusting her luscious and well-used ass up in the air, buried her face in the pillows and began to fake sobbing in earnest.
Both her brothers sat up uncertainly, one on either side of her nude body, and stared at her as though she'd gone crazy.
"Why, Melly, honey," Buck exclaimed, not without tenderness, as he clumsily stroked her disheveled hair to soothe her, "what ails you, ail of a sudden? Did John-Boy hurt you when he rammed his big dick up your sweet ass?"
"No, Buck," Melissa intoned tragically, raising her tear-streaked face a little, but avoiding both men's eyes. "I loved having John-Boy fuck me that way-loved feeling your dick in me too, Buck. Don't know how I'm gonna live without it, now that we can't fuck no more!"
"Can't fuck no more!" Buck exploded. "What the fuck do you mean, Melly?"
"Can't hide my shame no more, Buck-the whole town's gonna know, pretty soon, just what we've been doing in this here bed," Melissa lamented. "Guess I'll just have to kill myself to save you two boys from disgrace!"
"Kill yourself!" Buck repeated, with mounting incredulity; John-Boy merely gaped at Melissa, open-mouthed. "The fuck's the matter with you, Melly? You done gone crazy-pecker-crazy, girl? What's got into you?"
"Your cocks and your seed-that's what's got into me!" the girl retorted. "I'm knocked up! Gonna have a brat and one of my own two brothers planted it in me! Don't even know which of you two done it-not that it makes much of a difference, either way! I'm knocked up by my own brothers--my own flesh and blood! Whole town's gonna know what happened, and we'll get run out on a rail!"
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" Buck roared. "Knocked up! You can't mean it, Melly! Who told you such a crazy thing? You been to a doctor-told him what we been doing?"
"Don't need no doctor to tell me I'm with child," Melissa sniffled, dabbing her moist eyes. "Missed my last two periods and put on weight-swelling up! Getting thick around the waist. Ain't you noticed?"
Buck gaped at her hips, stroked them gingerly. Christ! she wasn't lying! Now that he had been told, he took notice for the first time-there was a perceptible thickening.
"Oh, God!" Melissa cried. "Pregnant! Swelling up faster'n any fucking balloon! And it's all you boys' fault-ain't you two fuckers ever heard of rubbers?"
"Should of put you on the Pill, I guess, what with all the hot screwing we been doing," Buck admitted, calming down a bit. "It just never entered my mind."
"Well, this here baby sure entered my cunt! I'm knocked up but good. The Pill can't do me much good now-unless you give me a whole bottle of sleeping pills and let me take 'em. And I wish I could. I'd rather die than birth it! Bad enough I ain't got no husband, without the whole lousy town knowing it was my own brothers who screwed me and knocked me up. We'll have to name it Hardy and good reason for it, too! Oh, Buck, what are we gonna do?"
"Maybe it'll be born deformed, without no arms or legs-Like that calf over at the Garrity place last year," John-Boy said hopefully, "seeing as how it's come from inter-breedin' and all."
This possibility had occurred to Melissa, and this time she wasn't faking as she burst into fresh tears of genuine fear and shame.
"Or maybe Melly can slip it," was John-Boy's next optimistic remark.
"Shush your stupid mouth," his brother snapped. "Ain't a bad idea, though. If we can find somebody willing to abort it-"
"Don't want nobody poking no knife or coat-hanger up my cunt!" Melissa protested wildly.
"Don't know nobody who could do it around here, anyway, so just you calm the fuck down," Buck said. He sat on the edge of the bed and scratched his head, frowning in thought Melissa waited, holding her breath. "Only one thing to do, so far as I can see," Buck admitted at last.
"What's that?" John-Boy demanded with genuine curiosity.
"Gonna have to marry Melissa up with some man."
Melissa breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God! She'd get away from the two of them at last. But she pretended to be skeptical.
"Who'd want to marry me now?" she asked bitterly. "Busted and knocked up?"
"Lots of guys. You're pretty, ain't you? And besides, it don't make no neverminds if the son of a bitch wants to marry up with you or not. We'll make him do it. A shotgun wedding if we have to! We'll just pretend he busted you-raped you, would sound even better-and knocked you up. He won't have no choice in the matter at all. So don't you worry about a thing, Melly, honey, We'll fix it for you. All you got to do is decide who you want to marry up with."
Melissa wiped her eyes, and sniffed. "Can't marry Peter Selby because his parents sent him off to college to get him away from me," she complained. "So nobody'll believe that it was he who did it to me. He's been out of town too long! So don't much care who it is."
"Well-how about that Billy Fredericks? He's a widower," Buck suggested.
Melissa was horrified. "Him? He's old. And he drinks! Drunk every weekend! Probably can't even get it up no more. No thanks!"
"Well-there's that Kyle What's-his-name you go to school with. Didn't you date him once or twice? He's young and good-looking. Ought to be able to get it up, and he's got a good-payin' job downtown."
"He couldn't get it up with me," Melissa retorted. "That's why I only went out with him twice. Everybody knows he's a faggot-in love with his mama! You got to be kidding, Buck!"
"Well, shit! You're mighty hard to please, for somebody that was ready to gobble down the Bleeping pills a minute ago! How about Peter Cinocek?"
"He's just a dumb Polack-and he's uglier'n sin besides."
"Frank Garrity? He'll inherit that big farm some day."
Melissa shuddered. "He's just a dumb farmer and twice as ugly as Peter Cinocek."
"But he's got a big dick, Melly," John-Boy coaxed. "I saw it once when he was taking a piss against his daddy's barn door. Bigger'n mine."
"Don't care if he's hung like a chandelier-he's still ugly! Can't throw a feed bag over his head once we're man and wife, can I?" Melissa shot back angrily.
Buck was thinking hard. "Got to marry you up with some sucker or other, and fast! Well, hell--there's always that Sebastian Briggs-he ain't married!"
Melissa was horrified, but for a quite different reason. "The Reverend Briggs? You want to palm my brat off on a preacher? Tell people it was a fucking Goddam reverend who knocked me up?"
"I guess he's got a pecker in his pants like any other man! Besides, Briggs ain't no real reverend, I hear. He ain't never been ordained or nothing! Goes around calling himself a Baptist-shit, anybody knows that you gotta be a Methodist to be a real, honest-to-God reverend! And the bastard's young and good-looking, ain't he? Those women don't go to his prayer meetings and revival services to hear the word of God. They go to get a good look at the thing he's got in his pants! Yeah, I heard some of the guys down at the mill say he's hung like a horse! And screw? He's the most fornicatingest fucking reverend I ever heard tell of. Always fucking his flock. It ain't hardly Christian. Goes to the Widder Johnson and fucks her once a week if he can't get it for free. Busts virgins like they were going out of style-everybody knows it. Yeah, I'd say the good reverend is about your best bet, Melly! How about it? You crave to be a preacher's wife and mend his erring ways? At least you'd be respectable then. Nobody'd dare to talk about you-to your face or in my hearing, that is. How about it, honey? You willing to become the Reverend Mrs. Briggs?"
Melissa gave it a moment's thought, and began to wonder why she hadn't thought of it before. She was familiar with Sebastian Briggs-and with his reputation as a ladies' man and an insatiable fucker. She'd even patronized his church a few times in her maiden days, before she lost her cherry and discovered in the process that fact was more satisfying than fantasy. Fantasize about the sexy young Reverend Briggs she certainly had, in those long-gone days of her innocence. She'd often imagined the young minister of the Mount Zion First Baptist Church of God naked and mounting her nubile body with the same zeal and fervor and wild-eyed energy he brought to his hell-fire and damnation sermons on Sundays. Melissa often found it difficult to get up from the pew and leave the church after such a session, she was so weak-kneed and giddy with frustrated adolescent desire for the older man. But he'd never taken any particular notice of her, despite his much discussed and criticized interest in the female members of his congregation-especially the young and pretty ones. The dime that was all Melissa had been able to donate every week didn't buy much except a sensual but coldly appraising smile. She hadn't had her breasts then, and that was probably what had turned the good reverend off-she'd been too young and gawky to attract a man who was accustomed to ripe womanly charms. But if he saw her now-! He might even be happy to accept the rap in exchange for conjugal rights to Melissa's more experienced flesh now. Yes, the Reverend Briggs might not be a bad choice at all!
"It just don't seem right, blaming a reverend for knocking me up when he didn't do it," she said aloud, though, so as not to appear too anxious.
"Oh, come off it, Melly!" Buck scoffed. "He's a real cunt hound and he probably would've gotten around to you sooner or later anyway, if you'd of let the bastard get in your pants!-If it makes you feel any better, you can always screw him first and then we'll lower the boom on the horny son of a bitch. Might even be better that way; then we'd have witnesses and could say that he took your virgin flower and that you ain't ever had no other man in you."
John-Boy snickered. "Who'd ever believe that?"
Melissa glared at him. He wasn't as dumb as she'd thought, then. "Shut up!" she said coldly. "I'm trying to talk to Buck. All right! If you can swing it, I'll marry up with him. Don't matter much to me, and guess I could do worse."
"You'll have to play-act some, Melly," Buck cautioned her. "Bawl and scream and pretend you never even heard the word 'dick' until Briggs puts his in you-by force-and busted you but good. Say he raped you but you love him anyway and all that kind of shit. We'll make it stick! He'll either marry you or pay child support for the rest of his fucking life-and that'd be the end of his preaching in this town. Don't you worry none, honey--he'll come around, especially after John-Boy and I've thrown a good stiff scare into him."
"Ain't we gonna be able to fuck Melly, once she gets married up with Briggs and moves into his house?" John-Boy asked.
"Afraid we won't be able to, John-Boy wouldn't be proper. So better get our licks in while we can." And, without more ado, Buck picked up their lovemaking where it had left off a few minutes before. He bent over Melissa to kiss her, his hands exploring her body; John-Boy immediately perked up and slipped beside Melissa, turning her over gently so that her superb ass was staring both men in the face, the lush pale cheeks glowing in the warm morning light. Melissa didn't protest: if her brothers were going to find a husband for her, the least they deserved in return was a good fuck. After all, she wouldn't be living with them much longer-if all went well and according to plan.
"I want to look at her cunt while you fuck her!" John-Boy announced eagerly. He pulled Melissa up so that she was supporting herself on the mattress on her hands and knees, her asscheeks splitting wide open to bare the deep furred valley between the rounded hillocks. Her labia gaped in surprise as Buck pulled her legs even farther apart and got into fucking position behind her, kneeling behind his sister and aiming his hard-on between her thighs. His brawny bare arms wrapped around her waist, and the undersides of her heavy boobs pressed against them, as Buck thrust himself up into her snatch. She was still sopping wet down there from their previous copulating and Buck's cock slid easily into her moist cuntslit from behind and below; he began to fuck her violently, in doggy fashion, obtaining a deep penetration that aroused them both to fever pitch within seconds. John-Boy, wide-eyed, observed them for a few strokes, then grabbed a handful of Melissa's coppery hair and tugged at it insistently, pulling her head down into his crotch.
"Suck on me while he screws you, Melly," he demanded... Melissa didn't hesitate. She smiled up at her brother seductively as she wet her lips with an impudent pink tongue, then opened her luscious red flower of a mouth wide, with a moan of lust. She twisted her head down until the bright-red knob at the tip of John-Boy's swollen cockhead was pulsing only inches from her lips; her hot breath caressed it-she took him into her mouth. Fastening warm, wet lips firmly around the part of the shaft that connected it to the head, she caressed him with her lips and tongue, running the latter skillfully, provocatively over the bulky dickhead that throbbed in response. Her breath warmed him as she hollowed her cheeks and began to suck. John-Boy shivered as the blow job began to get to him.
"Suck his dick, baby!" It was Buck who spat the words out as he watched over Melissa's shoulder, screwing her nonstop from behind with the long, fast, evenly-timed piston-like strokes that were his specialty. 'Take the rest of his meat down your throat, Melly-deep-throat the horny hung fucker! Suck your baby brother but good! Take him all the way! Show him a really good time-God damn, suck that thing! Suck it! Yeah!"
Melissa was doing it like a pro. She let about two inches of her brother's solid shaft slide right into her gaping mouth, until his cockhead struck the back of her mouth and she had to force her distended lips wider open to cram more cock between them. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head backwards to clear her throat and eagerly let John-Boy's prick slip down into it. She was deep-throating him now with as much expertise as any porno-flick actress could boast of, and John-Boy loved it. Buck, watching as he screwed Melissa, was more turned on by what he saw than by what he was feeling himself, good though that was. "Fuck! Can't hold it in," Buck gasped suddenly, ramming his huge cock in and out of her juicy cunt, his hips colliding violently against Melissa's butt as he humped her more roughly than before to bring himself off in her. "Shit! Oh, shit! Here I come-!" And he blasted in her cock-crammed womb.
Melissa wanted to come again, too: she pulled her creamy thighs together tightly to trap Buck's deep-plunging prick in her pussy and held on to it as hard as she could in a frantic effort to get off herself as he lost another potent load inside her. Damn! For a moment Melissa didn't think she was going to make it... but then, excitingly, just as Buck stopped spurting inside her, her cunt tensed up without warning, her clit burned and tingled with life, and she felt herself coming, her vaginal cavern shuddering in the throes of yet another glorious deep orgasm. She had to let John-Boy's tool slip out of her throat so she could gasp for breath, but her lips held the head of his dick in place inside her mouth as she felt the turgid meat jerk and twitch in warning. Then John-Boy came in her mouth like a lusty young bull pumping his seed into a tight-twatted cow. It even tasted like bitter buttermilk on her tongue.
"Oh Melly-oh honey! Fuck! Take it-take it all, baby! Suck it right down!" John-Boy groaned. His climax shook his powerful body; he thrust both hands into Melissa's hair and shoved his bursting dick back down her throat, half-choking her as the torrent of sperm continued and she struggled to gulp it all down. At last his depleted tool began to go soft and limp as it trembled within her mouth, and Melissa could pull away from it to clear her come-flooded throat, breathe, and use her tongue to lick up the last spurts of hot wet jism. She cleaned her brother's cock off lovingly, getting every pungent, tasty drop before she finally let him slip out from between her tired lips. She sank her head into the cool pillows, wriggling her butt to milk Buck dry of the last of his load, as he began to pull his slimy prick out of her cunt. Then it was over and the three of them lay sprawled on the semen-stained bedclothes, feeling exhausted but satiated with sex for the time being.
"Gonna have to hustle our asses if we want to get to work on time," Buck finally pointed out, smacking John-Boy on the butt to rouse him from his post-coital stupor and, reluctantly, easing his big sweaty body off the bed. Buck reached down between Melissa's parted thighs to finger her mushy, come-dripping cuntlips. "Don't you worry none, Melly honey. Too bad you got knocked up but can't help it now. Just have to accept the consequences of all this screwing around, I guess. John-Boy'n I'll pay the Reverend Mr. Briggs a little visit after work, and between the two of us we'll persuade your intended to make an honest woman of you. You just remember to play your part, honey, lay it on good."
"I'll do that, Buck," Melissa promised. His blunt fingers were moving around between her pouting cuntlips now, teasing her, setting her clit and the delicate inner folds of her vulva on fire, and she knew that if he kept the manipulation up much longer she'd get so horny she'd invite him to fuck her again, and then the boys would never get to work, let alone arrange for her marriage afterwards.
"Cut that finger-fucking out now, Buck-you hear?" Melissa gasped, wriggling away from her brother's probing hand and reaching down to give him a little slap on the wrist. "Ain't proper-me almost a preacher's wife and all."
"You ain't no preacher's wife yet, honey," Buck sniggered, his fingers busier than ever inside her pussy...he was climbing back onto the bed, getting on top of her, his weight pressing her down... John-Boy hadn't moved. Oh shit! Melissa thought. They were both probably going to screw her again. Some men just couldn't seem to get enough. She supposed she ought to be flattered that she was able to turn them on so consistently. But she hoped that Sebastian Briggs, the sensuous man of God, would turn out to be at least as good in bed as her two brothers who had gotten her into this mess. But beggars couldn't be choosers...
"If you're gonna fuck it, fuck it," Melissa gasped, breaking her train of thought. "Quit teasing me and playing around! Fuck me!"
"Anything you say-Mrs. Briggs ma'am," Buck retorted as he prepared to mount his sister from behind again.
CHAPTER SIX
"Sure am gonna miss gettin' in Melly's pants after she and the Reverend Briggs're all married up and moved in together," John-Boy complained for the tenth or eleventh time that day as he and Buck drove along the bumpy, dusty road in their rusty and battered old pickup truck.
"Can't be helped," Buck grunted as he gripped the steering wheel. "Girl gets knocked up, she has to have a husband to name it after and save her reputation, don't she? We sure as hell can't marry her. Bad enough we fucked our own sister and knocked her up. Ain't natural, really, even though Melly's the best piece of ass in the county-far as I know. Anyway," he added, grinning, after a moment's thought, "who says we can't fuck her even after she's married? I just said that off the top of my head because I sure was scared when she said she was knocked up. I nearly shit on the spot! We can fuck her all we want after she's married, and what's Briggs got to say about it? We can give her as many babies as we want once she's married-God knows that Briggs can afford to bring 'em up, and keep her in style. He don't work for a living like we do-he just preaches and baptizes and fornicates. Bastard's had it pretty damn easy up to now, but now he's in for a rude awakening. That man of God is going to see the light, and I don't mean maybe. That's his church up ahead, ain't it?"
"Sure is, Buck, but look there-ain't nobody in the church; they're all down by the stream a-gettin' baptized by the Reverend."
"Hot damn! They sure are. Couldn't be better for what we got in mind. We got us a captive fucking audience and everything. You just let me do the talkin', John-Boy. Can say hello to your future brother-in-law if you want, though. It'll be a cold day in hell before he gets his ass out of this jam!"
Buck braked the pickup to a screeching halt, pulling it off the road that led to the tiny clapboard church. The road descended a slope to where the creek made a tight bend and widened out into a placid pool, where the Reverend Briggs did his baptizing. Sure enough, a sizeable gathering, composed of a few men, about twenty or thirty women, and a number of rowdy children, were assembled on the grassy bank, kneeling, shouting hymns and encouragements, and clapping their hands in religious ecstasy as they watched their handsome young minister at work. Waist-deep in the middle of the stream, the Reverend Sebastian Briggs, clad only in a thin white cotton nightshirt that was plastered to his muscular body, concealing little of his powerful physique, was loudly exhorting those on the bank while he supported a lovely young woman in his arms.
She too was sheathed in a tight-fitting, dripping white garment that molded itself to her ripe young body and made it only too obvious that she wore no undergarments beneath: her dark nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. And Briggs was caressing one full breast through the soaked material with a tender solicitude that wasn't part of any baptismal ritual that Buck had ever heard of. Buck fought to suppress the grin of satisfaction that curled his lips at the sight. It was as good as if he'd set the scene himself! Shouldering the shotgun he had brought with him and thrusting the coiled bullwhip into his brother's clumsy hands, Buck got out of the pickup and strode down to the bank of the stream, with John-Boy following him eagerly.
At this unexpected visit, Briggs abruptly ceased his shouted harangue, let go of the girl with noticeable reluctance, and stood her on her feet beside him in the rushing water. He quickly recovered from his surprise at seeing Buck Hardy, however, and smiled sanctimoniously at the two men as they approached. The spurious piety and humility of his expression did not sit well on the reverend's face: florid and sensual, with its short broad nose, wide moist red lips, and hooded blue eyes, it did not easily assume a convincing aura of sanctity. Everything about Briggs seemed too big, too coarse, too exaggeratedly virile: his unruly shock of glossy black hair, his broad shoulders that strained the seams of his thin, wet, cotton garment, his strong-looking hands. He was standing too deep in the water for Buck to see whether his reputation for being hung was founded in fact or not: Buck hoped it was, for Melissa's sake.
"Why-if it ain't Buck Hardy and his brother John-Boy!" Briggs said with feigned cheerfulness, addressing himself more to his congregation than to the two brothers. "You're right welcome here, boys, and I'm right glad to see you. You come here to be baptized in the bosom of sweet Jesus and be washed clean of your sins? Strip on down, then, and jump right in-the water's fine. It's the water of life! We all rejoice and are made glad that you two sinners done seen the light before it was too late-the blessed light-and that you've come to me to be saved. Yes, saved! Saved from your black sins! Hallelujah!"
"Hallelujah!" echoed the crowd on the bank; but Buck had heard enough, and now his voice cut through the pious cries as he leveled the shotgun at Briggs:
"Hallelujah my ass! You'd better start saving yourself, you horny, fornicating, virgin-busting bastard!" He punctuated the sentence by squeezing the trigger of the shotgun; it went off with a terrific report, but Buck had aimed high and the shot flew over Briggs' head as his flock screamed and scattered for cover on the bank. "Don't nobody fucking move!" Buck warned, taking a better aim and holding it, his finger on the trigger. "Can still fire off the other barrel, and I think I just might do that! Aiming to blast your good reverend, that fucker there up to his ass in the creek, to hell in about one more minute! Only problem is I can't decide whether to blow his head off or shoot off that big pecker he's so proud of, from what I hear in town. Don't you dare move an inch, Briggs, you vile seducer-you snake in the grass, you! I'll blast you if you do."
The girl who had been in Briggs' arms now took her chance to splash towards the shore, her long wet robe impeding her progress; Buck licked his lips as he saw how the soaked cloth clung to the mound of her cunt-he could even see her dark bush through it! But he had to keep his mind on the business at hand.
Briggs, gaping at the shotgun, looked terrified, but decided to try to bluff it out. "Don't understand at all, Buck Hardy, how you can come here and interrupt the good Lord's holy work of baptism! Must be Satan speaking through your profane lips, you poor misguided sinner. I command him to depart from you, because this is the Lord's work and He appointed me to do it-"
"Oh, shut your cunt lappin' mouth!" Buck retorted. "Guess it was the Goddam Lord's work that you went and done to our poor innocent baby sister. Damn your fornicating soul to hell! Shooting's too good for the likes of you, you child molestin' virgin-buster. Took her virgin flower, folks, that what this here brute did. Must've been Satan that was speaking through his pecker at the time, eh? I'll drive Satan outta you with this here load of buckshot and that'll be the end of one poor sinner's sinning days. Jump in the water and lay that whip on him a little, John-Boy! And you, Briggs, don't move or I'll blow your dick to kingdom come! Gonna teach you a lesson, you son of a bitch. Teach you to seduce helpless young girls. Only fourteen years old and knocked up by a preacher-man! Whip him good and hard, John-Boy, put some muscle into it! Remember what he done to poor Melly! Only don't cut up his face too bad, because Melly has to look at it once they're married up and he's on top of her in the marriage bed. Don't want that fornicating hypocrite in our family but ain't got much choice. His tom cattin' days and nights are over. Knocked up my sister and he's gonna marry her and make an honest woman of the poor girl he done seduced or else-"
Buck went on, laying it on good and heavy, but the spectators were no longer watching or listening to him. They were too engrossed by what was happening in the creek. John-Boy was laying the whip on good and heavy, too, and Buck's long-winded harangue was almost drowned out by the sharp cracks of the whip and Brigg's shrill screams of pain as he tried to fend off the blows with upraised arms. John-Boy was rather enjoying himself, knowing that he was the center of attention for once, and he applied himself to the task with relish. The thin lash cut through Brigg's flimsy wet nightshirt again and again, slashing it to ribbons' as its wearer turned and squirmed to evade the strokes. He was more than half-naked now and covered with his own blood.
"That's just a taste of what's waiting for him down in hell," Buck continued, shouting. "Took advantage of my baby sister's snow-white purity, he did, and she ain't got nobody but her two brothers to avenge her shame. Gonna avenge it all right. Whip that mother fucker to death unless he promises to marry her and right the wrong he done her. Planted a bastard in her cunt and we ain't having us no woods'-colts in our family tree. Poor little Melly! Deceiving her and screwing her and knocking her up and then moving on to some other unsuspecting victim of your brutal lusts. What kind of a preacher are you, anyway? Ain't you got no shame? There you stand mother-naked with your big pecker just hanging out for all of these decent God-fearin' folks to see. Give him a touch of the whip on the tip of his cock, John-Boy, make him jump! Baptizin'! Yeah, you'll baptize 'em in your spurtin' hot come! What a fucking hypocrite!
He's just been preaching so he can get his screwing for free, and even that ain't enough-visits that Johnson whore every week and pays her for a lay with the money you people drop in the collection plate on Sunday! It's a disgrace in the eyes of God and man, and I'm about to put a stop to it. Just doing my duty as a Christian-what's the matter, John-Boy, your arm tired? I guess you can quit for a while. He looks pretty well cut up to me. Don't want him marked up too bad because Melly has to fuck him after they're married up so he can't worm out of it later and divorce her for non-consummation after the fact or something silly like that. Okay, Briggs, get your bare ass outta that creek and put on your clothes and come with us. Cover your shame, man! The preacher's waiting-a real preacher-and he's gonna marry you and our sister up. Or ain't you learned your lesson yet? You want me to take over the whip and John-Boy to hold the gun on you?"
Briggs climbed out of the water and got dressed, moving with slow, painful difficulty. Blood from his cuts stained his shirt as he pulled it on, wincing as the cloth touched his slashed shoulders and back and chest. He was still dripping wet and his eyes were blank with pain.
"Looks like you're the one that just seen the light, brother," Buck couldn't resist cracking. Turning to the horrified crowd, he added, quite graciously, "Any of you folks care to come on into town to the Justice of the Peace's house to see your pastor's wedding, I'm sure you'd be welcome. Won't be much of a wedding, I'm afraid; had to be sort of thrown together at the last minute because Melly's already three or four months along. But it'll be legal and that's what counts. And anybody that opens his mouth against my poor taken-advantage-of baby sister gets what Briggs just got! My sister's gonna be the Reverend Mrs. Briggs and this here town just better keep that in mind. Ain't her fault this bastard knocked her up the way he did."
Buck and John-Boy threw Briggs into the front of the pickup between them, and drove off fast, leaving the startled congregation behind. Buck had trouble keeping a straight face whenever he glanced at the hangdog expression on Briggs'. The poor bastard kept up a steady stream of protests on the way into town: he'd never touched Melissa, had never wanted to, didn't know what the hell the two Hardys were talking about. It was all true, Buck knew, but that was the good reverend's tough luck.
"You'll marry her or I'll blow your pecker off with this here shotgun," was all that Buck replied to Briggs' frantic supplications. "One barrel for each ball!"
The finality of Buck's threat convinced Sebastian that his case was hopeless: there'd be no escape from the hideous bondage of matrimony. And to a whore-if Melissa was really knocked up! True, Sebastian didn't blame the girl for losing her cherry to some guy; he'd never given a damn for the morals, ethics, or souls of those to whom he preached his hellfire-and-damnation sermons on Sundays. His ego had fed upon the importance that being a preacher gave him-on the attention that had been paid to his inspired words, the fuss made over him, the women who literally threw themselves at his feet. He had used those women, too, for, being unmarried, he rationalized that the "Thou Shalt Not" of adultery did not apply to him. If the woman he happened to be screwing happened to be married, the sin was hers, not his, and he always prayed with her afterwards, asking forgiveness for the sin she had so enthusiastically committed. He had always had his pick of horny females-white and black ones.
Carefully now, he reviewed the mess he was in through no fault of his own. Melly was a sexy little bitch-perhaps not as much to his taste as that full-blown whore Carrie Johnson, but an attractive girl nonetheless. He would willingly have seduced her had she been a regular member of his congregation; as it was, he'd simply not gotten around to her yet. After all, she was only fourteen. And already busted and knocked up! Hell's bells! Just like her brothers. The slut must've been fucking guys right and left, if she couldn't even get the son of a bitch who'd planted the bastard in her cunt to marry her!
If only the scandal of the forced marriage didn't
I jeopardize his career as a minister! That would be awful... but it would be to the Hardys' advantage to see that it didn't. Melissa would have a certain status in the town as the preacher's wife. And, if he was careful, Sebastian would be able to keep fucking around. Melissa would hardly be in a position to protest if he had other women-the whore! He could see it now...his congregation spellbound by his words, as they were so often in the past, interspersing his cries with " Amens" and "Hallelujahs" as a steady stream came to the pulpit to kneel and be saved. Now, gazing out over the congregation, he could catch the demure eye of some pretty young thing who was glancing up at him furtively. Her eyes devoured him and he knew what she wanted. Sin! And he'd give her all the sinning one woman could take, all right. He stepped to one side of the pulpit so her eyes could travel down his robe to where the bulge in his britches proclaimed that the man of God was also a man-and a damned well-hung one at that. Of course, he couldn't touch her, couldn't make the first fatal move-that would be adultery, now that he was Melissa's faithful husband, trying to convert her from her whoring ways... or would it? I Technically yes; but he'd remind Melly that he was also pastor to his flock, a father to them all, a counselor, a guide, a loving teacher. Then wouldn't it be better for him to initiate that innocent young girl into the mysteries of womanhood? He'd do it gently and it would be much better for her than the frantic, selfish thrusting of some hot-peckered young Lucifer who'd bust her ripe cherry for her ruthlessly in the fields some afternoon and then go his merry way, laid. All that stud was interested in was her body, where Sebastian Briggs would be trying to save her immortal soul. After he had thoroughly broken in the various orifices of her lovely young body, he'd get down on his knees naked and pray with her so that she'd realize that what she had tempted him to do was sacred and not a sin because she had done it out of love for her own dearest reverend... yes, it would be his duty to fuck all those misguided and weak-willed females to keep them away from the path of sin. God damn, yes...!
Supported by a group of sympathetic neighbor women, and trying to put on a brave front through her tears, Melissa was waiting on the porch of the Justice of the Peace's house downtown. Word had gotten around rapidly, and a large crowd was gathering to see "that Hardy girl git herself married up to the preacher who knocked her up." Melissa hoped that the majority of the men in the crowd were on her side. She tried to look as innocent and ashamed as any soiled dove as she cringed on the porch in her wedding dress-the same confection of white satin and heavy lace that had served her mother and had been brought out of storage in the attic for this solemn occasion. She even had a bouquet in one white-gloved hand. She knew that she was looking her prettiest, and the murmurs that reached her ears from admiring spectators reassured her. There probably wasn't a man in town who didn't envy the bastard who had supposedly gotten her into the family way!
But now the pickup was pulling up, and Buck and John-Boy were dragging the wretched Reverend Briggs across the dusty street towards her. It was time to go into her act. Melissa rushed down the porch steps and melodramatically flung her arms around her intended's neck. She got some of the blood from the whip cuts onto her satin sleeves.
"Oh, Sebastian!" she sobbed. His name sounded funny in her mouth; after all, she hardly knew him except by sight. "Are you a-going to make me an honest woman again, after all? Sure hope so. Prayed that you'd come and save my reputation, I did. Otherwise I would of had to throw myself into the creek and drown to hide my disgrace." She knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but her audience seemed to relish the fustian rhetoric and sentimentality of the tableau. Melissa paused to wipe tears from her cheeks.
"Whore!" Briggs spat, glaring down at her-he was much taller than she was-with blazing eyes.
Melissa had expected much worse from him, so she merely looked mildly shocked. The townspeople, though, were indignant: "Shame! Shame!" several men cried. "Knocked her up and then calls her a whore! What a hypocrite! Just ain't got no shame at all, do you?"
"I'll tell you a fucking thing or two about shame," Briggs began; but before he could embark upon a sermon Buck and John-Boy manhandled him up the steps and into the house. Melissa, looking the image of outraged but vindicated virtue, followed, her head held high. The ceremony itself took only a few minutes. The Justice's wife, shaking her head every time she caught Briggs' sullen glance, held the Bible for her husband as he recited the vows; Buck and John-Boy were the witnesses. The only snag came when the Justice, peering over his bifocals, asked Sebastian, "Do you take this girl to be your lawful wedded wife, sonny?"
Briggs was silent, his full lips set in a smirk. Buck prodded him in the butt with the shotgun.
"Guess I got to marry the goddam whore!" the reverend blurted out.
"Yes or no'll do it!" the Justice said, sounding appalled by Briggs' language. Buck cocked the shotgun with a loud click.
"Yes-fuck it!" Briggs gritted out And that was that
Buck was only too eager to be the first to kiss the blushing bride-with his tongue.
"Guess you don't know exactly what you got coming to you, Melly," Sebastian whispered, ironically but not unkindly, when-after a funereal supper-he and Melissa were locked into the spare bedroom of the Hardy house by the ever-vigilant Buck, who was, unknown to the newlyweds, listening at the keyhole.
"Guess I do," Melissa retorted.
"You sure, honey?" Roughly, he pulled her close to his body. "Men ain't all the same. Some're big-dicked and some're little. Can't ever tell how much a man has until you go to bed with him. Maybe you got more here than you reckoned on-maybe you're going to find me different from that damn Peter Selby."
She knew that her husband was trying to trap her into an admission that it was Peter who had impregnated her. If only it had been! "Don't know nothing at all about that Peter Selby or no other man for that matter," she said casually-quite a lie, she thought cynically. "You know I was pure when you seduced me, darling "Bastian." She was glad it was dark in the bedroom: she was having trouble keeping a straight face.
"Pure, shit!" Sebastian exploded. "Then it was some other stud who planted his seed in your pussy and got you knocked up?"
She stood on tiptoe to bring her head on a level with his, and forced him to bend down so their lips touched. For a long moment they stood there in the darkness, frantically clutching each other, kissing and caressing, before she released him. "You got a mighty poor memory, lover," she teased, "if you don't remember what we done! How you pulled my dress up and my pants down and put your fingers into my pussy and made it all nice and hot and wet and ready, and then you opened your pants and took it out and I nearly died when I felt you shoving it up into me-" Her fingers were already busy with his belt buckle and his zipper, opening his trousers, thrusting them down his brawny thighs, tearing at the buttons of his blood-stained shirt. He was panting with arousal as he ripped her flimsy nightie from her shoulders and flung the garment aside over the floor. She was naked and her bare breasts pressed enticingly against his deep hairy chest as she impatiently pushed his shirt over his shoulders and stroked his back with her fingers, feeling the welts left by the whip as he winced slightly at the pain her light touch caused him. Melissa sank her teeth into his shoulder muscle; he grunted and cupped her left tit in his big hand, his fingers digging into the breast flesh in retaliation.
"Gonna leave my mark on you, too," she gasped after she'd released him. She rested her head on his shoulder, letting him caress her coppery-brown wealth of silken hair with his free hand as he continued to toy with her ripe breast, sliding his thumb over the stiffening nipple. Melissa stroked his bare back tenderly with a soothing palm as she plunged her other hand down into the bulging elastic pouch of her husband's jockey shorts and discovered, to her delight, that all men were indeed not alike. He was huge and, better yet, uncircumcised, with a thick soft sheath of foreskin that made grasping his cock and sliding her fist back and forth on it a thrilling tactile experience.
"Let me suck it!" she demanded.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Sebastian moaned, unable to believe what he saw, felt, and heard. He'd married the hottest piece of ass in the state of Georgia-of that he was already convinced-and any misgivings he still had about the forced marriage faded into insignificance as Melissa used her hold on his cock to pull him towards the waiting bed. He fell onto the mattress, helpless, and then she was all over him at once, it seemed, with her mouth and hands and breasts, driving him out of his mind with raw erotic excitement. In the dim light she could see her husband's thick hard-on jutting straight up into the air, pointing like a rocket at the ceiling, from the furry launching pad of his groin; his muscular legs thrashed about on the bed as he tried to grab himself and jerk off, but she was too quick for him. She seized his cock by its base-it was so big that she could barely fit her fingers around it!-and pumped her fist up and down on it. The massive veins that ran along the shaft pulsed to her touch and Sebastian whimpered with lustful impatience.
"Suck it, Melly, honey," he begged in a guilty whisper. "Get your sweet mouth down on that thing and blow it for me! I'm your husband now, ain't I? Ain't that what you wanted-for us to be man and wife? It's your conjugal duty to satisfy your husband's sexual lusts-"
"Oh, bullshit!" Melissa scoffed; but to shut him up she went to work. Her nude body swaying on the bed beside his, tits and ass firmly rounded as she crouched over his groin and fisted him, she took a deep breath, which only made her breasts swell out bigger, and ran her tongue around her lips to lubricate them for the lube job she planned to perform on the good reverend's rod of iron. Then she lowered her head over his crotch, her hair tumbling down loosely to caress his thighs, his balls, the lower edge of his taut-muscled belly, got a better grip on the root of that big cock, and bent it towards her panting lips. She could smell the musk of his genitals and it excited her. Boldly, she thrust her tongue again to run it over the pouting lips of Sebastian's cockhead. He gasped and squirmed at even this light contact, and she was thrilled by his response. She dug beneath the flap of foreskin and began to tongue the head of his penis rapidly, thoroughly, keeping her wet tongue trapped between the bulky glans and its hood of loose outer skin. That drove her husband wild! His fingers were buried in her hair, trying to push her head down and force her to take his dick between her lips. Melissa resisted. She wanted to taste him first.
Her tongue slid over the slitted tip of the penis again and caught the drop of semen that was oozing from his pisser. She loved the salty taste and scraped her tongue over the hole again and again, until he was shivering with lust, his big body writhing beneath hers on the bed. Really getting into the oral sex now, Melissa bent her head a bit lower and ran her warm, wet tongue over the shaft of that immense tool. She dug the tip into his slit once more, then thrust her stiffened tongue under the retracted foreskin and cleaned out that sensitive area. It tasted tangier than the drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid-cheesier. She licked at that part of her new stud's cock repeatedly, until her heavy tongue treatment had him pleading for mercy.
"Suck it, Melly! You hot-cunted bitch! Suck it! Jesus Christ-suck it before I pop my nuts right now! Take that dick in your mouth, honey! You're making me too fucking hot! That tongue of yoursoh, shit!"
She took another good, deep breath, then opened her lips wide and pressed them down over the flared head of the cock in a snug, lingering kiss, her tongue still busy against the slit. The skin felt velvety smooth and soft as it pulsed against her lips and, excited, she opened her mouth wider and pushed it down until the whole of the cockhead had slipped between her lips and past her tongue and was filling the interior of her mouth.
"Oh-yeah!" Sebastian groaned in delight, throwing his head back on the bed. "Suck it, Melly-suck on that cock." It was a wanton sight-the girl's slim, pale nudity twisting in a series of increasingly abandoned poses as she angled her head down to cram more and more hard dick up into her greedy mouth and, hollowing her flushed cheeks, began to apply strong, uninterrupted suction on the head of the saliva-bathed penis. She let more of the shaft slip between her gaping lips and her naked body shuddered as the hard meat filled her oral cavity to its utmost capacity. His cock began to tingle and tense in rigid, throbbing expectation inside her mouth. She blew him passionately for several delightful minutes before, gasping, her husband sat up on the bed and tugged at her head, pulling her off his dick.
She was hurt for a moment. "What's-what's the matter, darling?" she asked timidly. "Didn't I do it right-?"
"You did just fine, you cocksucking slut," he panted. "I want to taste your pussy-I want to eat out your box while you go down on my dick-let's do it the sixty-nine way!" He certainly wasn't talking like a preacher now, Melissa thought, but the fact pleased her. She'd expected a lot of lecturing on the evil of her wanton ways. "Move over here, Melly...turn around-yeah!-spread 'em, spread your legs... open up that sweet box of candy for me and let me eat you real good while you suck on my pole-" He buried his face between her thighs and drove his tongue right into her cunt, without any preliminaries. She knew at once why the women all found him irresistible. He ate her as though her cunt was candy and he was a sugar-starved diabetic going on an oral orgy. Melissa cried out passionately and shook her ass and tits in helpless reaction as her entire body took fire from her tongued cunt and she abandoned herself to the fantastic sensations that ripped through her pelvis.
But he wanted her to reciprocate-he was grunting as he shoved his powerful body at her face, his muscular thighs parting, his hard-on rubbing against her cheek-her lips. She threw herself at his crotch with an abandon that matched his own, groping for his buttocks and the backs of his thighs to pull his cock into her open mouth...soon she was deep-throating him. He drilled his tongue into her cunt even deeper, tirelessly, to reward her for the good job she was doing, as their nude bodies banged together, wet with sweat, and their fierce passion built only too rapidly to its inevitable explosive conclusion.
Grunting, squealing, uttering an astonishing range of bestial sex noises, the Reverend Sebastian Briggs slammed his hips against his wanton young wife's sucking mouth as she got a tighter grip on his asscheeks and prepared to drain him of his spurting come. He shot into her mouth, all but choking her with the first thick wads of creamy sperm that splattered over the roof of her mouth and plastered her tongue against the side of the jerking, unloading cock she was sucking. She swallowed as much of the seminal flood as she could, but he was pumping just too much of the damned stuff into her! She had to draw back a little to contain the torrent and as she did so his slick, pulsating prick escaped from between her numb lips, which got smeared by the heavy bursts of male syrup that shot over and between them. It coated her face, her throat, her breasts; Melissa gasped and giggled as the come drenched her body and kept right on gushing. Her laughter melted into a long-drawn-out moan of orgasmic ecstasy as her hungry cunt lapper's skillful tongue drove her over the edge of a terrific climax. It began deep in her vagina and seemed to shoot through her body like an explosion. Her clit burned fiercely as she came and came against the sucking, slurping mouth that was glued to her mushy private parts as they twitched in the throes of orgasm.
He had one big hand pressed deep between her asscheeks, and now the tip of his blunt middle finger suddenly dug into her anus as he brought her off so violently, his muscular body writhing and contracting as he fired the last of his spunk between her jiggling breasts. As he worked that tormenting finger around inside her tender asshole, Melissa collapsed on the bed over his body as her cunt, still convulsing, contracted like a flesh-padded vice around the tongue that Sebastian still stabbed up into its depths as he licked up the juices that gushed from the creaming pussy and Melissa felt herself coming again and yet again, her body going out of control altogether as he ate her pussy, her vagina tightening up in delicious anticipation of the next shock wave of orgasm that was about to hit it...
Outside the locked bedroom door, Buck was kneeling naked, his eye pressed to the keyhole, ignoring John-Boy's urgent, whispered demands that he be allowed to take a look, too. To keep his brother pacified, Buck used his left fist to grasp and beat off John-Boy's hard-on as he manipulated himself roughly with his right hand. Grunting, not bothering to try to keep his voice down-the couple in the bedroom were making too much noise and were too engrossed in each other to notice anything-Buck pumped his spurting come onto the panel of the door as he watched his sister disport herself amorously with the Reverend Briggs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carrie was excited-so excited that as the train got closer to Atlanta, she could feel her heart pounding. It was the same train she and Melissa had taken into the city a few months before to look at the stores and admire the nice clothes that neither of them could afford; but the trip seemed different this time. For Carrie, there wasn't going to be any going back. And before long, she promised herself, she'd be traveling again-not with just a crummy tote bag full of cheap clothes, but with tons of luggage stuffed with expensive designer outfits.
As the train slowed beside the station's platform, Carrie got up and adjusted her skirt. It was wrinkled already from sitting down for so long, and she knew that she didn't look her best. She got off the train, hurried through the crowded station, and found a ladies' room. Inside it, she rummaged through her handbag for her make-up and began to apply it in front of the mirror.
She was wearing a miniskirt and a thin knitted top, both shocking pink and both well calculated to show off her full, womanly figure. Now Carrie folded the hem of the pullover upwards, tucking it under itself to give herself an enticing bare-midriff look. Shaking her hair back over her shoulder and giving it a few strokes with a brush, she stood away from the mirror to check herself out. She was pleased-a little more pink lipstick, maybe; but on the whole she was fully satisfied that men would look in her direction as she walked past them on the city's sidewalks. It was time to begin. She rented a locker in the railway station and stowed the tote bag inside it; then, swinging her shoulder-strapped purse in classic hooker fashion, she hit the busy downtown streets. She didn't need any directions, any specific goal: all she had to do was follow the lights and the ever-thickening crowd, strutting along proudly, her breasts thrust out, her hips swaying provocatively from side to side as her long straight legs moved. She wished she had nicer stockings to draw more attention to her legs...
"Hey, baby-where you goin'?" a rough-sounding male voice called out jeering. Then an equally rough hand grasped her elbow from behind. She turned and looked at the guy-or guys: there were three of them, all ugly, all leering at her as they closed in around her.
"Hi, good-lookin'," the second one jeered.
"You sure are one foxy-lookin' chick," the third said, rubbing his grimy hand over his swollen crotch.
Carrie thought she could handle it-obnoxious men were no novelty for her-but she automatically glanced up and down the sidewalk for reassurance. But the passersby studiously pretended not to notice. A couple of black hookers, older than Carrie, were watching, amused, from a doorway nearby. The three punks could probably knock her down and rape her right there, taking their own sweet time doing it, without having to worry about anybody intervening on Carrie's behalf.
She swung her handbag at the guy closest to her and got him smack in the face. "Kiss off, asshole," she said contemptuously, trying to sound tough and praying that her voice wouldn't crack from fear. The creep she'd whacked stumbled aside, nursing his bloody nose; the two others were too startled for a second to react as Carrie stepped away from them and tried to run down the sidewalk to escape. Then they pursued her, cursing, but a man grabbed Carrie with a protective gesture. He was older, almost as old as the men her mother tended to bring home, and Carrie recognized him immediately as a potential John. He was more sure of himself than most, however, and when he curtly told the punks to fuck off, they slunk away, muttering threats. Carrie was grateful. But she'd still have to charge him for the sex...
"You want to come with me?" he asked her softly, the lit cigarette dangling between his lips muffling his speech. He was still holding on to her bare arm, squeezing it lightly.
"Sure-why not?" Carrie replied breathlessly.
"Daddy's found himself a cheap lay," one of the hoods called as the man quickly led Carrie up the street. There were further catcalls and laughter, but the girl blocked them out easily.
"Honey, you can't expect to walk around here looking that good without asking for trouble," the man said pleasantly, pulling her closer against his body as they walked. "You been doing this long? Sorry-I know that's a corny question. None of my business, right? Hey-you want to go to a movie first? A fuck film? I'll pay. We can-well, you know!"
Carrie didn't know, exactly; but she felt that she had a pretty good idea. She nodded. She was pleased that the man had immediately taken her for a hooker. This might be easier than she'd anticipated. She was already with her first customer and he'd been the one to do the picking-up. All she'd had to do was flaunt her available body before the public.
She let the John lead her to a cheap, dirty-looking theater, with suggestive placards in its grimy, broken windows and blinking colored light bulbs on the marquee: he paid for the tickets, then dragged her through the creaking turnstile and into the auditorium. At least it was cool and dark in there, although Carrie was surprised to see how small the theater actually was. There was also a slight but unpleasant prevailing odor, a compound of cigarette and cigar smoke, stale urine, and--well, and come: there was no point in pretending she didn't recognize the distinctive smell. She knew what went on in places Like this. The man guided her to a back row, then to a seat all the way to the side. The familiar beat of a rock song that had been on the radio all last summer was coming from the tinny loudspeakers near the screen, and Carrie looked up at the film.
It was pretty crude in every sense of the word through a haze of grainy-textured film stock, she saw two naked girls, or rather women, writhing in front of the wobbling camera, masturbating each other and moaning exaggeratedly as they pretended to get closer and closer to violent orgasms. The one with the big tits and the bright-blond wig suddenly had a dildo in her free hand: it was hard rubber or plastic, one of those vibrators shaped Like a penis, with a tapered point. She ran the quivering tip of the thing over her clit and gasped, then took her fingers away from her friend's moist parted labia and began to insert the dildo between them. She thrust about a third of the thick instrument up into the brunette's snatch and the girl went wild as it entered her. More and more of the artificial cock vanished inside the dark-haired "actress's" cunt, and the blonde-wigged girl fucked her with the dildo until she had, or pretended to have, a terrific orgasm that shook her ass and tits and forced squeals of implausible ecstasy from her painted lips. Then the vibrator was withdrawn, wet and glistening from the girl's pussy juices; two men moved into camera range, and the women began to neck and pet with them as they undressed them.
Carrie felt the man beside her grasp her wrist to guide her hand to his lap. He was sitting with his legs spread and she could feel that he had developed a sizable hard-on in his trousers. Her fingers caressed the bulge lightly, then with greater force as he pushed her hand down harder and grunted with satisfaction.
"Take it out, honey," he drawled in a whisper, although there was nobody nearby to overhear. "Take it out and play with it a little. I'll give you five bucks for a good hand job."
She was tempted to ask for ten, but a hand job was nothing and five dollars seemed a generous payment for one. So she continued to fondle him through his pants as she glanced around nervously. She saw only a few men sitting alone, each with his coat thrown across his lap as he gaped up at the simulated sex play on the flickering screen.
"Come on, will you?" her customer demanded. "What the hell you waiting for? Christmas?" He pressed her timid fingers against his zipper. Carrie pulled it down and plunged her fingers into the now-open fly. She had to pull aside his undershorts in order to grasp his hard-on and lift it up and out of the gap in his trousers. It was warm as it pulsed urgently in the hollow of her hand and she closed her fingers in a tight fist around the coke-bottle shaped shaft and began to move up and down around it. Her John grunted happily.
"Yeah-! Oh, yeah! That's it, baby," he gasped, his voice low as he encouraged her and her movements became bolder, more efficient. She fisted his prick with all her strength, to get it over with quickly and collect her five dollars. Afterwards, they'd probably go to a cheap hotel nearby-a trick hotel!-and he'd pay her more to let him bang her. She was well on her way, after having been in town only a few minutes!
He began to surround her hand with his own as he watched the fuck film unroll, pressing her fist tighter shut around his cock and pushing his erection up to meet her pumping fingers and increase the friction. "Squeeze it, doll," he pleaded hoarsely, panting for breath as he watched the dark-haired girl on the screen take one of the men's dicks into her mouth and suck it lustily, her eyes rolling, her ass twitching, her ripe, siliconed breasts swinging freely as she worked on the guy for the camera's benefit. "Squeeze it real hard--make me shoot!"
Carrie did her best to please him. From the screen, the music blared even louder; she looked up as she jerked her neighbor off and saw how both couples in the movie were writhing and twisting as they pretended to screw. The guy she was beating off was watching, too, his gaze intent, as though he were hypnotized. As she manipulated him even more roughly, he closed his eyes and moaned loudly, letting his head slump back against the seat
"Faster-do it faster!" he groaned.
What did he think she was-a machine? Her wrist was getting tired. But she grimly tried to speed up her movements. The man muttered and gasped, not caring if anyone else in the little auditorium heard him or not, as he approached his climax at last. Even as his hips lunged up from the creaking seat cushion and he shot into the air, he gave no sign of acknowledgement to the girl who was bringing him off. He was lost in some erotic fantasy that didn't include her. Carrie released his dripping prick hastily, grabbed a kleenex from her handbag, and wiped the traces of sticky come from her fingers. Then she threw the soiled tissue to the floor with a grimace of disgust.
She wanted to ask for the money now, but she wasn't sure it wouldn't offend the John. After a few seconds of heavy breathing beside her, he sat up, zipped up his pants, and began to watch the movie again, as though nothing had happened. Suddenly he seemed to remember her.
"I've got to get a big bill changed so I can give you your five now," he whispered. "You wait here-I'll be right back."
He squeezed past her, into the narrow aisle; Carrie turned her head to watch him go, but the way the men sitting in the rows behind her suddenly took their eyes off the screen to stare at her made her feel uncomfortable, and she watched the movie again. There was a different couple on the bed now, and a big-busted girl with red hair, dyed no doubt, was kissing and tonguing the man's hard-on as a prelude to going down on it. She began to suck... the camera jerked forward and back, and Carrie decided that the girl's performance looked better from a distance: in close-up, it was too easy to notice the bored look on her face as she deep-throated her leading man, who also seemed less than ecstatic about the act.
Maybe, Carrie told herself as she leaned back, got comfortable, and watched for her John to return, she'd be in movies too someday. Not crummy fuck flicks like this one, but real movies. After all, once she hit Vegas and got herself established as a showgirl, her future would be wide open-literally so, since she'd probably have to put out on the casting couch once or twice in order to get work. That was okay. She might be "discovered" or something by a big producer or director. Maybe a famous actor would want to take her out-they'd fuck and she'd be the best lay he'd ever had, so the word would get around...
The daydreaming kept her mind occupied as she waited, but the minutes passed. Another man had come into the theater and taken a seat on the aisle, just a few seats away from where Carrie was sitting. He glanced at her but she didn't turn her head. She wished that the first guy would come back with her money, and she tried not to notice the unsubtle ways in which the newcomer was trying to get her attention as they both kept up the pretence of being engrossed in the action onscreen.
The possibility that her John might not come back hit her with shocking abruptness and force. He'd been nice to her, for a john, and had saved her from God-only-knew-what back there on the street. And he wanted to screw her, too, didn't he? He wouldn't just leave the theater and walk off... he couldn't!
"Hey," her new neighbor whispered loudly over the soundtrack.
Carrie gave him a quick, casual glance. He'd exposed himself and was playing with an impressively large cock, grinning at her insolently as he worked on himself. She looked away nervously. But her discomfiture had given the exhibitionist all the encouragement he needed; he slid over the few seats that separated them and was beside her, still exposed, still fisting his dick. How gross! Carrie wanted to jump up and run, but she forced herself to remain Calm until she could assess the situation.
"Hey, beautiful-wouldn't you like to give this a little suck, huh?" her molester asked feverishly. "We could go someplace-I know a cheap hotel we could go to, it's only two blocks away-and I'll give you a real good fuck. Not like that shit up there."
He indicated the screen with his unoccupied hand.
She stood up. "Let me pass," she told him, her voice shaky. "I-I have to go meet somebody."
The man grabbed her arm. "Come on! Let him wait."
"I said I have to go!" she hissed, wrenching herself free. "Let go of me or I'll scream," although she doubted whether doing so would have much effect in this hole.
Then the guy spoke the magic words: "I'll make it worth your time, baby. Give you twenty bucks for a good fuck!"
She thought fast, looking him coldly in the eyes as he leered at her. That first bastard wasn't coming back-ever. She realized that now. She'd been had! Ripped off! She'd given him that hand job for nothing. She had to get money somehowand fast.
"Make it twenty-five," Carrie told the man, feeling more sure of herself now. "And I want it before we start in!"
"Sure, beautiful, sure-whatever you say."
He let her slip past him, then zipped himself up and followed her up the aisle as the other patrons leered at them.
Carrie tried to act sophisticated as she followed the man into the lobby of the sleazy hotel, which reeked of illicit sex. But the man behind the desk was looking at her awfully hard, as though he could read her mind, knew exactly what she had come here for, and was aware that she was still underage. Carrie forced a smile. She made up her mind that if the stupid desk clerk asked her anything, she'd just say that he could get the information from her husband-or, better yet, from her father.
"We want a room," her John said matter-of-factly.
Carrie, feeling bolder, smiled sweetly at the desk clerk.
"Ten bucks," he grunted, not taking his eyes off her body as he threw down a key.
"Ten bucks!" the man with Carrie exploded. "What kind of a fucking rip-off is this, anyway? Look-we're only going to be up there a little while and you know it! It was only five bucks last time." Apparently, an alibi wasn't necessary, Carrie thought with relief. The desk clerk knew the score.
He pointed at her insultingly. "You can afford her, can't you? Well, then you can afford the room. Unless you want to screw her standing up in the phone booth, and even that'll cost you a dime for the first three minutes!" He laughed uproariously at his own idiotic joke; Carrie wished she had something to throw at him.
Her john, looking disgusted but resigned, tossed a ten-dollar bill down on the desk and picked up the key, then led Carrie to the elevator.
"What the fuck?" was his philosophical comment as he pushed the button for the sixth floor, where their room was. "Everybody's got to hustle a buck, right kid?" Carrie agreed. The elevator door closed, and the man grabbed her ass, pulling her close against him, as the car began to go up. His. erection pressed against the mound of her cunt as he pulled her skirt high and began to stroke her asscheeks and thighs with his hands. He kissed her, and Carrie didn't object. "Oh yeah! You're one hell of a sweet piece, you know that?" he said as his hands explored her body through her brief panties. "The minute I saw you walk in with that asshole, I told myself, Harry, that lucky stiff there has got himself a real piece of sweet young ass. I couldn't believe it when he walked out on you like that.
Fuck! You're ten times better than any of those broads in the picture show."
"Thanks," Carrie murmured, at this leaden compliment.
The elevator jolted to a stop, and they got out and found their room.
"Yes indeedy," Harry continued cheerfully, unlocking the door, "I said to myself right away, look at that son of a bitch getting into that hot little snatch, I tell you, honey, I took one look at you and my prick got so hard it really started to ache. I'm not kidding-" They were inside the cheaply furnished room; he bolted the door behind them. "How about a look at the merchandise, baby?"
"The money," Carrie said firmly. "You said I could have it first-"
"Oh sure, sure, might as well get that out of the way, right?" She was relieved by his immediate compliance. He pulled two tens and a five from his wallet and handed them to her: Carrie shoved the money into her purse. Thank God! She was so grateful that she'd give him the fuck of his life now. He was touching her hips, caressing one full breast through the thin material of her knitted top.
"Now the boobs, honey-those big boobs of yours-let's have a look at 'em, see if they're for real..."
She realized for the first time that he was short, a couple of inches shorter than she was; this was oddly reassuring-Carrie suddenly felt very much at ease with him. He was a weirdo, but a nice weirdo. She was smiling as she pulled the top up and off and saw how his eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets, as she bared her breasts proudly for his inspection and approval.
"Wow! They're just terrific!" Harry swore softly, seizing her tits and squeezing the plushy mounds so hard it hurt a little. "That's really a nice fucking set you got there, doll-and believe you me, I know nice tits when I see 'em. You know, I'm what you'd call a real tit man... how about a little hot tit-fucking, huh? Okay?" i She wasn't sure what he meant-none of the men who patronized her mother's house had ever wanted such a thing-and her confusion showed in her face; but Harry only laughed cheerfully as he undressed. Carrie pulled her skirt off so it wouldn't get wrinkled worse than it already was. She hesitated, then stripped out of her pants as well. She wore only her nylons when Harry eased her onto the narrow bed, his erection poking out towards her the way it had when he'd exposed himself to her in the movie theater. "First suck on it a little, so it's good and wet," he gasped. His hands moved to her head, drawing her face down to his crotch. This much, at least, was only too familiar to Carrie. They all wanted to be blown! She took his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her lips, putting just the head of it inside her mouth as she began to suck gently.
"Go ahead and swallow down the whole thing," her John insisted. 'Take your hand away and let the whole thing slide right down into your throat. Do it easy, you won't have no trouble. Oh fuck yeah! Yeah! That's the way I like it, honey-that's how to suck dick! You're worth every goddam red cent of that money. Go on and suck it good. Don't be afraid-really blow me. Use your teeth a little, that turns me on, only don't bite too hard." She did as he suggested and his groans and helpless squirming movements told her that she was pleasing him; he kept his hands in her hair to guide her head as she worked her sucking lips up and down the length of the throbbing column of steely flesh, but then he moved them to her breasts and pinched at her large dark nipples.
"That's good-real good! A great suck!" he gasped, getting more and more excited as she labored on his prick. "Your mouth feels damn good-nice and soft and warm. Go ahead and suck it some more. Suck it real hard-!" She did so.
"Now, honey-that's enough! Now!" Harry grunted. "All you got to do is lie back on the fucking bed and let me on top-"
He pushed her into the position he wanted, then straddled her chest, his weight oppressing her for a moment until she got used to it. Placing his saliva-wetted penis between her breasts, he grew even more excited. She immediately got the idea. He wasn't even going to fuck her in her cunt! That was a relief... this was going to be an easy twenty-five bucks. Carrie wondered why she hadn't discovered how her big breasts could be put to erotic use long ago-
"Okay! Now you just play with those gorgeous big tits of yours-just rub 'em real hard and keep pushing 'em together so that they're rubbing against my dick real nice an' tight." Carrie did as he asked, and he began to fuck her generous cleavage as though it were a soft pussy, rocking rapidly back and forth to slide his cock in and out of the deep pliant groove they'd created from her boobs. Carrie began to enjoy it. She let her head fall back onto the pillows, but Harry grabbed her hair to pull her back up.
"No! You got to keep looking-look right at my dick going back an' forth between those big tits," he panted desperately. "Watch my cock! I'm going to shoot a really big load in just another couple of minutes! I want it to go right into that sexy hot mouth of yours! Get ready to take it-to suck it...oh, fuck! Shit! You're really turning me on, getting me hot! Fabulous big boobs... you're really something else, honey... oh, does that ever feel good!"
He was ramming his prick back and forth between her compressed breasts much faster now, and Carrie kneaded her breasts rapidly to increase the friction.
"Oh yeah! Oh fuck! I'm almost there! Open up, baby-open wide-get ready to take it-!" he grunted.
He pushed himself forward, deep into her mouth, keeping his hand on the back of her head and forcing her to take him as he rammed his cock into her mouth and exploded deep in her throat. She gagged a little as the salty taste inundated her throat and his cock rubbed frantically over her lips and tongue and the insides of her hollowed cheeks as she sucked to gulp the flow of semen down. At last he was spent and her ordeal was over.
Harry pulled away from her, sighing. "You really are something else, doll," he repeated. "You're really special-not like most of the hookers I pick up around here. Usually I last longer, but this time I just couldn't hold it in, you got me so fucking hot. What the fuck-I got my money's worth." He slapped her rump lightly, then caressed her sweaty breast. "Hey, you new in town? How old are you, anyway?"
"Does it matter?" the girl asked defensively.
He laughed. "Honey, the way you suck dick, you could be sixteen or sixty and I wouldn't give a shit. But you'd better watch it-the cops're getting a little tougher to keep the voters happy, you know what I mean?"
She nodded as she put her clothes back on. "Thanks."
"Just a tip, baby. Stay cool and you'll make out all right."
He was already dressed. Carrie was glad. Short and businesslike-the way she liked it. He didn't even wait to accompany her downstairs, but reminded her to drop the key off at the desk when she left as he went out the door. He waved good-bye and was gone down the hall.
Carrie took her time putting herself back together, applied fresh lipstick-ugh, she could still taste the come in her mouth!-and brushed her silky blonde hair in front of the cracked and discolored mirror on one wall. It hadn't been badnot really. Harry was a decent trick, as Johns went. And she had the twenty-five dollars. Harry had told her she was something special-not like those other cheap whores. She'd known that all along. And once she saved enough money, when she got to Vegas, other people would know it, too. Pleased with herself, she left the room and pressed the button to get the elevator. In the lobby, she was about to throw the room key on the desk when the clerk caught her arm to detain her. Puzzled, she glared down at him haughtily.
"Hey, you!-you want another trick?"
Carrie looked at him, momentarily confused. "What?"
"Another John, you dumb bitch! Do I got to draw you a picture?"
"Who-you?" she retorted, trying to sound contemptuous.
"Don't make me laugh! No-it's a guy upstairs."
"How-how much will I get?" she asked shamelessly.
"He's got for thirty, but I get ten off the top for setting it up. Okay, baby?"
"I get twenty-five," Carrie said, surprised by her own confidence. She wasn't going to get ripped off again-not ever!
"Maybe you do, if you peddle your ass out on the street long enough. But I've got a quick, easy twenty for you right here, all lined up. Don't do me any favors, though-take it or leave it. You don't want the John, I know four, five other sluts within yelling distance who'd be glad to fuck him for the twenty."
"Okay," Carrie said. Maybe she could get another twenty-five or thirty if she hit the streets, but this money would be hers without even having to work for it.
"He's in Room 43," the desk clerk told her, smiling. "Go right up."
Carrie walked back to the elevator-it was waiting for her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Jimmy and Carrie climbed into bed together, the long-haired young man asked the prostitute if she wanted to snort some coke, and Carrie automatically said no.
"You sure, honey?" he drawled. "It's easy to do-there's nothing to it-and this is some real good shit. It'll make you feel real groovy-I promise you that."
Carrie figured that in the short month she'd been in Atlanta there were a number of experiences she hadn't gotten around to having, and now was as good a time as any to catch up.
"Oh, all right," she said indifferently. She always went along with what Jimmy suggested. After all, he was her lover, wasn't he? (Her mind recoiled from the uglier but more accurate word pimp.)
Jimmy fed her the white powder in a tiny gold spoon he had hung around his neck for the purpose, and showed the girl how to snort it. Carrie did so, trustingly, and her nose felt terribly ticklish-she wanted to sneeze but forced herself not to. But nothing else happened-at first!
"Nothing's happened," she told her pimp, disappointed.
"It will-you wait and see. Just relax."
Her head began to feel a little light, all right, and there was a kind of cold but by no means unpleasant sensation behind her forehead; but Carrie certainly didn't feel whatever "being stoned" was supposed to feel like. Jimmy got up and put some records on his stereo, and she admired his naked, muscular body as he crouched on the floor. He had a semi-erection and that, plus the coke, was beginning to get to her. Yes, she could feel it. The music seemed to be coming from every corner of the room at once and she felt it as well as heard it, rippling over her naked body on the bed, going through her brain and making her part of the sounds. It felt good. The cheap little room itself, in a trick hotel, seemed to be breathing right along with her...
Jimmy pulled her close against him and their bodies seemed to be electrified-his skin felt so sensuous and his hands and mouth on her breasts and cunt felt almost velvety. And his cock-oh, Christ!-his cock!-it seemed to have swollen to four or five times its normal size, which was plenty big enough in all honesty, and when he eased it between the moist lips of Carrie's pussy opening and thrust it deep up into her cunt, she felt as though his entire body had literally gone into her. And the wild sensations, that got wilder, more varied, by the second as he began to fuck her with the long-driving, rapid strokes that she craved. It was all so fucking good and each sensation was more prolonged, more intense than usual and than the one before it. Jimmy's mouth and tongue on her breasts made the lush mounds of flesh more and more sensitive, more responsive to his oral caresses, and Carrie now believed that she possessed the biggest, sexiest boobs in captivity and that her nipples must be two inches long; but then Jimmy moved his fingers from them to the crack of her ass and began playing with it until she nearly swooned with excitement and desire for him. And there was always that big cock in her cunt, fucking her, filling her, forcing spasms through her body as she floated in an orgasmic cloud. Her head felt very light, almost weightless. If only it could be this good forever! Suddenly Carrie realized why Jimmy liked to get stoned so often. She heard him, vaguely, murmuring, "Far out-far out fuck! Carrie, you really are a hot chick... every time I put my dick in you, I want it to last all fucking night..."
And then she couldn't hear him anymore-his voice sounded faint and far away, and was easily drowned out by the music; her orgasm was gripping her, deep in her cock-filled cunt, and she didn't know if she could withstand such fierce, intense erotic pleasure as he was giving her now as he rammed himself in and out, in and out, of her exploding pussy like a hard, pumping piece of machinery. But at least she could make out his words again as he started to ejaculate inside her: "No other bitch does this to me-gets me this fucking hot-you love to get fucked, baby, you love that nice hard cock, that's what it is about you! You love it! I can shove my cock in you and fuck you to death and you'd just love it, you'd come and come, all over the bed, all over my cock fucking you... God, how I dig fucking you, screwing every part of your body-making you come-watching you come-watching you go crazy for my cock-!"
He shot into her, grunting, mauling her breasts with his mouth and hands, and she let out a sharp, piercing cry as she felt her vaginal walls tensing up yet again in the quick, violent spasms of orgasm. Then Jimmy pulled his dick out of her and began kissing and sucking her exhausted body all over, mouthing the smooth skin of her inner thighs until she buried her hands in his long hair and begged him to eat her cunt-and he did, as it all began again, the sexual urges becoming so wildly insistent as they built up inside her that she had to turn around on the bed and pull his body to her and take his still-hard cock, wet and pungent with the mixture of his come and her pussy juices, into her mouth and suck it and suck it for what seemed Like hours as his tongue drilled between the gushing lips of her aroused, hot pussy...
Those had been the good times, Carrie thought with listless bitterness now, as she brushed her hair hurriedly in the bathroom.
"Come on!" Jimmy repeated, sounding irritated. "I said to hurry it up, Carrie! Let's get with it, okay?"
Why was he always yelling at her? Carrie wondered angrily. He'd been so nice to her at first. She'd actually talked herself into believing she was in love with him. Maybe she still was-a little. But she'd changed, too, in just a month. Hooking had made her feel tough and disillusioned. She hardly ever speculated about the future any more. All she ever seemed to have to look forward to was another trick.
"Look, are you going to stay in there all day or what?" Jimmy demanded. She dropped the hairbrush into her handbag and quickly opened the bathroom door.
"I only wanted to fix my hair," she muttered. "It looked okay before." She brightened somewhat. "Really?" He checked his watch and frowned. "I said it did, didn't I? What the fuck do you want-a lecture on it? How many times do I have to tell you? Now come on-okay?"
Carrie let him take her by the arm and drag her out of the room and down the stairs. She wished that they could really be going somewhere, to just have fun, like other young couples she saw, instead of just back to the street to pick up men. She was getting sick of it, despite the ease with which she attracted Johns and the way she'd learned to close her eyes and fantasize while they screwed her. She usually pretended, when she was lying underneath some creep and his cock was going in and out of her, half listening to his grunts and crude comments, that it was Jimmy who was fucking her instead.
She was making good money-Jimmy took care of it, so she wasn't sure exactly how much she'd accumulated-but somehow it never seemed to be enough; Jimmy was always complaining, always telling her that they had to spend more time on the street, hustling her ass. Carrie couldn't imagine what happened to all the money, except for that part of it that went to buy the pills and other drugs that Jimmy bought from a friend and then sold for a profit to other people, always keeping some for his own use.
"Listen, Carrie," he was telling her now, as they walked down the dirty street. "There's a lot of heat on right now, so stay cool, okay?"
"Heat?"
"The pigs, the cops! They've been coming on real strong lately, busting the girls right and left, so if anybody hassles you just tell 'em you go to school-college. You look old enough. And don't go up to a guy and ask him if he's looking for some action. Let him make the first move and make sure he tells you what he wants loud and clear before you say anything about sex-otherwise it's entrapment. You hear?" -
"Yeah..." she replied uncertainly. The pills he always gave her before they went out looking for work always made her thinking fuzzy, and she was having trouble concentrating on what he was telling her. But he seemed pleased with her, for once.
"That's my baby." He tousled her hair, grinning, but she didn't mind having it mussed. She glanced at his handsome profile, convinced suddenly that she really did love him.
"Am I still your girl, Jimmy?" she asked.
"Sure-what kind of fucking talk is that, anyway?"
"I-I don't know. I thought maybe you don't love me no more... you hardly ever say you do. And those other girls who turn tricks for you--you've been seeing a lot of that Ellen lately, for example. You must like her more than you Like me.
"I like her, but not as much as you," Jimmy protested. "Hell, she's only a nigger."
"Will we have to score more than a couple times?" she asked anxiously. "I mean, can we go home early tonight? I feel so tired today-"
"Sure, baby, sure."
"Can we really? Can we be alone-just the two of us? Could we go to bed and fuck-?"
"Hey, cool it, will you?" he said sharply. A businessman with a briefcase clutched in one hand was staring at Carrie with ill-disguised interest, and Jimmy "casually" propelled her in the man's general direction. "Go take a look in the window of that store," Jimmy whispered, smiling; and Carrie obediently went over to look at the garish clothes on display in the boutique that catered to blacks-and hookers.
The man with the briefcase continued to gape at her lustfully, and she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, how Jimmy approached the man, ostensibly to ask for a light for the cigarette he was sticking in his mouth. They talked together, and Carrie sighed as she saw other young girls idling about on the sidewalks of the street: she knew that they were in the same business as she and her pimp. They were competition. She preferred to examine the things in the shop window.
Soon Jimmy was at her side, leading the John by the arm.
"Carrie, I want you to meet John." That was an original choice of pseudonym! she thought, struggling not to let her contempt show on her face. "He's an old friend of mine, his old man and mine-I mean he and my old man-were in the war together, so you be real nice to him, you hear?"
She heard, and nodded dully. The three of them walked a couple of blocks until they came to another trick hotel. Carrie had been in the place before. Lots of times.
She was puzzled, though, when Jimmy didn't beat a discreet retreat and wait for her outside as the John paid at the desk and got the room key. Jimmy was still holding her by the arm as the John rejoined them, and they all climbed the stairs together-one big happy family! She wanted to ask what was going on, but didn't want to antagonize their customer.
In the crummy little room, the man-"John" made no attempt to get undressed, but sat in an overstuffed armchair. Jimmy turned on the naked light bulb set in a ceiling socket over the double bed.
"He wants to see us," Jimmy explained, drawling, an ironic smile on his lips as he took his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it out on the floor with the heel of his scuffed boot. 'Together. Fucking. It's his trip-watching other people get their jollies."
Carrie didn't like the idea at all.
"Come on, come on," her lover told her impatiently, sounding startlingly like a John himself as he unbuttoned his denim shirt. "Get undressed."
He pulled her close against his bare chest, kissing her unselfconsciously and unfastening her hot pants. Over his shoulder, Carrie could see the older man watching them with hot, intent eyes, his hands whitening at the knuckles as they gripped the arms of the chair. She tried to pretend that it was only a drug-induced dream, that they were alone together in their own room, getting ready to make love. But the harsh light was on, pitilessly exposing the tawdriness of the room and the fact that there were three of them-that she and Jimmy had an audience-a paying audience of one. And he was beginning to breathe harder as he saw her bare breasts and thighs and cunt, saw Jimmy naked too, his hands moving on her body...
"Jimmy, I-" she began to protest timidly, trying to shield herself from the John's gaze by standing against him.
"Shut up," he said gruffly, squeezing her breast so hard that the pain made her pull away.
"I want to see her cunt," the customer said loudly. "I want to watch you put your dick in her, boy."
Jimmy turned Carrie around roughly, then pushed her onto the unmade bed, so that she was kneeling on the mattress, supporting herself on her knees and elbows. She knew that her rump was thrusting out towards the seated man and that the pink folds of her cunt were visible between her parted thighs. Her face burned with embarrassment, and she tried to hide her head in the pillow and bedclothes; but Jimmy pulled her face towards him as he got up on the bed behind her and then mounted her from behind. He pressed his warm naked body against her upraised buttocks, sliding his prick between her thighs and rubbing the thick head of it over her labia. His fingers reached down to caress her breasts, stroke her nipples... Carrie shivered in anticipation as he began to push his dick up into her from below and behind, the voyeur's labored breathing punctuating the sounds of their bodies coming together.
"She goes crazy for my cock," Jimmy boasted to the john. "Just watch-"
His prick was pushing the folds of delicate rosy-hued flesh that guarded the entrance to her pussy aside, forcing the lips to part as he pressed himself more urgently into the soft pit between them. He gripped her by the shoulders and lunged, his lewd cock skewering up into her unprepared but unresisting cuntal crack. He pushed into her crotch, forcing her to take it...
"Oh, my God, Jimmy, I can feel it, come into me, darling, put your cock in me!" she babbled, oblivious to the John's presence now as her hungry cunt accepted his cockshaft. Her thighs quivered as he spread them more and she felt the smooth pulsating head of his prick rub between the silk-soft inner folds of her labia.
"You want that cock in your cunt, baby?" Jimmy taunted as he stroked her hair, her swinging breasts. "You want it all the way up your snatch?"
But he took his deliberate time, to tease and abase her further, pushing himself up into her yielding pussy inch by slow inch.
"Ahhhh-Christ!" Carrie moaned. "Put it in, darling, fuck my cunt! All the way in me, oh baby, your cock feels so good-so big-so hard!"
He grasped her by the buttocks, pulling her cunt up onto his shaft as the blunt rounded head ripped through the final barriers of flesh and the whole of the cock plunged eagerly into her.
She groaned, sick with passion, melting, swooning, as a million nerve endings were scraped to vibrant, burning life by the friction of his rigid curving shank as it entered her to the hilt, then began to slide rapidly back and forth in her vaginal sheath as he fucked her doggy-style, teasing her clit with his fingers as he screwed her from behind. With each partial withdrawal of his thick tool, she could feel the muscular folds deep in her plowed-out pussy clamp him in a desperate clam-like grip as she gasped and begged him to reenter her, to shove his dick back up into her as far as it would reach and fuck her and fuck her and fuck her! She grunted with satisfaction as he came riveting back into her cuntal canal, forcing it wide open to make way for his bulky probe, stretching the furry flanges of her blonde-haired twat lips apart as he drove in and out between them. He took his hands from her grinding asscheeks and clamped them roughly over her ripe dangling jugs, kneading her breasts with painful force as he ran his cock brutally in and out of her slushy pussy slit as though he were trying to rub her supersensitive, erected clit right off.
"Oh, oh, screw me, screw me Jimmy, fuck my pussy hard, make me come!" the young hooker demanded excitedly. And he was doing his best to meet her demands. With long thudding strokes that bruised her labia as his balls slapped up against her thighs from behind, he dog-fucked her with single-minded rapaciousness. Her pussy burned with passion as it reacted to the rhythmic pistoning that cleaved the ripe, juicy peach of her fucked genital gorge. His fingers were like steel claws digging into the flesh of her breasts as, panting hoarsely, he lunged into her even faster to bring himself off.
"Oh, oh, ah, God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck-!" Carrie screamed, as that ruthless dick tore into her vaginal maw repeatedly. He was frantic with lust now, no longer interested in her reactions, in her pleasure: he only wanted to unload in her cunt, to deliver himself of the pressures that had built up in his balls. Carrie looked up with dazed eyes. The john was jerking off as he gaped at their bestial copulation on the bed only a couple of feet from where he leaned eagerly forward in his chair... Carrie shut her eyes to block the John out, trying to pretend that it was Jimmy who was screwing her so cruelly-then she realized that it was Jimmy. She felt confused and uncomfortable, and tried to turn so that she faced her grunting, sweating, pumping lover, but he pushed her back down with a curse. Only as he felt himself getting close to erupting inside her did he allow her to bury her burning face in his shoulder, hiding from the harsh light and the hot, hungry eyes of the masturbating john. She raised her head once more, just in time to see the exultant look on Jimmy's face as he slammed his cock home for a final time-Carrie caught a blurred glimpse of her stud's big prick drilling up into her between her parted thighs, driving into her beneath the hump of her pubis-then she shivered all over as she felt the buffeting smack of spurt upon spurt of his come ripping into the innermost recesses of her waiting cunt, filling her, pushing her over the edge into her own quick, fierce orgasm...
She moaned loudly as she collapsed beneath Jimmy on the bed and let him plunge into her again and again to empty himself in her drenched pussy pot. Her emotions were mixed: despair that the fuck was over, shame that she was doing it with Jimmy in front of the john for money, disgust that her pimp would sink so low as to prostitute himself as well as her-but also pleasure, in the act itself and in the fact that he had used her body so fully and unreservedly, and that she had come, too.
"Leave it in-" she started to whisper urgently; but he was already pulling his wet, flagging prick out of her, and she felt the John getting onto the bed behind her, taking Jimmy's place as Jimmy grinned salaciously down at them both... before she could even think of protesting or resisting, their customer was thrusting his dick up into her cunt the way Jimmy had done. She was wet and slippery from the combination of Jimmy's sperm and her own flowing lubrications, and the man entered her easily, with a single clumsy lunge. He wasn't nearly as big as Jimmy, and, paradoxically, this meant that being screwed by him was less comfortable for her-his cock jabbed about inside her, bruising the delicate walls of her cunt as they tried to contract sufficiently to grip his smaller penis tightly and make it good for her.
And, like all Johns, he thought he was the world's greatest lover once he was in her, keeping up a steady stream of grunted obscenities: "Bitch-hot-cunted, sexy little whore! How's that, baby, huh? Am I as good as the other stud? Gettin' to you, ain't it-my cock in your sweet tight pussy? Feels almost as good up in there as your boyfriend's, don't it? Oh, yeah-oh, baby, what a hot juicy piece of ass you are-I could fuck you like this forever-move your ass a little, will you, come on, do it real sexy like you did when he was in you, really fuck me now..."
His cock rammed back and forth inside her, his whole body shuddering as he banged against her buttocks; he muttered, the breath laboring from his lips, his saliva-like a frenzied, humping dog's-dripping down onto her sweating, shining back, as he hammered his puny prick into her cunt harder and faster...
"Come here, boy!" the man muttered passionately. Carrie, groaning and writhing on the bed as he screwed her so brutally, looked up, dazed. She couldn't believe what she saw! Jimmy was kneeling on the mattress beside her, gripping his cock in his fist and pumping on it feverishly to get it hard again. The john reached for it-and guided the swollen purplish glans of the young stud'b penis between his lips. Jimmy took his hand away from his cock and shoved the entire solid length of it deep into the John's eagerly opening mouth and throat. He grabbed a handful of the businessman's greying hair and began to fuck the guy's face as callously as the cock-sucking john was fucking Carrie's cunt. And the john loved it-!
"Suck it, you bastard," Jimmy gritted out fiercely through clenched teeth as he worked his hips to rape that willing throat. "Suck on my dick while you fuck the bitch's cunt for her! You paid for it, so take it! Take it all! Suck me real good..." Carrie buried her head into the pillow to try to block the sounds out. But she couldn't block out the pain as the man's cock slammed into her again and again and again, as the blow job he was giving Jimmy excited him so much that he was in real danger of suffering a heart attack as he penetrated the young prostitute's bruised pussy with bestial abandon.
CHAPTER NINE
The luscious redhead pranced out onto the narrow stage, a spotlight playing over her half-naked body-half-naked; but those parts of it that were clothed were decked out in a costume that had cost nearly a thousand dollars. Her long, lithe legs, which looked even longer in high heels, were sheathed in glittery stockings embellished with sequins sewn in arabesque patterns up each calf and thigh; her strip pants and strip bra were brief and sheer, but fringed with tassels and ornamented with more sequins and gleaming rhinestones; a burst of ostrich and pheasant feathers, mixed together fancifully, jutted from her pert rump, and a similar crown of exotic plumage was balanced on her head; her diamond necklace and long, dangling earrings were real, and so were the stones in the many bracelets that she wore over the elbow-length opera gloves on her arms. The strong, unambiguously sexual beat of the rock music swelled louder as the girl made an expert pirouette and began to strip for the benefit of the cheering and clapping crowd that filled the floor of the dimly-lit nightclub.
She began with the strip bra, slowly, provocatively, opening the catch between the wired cups, flashing first one full breast, then the other, as she danced, before suddenly peeling the lacy brassiere off altogether and flinging it aside with a gesture of disdain as the men in the audience roared their approval. Her breasts were magnificent-size forty, but upright and firm-thanks to the clever little curved, flesh-colored supports pasted to her chest underneath, which the audience couldn't see but which served the same purpose the bra had. Her tits were not quite bare: a tasseled pasty was fastened over each nipple with adhesive gum. The tassels began to swing in rapid complete circles as the stripper crouched down and performed a dizzying set of fast bumps and grinds.
Her hands slid down over her breasts and flanks to grasp the elastic hip band of the strip panties and shrug them down over her writhing buttocks and hips. Now the spectators could see that the girl's cunt was covered-just barely-by a gleaming metallic G-string. She peeled the strip pants down her long legs, freeing first one foot, then the other. She threw each bare hip towards the audience in turn, smiling and winking over her shoulder as her hands fumbled, with deliberate awkwardness, with the fastening of the lacy garter on her right thigh. She pulled the garter off and swung it over her head before tossing it out over the heads of the diners seated at tables in the rows nearest the stage. A young man leapt to his feet, caught the garter, and pressed the prize to his lips before sitting back down. People laughed at the angry look the woman with him shot her escort, who was more interested in the stripper than in her.
Now the musicians stepped up the tempo and increased the volume, and the heavy action began onstage. The redhead squirmed about in the pool of light cast by the spotlight as she unbuckled the strap that held her feathered "tail" in place on her behind and tossed that, too, aside. She unbuttoned one long glove, taking her time, and stripped it off, flinging it to the audience as she had the garter. The other glove came off-but she didn't toss it. Instead, she passed it between her legs and began to rub it back and forth over the G-stringed mound of her cunt, the way she might dry herself with a towel after taking a bath. The audience went wild; some of the bolder guys got up from their tables and crowded against the edge of the platform, reaching out and begging for the trophy... finally, with a shrug and a smile, the redhead hurled the glove to one of the men. He pressed it to his face and inhaled, savoring the rich womanly odor left in the warmed material from its prolonged contact with the girl's pussy.
The stripper lifted her breasts in her hands as she shook her ass at the crowd, sparkles of reflected light dancing off her sequined stockings and G-string, off her glittering jewelry. She suddenly ripped the tasseled pasty from her left tit, baring the rouged nipple, and threw it to the crowd. The second pasty followed; guys fought over it, cursing and shoving; the bouncers got ready to intervene if necessary... but the girl onstage knew how to calm an unruly mob down-temporarily!-as well as how to excite them. Her dance became languid, blatantly sexual, narcissistic, as she ran her hands over her naked breasts and toyed with the skimpy G-string, wetting her parted, panting lips with a pink tongue as she glanced at individual spectators in turn with lust-glazed eyes. There was an almost palpable tension in the nightclub as she let the suspense build to an intolerable level, amid frantic cries of "Take it off, Georgia!" and "All the way!" and "Bare it, beautiful!" from the aroused males in the audience. The rock music rose in a savage crescendo, and drums pounded out a fast, heart-stopping coital rhythm as the stripper who billed herself as "Ms.
Georgia Peach" finally tore at the fastenings of the G-string and worked them open. Her tanned body glistened with a fine film of sweat as she went into an unbelievable series of bumps and grinds and pelvis movements that threatened to bring the house down. Then, with a cry of excitement, she turned to face the audience and ripped the G-string away. She stood naked except for the stockings and the feathered tiara set on her bright-red mane of hair. Her mons veneris had been shaved bare and the dark-pink slit of her cuntlips was shockingly outlined against the creamy, hairless skin. The labia were rouged, too; but that wasn't why everyone in the auditorium gaped at that proudly displayed cunt. The girl had her pussylips pierced where they met at the top, and a tiny, delicate gold ring was set in the punctures, guarding her clit. She stood with her legs spread wide and her head thrown back, her arms held high, long enough to let everyone get a good look; then there was a total blackout as the music crashed to its final chords-only to be drowned out as it echoed by a chorus of screams and cheers.
The stage lights went up again as Ms. Georgia Peach, modestly swathed in a tight-fitting kimono that covered without concealing, took her bows, then retreated to allow the next act to go on. The second stripper was pretty and could dance, but she had a tough act to follow and the audience response was noticeably less intense as she began to take it all off.
Melissa ran into her dressing room and slumped into the chair in front of her dressing table. She was exhausted after doing her act, and it was all she could do to wriggle out of the kimono and get rid of that ridiculous feather crown so she could pat her body dry with a towel and dust herself with a scented powder, all over. She felt better then, and wanted a cigarette badly; but first she had to take off that damned ring in her cunt. It never failed to turn the men on, but it itched-it was bad enough that she had to shave her pussy every day. She was beginning to seriously consider electrolysis-it would be worth the money. With a sigh, Melissa carefully removed the little gold ring and deposited it in its velvet-lined box on the table. Then she grabbed her cigarettes and lighter. How she'd survived before she took up smoking, she never knew. A lot of the other girls needed uppers to help them through the day, or night as the case might be, but Melissa was too smart to go the hard-drug route. She never even drank except when she was out on a date on her nights off from the club.
Relaxed, smoking up a storm, she leaned forward to examine herself in the well-lighted mirror and repair her elaborate stage make-up. She was still a beauty, she knew-she had to keep herself in good shape for her work. Having her hair tinted red all over had been an inspiration. She knew other strippers and showgirls her age twenty-three-who looked a hell of a lot older. Worn out. Not her. Yet! But damn that slight separation between her two front teeth. And double damn that lousy dentist who'd wanted three hundred bucks to fix it for her. She offered, of course, to sleep with the creep if he'd do the cap job for free and he had thought she was joking! When she made it clear she was serious, he'd been shocked out of his gourd and had pretended he still didn't believe her,. Then it had dawned on her that he didn't want her! Dr. Richard Schwarz, a crummy little dentist, didn't want to screw her! Melissa Hardy, the "Georgia peach," who only fucked the big boys-she, who was known here in Vegas as the "celebrity-fucker"! She should've guessed right away that the son of a bitch was gay!
Oh, well, you had to live and learn! She sure had done her share of both these past few years, even since she'd run away from the South to seek her fortune as a stripper and sometimes whore-you couldn't really be a stripper, or in show business, period, without sometimes putting out in exchange for work or other benefits. She was making between three and four hundred dollars a week, not counting tips and the presents of cash or clothes she accepted from the guys she dated. But living in Las Vegas was expensive-she had to provide her own costumes and keep them in good repair, and there were all those throw-aways--the panties and bras and pasties and G-strings she had to pass out among the crowd every time she did her number. Still, she could afford the cap job-it was just the principle of the thing. There had to be one dentist in the area who was straight!
Sharing an apartment with another girl helped keep expenses down-come to think of it, she'd had difficulty finding a girl to share with who wasn't a lesbian, or at least avowedly bisexual! But Roberta, like Melissa, was an exception-a showgirl who only liked men. Lots of men, and the richer the better. Their hours were alike-Roberta was in the chorus line at one of the big-name hotels-and they dug the same scene. They had met at Palm Springs during a wild week-long vacation: six girls had anted up to share a cottage with a pool, and they christened it the House of the Six Swingers. They had a blackboard and kept score. Every time one of them banged a guy, the others had to put a dollar in the kitty. And at the end of the week the girl who had banged the most men won the pot. Roberta had beaten Melissa out by more than a dozen men! But then, Roberta wasn't choosy. She was a great girl, a fun kid, but she had no class. She'd even fuck a dealer from one of the casinos, or an assistant manager at the hotel she worked for, if he was cute or well-hung-and a guy didn't have to be both to make it in Roberta's book. In Melissa's book, guys like that might qualify to escort her to a bar-not home from it!-provided they paid her way and she was desperate. But she was never quite that desperate, thank God and her good looks.
She looked great, she had to admit with complete objectivity, staring at her reflection pitilessly in the mirror and searching in vain for some flaw. She'd probably had more men in these nine years since she'd lost her cherry than most women went through in a lifetime, but it didn't show. She was still tight-all over! The stripping kept her slim and in firm shape, with a little help from her friends. She pulled the pasted-on breast lifts off with a sigh of relief. She was "only" twenty-three, but back home in Georgia that was a scandalous age for a girl still to be unmarried. Of course, Melissa was officially married to the Reverend Sebastian Briggs, unless he'd wised up and divorced her since her desertion of him and the baby she'd passed off on the mother fucking son of a bitch. She didn't know and didn't care. Anyone was entitled to one big mistake, and letting herself be talked into getting married to avoid the shame of being an unwed mother had been hers. Out here, people only laughed when she mentioned, casually, that she'd been raped by her own two brothers and had borne one of them a son. It was no big deal in the circles she moved in now.
Maybe, one of these days, she ought to take the trouble to get a divorce so she'd be free to marry if anything good showed up. She'd already had offers, tempting ones, either to live with a guy or to make it official with him. But she enjoyed playing the field. And Melissa wasn't going to settle for anything less than a top celebrity. Even a one-night stand with a star was preferable to a mediocre existence with some Mr. Nice-Guy Nobody. After all, when she held a sexy movie actor in her arms and showed him all the tricks she'd picked up over the years to please a man in bed, and he gasped out, "Baby... baby, you're absolutely the greatest!" as he shot inside her cunt and she had her own orgasm right along with him-well, that moment made up for everything else. During those stolen seconds of orgasmic bliss she wasn't just Melissa Hardy from a hick town in Georgia, or even just Georgia Peach, a high-class stripper. She was a star fucker-she was somebody.
A couple of hours later, after she'd gotten off work at the club, Melissa prepared herself carefully for her date with her latest conquest. One of the many things she'd learned since making the big time was a little class, and her good taste showed in her choice of an outfit for the evening. She didn't need all those ghastly crotchless panties and diaphanous gowns showing a lot of tit-the kind of clothes that made a woman look like an unsuccessful drag queen. She got enough of that shit during her working hours! On her own time, she dressed elegantly and expensively. Her suit jacket and mid-calf-length skirt were of black velvet; her blouse and stockings were dark brown; she wore a long white silk scarf around her neck and carried an alligator handbag. No jewelry now, except for a single small diamond clip to direct attention towards her cleavage-the blouse had a plunging neckline and she pinned the clip exactly where a man would want his hand to be when he took a look at her. She looked more like a young woman executive than a stripper.
Her escort tonight was Justin, a closet queen who was fun to be with and, more importantly, was an up-and-coming movie producer who gladly steered horny actors in Melissa's direction. He'd promised to take her to a "wild party" tonight, and Melissa wasn't disappointed when they got to the elaborate penthouse suite-she never did find out who the host was. Some of the other guests who mingled freely in the huge living room, or wandered out onto the terrace, were in evening clothes; others were much more casually dressed; a few were already nude. And just about everyone seemed to be high on one thing or another. It was definitely Melissa's kind of scene.
"You have your choice," a naked young guy with long hair and a beard told Justin and Melissa matter-of-factly. "The hot tub, the orgy room, or this Italian kid who's still a virgin, he claims, and who's waiting to get it both ways at once."
"Oh, let's make the rounds of all three," Melissa quipped. "I'm no good at making these petty decisions-come on, Justin, take it off!"
Moments later, the voluptuous redhead was lying face down on a bed while Justin and the bearded stud massaged her back with Jean Nate body lotion. Both men were naked, of course, and various guests in a similar condition passed through the room on their way to soak in the huge hot tub. Melissa sipped her bourbon and branch water. The constant caress of those four warm, oiled hands on her body quickly got her aroused; the sight of the two hard-ons her masseurs were sporting wasn't exactly a turn-off, either. Melissa decided it was high time to stop the fucking around and get around to the fucking!
She rolled over and pressed her body against Justin's as he leaned over her, smiling, and began to stroke her inner thighs and the mound of her pruned pussy. Her crotch felt hot and tingly as the moist twitching and pouting of her darkening labia betrayed her excitement. She thrust her sumptuous pubes at the two naked men.
"Take me!" she urged them, in a throaty whisper. "Let's fuck! I've had a rough day-I need a little R and R-'Rutting and Reaming'!"
And then they were upon her, embracing her slippery nude body, fondling her tits and ass and cunt, stroking, kissing, licking, their hoarse pants of arousal mingling with their own sighs and murmurs of narcissistic pleasure as she squirmed, eel-like, between them. Justin sank to his knees in front of her and crushed his hot, flushed face between her thighs. His mustache tickled her sensitive shaved pussylips as he ran his hand up and down her leg and flicked his tongue over her clit. Bearded Stud stood behind Melissa and pulled her back against his chest, his fingers seizing and pinching her taut nipples as he shoved his erection between her thighs from behind, the stiff length of his Jean Nate-lubricated cock pressing into the deep valley that lay between her asscheeks. His lips caressed her throat, her cheek, her shoulder... with a sexy laugh, the redhead worked her ass against his groin to get him even harder and hotter for her.
With a moan, Justin swept his wet tongue over her cunt.
"Eat me, Justin darling!" the stripper commanded haughtily, twisting her long legs to shove her tasty cunt closer to his slavering mouth. "I want you to eat my cunt for me-stick that hot tongue up into my box of toys and make me come! And then fuck me! Fuck that cunt with your big, hard cock!"
"Oh-yeah," Justin gasped as he went to work.
The other guy was busy, too, gathering Melissa's scented hair in his hands and rubbing his sweaty body against hers from behind, his greased dick sliding freely back and forth between her thighs. Licking his lips, Justin grasped her buttocks with both hands to pull her cunt against his mouth as he opened it wide and kissed her moist vulva, then drove his tongue between the tender folds of lush, blushing flesh and tickled the membranes that lined the honey pot. Melissa shuddered deliriously as that tongue drilled in and out of her trembling pussy and Bearded Stud yanked her head back over her shoulder so he could tongue-kiss with his unshaven lips. Two tongues stabbed into her various orifices as she felt her cunt getting hotter and wetter, spilling its frothy liquids into Justin's sucking mouth and exciting him to even greater oral exertions.
Grunting hoarsely as he ate her out, Justin eased two of his fingertips into her labia to pull them apart and make more room for his tongue. He thrust fingers and tongue deeper into her snatch to hold it open as his stiffened, probing, indefatigable tongue penetrated her creaming cunt again and again, driving Melissa frantic with awakening desire for cock as she writhed helplessly, trapped between the two muscular bodies. Her full breasts ached from the grip of Bearded Stud's rough fingers on the large, swollen nipples, and her well-cushioned asscheeks clenched and relaxed in turn as she felt the walls of her cervix and vaginal canal tense up and contract with a slight rippling spasm-a preview of coming attractions!
Her shameless, insatiable body welcomed it all-the feel of the bearded guy's lips on her tits as he leaned down to suck on those nipples that had attracted his attention so...the way Justin moaned as he ran his tongue all around her cuntlips to lick up the moisture that sparkled on them before thrusting it against her clit and deep into her snatch again to lave it out... the fingers that ran all over her flesh, kneading, massaging, squeezing... the weight and mass and throbbing tension of the bearded stud's prick when she took it in her fist and began to jerk him off as he sucked on her tits so hungrily, as though he expected milk to spurt into his mouth from them at any moment. She pumped her hand up and down energetically on the thick shaft. The head of his cock was dark with blood and a gleaming trickle of semen already oozed out of the hole and dribbled down over her fingers. Justin was beating off with one hand, too, she noticed, as he plunged at least half of his other hand into her vulva and massaged her pussy roughly as he tore his smeared mouth away from her cunt to catch his breath and look up at her with glazed eyes.
"Want to get fucked, baby?" he asked. A rhetorical question if she'd ever heard one!
But Bearded Stud was too aroused by now to hang around waiting for sloppy seconds. He lifted his head from her tits and moved back to his former position, standing behind Melissa and jamming his body against hers. He took his cock in his fist and rammed it up under the redhead's butt and between her parted thighs. That blunt, oily cockhead rubbed over her russet-furred perineum for a second, then ground up into the mushy space between her wide-spread pussylips. Justin was generously keeping his fingers buried in Melissa's snatch to hold it open for Bearded Stud; now he used his other hand to stuff the head of the other guy's hard-on between Melissa's labia and up into her cunt. Greater love hath no man than this! was what Sebastian Briggs would probably have said.
"Fuck the bitch, man! Let her have your dick!
Shove it into her! Ram it right up into that juicy cunt of hers and really throw a fuck into her!" Justin cried excitedly, caressing Melissa's breasts with one hand and Bearded Stud's muscular ass with the other.
"She's too tight," Bearded Stud complained as he manfully strove to insert the rest of his colossal cock into her.
"Bullshit!" Melissa hissed, exasperated by this frustrating delay. "I've taken dicks twice as big as yours in my day, sonny boy!" She humped her pelvis downwards and spread her legs to open up her cunt more, then let out a triumphant cry of fulfillment as she felt her efforts being rewarded as that immense dick tore through her splitting labia, shoving them aside, and wedged itself up into her cervix with a terrific, burning friction that almost gave her an orgasm at once. She leaned back against the gasping, stunned Bearded Stud and impaled herself upon his turgid manhood to the thick root. He stroked her breasts and hips as he began to fuck her, still unable to believe that she'd taken him so easily, so completely-Justin, watching that huge pole pump in and out of his stripper friend's tight cunt, thought he was going to have a heart attack as he gaped at the erotic tableau taking place mere inches from his face. The hilt of that pulsing horse cock and the bull-like balls were visible; the rest of the tool was buried deep inside Melissa's twat. The sexy stripper had thrown her ass into high gear, literally screwing her cunt down upon the impaling prick to get maximum friction as her fine-tuned labia gripped the shaft and, flexing rapidly with little fluttering motions around it, massaged it like a warm, wet mouth, bring Bearded Stud close to blasting his swollen nuts every time he thrust up into that juicy snatch.
Justin moved in closer and began to stroke the base of Bearded Stud's cock where it disappeared in Melissa's pussy, and kissed the redhead's nipples as the fucker had done, mouthing the rosy nubs passionately. His fingers toyed with the other man's huge balls as he screwed Melissa. He didn't seem to mind: on the contrary, the sudden pressure on his nuts was just what Bearded Stud needed to blast inside that tormenting twat. He groaned as, shuddering violently from head to foot, he unloaded, his cock leaping and twitching within the soft but unrelenting grip of Melissa's pussy as he flooded it with his come-thick bursts of warm creaminess that filled her cuntal canals to overflowing and leaked out to wet Justin's caressing fingers.
"Ohhhhh-ahhhhh," Melissa moaned as her own orgasm seized her. "I'm coming-coming--coming! Ah, yes, yes, oh fuck yes! I'm coming again and again on your beautiful big cock! Fuck it into me while I come! Justin, suck on my tits some more, do it really hard, bite them please, oh yes, oh God! Ahhhhhh-!" Her cunt convulsed in multiple orgasm as Bearded Stud tightened his muscular buttocks to pump the last spurts of his jazz into her vaginal reservoir. Then he slumped, went limp against her body, and yanked his dripping dick out of her without further ado and stumbled off to climb into the big wooden tub and recuperate there. Melissa's cunt cried out in mute anguish for something to fill it-and Justin obliged at once, entering her brutally, quickly, sinking his smaller but by no means despicable endowment deep into her come-saturated tissues in a single gut-clutching thrust. He fucked her furiously as her cunt clamped shut again around the cylindrical stuffing that had been shoved up into it and that was already stretching her cervix wider open and sliding rapidly, roughly, back and forth within that narrow tunnel, forcing the tender vaginal membranes to move with it... "Oh fuck," Melissa said. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!" She could already feel another series of crushing spasms approaching deep in her body as Justin screwed her...
Afterwards, she and Justin joined the people in the tub; but Melissa didn't stay in the steaming water long. She was just getting warmed up. She wrapped a towel around her body and wandered back into the living room. Somebody had produced a box of amyl nitrate capsules and was passing them around. Couples and trios were balling on the floor.
She found the Italian boy Bearded Stud had mentioned and introduced herself to him...five minutes later she was leading him into an unoccupied bedroom and undressing him. He was only eighteen, and very shy; he dove underneath the satin sheets of the bed and pulled them up to his chin when Melissa dropped her towel. She joined him under the sheets and they began to kiss and cuddle-until she couldn't restrain herself any longer and began to move her fingers up and down the boy's naked body.
Arturo (this time she'd taken the time to learn her partner's name) still didn't seem to quite know what to do, so she guided his hands to her breasts and invited him to play with her nipples. If that didn't get the kid warmed up, she'd write him off as hopeless. Then Melissa pulled his handsome face lower so that his lush red mouth could cup the point of her left breast, assisted by his kneading fingers... at least he showed himself quite proficient at breast-feeding; so she decided it was time to initiate him further. In no time the soothing but stimulating grasp of her busy fingers had made his cock swell to four times its size when soft. She pulled his dark head away from her boobs and down towards her pussy, at the same time slithering around herself so she could go down on Arturo while he ate her cunt. To her surprise, he got the hang of cunnilingus almost at once and was soon slurping away at the delicious dish between her satiny thighs as though he'd been nourished on hot pussy all his life. Just as they finished devouring each other's genitals and Arturo was still hard and just about to put his cock inside Melissa's creaming cunt, the bedroom door, which she'd forgotten to secure, flew open and a naked blonde girl came rushing in, babbling, "Oh, hi! Is there any Koromex Jelly or Vaseline in here? We're out of it in the living room, and Paul Ericson is here and wants to screw as many girls as he can-he has such a big cock that we're all afraid to go first; but I said I would if we could find something to grease him up with to make it easier..."
Arturo was already half-dressed in his shirt and bikini underpants, blushing scarlet and beating a hasty retreat at this interruption; Melissa decided to let him go. She'd catch him again in a couple of years after he'd lost his cherry once and for all and knew what to do with his equipment. The thought of fucking Paul Ericson thrilled her. He was a top star and gorgeous, and it was rumored that he was hung like a chandelier. Apparently, those rumors were true... she'd soon find out. She jumped out of the rumpled bed and pushed her way past the dumb blonde bitch who was afraid to take Paul Ericson on dry. How stupid could a girl get?
When she got to the living room, Melissa couldn't believe the scene that greeted her. Justin was on the floor in front of the fireplace with a brunette nymphet sitting on his chest and being vigorously eaten out by him; while, down below, another girl was taking Justin's cock into her, mouth and throat in large gulping swallows, up and down, in and out; while Paul Ericson-stark naked and sporting the largest hard-on, cock-ringed yet, that Melissa had ever seen in her life, was directing the entire scene, at the same time managing to fondle a voluptuous older woman from behind with a hand which went through her legs and up into her writhing, wet cunt as she pressed her body against a third guy who was tongue-kissing her and feeling up her huge breasts. About a dozen guests had stopped whatever they were doing themselves to watch the movie actor make his directorial debut... whenever Ericson raised his head to shout encouragement to someone, he used his free hand to push the kneeling girl's mouth further down on Justin's lucky prick. Paul Ericson was six-foot-two, a husky blond Viking; but his eyes were dull and red-rimmed tonight from sniffing either poppers or coke. He had plenty of company, though... the scene was just wild!
"So you're that juicy Georgia Peach that Justin, here, has been telling me all about," Paul leered up at Melissa as she approached him, nude and curious. "Think you can handle it, honey?" He thrust his hips at her to display his titanic endowment. It belonged in a freak show; but Melissa felt only an overpowering lust to impale herself upon that maypole-even if it killed her! A big celebrity like Paul Ericson-and he was gorgeous and hung like that besides!
"I've handled worse," she boasted.
He merely grunted, then offered her the box of amyl nitrates; when Melissa declined, he momentarily lost interest in her. Paul shoved the kneeling girl's head down into Justin's crotch. Melissa certainly didn't know where she put all that cock, but she seemed to be enjoying herself as she deep-throated Justin nonstop, never even coming up for air.
Paul pulled his wet fingers out of the older woman's cunt and wiped them on Melissa's breast-cupping the ripe pear-shaped mound firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh until she winced. Then he put his other hand on the back of her neck and forced her head down.
"Suck me," he said coldly, as he pushed her down onto her knees on the floor in front of his big body.
Everyone was watching the two of them-even the girl whom Justin was eating had turned her head to look. Melissa gaped at the monstrous phallus that Paul Ericson was thrusting at her face. That penis looked even more enormous close up... the pressure of his hands on her shoulders was unmistakable, a vise-like grip guiding her into the position in which, surrounded by leering strangers, she was expected to accommodate him with her mouth. Melissa shrugged as she raised one hand to brush her long red hair back from her face. She'd never know if she could take that thing until she tried..
She managed to lick her lips to moisten them just before Paul leaned down and jammed his thumbs at her jaw, pushing it open, making her part her luscious lips and form her mouth into a wide oval for him. Melissa pushed her face against his crotch. The thick, rigid shaft of his member brushed against her blushing cheek and then she felt the huge smooth bulb of the foreskin-sheathed knob pressing against her lips. Moaning, she let the head of the big penis penetrate her mouth. Paul's hands clasped around the back of her head, pushing her face into his groin, rubbing her nose in his wiry blond pubic bush, as the whole of his rubbery cockhead slammed deep into her oral cavity, filling it-bloating it! God! Melissa shivered uncontrollably, as though someone had poured icy water down her naked back, as she strained to close her mouth around the frenulum of his cock. She had just the tip of it in her mouth, and it was uncomfortably bulky-she'd never be able to take the rest! No way! It would choke her to death for sure if she tried... if he tried to force her...
She gagged and panicked momentarily when the rounded dome of the dickhead settled against the top of her throat, pressing hard into the rear of her full mouth. Then, realizing that she could still breathe through her flared nostrils, taking a deep breath through them and savoring the musky odor of the actor's sweaty crotch, Melissa forced herself to relax as Paul fed another inch of solid cockshaft through her lips. She moved her tongue out of the way to make more room in her mouth, rotating it around his bulky shaft. And she began to apply a light, firm suction around the head of the penis, straining her head back against Paul's grip to avoid sucking the cock down into her windpipe just yet. He allowed her to pull back a little, giving her, her "head," as it were, as she eagerly increased the suction, pulling on the shaft with her lips, hollowing her cheeks, giving him more aggressive caresses with the tip of her wet, slithery tongue.
Christ! He was getting harder-bigger-as she worked on him! It just wasn't possible-the guy had to be some kind of freak! His cock stirred and swelled within her mouth; she felt it; her mouth had to open even wider... there was more pressure between her gaping lips, an ever-growing bulkiness shaping her bruised mouth into an obscene circle around it; there was a steady, insistent pressure against the back of her mouth as the crown of the engorging joint ballooned and inflated. Her tongue tested the amazing dimensions the prick was swelling to, flickering this way and that over the shaft.
Melissa was beginning to enjoy herself. It was easily the biggest cock she'd ever sucked, and a thrill of pride ran through her as she realized that she was doing a damn good job on it, now that her initial fear had subsided. She reared up on her knees, burying her face in his crotch, stretching her body languidly and tilting her head back to accommodate the forceful elongation that was now slipping down into her throat inch by thick, filling inch... she glanced upwards at Paul and winked-she couldn't smile!-and, as he let go of her head and began to grunt and move his hips against her face, fucking her mouth in a steady rhythm, she began to bob her head back and forth even faster than he was silently urging her to by his lewd movements.
Ignoring the lewd exclamations of awe and the amazed comments of the spectators, Melissa gripped the backs of Paul's powerful thighs, then his buttocks, holding onto him as her head jerked up and down in a blur, her silky hair flying, a series of incoherent ummmphs, urrghs, and ooohs dribbling from her saliva-trickling lips as she sucked and sucked, her breasts rising and falling as she drew deep, desperate breaths, her nude body gleaming with sweat, her fingers straying between her parted thighs to soothe her inflamed cuntlips.
Paul gasped suddenly, and pulled his cock all the way out of Melissa's mouth and throat. "That's enough of that," the blond bastard grunted. "I want to see if the other hole's that good!"
Melissa stood up, glad to stretch herself and relieve the aching in her legs from having knelt so long... her mouth and throat were also grateful for the rest! She spread her legs and' put her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts out proudly and tossing her red hair over her shoulders. "Anytime you're ready, big man," she sneered, feeling quite sure of herself now. She'd cut Mr. Super-cock down to size!
He stepped closer to her, his gigantic cock swaying between his thighs, the head and shaft glistening from the saliva she'd bathed them in. It was like an enormous blunt-ended log raised in readiness for her, and for a moment doubts about her ability to take it and survive the experience occurred to her again. But it was too late to back down now! Two of the male guests, one of them none other than her old acquaintance Bearded Stud, were kneeling on either side of her on the floor, grasping her ankles and pulling her feet remorselessly apart; apparently they knew only too well the difficulty involved in ramming Paul Ericson's cock into a normal-sized snatch. Another man stepped up behind Melissa and supported her by pressing his palms against her back: otherwise she would have fallen, for her legs were now spread too wide to enable her to stand comfortably. And Paul was rubbing his chest against her breasts, trying to thrust himself up into her. She gritted her teeth and pushed her pelvis down and out to help, but it looked like a truly impossible fit. Her slippery vaginal crevice merely skated back and forth across the end of his monstrous shaft!
Then the guy standing behind inserted both his index fingers into her too-tight cuntal crevice and began to spread it wide open. Melissa whimpered as the guy coaxed her elastic lips apart, stretching them, widening the entrance to her vulva so that it began to yield to the unbelievably painful insertion of that massive penis.
She was helpless, unable to call a halt to this torturous rape of her body even had she wanted to; she could only stare down incredulously as Paul wormed his way up into her cunt. His prick had forced the vaginal lips far enough apart bo that its bludgeoning head had half-disappeared into her twat. There was a fantastic, constant pressure between the straining sockets of her thighbones, against the bony plates of her pelvis, which grated as Paul's horse cock began to jack them apart. Those fingers in her cunt tugged harder, making her gasp with pain; but the rim of her pussy stretched ever wider, forming a broad oval around the cockshaft that was entering it inch by inch, yielding bit by bit as the penetration continued. The guy standing behind Melissa eased his fingers out of her taut pussy rim, reached up and began pushing down on her shoulders, adding her weight to the forces that were working towards the awesome coupling of huge cock with tiny cunt.
Despite her struggles, her hysterical protestations and pleas to go Blower, not to tear her pussy right open, her legs were being tugged even farther apart, her pelvis was being shoved back under her until nearly all of her weight and that of the man holding her from behind was concentrated on the last millimeter of expanding cuntal crater that spread itself bit by tense, straining bit over the thick pillar of the penis. Melissa felt a dreadful splitting sensation rip through her womb and knew that the head of that awful cock had pierced the portals of her cunt completely and was buried well within her...it was as bad as losing her cherry a second time: she fully expected to see blood spurt from her wounded cunt at any moment.
"Ahhh-no!" she groaned, sick with pain and terror, as her body bore down upon the impaling fence-post of a prick and her cunt convulsed not with orgasmic ecstasy but with raw pain! "Oh, God! Fuck, no! No! It's just too fucking big, it can't even be human, nobody could take it, oh no, oh, oh, no, I can't, you're killing me, tearing me apart, my poor cunt-!" She stopped pleading with them and simply opened her mouth wide and screamed, piercingly, as Paul thrust himself eagerly upwards and rammed another third of his cock into her delicate private parts, raping them viciously.
The guests were wide-eyed with erotic shock as they watched the movie star's notorious organ disappear by slow, scream-punctuated degrees into the sultry redhead's traumatized body.
She was sinking down upon it inexorably, her crotch nakedly distorted around the shaft, cloven grotesquely by Paul's sheer bulk. She could feel her womb being already stretched to its bursting point as he began to fuck her with that baseball bat, driving it in and out of the elastic cylinder of her cuntal canal in slow, powerful strokes. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Paul's hips, and threw her arms around his neck, so that she was supported only by his prick as it pistoned remorselessly in and out of her body. In and out, down and forward, back and forth, fucking her and fucking her and fucking her as her vaginal secretions flowed in unusual quantities in a desperate, instinctive effort to lubricate the mighty cock that was devastating her cunt with each thrust and withdrawal.
They were both panting like a pair of rutting animals as their eyes met; but the sneering cynicism on the handsome blonde's face had changed to undisguised admiration and lust as Melissa rode him as no other woman had ridden him before. He grinned lasciviously at her through the sweat that ran down his face, and Melissa felt a sudden surge of elation. It wasn't really so bad, after all. She was doing it-fucking that big cock that the other girls were afraid of! She found new strength, new endurance, and began to work with Paul's thrusts instead of against them, and the big man grunted with satisfaction as his cock plowed in and out of her with much less effort. Her cries of delirious joy rained down on him as they pumped laboriously together until Melissa felt her insides gradually turning to warm liquid jelly, all her nerves seemingly clustered around the prick that churned about within her cunt. She ground her body down on it in a furious screwing motion, feeling every solid inch of the thick shaft slide up through her knotted cuntal muscles and massage the very depths of her spasming vagina. God! how fucking good it felt now that she had gotten used to it!
Paul Ericson lunged up into her more and more violently. Each stroke of his massive rod ignited fireworks of passion within her body as her blazing vaginal tissues responded to the fierce caress of his cock. She drove her tortured body past the point of pain to a new level of pleasure and fulfillment. The fire that spread throughout her body was unlike anything she had ever experienced or even dreamed about! She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling her whole body become a single tight sheath of cringing flesh wrapped tightly around that enormous penis. Successive orgasms shook her cunt, one after the other, each more intense, more draining, more satisfying, than the last, until she was screaming for sheer joy. And then, thrillingly, Paul's raping engine-like cock seemed to swell up even larger within her body and there was a breathtaking pressure and friction just before he exploded in her cunt, blasting his scalding sperm up into her very soul, penetrating the extremities of her thoroughly-fucked body as she surrendered herself completely to his lust and felt herself orgasming again and again and again, endlessly it seemed, around his erupting prick. She wanted it to go on forever...and maybe it would...
