Gail Roberts felt all fluttery inside. This was her first time alone with a man since her husband had left her, more than seven years earlier. A part of her carefully coifed, jet-black hair came loose and touched the nape of her neck. The rest of it was in an upsweep. Her hair made her white skin seem even whiter. She had deep, wide brown eyes, a slender nose, and full red lips which she licked now and again with a pink tongue. A yellow mini-dress covered her full, small, perfectly shaped breasts. She had a skimpy bra to keep them from jiggling, but their firmness was obvious. Her narrow waist was as pinched as a wasp's, and though she didn't have bloated hips, they did round out nicely where the mini-dress ended. Her smooth, tapered thighs, encased in pantyhose, trembled a little, because she knew this was more than a simple date.
Gail had gone out with Sam Mallo a half-dozen times, now. The first time he had simply walked her to her door and said good-night. The second time he had kissed her gently. The third time he had kissed her passionately, and she had liked it. The fourth time, they had kissed in his car, and his hand had touched her firm breasts under her dress. The fifth time she had let him dip his finger between her thighs, managing to keep him from going further by promising she would willingly give him everything on the next date. And this was it.
Gail had a fifteen-year-old daughter, Lisa. Lisa was as tall as her mother, with long, straight, dark-brown hair. Her face had an innocent, babyish quality about it that captivated almost every male who saw her.
Gail had been careful about Lisa's upbringing to the point of prudishness. She forbade her daughter's taking part in any physical fitness programs because she didn't want Lisa undressing and showing her naked body to anyone; not even other girls. So Lisa was also excluded from hygiene classes and sex education courses. And since Lisa was a loner, not associating with other girls in school, she learned nothing from them, either. When it came to sex, Lisa knew absolutely nothing, and Gail intended keeping her ignorant until the young girl was finally married, which ought not to be for many years, yet.
Knowing what was going to happen between Sam and herself, Gail had insisted Lisa spend the night at her grandmother's house, a few blocks away. Gail's mother was just as strict as Gail, so the women knew Lisa would be under constant supervision.
The only reason Gail had decided to allow Sam into her apartment was her remembrances of what her former husband had been able to do with his tongue. Though the man had never been able to induce a climax in her while fucking her, after he'd finished poking her with his cock, he'd always go down on her and stimulate her clit with his tongue, until she, too, came. And since her husband had left her, Gail, who abhorred the thought of masturbation, had not had a climax of any kind and was terribly frustrated.
So after an enjoyable evening of dining and dancing, Gail had brought Sam back to her apartment. It was a small apartment with an eat-in kitchen, a small living room, and a tiny bedroom and bathroom. There were two twin beds in the bedroom, since Gail didn't want to touch her daughter's body, nor did she want Lisa touching her.
"Hey!" Sam said, holding her tightly to him as they stood in the tiny hallway separating the bedroom from the bathroom, "don't keep me waiting forever, huh?"
"I'll be with you in a moment," Gail promised, taking a negligee from her closet as she slipped from his grasp. "You get comfortable. The bed on the left is mine." And she left him.
Sam was a good-looking man, Gail thought, going into the bathroom. He wasn't the kind of man with whom she intended becoming very serious. She needed physical relief, and Sam was a nice guy, who wouldn't think she had to marry him just because she went to bed with him. Gail was determined to either marry a wealthy man, or not marry again. In the bathroom, she undressed.
Sam Mallo was five-feet-nine-inches tall. He had curly brown hair, a tan complexion, strong arms, a rugged face, and a slender body with only the slightest signs of a pot belly. He always wore a suit when he took Gail out, and there was no sign of his profession on his hands. Even his nails were kept short so they wouldn't get dirty.
Gail hurriedly washed her naked body, then slipped into her panties and put on her negligee. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and entered the bedroom, expecting to find Sam as she had left him. The sight of him made her freeze.
Sam was sitting on the edge of her small bed, a glass of scotch in his hand. The bottle was from her kitchen, and it sat on the dresser. But aside from the glass he was holding, Sam had nothing to cover him. He was totally naked, his clothing carefully laid out on the small chair near the dresser.
Gail did her best to keep her eyes averted from the man's half-hard penis, but was unable to miss the fact that, un-like her former husband, Sam was not circumcised. Lifting her eyes, she stared at Sam's face, curious as to his reaction at seeing her this way. For a long instant she stood in the doorway, letting the light in the living room shine through her negligee and reveal her near-nakedness to the shoe-repair man. He was staring at her, all right, his eyes wandering over every part of her delectable torso. Gail was almost able to feel his eyes touching her. Abruptly, he rose to his feet, walked toward her, set his glass down on the dresser, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her lithe form against his naked body.
"Jesus!" he whispered. "You gotta be the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered softly into her ear.
Slowly, every slowly, his lips pressed against hers in a gentle, firm kiss. Gail kissed back, feeling a little relieved to know she was still desirable at the age of thirty-four. But the solidity of his cock brought her back to reality in a hurry as it pressed against her naked thighs as the bottom of the negligee opened a little. Lord! It was both, longer and thicker than that which her husband used to push into her, and Gail wondered if she was capable of handling it. Gail felt the straining anticipation of the member as it twitched, eager to enter her cunt. Before she even realized what was happening, she was horizontal, lying on her bed with Sam's weight pressing down on her.
Sam had been waiting for this since the first time Gail had consented to go out with him. He worked hard during the day, and there were few enough women willing to date him. Heck! He was getting on in life. He was almost twenty-five. Though he knew Gail was older than himself, Sam didn't care. She was well put-together, and she was one of the nicer women to frequent his establishment. She never asked for credit or favors, and always had a smile for him. He didn't know what it was that prompted him to ask for that first date, but he was overjoyed when she had accepted. And now he was going to fuck her. Wow! All the passion stored up inside him had suddenly risen to the surface, demanding an outlet. He was unable to control himself, aching to fill the void of her empty vagina with the long, thick stiffness of his penis. All the pent-up emotion filling him ached to charge into her tender, delicate body.
Gail had no idea what was going on in Sam's mind.
She had known he wanted to fuck her, but she hadn't expected him to be this anxious and abrupt. She found her body being handled by Sam as his fingers played over her delicate white flesh. His mouth was covering an exposed left breast, the pink nipple being solidly sucked and chewed as if Sam were intent on devouring it. His teeth bit into her aureole, causing a mild stinging, but she ignored it, basically because of her fear she felt as the man's groping hands felt for, and finally found, the elastic top of her panties. She had purposely put them back on, subconsciously wondering if she really wanted a man to touch her after all this time. Now she was fairly certain she didn't want it to happen, but it was too late to stop Sam. She thought he'd take the time to slide them from her body, but he didn't. He tore the flimsy tricot from her, as if it was all tissue paper. The sudden urgency of the man's actions confused and terrorized Gail. She began calling out to him to stop.
"Sam!" she gasped. "Not this way! I'll do what you want, but not this way. For heaven's sake, be more gentle."
Her cries were unheeded as Sam continued his desperate attempt to undo all the frustration of the past few months, when he had seen so many desirable women but hadn't been able to do anything with them. He'd had a steady girl for awhile, many months before, but she had gone and married a plumber, and he was aching for cunt. The sight and smell of Gail's fragrant, delicate body inflamed him all the more. The lust in him built to a height never before attained. He was no longer the quiet, calm Sam Mallo Gail had known. He wasn't the man whose company had aroused her to the point where she had been willing to forget her self-enforced celibacy of so many years. Instead, he had become a wild, almost raving maniac, hungry for the physical sensations so long denied him.
Gail squirmed as she felt his fingers touch the silky smoothness of her pubic hair. The tips of his fingers were jammed down into her soft, delicate flesh, pressing into her pussy, searching anxiously for the tight, narrow opening between the soft lips of her tingling cunt.
Gail found herself caught up in a wrestling match, much the way she had been involved with her husband on their wedding night. There was another man who had been impatient. The frightened woman had to fight, not only with Sam, but with her own mounting fear because of what seemed like unexpected brutality. Was this what happened between a man and woman in the first time, every time? Gail wondered if all the women she knew were practically raped by their husbands and/or boyfriends the first time they went to bed with the men. At this point, Gail came to believe all men behaved this way, and she feared she had overestimated the gentleman in Sam. When his fingers wormed their way through the silken curls on her pubis and dug into the tender folds of her vaginal lips, Gail felt nothing but anguish, even when the ball of his middle finger rubbed against her clitoris. The woman knew she wasn't frigid. Her husband, using his tongue, had brought all kinds of rousing sensations inside her, though that was many years ago. Gail was hoping Sam knew how to bring equally rousing sensations to her body. She often thought about having a sexual experience in all the years she had denied it to herself. There had been many times she had thought about probing her delicate vaginal lips with her fingers to see if she was capable of inducing an orgasm, aching to satisfy the burning needs of her exquisite body, but her mother's teachings had won out, and no matter how much her body cried out for relief, Gail didn't touch herself. As a result, she went to bed frustrated many-a-night, consoling herself with the thought that she would once again be able to reach the height of physical enjoyment when she had the courage to take a man to bed. She ached for a gentleness at first, and that was precisely what Sam was not giving her.
"Please, please, Sam," she begged. "Oh please!" she moaned when his seeking fingers dug strongly into the soft, tender female flesh surrounding the delicate opening between her thighs. Gail was unable to understand why the man insisted on being so rough and forward. She writhed under the strong grip of his fingers in an effort to get away.
Sam was totally absorbed in his inner passion to sink his aching cock into the tight depths of this gorgeous creature. Her delicious body was a symphony of sexual delight, made to please the eyes as well as the ears, not to mention his hands and his cock. The mere sight of her hair-fringed pussy made his heart throb with licentious desire. Her vagina was almost as tight as that of a virgin, despite a baby having passed through it fifteen-years earlier. Slowly, he managed to worm his middle finger between her sucking pussylips. With a nearly cruel pressure, he drove his finger in deeper, sinking it into the tight, sensuous depths with a savage power. Gail's efforts to keep her thighs closed were thwarted by the pressure of his powerful knees, placed solidly on the mattress between her legs. The man continued sucking and pulling at the smooth flesh of her firm breast. Solid as it was, and round as it was, it was just small enough for almost all of it to fit into his mouth, with the nipple scraping across the palate and pressing into his throat.
Gail wanted desperately to make Sam happy, but not at the expense of suffering all kinds of pain and humiliation. His was a temporary, lusting madness. The woman struggled hopelessly with her lover-turned-assailant. She was unable to understand why this was happening to her, but the ripping pain of his probing fingers in her heated vagina hurt more mentally than it did physically. But in spite of the base emotions behind the man's apparently cruel actions, Gail sensed a thrilling excitement starting to build. It was an excitement for which she had been waiting a very long time. Her excitement wasn't nearly enough to make up for the pain and embarrassment she felt, yet it did ease the mental torture a little. Had she not been so aroused the agony might well have been excruciating. Her inner vagina was starting to become moist in spite of her feelings of shame. Far back in the portion of her brain which controlled her feelings, Gail felt electricity suddenly come sparkling forth, shooting into her groin, causing her tiny clitoris to suddenly stiffen. Little by little she was becoming more and more aroused, and the shame and hurt faded farther and farther into the background.
Abruptly, before she was able to grab these emotions and cling to them, Gail felt his fingers suddenly yank themselves out of her vagina while releasing her breast, letting it slide from his mouth. It fell, wet and glistening, against her body.
"Gail," Sam gasped. "I'm crazy about you, honey. I'm really crazy about you. I'm gonna make it good for you, I promise. You'll come real good, you'll see."
He was still on his knees, between her widespread loins, his hands pressing on her shoulders, pushing her into the mattress. All Gail was able to see was the burning desire in Sam's eyes, and the massively erect phallus poking straight out from beneath his pubic hair, pointing at her tightly compressed vaginal lips. The man was gazing down at her pelvic bush like some starving animal about to feast on some savory prey. Gail's naked body began violently trembling.
"Please, Sam," she whimpered. "Oh please don't hurt me. Be gentle. Oh my God! I'm so afraid!"
She was moaning and gasping, but Sam, concentrating on her naked pussy, didn't lift his eyes to meet her tearful gaze. At this point his ears seemed closed, as if he was no longer hearing what she had to say, and the woman prepared herself for the worst.
Gail remembered how her husband's cock used to hurt those first few times he penetrated her. It wasn't until her tight cunt had adjusted to his thickness that she was able to take him. Unfortunately, though his penis had often built her up to a climax, she never went over the rainbow until her husband went down on her and licked her clitoris.
Sam's penis was much thicker than that of her former husband. Gail had a terrible feeling he was going to stretch her wide apart, perhaps even splitting her in two. The mere idea made her stare at the throbbing length of the turgid meat. The huge tip extended out of a collar of flesh with a bulb shape that was purple and seemingly expanding all the more thickly with each passing moment. It bulged with growing excitement. The woman was able to clearly make out the lengthy shaft lined with blue, blood-filled veins. There was an artery visible, pulsating and pounding in the massively erect column. The gigantic shaft seemed to protrude like an immense battering ram from a tight tangle of dark pelvic curls which literally blanketed his groin. The twin balls resting in the leathery sac dangling beneath were already tightly drawn up into his crotch. Gail sensed the urgent need for the sperm within to be released. And though the idea of being penetrated by such a mast frightened her, she was already visualizing the gigantic glans spurting ropes of heavy semen into her, splashing it all around inside her. She remembered how the heated spunk of her former husband used to gush into her in unending streams. At the moment, she had started on the Pill again, so she had no fears of becoming pregnant. Her period had ended the previous day, when she had started taking the contraceptive pill.
Sam was aware he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer, but he waited long enough to carefully enjoy the sight of the tight vagina nestled neatly between the older woman's smooth, white, tender thighs. There was something special about the sight of her cunt. He had seen other cunts; many of them. True, no two looked a-like, yet there was something extra-special about this particular pussy. It had an aura about it. He was able to smell the fresh, clean aroma coming from within, and knew a time would come when he'd want to lick and suck her vagina, draining the juices from it as one sucked liquid from a split peach. Christ! This one had such a pure, sweet, delightful look about it, building his passion and arousal even higher. The silken-soft, dark strands of curls surrounding the narrow incision of her dripping cunt looked like coiled little snakes, ready to strike when his monstrous probe attempted to penetrate her. Where her vaginal lips came together beads of sticky moisture clung to the delicate, pink flesh, like floating bubbles. For some reason, the vagina looked untouched, though Sam was well aware Gail had a daughter. Even so, it was as if the one other penis to penetrate this holy temple didn't count. This enclave, this vestibule of womanly depth, seemed to breathe in and out as if with a life of its own. It was a sheath of feminine delight made to contain the sword of his cock; aching to massage the swollen length of his throbbing penis until she had milked all the jizz from his aching balls. It was the most arousing, delightful, delectable sight he had ever seen. He wanted that sweet, coral pussy tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock.
Shifting his weight to one side, Sam gripped his lengthy prong tightly in his hand, moving his hips forward until the dome of rubber-like flesh making up his glans made gentle contact with the sweet, delectable exterior of her tender pussy. Using his swollen cock like a driving wedge, he let it ride up and down in the soaked split of her sodden beaver, until the inner lips slowly parted, like stage curtains, revealing the heated, tender interior of her sweet, frothing vagina.
Gail moaned, feeling the head of his throbbing penis brush her clitoris, and she was able to see from the lust in his eyes he was ready to fuck right into her. He was deaf to her pleas, intent on penetrating her, and when he had his throbbing cock positioned against the opening to her vaginal passage, he slowly lowered himself over her body, ready to nail his penis into her.
Totally confused, Gail still felt heat spiraling through her horizontal body. In spite of Sam's initial roughness, or perhaps because of it, arousal swelled to greater size within her. Therefore, she accepted what was about to happen as she felt the shoe-repair man's desperately working cock slide between the soft, curtain-like, labial folds of her taut pussy. She was breathing heavily, afraid, yet anxious, knowing he was determined to fuck her then and there. The pressure of his penile point as it throbbed against the tight entryway to her vagina became more and more powerful until, at one point, Gail feared the man's hard cock might actually tear its way through her tight flesh. The massive, bone-like object being pressed into her was too thick, it would never fit into her steaming pussy. God! God! It was so immense. It would never enter her unless it actually ripped her flesh.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped. "Please, Sam," she whispered, terrified of the size of his throbbing cock. "It'll. . . uhhhh . . . never fit inside me. I can tell, I can tell."
The mouth of her vagina was like a tight rubber band, resisting the pressure of his bulbous dome in spite of the continual pressure being applied. Sam relentlessly continued thrusting his hips forward, using all his strength, wondering why he needed so much power to enter such a fragile female. He had no desire to hurt her. Hell! She was no virgin, tight as she was. Once he fitted his cock into her and began moving it, she would respond like all the other females. He had never known a female yet who didn't come with his cock inside her. True, the women he had known were few and far-between, but every one of them had come with his massive monolith buried inside her. This one was no different. She merely needed to feel the entire length and breadth of prick buried in her teeming twat.
The aching, throbbing cock was ramrod-stiff and solid, and the excited feel of her slippery flesh pressing back against the penile head made the prong stiffer and harder, causing it to swell the littlest bit thicker.
Gail felt her thighs being pushed wider apart by his knees, and the woman had no doubts concerning Sam's intentions of totally fucking her. In fact, from the way Sam was applying pressure, the woman knew the time had come. He cocked his hips and shoved forward, hard, and his penis was through the barrier of her inner lips, with its head surrounded by the soft tissues making up the walls of her vagina.
"Uyynngghhhh!" Gail gasped, at first feeling a red-hot poker pushing into her. But a moment later, she realized much of it was not pain but trepidation. True, his penis was definitely stretching her interior, but the agony registering in her mind came more from her imagination than his cock. The flesh was stretched as never before, yet her walls had enough elasticity to widen without her feeling heavy pain.
Sam smiled, knowing he had finally gained entrance to the seething tightness of her aching cunt. He was hardly able to keep himself from spilling the rest of his thick prick into her squeezing, seething depths.
Gail trembled, a bit with fear, and a bit with anxiety, as she felt the head work its way a bit deeper into her seething pussy. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before he fitted the entire length of his cock into her. Frightened more by what she imagined she felt rather than the real pressure of the man's cock, she expected the agony to be unbelievable when he finally pushed the rest of his penis into her, and so tried worming back, moving away from him, doing her best to retreat from the pole throbbing inside her. Her buttocks rotated against the mattress repeatedly in hope of being able to escape the tree trunk worming its way ever deeper into her, but it was to no avail. His palms pressing on her shoulders, and his knees pushing outward against her thighs, held her securely locked in place. Lifting her head, staring over the pink-nippled tops of her breasts, Gail was able to see a mere two inches of cock had entered her. Most of the massive organ was still waiting for admittance. Oh God! This was horrible! Now she was convinced she'd die of pain long before he pounded the entire length of cock into her.
The tight, elastic-like passageway surrounding the head of his throbbing penis seemed to excite the shoe-repair man all the more. Sam felt sensitive nerves in the burgeoning tip of his phallus relaying pleasurable signals across open synapses in his body. Jesus! It felt great, and he was convinced the only way he'd be totally satisfied was to have the entire length of cock sunk into the sweet, soft, surrounding bog of her hot cunt. Her tender pussy was so delectable, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his sperm under control much longer. From the way her taut interior stretched, Sam knew Gail was feeling some mild discomfort, but he also knew the discomfort would pass soon enough, giving way to total pleasure. All the other females he had fucked had all but fainted with pleasure, after awhile.
"Here we go, honey," he whispered. "You'll love it, you'll see. Aannnhhh!"
This last was a noise made as he drove forward, pushing his hot, heavy thick penis a bit deeper between the tightly resisting walls of her soft cunt. It felt as if he was moving the fleshy log through partially melted butter.
Her mind was so insistent on wanting pain, perhaps to subconsciously punish her for fornicating with a man to whom she was not married, Gail sincerely believed she was in agony. The woman sank her teeth into her lower lip in an effort to keep from fainting. Icy perspiration broke out all over her, and she decided, then and there, no matter how nice any man was in public, when he finally got into bed with a woman he was a total animal. At one point she was certain his cock was knifing into her intestines, and Sam was about to kill her without even realizing what was happening. Gail felt more than pain. She felt mortification, almost angry at the idea that the man was thoughtlessly doing this to her with no regard for her own feelings. She wished she had never consented to go out with this cruel man. She was certain her vaginal passageway was stretched to the point of splitting. The pain should have washed away any physical enjoyment, but the pleasure being imparted by Sam's cock was so strong, it was slowly beginning to overcome the mental anguish Gail was suffering. The pleasure was so enormous, when two more inches of cock were shoved into her seething trough, the pain abruptly vanished. Gail realized the agony had been in her head more than in her body. It was because of the abrupt way Sam fucked into her. She had wanted to be kissed, licked, loved, caressed, and titillated before he finally plunged into her. According to all the books she had read, a woman took much longer to warm up than a man, and so needed a lot of foreplay. Sam was supposed to be better than her husband and "play by the rules." But Sam was just like her former husband, except for the fact that Gail had to admit she did feel a stronger sense of arousal. Still, she wished there had been some gentleness, some understanding instead of what she believed was a vicious, one-sided selfishness. It was all lust on the man's part, though Gail had to admit she had no right to reproach him for that. She, herself, had gone into this simply for the physical gratification. She wasn't looking for love. She had no right to expect the man to love her. Even so, she felt his behavior shamed her, even if there was no actual damage inflicted by his cruel thrusting into her taut, helpless nookie.
Oh man! Sam thought, as he worked his throbbing putz into the glove-soft depths of Gail's cunt, fearful he might come too quickly. The wonderful, velvety feeling of her vaginal tissues caressing his slowly sinking phallus was sending so many waves of delightful pleasure to his brain, he knew he'd have to forestall his climax before burying the entire length of meat inside her. Hell! Coming without being all the way in was not only childish, it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Taking a deep breath, he rammed hard, using all his power to sink every last little bit of penile length into the seething, simmering tunnel of Gail's delightful cunt. like a diesel-powered locomotive, the mighty whang buried itself totally in the narrow passageway of her soft pussy.
To Gail, whose body had never held anything this thick or this large, it was almost-like being deflowered all over again, though she had to admit the pain wasn't really there. Even so, the abrupt pressure of his throbbing cock was so severe, she was certain he wasn't using a cock but a sequoia log. It was as if she had just been skewered and was about to be put onto a rotating barbecue. The surprise of being totally filled up by the huge cock caused her to tighten her body for an instant in the hope of stopping him. But it was no use. He was all the way in, and she was a piece of meat suspended on the end of his long spit. Gail realized all this had seemed like a battle in her mind, and now Sam had won, almost shattering her ego. No matter how good this all felt, it was an antagonistic pressure. In spite of the pleasurable sensations, the inner flesh of her vagina felt scrubbed raw from the pressure of his glans, and even now, that same glans was scrubbing against her cervix as if hoping to penetrate that narrow hole, too.
Once more, Gail lifted her head and stared down the length of their bodies, seeing the lewd way they were joined together. She saw the mingling of his pubic hair with hers, noting his was one shade lighter.
It's in, she thought, a bit dazed. That massive penis is all the way inside me.
Sam, hovering over her, had his eyes shut for the moment. Aside from basking in the pooled warmth of her juicy pussy, he was fighting off the urge to instantly climax. The pressure building in his balls was fantastic, and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep himself under control. Christ! Having the entire length of his throbbing cock buried in the seething depths of Gail's creaming cunt was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to him. The slick, clasping clutch of her vaginal walls riding over his throbbing length made him shudder, and it required all his strength to stave off the climax welling up inside him. He had often imagined how it would feel to have his hot prick buried in this woman's cunt, but his imagination was never able to do justice to the truth. This was all so much better than anything his mind had dreamed up. He flexed his penis a number of times, making the helmet-like head swell even more thickly inside her.
Gail moaned, but not from pain. She felt humiliated because of Sam's abruptness, and in spite of the mounting thrills building inside her, decided to remain still and not respond to the thrusts of Sam's swollen dork. He was already starting to slide his penis in and out of her, though with some effort, because the tight walls of her vagina clung to the massive prong, not wanting it to leave her inner canal in spite of her mentally wanting this to end. His hips pulled back until only the bloated point was inside her, then with greater speed, he pushed forward again, building bigger thrills in the heated depths of her soft twat. And still, Gail tried to mentally deny her enjoyment.
"Ohhhhhh! Please! Sam!" she gasped, trying to sound uncomfortable, but Sam already knew better. He was able to tell from the quickening response of her vaginal walls around his throbbing poker that her body was enjoying this, even if she refused to admit it, verbally.
Gail felt the throbbing prick unmercifully pound in and out of her tight tunnel, building and enhancing the thrills inside her. She was feeling nothing but shame and humiliation in her mind, even though her body was thoroughly enjoying every thrust. Her tunnel was slowly widening, adjusting to his thickness, and Gail's body was almost sorry, since she had enjoyed the pressure of his penis immensely when it forced her cunt to widen. Even now, it was wonderful, but Gail, without realizing it, had a slight streak of masochism running through her, and had subconsciously sought the pain, not to punish her for what she was doing, but simply because, deep down, she enjoyed it.
Sam was pounding ever-faster into her tightness, and she began wondering if he was moving so because of cruelty, or simply because he was so anxious to enjoy her and make her enjoy his cock. Even as she thought all this, she was unaware of the heat continually building inside her as fires erupted in the center of her womb. Had Sam been a little less anxious and had caressed her just a little before all but raping her, Gail might have more readily accepted all this.
The clutching, slippery walls of Gail's steaming pussy seemed to fit nicely around the steaming pole of Sam's cock as it continued pistoning in and out of her. She felt him slamming his solid meat into her with all his strength, fucking as fast and as hard as he was able. Gail had to admit there was a lot more to his form and pressure than anything her husband had ever done. For some reason, she was physically enjoying the movement of this cock inside her much more than she had ever enjoyed that of Lisa's father. It was almost as if he was fucking her so hard to make up for all the times he'd longed for her and had been unable to score with her. Each deep plunge of his driving pole was a delightful blow, seeming to release hidden emotions in the man, while at the same time building the lust in Gail. It was almost as if he were trying to punish her for resisting his advances the last two times they had dated.
Without realizing it, Gail was squealing with each powerful thrust of the sinking penis. She saw him staring down the length of their bodies, and the light in his eyes let her know how much he enjoyed the sight of them linked together this way. He battered his way in again and again, and Gail, without realizing it, had curled her legs around his thighs, gripping him tightly, making him really work to plunge his throbbing peter into her simmering depths.
Sam, staring at the way his throbbing putz was being swallowed up by Gail's pink funnel, was excited all the more by the sight of it. The coral, rubbery ring of moist flesh seemed to fold in on itself with each forward thrust, then roll back out with each withdrawal. The woman's hot, crushing vagina was nursing on his penis with the avidity of a calf at its mother's udder. The pressure was so great, Sam was able to feel his blood pounding in the many veins in his cock.
Gail gasped as he drove into her with even greater force, pounding into her tight cunt with such effort, he all but lifted the woman from the bed. His balls were even more tightly drawn up into his body, to where they had all but disappeared. Even so, he was pounding so deeply into Gail's cunt, Gail was able to feel the texture of his wrinkled scrotum sac as it brushed against her perineum, while his thighs rubbed the cheeks of her ass. Her black .hair was completely undone now, spilling all over the pillow beneath her head, and from the look in Sam's eyes as he stared at her, Gail realized she had totally captivated him.
The constant, driving cock in her steaming cunt was almost like some kind of punishment for her having attempted to fight him off, before. Thrills built higher and higher in her aching body, and Gail wanted to scream out her enjoyment, but didn't dare. To do so would let Sam know he had her where he wanted her. It would encourage his fucking her this way repeatedly, and she had to make him understand, no matter how much she enjoyed what he was doing, she wasn't a plaything, to be dallied with at the will of any man. So she clamped her lips shut, to prevent Sam from knowing how much she was enjoying what he was doing. That sex should always be in so animalistic a position irritated the woman. She wanted love, and caresses, and not just rutting. True, she didn't want the man to fall in love with her, but she did want him to make love to her. Now she remembered what it was she had disliked most about going to bed with her former husband. She had hated, and still did hate, the ridiculous postures one had to effect to enjoy sex. And though the sensations in her body continued mounting, she wanted to shut her mind to them. It was as if she were protesting being used.
Even so, Gail was unable to keep herself from staring down to where her body was joined to Sam's. She stared at the way the swollen, thick rail continued pounding in and out of her seething pussy. She was barely able to see the redness of her inner lips each time they pulled out on Sam's backstroke. Seeing the entire length plunge back into her, she shuddered with delight, especially when his tightened scrotum rubbed against her ass-cheeks and perineum. Now she was unable to control her liking for the full length of the gigantic column as it filled her belly. Sam was driving into her tight twat with such violent force, Gail felt the pounding Shockwaves riding through her body. Her small, firm breasts were shaking from the impact.
The more she looked, the more she enjoyed what she felt and saw. Little by little her mental resistance was melting, and Gail realized she wanted to enjoy it. She wanted the man to have his way with her. His pleasure was her pleasure. This was something she and her former husband had never shared. She was being fucked, yes fucked, and she liked it. For the first time in her life she enjoyed being fucked. It wasn't merely a period of time she had to endure before someone used his mouth to make her come. No! She was enjoying the sensation of being fucked.
Pleasure was bursting through her body, and it wasn't the masochistic pleasure of one wanting to feel pain. This was true, total, sexual pleasure. Yes, for the first time in her life she was enjoying the act that men enjoyed. Abruptly, she realized she wanted to know all there was to know about sexual pleasure. In spite of what she felt was inexcusable roughness on Sam's part, she now felt she wanted to enjoy everything the man had to offer, for his fucking her was more than for his own pleasure. It was for her pleasure, as well. There was the continual growth of delightful thrills in her sodden vagina, and it was now coursing through every nerve-ending in her body. Even her clitoris, untouched at the moment, was pulsating with electricity at what was happening inside her flooded pussy.
I'm on my way to a climax, she thought. I'm going to come with a cock inside me instead of having to wait until the man decides to use his tongue on me . . . if he decides to use his tongue. This way I don't have to wait.
Gail's hips rose and fell rapidly, moving up and down with frenzied, rhythmic beats, keeping time with the way Sam was plunging into her steaming vagina.
"Ohhhhhh Godddd! Ahhhhh!" she gasped, finally accepting the pleasure building inside her. Passion filled her sweet pussy and drilled through her body, making her rotate and writhe with maddening feeling as she squirmed under the driving phallus of the shoe-repair man.
Sam saw the change come over the woman, noting the passion filling her, seeing her even more sensuous than he had ever imagined. Seeing this made him lose all control of himself, and the sperm began bubbling in his balls. The woman looked so wantonly wonderful as she lay beneath him, the cool reserve of dignity she had disappearing as her naked self wiggled and trembled anxiously beneath him. His balls were no longer able to control themselves, and the sperm they manufactured came rushing forth into the miles of folded tubing inside, moving with flashing speed, intent on entering the penis, and eventually jetting forth into the woman's body.
Gail thrilled to Sam's slamming forward, thrilling to the entire length of cock being buried into her hot, steaming, positively sucking vagina. She felt his groin press more firmly into her cunt as he arched his head and threw it back, and screamed, "EEEEEYYYY . . . AAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! . . . HHHHAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The first pleasurable blast of hot spunk went shooting into her aching cunt, building the pleasure even more quickly. If only he was able to hold the stiffness a little longer, she too, would be able to come. She felt the massive dork swell even more as it began spewing gobs of hot liquid into her seething center. Each firing caused his cock to swell a little more, stretching her vaginal tunnel as more fluid cascaded into her. And then Gail was there.
"EEEEEE . . . EE! YYYYYAAAAGGGGHHH!
HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!" Gail screeched, jerking and twisting as the maddening sensations of orgasm took hold of her and made her dig her fingers into Sam's back.
His mouth fell on hers, trying to kiss her, and she sank her teeth into his lips, biting them, then kissing away the hurt. Her tongue washed through Sam's mouth, and he eagerly accepted it, sucking on it with as much avidity as her cunt now displayed in nursing on his cock.
Gail felt the ejaculating penis continuing to twitch inside her, giving her mounting pleasure, each time. And each twitch was more pleasure for him, which made Gail happy.
Oh God! For the first time in her life she had come with a cock inside her, and it was even better than the times her husband used to tongue her clitoris. True, she had not been able to come exactly with Sam, but she doubted if something like that happened very often with any couples. She was more than pleased to have attained her first climax via a penis.
Slowly, Sam's penis deflated, and Gail was sorry to feel it shrink. She wanted more. Sam promised he was capable of one more go-round, if she allowed him time to recuperate. Gail was more than happy to oblige.
To prove how much she had enjoyed everything, she licked away the pools of semen on his groin; something she had never done with her husband. He wanted her to suck his cock a little, too, but she wasn't ready for that. Soon, though.
CHAPTER TWO
Lisa Roberts had always been a lonely girl. Early in life she had tried making friends with other girls her age, but somehow or other found she was unable to relate to them. Her mother and grandmother prevented her from becoming friendly with older girls, nor did they allow her to become friendly with boys, though Lisa was certain she'd be able to be friendly with them. As a result, Lisa grew up feeling very lonely, and the only person with whom she was able to speak at all was her mother.
Lisa had known her mother had gone out with a man the previous Saturday night, and from the look on her mother's face when Lisa had seen her, Sunday morning, it was obvious the man had done something to make her mother very happy. Having just come from a night at her grandmother's house, early Sunday morning, Lisa let herself into the apartment where she lived with her mother while Gail was still fast asleep.
Not wanting to disturb her mother, Lisa decided to take care of the wash. She found sheets in the bathroom hamper, along with all the dirty clothes, and she used the sheets to bundle everything and make it easier for her to carry the clothing.
Lisa still had the face of a girl of ten, though her mind was sharp. If she was innocent and unknowing, it was because her mother kept her ignorant. She looked taller than her five-feet-four inches because she was so slender. Her breasts were small bumps that would never even grow to the size of her mother's, and though her hips were round, they weren't bulging. She had the kind of body fashion models starve themselves for, though Lisa had a prodigious appetite.
As she carried the bundle of dirty clothes down to the basement where there were washing machines, Lisa noticed the sheets were stiff and crusty. Strange! What might her mother have spilled to make the sheets that way? There was no odor to the crustiness.
Shrugging, she carried everything to an empty washing machine and dumped most of it in, after weighing out the proper amount. The sheets and some other clothes had to be saved for another wash-load. While she waited, a young married woman from another floor came down with her own washing. Seeing
Lisa there, she sat on a bench and waited, too.
"I see someone had a good time last night," the woman smiled, pointing to the crusty stains on the sheets.
"Huh?" Lisa asked. "What do you mean."
"Gee, by now a girl your age ought to know," the woman said. "I'm sorry, Mrs. . . . "
"Lang," the woman said. "But you can call me Carol."
"I'm sorry, Carol, but I don't know what you mean. That stuff on the sheets means my mom had a good time?"
"Look, if your mom hasn't told you, it's not up to me to tell you," Carol replied.
Carol had red hair, white skin, a broad nose, and a wide smile. Un-like Lisa, Carol had big breasts pressing against a blue bathrobe, and wide, round hips. In twenty years she would have one big ass, but that wasn't going to happen in the near future.
Lisa looked at the sheets in Carol's wicker basket, and sure enough, there were crust-like stains on them, as well. A lot of people were having a good time, and she, Lisa, didn't know how, when, where, or why.
When the second wash-load of clothes was finished, Lisa put everything in the over-sized gas dryer. By the time she was finished, Carol had finished using the washing machine.
"Hey," Carol whispered, as Lisa took the clothing from the dryer and put it all into a cloth sack she had with her, "I see something I recognize."
"Huh?" was all Lisa was able to say.
Carol reached into the bag and pulled out a monog-rammed handkerchief. Immediately, Lisa realized it was a man's handkerchief. It had a large U-shape in one corner, with the initials S. M. inside.
"Gee, I never saw that before," Lisa said. "Maybe I picked it up off the floor here when I put my own clothes in the washing machine."
"Could be," Carol nodded, "though what Sam Mallo would be doing down here is beyond me."
"Who?"
"Sam Mallo, the shoe-repair man down the street," Carol replied. "That's the heel of a shoe with his initials inside. I recognize it, because he has the same monogram on his shop window. Hey, I can just imagine what he might have been doing down here. Sure, it had to be down here. I mean, your mom wouldn't have . . . well not with Sam."
"Wouldn't have what?" Lisa asked.
"It's not important," Carol shrugged.
But Lisa thought it was.
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning, Monday morning, Lisa arose early, made herself some breakfast, then hurried to Sam's shoe-repair shop a good three quarters of an hour before school. She was wearing a yellow sweater with no bra. Heck! If nothing else, Lisa knew she'd be able to save a lot of money in bras. And she had on a green skirt, socks, and flat-heeled shoes.
The moment she entered the shoe-repair shop, Lisa felt a kind of electricity in the air. The machine was noisily humming, and Sam was all set to go to work.
Lisa stood behind the counter in the front of the store. Sam was in the back, but they were able to see one another through a large hole cut in the wooden partition separating the back from the front. A curtain hung over the doorway in the partition.
On the other side of the partition, in the back of the store, the machinery was on the right, with a pile of leather sheets six feet long and four feet wide stacked four feet high on the left. With the different oddball kinds of shoes, Sam often found it easier and cheaper to cut a piece from one of the leather sheets than to use readymade heels or soles.
Lisa smelled the combined odor of leather and glue and found it not at all unpleasant.
"Mr. Mallo!" she called out, and Sam turned to look at her.
The moment he saw her, Sam recognized Lisa as Gail's daughter. And the moment he saw her, Sam realized he was as hot for the daughter as he was for the mother. God! She was so innocent-looking, so sweet, so extremely desirable. In fact, he wanted Lisa even more than he had wanted her mother. Not that he'd lost interest in Gail. On the contrary, the fucking session he'd had with Lisa's mother the previous Saturday night had only stimulated his appetite for more of the woman. Nevertheless, he did feel a strong desire for the daughter, as well. And he had every intention of controlling that desire. After all, if Gail ever caught him fooling around with Lisa, he'd lose Gail. And Gail was too hot a female to let go.
"Hi," he said in his quiet voice as he came to the front of the store. "What can I do for you?"
"Mom asked me to give this to you," Lisa replied, handing him the washed handkerchief.
"Huh? Oh thanks," he smiled, taking it from her. "Will you do me a favor?" Lisa asked. "Well, yeah, sure," Sam nodded. "What can I do for you?"
"Tell me, what did you do to make my mother so happy?"
"What're you talking about?" Sam asked, a bit perplexed.
"I'm just curious to know what you did that made the sheets all crusty and hard, while making mom so happy."
Sam stared at her for a moment, unable to believe the girl's naivete. Most girls at the age of eleven or twelve started knowing the facts of life. But if Gail hadn't told anything to Lisa, it wasn't up to Sam to enlighten the girl.
"Hey . . . uhhhh . . . look," he told her, rubbing the underpart of his nose, "that's something I can't exactly talk about. I mean, if your mom wanted you to know, she'd have told you."
"Well gosh, you and mom are a real pair of party poopers. I'm going to ask someone else what it is you did to make my mom so happy."
"Hey, now wait a minute," Sam said, reaching out and touching Lisa's arm. The instant he touched her, he felt lightning shoot through him. God! The girl was even sexier than her mother. He felt his cock spring to attention, and heat burned through his entire body.
Lisa seemed to feel the flames shooting through Sam. It was as if the fire burned through his fingertips into her arm. She stared at him, totally lost for a moment, then snapped back to reality and said, "You let go of me, Mr. Mallo. I'm going to see my mom and ask her what's going on between the two of you."
"Hey, kid, Lisa, no!" he all but yelled, coming around to her side of the counter and grabbing her arms with both hands.
Oh God! Heat flushed through him like water through a sewer. He felt an even stronger attraction for the girl than he did for the mother. This was crazy, because Lisa was just a kid. Hell! She didn't have any real tits, or anything. Jesus! She'd never really develop breasts. And all his life, Sam Mallo had always been a tit-man. Why the hell should he feel anything for a young, innocent kid who was almost as flat as an ironing board? It didn't make sense. But the fact remained, he did feel something, and he was unable to control that feeling. Jesus! Dozens of women came and left his shop every day, and aside from a little healthy lust, Sam felt nothing for them. But for Gail, and now Lisa, Sam suddenly felt hot, very hot.
"Now look!" Lisa snapped, reaching up and pulling his hands off her arms. "I have a right to know what you've been doing with my mother, don't I?"
"Well.. . I don't know, kid," Sam persisted. "I mean, if your mother wanted you to know, she'd have told you."
"Look, Mr. Mallo, mom and I get along fine, but neither one of us is what you'd call happy. Now I see you doing something, though I don't know what, to make mom smile, and I feel kind of jealous."
Jesus! Sam thought, feeling the nearness of the girl still affecting him. He wanted to do something with her. He simply couldn't let her walk out without doing something.
"Look!" he told her, going to the front door, putting up the closed sign, then locking the door. "You're a nice kid, so I tell you what. I'm going to show you how to be happy. But if I do something to make you happy, then before you leave, you have to do something to make me happy."
"Well, sure, as long as I don't get hurt, or something like that," Lisa nodded.
"I wouldn't hurt you, kid," he told her, leading her into the back of the shop. And he rolled down a canvas covering the hole in the partition between the front and the rear of the store.
"Well, gee, what are you doing?" Lisa asked.
"I'm going to show you just what I did to make your mom happy. Well, not exactly, because I don't want any consequences, afterward. But I'll make you happy; you'll see."
"What are you going to do?" Lisa asked, a little apprehensive, not knowing what to expect.
"Hey, we're gonna have fun," Sam assured her. "You got a little time?"
"Well, gosh, I suppose so. I don't have to be in school for another forty minutes."
"Good," he said, sweat pouring out of him. He was dying to lay the girl, but knew he didn't dare. Still, he had to do something. "You ever been kissed?" he asked.
"Sure," she nodded. "Lots of times, by my mother and grandma."
"No, I mean have you ever been kissed by a fella, like on TV on in the movies."
"Heck no!" Lisa told him. "Mom'd skin me alive if she ever caught me doing anything like that. She keeps telling me I can't have anything to do with boys until I'm much older."
"Yeah, well I'm one boy your mom had something to do with, Saturday night. And one of the things we did was an awful lot of kissing."
"Gee, no kidding," Lisa gasped, unable to conceive of her mother doing anything she had told Lisa not to do.
"Scout's honor," Sam told her. "We came to your apartment after dinner, I kinda put my arms around your ma, just like this," he told her wrapping his arms around Lisa, "and I kissed her, like this."
He gently pulled the young girl toward him and pressed his lips to hers, wondering if she would pull away and start screaming. For a moment, nothing happened as Lisa, unsure of what she should do, merely stood there. But as she stood there, the young girl suddenly decided she liked having her lips touched by those of Sam, and kissed back, turning and twisting her lips instinctively. The more she kissed, the more she liked it, and as Sam kissed her harder, she kissed back with equal verve. Her lips burned against his, rubbing from side to side as their noses touched. Before the kiss ended, Lisa suddenly felt something wet and squirmy touch her lips. It was Sam's tongue. At first she was shocked and tried pulling away, but Sam held her tightly, and slowly pressed hard, forcing her lips to part, and little by little the tongue slithered into her mouth, tickling her own tongue. Lisa liked it. She liked it so much, she opened her mouth a little wider and began licking Sam's tongue, enjoying the pleasurable sensations she felt. Then she found herself sucking on his tongue. It was pure instinct, yet she enjoyed it and sucked all the harder, all but chewing and biting.
Sam was amazed at the girl's natural response. He was overjoyed to find her so receptive. His lips pulled on her tongue, and soon he had it in his own mouth, where he heartily sucked on it, sending static shooting through Lisa's body.
Lisa surrendered herself completely to the kiss, feeling her emotions boil up inside her. She was able to understand why something like this might arouse her mother, but it wasn't enough of a reason for Gail to be singing and humming around the house all day yesterday. There had to be something more.
And then Lisa stiffened as she felt Sam's hand wander from behind her to her belly, and then up against her nipples.
"Don't do that!" she almost yelled, pulling away. "Mother warned me boys and men would want to touch me there. She said under no circumstances was I supposed to let any man touch me there unless he was married to me."
"May be," Sam whispered softly, "but I'm not married to your mom, and I touched her there."
"That's a lie!" Lisa insisted.
"Hey, Lisa, what do I gain by telling you a lie?"
"I don't know," the naive girl shrugged. "But why would mom tell me not to let a man touch me there, and then let you do just that to her?"
Not in the mood to destroy the possibility of getting somewhere with Lisa, Sam said, "When you're older, this is something you'll have to ask your mom. In the meantime, you just relax and let me show you how good it all feels. I won't hurt you, you know that."
"Okay," Lisa nodded, a little afraid. After all, she was about to let a man touch her breasts.
She exhaled and shuddered a little as Sam's palm wandered up and down over her sweater. Ooooooh! It felt good! It really felt good. Soon both his hands were rubbing her breasts, and when he tugged her sweater out of her skirt-top, she offered no resistance at all, thrilling to the electric touch of his fingertips against her nipples. Nor did she struggle when Sam pulled her sweater over her head and removed it, allowing him to see the wide tan aureola and the rigid brown buds of her nipples. The flesh beneath her aureola was a little puffy, attesting to the fact that Lisa did indeed have breasts, small though they were. But her nipples weren't small. They were full-grown, long and solid like large pencil erasers, quivering and alive to Sam's touch.
"Oh wow!" Lisa gasped, staring at the clock on the wall, noting she still had a half hour before she had to leave for school.
The girl enjoyed the way Sam stared at her breasts, as if they were large, bloated paps and not small, insignificant mounds of flesh. Looking down, she saw the way Sam's pants were tenting in front, stretching to accommodate the massive erection within. And all the while, Sam's anxious hands ran all over the young girl's body. Lisa felt herself becoming hotter and hotter. Oh yes, she liked this. She reveled in what Sam was doing. For a shoe-repair man his hands were unusually soft and gentle, and each caress of his fingertips was a wisp of a gentle breeze teasing her anxious, swollen nipples.
Slowly, Sam worked her skirt and panties down and off.
"What are you doing?" Lisa asked, curious, but no longer thinking to argue with the man.
"I'm going to make you feel as good as I made your ma feel, Lisa," he assured her. "Trust me! You'll see."
"I . . . guess I . . . trust you," she nodded, stepping out of her panties when he knelt and eased them from her feet.
"Now that you've undressed for me," he told her, "I'm going to undress for you. Don't be scared."
"I'm not scared," Lisa assured him, though deep down inside she was trembling, not really knowing what was going to happen to her.
She stood there, watching as Sam hurriedly removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. The two of them now stood nakedly in front of one another, wearing only shoes and socks.
Sam's hands were trembling, and Lisa realized he was as anxious as she. Gee, that made her feel good. Imagine, a man was all shaken up over her body.
Looking down between the man's thighs, her eyes opened wide as she saw the immense length of his thick cock.
"Wow!" she said. "I've never seen anything like that before. What is it?"
'That's my cock," Sam explained.
"Gee," Lisa murmured, staring at it. "I've often wondered why guys and girls can't go into the same bathroom or share the same showers. I guess this has to be the reason, huh? You men must want to keep those things hidden away."
"In a way," Sam nodded, not wanting to waste time explaining.
"Gee, why are men built differently from women?" Lisa wanted to know.
"It's a long story," Sam told her. "But to make it short, in order for both, men and women to really enjoy themselves, this thick, long staff, this cock of mine, has to go into that nice tight hole of yours; your pussy."
"Gee, is that what you're going to do right now?" Lisa asked.
"No," Sam told her. "We don't have time. Another time. But there are other ways we can each stimulate each other's organs. And I'll show you one in a few minutes. But right now I want to kiss and hug you."
Before Lisa was able to object, she felt herself being pulled against Sam's body. He kissed her hard, his tongue lancing into her mouth, licking her palate and her gums, teasing her teeth, and making her bring her tongue out to touch his. Lisa felt as if her mouth was locked in a trap. And there was the great, quivering rapier of his cock slapping against her flat belly as the hair on his chest scrubbed her nipples.
"Ummmm!" Sam gasped, feeling the head of his cock rub against her pelvic bush before continuing up to rub into her belly. Lisa felt the weighty penis press against her, and she also felt the doughy testicles rub against her hairy mound.
"Gee," she asked, reaching down and cupping his testicles for a moment, making Sam's eyes pop wide open, "what is this?"
"Those are my balls," he gasped. "They're inside the little sac. I'll tell you all about them, one day, but not now."
"Gee!" Lisa whispered into his mouth, "the skin sure feels kinda funny."
To Lisa, the testicles felt like a pair of heavy pin balls encased in the wrinkled bag under what Sam called his cock. Prom the way the balls seemed to bounce away each time her fingers caressed them, Lisa was able to tell how aroused the man was. Gee! This was really a lot of fun. She wished her mother had told her about this.
"Let's lie down," Sam whispered. "It'll be easier."
"Where?" Lisa asked. "You don't have a bed here."
"On top of the stacked sheets of leather," he said, guiding her to them.
Slowly, Lisa sat, then lay down, with one foot trailing on the floor. A long, silken white thigh simply dangled over the side, while her other leg lay flat on top of the leather. And between the two thighs an ebony tuft of hair puffed out at Sam, outlining the pretty girl's pink, untouched, coral vagina.
Lisa suddenly realized she was panting. After all her mother had told her, she ought to have been terrified, but for some reason she felt totally relaxed, though there was a strong anticipation building higher and higher in her body. She needed some kind of . . . what? What did she need? She didn't know for sure.
Lisa stared at Sam as he knelt on the floor near the pile of leather. His face was on a line with the pink split between her white thighs, and he stared at it. From the look in his eyes, it was obvious Sam admired her wet, dripping pussy, seeing how the inner pink flesh pouted so delectably. Her interior was a shrine of desire, and the clean scent of musk from within drew the man's face ever closer. He hurled himself on the parted drapes of her pussy, his soft, tender hands catching Lisa's smooth, slender hips as his hungry mouth tightly clamped against her leaking fount.
"No!" Lisa suddenly screamed, taken totally by surprise at the way his sucking lips pressed against her slavering labia. "Mr. Mallo, hey, gee, what are you doing. That's crazy!"
Lisa felt the fiery lapping tongue and the hot, burning kiss of his lips pressing into her private center. The man was kissing her down there the same way he had kissed her mouth. This was wild. But before she was able to object further, the slick knife of his tongue slashed as far into her vaginal temple as possible.
"Eeeeeggghhhh! Uuugghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" she gasped, writhing. "Huuuuunnnngggghhhh!"
Lisa enjoyed the pressure of Sam's stabbing tongue as it lashed wickedly into her wet, molten core, sending fiery, static bursts of wanton lust blistering through the very center of her feminine self. This was a sensation the fifteen-year-old had never imagined existed, and now that she felt them, the girl was speechless. Flaming blasts of heated licentious poured through her again and again, awakening her to the thrills she had longed to discover. For deep down, she had been checking on what pleased her mother simply to find something to please herself.
The girl was too young to think to ask Sam what he was doing. It felt too good to make him stop. Raising her head a little, she was able to see his face crammed solidly against her soft, petal-like cuntlips, and she realized it had to be the man's tongue that was delving so far into her, making her feel so delightful. Though young, she was wise enough to understand he was doing this to bring her pleasure, though she had no idea whether or not he received pleasure from it. She trembled and shook with thrilled, wanton eroticism, feeling the delineated imprint of his lips as well as the slipperiness of his tongue as it slithered in and out of her tight, wet sump. Bursts of thrilled sensation charged through her delighted body as trickling tears of wonderful enjoyment slid down her young, girlish cheeks. Electricity seemed to run rampantly through her young body repeatedly as she found herself bouncing out of control.
Sam continued sipping the colorless wine she was emitting as he enjoyed the flavor of her youthful flesh, licking and sucking. Her taut, youthful cuntflesh was so tasty and fulfilling. This wasn't the first time he had feasted at an open feminine trough, nor would it be the last. But this was one time he would remember, forever. God! She tasted so meaty, so fresh, so good. He was enraptured as he continued slurping the fluid pouring from her pink slash.
Lisa had raised herself up on her elbows and was able to see Sam's body, angled a bit to the side. She saw his throbbing penis shuddering in time to the way his tongue was wildly lapping into her seething depths. It seemed to be enlarging, growing both longer and thicker, a solid iron pike coated with rich pink flesh, capped by a purple dome.
"Hummmmm . . . ahhmmmm . . . uuhhhhmmm-mm . . . " were the only sounds coming from Sam's hungering mouth.
Lisa thrilled to the marvelous pressure of his tongue licking into her flaming cunt again and again, making it hotter each time it stabbed into her. She felt Sam's broad shoulders pushing her girlish loins farther and farther apart as the wicked tongue seemingly knifed into the hot folds of her steaming labia. He pursed his lips against the infinite depths of her feminine incision, and he drank thirstily from the seething crack. He sucked and licked as if the colorless oils seeping from the internal center of her vagina was sustenance to him. No matter how much he poured into his mouth, he always needed more, and his wicked tongue lanced in to dredge out the fluid.
Lisa's coral center, flooded with the quantity of sodden fluids, lay wide open before the mouth of the hungry Sam. He was shooting his stiff tongue out like a cupid's dart against the ultra-sensitive button of the girl's clitoris. Lisa felt her feminine capsule-shaped bit of hard flesh stiffen even more as it filled with blood, swelling, enlarging, standing out and looking like a tiny cock. Sam's soft, firm hands braced the young girl's thighs wider apart. Lisa was able to see the shining gleam in his eyes as they concentrated on the soft length of her wide-apart inner lips. He was glancing up and down, trying to decide which part of her inner pinkness intrigued him the most. And when his eyes looked even lower, Lisa understood he was staring at the tiny button-like hole of her anus, staring at it as if it were some kind of bud, ready to flower open. As far as the young girl was concerned, this shoe-repair man had to be more than a little off his rocker. What kind of thrill did any man get at staring at a woman's asshole?
"Yyyiiieeee!" Lisa shouted, trembling, for the first time understanding her screams and shouts would never be heard because Sam had left his machinery running.
The man's lancing oral organ felt as if it were burning her hot, tight anus, trying to dig into it for a moment. But Lisa clenched it too tightly, and there was no way his tongue was going to force its way in at that time. Before the young girl realized it, Sam had flattened his tongue against the length of her steaming pussy crack, rubbing it up and down, letting the sand-papery organ massage her clit and inner cuntlips at the same time, causing fresh stabs of wonder to shoot into her young body. Bolt after bolt of delicious sensation charged through her, and the very heavens themselves seemed to open to her screams.
Wow! she thought. I'm as crazy as Mr. Mallo. I have to be, because I love it. I really love it. Oh God! What's wrong with me? How can I let myself enjoy something as crazy as this?
Lisa felt Sam's tongue licking and lapping at her vibrating and tormented clitoral nodule, slurping it without mercy. He was sucking on it as if he had tasted this little extension all his life instead of this being the first time. His moving tongue continued tantalizing the young girl, shaking her up as she felt it move in maddening concentric circles around the stiff extension of her penis-like organ. The sucking sounds he made as he continued dredging the hot flow from her tormented pussy made Lisa think Sam was quaffing the nectar of the gods rather than the oily flow from between her cuntlips. She felt his lips anxiously clamping solidly against the trembling, vibrating, quivering bit of rigid flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued his hungry sucking. She heard his twitching penis slap against the hard sheets of leather, leaving pools of his own seeping lubricant.
"Uuuuhhhhggghhh . . . Mr. Mallo-o-o-o . . . ooonnn-nggghhh . . . aaahh . . . " she sighed, and her shouts were swallowed by the noise of the shop's machinery as the sound seemed to blanket the entire place. Jolt after jolt of lascivious, tormented delight bounced back and forth within Lisa's shuddering, gasping, sighing, delightedly tortured body as she felt what she sincerely thought was a lunatic literally sucking her insides out of her. Her head slammed against the top sheet of leather on which she was lying, and the dark-haired girl was certain she would faint from the sheer rapture invading her. This, as far as she was concerned, had to be the ultimate experience. She was angry that her mother insisted on keeping it such a deep, dark secret. At her age, she had every right to discover things like this for herself. In fact, her mother ought to have explained such things to her. The thrills building up inside her because of the tongue were indescribable, and she knew this had to be the single most wonderful thing in her entire life to ever happen to her.
Now the young girl's brain felt totally sapped of the ability to think, feeling herself being guided along the pathway to rapturous paradise by the lapping oral digit still licking into the heated center of her quivering body. Her vagina lips instinctively pouted out to meet the kissing mouth pressed against them as her loins quivered and quaked, straining to enjoy the thrills imparted by the continually moving tongue. Thrilling enchantment seemed to flood her quivering young body.
Lisa was an impressionable girl. like most girls her age, she had often dreamed of the handsome prince spiriting her away to a life of ease and luxury. Now that Sam was sucking the sweetness of her cunt, she imagined him to be the man of her dreams. She was certain no man was able to do this to a girl if he didn't love her. Yes, that was it! Deep down, Sam Mallo loved her. And though Sam would have laughed at the idea at that time, the truth of the matter was, he was slow-iy falling in love with the young girl, as he was falling in love with her mother. And as Sam continued stabbing his stiffened tongue into her sodden depths, sliding it out while riding it against her clitoris, Lisa fantasized herself as falling more and more deeply in love with the shoe-repair man.
The acoustic ceiling above her seemed to waver and blur before her young eyes, and then it seemed to be lowering itself, enlarging and swelling in front of her eyes until she was almost sightless. The flaring fire between Lisa's pillarly thighs seemed to blossom all the more intensely until the pretty, baby-faced teenager thought her entire youthful self would be consumed. Without knowing what she was doing, Lisa wound her taut thighs around the shoe-repair man's head as, like a starving ram, he continued feeding at the deliciousness offered within the confines of her sodden trough.
Yes, Lisa thought, he loves me. He has to love me to do this. And I love what he's doing to me. It feels so wonderful. Gee! Maybe I love him, too. Oh gosh! I feel as if I want this entire face pushed inside me.
The girl's long, slender, alabaster limbs clung to the trapped head of the shoe-repair man. Sam's soft, firm hands reached under her rounded little ass-cheeks, hoisting the soft, fleshy orbs higher, raising the pink, meaty, tasty, oily flesh of her trembling vagina even higher, pressing it solidly against his lips so he was able to alternately suck the dripping juices from within, or nibble on the firm extension of her tasty clit.
Lisa felt Sam's cheeks rubbing against the ebony fluff curlingly surrounding her pink channel, and she writhed, pressing her outer lips against his face as well, determined this would not be the last time Sam Mallo did this to her. The man didn't realize it, but his doing this to Lisa assured him of her love and loyalty, permanently. Even as he was wondering how he'd be able to entice her here again, to let him do this again, Lisa was plotting to make him repeat this, as well.
Once again the man's tongue slashed lower, licking into the crack between her ass-cheeks, licking away, lapping at the little ring of rubbery flesh guarding the way into her rectum. This time the tongue licked more slowly, more tantalizingly, making the young girl relax, causing her to want to be filled with his tongue-even back there. The tongue licked at the puckered crinkle again and again, and then the digit stiffened into a scoop, once again determined to force its way into her. But this time it would enter by way of her asshole.
Lisa's tiny, rosebud-like sphincter automatically resisted the driving pressure of Sam's licking tongue. This made the shoe-repair man shove a little harder, and the girl abruptly felt herself surrendering to the pressure as her sphincter began to widen a little at a time. Finally, Sam was able to push the smallest fraction of an inch of tongue tip inside. To Lisa, it was as if the man had pushed the entire oral extension into her. She thought his tongue was squirming and writhing around in the very depths of her rectum. It was wild, insane, unbelievable, maddening. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.
"Aaaaaayyyyaaaiii.. . uhhhh . . . hhaaarrrggghhh . . . " the girl continued moaning with more and more consistency.
To Lisa, the sighs coming from her own throat sounded like a caged tabby cat calling to a wandering torn to come and get her. The young girl found it almost impossible to believe she was the one making such sounds. Yet they had to be coming from her own throat, because sounds coming from any other place would have been drowned out by the running machinery. Her small, almost non-existent breasts heaved up and down, the stiffened nipples wildly vacillating as her heart pounded more and more heavily within her. The totally chilling, delightful sensation of Sam's moving tongue as it pushed a fraction of an inch deeper into her anus was driving her totally wild.
He has to be either crazy or so in love he doesn't know what he's doing, Lisa thought. No one in his right mind would use a tongue like this.
Sam continued licking, stabbing, lunging with his tongue, sinking it a little deeper into her rectum with each forward thrust. His hands were holding onto her hips, tugging her toward him, sliding her body along the top most leather sheet, seeing the way her thighs bicycled the air while her heels pounded on his back. The idea he was able to build such pleasure in the young girl filled him with joy. After all, he was certain this was her first experience with any man, he was making it perfect for her.
The girl's lithe, slender thighs were wrapped all the more tightly around Sam's working head, and she felt a chill of wonder shake her as his face slid higher, and his tongue pushed into the slithery cooze so anxious to receive it. The working oral digit plunged deeply into the pink center of her humid pussy with a loud, "slluuurrppp!" The young girl felt the smooth tongue slide through her velvety vulva as if it had been custom-designed to fit inside her.
Certain there was not more she'd be able to enjoy, Lisa was taken completely by surprise when Sam's forefinger slid beneath and into her asscrack, seeking out her recently tongued asshole. She squealed and jumped with thrilling enjoyment as the forefinger slowly pushed its way inside her tight rectal rictus, moving deeper and deeper until he had the finger in up to the first knuckle. The moving digit spiraled its way around and around as the man's tongue continued its maddening swirl through the trembling funnel of her creaming pussy.
Abruptly, without a hint as to what he was doing, Sam slung his body on top of the leather sheets, turning it around so he was able to keep his tongue sunk in the heated center of Lisa's dripping cunt. He lay on his side with his groin near the young girl's head. Lisa was totally unaware of what he had done, she was in a state of almost-total euphoria. And then, his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and spun her on top of him with her vagina and buttocks hovering directly over his hungering mouth. She felt the heat of his breath coming up from beneath her, even as her eyes remained closed for an instant and she balanced herself on her knees and the palms of her hands.
Opening her eyes, Lisa found herself staring straight down into the man's wide-open groin. His hairy thighs fascinated her, but not nearly as much as the huge, swollen immensity of his shuddering cock. She stared at the rigid pink length of it, watching it waver from side to side. Multitudes of blood vessels road-mapped their way through the massive organ, circling it, running from tip to base, creating a contrast to the pinkness of the velvety flesh. The massive purple head pushed out from the collar of foreskin, drenched in its own colorless juices, and as a result, shining brilliantly.
"Lisa . . . " Sam gasped. "You promised . . . you said if I made you feel good, you'd make me feel good . . . "
"Yes . . . " Lisa admitted, almost hypnotized by the wavering phallus.
"Kiss it, Lisa," he begged. "Kiss it, like I'm kissing you."
Lisa almost snapped out of the hypnotic trance in which the sight of Sam's cock had placed her. Was he some kind of a nut? Did he really think she was going to take that huge, gigantic, swollen column of flesh and press her lips to it? He had to be crazy! Why would any man think a girl would so something as awful as that?
But the young girl stared helplessly at the pulsating whang, amazed any man was able to sport something so thick and long between his thighs and not have it show. She was able to inhale the rich, musky fragrance it emitted, noting how clean the man was. She smelled a lot of soap with the natural musk he emitted, yet the musky scent was definitely arousing. The man's huge, upstanding phallus, blood-swollen and vein-lined, was using some sort of magnetic attraction to draw her young mouth closer. Lisa was unable to understand why, but her head was moving lower, and the sputum in her mouth was drooling out, down her cheek and neck. She was feeling an intense desire to do more than he asked. She didn't want to merely kiss the purple dome. She wanted to suck on it. This whole thing was crazy. She had to stop herself.
Lord! It was a massive, pulsating brad, with a sightless eye continually crying as if weeping because the young girl was fighting the urge to slide it between her lips. The closer Lisa's face came to the shimmering penis, the larger it seemed to grow, springing out from the man's tan loins, the fleshy base surrounded by thick, dark-brown curls. Gee! To Lisa it seemed so strange to see something so long and hard extending out from under the pelvic bush when there was absolutely nothing reaching out from beneath her own pelvic hedge. The sight was terribly arousing. The hard penis shook and jerked like a jackhammer about to go out of control, continually swelling and receding under her stare as her face continued moving closer.
Now she was more clearly able to see the sac containing the two balls, underneath. She saw each was an oval-shaped ball, egg-shaped, with the left ball slightly bigger. The sac in which they were contained was so wrinkly, and all covered with hair, and the balls seemed to be alive inside, leaping up and down.
The penis seemed so alive; a thing apart from the rest of Sam's body. It was so large, so thick, so nearly elephantine, yet looking so helpless, staring at her with a plea in its sightless eye, as if trying to say, "Please kiss me!" It was so helpless at the moment, so in need of love. Lisa was unable to refuse the mute appeal.
Slowly, very slowly the young girl parted her pretty lips feeling a warm, quivering anxiety shoot through her. Balancing herself on one hand, she used her other hand to wrap its slim, tapered fingers around the shuddering phallic extension, letting her palm slide down the purple dome and caress the pink shaft. Her head dipped lower, and the girl slid the massive dome between her sucking lips, not knowing why she was doing it, yet feeling a hidden, uncontrollable urge to protect the massive organ in the tender confines of her sucking mouth. She sipped the animal essence of his sticky lubricity, tasting it as it seeped like warm syrup from the narrow hole in the purple tip. The girl's tongue tasted the sweetness of the flowing seepage as it lapped around and around the throbbing head repeatedly, making it twitch all the more. The more she licked, the more lubrication came oozing out, and the more she drank. She didn't want to waste a single precious drop of the dripping fluid. Now she was beginning to understand why Sam had been so careful about gobbling up all the liquid emitted by her own dripping vagina. Each time her tongue circled the helmet-like head, touching the underside where a small bit of webbing joined it to the rest of the stalk, Lisa was rewarded by hearing Sam moan a little.
"Unngghhh . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeaaagghhhh . . . wow!" Sam chillingly gasped. "Oh kid, you have one heck of a mouth! Oh God!"
"Do you really like it?" Lisa asked, raising her head and stopping the suction for a moment.
"I wish I could come home to something like this every night," Sam gasped.
Lisa thrilled to his words. It was almost a proposal as far as she was concerned. She lowered her mouth to the trembling organ and slipped her lips over the dome like a cowl, feeling herself ascending into yet another paradise as Sam's mouth went back to licking her pussy. She truly enjoyed sucking the swollen phallus, and had someone tried taking it out of her mouth, Lisa would have bitten it off to retain possession of it. Her hand gripped the very base of the cock as her mouth struggled to sink lower. She had such a tiny oral cave, and the massive cock was so long and so massively thick. Her ears picked up sounds of Sam's humming enjoyment as his face sank deeper and deeper into the swamp of her tight pussy. She felt her cuntlips opening and surrounding his mouth as his tongue speared into her frothing vaginal depths again. His nose was pressed against the bud of her asshole, massaging it as his chin rubbed her clitoris while his tongue sank ever deeper into the fuming infinity of her sweet cunt. All the while her own tongue and lips continued massaging and sucking on the upper half of his swollen penis. She had to literally stretch her mouth to fit the thickness within, but to Lisa it was worth it.
And at the same time her fingers tightly gripped the lower three inches of cock and yanked hard, very hard, feeling the pulsating artery at the base in the underside, as well as the tube through which the sperm would eventually travel.
To the fifteen-year-old girl this was one of the most singularly wonderful things she had ever encountered in life. She ached to reproach her mother for not having taught her all about this, but she knew better. One mention of something like this to Gail, and the older woman might shut her away from Sam forever. No, Lisa had to keep her mouth shut, except for when she was sucking on Sam's cock, because she was determined she would do this again and again. And to have him delve into the sodden depths of her tiny pussy with his own mouth meant Sam truly liked her, perhaps even loved her.
Sam used his tongue to swipe through every last delicious millimeter of the young girl's virginal pussy, savoring the tasty flow continually oozing from deep inside her taut, feminine body, feeling the way her muscular walls tried gripping his tongue and pulling it out by the roots. The shoe-repair man began slurping and drinking with a maddened vengeance, feeling the unbelievable bliss of the young girl's mouth delightfully sucking his penis with an avidity most females would never have.
God! God! God! Lisa had never felt so totally aroused before in her young life. In fact, she had never felt aroused even the littlest bit, before. What Sam was doing to her, and letting her do to him, was inflaming her as nothing else on earth. The swollen cock, stuffed right up against her throat, enlarging her mouth, was the most wonderfully exotic thing Lisa had ever enjoyed. Not even her trip to Walt Disney World was this wonderful. And the thrilling tickle of Sam's working tongue in the fiery depths of her flustered pussy was enough to cause a multitude of new feelings she had never known before. Mini-orgasms flowed through the girl repeatedly.
Lisa managed to push her head the littlest bit lower, feeling the leaking glans pressing against the entrance to her young gullet. More and more of the vellicating penis seemed to slide between the lips, leaving room for only two fingers and her thumb at the base of the phallic spire. Her lips were sucking nearly four-fifths of the way down, now, pulling in more and more of the enormous cock. When she was as far down as she was able to go without gagging, her mouth slowly withdrew, sliding up, her lips tightly pulling on the length of the stanchion slowly slipping out from between them. When only the dome of onionshaped glans remained in her mouth, Lisa's tongue circled the head, slurping off any additional flavorful drops, causing a muffled gasp to come roaring from Sam's mouth, into the heated center of her own feminine tunnel.
As her mouth lowered itself on the penis again, Lisa was aware of Sam driving his loins upward, and the steel poker stretching her mouth didn't stop at her esophagus, this time. It drove through the narrow portal, filling her pharynx with its meat. The girl thought she would gag, but after a moment, her gullet relaxed and was able to contain the immense thickness. She felt Sam compensate for driving his cock into her throat, by shoving his face all the more strongly between her loins and spiking his tongue into the creaming depths of her boiling twat. The wild sucking sounds made by Sam were barely able to be heard above the roar of the shop's machinery.
Lisa trembled with maddened abandon as her sucking lips strongly tugged on the thick phallic meat sawing between them. The young girl shivered as she felt Sam's teeth all but bite into the tender flesh behind her labia, his mouth reaching into the innermost recesses of her throbbing, boiling pussy. He licked at her inner hallway while trying to keep her tender, rigid clitoris locked between this teeth, chewing lightly and driving her insane with passion. The hand not gripping the base of his cock reached down and began fondling his bloated testicles as she pushed even more of his pulsing penis into her throat, cramming it full of his meat. Her fingers danced over the tender balls, caressing the sensual, wrinkled outer flesh as well as the delicate egg-shaped weights within. She cradled the bull shit, fondling them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs, and all the while she strained her face closer and closer to the hairy base of his groin, forcing her mouth lower and lower. The swollen, stone-like length filling her throat probed farther into her esophagus, once again creating a choking sensation. At this point Lisa no longer cared whether she choked or not. The thrills were so rampantly good, she was willing to die if it meant filling her mouth with the entire length of the phallic prod. Somehow, in some way, she had to get every last little bit of the masculine gristle into her mouth.
Inhaling through her nose, Lisa pushed her mouth lower, totally relaxing, letting her pharynx accustom itself to the weighty thickness of the probing cock, feeling the head continually throbbing as it swelled and receded. She rapturously thrilled to the way it plugged her throat, the bole rubbing against her tongue and palate as the spongy head probed ever deeper into her clogged gullet. The massive cock pumped between her sucking cheeks, running up and down, up and down, and each time it pushed into her throat, it seemed to reach the littlest bit deeper. The girl sucked wildly, thrilling to the taste of the meat as she had never enjoyed the flavor of anything else, before. And after awhile, she realized she had the entire length totally filling her mouth.
Caressing Sam's testicles with her left hand, Lisa slowly raised her head, letting the huge pylon of flesh slide along her tongue and palate as it moved out from between her sucking lips. She kept on pulling until the entire length was out of her mouth, then she yanked the throbbing, turgid prong to the side, lowered her head, and proceeded to tongue the balls, licking them again and again, feeling the sac containing them tighten up and pull into Sam's groin. Her licking tongue washed across one ball, then the other, in a single wide stroke, stopping every now and again to lick the penis, as well, for the penis remained her first love. Lisa gripped the pulsating wand with her right hand, yanking up and down, squeezing it as if trying to strangle it, listening to Sam's gasping sighs as he pushed his working mouth even deeper into the fuming center of her tender box. Her rapturously aroused tissues seemed to fasten themselves to the working oral extension Sam plunged into Lisa, and the girl writhed and wriggled wildly, enjoying the way the moving tongue continued working its way in and out.
Lisa popped the plum-like head of the shuddering phallus between her sucking lips again, pulling on the staff as if her own existence depended on the fluids she was able to coax from this wonderful instrument. Her saliva came pouring from her mouth, running down the length of the massive joystick. At the same time, her ass-cheeks quivered as her burning pussy enjoyed the sensation of Sam's tongue being buried all the way into it.
Lisa continued sucking for uncounted minutes, and then Sam suddenly lifted his head from inside her flooding pussy. His face was all red and he was gasping for breath. She felt the man's fingers delicately part her dripping cuntlips, carefully tugging them apart, then blowing cool air into her, causing her to writhe all the more.
Sam's hands gripped the girl's rounded white ass-cheeks and tugged her hot thighs even farther over his face, cramming the flustered vagina more solidly against his mouth and nose, letting the dark, curling pussy hairs tickled his cheeks. He listened as the young girl gasped almost agonizingly as the throbbing cap sank into her tight, narrow esophagus again.
In a maddened frenzy now, Lisa began chewing strongly with her teeth while her ass-cheeks writhed wildly under the grip of Sam's squeezing fingers. Her seething, boiling pussy crammed itself all the more solidly against Sam's hungering face, thrilling to the pressure of his nose against her tender clit. Sam violently jammed his tongue even deeper into the hot, steamy folds of the girl's cuntal opening, seeking, searching, lingually examining her tender interior as the digit roamed ever deeper. The young girl sighed and gasped with even more delight, her own lips solidly encasing the frankfurter-like length of Sam', swollen meat. She sucked harder and harder, feeling the pole become thicker and even harder as it strainer! out from between Sam's thighs.
Lisa gripped the shoe-repair man's buttocks wickedly with her fingers as her hot, squeezing thighs continued pressing around the man's face. And her own swamp-like cunt continued trying to absorb Sam's tongue as it moved in and out. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and crushed and clenched, doing their best to keep the oral extension from Sam's mouth locked inside. But Lisa's young cunt-muscles were only so powerful, and the complete lack of friction created by her wet vagina permitted his tongue to slither back and forth, repeatedly.
Lisa felt the sensation starting to build inside her. She had no idea what it was she was feeling, but she knew it was enlarging, like a balloon. If it continued, it would shortly burst. She knew it. There was no restraining the feeling. There was nothing minor about this feeling, though it bore some small resemblance to the little orgasms she had felt, moments before. She had no idea what it was she was feeling, but she did know she liked it. She wanted this one to be the best one of all, and from the way it was building, she had no doubt that was precisely what would happen.
Sam's hands were on her back, feeling her muscles ripple as her mouth hungrily continued masticating his penis, greedily sucking and slurping with ever-mounting fierceness. The raven-haired girl trembled as she felt the lingual extension slash into her cunt. Feeling how far in Sam's nose was pressing, Lisa began wondering how the shoe-repair man was able to breathe. His tongue seemed to be tickling her navel from the inside.
Lapping up and down with his tongue, Sam slid his face out and began licking the clitoris wildly. And the entire time he felt Lisa vibrating and wildly squirming, clamping both hands around his swollen balls and squeezing them as her head moved up and down over the full length of the throbbing penis. The enlarged, rubbery head was pushing almost two inches into her esophagus, and trying to dig its way even deeper inside.
Lisa was sucking, slurping, gagging, gasping, and mewling all at the same time. Her interior trembled to the feeling of Sam's grunts as his hot breath shot into her tight cunt, the sounds totally muffled by her slick mucous membranes. Sam's tongue continued working between her seething interior and her shuddering clitoral button as he tugged the extended organ between his pursed lips, making the girl writhe and churn. The young girl ground her seething pussy down again and again, feeling her virginal labia part all the more widely, trying to vacuum Sam's face as far in as possible. Her round ass-cheeks churned in a frantic rotation as her orgasm welled up and hit, hard.
Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of semen as it pumped through the narrow tube in the underside of his phallus, now all the way down her throat. The spunk came pouring out in a heavy overflow, catching her completely off guard, since she had no idea what to expect. His floodgates seemed to suddenly open, and the man's flooding load was finally unleashed, roaring in a blinding monsoon into the girl's anxious, sucking throat.
"WWWWAAAAWWWAAAGGGGHHH!" Sam bellowed, his lips still mucilaged to Lisa's oceanic pussy.
Lisa, totally off-balance, swallowed hurriedly, at first to keep herself from strangling, but after awhile because she found herself enjoying the taste of the sperm. Sam was trying to slam his whang even deeper into the girl's throat, but to no avail, because the mighty tower was already starting to weaken and shrivel. This was his first ejaculation anywhere inside a young girl, and he had to admit it was the wildest one he'd ever enjoyed. Not that he felt any less love for the girl's mother, but he was feeling a strong sense of devotion for Lisa, as well. His throbbing cock fired one wicked blast after another down the hungering throat of the young Lisa. The girl felt the explosions hit the back of her throat as she rode her own aching cunt against Sam's face.
like all good things, their mutual orgasms finally ended. Lisa climbed down and hurriedly dressed. For a moment, Sam thought the girl now felt ashamed of what they had done, because she didn't speak to him, but when she finished dressing, she looked up at him as he pulled his own pants on, and said, "That was fun, Sam. I liked it. Can we do it again sometime?"
"Sure," he nodded as she went to the door.
"But don't tell my ma," she cautioned. "She never lets me have fun!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Gail was in a quandary. She enjoyed being with Sam, but knew the intimate relationship was leading to something permanent. Gail didn't want a permanent relationship with Sam. True, he was handsome enough, he was a fantastic lover, but the living he earned was just adequate. She Wanted luxury, this time. Lisa's father had earned an adequate living, and once he had left her, Gail had been forced to slave to maintain the same standard of living. This time she wanted a better than well-to-do man, in case things didn't work out, when a divorce came through, there would be a hefty cash settlement. Whether she remained married to her next mate or not, Gail wanted security.
Yet the woman was strongly attracted to Sam. She had to admit that much to herself. He was a good companion to have on a lonely Saturday night. And as the weeks passed, he filled her weekends as surely as he filled her tight pussy with his thick, heavy cock. She enjoyed his company, especially on picnics, or in the movies. Once, she had even allowed Lisa to come with them on a picnic, and Gail saw how well Sam got along with her daughter. It was the kind of relationship she wished Lisa would have with the man she, Gail, eventually hoped to marry.
What irritated Gail the most was the fact that she was feeling herself starting to fall in love with the shoe-repair man. Crazy as it sounded, she enjoyed his company even when they were not sharing a sexual bout. Just being around him made her feel warm and comfortable. And what was more, she was able to see Sam was just as comfortable with her. Damn! She had to do something, or this would get out-of-hand.
The only way to change things was to date other men. When they heard she was a divorcee, they were more than willing to go out with Gail. After all, divorcees were supposed to be hot to trot. And so, Gail reserved Friday evenings and Sundays for Sam, but went out with other men on Saturday night. She rejected most of their advances, since she wanted to get to know a man well before she'd allow herself to be physically handled. Most men were impatient, and when they saw she would not put out, simply stopped seeing her.
Gail worked in a small office in the heart of the village in which she lived. She had worked her way up to becoming a private secretary, and though her boss was a somewhat handsome man, he had always been all business until a Monday in early October. When he buzzed her, Gail went into the man's plush office, and he said, "Mrs. Roberts, I'm going away to a conference this weekend at a plush hotel resort not too far from here. Since I'll want notes taken of the conference, I was wondering if you might want to come along."
Mr. Sidlander was not quite Gail's idea of a dream man, but he wasn't at all bad-looking. True, he was a bit portly, and he was losing his hair, but he was still presentable. Gail understood he was indirectly propositioning her, and since he was a bachelor, Gail reasoned this might be the opportunity for which she had been waiting. If she performed to his satisfaction, it might be the start of one helluva relationship.
"All right," she nodded. "I'll tell my daughter and make my plans accordingly."
"Fine," Sidlander nodded.
When she went home, that evening, Gail told Lisa she would be going away for the weekend, on business. She wanted Lisa to spend the weekend at her grandmother's house, but the grandmother was going to visit some friends, so Gail had to make Lisa promise not to allow any strangers into the house. Lisa promised, thinking of Sam as not being a stranger. Since that time he and she had shared what she subsequently learned was a sixty-nine, Sam had avoided any physical contact with her, though she had gone to his store often enough and early enough.
At first, Lisa thought she might have done something to displease the shoe-repair man. But when she realized her mother was still dating Sam, Lisa understood he was giving Gail some of what he had given her that day at the shoe store. One Friday evening, she even sneaked out of her grandmother's house and climbed up the fire escape to the apartment she shared with her mother. Lo and behold, there was Sam, doing something with her mother, though it wasn't the same thing he had done with her. No, Sam was pushing that sweet-tasting, delicious cock into the hole between her mother's thighs, and as she watched from outside the window, Lisa felt jealous. Seeing how much pleasure her mother was getting from the penis inside her, Lisa wanted to feel it in her vagina, as well. And now the opportunity was being handed to her, because her mother said, "Lisa, dear. I won't be able to keep my dates with Sam this Friday night and Sunday. Tomorrow, on your way to school, will you tell him not to stop by this weekend."
"Sure, mom," Lisa nodded, smiling.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gail hadn't had any kind of vacation since her honeymoon, and going to the Rampion Hotel with her employer, Holloway Sidlander, was a thrill for her. He had ordered a suite with two bedrooms, though Gail knew better than to think both bedrooms would be used. Yet Sidlander was kind enough to make it appear as if they had separate bedrooms.
It was late in the afternoon when they arrived at the hotel, and, just as Sidlander had claimed, there was a convention going on. It was an insurance convention.
Sidlander was a top insurance broker, and he always made various conventions given by various companies. He usually attended six different conventions each year.
There was a meeting of all the brokers at five-thirty, and Sidlander insisted Gail be there. She was to carry a small tape recorder in her purse, and record whatever was said. Later, when they returned to the office on Monday, she'd be able to transcribe it all to paper.
The meeting lasted a half-hour, then the brokers parted, going to their rooms. Dinner was at eight. Gail was overjoyed, since this would give her time for a soothing bath.
When she and Sidlander entered the suite, the woman gasped. She was unaccustomed to such luxury. The carpet was almost ankle-deep, and everything was a soft shade of blue, including the satin draperies and the gauze curtains covering the windows.
Gail went to what was ostensibly her bedroom, wondering why Sidlander had not yet made any kind of move. So far, he hadn't tried to so much as hold her hand, and Gail was afraid the man might have been serious when he said he wanted her there for business purposes.
"We share a joint bathroom," Sidlander told her. "Do you wish to use it, first?" He was standing in her bedroom doorway.
"Please," she nodded. "I'm dying for a soak in the bathtub."
"I want a shower, myself. Hey, look," he told her, "the stall shower is separate from the tub. Let me go in first and shower, and while I'm in the shower, you can take your bath."
"While you're still in the bathroom?" she asked. "I'll be behind an almost-opaque shower door," he assured her.
"All right," she nodded. "I'll give you ten minutes to get into the shower, then I'm coming in."
Going to the closet, Gail found her clothing had been hung up by one of the hotel maids. She found her robe, hurriedly undressed, and put it on while Sidlander went back to his own bedroom, then went into the bathroom. She listened, and when she heard the shower door close while the shower was still running, Gail peered into the bathroom. It was a large, well-lit bathroom, and steam from the shower was already starting to blanket the place. She heard him scrubbing himself in the shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, she ran a tub of hot water, pouring in bath salts, and soon suds all but filled the tub. Taking off the robe, she draped it over the bathroom stool, then stepped into the large, hexagonal tub. The heat immediately began soaking into her tired muscles and bones, making her feel warm and good. She lay there for a good ten minutes before she realized the sound of the shower had stopped.
The bathroom was still steamy, but Gail was able to make out the shower stall. It snapped open, and a wet Holloway Sidlander stepped out. He reached as if to take a towel from the towel bar near the shower, but Gail was unable to miss the truncheon he sported. It was a huge cock, already stiff and hard, leaving little doubt as to what the man had been thinking while he had been in the shower.
"Well, well, well," he said in his gravelly voice. "I don't need my glasses to see you look just like a water nymph."
Gail was annoyed at this obvious ploy. She had hoped her employer would be a bit more subtle about it all. No woman wanted to be thought of as an easy lay.
"Please, Mr. Sidlander . . . " she began.
"Holly," he broke in. "All my friends call me Holly. And when we're alone I want you to consider me a friend, too. In public, we still have an employer-employee relationship, but alone like this, we're friends."
"Holly, then. I wish you hadn't done it this way. I mean, I knew what you wanted when you invited me here, and I was willing, provided you treated me like a lady and showed me some respect. I mean, I'm not a tramp."
Sidlander walked over to the tub, his thick cock stiffly moving before him. Gail was able to see it was just the littlest bit thinner and smaller than Sam's.
"Don't be such a prude," he smiled, staring down at the bare white shoulders showing above the bubbles. It was plain from the gleam in his eyes he was aware of the glorious shape underneath the soap. The curving neckline and smooth flesh made Sidlander hungry. In his mind, a woman this sensuous was surely getting it from someone. He had watched her for a long time, always hungry for her, but never wanting to mix business with sex, since Gail was a very efficient secretary. But in the past few weeks, the woman had become even more radiant, as if someone was really pumping away. Well now it was his turn. Gail was no dummy. When he had invited her to this convention, she knew full well what to expect. Where did she come off giving him this crap about his not respecting her? Didn't he order a suite with separate bedrooms, to give the appearance she was sleeping by herself? What the hell was he supposed to do . . . send up a dozen roses, ply her with champagne, then seduce her in her own bedroom in the middle of the night, peeling away wisps of clothing a bit at a time while her mind floated free and easy? Hell! That was a crock! He had brought her here with the express purpose of getting laid. He didn't need notes taken at this convention or at any other convention. She was getting a free, all-expense-paid weekend at a plush hotel, where she would be entitled to do any shopping-within reason, and in return, she was giving Sidlander the use of her body as often as he wished, for as long as he wished. Hell! Maybe the hard-to-get attitude was just an act, so she'd be able to convince herself she hadn't merely surrendered her body the moment he had asked.
"Would you mind covering that thing up and walking out of here so I can get out of the tub," Gail insisted.
"You're damn right I'd mind it," Sidlander told her, stepping closer to the tub. "Right now, what this body of mine needs is some more soap suds. Move over, honey. Holly is coming in."
"Holly . . . Mr. Sidlander . . . stop it. Don't! No! You can't!" Gail gasped, staring, terrified as the man put one foot into the hexagonal tub. Then his other foot was in and he was standing directly over her. For some reason he seemed so much heavier completely naked. His shoulders and forearms were smooth and bulging with a little bit of muscle, while his belly was rounded and bulged a little above his pelvis. Not that it was a bad sight. Gail knew she was able to live with a man as fleshy as Holly Sidlander. His belly didn't bother her . . . too much. And his hairy chest looked nice and masculine. His thighs weren't at all heavy, and she had to admit his cock was nice and thick. True, it lacked the full length and breadth of the one sported by Sam Mallo, but it was still a nice cock. Certainly Sidlander had nothing to be ashamed of. Yet Gail eventually wanted this man to marry her. Giving him her cunt so easily might make him shy off. After all, the man might reason that if she was this readily available to him, she might be equally available to other men. So the dark-haired woman shrank to the far side of the bathtub, trying to cling to the cold tile wall in the corner.
Sidlander stopped for an instant, enjoying the sight of her body as the soapsuds swirled away from it. He enjoyed her incredibly naked loveliness as she half-lifted herself out of the tub. Her eyes were wide with astonishment. Suds were streaked in fluffy lines across her firm, small breasts, running down the flat of her belly, into the inwardly curving chamber between her thighs. Lots of suds clung to her pubic hair, as well as to her wet hips and thighs.
To Holly Sidlander, who had enjoyed his share of women, Gail was just another lay. True, he hoped to maintain a working relationship with her, hoping this would not cause her to eventually leave the office. But Sidlander was a bachelor by choice, knowing at his age, fifty, he was still choice property for a female. When he aged another fifteen years, he might then consider marriage to a nice homebody who would be able to devote herself to his comfort the rest of his life. But for now, he wanted to go on tasting the various women the world had to offer, knowing he "passed this way but once."
The man had to admit Gail was truly a beautiful woman. From the dark bangs on her forehead, shading her wide eyes, to her slender ankles hidden beneath the soap, she was all woman. She had the kind of body that would stop a race-car driver just before the finish line. The hot, wet, glowing reality of her naked body was too much for him to resist. Christ! He had to have some of it. He was aware of his stamina, and knew if he came once, now, he'd be able to raise another erection by the time they went to bed. But he wanted into this pretty pussy.
"Holly . . . please!" Gail begged. "For the love of heaven leave me alone right now," she pleaded, her eyes darting around, looking for hand-holds. Little by little she was inching herself out of the water.
Sidlander's eyes narrowed in licentious expectation as he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the wall. He was moaning as his face approached hers. Gail opened her mouth to object, only to feel his lips clamp against hers while his tongue lanced into her mouth. He clung to her ripe lips almost frantically. Gail tried to anguishedly twist her head to the side, her wrists pushing back against the steel grip of his hands. Somehow she managed to twist her face away from his, but his mouth pressed against her cheek and kissed there, as well as against the slender length of her white neck. Soon he was kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and her throat. And it was obvious from the way his tongue licked out that he found her a tasty morsel wherever he kissed her. Every part of her body seemed to be a delicious treat to the man, as if she was made for kissing as well as for fucking. She was moaning and sighing, jerking her head this way and that as Sidlander's kisses continued raining all over her.
"Holly.. . no.. . stop it.. . don't. . . please.. . don't do this . . . for heavens' sake . . . " she gasped.
"Come on, honey," Sidlander gasped. "You admitted you know why I invited you here. Hell! You're the most delectable female I've ever seen. Come on! Give me a little now, before supper. It'll perk up both our appetites."
Sidlander tugged the woman against his own wet body, fiercely clinging to her, mashing the silky, wet warmth of her white flesh against him, his stolid penis standing straight up between their pressing bellies. One of his hands slid behind her then came up and almost viciously gripped the back of her head holding her still as he kissed her. Blast after blast of delicious sensation shot through the man as he held Gail close. His hairy chest blanketed her soft, firm breasts. Her nipples were digging through the matted curls and scraping against his own flesh. His tongue stiffened and fucked straight into her mouth again, pushing between her teeth and wandering through her soft, warm, wet oral cavern. Because his hand gripped her head, Gail was unable to turn away, and Sidlander seemed to glory in the scintillating, tingling stings that rampantly ran through his trembling loins.
Gail was afraid, now. She had come here to be fucked, but lovingly fucked. This was roughness to which she had become unaccustomed since coming to know Sam Mallo. She shoved with her hands, trying to push the man away from her, but she was unable to break her employer's grip. Her breathing was heavy now, pouring out through her nostrils since he had complete control of her mouth. The way his mouth tugged on her tongue made Gail think the man was going to suck the very life out of her. What was wrong with him? Why was he behaving so crazily? Had he somehow or other managed to get drunk since they had arrived? She didn't think so. He really hadn't had an opportunity. She kept on squirming and pushing against him, and her foot slipped on the slick, wet flooring of the bathtub. She would have fallen and hurt herself had his grip on her not been so firm. Even so, his fingers felt brutal.
Sidlander's mouth finally peeled away from hers, and he was loudly panting as he stared into her wide, frightened eyes. Their faces were mere inches apart, and she was able to see the crooked smile twisting his lips.
"Be careful," Sidlander said to her. "You could hurt yourself, and then we wouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves, at all. I just saved you from a nasty fall. Now you hold onto me."
Grabbing her arms, Sidlander wrapped them around his slightly swollen body, pressing her close as his own hands cupped her naked, rounded buttocks, rotating her so her pelvis all but swallowed up the thickness of his poker as it rubbed against her pubic bush. At the same time he clamped his mouth on hers, kissing her even harder.
Flames jolted through Gail's body, searing her as she felt her genitals mashed up against Sidlander's throbbing penis. Her ass-cheeks became hotter and hotter in the squeezing clutch of his insistently moving fingers. The heated bath water had drained much of her strength, and along with it, her will to resist. The blood-bloated, passion-aroused phallus was throbbing in twitching spasms against the softness of her flat belly and mons, and his tongue was rampantly fucking its way in and out of her anxious mouth like a tiny, slender pink prick.
Gail's arms tightened around Sidlander's body, and her hands began sliding up and down his back, shoulders, and even his flat buttocks. The hardness of his masculine body, even though it had a little fat on it, was becoming more and more exciting under the pressure of her wandering palms. His steely, digging tongue in her soft, moist mouth was lapping in time with the continually insistent throb of his totally rigid prick. Now Gail began allowing her own tongue to respond, and found herself licking his oral extension as a low moan filled her throat. The two of them began a lingual duel, lashing tongues from one mouth to the other and back again, sucking, teasing, tantalizing, cajoling and fencing as the soap bubbles slowly but surely evaporated from around their bodies.
The two stood in the tub, locked together, huffing, puffing with eagerness now, feeling how incredibly enjoyable it was to rub their naked bodies together. They kissed and hugged, squirming and writhing against one another for countless minutes as the steam totally receded and the bathroom mirrors were almost clear, again. At one point, in the middle of a kiss, Gail opened her eyes and looked past Sidlander's face into the mirror behind him. She saw the reflections of their bodies pressed against one another, and it occurred to her how ridiculous she looked pressed against this man. When she saw herself with Sam, it always looked so natural. But with Holly Sidlander it seemed almost grotesque. The sight hit her hard, breaking the spell she had slowly been falling under. What was she doing? Had she become a complete tramp? Was sex the only way she was able to relate to men, now? First Sam, now Holly Sidlander?
"No!" she suddenly screamed, her shout bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. "No! Holly! No! It's just not right!" she shouted as she ripped her lips from his and struggled, pushing against his hairy chest.
"It sure as hell is right," Sidlander insisted, twisting her two arms behind her, then gripping the two wrists with one hand while his other hand began playing with the solid nipples of her small, firm breasts. He was breathing raggedly and tautly as he said, "No more horsing around. We both know the reason for your being here. And don't try to kid me about your not wanting it just as much as me. A moment ago you were fairly begging me for it."
His one hand gripped her wrists a bit more tightly, while the hand massaging her nipples now slid down to the juncture between her white, delectable thighs. His finger slid, with some delightful resistance, into the tightness of her sucking pussy, pushing all the way in, then sliding out and rubbing up and down the length of her sucking inner labia. The moment he touched Gail there, she felt lost. The merest titillation made her body respond. She shut her eyes and threw her head back, leaving her long white throat exposed, a soft stem to be loved and kissed and bitten. The small hills of Gail's round, ripe breasts stood up regally from the sensuous plain of her white rib cage, their tips the color of pink roses, the nipples as large and as tasty in appearance as muscatel grapes.
Sidlander lowered his head and closed his lips around the two nipples, one at a time. He sucked, then carefully, lightly bit, nibbling with his teeth around one hard, swollen pellet of pink sweetness. And all the while his finger slid up and down between the wet, sucking inner lips of her tantalized pussy, feeling the honeyed liquid stickily seeping out onto his moving hand. Christ! It had been a long time since he'd had a female this sweet.
Gail gasped, feeling the grip of Sidlander's other hand on her wrists as her arms remained tugged behind her back. Her upper arms were aching from the pressure, yet her mind was slowly able to forget the discomfort because of the delightful, tingling sensations caused by his nibbling teeth and sucking lips as they worked on her nipples. And then there was that probing finger as it pushed its way back into the sucking depths of her throbbing vagina. Oh Lord! She wasn't able to take much more of this. She'd come then and there, standing up in the bath tub. His sucking, slurping mouth seemed to be reaching something deep down inside her, bringing wild sensations through her breasts and then through the rest of her body until she was totally overwhelmed by what Sidlander was doing. He sucked all the more strongly, his method of lovemaking different from that of either her former husband, or Sam Mallo. Perhaps it was the very difference that made her succumb to it so readily. The taut, inward pull of her vaginal muscles was something completely uncontrolled. His working mouth and moving finger had more control over her than were she a marionette being pulled by strings.
Gail was panting insanely, her breast heaving up and down with maddening rhythm as she no longer fought, but waited with anticipation for what Sidlander was going to do, next. Her aching body was burning with need, wanting more and more. The entire intricate mechanism of her soft, smooth, tender body was slowly but certainly being readied for what was inevitably to take place, next. The man's finger was plunging in and out of the tight wetness of her creaming cunt like a piston moving through a custom-designed valve. He was playing her like a finely tuned Stradivarius, and the music now eeling from between her compressed lips sounded like the eerie strain of a violin string imitating the sonorous wail of a loud banshee. Her keening sounds seemed to echo off the tile walls again and again.
Sidlander felt a wild elation growing inside him as Gail's lithe, white, feminine form wriggled, then arched and writhed as she cried out because of the rapture brought on by his sucking mouth and moving finger. She felt the massiveness of his cock against her thigh, and by now, it had grown so immense, it felt as if it was every bit as long and as thick as the one Sam had plunged into her for so many Friday nights. The woman stared down to see its strength, noting it had a white bole compared to the rich pink shank of Sam's penis. But this one seemed to pulse, twitch, and jerk all the more rapidly, the head a rich red, oozing more and more dribbles of lubrication. She saw her own black-haired muff, the pink inner lips swollen and thick, all wet with her own vaginal secretions. Little by little her labia seemed to be opening like flower petals. The insides of her upper, slender thighs were sodden and dripping.
Sidlander slid his finger out of Gail's aroused cunt, reached down and, grabbing his cock, pushed the head against the slick, wet lips of the girl's pulsing, syrupy labia. The contact of the rubbery head, rubbing against her inner labia, made Gail gasp a loud, "Oooooh!"
And Sidlander, feeling the softness of her wet cuntlips, almost fell out of the tub. Christ! For Sidlander, the touch of Gail's body against his own was like a long-awaited dream finally coming true. Even so, the reality was almost dream-like. Sidlander slickly moved his weight, massive cock up and down against her outer lips, then against her inner lips, moving it more and more rapidly. Jesus! It was almost impossible to stop now that he'd started it. He felt he would shortly blow his mind.
Gail's back was arched, she was staring up at the ceiling, and she was standing on her toes, the better to feel the point of Sidlander's cock as it continued massaging the curlicued shapes of her inner cuntlips, soaking in the heavy lather oozing from inside her. Her thighs opened all the wider, spreading, spreading, spreading as her pelvis ground and rotated wildly against the pulsating cock-head.
Sidlander's hand had released Gail's wrists, and it had moved around in front, massaging her breasts, stroking and caressing them, tugging on her tender nipples, sending fiery needles of ecstasy shooting through the entire body of the gasping woman.
Gail flexed her pelvis and inner loins, and her vaginal lips slipped over the tip of Sidlander's throbbing rod, feeling the way it heatedly burgeoned just inside her vaginal tunnel. The woman was incapable of stopping the movement of her hips as they thrust back and forth. The pressure behind her inner labia was so great, Gail thought the massive dork had already plunged to its full length inside her. Yet, when she looked down, she was able to see most of it outside, awaiting entry.
Sidlander also looked down at the rapture-inciting motions of their genitals coming into contact and attempting to join more solidly. He thrust harder, sending the littlest bit more of cock into the woman.
Gail was swiftly becoming oblivious to everything except what was happening between her anxious thighs. She was also aware of his moving hands as they burned their way up and down the length of her anxious body. She felt she was swiftly building up to the point of no return. It was only moments away. Her head tossed from side to side, her long black hair whipping one way, then another as her bangs danced up and down on her white forehead. Oh God! She felt as if she were ready to be totally immolated. Her entire body shook when Sidlander's hands caught her smooth, rounded hips, then tugged on her, guiding her body until the blood-swollen, throbbing, rounded point of his enlarged penis slid out of her teeming depths and pressed against the tiny love-bud of her swollen clitoris. To Gail, it was as if an electric cattle prod had touched her sensitive spot.
"Eeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaaaiiiiiggggghhhhh!" the woman screamed, feeling the shooting electricity blast in a zigzag line through her trembling torso as Sidlander's swollen masculine rapier-point literally massaged itself against her throbbing clitoris, and sparks began showering through her until she was certain she would short-circuit. The shuddering woman reached up and grabbed Sidlander's shoulders, gripping them firmly to steady herself. With her toes still touching the bottom of the tub she stretched herself out, arching her back even more, spreading her feet apart of keep the electric current flowing through her. If anything, she sought to increase the voltage she was feeling.
Sidlander's ass muscles automatically tightened against each other as he rammed forward with his hairy pubis, pressing against the button at the apex to
Gail's inner labia. As if his cock, pressing against the button of Gail's clit, had set off a buzzer within the woman, she shrieked and shuddered. It was as if Sidlander's penis, being different from Sam's, was bringing on an instant orgasm simply because it was different. Sidlander realized Gail was close to her satisfaction. Knowing how difficult it was to bring a woman off, he was more than willing to let her attain completion.
Even as she rubbed her clit against Sidlander's pulsing penis, Gail realized her oncoming orgasm was going to be due to the massage of her clitoris, and not because the man was fucking her. His cock was not inside her. She wondered if Sidlander was capable of making her come the way Sam always did. Not that she had anything against a clitoral climax, but she wanted her share of vaginal orgasms, as well.
Her thighs clamped themselves around Sidlander's hips, and the action caused his feet to slip. He fell down, ass-first in the tub, splashing water all over the place. Water streamed all over their bodies, running down in rivulets as Gail's thighs clamped themselves even more tightly around Sidlander's hips. The man was holding her close, reaching out for something. And then she saw him grab the soap in the soap dish. He began lathering her body all over, but taking a lot of time between her breasts, letting his fingers linger on her nipples. Gail had her eyes wide open, staring at him, seeing the smile on his face, realizing he was happy not only because of the pleasure he was feeling, but because of the enjoyment she was getting from being touched by him. Her eyes seemed to reach out and hold him as his hands massaged her boobs, rubbing the nipples until they were no longer pink, but blood-red.
The feel of Gail's firm, round breasts against his palm, while his pulsing cock continued rubbing against her pelvis, and his balls now scrubbed against her capsule-like clitoris, sent new blasts of delight shooting through the man's already aroused thighs. He soaped his own belly, leaning back so he was able to get some soap on his cock, as well, then began lathering the woman's thighs, buttocks, and hips. Then his fingers moved between her thighs, and his hands began frenetically massaging her clitoris.
Gail gasped, bucking and grinding the front of her vagina against Sidlander's moving hand, trying to capture some of his fingers between her cuntlips, where she was certain her muscles would hold onto it. Lord! She loved the sensation of something either in her cunt, or on her clitoris. His hand reached even further down, and two fingers of his actually did enter her throbbing cunt, while his thumb pressed against her aching clit. Her frantic inner muscles tightly clamped down on the digits, clinging to his fingers and squeezing them. Gail began wildly trembling, shaking and moaning incoherently.
Reaching down with her own hands, Gail began yanking on the man's pulsing cock as if holding onto it would save her life. At the same time,, her cunt continued clinging to the soap-covered pair of fingers inside, while she rampantly pressed her extended clitoris upon-the massaging finger. Her juice-slicked pussy sucked hungrily as the woman began jumping up and down in the tub with her legs still locked around Sidlander's paunchy waist.
"Unngghhh . . . oooggghhh . . . aaannnggghhh . . . eeeyyyaaaggghhh . . . " the woman cried out, spreading her thighs a little more, giving Sidlander's hand freer access to her womanly hollow. He wanted to stuff his cock inside her, but it was all but impossible. Gail's hand had too tight a grip on his throbbing organ, and her sucking interior refused to release his fingers, as if keeping them inside would force his thumb to remain against her clitoris. Her vagina was sucking on his fingers like a hungry oyster. She seemed to have hundreds of mini-fingers inside, pulling on his digits and all but scraping the outer flesh. Gail felt the fingers continually slice into the tenderness of her vaginal flesh, almost cutting her into ribbons inside, but it was the pressure of her thumb on her clitoris that built the rapture even higher within her.
The love-starved mother held her employer tightly around his fleshy waist with her own thighs, while her hands now gripped his shoulders. With this kind of leverage she was able to lift and lower herself, bouncing with a certain amount of ease against the fingers working in and on her leaking pussy. Her thighs felt the pressure of his swollen cock, as well as the mass of doughy scrotum beneath, and she wished she had the penis inside her, but it was too late. She had reached that point of no return, and to stop now would only kill the feeling of the climax welling up strongly inside her. All sense of sensation had fallen away from her, save for the continual pressure of his thumb against her clitoris. There, she felt a screaming, uncontrollable itch. It was as if all her pleasure was now concentrated in that tiny node. And then it began building.
"Uhhhh! Hhhuuuuuunnnnnhhhh! aaaahhhh!" she began gasping, as she chanted even louder, slamming her pelvis into his working fingers with harder, faster jerks, massaging the pole of his prick with her thighs, but unable to grip it tightly. Up and down she bounced, repeatedly impaling herself on the two fingers thrust into her, rotating against the thumb pressing against her aching clit as she bounced with frenzied passion. And then, she felt the incredible spasms come pouring down through her, swelling, enlarging, peaking, building to a massive crest. At last, the entire world seemed to fall away, and she was there. "EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHH! GGGG-AAAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH! OH GOD! I'M . . . YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . COMMMM-IIINNNNGGGAAAGGGHH!! ! " She screamed again and again, her pelvis now slamming against Sidlander's body, all but breaking the fingers squeezed into her crushing tunnel. Bone nearly met bone as her flat belly smacked against his fleshy stomach as Gail felt herself totally dissolved in a molten eruption of thrilling lava that blasted on and on.
CHAPTER SIX
As far as Sidlander was concerned, nothing had happened. His erection was as stolid as ever, and though Gail was lying back in the tub, gasping, he still wanted satisfaction. It made him happy he was able to make her come, first. More than one broad he had been with was incapable of climaxing, and it always seemed to cast some kind of aspersion on his masculinity that the individual was incapable of achieving her satisfaction. But now that Gail had enjoyed her own summit, Sidlander intended enjoying his, and he'd be damned if he'd come by letting her pull him off. No sir! He intended fucking this one, here and now.
The two of them pulled apart, then rose and stepped out of the tub, still dripping wet. Gail was shaking and trembling as her orgasm seemed to temporarily drain her. She leaned against Sidlander, clinging to him, as if there was nothing solid inside her to keep her standing up. She had damn near lost consciousness at the peak of her climax, and now she felt a strong desire to lie down and go to sleep. And yet her mind was swarming with a multitude of thoughts.
Was it possible Sam had so awakened her climaxing instincts she no longer had control over herself?
Though she had often come with Sam's hard cock in her scathing cunt, it had taken Sidlander's fingers to make her peak. Was she capable of coming with this man's cock?
Was it possible, that because of her prolonged chastity prior to letting Sam fuck her, she was now capable of climaxing in every way, with almost any man? This was something she had to find out.
"You okay?" Sidlander asked.
"Oh my, yes," she nodded, still breathing heavily.
He took a soft towel from the nearby towel rack and began to gently dry her off. And the movement of the towel, especially when he dried her between her thighs, brought new life to her. Suddenly she realized his huge cock was still there, and needed to be handled. Yes, yes, let him fuck her with it so she'd be able to find out whether or not she was capable of climaxing with a cock other than Sam's.
After he'd finished drying the two of them off, Sidlander lifted Gail and carried her into her bedroom. He was deceptively strong. He set her down on the bed, and she lay back, staring up at the massively erect phallus. It was even larger now than before, jutting out as it did from the patch of light-brown hair on his pelvis. Drops of lubricant seeped from it, much like saliva from a slavering mouth as the swollen head pulsed in anticipation of what was about to happen. It looked like a broadsword ready to rip her wide open, yet she-knew she was capable of handling it. Hell! If she was able to handle Sam's baton, she would have no trouble with this one.
And handle it she did, except when Sidlander came, some moments later, Gail had not had a second orgasm. It wasn't until the man palpated her vagina with his thumb that she achieved her second climax, and Gail realized the awful truth: Sam was the only man able to make her come with his cock. She would remain here the rest of the weekend with Sidlander, but even now she knew the man's cock would never make her climax.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa stood in the doorway, enjoying the way Sam Mallo's mouth fell when he saw her open the door. He had been expecting her mother because Lisa had neglected to tell him Gail had gone away for the weekend. Now, as Sam stepped into the small apartment, shutting the door behind him, Lisa broke the news to him. Anger immediately clouded his brow.
"Why didn't your mother tell me before this?" Sam wanted to know.
"I was supposed to come to your store and tell you, last Tuesday," Lisa said, smiling. "For obvious reasons, I didn't."
"Hey, now wait a minute, Lisa. You're a pretty girl, and I like you a lot, but if you think I'm going to do something here in your apartment, especially, well, I mean . . . "
"You mean especially since you've been making mom happy here?" Lisa asked. "Look, Sam. I sneaked up the fire escape one night, and I saw what you did with mom. And I think it's only right you do the same thing with me."
"Hey, wait a minute. You don't understand. Lisa, that's the way babies are made. You could become pregnant."
"Well my mom seems to be keeping herself from having any babies."
"Yeah, well your mom knows how."
"Gee, Sam, I'll bet you know more than one way."
"Well sure," Sam nodded, "but still.. . "
"Don't you like me, Sam?" Lisa asked. "I like you. In fact, I love you, and I thought you loved me."
"That's the trouble," he nodded. "I do love you."
Sam's admission caused a hot, burning itch to develop in Lisa's flaming pussy as sticky droplets began to squeeze from between her taut, young labia, moistening the smooth crotch of her tricot panties. Hell! The undergarment was becoming soaked, making the girl uncomfortable.
As she walked toward the sofa with Sam following her, her young thighs scissoring back and forth, the girl felt a strong sexual rhythm beating through her body. The nipples of her very small breasts were hardening into chocolate pellets of sensuality, pressing into her see-through blouse. She turned, letting
Sam see the arousal in her breast points, and at the same time looked down at his crotch. Yes, he was excited. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
The truth of the matter was, Sam had fought against himself, night and day to keep from touching Lisa. He wanted her ten times more than she wanted him. It was because he did love her and her mother that he had avoided further contact with the girl.
"Look, Lisa," he gasped. "I'm crazy about you. But I'm also crazy about your mother. She's the one I want to marry. One of these days you're going to grow up and want someone other than me. What you feel for me now is a kind of infatuation. Let's face it, kid. You and I don't have a long-term future together. Whatever future I do have has to be with your mom."
"Sure," Lisa nodded, smiling. "I know that. But like you say, I am infatuated with you. Heck, there's nothing more I'd like than to see you marry mom. That way, when she's not around, you can use me. Golly! I want to be completely loved by you, Sam. I mean, that isn't asking too much. I want you to push that tasty cock into my vagina, just like you do with mom. I want you to make me feel as good as you make her feel. Mom doesn't ever have to know. Please, Sam. Please?"
Sam was totally overwhelmed by the young girl's plea. He had been so determined to avoid Lisa, but now that was all but impossible. He did love her, even though he knew her feeling for him was something that would one day wear off. He was crazy about the dark-haired young girl. Perhaps it was because she looked so much like her mother. Yet she was an individual.. . a person apart from Gail, with reactions and feelings of her own. True, the idea of living with mother and daughter, alternately fucking one, then the other, was something he would have loved. Until this moment he had never even dreamed of it. Now it was firmly implanted in his mind, and the only way to become involved was to take Lisa's virginity. Yes, he was going to change from a shoe-repair man to a "tunnel engineer," about to be the first one to drill into this young girl's particular mine. He knew he'd have to go slowly at the start, pushing in carefully, but with just enough speed to tear through the barrier of her cherry as quickly as possible.
"Okay," he said to Lisa. "We'll do it your way, kid. But I tell you the truth, I don't like doing this without your mother's okay."
"Hey, are you serious?" Lisa asked. "You know mom would never agree to this. Besides, you don't need her approval. After all, did she get yours when she went out with another man for the weekend?"
"Hey, if she's gone away for the weekend with some guy, that means she's gotta be getting it from him."
"And without you agreeing to it," Lisa pointed out.
"Well, she's not my wife," Sam admitted. "I mean, she can do whatever she wants."
"Mmmmm," Lisa sighed, leaning into him as his hand stroked the length of her arm. "That feels nice." She turned and pressed her face into his chest, her fists clutching pieces of his shirt. Sam was able to sense the girl's gasps and sighs as his hands began moving all over her, caressing her back and arms. He allowed his left hand, the one behind her, to move lower and lower along the length of her spine, finally reaching the coccyx, and then rubbing her small, rounded ass-cheeks. All the while he continued sucking on her earlobe, while exhaling hotly into her ear as she pressed her nose and lips firmly into his shirt.
"Think you're really ready for the big step?" he asked.
"I'll never be more ready," she confessed. "It has to be here and now."
His hand, which had been rubbing her arm, now slid across her blouse, smoothly, skillfully, carefully caressing and stroking her tiny breasts. He pressed his palms more firmly against the see-through material, listening to Lisa pant as he massaged her nipples, causing them to swell and enlarge even more, until it seemed they would spike holes through the blouse. His fingers found the zipper on her skirt, and slowly, carefully tugged it down. Then he opened the buttons on her blouse, tugging it off her shoulders and arms. Lisa pulled the blouse off, exposing her naked top, then writhed out of her skirt, leaving her with only her panties, shoes, and socks on. This time, she kicked off her shoes.
Sam turned her on her belly, making her lie facedown on the sofa, and then he was leaning over her, letting his tongue run rampantly up and down her back, tickling her spine. He made warm, wet trails with his lingual organ, running it the length of her back, stopping at the base of her spine, then licking up one side at a time, stopping to kiss a shoulder blade. He licked again and again, making Lisa squirm.
Wow! she thought. This is what I want. I want to be treated like a woman. I want to be loved.
She squirmed as he spun her onto her back and began licking her front the same way. His lips kissed the small, jutting swells of her breasts, his tongue licking each nipple, then moving into the sensuous valley between them. Lisa gasped and wriggled her body, feeling herself being tugged into a sitting position as Sam covered each breast completely with his mouth, one at a time.
Lisa's buttocks slid back and forth on the sofa as she writhed under Sam's soft, delicate, sensuous touch. Unable to control herself, she turned her body toward him, grabbed his hair with one hand, tugged his head back, then planted her young lips on his mouth. She jammed her lips so firmly against his, she felt the inside of her mouth being cut by her own teeth. Her eyes were tightly shut, and the girl was all but out of breath. She felt his anxious tongue probe into her eager, ardent mouth as his lips repeatedly covered hers with fiery kisses. Ecstatic thrills shot through her as the girl clutched Sam to her naked bosom.
Lisa thrilled to the feeling of Sam's fingers titillating the flowery buds of her chocolate nipples. He pinched each a little, enhancing the wonderful sensations in her breasts as her own mouth now sucked on his probing tongue, thrilling to the way it lanced in and out of her mouth. She gasped and mewled, whimpering with each bit of pressure from the tongue on which she so assiduously chewed.
Now Sam's sure, knowing hands moved from caressing her small, firm breasts to her bare thighs, sliding up under the elastic leg band of her panties. The man's fingers probed higher, causing the young girl's growing ardor to intensify. She vibrated all the more as the beatific rapture signaled by his touching fingertips made her feel even more thrills. His fingers were now slowly eeling their way into the sodden area of her soaking crotch. His manual digits tugged the drenched crotch band aside, and his fingers rubbed delightedly up and down the soaking, hair-lined slices of her leaking pussy as the girl opened her thighs, offering her femininity to him.
Lisa's head was in a whirl. She was enjoying the moving probes of his fingers more and more, becoming intoxicated with thrilling ecstasy. His fingers felt almost as good as his tongue had felt, weeks earlier. God! She didn't realize how much she really needed this until this moment. She was so glad Sam had introduced her to all this.
The strong, stiff, probing fingers attached to Sam's hand were tearing her crotch band, ripping it until it was completely out of the way. His extended finger now ran up and down the wet groove between her flooded cuntlips, and then it was sliding into the tight, narrow hole only his tongue had ever ventured into, before. The middle finger slid in very, very slowly. The burning, squeezing walls of her slavering cunt pushed around the injecting digit.
Sam shoved a bit deeper, and Lisa shifted her young body a little, making it a bit easier for him to gain some leverage as he continued pushing his finger into her. She sighed with delight as the finger slid even deeper, moving until it met the elastic barrier of hymenial membrane that was the proof of her virginity. Lisa thrilled to the pressure of the finger as it started to slowly withdraw, retreating back through the hot, humid glue through which it had originally made its way. The girl trembled as it slipped out of her burning trench, then shuddered violently when it began rubbing against the extension of her sensitive clitoris. The finger caressed, massaged, teased, and rubbed the extension, causing the girl to gasp. She felt Sam's excitement, as well, knowing he was enjoying the probing of her vaginal corridor as much as she. She sensed the stimulation charging through the man as he continued teasing her tender flesh. Remembrances of what his tongue had done to her chilled and thrilled her even more. He was panting heavily, his tongue still probing between her young lips, fucking itself into her mouth as solidly as his cock had done that wonderful morning in his store. To think, that thick, swollen shaft would shortly be plunging into the narrow vastness of her girlish cunt.
Lisa shuddered with delight. The idea of stopping never entered her young mind. What was more, she knew Sam was aware of her intention to go through with this. The only ending had to be the mating of cock and cunt. Sam knew the girl would feel pain, but he also knew his cock was capable of making the girl come in spite of any pain she might feel. And as the moments passed, Lisa became more and more aroused as her rapturous sensuality built higher and higher.
"Hey," Sam warned, tearing his lips from hers. "It's not all peaches and cream at the start. Honey, there's going to be a little pain. I mean, your cunt has never been stretched wide enough to take a thick cock like mine. The stretching's gonna hurt a little. And when I push my prick through your cherry, it will hurt."
"My cherry?"
"Yeah, it's a little bit of flesh stretched across your interior. It proves a cock has never been in you. Once I push my cock into you, that cherry breaks, and sometimes it can hurt."
"Is that the way it is for all women?" Lisa asked.
"Uh huh!" Sam nodded.
"Then go ahead and do it," Lisa insisted.
So there had to be a little pain, first. So what! It obviously wasn't a lasting pain. From what she had seen when she had spied on Sam and her mother, Gail was enjoying everything, immensely. There was no doubt she was in ecstasy and not agony. Once the initial pain was gone, it would be replaced by an everlasting fulfillment. And because she loved the man so much at the moment, the enjoyment would be that much greater than if she had allowed someone she didn't love to do this. She only wished her mother was able to see her now. This would teach Gail to keep Lisa ignorant.
"Come on, Sam," she whispered, looking forward to her defloration. "Do it to me!"
"No," he told her. "I'm gonna make you do it. It's better if you go at your own pace, deciding when to speed up and when to slow down."
"Sure," she nodded. "But when is all this deciding supposed to take place?"
"Right now," he assured her.
He made her stand while he stretched out, face-up, on the sofa. Even as she stood and he lay down, his finger was still palpating her clitoris, keeping her heated up. And then he had her sit on his belly, one knee wedged between his body and the back of the sofa, and one foot dangling on the floor. He bent her forward and down, once again kissing her sweet, tasty lips, feeling her sodden pussy rubbing back and forth over the pants covering his thrusting cock. He tugged her forward a little and once more popped her nipples between his lips, sucking on them as if they were tasty, chocolate-covered nuts, feeling them become brads of studded flesh as his lips and tongue danced over them. All the while, the fingers of his free hand continued rubbing her belly, tantalizing her tender, youthful flesh, enjoying the way she wriggled and squirmed on top of him. He felt an unabated delight at her youthful exuberance.
Tugging his mouth from her nipples, he stared down the length of his waist and realized the girl was still wearing her panties. He reached down, grabbed the waistband, and with a single, strong motion, tore it from her body, throwing the useless rag on the floor. Now he was able to once again see the pink blossom of her vaginal lips; the vortex where he had buried his tongue not too many weeks earlier. It was a fabulous sight, and his eyes bulged. He took a cushion from the corner of the sofa and propped it under his head so he was able to see better. Yes, her pink trough was a sight to behold. It had thick, rich, coral lips, with a honeyed, colorless wine seeping from between them. He remembered how tasty her fluids had been on his tongue and found himself drooling. The pouch of her labia swelled outward, making him hunger for it all the more. The aromatic scent caused shivers to run up and down his spine. Lord! This was one lovely child. And right now she was his, to do with as he pleased.
Lisa was totally naked, now, allowing Sam's eyes to appreciate her developing curves and the slight swell of her youthful hips. like Gail, Lisa had narrow hips that would never really billow, but they were round enough for Sam to enjoy the sight of them. There was something exceptionally sexy about this child.
Lisa felt delightfully conspicuous. She enjoyed having Sam's eyes wander over her young body, running up and down, stopping and admiring the total wonder of her. The way Sam looked at her made Lisa realize she was far prettier than she had originally believed. The girl wondered if other men found her to be as attractive as Sam seemed to think she was. The arousal filling his glittering eyes caused even more lubrication to come dribbling from between the butterfly-like wings of her vaginal lips. The girl felt taut, convulsive thrills of rapture blister through her internal being. Her seeping cunt was a flooded pool of wonder and began squirting even more fluid out as Sam's hands closed over her tiny breasts, his palms rubbing against her pebbled nipples. He rotated his hands in a clockwise movement, and her nipples cut into his flesh. He squeezed his fingers around the slightly swelling paps, pulling on them, aching to force her breast to enlarge even more.
"I can't help myself," he told her. "You have a fabulous young body. I can't get enough of your breasts. I want to cut your nipples off and cram the two into my mouth."
He tugged against her spine, making her fall forward, and jammed her left nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make the young girl gasp with wonder. Then he licked the nipple, sucking on the rest of her small tit at the same time. He let his tongue roll around the nipple again and again.
Lisa emitted gasping sighs as her hips once again began to rhythmically undulate against the body on which she was sitting. It was an instinctive movement, and her small buttocks wiggled furiously, clenching and unclenching.
Sam suckled her breasts furiously, trying so hard to make one of her nipples scrape across his palate. But her young breasts weren't large enough. Meantime, he squirmed under the girl, using the hand with which he had rubbed her belly to undo his belt buckle. He hoisted his ass up in the air, making her ride up as well, as he pushed his pants and underpants off, kicking his shoes off at the same time, so her flesh now rubbed against his. His throbbing cock was now free and rubbing into the hedge of her pelvis, depositing drops of its own liquid, there.
"I want to look at you," Sam insisted. "I want to see your pretty little virgin body one more time before I fuck it."
"Before you what?" Lisa asked, totally unfamiliar with the term.
"Before I fuck it," Sam repeated. "When I finally bury my hard cock in your teeming pussy, that is called fucking."
"Well, gee, shouldn't you say 'before we fuck,' rather than 'before you fuck me?' I mean, isn't this an experience we're sharing, rather than you doing something to me?"
"Honey, I'm the one with the cock. I'm the one who's going to bury it in you, even if you're the one whose hands put it in. Therefore, I'm fucking you. It is physically impossible for a woman 'to fuck.' She can 'be fucked,' but that's it."
"So you're the fucker, and I'm the fuckee."
"That's the way it is," he nodded as she stood up to let him get a good look at her.
Slowly, the lust-starved young girl's brown eyes opened to see him lying beneath her, removing his shirt so she was able to once again enjoy the sight of his nakedness. There was more than sexual hunger in the man's eyes, and Lisa knew, though she might one day become enchanted with other men, she would never fall out of love with Sam. In spite of his male-chauvinism, he was a good man, and he wanted to make her feel good. If he hadn't cared about her, he would not have warned her about the oncoming pain she would feel before enjoying his cock and the way it fucked her. Her eyes slowly wandered from his face, moving down his burly, dark-haired chest, across his flat belly, finally coming to rest on the thick, lust-hard cock she had come to love so much. She remembered how completely it filled her mouth and throat, until at one point she thought she might strangle with rapture. Now, seeing it again, it appeared even longer and thicker than the previous time, making her exhale sharply as her wide eyes stared. Yes, this was the wonderful sword she wanted to cut away that "cherry," as he had called it. God! Yes! She wanted it in her, filling her as full as it had filled her mother. She was certain she was capable of taking the entire length and breadth of it. She wondered if all men sported cocks this large. Was it possible other cocks were larger? Heck! It seemed more-likely other penises were shorter. Blood-enlarged, it was purple-crowned, and Lisa was picturing the wonderful flesh pike cramming itself into her body, filling the depths of her steaming canal, and she wantonly shivered, hoping it was really possible for her to contain the thick, swollen length of that masterful cock.
For some strange, unknown reason, a moment of terror ran through her, picturing herself being ripped apart by the monstrous penis. Even as she poised her body above the love-spear, she shuddered, and for a moment she froze, afraid it might stab up into her stomach and intestines. After all, now that she thought of it, her mother was an older, more experienced woman than she.
"Relax," Sam whispered. "Don't be afraid, Lisa. If you sit on my cock, let it push its way into you, and then shove hard when you feel it touch your cherry, it'll break real easy. Come on, kid. This isn't some cheap little fling we're having. This means a lot to both of us."
Sam's voice seemed to calm Lisa down, and she slowly relaxed, letting the air ease out of her lungs. Pain there had to be, but it would be minimal. He had promised her as much, and Lisa trusted Sam, completely. And as the terror inside her lessened, the overwhelming desire for him began intensifying, and the girl was hypnotized by the gentle touch of the head of the hot, hard cock about to enter her as it rubbed back and forth against her closed cuntlips. She imagined it was already inside her, and in her mind's eye, she saw it giving her all the thrilling pleasure it had given her mother.
As if in a complete mesmeric trance, the girl pressed both knees into the sofa on either side of Sam's body, keeping one hand on top of the sofa-back, to keep herself from plunging down too quickly. His hands were rubbing her brown nipples, tweaking them, pulling them, keeping them blood-filled and hard. His mouth was slightly open, and Lisa saw Sam's tongue tucked in the corner, waiting to kiss her, for once she was all the way down on his cock, she'd be able to lean forward to kiss him. The way his mouth worked made her think of the way he had kissed her vagina, and another static charge ran rampantly through her body. Yes, she was about to know the wonderful thrills her mother had known. The idea almost made her move quickly, but Sam's hands on her tits slowed her.
Once more staring at the shoe-repair man's face, she saw his eyes swell as they concentrated on the wondrous dark, pubic triangle. He was hungrily gazing at her curling nest of pussy hair resting above the juicy slices nestled between the solid pillars of her slender white thighs. His staring eyes locked on the shining, shimmering pink vestry, so exposed, so helpless, and now waiting to be defiled.
"Jesus!" he muttered, "you're the most absolutely ravishing female I've ever known. Your mother is the only woman as sexy as you are."
What a fabulous cunt. He remembered how tight it had been the morning he had finally forced his tongue into it. God! The girl was a natural, the way she used her muscles, gripping his oral digit. And now, that same cunt was waiting for his cock. At last, he was going to surround his prick with the softness of the young girl's cuntal membranes.
Lisa saw the lust and love shining in Sam's bright eyes. His hands were between her thighs and his belly, pressing outward on her limbs, revealing the total wonder of her deep, pink funnel. The mere sight of it was something to totally overwhelm him.
Feeling her knees pressing around his hips, he pressed a bit stronger on her inner thighs, raising his body, pressing the rounded nose of his aching penis all the more firmly between the girl's inner labia, separating them like curtains. Then he moved the purple head back and forth in the rich, coral slit.
Lisa reflexively jumped and pulled back when she felt the knob rubbing in her heated slit, realizing she was still a little nervous. Slowly but surely she relaxed again, settling down, letting the purple head press more solidly into the pink morass above her vaginal tunnel. She gasped, knowing it would shortly slide down and force its way into her seething tunnel.. . and it would hurt. Even so, she ached to feel the length and breadth of it slide into her and fill her with its magnificence. She sighed, spinning her head from side to side as she remained hovering over his throbbing cock, steeling herself to slide down its length. Her long, dark hair waved behind her like a banner each time she turned her head. Her small, firm, solid-nippled breasts trembled under the pressure of Sam's continually massaging palms as she readied herself to sit on the massive ram already keeping her soft cuntlips apart.
Sam had an overpowering urge to merely press on the girl's hips and force her down on his pulsing cock, filling her up with its entire length before she realized what had happened. He knew her hymen would instantly burst, and that might be the best way. Only a last minute flicker in his mind-that this was a girl without a father, who had been reared in total ignorance, and who would carry the image of what would happen today, forever, prevented him from carrying out this cruel act.
Lisa felt the phallic tip press against her parted labia. She wanted to reach down and grab the cock, perhaps to keep it from carrying out its threat to enter her. But Sam's hand was already there, sweeping hers aside, and he aided the penis in moving against her soft vulva, his knees pressing against the soft insides of her thighs to keep her from suddenly jumping off and clamping them together.
The inner softness of Lisa's thighs felt the hardness of the man's knees, and they felt themselves being pressed apart even farther as she slowly was being lowered on him. Her body, coming down, was slowly forcing the penis to drive its way into her youthful tightness. In it went, moving deeper and deeper, sliding slowly inside. Now half the glans was encased by her sucking pussylips.
Lisa shuddered, anticipating agony, feeling a slight pressure as her vaginal walls were forced to open wider and stretch. But with that feeling came the wonderful sensation of the penis still pushing into her, massaging those same walls. And then the corona was past her opening and inside her. Little by little, very carefully, Sam pressed down on the girl's hips, forcing her lower, even as she automatically fought, putting pressure on her knees. Even so, more and more of his solid flesh was pushing into her squeezing tightness. Her face began to grimace with pain as his broad phallus continued stretching the walls of her vagina. Sam was able to feel the girl's anxiety, and knew once her pain had disappeared, the girl would be dancing wildly on his cock.
Sam's hands slid behind Lisa, gripping her ass-cheeks, tugging her down a bit more, feeling the wonder of her crushing vagina as it compressed his cock until he thought the penis was flat.
"Help me . . . " Lisa gasped. "Push me lower . . . uhhhh.. . Sam! Keep pushing.. . uuuunnhhh.. . keep pushing . . . aaannnhhhh . . . it hurts . . . it hurts . . . ahhhhhh . . . but keep . . . oo-ohhhhh . . . pushinnn-gggg.. . until you're . . . aaahhhh . . . all the way . . . "
The rounded dome of his over-sensitive glans, pushing ever deeper, finally felt the tender, elastic barrier of her stretched cherry. He squeezed tightly with his fingers, then dug them into her soft hip-flesh, cocked his own hips, then drove upward as he forced Lisa down with all his strength. His throbbing cock tore through the hymeneal obstruction as if it was so much tissue paper, and kept on going.
Lisa reacted instantly, digging her knees more firmly into the sofa, screaming above him as his penis continued knifing in, forcing apart walls that had been so tightly compressed against one another, they all but squished when she walked.
"Oh God! God! God!" the stunned girl squealed.
The worst was over. Sam had burst through the cherry, and it was out of the way. All he had to do now was stretch her tight inner tube of vaginal walls as his massive prick continued riding higher and higher until it was finally totally encompassed in the tight, grasping clutch of her sweet, young pussy. And for the first time, Lisa understood what it meant to have something like this clogging her feminine orifice.
The girl fell forward, letting all her weight press against Sam as she lay there, recovering from the shock of his entry into her. Her mouth was wide open, and for a moment she was unaware of his tongue dredging between her lips, licking her own tongue, tickling her palate, washing down her gums. His hands remained firmly locked on her smooth, round ass-cheeks, rotating her body, forcing her tight cunt to grind around the poker pressed inside it, allowing his massive poker to enlarge her soft, squirming depths.
Lisa's mind stopped spinning, and eventually the girl came back to reality. She felt the huge dork throbbing inside her as Sam's hands continued making her ass rotate. But she also realized the pain was fast fading, disappearing into a never-to-be-remembered past. The girl became conscious of the man's strong, kissing lips, and she began responding, kissing back, rubbing her small breasts against his chest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, all but jamming his face in hers. Her eyes had stopped dripping tears, and now she was rotating her fulcrum against Sam's freely, without any help from the hands that still gripped her ass-cheeks. Vibrating with shuddering desire, the girl felt how absolutely wonderful it was to have a penis probing around inside her. She felt so totally and completely overwhelmed, realizing how wonderfully filled she was. The tiny hole in her body no longer felt plugged, but rather fulfilled. It was as if some missing part of her had returned to become part of her all over again, inundating her with a sense of thorough completion.
To Lisa, the cock inside her felt good, very good. It was everything she had seen written on her mother's face that time she had seen Sam fuck the older woman, but it was more, much more. The pain was all but totally gone, now, and soon there would be none of it remaining. The wonderful enjoyment was continuing to mount. She wanted more, more, more.
Slowly, very slowly, Sam began to carefully move within the teenaged girl, slowly tugging his massive masculine solidity from inside the seething confines.
No! she immediately thought. Oh no! No! Don't go! Don't leave me! Don't escape from within me! Please, please, cause more pain, but don't go! Keep that magic wand locked inside me.
But before the young girl was able to voice her objections, she felt a miraculous thing take place. The pole, which had been pulling out of "her, now began sliding forward all over again. He began fucking into her with slow, careful, deliberate strokes. From the way Sam was trembling, Lisa understood he felt the urge to plunge into her all the more strongly, and bury his meat in her all the faster. He exercised a marvelous self-control, refusing to obey the muscles inside him that screamed for him to continue quickly.
Sam felt greater and greater pressure building in his throbbing testicles. His swollen, lengthy cock rammed into the farthest depths of the wriggling girl's anxious pussy, filling her totally, then withdrawing until all that remained was the throbbing glans. Then once again the meaty plunger attacked, again filling the young girl with its massive self. Now he was driving into her with greater speed, and soon he was cramming in with the strength of a pile driver. The solid, blunt point of his pulsing penis moved past the entrance to her cervix, sliding into the deepest part of her frothing pussy. And all the while, the sucking, burning walls of the young girl's aching cunt continued expanding and swelling, adjusting so she might more easily contain him.
"Ohhhhhh . . . Sammmmm . . . " she gasped. "It's even better than what we did, before.. . ahhhhhhh.. . it feels so wonderfullll . . . ummmm . . . yessss . . . I never.. . uhhhhh.. . dreamed it would be.. . ahhhhh . . . like thissss . . . Don't stop.. . for heavens' sake.. . don't stop . . . Goddd! Everything's so much more intense . . . uhhhhh . . . I can tell.. . I'm going to have one terrific finish . . . ooooh . . . "
"It's . . . uuggghhh . . . called coming," Sam gasped. "You come, you climax, you orgasm . . . ahhhhh . . . you do a lot of good things . . . oooooh . . . whenever Sam Mallo is buried inside you . . . ahhhhhh . . . "
"Beloved Sam," she gasped. "Love it. I love it. Oh fuck me! Fuck me, hard! Hard! Hard! Fuck me as hard as you possibly can! Please! Ohhhhhh!"
The sound of young Lisa's pleading voice sent Sam into a wild, maddening, plunging frenzy, driving him to ram into her with even greater strength, reaching new depths with his throbbing pile driver. Christ! The girl was enjoying it, already. Most women didn't enjoy screwing until the second or third time.. . if then. But Lisa was enjoying every bit of it, now. And she wasn't worried about what would happen when he spurted inside her. She was depending on him to take care of her. From the way her clinging vagina was gripping his continually moving cock, it was obvious the girl was actually looking forward to feeling his heated seed spurt inside her. She remembered how delicious it had tasted going down her throat, and wondered if it would feel as well coating her vaginal walls. Now Sam plunged up into the girl with all his strength, determined to bring her to a heady climax. And Lisa rode his rail, filled with delight.
The girl's clutching cunt felt soldered to his pounding penis. The resistance of her clinging walls was so great, Sam had to use tremendous force each time he slammed up into her, and he had to tug strongly each time he retreated. Loud sucking sounds came from their fulcrums, where they were connected, as his butt slammed back and forth, moving his throbbing cock in and out of her sucking tunnel. Her fingers spiked into his flesh and her heels kicked his rump urging him on, and Sam realized it was time to stop being tender and gentle. He had to give her everything he had, and so he crammed his cock into her seething pussy. Again and again Lisa plunged downward, ramming Sam's invigorating probe into her grasping pussy, shoving it in as far as possible, burying it inside her to the very limit, cramming it through the clinging tissues of her enclosing walls. He thrilled to the continual kisses being planted at the base of his phallus by the crushing pressure of her vulva lips. The weighty bag containing his stones, dangling between his thighs, continually slammed up against her tender perineum and starred asshole, beating with such strength it seemed as if they were wrecking balls trying to smash through her flesh. The girls thighs held Sam tightly nestled between them, pulling him anxiously into her, as desirous of having him inside as he was thrilled to be there. The throbbing cock was now plunging into the girl with even greater speed as the mixture of their joint lubrications added to her virginal blood seemed to grease the way. The two of them were perspiring heavily, grunting, groaning, sighing each time the massive penis returned to completely fill her vaginal void. Lisa moved with as much anxiety as Sam, her buttocks bouncing wildly on his fleshy thigh-mattresses as she automatically adjusted herself to the pace of this overpowering sexual joining. Her thighs pressed solidly against his wriggling hips. Her buttocks flattened against his thighs.
Sam's mighty cock was slamming its way deeper and deeper into the grasping inner-tubing of her sloshing pussy, an inflamed, fiery pylon running through her and continually keeping the sticky walls of her vagina from coming together. It seemed to strike ever deeper into her girlish depths, running along the sweet inside track, making Lisa feel a jet plane was flashing through her, repeatedly. Her spinning brain felt the missile speeding through her hollow center with such power, she was certain the penis would eventually penetrate her stomach and cram up into her throat, very shortly choking her to death. Yet she continued riding his cock, up and down.
As time continued passing, the wondrous nave of the young girl's steaming cunt continued dilating and stretching and opening until it was able to comfortably hold the phallic spear she rode while still feeling a certain amount of friction. Lisa thought of it as a javelin plunging deeper and deeper into her with the idea of eventually emerging from her mouth.
Lisa found her body moving automatically, now, first beginning to understand the real reason for the existence of her tender vagina. In understanding the purpose for which it was to be used, she became even more cognizant of how wonderful his hard flesh felt as it continued thrusting and pounding its way up, back and forth through her flooded channel. She began concentrating on the feel of it inside her, no longer allowing things to merely happen. Her mind was starting to grasp the picture of his sweet plunger sinking as far into her feminine depths as possible. In her mind's eye, the girl saw it very clearly, just as she had seen the way this very same cock had filled her mother's hungry pussy. Lisa began concentrating on the way her wet membranes surrounded the masculine poker, and in doing so, began contracting her vaginal muscles, squeezing and crushing his power tool far inside her passionate, almost froth-flooded vagina. She was intent on enjoying every last little bit of feeling, while making Sam feel it, as well.
The girl's firm, round buttocks began bouncing even more strongly as she felt a wonderful sensation building inside her. It resembled the feeling she'd had in the shoe-repair shop, weeks ago, but she was able to feel even greater intensity.
"Uhhhhh . . . Godddd . . . " she gasped. "I.. . uhhhh . . . can feel itttt.. . I can feel it.. . " she gasped, feeling flames sear her lungs as she continued bucking her buttocks in time to the way he was knifing his swollen organ up into her depths.
Now Lisa began bucking more insanely than ever, spasming wildly as she began climaxing repeatedly, going completely out of control while Sam continued pounding up into her. She came so strongly, the pressure of her vaginal muscles all but pushed Sam's cock out of her. Her squashing cunt muscles clamped solidly around the probing penis as she continued bouncing up and down, up and down, totally out of control. The massive joint between Sam's thighs filled every last bit of the girl's previously empty pussy. It totally stoppered her vaginal tunnel, allowing no air in or out, touching every living, febrile part of her. Lisa was in a state of utter delight as one cataclysm after another blasted its way through her. The thrills were a dozen times more powerful than the wonderful pleasure she had enjoyed when Sam had tongued her. And when the first of the marvelous sensations inside Lisa began receding, her constant riding on the still-solid cock brought another shattering bit of pleasure through her body. Each orgasm totally overwhelmed her, hitting her with even greater force than its predecessor.
To Lisa, this was the most wonderful thing in the world. This was life, itself, and it was the very reason for living. It was the total of all things.
Every nerve-ending in her body was thrilled beyond measure as thrill after thrill leaped her synapses, wildly dashing through her girlish body as she continued riding Sam's cock. She felt herself caught up in the wonderment of continual orgasmic conclusions, and there seemed to be no end to them.
Seeing the intense orgasm Lisa was enjoying, Sam relaxed, lying back, letting the girl continue her wild bouncing, for now she was starting to build a climax in his body, as well. And this was going to be one helluv an orgasm, too. Perhaps the only one to rival it would be that first one he had enjoyed with Gail. All the other sexual experiences he had enjoyed with other women were almost nothing compared to the sensations this girl and her mother always managed to shoot through him. The climax building inside him was going to be one of the really big ones. Not only that, but Sam was aware this was very possibly the prelude to years and years of wonderful orgasms yet to come. And he had the feeling each new orgasm would surpass the previous ones.
Sam felt his seed come bubbling up, thrilling him as it never had before, and then he found himself thrashing wildly beneath the pretty dark-haired girl, tugging her down on top of him, feeling her small breasts press against his hairy chest as he humped his fulcrum up again and again, insanely injecting his spurting serum into the blistering depths of her wanton cunt.
"HHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH! GGGAAAGGG-HHH!" he yelled, shooting spurt after spurt of white sauce into her tempestuous pussy. His mighty, inflexible hose blasted into the girl again and again, and with each blast, he felt her tighten as if feeling another orgasm.
And when it was over, and the two of them finally came down to earth, he took her into the bathroom and douched her out. His handling of her made the both of them hotter than ever, and they sixty-nined on the bathroom floor, after which they went into the bedroom and fell asleep in one another's arms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although Holly Sidlander had used his tongue to satisfy Gail before they went to sleep Friday night, the woman was not content. Not that a good clit-tonguing wasn't enjoyable, but she wanted to come with a cock in her cunt. Sam had spoiled her.
The following morning, Sidlander fucked Gail again, but although he climaxed, she didn't, and he had to once again resort to tonguing her clit to bring her off. Then, after a good breakfast, Sidlander attended a conference meeting, telling Gail he didn't need notes taken this time, and she was free to shop in the hotel arcade. He gave her his charge-card, telling her to be "reasonable."
Gail felt irritated with Sidlander. She had hoped to build a romantic relationship with the man, but it was obvious he was having none of it. In fact, his entire demeanor was one of a sugar-daddy. Well, if he intended treating Gail like a mistress, then she intended acting like one. Going to the arcade, she purchased four dresses for herself, and two for Lisa. She knew her daughter was almost the same size as herself, though a bit smaller in the bust area. Then she bought some blouses and skirts, as well as two topcoats for spring and fall. She requested the clothing be delivered to her home because she didn't want to be burdened carrying packages. Besides, she didn't want Sidlander seeing how much she bought until he received the bill. Then she returned to the dining room to meet Sidlander for lunch.
After lunch, Gail played a little tennis with another girl who was there for the same reason as she, but with another man. Her name was Rona. She was as dark as Gail, with tanner flesh, and larger breasts.
"Hey, look," Rona said to her. "I don't know about you, but my boss is taking too much for granted. I was lucky in that he asked me to drive up here and meet him here. So I have my own car. I've been very tempted to drive home, today."
"That bad?" Gail asked, as the two of them returned the rented tennis racquets and balls.
"Yeah," Rona nodded. "Hey, if you want to come with me, just say the word. I don't like the idea of driving alone."
"Can you stay until supper?" Gail asked. "I'll know by then."
"Sure, I guess so," Rona nodded. "But we'll be back home when it's dark."
"I know," Gail said. "But I haven't had too bad a time, and I'd like to give my boss one more chance at 'making me happy.'"
"I wish you luck," Rona told her. "I know, when I get upstairs, my boss'll be on me before I even get into the shower."
"Holly . . . Mr. Sidlander . . . is a little more considerate than that," Gail admitted.
The two girls parted company, and Gail went up to the suite she was sharing with Sidlander. She heard voices coming from his room, and decided to take a quick shower and change before joining him. Going to the bathroom, she locked his door, then showered and dried herself off. But when she stepped into her own room, she found Sidlander waiting, and with him was another man introduced as Tom Kobich, and both stared at her naked body with wide, drunken eyes.
CHAPTER NINE
"What's the meaning of this?" Gail asked, frightened by the two drunken men being there.
"Hey, Gail-baby," Sidlander smiled. "This here's Tom Kobich. He's in the same line as me. He's just as good a broker, too. He came up here without any female companionship, and I figured it wasn't fair for such a nice guy to be lonely, so I offered to share you with him."
Kobich was young, with black hair that came down past his ears, a scraggly mustache, and sharp features, like those of a ferret. It was obvious he was the kind of man who didn't give a damn about anyone or anything other than Tom Kobich. Had Sidlander not been so drunk, he'd have never brought Kobich into her room.
"Mr. Sidlander, I'm not some kind of pet with which you can play," Gail insisted.
"Aw c'mon," Kobich smiled, and even his grin was crooked. "I'm a lotta fun. And what's more, with two guys you can really ball it up."
"I'm not in the mood to ball it up," Gail insisted. "I don't even know you. Please leave."
"The heck I will," Kobich said, smiling even more widely. "Sid, here, invited me to enjoy you along with him, and thass jus' what I'm gonna do, honey. You're prime stuff. And I'm gonna fuck at least one of your pretty holes before I take off."
"Hey, yeah," Sidlander nodded. "I've only fucked her cunt, so far. She has two other holes I haven't even tried."
"No!" Gail all but screamed. "No! You can't do this!"
"Oh yes we can," Kobich snarled, winking at Sidlander, and with that, the two men began stripping off their clothes.
Gail stared from one man to the other, noting the immediate contrast between them. Sidlander had a heavy, almost porcine body, with a massive white cock topped with a red crown, sticking out from under his swollen belly. He had light-brown hair all over. Kobich, on the other hand, was white all over, except for the black hair on his head, under his arms, and on his pelvis. He had no chest hair, and no hair on his arms or legs, as if the female hormones in his body were a lot stronger than they ought to have been. Though Sidlander looked more ridiculous, Kobich looked to be the more dangerous of the two men. There was no doubt his penis was the uglier of the two shown. It was chalk-white, with deep blue veins winding a gnarled path from top to bottom, and the glans was almost cherry it was so red.
Gail had expected the two men would caress her and make her at least want something before doing anything, but Kobich was a totally selfish individual with no thought other than his own satisfaction'. He tossed Gail onto her bed, spread her thighs wide apart with his hands, then scrambled between them before she had a chance to clamp them shut.
"You'll kill me," Gail screamed, as Kobich pressed his skinny knob against her dry pussy.
"Well hell!" Kobich snapped. "Can you think of a better way to die? Who the hell are you, thinking you can get off without putting out for me? Keep that cunt wide open, bitch!"
"You're a real bastard," Gail sobbed, feeling the skinny, dry prick slowly stretching her unmoistened mucous membranes as it pushed its way violently into her.
"With cunts like you, there's no other way than to treat you like this," Kobich snarled. "You think your pussies are so holy and sacred, when all they are are holes between your legs, waiting to be filled up by the nearest available cock."
"Do it and get it over with," Gail sobbed.
"Oh shit, no!" Kobich told her. "This is only the start of something good." Looking up at the drunken Sidlander who had been watching the entire time, he said, "Hey, Holly, you said you'd never fucked one of her other holes. Now's the time to start. How'd you like to fuck her ass?"
The remark seared into Gail's spinning mind. Were these two men totally insane? Kobich was already cramming his thin, stiff cock into her with his efforts, and how he was suggesting that Sidlander, who had a massive cock by comparison, shove his meat into the narrow rictus of her rectum. True, Sam had occasionally fingered her asshole while he fucked her, and she had to admit it had felt good. But a cock as fat as Sidlander's would never fit inside her anus. Even Kobich's, which was far from fat, would have difficulty fitting into her asshole, but Sidlander's was impossible.
But even as she thought these things, Gail saw the way the man's eyes lit up. Sidlander liked the idea. He was panting loudly, more out of breath from having had too much to drink than anything else.
"You know," Sidlander said, his gravelly voice echoing in the room. "I think that's just what I'm going to do."
His large, fat penis was leaping up and down with throbbing anxiousness. Lord! It seemed even more immense, with the bright-red tip shining until it seemed as if it were a beacon. And the more he thought about sodomizing Gail, the more it vellicated. Gail saw how fast it was vibrating, and knew there was no way out of this. She was certain her body would suffer physical damage, and seeing the way the man trembled, she knew the more she screamed, the more Sidlander would enjoy it. Drunk, he was revealing his true character to her. He wanted the pleasure of feeling her tight asshole squeeze the entire thick length of his throbbing cock.
"Roll her over," Sidlander said to the skinny, evil man whose equally skinny cock had already sunk its full length into her squeezing pussy. "I've always wanted to fuck a tight asshole, and I think Gail has just about the tightest one around. It'll be a pleasure."
Gail heard the trembling lust in Sidlander's voice as he ordered Tom Kobich to turn her over, and she was more afraid than she had even been in her entire life. Kobich slammed his skinny prong as far into her as possible, painfully massaging her dry membranes again and again, sighing and gasping as he nailed his thin wand deeper. He pushed again and again until he was certain every last little bit of his exceedingly skinny penis was totally buried in the agonized woman. Gail had tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt the man roughly tug her against his body, clinging to her tightly as he rolled a full hundred-and-eighty degrees. Now she was the one on top, sitting upright on the skinny whang uncomfortably probing inside her. Kobich's hands gripped her taut ass-cheeks, keeping her firmly held in place.
Gail felt utterly humiliated and ashamed for the first time since she and Sam had first started fucking. Whatever she had done with the shoe-repair man had felt good, and she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. What she had done with Sidlander she had done with the idea of it leading to matrimony, and so there was no shame there, either. But with Kobich, a complete stranger, a man with whom she wanted nothing to do, she felt terribly humiliated. Her pussy passage was all aflame, but not with desire. It was aching with agony caused by the prodding and stretching attack of Kobich's cock. And now her twin-mooned-buttocks were sticking up in the air as Kobich pulled her head down and clamped her mouth around his. She groaned, feeling Sidlander kneel behind her.
"Please, Holly," she begged, tearing her mouth from Kobich's foul-tasting lips. "Please don't do this. I never did anything to hurt you. When I came along, it was with the idea it would only be you and me. Please, Holly, this'll kill me."
Her mind was whirling, a mass of totally confused apprehension. How was she going to look Sidlander in the face Monday morning, when she went back to work? How did she dare return to that office? Now she wished she had taken Rona up on her offer to leave. In fact, when this was over, if she was still alive, she'd go find Rona, and take off with her.
But even as these thoughts roamed through her bruised mind, she felt the swollen pulsations of Tom Kobich's throbbing penis, and she understood her body, disobeying the orders from her brain, was becoming unwittingly aroused. Little by little there was seepage in her tight vaginal corridor. The walls were slowly being oiled. Her internal body was naturally responding.
Kobich gripped her tightly, his long, skinny cock deeply impaled to its full length in the slowly oiling depths of the woman's aching, shuddering vagina. His hard, bony knees kept her soft, tender thighs licentiously spread wide apart, her small, puckered, prune-like nether hole completely exposed to Holly Sidlander's perverse and wanton assault. Gail felt completely helpless. She was shuddering, quivering, moaning, knowing nothing on earth would save her from the terrifying drunken lust of the two men.
Sidlander moved between her vibrating, wide-apart ass-cheeks, pressing his hungering mouth above the spot where Kobich's cock was already buried in her cunt. The angle at which Kobich had Gail was such that the smooth, white, rounded moons of her tender buttocks were pulled very wide apart, exposing the tiny brown crinkle of her virginal asshole. Sidlander was able to see the budding hole wink at him in the moistened cleft above the greased penis moving up and down inside the nibbling lips of her hair-lined vagina. He stared at the way Gail's narrow cunt, which had widened to take his own cock, now tightened around Kobich's instrument, sucking, slurping as juices ran down the whang in heavy droplets. But that ass . . . well, that was something else again. It was a much narrower hole than her pussy, and he was willing to bet she had never been juiced there. God! Her cunt had been a tight fit for his cock. Her asshole was going to be an even tighter fit.
Without saying a word, he extended his forefinger and probed into the snug, rubbery closeness of her resisting rear passage, deciding to widen it a little before cramming his throbbing cock inside. Hell! If he didn't stretch it a little, he might never be able to force his penis in there.
"Unnnngggghhh! No! No!" Gail was begging, squeezing her sphincter tightly shut, using all her strength. As a result, she felt a bit of pain when Sidlander's finger finally moved through her resisting rubbery doughnut. Even then, her body trembled with inner lust imploding through her. And as the digging finger pushed deeper, she began feeling more licentious anticipation.
God! She was too wanton, too free with her body Now she was paying the price. Sam had been good enough for her. She ought to have stopped there.
As the thoughts of Sam ranged through her head she heard Kobich saying to Sidlander, "My own business has fallen way off this year. I'm thinking of going into selling used cars."
"I know," Sidlander grunted, ramming his finger even farther into Gail. "Insurance is a risky business. Hell! The only safe businesses left are certain neighborhood retail stores, like local clothing stores, hardware, and fast foods."
And shoe-repair, Gail thought. Sam's might not have been the most lucrative of businesses, but it was a steady business, a dependable business. He'd be working at his trade long after men like Sidlander were looking for other jobs. God! What a fool she had been. When this was over she was going back to Sam, and she would get down on her knees and beg him to marry her.
"Unnnnnnggghh!" she grunted as Sidlander crammed his finger as far into her rectum as possible.
Damn! she thought. The man was intent on stabbing his thick cock into that tiny hole where his finger barely fit. Hell! He wasn't even moistening her asshole, just probing the dry tightness with his finger, sawing it back and forth, back and forth, tugging from side to side, trying to widen it. Gail was well aware the drunken Sidlander wasn't doing this out of consideration for her. He wanted to fit his thick cock in there, and there was no way it would go in without her asshole being widened, first. And once he did force his phallus into her rectum, pressing against the thin membrane separating her ass-channel from her vagina, it would tighten her cunt even more, creating more pain in there, as well.
There must have been a latent streak of masochism inside Gail, because the idea of what was about to happen seemed to heat her up all the more as Sidlander's finger wormed even deeper into her defenseless asshole. Little by little her rectal oval was widened and enlarged, the muscle being made more elastic so it would resist the pressure of his thrusting cock that much less when the time came for him to enter her, there.
Gail felt Sidlander adding a second finger to the first, pushing it in as far as possible, and turning her head, she saw the anxious look in the man's eyes. Yes, he was hungry to fuck her rear passage, all right. Odd, but the idea of poking his hard cock into her back tunnel might never have occurred to Sidlander had Kobich not suggested it. She saw the two men were not merely intent on satisfying themselves, but they wanted her to enjoy the robbing of her dignity. She wondered if all insurance salesmen were so callous. She knew Sidlander gave special tests to the salesmen who joined his brokerage operation. She wondered if questions pertaining to cruelty was part of the exam. A man like Kobich would pass with flying colors.
In vain, the young mother attempted to wiggle her assliceeks trying to pull away from Sidlander, hoping to escape the unnatural assault of his probing fingers, but it was to no avail. The man was ramming both fingers in and out with greater rapidity as her asshole widened, becoming accustomed to their breadth.
Gail felt strong pressure as Sidlander's fingers touched the inner membrane separating her cuntal tract from her anal tunnel. She sensed the way Sidlander's finger actually touched Kobich's thin cock, with only that thin bit of tissue separating them.
Sidlander was unable to restrain his cock any longer. He pulled his two fingers from the tight clutch of Gail's rectal passageway. They made a lewd "pop" as they came sliding out, and the sound seemed to excite and arouse Sidlander all the more. His throbbing testicles felt as if they would burst inside their leathery sac if he didn't finally poke his penis into the crushing asshole.
Gail felt herself being tugged more tightly against Kobich's skinny body, and at the same time she felt Sidlander lean across her smooth, spine-ridged back, his light-brown, steel wool pubic hair scratching the tender softness of her smooth, silky flesh. She felt the man place the rounded dome of his lasciviously swollen prick between the cushion-like cheeks of her tender buttocks. It pushed into the soft, yielding crevice, rubbing against the prune-like rectal pucker. Kobich gripped Gail very tightly, keeping her from wiggling around, and Sidlander began slowly pushing forward. The gigantic, thick penile point began forcing its way into the narrowness, enlarging and stretching the tiny opening as the reddened tip of Sidlander's phallus wildly pulsed with obscene anxiety.
"Ggguuunnnggghhh!" Gail gasped, feeling the weighty force behind her employer's thrust as he relentlessly and mercilessly expanded the tightened ring of her narrow sphincter.
Gail was trembling more and more violently, wondering if she was capable of surviving this torture. It was so evil, so obscene, and yet, deep down, she had to admit, in spite of the pain it was terribly arousing. But the pain was strong, very strong, much stronger than anything her impassioned body had ever felt before. She felt Sidlander press continually forward, probing with all his strength, and the hurt became too much. She knew her body was too tender and fragile to withstand all this. Sidlander would kill her by tearing out her intestines.
"Eeeeyyyaaaggghhh! uuuunnnggghhh! No more! Please!" she begged.
She was wildly screaming in useless protest, trying to pull away from the ever-increasing pressure as mounting torment continued burning its way through her soft, agonized body. But the two men had her firmly locked between them, and she was helplessly restrained. She knew the suite was soundproofed, so no one was able to hear her screams. ignoring Gail's squealing, piteous cries, Sidlander jammed his licentiously excited hips forward, using all his energy. He pushed again, then again, and felt her tightly clenching anal sphincter suddenly surrender to his brute force. Shoving with all his strength, he rammed his weighty cock-head into her narrow, wickedly stretched anal channel, feeling the rubbery ring suddenly close tightly behind the corona like a bear trap.
"Ggguunnggghh!" Gail gasped, as her speared buttocks were tugged farther apart and her rectum was widely stretched as never before. The pain of his pederastic attack seemed to blast into her brain with the force of a locomotive. She desperately and anxiously did her best to free her body, but there was no escape from the wickedly probing prick.
But behind the agony there was still a series of thrilling sensations, and now they began slowly mounting, while the agony began slowly decreasing. The pain was still there, but it was lessening. There was a sudden conflict between torture and the strong, diffused sensations of licentiousness. Yet somehow it appeared to be the natural culmination of everything happening to her. She was unable to comprehend why, but Gail suddenly stopped struggling and resigned herself to accept what was happening to her.
Sidlander felt the surrender of her tender body, and he attacked her anus even more strongly with solid, thrusting drives, lifting his belly out of the way. He nailed his stolid poker of steaming solidity three inches deeper into her flaming tunnel, gasping as her hot, rubbery sphincter clutched the pole, and Gail screamed again. Her strong, rubbery ring once again clamped tightly around the thick, massive cock, but the pressure merely aroused Sidlander that much more. He'd show this bitch who was boss. In the office or out, he was the one who made the decisions. He didn't like the idea of her rebelling. Hell! Just because he was asking her to do a small favor for a friend was no reason for her to act so uppity. Hell! A good cock in the ass was just the thing to teach this sweet little bitch that she had no right to refuse any request he might make. He'd jam the entire cock up into her colon. Not that it was long enough to really do any damage up there. The colon was deep, very deep. He'd need a twenty inch cock to really reach all the way into it. But it felt long enough to delve far enough into her to give him a maximum pleasure. So he shoved again, and the soft, tender walls of her rectum, now being lubricated by the leaking emissions from his throbbing cock, seemed to yield more willingly, and his large belly now rubbed against her back while his heavy thighs pressed against her white, shimmering ass-cheeks.
Gail felt as if a hot, thick poker had been violently and wickedly thrust into her rectum. It plunged deeper and deeper, separating her anal walls, making her feel as if she were being wedged apart. Her trembling thighs were stretched to their utmost. This was the most monstrous thing anyone had ever done to her. The cock in her cunt was no less monstrous than the one in her ass, since neither had been "invited in." The intent of the two phalluses was the satisfaction of the men attached to them, with no thought of pleasure for Gail. She was helplessly sandwiched between them.
The initial pain in her rectum was easing, softening somewhat, but the overpowering, raging heat enlarging in her body continued swelling. The thrills were heightened to a fantastic, rapturous sensation creating a blend of pain and passion. The tremulous shudders shooting through her trembling colon seemed to swell and enlarge with each passing second.
"Come on," Kobich snapped to Sidlander. Being underneath the two of them, he had to bear the weight of both of them. "Start pumping, already."
"Christ!" Sidlander gasped. "I never dreamed an ass was this tight. Jesus! This is amazing."
Gail felt his thick, buried phallus solidly held in place by her gripping rectum and twitching colon. The raspy voiced man was grinding against her as if trying to power his massive truncheon through her colon into her stomach. By now it was as far inside her as it was going. Gail felt a tingling thrill brought on by the poking head of his solid prick as it swelled and enlarged even more. He was arching his hips back, awkwardly attempting to match the rhythm of Kobich's prick as the latter fucked into her frothing, soaking pussy.
Gail's pink tongue moistly circled her parched, cracked lips. The tension inside her became greater and greater as the pain receded. Little by little the agony faded until it had completely disappeared. All Gail was now able to feel was the total, wonderful, rapturous impalement of two prongs in her trembling body.
Gail thought of herself as a single receptacle with many orifices. Her brain, her hands, her feet, her nipples, even her fingers and toes were all part of the receptacle making up the individual known as Gail Roberts. She was all hollowed out, waiting to receive the spurious flow of masculine sperm about to be ejaculated by two moving penises. At this point, she had become so aroused, she was willing to take even more penises into her body. She had never filled her mouth with one, but at the moment she was willing to try. She'd have loved to have fitted one into her navel, two more in her nostrils, and another pair in her ears. She ached to clutch two more with her hands, and wanted to wrap her toes around another two. Unalloyed pleasure was now rampantly charging through her throbbing body. The more insane, the better. The two, throbbing, moving, working penises continually and relentlessly drove into her responding orifices. The thicker one in her rectum seemed to fit in so nicely, now. It plowed back and forth, matching the simultaneous movements of the prod in her teeming cunt, mounting thrills of burning passion through her entire torso. Gail felt as if she were being buffeted about like a paper boat on a surging ocean as the two men furiously strained toward their satisfaction. The woman insanely undulated her sensuously anxious body between the pair of men, her rounded white buttocks moving in maddening circles.
"Ohhhhh Goddd! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Gail screamed, "Fuck me, you bastards. Fuck me, hard! Come on, the pair of you . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck.. . "
Gail was screaming at the top of her lungs, shouting at the two insurance brokers, and the two men wildly responded to her shouts. Each was anxious to prove his eagerness to grant her request. Their rhythm was working perfectly, now.
Gail was overjoyed. She was going to have a climax with a penis in her vagina, though she knew it was the one in her rectum stimulating her body to achieve its satisfaction. Without the one burrowing through her asshole, the penis in her vagina was almost totally useless. And Tom Kobich was not the kind of man to give her satisfaction after he, himself, had come.
Kobich's hips were angling up, slamming the meaty prong higher and higher into her tight vaginal maw, while at the same time Sidlander's thick cock was cramming itself down into her taut anal causeway, hotly sinking into the fleshy corridor of her clinging, vibrating ass. The woman felt pincered between the two men, feeling their hot breath on her face and the nape of her neck. It was wilder than anything she had ever done before, and she made up her mind to enjoy it because she knew this was the last time she would ever do anything with more than one man. No matter how good it felt, she knew it was wrong, and as long as she hadn't promoted the idea of the two men taking her this way, her conscience would permit her to live with what was happening to her. But if it ever happened again, she didn't know if she'd be able to take it. So the smart thing to do was to enjoy what was happening to her now, while she was able. Neither of the two men was a great lover, but the combination of the two made all this feel much better than it otherwise might have felt. Each had a competent cock, and two satisfactory cocks were better than one good one. Fortunately, Sam had more than a good cock. He had a great cock. But at the moment her rectum and pussy were being squeezed all the more tightly. She was enjoying the deep probing of her body by the twin javelins, both desperately intent on unleashing the quantity of semen they contained.
Gail clamped her mouth tightly shut. Her own orgasm was very close, and she didn't want them to know of it. She felt it lurking somewhere inside of her, preparing to come out. Slowly the sensations within built higher and higher, and Gail felt this would be a fantastic climax. A thrill was enlarging in her rectum as well as in her vagina. One orgasm would set off the other. She was able to tell. Thrills mounted in her taut vagina and her ass at the same time. If she'd had a tongue washing over her clitoris, as well, she'd really go wild. A triple orgasm would have her jumping out of her skin. Nevertheless she was surrounded, drenched, and totally inundated with the near-epitome in licentious satisfaction as orgasmic sensations mounted, giving to her, and taking from her, both at the same time. She was being driven to ecstatic heights completely beyond believability. Her tongue had the taste of satisfaction on it, and her nose quivered with the scent of oncoming semen. Everything; semen, perspiration, and heated breath, seemed to melt with the wild, tingling sensations in her belly. Soon she would feel it all culminating in both, her squeezing asshole and her soaked vagina. It was complete, total fulfillment, and she was soaring higher and higher, the wondrous summit almost within reach.
Squeezed between the two male bodies, Gail trembled with powerful orgastic energy, her heated pussy and narrow asshole madly clutching and sucking on the two hot probes with an overpowering, strong, violent force. Her compressing movements were a trigger for all the electrical passion shooting through the three of them.
Sidlander's thick penis slammed far up into her large intestine, and he began shouting a loud, "YYY-YYAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" while blasting his gushing cream into her belly.
Kobich's penis, feeling the throbbingly sensitive twitches of Sidlander's cock each time it spurted into Gail's narrow rectum, was incapable of holding himself off any longer, and he started blasting into Gail's contracting cunt, shouting, "GGAAGGHH!"
"EEEEYYYIIIAAAGGGHHH!" Gail screeched, feeling the orgasm in her rectum. She was set to climax in her vagina, as well, but Kobich's cock shrunk too quickly, and pulled out, leaving her somewhat unsatisfied and shaken. As the two men went to the bathroom, Gail knew she had to dress and get out of there.
CHAPTER TEN
Hurrying down to the dining room, Gail found Rona standing near the door. It was obvious from the way Rona was dressed she had no intention of staying around for dinner.
"Hi," Rona said, seeing her. "Make up your mind, yet?"
"You bet!" Gail nodded. "Let's get out of here."
"Now you're talking," Rona nodded. "Where exactly do you live?" Gail gave her the address and Rona nodded, saying, "That's not too far from me. I'll bet we even shop in the same places."
The two women hurried out of the hotel, each carrying a single valise, and Rona handed a ticket to the doorman, asking that her car be brought around.
"Perhaps we do shop in the same places," Gail nodded, and quickly rattled off the names of a half dozen stores where she shopped.
Rona admitted to having shopped in four of the six places named, including Sam's shoe-repair shop.
"So you know Sam, too?" Gail asked, suddenly apprehensive.
"Well, I did know him in the biblical sense, a long time ago," Rona admitted. "He has to have the most fabulous . . . well . . . maybe I'd better not say it."
"I know what you mean," Gail nodded.
"You, too?" Rona asked. "Gosh, he sure gets around. I'll tell you something. Sam and I were intimate, but we never really felt love for one another. I always thought of him as one terrific catch. I envy the woman who gets him."
* * *
And in Gail's apartment, at that very moment, both Sam and Lisa prepared to spend the night together, totally unaware Gail was coming home. Lisa had wanted to hop into bed right away, but Sam, knowing how much more enjoyable something was when anticipated a little first, insisted they eat something, and then perhaps go out and bowl a little. After all, they had the whole night, didn't they?
So the two left the apartment and went to a little out-of-the-way restaurant where they had Italian food. Afterward, they went bowling in the next village, where no one knew them. And by ten-thirty, they were back in the apartment.
"Hey," Sam said, slipping out of his clothing as Lisa doffed her own things, "How about we try a little different thing, tonight?"
"Terrific," Lisa nodded, knowing now, variety in sex was as important as it was in eating. "What've you got in mind?"
"I'd like to fuck you in the ass," he told her.
"What?" Lisa asked, a little stunned.
"I'd like to fuck you in the ass," Sam repeated. "I mean, in addition to fucking your pussy afterward. It's a lot of fun. I tried it once. The chick really dug it."
"Well, I don't know," Lisa insisted. "I mean, you really have one thick cock."
"Come on," Sam urged. "It'll be fun."
"Really?" Lisa asked, still a little uncertain.
"It's lots of fun," Sam insisted, his voice quiet but determined.
Lisa let the idea sink in, and the more she thought about it, the more she had to admit she liked it. It had never occurred to her a man might want to fuck her, that way. She felt a droplet of perspiration trickle down her spine.
"Hey," Sam assured her, "if it's done right, you can't be hurt. All you can do is enjoy it. And the one chick with whom I did it, had an ass-climax."
"Are you telling the truth, Sam?"
"Honest," he assured her. "Don't be scared."
"I'm not scared," her girlish voice replied.
Scared? Heck! The more she thought about the idea of being assf ucked, the wetter her hot loins were as the oils seeped from between her tight pussylips and drenched her thighs.
"I'll go nice and slow," Sam assured her. "If you feel anything that bothers you, tell me and I'll yank my cock right out."
"You won't hurt me, Sam," Lisa whispered. "I just know it. And if it makes you happy, I know it'll make me happy."
The shoe-repair man smiled at her as they climbed into bed together from opposite sides. It never occurred to Lisa there might be any pain connected to being ass fucked. She remembered how Sam's cock had stretched her vagina, but most of the pain there had resulted from the breaking of her hymen. She was certain he'd be able to stretch her ass with only the littlest bit of discomfort, and once her ass became used to it, she was certain she'd enjoy being fucked there as well as in her tight pussy.
Lisa's slender, youthful body was filled with a mounting desire. The only apprehension lay in the knowledge this was the first time, and her asshole would be unnaturally stretched. After all, Sam had an immensely thick whang. Yet she was certain she'd be able to take it.
"I think we should use this the first time," Sam told her, reaching for a jar of cold cream on the night table between the two beds. Gail often left it there so she was able to rub it on her face just before retiring.
Lisa shuddered with anticipation as he screwed the top off the jar. She knew the cold cream was greasy, but it had never occurred to her to use it this way.
Sam put the open jar back on the night table, then he turned his attention to the tender, precious young girl in bed with him. Anticipation had made his appetite that much keener, and now that he was about to get his wish, and fuck her in the ass, he felt even more aroused. He slammed his mouth against that of the young girl, and Lisa, anxious for his kisses, and even more anxious than he for body contact, met his mouth with parted lips, sucking his lingual digit into the burning depths of her own hungry mouth. Each tasted the food the other had eaten, earlier. In gentle, tickling, wispy movements their tongues touched and pressed together, fencing back and forth, enjoying a preliminary thrill of teasing and being teased, eventually changing to hard attacks and spiraling, spinning motions, running from one mouth to the other as their desire and need for each other became overpowering. When their mouths did eventually come apart, each reluctantly giving up the taste of the other's tongue, they were aware of one another's hunger.
In spite of all she had learned about cunt lapping, cocksucking, and fucking, in addition to kissing, Lisa was still a naive, innocent young girl. Though she knew fucking was the way babies were made, it never once occurred to her this was something she wasn't supposed to do. After all, if her mother indulged in it, how wrong was it? And since her mother did it with Sam, the same man with whom she was doing it, it was definitely all right. She was anxious and eager to make up for all the lonely years she had known by making love to, and being loved by, Sam. Maybe one day in the future, if she found some other man, or even a boy whom she liked a lot, she might let him do things like this with her. But she decided this was only fun with a male she liked.
"Hey," Sam said, breaking into her reverie while chewing on her earlobe, "I don't want you backing out at the last second, now."
"Hey, don't worry," Lisa assured him, pressing her lithe, lean, small-breasted body against his, feeling the hairs on his chest tickle her. "But the idea of coming while your cock is in my ass. I mean, I know you can come, but I really wonder if Til be able to come that way."
"Hey, you're one hot little item," Sam assured her. "If anyone can have a rectal orgasm, it's you." And now his teeth bit even more firmly into her earlobe, aimost-not quite-causing her pain.
Sam's hands were all over her girlish body, heatedly massaging her growing nipples, squeezing and pulling on them while pressing the slightly rounded flesh of her small breasts. He was gripping them almost brutally, and Lisa gasped, loving this tiny show of near-brutality. She shuddered and hummed, turning and arching her buttocks against the front of his thighs, spoon fashion, while enjoying the tickling the hair on his chest caused against her soft back. She pressed her firm, young breasts into the flat palms of his hands, and the way he squeezed them made Lisa think her breasts were even larger . . . something like her mother's. One of his hands drifted down to her crotch area and pressed there, pushing her buttocks against the throbbing length of his hard cock, and she gasped with delight, feeling it stab between her thighs. The topmost part of the staff rubbed between her leaking cuntlips.
His fingers gripped her extended nipples and tugged solidly on them, moving them back and forth, and Lisa sighed, feeling wonderful pleasure-blasts shudder through her entire body. Sam continually fingered the eraser-like extensions, causing the long, swollen, aching buds of female flesh to throb with desire, letting him know she wanted more.
It was Lisa's turn to become involved in the doing, and she brought her own hands into play, half-turning toward him, reaching for his crotch. She wrapped her slender fingers around his stiff, swollen cock. God! It felt bigger than ever, and from the way lubrication was dripping from the narrow slit in its tip, Lisa realized how anxious Sam was to continue their love-play.
Sam, thrilling to the way the young girl gripped his hard cock, thought of the way Gail squeezed his prick, and saw similarities in the way both, mother and daughter, handled his swollen pud. Christ! Wouldn't it be something to make it with mother and daughter at the same time? These were the two most fabulous females he had ever known. Hell! When Gail got back, he intended proposing to her.
* * *
Rona drove silently, and Gail was equally silent, alone with her thoughts. How foolish she had been to think of Sam as nothing more than someone to toy with until a man like Sidlander made his move. Thank goodness she had seen the light. Hell! Men and women continued making love into their eighties and nineties. If she and Sam had nothing else, they'd have one another.
And then Gail realized, Sam had never openly told her he loved her. What if he didn't? What if she had misread the looks in his eyes and on his face? What if she was as much of a plaything to him as she had thought him to be to her?
Faster, she thought, looking at Rona. Move faster, and get me home. I'll find Sam no matter where he is.
* * *
"I'm going to make love to your pretty little butt," Sam murmured to Lisa.
"Mmmmm . . . good!" Lisa nodded.
His body had been pressed tightly to hers, and he trembled when he heard her assent. When her hand, still gripping his pulsing whang, began tugging up and down, he gasped a little bit. The idea of fucking his prong into this pretty little girl's small, round, tight ass seemed more delectable than the idea of fucking any other female in any other way.
"Come on," Lisa whispered. "Don't wait! Do it now! Put that wonderful cock in my ass. I want to be fucked there right now! Come on, Sam, do it! Fuck your cock into my ass."
That was all Sam needed to hear. He tossed back the covers, exposing her pretty derriere, and at the same time Lisa reached out and took the jar of cold cream from the night table. She dipped her fingers into the open jar and took out a large white gob, then smeared it all over his throbbing penis, coating it from crown to root, even covering his testicles. Then she handed Sam the jar and lay flat on her stomach.
Sam stared down at the girl's luscious caboose, gazing at the marble-glistening globes that rose to meet him as Lisa propped herself up on her hands and knees. Sam got to his knees behind the young girl, and in that position he was able to reach out and run his hand over the smooth creaminess of her arched, pulled flesh.
Lisa felt wild, uncontrollable shudders blister through her as Sam's fingers trickled up and down the swell of her ass-cheeks. His touch was like wispy satin.
"We're going to go very slowly," Sam whispered to her. "You're someone really special to me, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you."
Lisa wanted to do everything the shoe-repair man said, but she found it hard keeping herself under control. The man's moving fingers were sending one set of duck bumps after another chasing through her body, running the length of her spine. She gasped and shuddered, trying to keep her mind from what his fingers were doing to her. She concentrated on school and her various classes in the hope of delaying all the wonderful feelings building up inside her. This helped a little, but it was so difficult to block out the wonderful set of thrills Sam was continuing to enhance inside her.
Lisa gasped and moaned, feeling Sam's fingers tighten on her ass-cheeks. His hands were rubbing the tender ovals of her smooth, white buttocks as if they were large tits. The man's fingers seemed to be trying to find a nipple that didn't exist, moving tenderly, carefully, slowly, gently at first, squeezing and kneading in a way that encouraged her to relax. Sam firmly and carefully pressed the pliable cheeks of her fleshy behind, almost massaging them.
Lisa sighed and gasped, feeling him squeeze harder, starting to dig his firm fingers into the moon-shaped halves of her ass, crushing and squeezing her pliant rump. The girl wriggled and squirmed and continued pressing back against his hand, thrilling to the way he manipulated her buttocks.
Sam moved his hands faster and faster, and abruptly returned to the slow, careful way of teasing and massaging her buns, and it was so soothing, she found herself relaxing more and more. The tenseness, apprehensiveness, and anxiousness slowly eased from her relaxed body. The girl had become Sam's to do with as he so desired. She looked forward to the pressure of his throbbing cock pushing into her asshole.
Lisa felt her ass-mounds being gently eased apart by the constant pressure of Sam's tugging fingers-She let her head hang so she was able to stare back between her thighs, and just barely saw his face as he gazed at the deep, dark crevice between her ass-cheeks slowly separating. The crack widened into a shallow cleft. There, in a taut, puckering circle, was the rictus of her anus.
San leaned forward, inhaling the freshness of the young girl's body. She was the kind who knew how to keep herself clean, everywhere. He brought his face closer, pressing his facial cheeks against the cheeks of her ass as his lips kissed the prune-like bud, and then his tongue was touching it, lapping it, kissing it, sending stalagmites of chilling desire charging up the length of her shuddering spine.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" the young girl gasped, totally taken aback by the chilling blasts shooting through her delightfully soft young self. When Lisa felt the pressure of his lips as he sucked at her asshole, she began wildly shuddering. This was unbelievable. She had no idea a man would ever press his mouth to that area. Not that she was objecting. It felt fabulous. It was the most singularly unbelievable sensation she had ever enjoyed.
"Feel good?" Sam asked, pulling his lips from her asshole. He was blowing cool air into her anal temple.
"Oh wow!" Lisa gasped. "I've never felt anything like this, before. That is fantastic."
Once again the man's working tongue stabbed forward, pressing into the ultra-sensitive depths of the young girl's rectum, teasing the ultra-sensitive little nodes hidden in there. Lisa shuddered, trembled, and then stiffened because of the wonderfully delightful intimate contact she felt as his tongue delved all the deeper into her asshole. Thrilling seizures of delight winked through her, making her stiffer than ever, yet she forced her buttocks back, insisting on maintaining the feel of his tongue inside her. When he did tug the point of his tongue from inside her anus, it was to use the flat part of it to paint her tender asscrack with his sputum. The working lingual digit brushed up and down, up and down, moving from the base of her spine to the soft flesh of her perineum. The tongue just stopped short of touching her vaginal lips, reversing its direction and painting its way back again. She gasped with delight, each time his tongue whistled across the tender section of bumhole. The tongue was persistently taunting her, but little by little the girl was allowing her body to accustom itself to the new wants and needs the tongue was building in her.
The hot, wet, laving digit rubbed more solidly against the entrance to her rectum, pressing inside again, finding the sphincter, trying to push through it, as well. The tongue teased it in gentle fashion, and Sam sensed the girl attached to the ass he was licking completely relax, and the muscular ring slowly slackened as his wicked tongue continued its wanton, thrusting assaults into her.
Lisa writhed, unable to keep her body still as the point of Sam's tongue pressed inquiringly at the doughnut-like hole in the center of her sphincter muscle. She tensed all over again, and Sam slurped with his tongue until her anus had become totally relaxed. This time, feeling her relax, the man stabbed his wicked tongue inside, enjoying the groans caused by the way his organ was working. Lisa was continuously moaning, now.
like a mini-penis, the stiffened tongue began working, in and out, in and out. Lisa thrilled to the pressure of the wetly licking organ as it worked its way slowly deeper into her anal depths. The mere thought of what he was doing had turned her into a quivering mass of wanton jelly. Each time Lisa tried tightening her sphincter, Sam licked carefully, tenderly, gently, and she relaxed, accepting the wonderful pressure of his lingual extension. The girl trembled as she felt him stab it even deeper into her taut rectum. He was getting her ready for the swollen, thickness of his massive cock which would shortly follow. Realizing what Sam was doing, Lisa ached to feel the throbbing penis all the more.
His tongue slithered even deeper into her narrow little rectum, and his lips kissed the spit-slick muscle of her inner sphincter. Then he slipped his tongue out.
He had been holding the cold cream jar in one hand all this time, not wanting to let it fall on the bed. Now he dipped his fingers into the white, greasy facial cream, and began coating the tiny, narrow exterior of her anus much the way she had coated his throbbing cock. And when he pushed a coated finger into the tight channel, it slid right in with almost no resistance. Lisa thrilled to the invading finger, feeling no pain, whatsoever. At first, not used to it, she tightened her interior muscles a little, then she slowly relaxed and allowed the working finger to ease in and out within her, coating her narrow rectal tunnel with the slippery cream. Then he slowly slid the finger out of her, coated it and his forefinger with more cold cream, then gently pushed the two fingers into her narrow, tight orifice. Lisa had no difficulty in accepting the two fingers, and even enjoyed them so much, she began waggling her buttocks from side to side as the fingers moved in and out. When a third finger was added, she began feeling a little bit of pressure, but after awhile, her asshole widened, adjusting to the three fingers. There was no discomfort at all.
The three fingers were both, wider and harder than his wicked, sensual tongue, but Lisa never noticed. She deftly handled the three fingers with no trouble at all, thanks to the massive quantity of cold cream used to lubricate her anus.
Lisa no longer had the slightest question in her mind. Had Sam's cock been twice as thick, she was certain she'd had been able to handle it. And she was certain she'd love every last thick inch of it.
In penis-like style, Sam's fingers moved in and out of her taut asshole. Even though the man's cock was shuddering with the need to bury itself in that same place. Sam restrained himself, remembering just what it was he had to do. This wasn't just any anus. This was the ass of the sweetest young girl he had ever known; the daughter of the woman he hoped to shortly marry. And he intended fucking both, mother and daughter as long as the two of them remained beneath his roof. He knew the membranes in her ass channel were extremely delicate. With no trouble at all he'd be able to tear those tissues if he wasn't extremely careful. But he intended being careful, because he had no intention of hurting this darling girl in any way.
Lisa felt the three fingers slowly slide out of her anal center, and she sighed her disappointment. Damn! They felt so good inside her, she wanted them to remain. Her sphincter tried anxiously to cling to the fingers, but the cold cream was so greasy, in spite of the young girl's efforts, Sam's fingers slid right out. Turning her head, she saw his heavy cock swaying back and forth between his thighs, and from the way the purple point was expanding, she understood what was about to happen. And she was more than ready.
Sam used both hands to tug her rounded ass-cheeks apart, spreading them once again so he was able to stare at her brown pucker, now greased with the facial cream. He stared into the deep valley beyond the pucker, seeing the internal pinkness, also coated with the cream, and he knew the girl was ready. His hard cock throbbed and jumped with excitement as he moved forward, his knees rubbing against the inexpensive bedsheets. Shivering lust filled him just as it filled the youthful body of the young girl whose ass he was preparing to plunder. Her trembling communicated itself to him. The dome-shaped head of his heavy cock came closer and closer, approaching the puckered brown flesh making up the entrance to her rectum. And finally the violet cap was rubbing against the bud-like hole.
Lisa tensed, unable to stop herself. Knowing what was about to happen to her caused more than a little nervousness inside her. She trembled with a mixture of fear and overpowering arousal.
"You gotta calm down," Sam told her in as soft a voice as possible. If you stay relaxed, all you'll feel is a boatload of pleasure and no pain. You'll see."
Shivering, Lisa took a deep breath, then forced her body to totally relax, pushing the fright from her mind. She recalled the wonderful feeling moments before, when he had sawed three fingers in and out of her rectum. Heck! If she was capable of taking three fingers in her asshole, she was capable of handling a cock; even Sam's thick cock. And she was more than certain the cock would feel even better than the fingers.
The girl's solid little ass-cheeks returned to their soft, pliant resiliency, and then she felt Sam slowly begin pushing forward. The swollen crown of his throbbing dick began to slowly widen the rubbery tightness of her anal ring. The girl still shivered, feeling the force behind his shove, knowing how determined he was to fit his pulsing penis into her. He was moving slowly, carefully, deliberately, gently increasing the pressure of his cock as he sank the wand deeper and deeper into her. He pushed even harder as the rubbery head widened the narrow opening of her tight asshole. Lisa kept her eyes closed, going strictly by sensation. The head of the pressing cock began slowly forming a depression in her buttocks-hole, and this, in turn, became an ever-deepening cavity. Ultimately, her anal muscle totally surrendered, forcing itself to completely relax.
Lisa sighed, feeling a little full as she realized the entire helmet of Sam's throbbing cock was now buried inside her, beyond her sphincter. It had slid in more easily than she had expected, the cold cream making it so much easier than either of them had believed it would.
Lisa was on fire, blasts of hot flame shooting through her tender, youthful body. Lord! The heat was unbelievable. And the wonderful, thrilling pressure in her rectum caused her to involuntarily squeeze the walls of her anus around the penile point, surrounding his thickness with a strong, tense grip like the pincers of a lobster. The pair of them groaned in unison. Lisa thrilled to the pressure of his wide cock rubbing her anal walls, while Sam enjoyed the crushing pressure of her soft membranes around his swollen pudendum.
"You'll . . . uuuhhhhh . . . have to . . . ohhhhh . . . relax . . . " he gasped.
"Gee!" Lisa gasped. "It feels . . . oooooohhhhhh . . . so funny . . .ahhhhh . . . in there. Oh geeeee!! ! ! But you're . . . uunnnnnhhhh . . . right. It doesn't . . . ohhhhh . . . hurt.. . it feels so-o-o-o-o . . . good . . . "
His two hands were gently caressing the roundular shape of her twin ass-cheeks, calmly waiting for the tight grip of the young girl's sphincter to relax. Slowly, little by little, her muscles eased the hold they had on his pulsing prick, and the man began carefully pushing forward. Little by little he sank ever deeper, the cold cream making the way easy. Lisa felt her anal tunnel expanding, and there was some mild discomfort, but the heavy coating of cold cream prevented any pain. Now he was past her rectum, and the knob of his moving cock was sliding into her colon. He kept moving until the entire length of his immense rod was completely buried inside her.
"Unngghh!" She gasped, feeling his hairy thighs rub against her ass-cheeks, letting her know he was completely buried inside. She remained that way, unmoving, smiling to herself, awed at how easily she had managed to take in his swollen intruder. And now that the heavy phallus was all the way inside, she no longer had to worry about relaxing. She allowed her body to tighten, contracting her rectum, pressing and crushing his swollen cock with a maddening urgency, as if trying to excrete the thick cudgel.
They had moved the dresser with its mirror the previous night, and it was still away from the wall, partially blocking the entrance to the room. Now the mirror reflected them.
Lisa turned her head to the side and looked into the mirror, seeing Sam remain motionless. She heard him moaning behind her, gasping in rhythm to the way his throbbing cock pulsed inside her. The weighty thickness of the swollen pole made the girl realize how smooth and hot the tunnel of her ass was.
Sam sighed, completely trapped in the depths of her teeming colon. True, he had ass-fucked before, but the one other girl had never allowed him to thrust his entire pole into her. So this was a fantastic experience for him. Damn! He had known this girl would be better than the other woman he had assf ucked, but he hadn't realized just how much better. Lisa was fantastic. The feeling of his pole buried in her frothing, squeezing ass was far superior to anything his mind had conceived or remembered. He felt as if the head of his cock was being washed with lava, and yet the tissues of her anal tunnel were softer than daisy petals.
* * *
"Thanks!" Gail said to Rona, getting out of the car. "You've done me a great favor."
"Glad to do it," Rona replied, as Gail shut the car door.
Gail stood there as Rona drove off, then hoisted her suitcase and entered the small apartment building. She climbed the lone flight of stairs, then put the suitcase down outside the door of the small apartment. The hallway was brightly lit, to discourage intruders, and she was thankful for that.
I'll wash up, then I'll look up Sam's address in the phone book, she thought.
Taking her keys from her purse, she opened the door. It eased silently open, and she carried the suitcase into the living room and set it down on the sofa. She was about to return and shut the door, when she heard the sighs and grunts coming from the bedroom she shared with her daughter. First, she went to the front door and silently closed it. Then she took her shoes off and silently walked through the apartment to the bedroom. What she saw as she hid behind the dresser half-covering the doorway completely astounded her.
"Wow!" Lisa was saying. "That cock of yours is really big, Sam."
Little by little she eased up on the clutch her sphincter had maintained on the throbbing rod. Now it began sliding back.
"You like it, huh?" Sam said.
"Love it," Lisa told him. "I can . . . uuuggghhh . . . feel every last inch . . . ooooh . . . of it.. . uuunnnggg-hhh . . . stuffing me from top to.. . ohhhh.. . bottom. I feel the way it.. . uuuggghhh.. .throbs and pulsates . . . ahhhh . . . inside me, jerking around and around. Wow! It feels . . . ohhhh . . . terrific!"
With only the head of his cock now buried in Lisa's ass, Sam remained stock-still, knowing if he began wildly pumping, he'd shoot in a matter of seconds. He wanted her to slowly become accustomed to the length of his hard cock.
Watching from behind the dresser, Gail was horrified. What was this sick man trying to do to her little girl? And to think she had considered groveling in front of him and asking him to marry her. Why he had to be sick to be doing this to Lisa.
But Lisa! She had to be even sicker. Why look how much she was enjoying it, urging Sam on. They were both crazy.
But were they? It hadn't been that much earlier that Gail had enjoyed a rectal orgasm, and so knew the pleasures her young daughter was feeling. And Gail had felt the cock of a man she now despised, whereas it was obvious Lisa was being assfucked willingly. Yes, Lisa wanted Sam to give it to her.
"Come on, Sam," Lisa was saying. "Just sticking your cock in my ass once does not constitute ass fucking. Come on and move that thick prick in and out."
And that is precisely what Sam Mallo began doing.
He pushed his prong halfway into the young girl, then slowly eased it back, then he pushed it forward again until he was all the way into the fiery center of her rectum before once again pulling back, all but pulling out. Inside, the girl felt like satin-smooth, slithery, but tight. Sam groaned as one flaming charge after another shot through his dancing balls. Blistering thoughts reeled through his spinning brain, making his swollen penis quiver. Even now, he felt his scrotum tightening, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he emptied his testicles, filling the young girl's ass with a white cream of his own.
Lisa felt the heavy dome slide through the tight, inner flesh of her squeezing rectum, pushing in, then sliding back until the pulsing knob was the only part still inside her. Even before she was ready he was pumping back into her.
The girl felt how easily the massive cock was sliding back and forth in her bowels. She was fully confident of her abilities to handle this massive prick. His steaming cock felt like a massive, swollen, gigantic plunger of bloated muscle as it slammed into her again and again. But each repetition simply embellished the delightful sensations enlarging all the more swiftly in her shuddering anus. The girl sighed repeatedly, making sounds he understood, without being able to say any intelligible words. Lisa simply gasped, trembling as she gratefully accepted his cock inside her again and again.
Ohhhhh! He felt so good in there, sliding nicely through her rectum and colon. His fiery cock made her heated bowels even hotter as the penis appeared to burn its way across the tender, delicate membranes of her aching ass. Each forward thrust was a gentle push, and Lisa loved the way he continually opened her up back there without causing her any pain.
Sam was enjoying himself intensely, but the urge to come had slowly receded, and now he knew he'd be pumping for a long time before he finally shot his wad. Not that he had any objections. On the contrary; if the girl came first, he'd pull his cock from her tight ass and use it in her tight pussy, making her come there, while he shot his load into her cunt. True, he'd have to douche her out again afterward, but it was worth it.
The two were working together, Lisa's body completely relaxing each time Sam pumped into her, thrilling to the way the swollen penis probed into her colon. And each time the phallus retreated, Lisa tightened her anal grip on the bole, surrounding the massive cock in a blistering tunnel of complete wonder. Lisa realized Sam's heavy balls, which had been slapping against her vaginal lips, were no longer doing so. They had drawn up tightly into his crotch, which meant he was really getting pleasure from all this. She remembered that time she had sucked on his cock in the shoe store, how the sac had tightened up when he was really starting to feel thrills.
"Come on, Sam," she gasped. "Make me come in my ass. You can do it. I have faith! Come on, Sam!"
And then Lisa felt the wild tingles she had felt in her vagina the previous night and realized she really was going to have an anal orgasm. Yes, yes, she was going to climax as surely as if the throbbing cock had been buried somewhere deep inside her vagina.
"EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH! HHHAAAGGG-HHH!" she gasped, and began wildly bucking all over the place. And Sam kept on pumping.
"Now," he said, pulling his cock from her ass, "I'm going to fuck your cunt."
"No!" A voice behind them said, and both turned.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Both Lisa and Sam stared at a naked Gail. The woman moved into the room, saying, "You both think I'm angry, don't you. Well maybe I should be, but I'm more envious than I am angry, because I happen to love the two of you."
"Oh mom!" Lisa said, ready to cry.
"And I happen to love you, too," Sam told her. "But I also love Lisa. I couldn't stop myself. I won't apologize, because I hope to do it again and again with her, just like I hope to do things with you."
"Oh, you can bet you're going to do things with me, Sam," Gail insisted. 'Tomorrow, you and I are going to the license bureau, if you follow my meaning, right after the blood tests."
"Hey, I'm more than willing," Sam assured her, "but you have to agree to let me keep on being with Lisa."
"Sure," Gail nodded. "In fact, there are certain times I want you to be with both of us . . . like now! Come on, Sam. You've already fucked my daughter in the ass. Let's see what you can do in my cunt."
"Jesus!" Sam gasped, as the woman lay beneath him. "I would've sworn you'd be screaming bloody murder, by now, threatening to get the cops."
"Now what good would that do," Gail gasped, as Sam positioned himself over her, then neatly thrust his hard cock into her steaming depths. "I.. .uuuhhhh . . . want a man who can . . . ooooh . . . fuck me all the . . . uhhh . . . time, and if you want to fuck Lisa . . . uhhhh.. . as well, that's fine with me.. . uhhh.. .just as long as you always have enough left over for . . . uhhhh . . . me."
Sam's arms wrapped themselves tightly around Gail's body as he slowly began pumping into the tight crush of her delightful vagina. Her steaming pussy seemed a little slipperier this time, but he attributed it to the cold cream still covering his cock, not realizing Gail still had the slimy sperm of Tom Kobich in her cunt.
Lisa, not wanting to be left out, kneeled behind Sam's bucking ass and began licking his balls with her tongue, washing the cold cream off them, then tasting the hairy flesh, and loving it as the man continued pumping into her mother's tight nookie. The musky smell of her mother's hot cunt made the young girl even hotter, and she licked all the faster as Sam pumped into the woman again and again.
Gail felt her daughter's tongue actually touch her cuntlips as the girl was lapping at Sam's balls, and this made her dig her heels into the bed and fuck with added impetus. Again and again the woman slammed her puffy pussy up against the throbbing cock filling it so luxuriously. Yes, Gail had to admit there was no other cock in the world as delightful as Sam's. The man really knew how to touch every last little particle of her vaginal interior, building sparks in her she had never felt with anyone else. This was why she was always able to come with his pulsing penis working its way through her seething cunt.
Lisa sucked, pulling the scrotum into her mouth, moving her head in cadence with Sam's ass so as not to get her nose broken. She slurped her saliva all over his testicles, and sucked strongly, feeling the way his solid balls trembled, preparing to unleash their contents. As she sucked on Sam's balls. Lisa wondered why she didn't feel jealous of her mother. After all, if the woman hadn't been here, right now, Sam would be fucking into her own cunt right now, instead of into Gail's. But then, Lisa reasoned she loved her mother as much as her mother loved her. It had to be love her mother felt, otherwise she would have thrown Sam out, called the police after him, and she'd have punished Lisa, as well. Her tongue licked the heavy, wrinkled, hair-covered flesh, lapping at the syrupy slime oozing along the length of Sam's cock dredged out from her mother's vagina. Though she was unable to understand how such a thing was possible, Lisa realized she was tasting sperm. Not that it mattered, because as far as Lisa was concerned, one man's semen tasted just as good an another's.
Gail bounced her buttocks against the mattress with greater speed, feeling thrilling enjoyment as only Sam was able to impart it to her. He was definitely thicker and longer than Holly Sidlander, and he knew how to use his penis so much better. Seeing what he and her daughter had been doing together had made her vagina dilate to where she felt she'd have held him had he been twice the breadth.
"Hey, you . . . uhhhh . . . won't back out, now," Sam gasped. "You're really gonna marry me, aintcha?"
"You'd better believe it," Gail nodded, pulling his head down and kissing him as her thighs wrapped all the more tightly around his hips, pulling his pulsing cock ever more deeply into her vaginal center.
And then the orgasm hit her. Gail wanted to scream, but she realized her mouth was locked against Sam's. She also realized Sam was coming, as hot, fiery glue shot into her wide-open pussy, while she bucked and lurched. Thrill after thrill shot through her body as she tightly clung to Sam, who was holding her just as tight, firing wad after wad into her hollow feminine depths.
Lisa, who now licked the tasty combination of her mother's lubrication and Sam's semen from the stem of his cock on each outthrust, gobbled the liquid as fast as possible, and she smiled to herself, knowing this was only the beginning. A lot of happy days and nights lay ahead for the three of them, and the best part of it was, Lisa had become a participant. What more ought a girl want . . . except to have another cock once in awhile. Yes, that would be nice.
