Wendy Wellington had always assumed that she would never have to work a day in her life. Her father was stinking rich. Filthy rich.
But the spoiled bitch had gotten herself in trouble one time too often and her father had disowned her. Now she was a hooker on the street.
Her very first John had taken her to his home in Queens and after slapping her around for the hell of it had tied her to his bed.
Wendy was working. She was working damn hard. The man pulled off his belt and began to whip her perfect ass cheeks with it as hard as he could.
When her tears stopped because of numbness he whipped out his cock, pulled open her ass cheeks and thrust his dick deep into her bowels.
She screamed in pain at first. Then the pain faded-and the pleasure began!
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Wellington, the prettiest little girl at the party, took one look at the bulge in the crotch of the stud's pants, and she knew just what she wanted to do.
"I want to suck your cock," she said to the stud as she ran the tip of her tongue slowly back and forth across her sensuous lips.
"Would you like me to tell you my name first?" the stud said. He seemed amused by her. She could tell that he wanted his dick sucked very badly.
"Sure, but it isn't necessary," Wendy said. She could feel herself getting very horny. The party was wild. Some were already naked.
Wendy had been to this sort of party before and she knew that it wouldn't be long before everyone was fucking, in one combination or another.
The stereo was blasting a Rolling Stones record. "I CAN'T GET NO! I CAN'T GET NO!" The air was rich with marijuana smoke, and another scent that Wendy did not recognize.
"My name is Marvin Manning. You are Wendy Wellington, a friend of Kathy's. She told me about you. She told me you were wild," the young man said.
Wendy figured the fellow was in his early twenties. Maybe just out of college. He looked rich and he was very handsome. Wendy could tell by the size of the lump in his trousers that he was hung like a horse.
"Good, now that we know each other, maybe we can get down to business," Wendy said. She made a purring sound deep down inside her throat.
The sound greatly resembled that of a real cat. Her noise of absolute felinity made her entire neck vibrate. She could feel her pussy swelling.
Wendy dropped to her knees in front of the young man and her nimble fingers went straight for the brass buckle to his black leather belt.
Wendy could feel her salivary gland working overtime as she thought about the oral pleasure she was about to give. Her mouth was watering in anticipation.
Wendy could feel the hot blood of her feminine passion pumping downward in her body heading directly toward the delta between her slender thighs.
Wendy quickly unbuckled the brass buckle and then unbuttoned the single button that held the top of Marvin's super-tight trousers together.
The pretty little rich girl grasped the zipper to Marvin's fly between her right thumb and forefinger. She arched her fingers at the knuckles a bit so her long fingernails would not get in the way.
Wendy was not a very large girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall. Her hair was as black as pitch and grew perfectly straight.
Wendy's hair was very long, fanning out smoothly over her shoulders, falling low down the center of her back in between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
Wendy pulled Marvin's zipper all the way down to the bottom and then hooked her fingernails under the top of his black trousers slowly.
Wendy pushed her fingertips under his pants until she felt the elastic at the top of his white cotton jockey shorts. She pushed her fingers under this as well.
Wendy then pulled down the man's pants and his underwear at the same time and her eyes lit up with joy as his humongous cock flopped free.
Wendy was only sixteen years old but she was hardly a virgin. She had never had any interest in being a good little girl. She lost her virginity the first opportunity she had had-and the rest was history.
Wendy enjoyed going to wild New York City parties with lots of kinky guests and strange drugs. She lived in Westchester County, which she found very dull.
Her Daddy was one of the richest men in the state, and Wendy was the sole heir to his fortune. She knew that she would never have to put in a honest day's work for as long as she lived.
And that was okay with her. She had no desire to be a commoner. She was suited to the leisure class. She just wanted to fuck and have fun.
Wendy could see that Marvin's cock was a good eight and a half inches long. She could see that he had more than enough cock meat to please her.
Wendy Was not impressed most of all by the length of Marvin's dick, but rather by its girth. His cock was thicker than the little girl's wrist.
Wendy could see that Marvin's boner was thickest at the head. The head of his prick reminded the little girl of a grossly enlarged acorn.
Wendy could see that the skin covering the head of Marvin's cock was stretched as smooth as the skin one might expect to find covering the head of a drum.
His cock head was thoroughly engorged with blood. In fact, it looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
Wendy could see that the head of Marvin's cock was a deep purple color almost a blue-black. She found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of the stud's pecker.
Wendy could see that there were little lips on either side of Marvin's urethra. Those lips made the hole look like a tiny mouth.
Wendy could see the swollen lips astride Marvin's piss hole opening and closing rhythmically from the tiny spasms he was experiencing down there.
Wendy thought the skin covering Marvin's glans looked as smooth as a plate of glass, and she couldn't wait to find out if it felt just as smooth against her aroused taste buds.
Her salivary gland was really cranking out the fluid at this point. She found that she had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
Wendy's black hair was parted in the middle and fell down onto her forehead in downy bangs. Her bangs came almost all the way down to her eyebrows.
Wendy had an olive complexion. She had the sort of dark, smooth skin that tans into a golden brown after a summertime of exposure to the golden rays of the sunshine.
It was clear to anyone who looked at Wendy that the little girl had never suffered from a facial blemish in her entire life. Her skin was very smooth.
Wendy had an oval-shaped face. Her eyebrows were plucked so that they were femininely angular, an effect that was enhanced each time she furrowed her brow.
Wendy's eyebrows and eyelashes were just as black as the hair that grew from her scalp. Her eyelashes were extremely long and beautiful.
Wendy Wellington's eyelashes were curled up slightly at their tips and licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked.
Wendy pulled the young man's pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. He stood with his shoulders back and his chin tilted upward.
Wendy had almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes were actually dark brown, but they appeared as ebony as her hair when they were viewed in limited illumination.
A new song came on the stereo. "HEY! YOU! GET OFF OF MY CLOUD! HEY! YOU! GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!" Wendy could feel her pussy swelling even more than before.
She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before both her inner and outer cunt lips were thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her feminine arousal.
Wendy could see that there was a ring of scar tissue around the base of Marvin Manning's bulbous cock head. She knew what this scar tissue was.
Wendy knew that the tissue came from the operation the handsome young man had had-probably as a baby to remove his useless foreskin.
Wendy pulled her long black hair back over her slender shoulders away from her pretty face. Her nose was small and straight and a little pointy at the tip.
Wendy's nostrils were a bit on the pinched side but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever the diminutive teenager was excited about something. like a guy's dick!
Wendy's mouth was not very large but her lips were full and sensuous. She had a very kissable mouth. She looked as if she had sucked a number of men off in her short yet active sexual career.
Her lips tingled with her sexuality and she licked at them habitually to keep them moist. She even licked her lips at times when they were already wet.
Wendy had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life, including once when she had weighed herself while soaking wet.
Yet, in spite of her small frame, she had extraordinarily large breasts. Some men thought that Wendy's tits were her best feature.
Her boobs were pert and perky and ripe with youth. They were slightly pointy at their tips and rested very high on the girl's chest.
They did not sag. Not even a fraction of an inch. Wendy had never worn a bra as long as she had lived. She didn't have to wear a bra.
Nature had supplied all of the lifting and separating her tits needed and, hopefully, would need for many years yet to come. She had great tits.
They were even perfectly shaped. Her boobs were sloped at their tops, and curved at their bottoms so that her nipples pointed slightly upward when she was standing up.
Or kneeling up straight, as was the case as she was about to give Marvin Manning the benefits of her talented mouth. Wendy had great posture.
Her posture came naturally to her. She did not have to go to school to learn how to stand and walk and move in general. She walked as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head.
Wendy had an amazingly slim waist. It measured only twenty-two inches. Her hips were round and firm, sticking out more at the rear than at the sides.
Wendy's legs were not long but they were slender and femininely shapely. Her thighs were tapered. Her knees were smooth. Her calves were rounded.
Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty. She had the perfect set of feet and ankles for spiked high heels which was what she was wearing at that moment.
Wendy had always been extremely conscious of her manicure even before puberty. Her nails had always been long and carefully polished and filed.
She filed her nails so that they were always precisely the same length and had a common curve or sharpness at their tips. She always kept her fingernails painted a deep crimson color which she correctly assumed went very well with her dark olive complexion.
She had small toes that were all very close to the same length. Her toenails were small and round and naturally she kept them painted at all times so that they matched her claw-like fingernails.
Wendy was wearing a light green button up blouse tucked into a pair of super-tight pinstriped designer blue jeans. The jeans showed off her ass.
Wendy had a way of walking that drove men nuts. She swung her ass with an animalistic grace from side to side whenever she moved. Men always looked twice.
Men had been known to cross the street or change the direction they were walking in completely just to have the honor of walking behind Wendy Wellington.
Wendy could feel the little glands inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication. Her pussy juice was flowing freely.
She could tell that it wouldn't be too awfully long at all before her cunt was not just moist, not just damp, but soaking wet with her juices.
Wendy could feel her clitoris the center of her womanly pleasure growing into an erection at the top of her swollen pink slash.
She could feel her little man in the boat swelling into a fiery bulb, pushing out from beneath the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered her clit.
She could feel the love button pushing her clitoral foreskin up and out of the way as it grew in both size and sensitivity. Marvin began to pant.
Wendy could hear the handsome young man's respiratory system being affected by his passion. His breaths were getting shorter and closer together.
Wendy knew that soon the young man would be breathing as if he were purposefully trying to hyperventilate himself. His face reddened.
Wendy thought Marvin Manning was one of the best looking guys she had ever seen. She thought he could be a movie star if he wanted to be.
Marvin stood several inches over six feet and weighed well over two-hundred pounds. Wendy could tell right away that he was more than twice her size.
Wendy felt very tiny kneeling before him-and she liked this feeling.
The little girl could see that his hair was light blonde, thick and very curly. It was closely cropped to his scalp. His hair was so light that it would bleach near-white after a summer out in the sun.
Marvin had a perfect peaches and cream complexion. His skin was very fair so Wendy had no trouble telling when his face was flushed with his lust.
She could see that the man's shoulders were extremely broad.
She wondered if he had once been a football player or something. She could tell in spite of the fact that he was still wearing his shirt that his chest and shoulders were covered with thick slabs of muscle. She could imagine the way those muscles rippled whenever he moved.
In spite of the girth of Marvin's upper body, his waist and hips were extraordinarily slender, he was shaped like a triangle with its point down.
Wendy could see that his eyes were baby blue, his nose was straight, and his lips were sensuously thick. His hands and feet were very large.
The same was true of another all-important part of his masculine anatomy. Wendt thought the man had been made by God specifically for fucking.
For fucking her!
Marvin's thighs were thick and iron-thewed with muscle. Wendy could tell that one of his thighs had greater girth than her slim waist.
Marvin placed his hands on the little girl's shoulders. Wendy could see that the entire length of Marvin's cock was bobbing up and down.
The tip of Marvin's cock was snapping upward toward the flat, muscular plain of his belly, the tip nearing a spot well above his navel.
Wendy could see that the shaft of Marvin's cock was slightly skinnier than the head. She could see that it was also a lighter shade of purple.
As the tip of his pole of manhood snapped upward, Wendy found herself looking with wide eyes at the underside of his dick's stalk.
She could see that his cock stem was lined with dilated blue veins that protruded from the surface. The veins made his cock look gnarled.
Craggy.
Angry.
His cock certainly looked more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making and that was okay with the foxy black-haired girl.
Wendy lowered her eyes and found herself looking at Marvin Manning's scrotal sack the bag that held the blonde's swollen testicles.
Wendy could see right away that Marvin's balls like his cock were a hell of a lot bigger than she had anticipated. They rested heavily at the base of the sack. At that moment the blonde man felt as if his nuts had swollen to five times their normal size.
Wendy could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the base of her pussy slit at the mouth of her fuck hole in between her inner labia.
Wendy could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her natural lubrication began to drool out of her poontang slash.
When that happened she was going to start making a wet spot on the crotch of her panties. She was wearing a pair of pink panties.
Her underwear was cut seductively, like the bottoms of a string bikini. They had little red hearts all over the crotch and the ass.
She knew that once the crotch began to get wet the cotton material was going to crawl up in between her thoroughly engorged cunt lips.
This would make her pussy feel as if it were suffocating, caught inside a cloth trap, badly in need of fresh air. She would have a maddening urge to get completely naked.
Her nipples were very large about the size of silver dollars. They. were dark brown and some men had commented that her nipples, when erect, looked like Hershey's Kisses with the aluminum foil peeled off.
Her nipples not only swelled into erections and made pebble-like bumps in the strained front of her light green blouse, but they burned and tingled with desire as well.
Wendy could see that the front of the man's body was covered with a thick rug of blonde fur, only a shade darker than the hair on his head.
There was thick bunch of blonde hair all around the base of his dong. There were even little short and curly hairs growing directly out of his dangling and wrinkled scrotal sack.
Wendy pushed her head between the man's parted legs slowly.
She began to kiss and lick and bite at the insides of his thighs.
Wendy began her sweet oral caresses down near Marvin's knees and worked her way upward toward the base of his scrotal sack. She moved slowly only a fraction of an inch at a time.
Marvin breathed harder than before. The tip of his cock snapped upward toward his muscular belly with greater urgency. He found that it was by this time impossible to keep his lower torso still.
Marvin began then to rotate his hips furiously. He rocked his tight ass cheeks both from side to side and back and forth. He flexed the muscles in his buttocks.
Wendy parted her lips and stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it She concentrated on keeping her taster as pointy as possible at the tip.
Wendy placed the tip of her tongue directly on the base of Marvin's dangling scrotal sack and began to flick back and forth lightly.
She flicked quickly.
Marvin moaned.
"Oh baby, that feels so DAMN GOOD!" Marvin said.
He closed his eyes tightly and gripped her at the shoulders with ever-increasing force. She flicked all around both of his swollen balls.
She switched to the flat part of her tongue and began to lick with greater eagerness and enthusiasm. She didn't stop licking until the entire sack was wet and shiny with the sweet spittle that spilled from her busy tongue tip.
She pulled her mouth away from his nuts and puckered her lips. She blew cool air onto his. balls and made him shiver violently.
Marvin could feel the little blonde hairs at the nape of his neck standing on end as his entire body became covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh.
Wendy reached up with her right hand and placed the fleshy part of her fingertips on the underside of Marvin's throbbing cock shaft.
His dick was getting in the way. She would have to do something about that. She arched her fingers at the knuckles so her long red fingernails would not get in the way and then she pushed tip of his cock upward until the glans was pinned against his belly, in between his bellybutton and his nipples.
Wendy loved the way the dilated veins on the underside of the man's cock stem felt as they throbbed rhythmically against her fingertips.
She moved her fingertips slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, caressing him in this fashion.
She then reached up with her left hand and cupped her palm beneath his balls. His scrotal sack was very big.
It was so big that Wendy discovered she couldn't hold the entire thing at the same time, no matter how far apart she spread her dainty fingers.
Wendy could feel the long red nail at the tip of her left middle finger pushing into the tight hairy cleavage between Marvin's ass cheeks.
She could tell that the tip of that nail was only a fraction of an inch away from the ring of mucous membrane at the mouth of his rectum.
But she could not touch his ass-hole.
Her finger did not reach.
She began to squeeze his balls rhythmically, squeezing once for every beat of the young man's racing heart.
She in this manner simulated the natural throbbing Marvin experienced in his burning testes.
His balls felt like two recently lit globs of canned heat. His scrotal sack appeared to be filled to the brim.
His sack was so filled with come that it looked as if it were going to overflow at any second. Wendy could not look at his balls without wondering how long it had been since the man had last blown his wad.
Wendy pulled her hand away from his nuts, keeping her fingertips on the underside of his cock shaft.
"SUCK MY BALLS! OH GOD! SUCK MY BALLS!" Marvin said. He began to thrash his head from side to side.
His handsome facial features were beginning to contort with the Intensity of his sexual anxiety.
He could feel his come swimming impatiently around his swollen nuts, anxious to get the hell out of the sack.
He could feel a tickle of sexual anxiety forming at the base of his cock. He knew the tickle would grow.
It would keep growing until his horniness reached the saturation point and his orgasm had reached the point of inevitability. At that point it would no longer be a tickle at all, but rather a fiery comet of lust!
Wendy knew that she had to be very careful when sucking the man's balls. She knew that she could hurt him if she ducked too hard. The last thing she wanted to do was cause the handsome blonde any discomfort.
Wendy now concentrated on making her mouth cottony soft. She curled her lips over her small teeth so she would take no risk of biting his nuts inadvertently as she sucked them.
Her teeth were pearly white.
Perfectly straight.
Wendy wrapped her lips around the man's swollen left nut and began to suck at it rather noisily.
She hollowed her cheeks slightly as she created a smooth steady vacuum inside her oral cavity.
Marvin could feel the tickle at the base of his cock growing. The tickle was at the spot where the base of his cock and his scrotal sack came tgether.
Wendy flicked outward with her tongue. She licked and sucked at his ball for a long time. She then repeated the process with the other nut.
Wendy could sense that various muscles in Marvin's body were tensing up on him involuntarily . This was happening especially in the cheeks of his ass.
He was tensing and relaxing his buttocks rhythmically. Wendy pulled her mouth off of his scrotal sack and once again stuck out her tongue as far as she could. She could feel her taster stretching down at the roots.
Wendy placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his cock shaft at the base of his dick right where he was feeling the mounting tickle.
Wendy began to flick back and forth with the tip of her taster lightly and quickly. She found herself looking at those angry veins.
She couldn't help but think that those veins looked like blue lines on an erotic road map. She decided to let the longest thickest vein determine her tongue's route to the tip of his dick.
Wendy straightened her shoulders. Marvin took a deep breath. He completely filled his lungs with air. He puffed out his massive chest.
Marvin sucked in his belly until it was slightly hollowed. He threw back is head. His chin had a dimple in the center of it. His jaw was very strong.
He was ruggedly handsome.
He looked older than he was.
Wendy began to flick up the underside of his cock shaft. She paused at the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock. She could tell by the way he jerked that he was especially hypersensitive on that spot.
The magic spot was just below the little groove in the head of his dick, the groove that made his cock head resemble an ripe plum.
She thought the head of his cock looked like a purple door knob or perhaps an edible mushroom.
Wendy ran the tip of her tongue up the little groove in his cock head until she was touching the swollen lips astride his urethra.
She replaced her left palm under his balls. Once again she spread her dainty fingers apart as far as she could get them, holding as much of the sack at once as she could manage.
Wendy moved the head of Marvin's cock so she could get at the entire thing with her tongue. She flicked the tip of her tongue sensuously back and forth across his piss hole.
Wendy lazily rolled her tongue all over the smooth head of his dick. She was pleased to find that the stretched skin there felt just as smooth on her aroused taste buds as it had originally looked.
She laved lazily at the head of Marvin's tool until the entire bulbous glans was wet and shiny with the sweet, slippery saliva she spilled.
Wendy once again began to squeeze rhythmically at his balls. She moved her fingertips to the very base of his cock shaft, still holding the tip so that it was pointing slightly upward.
Wendy began to lick at the entire length of his cock with the flat part of her tongue. She licked at his rod as if it were an all-day sucker.
Wendy then tried to make a fist around the base of his dong with her right hand. She found that his cock was so thick that her fingers did not make it all the way around its girth without the help of her long red fingernails.
Wendy could feel the sharp points of her fingernails digging into the heels of her palm, leaving red semi-circles that would linger long after the blow job was complete.
Wendy prided herself as being a giver of great head. Wendy knew how to do more than just suck the cap on a guy's dick, like most girls.
Wendy knew how to relax the muscles in her throat so that a man even a man with a dick as big as Marvin's could completely violate her hot and willing gullet.
Wendy moved the head of his cock toward her mouth. She concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. She concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. Her pinched nostrils flared wildly so tnat her nose looked as if it were doing an imitation of a two-car garage.
Wendy then dropped her jaw and allowed her mouth to fail gaping open. Her jaw dropped so low that it threatened to stick in that position. Her jaw ached. She could feel the skin at the corners of her mouth stretching taut.
Wendy moved her knees back on the floor of the living room. The other party guests were mingling around, walking around Marvin and Wendy, not paying a lot of attention.
The music played on. "IT'S YOUR NINETEENTH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN! IT'S YOUR NINETEENTH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!" Wendy popped the cock head into her mouth.
Wendy could tell that she wasn't going to have to suck the man's cock for very long before he would come and, in the process, feed her a hot meal.
There were few things that Wendy Wellington liked better in this world than having a man come inside her mouth. She loved the flavor.
She loved the texture.
She loved everything about it.
She had read somewhere along the line that a man's jism was almost one-hundred percent protein, and was actually very good for a little girl such as herself to drink down.
She could tell, with her feminine intuition that Marvin's come was going to be especially delicious. She wrapped her lips snugly about the ring of scar tissue at the base of his bulbous purple cock head.
As Wendy moved her knees back on the floor she straightened her neck realizing ahead of time that this would make the complete violation of her gullet more comfortable for both of them.
Wendy remembered the first time she had ever taken a boner inside her throat. It had hurt like hell. Her eyes had watered and become badly swollen.
She had gagged horribly and her throat had felt as if it had been stabbed with a red hot poker. But this was no longer the case.
Wendy had learned to completely relax her throat muscles so that she experienced a minimum of discomfort as she was giving her throat.
She-likened her skills to those of the sword-swallowers she had seen in the circus. She knew that she was an exceptionally talented young lady.
She simply thrust her own discomfort into the back of her sexually aroused brain, so she could concentrate her attentions on the pleasure she was giving.
She began to push forward with her pretty head. Marvin was shocked. He couldn't believe what she was doing. No girl had ever offered her gullet to him before.
The glans began to enter her throat. Her nostrils flared and she began to make loud snorting noises as-she. desperately sucked air into her burning kings.
Wendy could feel herself making a wet spot in the crotch of her pink bikini panties the ones with the little red hearts all over them.
Wendy could feel the material crawling up between her swollen labia. She would soon have to get naked. She would soon no longer have a choice in the matter. Soon, her urge to get nude would be urgent!
Wendy could feel her nipples swelling. Her tits felt as if they were swelling as well, but this was an illusion, a trick being played on her by her horny nervous-system.
Wendy could feel her clit swelling to such a large size that she thought the damn thing was going to explode at any second from its internal pressure.
Wendy thought that her clit was going to come popping right out of its nest at the top of her thoroughly engorged poontang at any second.
Wendy managed to keep her lips curled over her pearly white teeth at all times so she never took the risk of biting Marvin's awesome cock.
Wendy was determined to keep pushing forward with her head and shoulders until every fraction of an inch of cock meat was inside her mouth Wendy could sense all of the muscles in Marvin's body tensing up on him involuntarily. His heart was beating so hard racing for its life that Marvin feared it was going to beat its way right out of his chest.
He could feel his skin becoming slick with the hot perspiration of his sexual exertion. Her lips crawled toward the base of his cock. Her chin approached the inside of her left wrist.
She removed her right fist from the base of his cock so it wouldn't get in her mouth's way. She placed her right palm fiat on the cheeks of Marvin's ass.
She was astounded by how hard he had made his buttocks. His ass cheeks were tensed and he was pressing them together as tightly as he could.
Wendy could hear herself making gurgling noises deep down inside her sucking gullet. She reminded herself of the sound a straw makes at the bottom of a practically empty glass.
Wendy kept pushing forward until her lips were gripping Marvin's .cock at the very hilt. Her chin was now firmly against the inside of her left wrist. Her eyes were opened wide. Her orbs were so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her dark brown pupils.
Wendy's small, straight nose imbedded itself in the thick patch of blonde pubic hair growing directly above the base of Marvin's cock shaft.
This made it almost impossible for the little girl to breathe normally. The raven-haired beauty quickly pulled back with her head, nulling her nose out of the pubic patch so she could once again snort air into her expanding chest. Her tits bobbed up and down on her chest with her diaphragm responding to the frenzied movement of her lungs.
She pulled back just as slowly as she had originally penetrated herself. She pulled back until her lips were once again gripping tightly at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.
She paused and pressed forward with her face very hard. Marvin pushed forward with his loins at the same time. His cock pushed all the way in.
Wendy was astounded by the intensity of the sensation inside her throat as the gullet went from completely empty to completely full all in one fell swoop. Her eyes bugged outward from the pressure behind them.
There was a frightening moment or two when the little black-haired teenager thought her almond-shaped eyes were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets. Not a very pretty picture at all.
Wendy could feel her eyes getting a little bloodshot, but she had control of the muscles inside her gullet by this time. The discomfort inside her throat was almost over.
Wendy began to bob her head back and forth. She was clutching at Marvin's testicles more tightly than before. She clutched her throat muscles.
Wendy Wellington contracted the muscles in her gullet each time she pulled back with her head, making all of Marvin's tool of masculinity feel as if it were being sucked simultaneously by the little girl's oral cavity.
Marvin figured that he must have died and gone to heaven. Marvin had been to high school with a friend of Wendy's. They had met before, but briefly. They were just getting to know each other for the first time. Wendy had never discovered the hunky blonde's name when their paths first crossed. That was because Kathy didn't trust Wendy and for good reason so they had not been introduced.
Marvin could feel the tingle at the base of his cock transforming magically into a fiery comet-like ball of liquid fire. His sexual tension was approaching the saturation point.
He was approaching the point of no return. He was approaching orgasmic inevitability. He tried to think about baseball to delay his come but that never worked very long.
He knew that the little girl would not want him to shoot his wad while the entire length of his cock was inside Wendy's gullet. That would never do.
If he blew out his jism while the violation of her gullet was complete, the come would miss her aroused taste buds. She would not get a chance to savor the delicious flavor.
Marvin could tell by the whimpering and whining sounds Wendy was making that she was hungry for come and that meant that she wanted to TASTE his goo!
"YOU GONNA MAKE ME COME! YOU ARE GONNA MAKE ME COME!" Marvin said. Wendy couldn't help but notice that his voice was higher in pitch.
Wendy realized that the muscles in the blonde stud's neck were tensed. They were squeezing at his vocal cords. They were altering the product of his usually baritone voice box.
Marvin pulled back so that once again only the head of his cock was inside the little girl's gaping mouth.
Wendy could feel the head of his cock getting a little bit thicker and harder against her inner lips.
Wendy would not have thought that was possible in a million years if she hadn't felt it for herself.
Wendy could sense all of his muscles tensing as tightly as they could. His eyes closed very tightly.
His eyelids were wrinkled. His face was as red as a beet. His back teeth were clenched tightly together.
His sensuous lips were pulled back tightly over his teeth. His expression was half smile, half grimace.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at his jaws' sides were protruding.
His nose was pushed up toward his brow so that there were many deep crinkles forming at its bridge.
Marvin threw back his head so that his face was tilted upward toward the ceiling of the living room.
His balls felt like they were going to explode at any second. He began to shudder quite violently.
"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGI!! " Marvin Manning screamed, loud enough for many to stop what they were doing so they could see what he was doing.
Marvin could feel his come shooting from the base of his cock toward the tip. His urethra lips parted.
Suddenly, before Wendy could completely mentally prepare herself, her mouth was filled with his jism.
It didn't take her long to figure out that there was a hell of a lot more come than she had anticipated.
Wendy found that she had to puff out her cheeks, as if she had recently developed a bad case of the mumps.
Wendy had to swallow hard right from the start in a vain attempt to keep all of his come inside her mouth.
But it was no use. Soon, Wendy could feel Marvin's jism drooling from her mouth's stretched corners.
She could feel the man's silver seed rolling down onto her chin, where some would cool and coagulate.
Some would drip onto the inside of her left wrist, PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! Her left hand still clutched his balls.
Wendy also noted hurriedly that the man's come was a hell of a lot hotter than she had thought it would be. For a moment the pretty little black-haired girl feared that the mucous membranes at the insides of her puffed cheeks were being scalded by his plethora of fuck jelly.
It was only after the come had been allowed to cool a bit that Wendy got her first opportunity to savor the flavor of the jism.
She was not disappointed. Not in the slightest. She loved the flavor. She thought it was some of the most delicious come she had ever tasted.
And that was saying something. Wendy Wellington considered herself an expert on the subject of a man's semen. She had dealt with it a great deal.
Wendy thought that Marvin's come tasted salty and fishy and ever-so-refreshing. The flavor reminded her of the sea, at the beach, when the tide was all the way out.
She gurgled again.
Wendy even loved the texture of the cream as it slithered all the way down the entire length of her gullet toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her flat tummy.
Wendy thought that the semen had the texture of raw egg whites as it rolled down her throat. She supposed that this texture would have grossed her out royally in any other context. But, as it was, she loved it.
Wendy thought that Marvin's silver seed was soothing on the ravaged tissues inside her gullet like some sort of medicinal balm.
Wendy was determined to keep sucking the man's cock until his orgasm was over and every drop of come had been drawn out through the hole at the tip.
Wendy wanted to suck his scrotal sack dry. She wanted his balls to be dried up like bones bleached in the sun by the time she was through.
She turned her mouth into a living vacuum cleaner. Her cheeks were hollowed deeply. Marvin arched his back further. He bent at the knees.
Marvin was standing, at that moment, with his loins and masculine genitalia out in front of the rest of his muscular body. He was shivering so hard that he looked as if he might hurt himself pull a muscle or something.
Wendy had no trouble determining when the man's come was through. All of his muscles relaxed simultaneously. Marvin suddenly found that he could stand up straight.
The blonde stud felt himself once again able to fill his lungs with air. He had not been able to breathe at all during his long orgasm.
He could feel the hot sweat that had lathered his skin beginning to cool. He could feel his cock head and shaft lose their urgent rigidity.
The swelling in his testicles no longer felt as severe. His scrotal sack did not feel filled to the brim with his hot sticky come any longer.
He could feel his racing heartbeat slowly returning to its normal tempo. The ecstasy of his orgasm was over but Marvin did not care.
His masculine bliss had been replaced by the absolute warmth and contentment of his post-orgasmic afterglow. "SHE'S A HONKY-TONK WOMAN! SHE GIVE ME GIVE ME GIVE ME THE HONKY-TONK BLUES!"
Wendy could feel his cock losing its firmness. He was dwindling and deflating with his sexual appeasement. Wendy had a belly full of come. Her throat was not sore at all. Her eyes had not reddened during the savage face fuck.
She reached up with her right hand and grabbed the base of his cock. She could tell that it wouldn't be long before the tip of his cock became affected by the laws of gravity, and she figured he would need a little support. She was still clutching his balls but not nearly as firmly as before.
Wendy found that her fingers now made it all the way around the girth of the man's cock without the help of her long red fingernails.
She pumped his cock three times just to make sure that there wasn't any come left inside the shaft. She pulled her mouth off of his cock head.
She could see that there was a string of come connecting the her upper lip to the top swollen lip to Marvin's piss hole. It was a bridge of come.
Wendy closed her jaw for the first time in what seemed like ages and pulled back with her head another inch or two. The string of come broke in the middle half falling onto her upper tooth and half onto the slope at the side of Marvin's ever-softening glans.
As Wendy pumped his dick she could see several droplets of post-orgasmic dogwater oozing from between the swollen lips astride the blonde's urethra.
Wendy licked these dewdrops of fuck jelly away with a single swipe of her slightly curled and very pointy tongue tip. Yummy, she thought.
Wendy could see that the entire head of Marvin's cock was covered with a thin layer of come. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
She licked his cock until it was as clean as a whistle the only thing making it wet and slippery being the sweet spittle from Wendy's tongue.
She then released her grip on his dick and stood up in front of him, allowing her fingertips to slide away from the base of his scrotum last.
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist. He could see that she had his come on her chin. He quickly licked it away. He didn't mind the flavor of his own come.
Then again, Marvin figured that just about anything would have tasted good if he were licking it off the sweet kisser of Wendy Wellington.
Just then someone turned up the stereo full blast. The walls of the large apartment were shaking. One girl was getting fucked by three guys at the same time.
The redhead in the corner a girl Wendy had met once or twice was taking one dick in her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth.
There was one guy who was getting blown by two girls at the same time. One of the girls was licking at his balls while the other sucked his dick.
Wendy could see one large Negro licking enthusiastically at the pussy of a hot blonde woman. He lapped at the entire length of her cunt with the flat part of her tongue, crossing her clit and making her squeal with pleasure with each long oral stroke.
There was a naked man with an erection playing the grand piano more or less in sync with the blaring rock and roll music from the expensive sound system.
Wendy and Marvin kissed for the first time at that moment. She hoped that it wouldn't take him long to get hard again. Her pussy was on fire with desire. She needed his tongue. She needed his cock. She wanted to feel the tip of his prick probing at the very core of her womanhood.
They kissed at first with only their lips, writhing them together like sensuous, loving pillows. Then, as if they had rehearsed the act many times before, each offered the tip of their tongue at the same time.
They touched their tongues together. Soon they were rolling their tasters together eagerly exploring the insides of each other's mouths.
They licked each other's inner cheeks. They went on safaris for each other's tonsils. They licked each other's teeth. Each other's gums. They sucked each other's tongues. They drank each other's sweet spittle. They quaffed deeply of the other's mouth water, the products of two busy salivary glands.
The kiss lasted for a long time and they were both breathless with passion by the time it was through. Marvin could already feel his glow fading away.
He could tell that it wouldn't be long before his lust was replaced by rekindled lust. Soon his balls would once again ache. Soon his cock would once again grow.
Soon, he would be ready to fuck.
Or so he thought.
Marvin Manning had no way of knowing there would be an interruption.
He began to shower the little girl's pretty face with peck kisses. He moved his mouth to the side of her neck and began to unbutton the front of her blouse. He was dying to get his first glimpse at those tits. Wendy was the only girl at the party who still had all of her clothes on.
Wendy soon discovered that the man had a magic mouth. He could do magic things to her jugular vein. She could feel the bottom of her blouse being untucked from the top of her pinstriped jeans.
Her blouse was pulled open. One button popped off. Marvin moved his hands to her tits. He kissed and licked and bit at the side of her neck Marvin positioned his hands over Wendy's tits so that her erect Hershey's Kisses were throbbing precisely against the centers of his palms. He stretched his fingers open as far as they would go so he could clutch her breast flesh all at the same time. He found her boobs to be perfect palmsful. He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her fleshy earlobe.
He then used a bold and curious tongue to explore the inside of her ear canal. This made Wendy shiver violently and purr with joy. Her entire body became covered with gooseflesh and she could feel the black hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end. Marvin kissed her throat.
He began to move her tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. He pushed her tits together so they were flattened at their insides and the cleavage between them was extraordinarily long and deep.
He released his grip on her tits and began to kiss at her right breast. He kissed the tit in ever-diminishing concentric circles.
His hands found the snap that held the top of her jeans together. Wendy carelessly kicked out of her open-toed black high heels. Men called them "fuck me" shoes, because all of the girls who wore them were hot for cock meat.
She unzipped her own jeans and worked her fingers under the top of her pants and the elastic at the top of her tiny panties at the same time.
Her pinstriped jeans were so tight that she had to peel them downward. She sighed as the wet panties pulled out of the cleavage between her vaginal lips.
Instantly, Wendy and Marvin could smell the musky scent of Wendy's horny cunt wafting up from between her smooth, tapered thighs.
Marvin parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. Making his taster pointy at the tip, he placed it directly on her nipple. She shivered again. He began to roll his tongue lazily over the feminine erection. He could feel it growing harder and larger against his taster. He began to flick back and forth across the nipple. Wendy groaned deeply and continued to tug down her pants. Her jeans and her panties were now down around her knees.
She found that her tiny toes were beginning to curl under with her lust. That always happened. Soon, she knew, her toes would be trying to clasp desperately at the balls of her feet.
She arched her back and offered her tits to Marvin. His right hand moved to the inside of her thigh. His fingers crept up her leg toward her crotch. He felt the moisture the heat.
He wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suck on it very hard. He sucked so hard that the skin all around her feminine erection was stretched tight and her entire tit looked pointier than usual.
He bit her nipple. She shrieked with the combination of pain and pleasure this spawned. Marvin repeated the process with the other nipple. He once again went all the way from gentle licking to savage biting. He then kissed her belly.
Her abdomen. He helped her pull her pants and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart on the living room floor. She could feel her natural lubrication continuing to drain out of her slit. She could feel her pussy flesh swelling.
Marvin got down on his hands and knees and began to kiss and lick at the insides of Wendy's thighs. Her scent was rich in his nostrils.
But he was not going to get a chance to taste her cunt. For at that moment there was a loud knock at the door and the sound of a muffled voice from the hall.
The host, who was on his back getting a blow job in the middle of the living room floor, tapped his impromptu girlfriend on top of the head to let her know he had to get up.
The host turned down the volume on the stereo and once again everyone heard the loud pounding at the door. By now it had everyone's attention.
But now they could understand the words in the hall that accompanied the loud pounding. "OPEN UP IN THERE! THIS IS THE POLICE!"
Wendy could feel all of the blood draining out of her face . She could feel her heart pounding with fear. She could feel her hot perspiration turning icy cold with her absolute terror.
The host opened the door without putting his pants on. Two officers of the law charged in and immediately called for back up help. No one was armed, but everyone was getting booked. They were going to need a paddy wagon.
The men and the women were separated. The women were allowed to dress after being thoroughly searched, while the men were led outside in cuffs with their dicks still hanging out.
Wendy thought she was going to croak. She was going to have to call Daddy and tell him that she was in trouble again. This wasn't the first time she had been busted.
Wendy had had to go to court the previous spring on a possession of a controlled substance charge after the car in which she had been a passenger was stopped for speeding and searched.
They had found a half of an ounce of hashish, and even though Wendy had not known the stuff was there, she had been booked with everyone else.
Daddy had spent a lot of money on a lawyer to get Wendy off with a suspected sentence and probation, which had not yet run out. She was in trouble.
She knew that her father was going to be furious with her and she prayed that at least he would be willing to bail her out so at least she wouldn't have to spend the night in jail.
When the paddy wagon with the women in it arrived at the police station all of the girls at the party were led inside, their wrists still cuffed together behind their backs in single file.
The cuffs were removed. They were read their rights officially. They were each allowed to make one phone call and then were put in a cell.
It was during this procedure that Wendy got separated from the other girls at the party. She spent longer on the phone than anyone else.
"You got yourself into this mess, you are going to have to get yourself out of it. If anyone calls me I am going to say I don't have a daughter," was all that Daddy had to say.
Wendy could feel tears of despair welling in her eyes. As she stood in front of the phone a lady officer grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her back to the jail.
But Wendy was not put in the same cell as the other girls at the party. Several vice busts had been made that night and Wendy was put in with the wrong group.
It didn't take Wendy long to figure out that there had been a bad mistake. She could also tell that the lady officer didn't give a shit one way or another.
In the cell where Wendy was put were five prostitutes. Four of them were black" and one was a huge white redhead. They were tough women.
Wendy could tell that they weren't going to have much sympathy for a rich girl in trouble as herself. Wendy decided that she would keep her mouth shut and hope nobody said anything to her.
But that didn't work. She caused quite a stir with her arrival. She was tiny, beautiful, expensively dressed, and an outsider besides.
"I'm Marlene," the redhead said sitting down next to Wendy on a long wooden bench. One of the women was on the toilet, grunting out a turd noisily. Wendy was disgusted. She had never watched anyone else take a shit before.
"I'm Wendy," the little girl said. She tried to make her voice sound deep and tough but she failed miserably. She sounded weak and frightened, which was precisely what she didn't want.
"So did you get picked up for soliciting or what?" Marlene asked. The other women gathered around and grinned evilly at the little girl.
"Oh no. I was at this party and there were drugs around and the music was loud and we all had our clothes off and somebody called the cops," Wendy said.
"You sure are pretty. I'll bet you can eat some mean pussy," Marlene said. The redhead had curly hair that grew upward in an Afro.
"I don't fool with women," Wendy said. She wanted to preserve as much of her dignity as she could. She had a feeling that that was going to be an extremely difficult task.
"You mean you didn't fool with women until now. I can spot a cunt licking mouth a mile away, sweetheart. You've got it," Marlene said.
"Comfort would like her," one of the black hookers said. Wendy looked down at her lap and tried to fight back the tears. She was in jail and she was going to be raped. She could read the writing on the wall.
"Comfort is our love broker," Marlene said. The redhead placed a crooked forefinger under Wendy's chin and forced the little girl to meet her gaze.
"You mean your pimp," Wendy said. She spat the words in a disgusted manner. Marlene promptly slapped the little girl right across the face.
Wendy's head went reeling back and struck the wall. She could feel her face burning. There was a bump on the back of her pretty head.
Wendy found herself checking her back teeth with the tip of her tongue to make sure that all of her molars were still firmly entrenched in her gum. To her relief, they were.
"Call him what you will," Marlene said. "Tamara is right. He would like you. What's the matter? Daddy won't come down and put up bail for his little girl?"
"He says I'm not even his daughter anymore," Wendy said, her voice trembling worse than before. She thought about begging them for mercy, but she correctly assumed that after years of walking the streets these women no longer knew the meaning of the word.
"Well, look sweetheart, as long as we are stuck here together we might as well have a good time. Now my pussy needs to be licked bad. Why don't you just pull my trigger with that tongue of yours and maybe I won't hit you anymore."
Wendy could tell by the tone of the large redhead's voice that she was not in the mood to take no for an answer. This was not a request.
This was a command. The redheaded hooker was not asking Wendy Wellington to lick her poontang to orgasm she was TELLING the little girl.
Wendy decided right then and there that her best bet was to do as she was told and hope the whole thing was over as quickly as possible.
Of all of the people to get stuck with the hookers, why her? She wondered. She was the smallest and the prettiest, so that put her in with the tough girls. She figured there was a sadistic cop behind all of this somewhere along the line.
"Okay, I'll do it. I'm not really sure what to do. like I said, I never went down on a woman before," Wendy said. She dropped to her knees in front of the large redhead.
"There's nothing to it. Besides, I'm hotter than a pepper sprout just thinking about it. Pretend you are licking and sucking your own cunt."
Wendy thought that that seemed like a damn tine idea. Marlene was wearing a short miniskirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass. Wendy was quickly to discover that Marlene had not bothered to wear any underwear that night.
Marlene wore black fishnet stockings the kind with black seams up the backs. Her stockings were attached to a garter belt at the sides of her upper thighs.
Marlene hoisted her skirt so Wendy could see her cunt. Wendy lowered her head and looked into Marlene's decidedly professional poontang.
Wendy could see that the hooker had a hell of a lot more pussy hair than she did. Wendy had very sparse cunt hair which she understood to be the sign of a pure bloodline. Marlene was all bushy with flaming red hair between her muscular thighs.
Wendy could see that Marlene's inner cunt lips protruded by far the furthest from her slash. They were visible even when she was standing, dangling beneath her nether beard.
Wendy could see that Marlene's inner labia were curled back slightly at their edges, and they were opening and closing as if hungry.
Wendy could see that there was a trickle of fluid, natural lubrication, oozing from the base of the pussy, looking like so many melted pearls as it rolled onto her inner thighs toward the top of her black stockings.
Wendy found herself looking at the redhead's clitoris which was a good deal larger than her own. Marlene had a super-big love button. It looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than like the center of her womanly pleasure.
Wendy could see that Marlene's pubic hair grew thickly both along the sides of her hungry vulva and in between her creamy white ass cheeks. Marlene's skin was heavily freckled giving her the complexion of buttermilk. It looked like she had never been out in the sun in her entire life.
Wendy pulled her hair back out of her face and over her shoulders. She began to kiss the insides of Marlene's thighs. She could smell the woman's cunt, thick in her flaring nostrils. She felt herself getting horny. Wendy had not anticipated getting aroused by this forced sex. She was caught by surprise. It was the smell of that pussy that was doing it. Wendy found the scent of that cunt intoxicating. She felt a little dizzy as her nipples became hard and both her inner and outer cunt lips began to swell.
Marlene kissed her way up the insides of Marlene's thighs toward the sides of her vulva. Marlene could feel the little girl's mouth coming within a fraction of an inch of her pussy without making direct contact with those hypersensitive mucous membranes.
Marlene could feel her sexual arousal growing in leaps and bounds. Wendy parted her sensuous lips and stuck her tongue out as far as she could.
Wendy reached down between her legs and pressed against her own outer cunt lips with her fingertips. She pressed hard enough to make the flesh pucker a little bit.
The woman then pulled her own cunt lips apart. Wendy was in awe of what she saw. She had never seen a cunt up close before not even her own. She was amazed by how complicated it was. She was amazed by how delicious it looked.
There were many folds and flaps of pink tissue, all throbbing visibly as they yearned to be stroked.
Marlene pulled her cunt lips open until her pussy resembled a slab of raw meat. Wendy felt herself drooling.
The pretty little black-haired girl placed the tip of her tongue on the inch long patch of tissue between Marlene's ass-hole and the base of her cunt.
Wendy began to flick her tongue tip back and forth lightly and quickly. She suddenly wanted to give the woman great pleasure. She knew she wouldn't get beat up if she gave a lot of physical joy to the redhead. Besides, she was starting to look upon this sex act with the same pride she viewed the blow jobs she frequently gave men. Giving pleasure was giving pleasure, Wendy Wellington concluded at that moment and it didn't make any difference to which gentler it was being administered.
Wendy began to lightly lick up and down Marlene's outer cunt lips, licking at the redhead's fingernails in the process. Wendy licked at the sides and above the clit.
But she did not make direct contact with the huge love button. She was being a tease. She knew that Marlene's inevitable orgasm would be maximized in intensity if she had to wait for it. Wendy wanted to take Marlene to the edge of bliss and keep her there for as long as possible before tipping her over the edge into the bottomless pit the abyss-of her feminine ecstasy.
Wendy flicked the tip of her tongue lightly across the curled back outer edges of her inner cunt lips. She loved the taste of Marlene's cunt just as much as the smell.
Wendy pushed the tip of her tongue in between those inner cunt lips near the top of the slash so she could touch the woman's piss hole.
Wendy licked at Marlene's urethra which was less than an inch directly below her clit which felt like it was going to blow up at any second.
Wendy then pushed her tongue down to the base of Marlene's cooze to the opening where thousands of men had spilled their seed. Wendy found it sexually exciting to have her tongue where so many men had pumped their dicks dry.
Wendy felt as if she were licking up the used sperm of a whole city full of studs as she lapped happily at Marlene's eager quim hole.
Wendy stuck her tongue out as far as she could and stiffened it. Marlene was breathing very hard. Her huge tits were bobbing up and down on her chest.
Marlene placed her hands on top of Wendy's head, removing her fingertips from her own vulva. Marlene pushed her fingers through Wendy's thick black hair.
Wendy could feel Marlene's fingers creeping toward the back of her neck, where they pushed into the hypersensitive muscles hard enough to hurt.
Marlene then turned her wrists so that her palms were over Wendy's tiny shell-like ears. This pinned Wendy's ears to the sides of her head. She could still hear what everyone said but the voices sounded as if they were coming from down the hall.
Marlene could see that Wendy was tilting her head a little to one side, but she couldn't figure out why. Only Wendy knew. The little girl could tell that Marlene was very close to orgasm and she did not want to inadvertantly touch the magic bulb of liquid fire with the tip of her nose. Wendy drove her tongue deep inside Marlene's pussy Ln a vain search for the woman's cervix.
Wendy pushed her tongue as deep inside the woman's cunt as she could. She wiggled the tip of her tongue around playfully. She worked her tongue in and out fucking the woman's cunt with a shallow oral stroke.
Wendy could tell that the redheaded prostitute was not in the mood to be teased any longer. Marlene held Wendy's head more tightly than before.
Marlene held the little black-haired girl's head so tightly that Wendy felt as if the large woman wanted to crush her head as if it were a grape.
Wendy discovered that she could no longer pull back and away from Marlene's cunt with her head and shoulders not even a fraction of an inch.
Wendy also discovered that she was no longer able to turn her pretty face from side to side. She could only move her head and shoulders forward, and this was the only direction that the redheaded hooker was concerned with.
Wendy managed to pull her tongue all the way out of Marlene's cunt. Wendy sucked noisily at the woman's swollen inner labia. She licked and sucked at Marlene's inner cunt lips at the same time.
"LICK MY CLIT, GODDAMMIT! LICK IT! MAKE ME COME YOU LITTLE RICH CUNT!" Marlene screamed. Her voice was filled with a combination of passion and ire.
Wendy placed the tip of her left forefinger at the very top of the woman's slit, touching the clitoral foreskin. Wendy peeled the fleshy sheath upward toward the thickest part of Marlene's flaming red pubic patch. She peeled the foreskin away from the clit, rendering the redhead's little man in the boat completely naked and vulnerable to her oral caress.
Wendy placed the tip of her tongue directly on the clit and began to flick back and forth. She flicked slowly and lightly at first but she steadily increased both the pressure and the tempo of her tongue's movements as she went along.
Wendy was soon flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth as hard and fast as she could, practically pressing the clitoris flat against the base of Marlene's pubic bone.
Wendy could feel the woman coming. She screamed and then groaned deeply with pleasure as she shivered so hard one would have thought that she was trying to shudder herself right out of her freckled skin.
Wendy could feel a squirt of fluid coming from Marlene's urethra, striking her on the lower lip. She could tell that much of her face was getting wet and shiny from the woman's natural lubrication.
At first Wendy thought that the woman was peeing on her. but then she remembered herself squirting in the same manner against her own fingers on occasions when she masturbated herself at night in the privacy of her own bedroom. She tasted the fluid. It was sweet. It was not pee at all. It was Marlene's feminine ejaculation and proof of her orgasm's authenticity.
Wendy licked hard and fast at the center of the hooker's womanly pleasure until her come was through. Marlene pulled her hands away from Wendy's head.
Wendy pulled her wet face out of Marlene's crotch so she could breathe normally. Wendy could tell right away that Marlene's ire had been soothed.
"That was great," Marlene said. "It's been a long time since I have popped my rocks that hard. I thought I had outgrown that kind of pleasure."
"I'm glad you liked it." Wendy said. "I didn't think that I was going to like it when I first started, but I really got into it near the end."
"You deserve to have the favor returned," Marlene said, running the tip of her tongue sensuously back and forth across her lips.
Wendy could feel her feminine sexual arousal growing in leaps and bounds when she heard those words. It never occurred to her that she was going to get her own pussy eaten.
Wendy quickly pulled down her pants and her underwear and sat on the bench leaning the back of her head against the wall. Wendy's toes were tightly curled under, almost desperately gripping at the balls of her dainty feet.
Wendy parted her thighs to a perfect ninety-degree angle and then a bit further, to an obtuse angle. Her pants and underwear were around her ankles.
Wendy could feel the muscles at the insides of her thighs stretching as she struggled to point her knees at opposite walls of the crowded jail cell. The woman who had been taking a shit was finishing up, balling up toilet paper and wiping herself.
Marlene looked odd to Wendy as she got down on her hands and knees. She had seemed so tough only seconds before. Now she was tamed. Marlene was a pussycat. Wendy would not have to worry about getting slapped across the face anymore, she could tell that.
Marlene pulled off Wendy's shoes and began to suck her tiny toes one at a time. She even flicked her tongue tip back and forth in between Wendy's toes. She kissed her ankles, the tops of her feet, her flat shins, her rounded calves, and her knees.
Wendy could feel her right leg being lifted in the air so that Marlene could flick her tongue back and forth across the smooth sensitive skin behind Wendy's knees.
Wendy could feel the little glands inside her pussy rapidly secreting her natural lubrication. Her pussy flesh was fully engorged. Her clit and her nipples were erect. She was panting with her mounting lust.
Marlene pushed both of Wendy's feet up in the air so the back of the little girl's head was pressing harder against the wall than before.
Marlene pulled Wendy's jeans and underwear off and began to kiss at the backs of her thighs. The weight of Wendy's feminine lower torso shifted from the cheeks of her ass to the small of her back. Wendy's ass cheeks had rolled up off the bench into Marlene's face. Marlene could get at both of her lower holes with her tongue with ease.
Marlene kissed and licked and bit at the backs of Wendy's thighs, working her way down toward the buttocks. She kissed Wendy's ass. She sucked Wendy's right buttocks. She bit hard at the flesh. Then she pulled her head away.
Marlene began to lightly caress the cheeks of Wendy's dark ass with her fingertips. Then the redhead began to massage the ass flesh firmly.
Wendy Wellington could feel her ass flesh being kneaded just as a baker might knead unrisen dough in preparation for a stint in the oven.
Marlene turned her fingers inward toward the crack of Wendy's ass. Marlene was surprised at the little girl's lack of pubic hair. Marlene was convinced at first that the little girl shaved herself down there.
Most women had an inverted triangle of cunt hair above their slashes, more or less covering their mound. Wendy merely had two black curls growing directly above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin. The hair covered less than a third of her mound. She only had slim lines of black hair growing along the outer edges of her vulva and there was a cute and tiny black ring of hair around Wendy's ass-hole.
Wendy could feel her sexual anxiety taking quantum leaps. She could tell that the hooker wasn't going to have to lick her clit for long to make her come. She had been all worked up when the party was busted, and it had not taken very much at all to get her honey pot boiling once again.
Marlene dug her fingertips right into the crack of Wendy's ass, stopping when the tips of her middle fingernails were less than an inch away from Wendy's hot, hot anus.
Marlene could see that Wendy's sphincter muscle was throbbing. The nether eye looked like a pink asterisk. As it throbbed that eye appeared to be winking at Marlene.
Marlene pressed her fingertips into Wendy's ass flesh hard enough to make it pucker a bit. She began to pull the ass cheeks open.
She did this slowly.
Patiently.
Ceremoniously.
Marlene pulled apart Wendy's buttocks as if she were separating the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. She didn't stop until the cheeks were as far apart as they could possibly go.
Wendy could feel the skin in the crack of her ass pulling taut. She could feel some of the puckers in the mouth of her rectum being smoothed by the gross separation of those cheeks.
Marlene lowered her head and parted her lips. She stuck her tongue far out of her mouth. She placed the tip of her taster at the very top of the crack of Wendy's ass, near the small of her back and the bench, directly in between the dimples that indicated the location of the black-haired teenager's kidneys.
Marlene began to flick back and forth with just the tip of her tongue, straightening her back so that her mouth rose closer and closer to Wendy's throbbing bung hole.
Wendy could feel her anal desire growing. She knew that no tongue could satisfy her ass the way it could her cunt. Her ass needed a man's cock for appeasement.
Wendy could feel Marlene flicking her tongue tip all around her ass-hole then flicking across it. Wendy could feel her muscles tensing up on her involuntarily each and every time the redhead's tongue made direct contact with the mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum.
Marlene licked across Wendy's ass-hole with the flat part of her tongue eagerly and enthusiastically. She licked until all of the delicious anal flavor was gone.
Marlene could taste the cunt juice that had dripped out of the base of the teenager's poontang down into the crack of her tight ass.
Marlene stuck out her tongue as far as she could get it, stiffened it and made it pointy at the tip. She placed the tip at the center of the pin
Wendy clenched her back teeth together tightly and closed her eyes so that her lids were wrinkled as she felt her ass-hole opening up to take that stiffened tongue.
Marlene kept pushing until the tip of her tongue was past the tight tubular sphincter muscle, and well into the softer flesh of the little girl's colon.
Wendy could feel a focal point for her anal desire forming deep inside her ass. It didn't take her long to figure out that Marlene's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to give her ass what it wanted.
Marlene knew this as well. She knew that she was only being a tease. She knew that this anal stimulation was making the fire in Wendy's cunt grow that much higher.
Wendy could hear herself making pathetic whimpering noises of pleasure as she started to thrash her head from side to side, Marlene's tongue deep up her fanny.
Marlene pressed the tip of her tongue as far into Wendy's lower bowels as she could reach. She wiggled her tongue tip. She moved her tongue in and out. Then she pulled her taster all the way out of the diminutive teenager's ass.
Marlene placed her tongue tip in between the little girl's ass-hole and honey pot. She pulled Wendy's outer cunt lips apart just as she had done to her own cunt only a few moments before.
Wendy found that she was shifting the weight of her feminine lower torso from one cheek of her ass to the other and then back again. She did this rhythmically. She was rocking back and forth. She began to open and close her knees furiously as if she were desperately trying to fan the flame in her soaking wet cunt.
Marlene began to lap at the entire length of Wendy's cunt with the flat part of her tongue. Each stroke crossed the clit and brought the little girl closer to orgasm.
Soon, Wendy could feel herself hovering at the brink of ecstasy. Marlene peeled her clitoral foreskin upward and blew cool air onto the center of Wendy's womanly pleasure.
Wendy could feel herself teetering at the edge of bliss. Wendy realized that her sense of time and space were being badly distorted warped by the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment.
Wendy felt Marlene touch her clit with the tip of her tongue as lightly as she could, pulling away the instant that contact had been made.
Wendy knew that her clit did not have to be touched hard. All sensations spawned by clitoral caresses would be amplified a thousand times by her aroused nervous-system before they got to her brain.
Marlene searched for and found the subtlest caress. She dabbed at Wendy's clit, always pulling away before the little girl's climax had an opportunity to begin.
"PLEASE! PUH-LEASE MAKE ME COME!" Wendy heard herself say. She could not remember sounding so wanton before. She had heard that tone of desperation in a man's voice before but never in her own.
Marlene decided to give the little girl her wish. She placed the tip of her tongue on Wendy's love button and this time she kept it there.
Marlene began to roll the clit in a slow circle with the tip of her taster as if she were rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil.
Marlene worked the hard clit in a figure eight, then began to slowly and lightly flick back and forth across the fiery bulb. Wendy screamed.
She could feel the massive explosions of pleasure starting in her clit as all of the muscles in her body tensed and began to shiver.
Wendy could feel the little squirt of fluid from her urethra striking Marlene on her lower lip. Marlene's lips were painted a deep red color.
Wendy could tell that her sense of time was being badly elongated. Each second would seem like a minute each minute like an hour. An hour would see like an eternity to the pretty little black-haired girl at that moment.
Wendy could feel the pleasure spreading outward from her clit at that moment until it filled her entire vulva. Her inner cunt lips opened and closed furiously.
Wendy could feel the waves of pleasure spreading until they filled her lower torso. They spread in ever-growing concentric circles. like lines on a radar screen.
Wendy could tell that the pleasure from her clitoral orgasm was not going to stop spreading until she was enveloped by it. She would be able to feel her orgasm in her fingertips. She would be able to feel her orgasm way down by her toes.
Wendy could tell that the ecstasy of her sexual release was not going to stop spreading until each and every one of her nerve-endings was affected. Her entire nervous-system was about to go berserk with joy.
Wendy was only vaguely aware of where she was at this point. She felt as if she had become about ninety-five percent cunt. The rest were connected nerves.
Wendy could feel the pleasure sweeping up her spine rolling like a clap of thunder up her backbone. The joy was headed for the base of her skull.
Wendy could feel the pleasure pause for a fraction of a second where her spinal cord met her brain. There the joy formed a fiery comet-like ball of liquid pleasure before exploding into her already reeling brain.
Wendy could see bright balls of light bouncing and flashing across the blackness on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids. The balls of light reminded the little girl of bouncing balls used in ancient cinematic sing alongs to indicate the appropriate lyrics. She was seeing the bombs bursting in air. She could feel the earth move.
Wendy felt as if she were drifting up off the bench, spiraling toward the ceiling as she battled in the throes of her womanly ecstasy.
Wendy felt as if she were levitating. She felt as if she were astral-projecting as she had read Hindus could do after longs spells of meditation.
Wendy had the strange but wonderful feeling that she was inside and outside her body at the same time. She felt as if her physical self and her spiritual self had parted.
In her sexy fantasy, Wendy dreamed that she actually was floating up toward the ceiling, and she could look down and watch herself coming, Marlene's tongue lapping furiously at her little man in the boat.
She felt as if she were spinning, and the crowded jail cell was spinning in the opposite direction. She really did think her come was going to last forever.
Marlene waited until Wendy was sure the intensity of her spasms was bound to diminish, then she did something that the little girl would not have anticipated in a million years.
Marlene wrapped her lips around both Wendy's love button and its surrounding tissue. She began to suck. She hollowed her freckled cheeks.
Wendy could feel her orgasmic convulsions shooting right up to full intensity once again. She let out another sharp scream of pleasure. Wendy was lathered with sweat. Her nipples felt like rocket ships about to blast off from their launching pads at the tips of her delicious coffee ice cream boobs.
But all good things have to come to end, it is said, and the same is true of even the best of orgasms, Wendy Wellington was to find.
Wendy could feel Marlene licking and sucking at her clit simultaneously when all of a sudden her come stopped. It stopped just as suddenly as it had begun.
Marlene pulled her mouth away from Wendy's clit the second she stopped orgasming, realizing that the magic spot was too sensitive to even be touched during those first precious seconds following climax.
Marlene wiped her face dry on the inside of Wendy's leg and then stood up, smoothing her short skirt back down over her bare ass.
"That was great." Wendy said breathlessly. She was having trouble catching her breath. Her lungs burned. She was dizzy with her need for fresh air.
"What did you expect. I am a professional," Marlene said, seeming oddly proud of herself. Wendy still couldn't relax, but she felt a hell of a lot better than she had when she first arrived at the jail cell. Wendy was starting to think that these hardened prostitutes really weren't so bad after all. She had thought that she was going to have to eat all of their pussies but that did not turn out to be the case.
"Get your clothes on, rich cunt," the black hooker known as Tamara said urgently. "I can hear footsteps coming from the end of the hall."
Wendy hurriedly pulled up her pants and underwear, fastened and zipped herself, and slipped her feet back into her spiked high heels.
The lady cop appeared.
"There's a imagine out here that says he's got bail for you. How many should I tell him are in your party," the cop said sarcastically.
"There are six of us," Marlene said firmly. Wendy looked around with panic in her eyes. There were only five hookers. The sixth was her.
"But. . . " Wendy began to say.
"Shut up, cunt," Tamara replied.
The lady cop left to get the bail money.
"You have to get out of here one way or the other, sweetheart," Marlene said. "Now I guess you might just say that you owe Comfort a favor."
Wendy didn't like the sound of that one bit. But what choice did she have? She could stay in the slammer for weeks waiting for her trial without Daddy's help.
She decided that if Daddy didn't want her as his daughter, then she didn't want him as her father either. From now on, Wendy decided, she was going to belong to Comfort. He would be her new Daddy.
The cop came back with a key and told the women that they could leave. They marched right out. All of the kids from Wendy's party were still in jail someplace. She wondered if she would ever see those people again. She wondered if her life would ever be the same again. It seemed as if fate had taken her by the hand and there didn't seem to be very much she could do about it.
The prostitutes and the teenager marched out of the police station to a Cadillac that was parked out front. Comfort was behind the wheel.
They all piled in.
"Thanks, Comfort. The damn cops are making things rough for us," Marlene said.
"Don't sweat it," Comfort said. "Just a little more overhead to be passed on to the customers. Who is the mudlark you dragged along."
"My name is Wendy Wellington, Mr. Comfort. I appreciate you bailing me out. My
Daddy said that he would disown me if I ever got in trouble again, and I guess he was telling the truth."
"You can drop the mister, Wendy. Just Comfort. That's the name. It looks like you are going to be one of my girls, huh?" he said.
His voice was deep and rich with street savvy. He wore a broad-brimmed cap jauntily tipped to one side. A large blue feather protruded from his hat.
"I guess so. I don't have anything else to do. I guess I can't even go back to school," Wendy said. Comfort was chewing on a toothpick. He wore large sunglasses. His fingernails were long for a man and painted with clear polish. Wendy noticed that the fingernails on his pinkies were even longer than the others.
"Well, don't you fret, little missy. You are gonna come home with Comfort and he is going to give you a crash course in street walking."
"You want to try out the merchandise before you sell it to your customers, is that it?" Wendy said, hoping that she wasn't sounding too flippant.
"You are the smart one, little white girl. It's all the way with Comfort. All the way at home and all the way on the streets," the huge black man said.
They drove uptown to a neighborhood where Wendy had never been before. All of the buildings seemed very run down and she saw no white faces except for Marlene.
Comfort dropped his girls off at a corner on 110th Street and told Wendy to climb up into the front seat with him. He then took her to his apartment.
Comfort lived in a high rise apartment house. He didn't pay much rent and he had plenty of money, so the pad was plushly decorated, in a male African sort of way.
The apartment reeked of incense and sex and Comfort put a rhythm and blues record on his stereo before offering the little girl a drink.
She declined. She was starting to think of Comfort as her savior. She would still be in jail if it wasn't for him. She wanted to pay him back for his favor. She would let him fuck her as often and in whatever manner he pleased. Of course, it occurred to her that she really didn't have a choice in the matter, but he hadn't done anything to hurt her yet so she tried to stay on the optimistic side. All she knew about pimps was what she saw on TV and she suspected that the boob tube wasn't the world's best reflection on reality.
"So why don't you get out of those clothes so I can see the whole package, Wendy," Comfort said. He was wearing black slacks. There was a huge bulge in the crotch.
Wendy had never seen a naked black man who wasn't hung like a horse and she could tell that the huge pimp was going to be no exception.
Wendy slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open so that he could see her tits. He removed his shades. His eyes were deep and dark. She could tell by the expression on his handsome face that he liked what he saw. He puckered his lips and drew in cool air, producing a low whistling sound of unadulterated appreciation as he got his first glimpse of her boobs.
She removed the blouse completely and tossed it carelessly to one side. She didn't even bother to look and see where it landed. She heard it drop to the floor behind her somewhere in the vicinity of Comfort's turntable.
Wendy could feel herself getting very horny as she thought about what was about to happen to her. She could feel the center of her womanly pleasure shifting away from her clit, pushing inside her cunt close to her dimpled cervix, less than an inch from the mouth of her womb on the upper wall of her inner poontang. Her pussy was swollen and wet. Her clit and nipples were erect. She could feel her breaths getting shorter and sharper with her growing lust.
She didn't want to have her clit licked. She wanted deep penetration. She wanted to take Comfort's cock deep inside her molten cooze and she knew that she wouldn't have to wait for very long at all before she got her wish.
Wendy kicked out of her shoes and unsnapped the top of her jeans. She wondered how many times she had undressed that night. It was a lot.
She was traveling from one sexual adventure to another and she had a feeling that the pattern was going to continue. Wendy figured that this was what the real world was like.
Wendy bared her body for Comfort who was very pleased. Wendy could see the bulge in the crotch of his trousers getting larger by the second. She figured that the pimps cock was going to come tearing right out of his pants at any moment.
Wendy stood before Comfort as naked as the day she was born. He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. He pushed her down on her back.
She silently watched as he undressed. It was only when he bared his cock and balls that she began to get nervous. Comfort had by far the biggest set of genitalia the little girl had ever seen. She figured that his cock had to be at least ten inches long and the man's balls looked to be the size of chicken eggs.
His cock head was blue-black in color and she could see the tip of his tool snapping high up onto his belly as if it were attached to his loins by a tightly sprung hinge.
His balls dangled low. Wendy was afraid that he was too big for her. She tried to imagine how far her inner cunt lips would have to stretch to take just the head of his cock, but all of her efforts were in vain. Her imagination refused to conjure such an image. She feared that the man was going to turn her cunt inside out if he fucked or when he fucked her. She feared that her pussy was going to be torn apart by that awesome ebony pole.
Wendy placed both of Comfort's foam rubber pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tightly balled right fist to make an indentation for the back of her head. She stretched her legs out in front of her keeping her knees and her ankles close together at first. Then, keeping her knees straight, she parted her thighs as far as she could get them.
Comfort mounted her and began to kiss her mouth hungrily. The little girl could feel the entire length of his cock pinned against her belly.
Wendy knew at that moment just how far inside her soft underbelly the tip of his pole would have to push before her inner cunt lips could have the pleasure of gripping his dong at the hilt. She knew that her cunt was going to have to stretch further than it had ever been asked to stretch before. She knew that her inner pussy walls were going to be stretched to full capacity by the length and girth of his tool. She knew that Comfort was going to do more than just touch her in places where she had never been touched before. Oh yes. Much more. He was going to use the blunt tip of his ebony pole to touch her in places she didn't even know she had.
Deep places. Internal places. Secret places. Feminine places. Places Wendy would not have thought could be reached from the outside unless she had felt it for herself.
For a moment the full weight of Comfort's upper torso was on Wendy's chest. Her tits were flattened by his chest. Her nipples throbbed against his dark skin.
Then the man propped his upper body up on his elbows, relieving the pressure. He kicked his legs out straight behind him and got up on his toes.
He placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed on either side of Wendy's slender neck, looking as if he were about to do a series of push-ups on top of her.
Comfort pushed down with the palms of both hands at the same time and arched his back, lifting his face away from hers, pulling his tongue out of her sweet little mouth.
He moved so that only her nipples were touching his chest.
He then supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm exclusively. He reached back with his right and made a tight fist around the base of his cock.
Comfort gave his ebony pole three quick experimental squeezes.
The pimp wanted to make sure that his cock was as hard and thick and long as possible. He was not disappointed by the results of his experiment.
Comfort used his right hand to guide the tip of his throbbing cock.
He ran the tip of his dick in between the twin black curls that grew on Wendy's mound, above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin.
He rubbed her clitoris in slow circles with his piss hole.
Wendy could feel her fear subsiding as her desire grew. She wanted him to hurt her with that huge cock. She knew that she would get off on the pain just as much as she would get off on the pleasure.
It felt good to have her clitoris rubbed gingerly in that manner.
But it was no longer what she wanted most of all. Her desire's focal point was burning through the core of her womanhood, starting at the mouth of her womb deep inside her tunnel of love.
Comfort slid the incredibly thick head of his cock slowly up and down the entire length of Wendy Wellington's soaking wet poontang.
This served two purposes. First, it felt great. But it also covered the head of Comfort's cock with a liberal layer of the little girl's pussy juice.
Wendy knew that the initial penetration of her fuck hole would be made easier for both of them if both his pole and her hole were wet and slippery.
Comfort then slid the head of his cock down to the base of Wendy's slash, in between her inner cunt lips, to the mouth of her fuck hole.
Wendy concentrated all of her attention on relaxing the muscles inside her vulva. She was praying that her cunt was a hell of a lot more elastic than she gave it credit for.
Comfort adjusted his hips so that the shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal violation. He tensed his black ass cheeks.
Comfort pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could. They were pressed together so tightly at that moment that Wendy figured even the world's strongest man would not have been able to pry them apart even if he had been allowed to use a crow bar.
Comfort began to push down with his lower torso and for a long time nothing happened. Wendy's cunt did not open. She feared that this time she had really bitten off more than she could chew.
Wendy feared that they were attempting something that was physically impossible. She knew that you can't put a square peg in a round hole.
She feared that he was too big and she was too little. But she underestmated his strength. He was determined to make his cock tit inside her and he didn't give a shit how much he had to hurt her in the process.
Comfort took a deep breath and filled his lungs with air. He then let out all of the air with a sharp grunt and stabbed down fiercely with his lower torso.
Wendy let out a grunt of her own as she could feel her inner cunt lips stretching open until the tissues were taut. The head of his cock pushed inside. Wendy figured that he really would have torn her pussy open if his cock had been a fraction of an inch thicker than it was.
"It's so big, so fucking big," Wendy said.
"The better to fuck you with."
"Please don't hurt me too badly."
"But I want to hurt you. That's the whole idea. That's how you learn to be one of Comfort's girls. You take his cock all the way in and then he fucks you hard and fast," Comfort said. He was spitting out the words in between gasps for air. He was spitting out the words as if they were so many watermelon seeds.
Wendy could feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his come head. He pushed in deeper and then deeper still.
Her cunt was so tight that he could only penetrate her a millimeter at a time in spite of his exertion. He had to pry her tissues open to get inside.
Still, with every fraction of an inch of penetration, the tip of his cock came that much closer to the magic spot near her cervix. Wendy could tell that something wonderful was going to happen inside her body when the man's cock made direct contact with that magic spot.
He stabbed down hard again. His cock struck the mouth of her womb. Wendy let out a sharp cry of pleasure. A lightning bolt of physical joy ran up and down the entire length of her spine.
Wendy could feel the pleasure rolling from her tailbone to the base of her skull and then back down to her tailbone once again. She could tell that he wasn't going to have to do that too many times before she would have her first come of the fuck.
It hurt to be stretched open that way but it felt great at the same time. Wendy began to wonder if she was some sort of sexual masochist or something.
She could feel the tip of his cock touching the back wall of her pussy. This was particularly thrilling to the little black-haired girl.
There were still several inches of cock meat at the base of Comfort's pole remaining to be inserted. She knew just how far she would have to stretch.
And she knew she could do it, too.
She knew that she had the elasticity.
She could tell that the comes Comfort was going to give her while fucking her pussy raw would be different from the come Marlene had.
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy could tell that the orgasms Comfort was about to give her were going to be deep-vaginal in nature, not clitoral such as the come she had received from Marlene.
Comfort let out another sharp grunt and rammed the remainder of his cock into Wendy's cunt. She was in awe of her capacity to hold cock meat.
Wendy couldn't believe how filled-up she felt. She was stretched inside and out. She, naturally, wanted Comfort to start fucking her right away.
But the handsome black pimp had other thoughts on this subject. He continued to press down, grinding his furry pubic bone against hers.
He kept pressing down in spite of the fact that his cock was already all the way inside her pussy. He moved his ass in slow circles.
His cock moved in the same manner, stretching Wendy's inner cunt lips and the inner walls of her pussy in every possible direction.
As he continued to press down Wendy felt the illusion that the tip of his ebony spear was sinking even deeper into her core of womanhood.
His cock was so thick, she could tell, that it was going to rub directly against her love button once he began to fuck in and out of her.
Wendy could tell that her little man in the boat was going to be battered back and forth brutally during the fuck like a small punching bag.
A punching bag being worked over rhythmically by a particularly talented boxer. The little black-haired girl began to whimper once again.
She begged the handsome pimp to start fucking her with the desperate gurgling noises she made in the back of her stretched throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the teenager, Comfort gave Wendy her wish. He jack-knifed at the waist and began to lift his hips.
Much to the little girl's dismay, Comfort pulled his cock out of her cunt just as slowly as he had initially penetrated her there.
He withdrew a fraction of an inch at a time, and he did not stop his withdrawal until only the head of his cock remained inside her.
Comfort stopped the lifting of his ass when Wendy's taut inner cunt lips were once again gripping the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.
Comfort took another deep breath and paused. He then slammed, downward with his ass as hard as he possibly could. His cock slammed inside.
The entire length of the pimp's ebony pole entered the little girl in one fell swoop, and she could hear her pussy making wet farting noises.
Gas was being forced out of the passageway with the rapid violation. Her cunt went from completely empty to completely full in one fell swoop.
Wendy could feel another lightning bolt of raw physical pleasure tear through her body all the way from her tailbone to the base of her skull.
At that point Comfort began to fuck Wendy with a slow steady motion. The black pimp used the entire length of his masculine tool with each stroke.
He was only on his fourth or fifth stroke when Wendy exploded into her first deep-vaginal orgasm of the hump. It was spectacular, she thought.
The come was shorter and sharper than the one the redheaded hooker had given her earlier while licking and sucking at her love button.
But the best thing about the deep-vaginal climax, as far as Wendy Wellington was concerned, was that it did nothing to stifle her urge to fuck.
If anything, Wendy found, she needed to be fucked hard and fast more after her orgasm than before it. Her passion was still growing.
Wendy had been gripping at Comfort's bedspread with her tiny toes. She was hugging at the sides of his pumping hips with her inner thighs.
Then the little black-haired girl lifted her feet from the bed and drew her knees back closer to her chest. She raised her feet high in the air.
Wendy pointed her chubby little toes at the corners of the ceiling, straightening her knees, so that she made a vee with her shapely gams.
The little girl then turned her toes inward and lowered her feet. She crossed her ankles snugly at the small of Comfort's humping back.
Wendy draped her arms under his and began to scratch up and down his back, in between his shoulder blades, with her long red fingernails.
In this manner the little rich girl clutched at her new lover and her new boss with all four of her feminine limbs at the same time.
At first Comfort moved his hips from side to side almost as much as he moved them up and down. He used his dick to explore her innards.
He steadily increased the tempo of his fucking motion, riding her poontang high to maximize the direct stimulation of her clitoris.
Wendy snapped off her second orgasm of the fuck, and then her third. After three the black-haired teenager stopped counting them. Numbers no longer mattered.
Only sensation mattered.
Besides, Wendy supposed later that she wouldn't have been able to count all of her orgasms even if she had been in the mood to try.
She found that her orgasms were blending into one another, melting and merging until they were all but indistinguishable in her head.
She found that the last spasm of one climax was coinciding with the first convulsion of the next. It felt as if she were having one long come.
It certainly felt more like she was having one incredibly long sexual release than it did like she was having a bunch of smaller comes strung closely together.
Her pleasure continued to increase. The please spread to fill all of her body. Each and every one of her nerve-endings were affected.
And the little girl knew that the pleasure the extraordinary joy of it all wasn't going to stop until Comfort ended the act with the spilling of his seed inside her pussy.
Comfort could feel his come swirling around his swollen balls with ever-increasing anxiety. He could feel the tickle of sexual tension at the base of his dick.
Comfort could tell that he wasn't going to be able to fuck that super-tight pussy for much longer. She was sucking the come out of him.
She screamed with joy.
She tossed her head.
Her eyes welled with tears.
Comfort rapidly increased the pace of his fucking motion as he felt his masculine sexual arousal starting to mount in leaps and bounds.
He began to fuck with reckless abandon. He shifted his black ass into high gear. He shifted his manly lower torso into overdrive.
He gave it everything he had. Wendy was glad that her pussy had thoroughly lubricated itself before the black man fucked her brutally.
She was sure that the inside of her cunt would have blistered from the heat of the friction if he had balled her while she was as dry as a bone.
Wendy was moving her lower torso in sync with the pimp's. She slapped upward with her flat loins each time he stabbed downward with his dick.
Wendy could feel her inner cunt lips being pushed and pulled by the girth of his dong. She could feel his tip repeatedly smacking her cervix.
Wendy could feel her clitoral foreskin being pushed back and forth over her love button which felt more than ever like it was going to explode.
The fuck made wet sounds.
Sucking sounds.
Squishy sounds.
They were both badly out of breath. The bed was squeaking. Wendy began to feel as if she were being impaled by the man's humongous rod.
She felt like a monarch butterfly impaled.
CHAPTER THREE
Wendy could feel Comfort's cock growing a little bit longer, a little bit thicker, and a little bit harder inside her boiling honey pot.
Wendy could feel her inner cunt lips gripping his pole at the hilt. The tip of his spear was throbbing inside her soft underbelly.
She could feel her internal tissues stretching even more than before something she would not have thought possible if she hadn't felt it for herself.
All of the muscles in Comfort's body tensed at the same time. He arched his back and lifted his head. He straightened his arms beneath him.
The palms of his large black hands were still flat on the bed on either side of Wendy's neck. Her tits no longer touched his chest.
She could feel his cock spasming. She felt herself snapping off her umpteenth come of the fuck at that point. It was her biggest come of all.
She could tell that they were coming simultaneously a sign of some damn good humping'no matter whose scorecard you were looking at.
Wendy heard them hollering together with the pleasure they shared. Wendy, in an odd moment of romanticism, felt as if there were only one orgasm.
She thought that she and her new pimp were sharing its pleasure equally. She felt as if she were straddling the nose come of a rocketship. She had her cunt across a cigar-shaped missile in her sexy fantasy. She had been waiting on the launching pad and now she was blasting off.
Wendy felt as if she were already in the stratosphere and she was well on her way toward the black depths of outer space. She was on a wild journey.
Wendy felt as if she were going to do more than just visit other solar systems as Comfort's cock spasmed inside her dripping quim.
Wendy felt as if she were going to do more than just visit other universes and other galaxies. She was heading for a brand new dimension.
Wendy was headed for the fifth dimension, a place where time and space no longer existed. She was heading for the land of the sensates.
Wendy could feel herself journeying toward a place where only sensation existed and only the intensity of sensation held any importance.
But then the little girl returned to Earth suddenly as the moment of passion was through. Comfort's come splattered against the back wall of her cooze.
Wendy could feel her tunnel of love being filled with cream. Seconds later she felt reality drifting back into her young, immature brain.
Comfort could feel the muscles inside Wendy's cunt continuing to tug his dick at the root, sucking every drop of jism from his scrotum.
Then he too relaxed and he fell on top of her. The full weight of his upper torso once again rested on her chest. Her tits were once again flattened.
She had to push at his shoulders to let him know she couldn't breathe. He popped his upper body up on his elbows to relieve the pressure.
Comfort's cock instantly lost its urgent rigidity, and Wendy could feel her inner cunt walls getting a chance to relax a little bit.
Comfort left his cock in there to dribble and deflate. He was in no hurry to pull his dick out. His dong felt at home inside her twat.
But then Comfort did pull his cock out. Wendy could feel the most marvelous post-orgasmic afterglow filling her loins and poontang.
She caught her breath and listened to her racing heartbeat returning to normal. He rolled off of her onto his back on the double bed.
Comfort's cock, now subject to the laws of gravity, slumped and slouched on the inside of his muscular thigh. He found his pack of cigarettes.
Comfort lit up a cigarette with a stick match and blew three perfect smoke rings upward toward the ceiling of his plushly decorated apartment.
Comfort then pierced each of the three smoke rings with a stiffened and straightened forefinger causing the smoke to disperse and disappear.
Wendy asked him why he had destroyed his beautiful smoke rings and he explained that he couldn't stand to see anything die a virgin.
"So do I get the job," Wendy said. She rolled over on her side and began to stroke the hairy patch between Comfort's tiny male nipples.
"Not yet. You have one more thing you have to do for me before I will let you be one of my girls," Comfort said in his baritone voice.
"What's that?" Wendy asked. She lowered her head to his chest. Her long hair made an ebony tent over his thick upper torso. She parted her lips.
Wendy stuck out her tongue as far as she could and began to flick the tip of it back and forth across his right nipple quickly and lightly.
"You have to take my cock up your ass," Comfort said. He pulled his lips into a smile, baring large white teeth. They looked like the teeth of an animal.
"But surely your cock is too big to fit inside my ass-hole," Wendy said with more than a note of fear in her tiny, high-pitched voice.
She looked into his eyes, once again begging for mercy, but she could tell that she once again did not have a choice in the matter. None at all. "But my ass-hole does not lubricate itself like my cunt. You will hurt me badly if you try to get that big dick inside my bowels," she said.
"Well, I thought I was going to hurt you more than I did when I fucked your cunt. I still OWE you a little pain, rich cunt," Comfort said.
"I'm not rich. My Daddy's rich, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with me," Wendy said. It seemed like an odd outburst to both of them.
"Be that as it may. I will take your ass and then I will give you a wardrobe and then I will put you on the street," Comfort said.
"And what if I walk right out of here right now and never come back?" Wendy asked, trying in vain to sound bold and defiant toward him.
"If you make it out of the apartment alive you will never make it out of Harlem. If you make it out of Harlem you will starve on the streets."
Wendy assumed that this was true. She asked if he had something to lubricate her ass before he fucked her there and he said that he did.
"I have some petroleum jelly in the dresser over there. I want the fuck to be smooth and easy for myself. I don't give a shit about your pain."
"I see," Wendy said. But she still felt better.
She was glad that he wasn't going to fuck her ass dry. She could even feel her horniness returning.
"How long do you think it will take for you to get another hard-on?" Wendy asked. She looked down at his cock on his thigh. Limp city.
"Just a few minutes. Why don't you get down there with your mouth and suck me until I get hard again," Comfort said. It was not a request.
"Okie-dokie," Wendy said rather cheerfully. She got on her hands and knees and crawled so that her face was over the man's crotch.
She could see that his cock was still wet and slippery with her cunt juices. She began to lick at his cock gingerly. She loved the flavor of her cunt juice.
Wendy licked his balls and took his cock inside her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked him and it wasn't very long at all before his dick began to grow!
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy could feel her jaw being forced further and further open as she sucked the blood of Comfort's passion up into the head of his cock.
The pretty little girl could tell that it wouldn't be long before the handsome black man's tool was once again thoroughly engorged.
The black-haired teenager could feel the desire starting in her ass-hole. She could feel her sphincter muscle beginning to tingle intensely.
Wendy could feel the craving in her anus for stimulation spreading inside the tight tubular sphincter muscle and then into her colon.
She knew that this was not going to be a tease. Comfort had MORE than enough cock meat to satisfy her deep-anal yearnings. He would satisfy her.
Once again the little girl knew that she was going to be touched in places she had never been touched before places she didn't know she had.
When his cock was as hard as a rock and ready for fucking, Wendy rolled over on her belly on the bed and parted her thighs to a right angle.
Comfort got off the bed, his cock standing at attention before his black loins, and fetched the petroleum jelly from his dresser drawer.
He had the jelly in a plastic container with a metallic lid. He snapped the cap off the container with his long right thumbnail.
He gave the little girl a sharp slap across her ass cheeks and told her to get on her elbows and her knees, offering her ass to him.
Wendy did as she was told without a squawk of protest. She even let out a little squeal of pleasure as he slapped her across the buttocks.
Wendy pulled her knees up under her lower torso and propped her upper body up on her elbows. She noticed that her tits looked larger than usual.
Her boobs were dangling from their resting place high on her chest in this position with the force of gravity fully in their favor.
Her erect nipples grazed the bedspread. Her forearms and her palms were flat on the bed. Her fingertips were tucked under a foam rubber pillow.
Wendy moved her knees as far apart as she could on the bedspread so that both her ass cheeks and the lips of her pussy parted in the process.
Wendy arched her back and lifted her ass high in the air. A delicious curve formed at the small of her back, leading upward to her buttocks.
Comfort scooped some petroleum jelly onto his right fingertips and used his right hand to pull the little girl's ass cheeks far apart.
Wendy could feel the skin in the crack of her ass pulling tight as even some of the puckers in her rectum were smoothed by the pressure.
Wendy felt a chill running up and down her arched backbone as the black man slapped the cool petroleum jelly on her hot, hot anus.
Comfort massaged the jelly all around the little girl's anus with a circular motion of his right middle finger his longest finger.
Comfort then used his long digit to push some of the jelly up inside her sphincter muscle. He even pushed some of the lubricant into her colon.
Comfort pulled his finger out almost immediately and moved to a kneeling position at Wendy's rear. He reached down and made a fist around the base of his cock.
Just as he had before fucking her cunt. Comfort squeezed his thick dong a couple of times to make sure he was as hard and thick as possible.
He then used his hand to guide the thick head of his cock in between the little girl's grossly parted ass cheeks. He ran the tip up and down her crack.
Wendy could feel her lower lip pouting. Drool rolled over the lip onto her chin. She was out of touch with reality. She could no longer think clearly.
Wendy shivered violently each and every time the tip of Comfort's pole of masculinity made direct contact with her puckered bung hole.
Comfort than stopped the up and down movement of his dick with his blue-black glans poised directly at the mouth of Wendy's colon.
He adjusted his hips so that the shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle for deep-anal penetration. He once again tensed his ass cheeks.
He began to push forward with the lower half of his body. His shoulders were back. His chest was puffed out. His chin was tilted upward.
Wendy concentrated all of her attentions exclusively on relaxing the ring of muscle at her anus. She did not feel herself opening.
As had been the case with the pussy fuck, Wendy was frightened for a few moments that she was too little to accommodate Comfort's cock.
But she found that she had once again underestimated herself. She could feel all of the nuckers in her ass-hole smoothing as she stretched open.
Wendy could feel the tip of Comfort's cock pushing inside her, and she figured her ass would have been torn had he been any thicker.
She genuinely felt as if she were being stretched as far as she could go. His cock head pushed past her sphincter. Tears welled in her eyes.
She felt great pain at first as if she had been stabbed up the old poop-chute with a red hot poker. Once his cock head moved into her colon she knew that the worst was over.
She could feel her anus gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head. He released his grip on the base of his stalk.
Comfort held the little girl at the sides of her feminine hips. He began to pull on her lower torso as he pushed forward with his own.
He used her ass as leverage for the brutal fuck. Wendy found her lust rising as her pain began to fade. She wanted this savage sodomy.
She needed this brutal buggery.
Wendy could feel the tip of his dong getting ever closer to the focal point of her anal desire. She had never come while being fucked in the ass.
But the little black-haired girl had a feeling that things were going to be different this time. She felt as if he were going to give her new pleasure.
She felt as if the handsome black pimp were going to make her come in a way she had never come before. Her come would not be clitoral.
It would not be deep-vaginal.
It would be ANAL!
She was going to come inside her ass!
Comfort continued to push. The tip of his cock entered her a fraction of an inch at a time. Wendy could feel sharp pains inside her bowels.
She did not mind the pain much. After a time she would grow to love the pain just as much as the pleasure, for it was sensation.
It was intrinsically sexual pain and her brain was translating it into pleasure before sending the signals back to her erogenous zones.
Her internal tissues were tearing slightly. She could feel something warm and sticky inside her ass. For a moment or two she didn't know what it was.
Then it occurred to her. It was blood--blood from her recently opened wounds. The tip of his cock struck the focal point of her desire She felt a slightly painful rush of sensation course through her quivering body. He pushed the entire length of his dick into her.
She could hardly breathe. She was drenched with sweat. She was ready to come. Comfort began to fuck her. He removed his hands from her hips and reached under her body to take her tits into his palms.
CHAPTER FIVE
Comfort positioned his hands over Wendy's tits so that her nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of his flattened palms.
He pressed her tits together using both hands so that her boobs were flattened at their sides and the cleavage between them was long and deep.
He began to fuck her ass. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her. He left only the tip inside just enough to keep her ass-hole from slamming shut on him.
He looked down and he could see that there was blood on his cock. He could see that the blood was gathering most thickly in a ring around the base of his dick.
Comfort could tell that his prick was going to be wearing a crimson coat by the time the buggery was complete. He knew that he would be able to fuck a long time.
He had many strokes in him before he would have to worry about ending the savage sex act with the spilling of his jism inside her bowels.
Wendy found that she could use the muscles inside her ass to tug and suck at his cock, much like she used the muscles in her throat and cunt.
She gripped at his dong each time he withdrew. She could feel her anal pleasure growing. Her muscles relaxed more out of fatigue than anything else.
Comfort fucked faster and faster until she exploded inside with pleasure. Her mouth fell open. Her nose moved up and down. Her eyes shut.
"I'M COMING! OH GOD! OH GOD! I'M COMING INSIDE MY ASSSSSSSS!" she screamed, hissing the final sound as if she were a snake slithering through dried summer grass.
Comfort could feel her bowels spasming around the entire length of his pole at the same time. He could feel his own passion rising much quicker than he had originally anticipated.
He fucked as hard as he could for a long time, ravaging her internal tissues. He then rammed the entire length of his cock inside her.
His cock spasmed. He released his grip on her tits and ran his fingertips down the underside of her body to her soaking wet cunt.
Comfort had no trouble locating the little girl's love button with his right fingertips as his jism began to shoot toward the tip of his cock.
He pressed hard against her little man in the boat. He began to flick his finger back and forth across the fiery bulb as hard as he could.
He had her clit pressed flat against the base of her pubic bone as his urethra opened until it was gaping. His cock began to spew the goo.
He rubbed her clit just right and Wendy could feel her loins bursting with pleasure once again. For the second time in a half hour they were coming simultaneously. '
He pulled out of her immediately and forced her to lick his cock clean. At first the little girl was grossed out by this idea. But she got into it.
He knelt up straight on the bed while she crouched on her elbows and her knees facing him. She could see that the blood around the base of his deflating cock was beginning to brown and coagulate with its exposure to the fresh air.
She found that she rather liked the flavor of the blood that came from inside her ass. This was a surprise to her. She licked his come clean happily She licked him until he was as clean as a whistle. He then told her that she had the job. He explained what her rates were to be for different services.
He explained his fee for each John she accommodated. He allowed her to take a long bath in his bathroom. When she was done he fixed her up with clothes.
"Where am I going to live?" Wendy asked. She thought it was a very good question. She wondered if all of the hookers lived together in a whorehouse like in the movies.
"You are going to be living here with me," Comfort aid. "All the way with me and all the way on the streets, remember, sweet cunt?"
Wendy was not sure she liked that idea a bit. She needed her privacy. After living her whole life in a mansion Comfort's apartment was going to seem very cramped.
She wondered if she would really not be able to survive on the streets. She wondered if she was being told the truth. She wondered if she would ever be allowed to go home.
She wondered if she would ever have the courage to ask her father to take her back. Since Wendy had had a busy day she was given the rest of the night off. She slept for twelve solid hours.
The next day Comfort drove her downtown to a white section of Manhattan. She was going to work in much nicer surroundings than her black counterparts and the little girl thought this made a lot of sense.
Wendy was wearing a black dress that fit her snugly and showed off her figure. The dress was slit up the side so that she showed off plenty of leg each time she took a step.
Wendy's dress was cut low in the front in a vee so that plenty of her boobs' cleavage were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. And all males cared to look.
Wendy was scared shitless. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just twenty-four hours. Her life had fallen apart.
She stood on the street corner asking passing men if they wanted a date. She only had to degrade herself in this fashion for ten minutes before she had a taker.
The guy was in a moving car. He pulled over to the curb and let her in. She thought that he was going to buy a blow job so they could stay in the car.
Instead the man introduced himself as Bernard and told her that they were going to his place. He said that he had special equipment just for girls like her.
Wendy did not care for the idea a great deal but she knew that Comfort would probably beat her if she started turning down Johns. So she didn't do that.
Bernard drove Wendy all the way to the Astoria section of Queens and took her up to her apartment. Walking up the steps his hand was on her arm.
His fingers were pressing hard enough into Wendy's arm hard enough to hurt her. She had already figured out that this was not the world's nicest man.
"Hey, you are hurting me," Wendy said, stumbling slightly on her high heels. She was wearing a good deal of make-up and long earrings.
She looked like class.
"Into the apartment, whore," Bernard said. He slammed the apartment door behind them and locked the door. He hid the key where she could not see.
"What are you going to do to me?" Wendy asked. She was shivering. The little girl was terrorized. He was big. like a bear. He was covered with hair.
His hair was black. Curly. His muscles bulged. She could tell he was a brute by the cruel look in his dark brown eyes. He needed a shave.
She wished she had never gotten in the car with him in the first place. She could tell that he didn't give a shit how much he hurt her.
Bernard pushed Wendy across the room and slapped her hard across the face. It was the first time Wendy had been struck since Marlene hit her.
In that instance, Wendy reasoned that she deserved it. She had called Marlene's precious Comfort a pimp which apparently was an ugly word in these circles.
But she had done nothing bad to Bernard. She hated him. She wanted to get the hell out of there. He ordered her out of her clothes.
"TAKE THEM OFF OR I WILL HAVE TO TEAR THEM OFF YOU!" Bernard screamed. He explained that she could scream as loudly as she wanted.
The apartment had been sound-proofed. She got naked for him slowly, seductively. She hoped his libido would sooth his ire a bit.
He licked his lips obscenely. A bulge formed in the crotch of his trousers. His eyes burned. When she was nude he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into his filthy bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
SLAP! SLAP!
Wendy was sent reeling across the bedroom with two harsh slaps to the face. Bernard grabbed her and threw her harshly onto the bed.
"Roll over on your belly so I can tie you up," Bernard said.
"Please don't do this to me," Wendy said with tears in her eyes.
"Why not. It's fun. I like it. It's kicks," Bernard said.
The man slobbered all over his chin as he spoke. Wendy could tell that he was mad. That was just her luck. Things had not been going well lately.
This was more of the same. It would figure that her very first John would be some sort of mental patient psycho killer. Her heart was in her throat.
"GET ON YOU BELLY, GIRL! I LOVE YOUR BLACK HAIR! YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL HAIR!" he screamed. A maniac. Wendy did as she was told. He would just punch her or something if she tried to escape.
The second he had her down he went to his dresser and fetched four evenly cut pieces of rope. Wendy noticed that the bed had four bedposts.
She knew that this would make it perfect for bondage purposes. The man grabbed her left wrist and pulled it tight over her head. He pulled hard.
Her breasts were pressed flat against his gray, smelly sheets. The room reeked of body odor. Wendy thought her shoulder was about to be broken.
Bernard pulled her arm so hard that she thought the bones might break at the wrist or the elbow as well. Her wrist was snug against the bedpost.
Bernard tied one of the pieces of rope around Wendy's wrist and the bedpost at the same time. He tied a knot as tightly as he could.
The rope bit into Wendy's flesh horribly. She could feel the circulation of blood being cut off to her hand. She could tell her fingertips were turning purple.
She tried to wiggle her fingers but found that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty. She felt pins and needles in her fingertips.
Soon, she knew, she wouldn't be able to wiggle her fingers at all and her entire hand would be numb from the cruelty of the bondage.
The ropes were to be stringent. Wendy's elbow was locked in the straight position. She wriggled with pain, but this only made the rope tighter.
Since the head of the bed was flush against the wall, the brutish man had to circle all around the foot to get to the other side.
He moved with surprising grace. An animalistic grace. He moved like a wild jungle animal circling his helpless prey. He slobbered and panted.
He repeated the process with the other arm and Wendy could feel her eyes swelling with her tears. Her tears rolled over her high cheekbones.
Her tears stained her cheeks with their tracks and dripped all the way into her mouth where they got on her tongue tasting bitter, poisonous.
Her tears tasted of her despair.
When her arms were done he moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed both of the little girl's ankles at the same time. He yanked her legs apart.
He opened her ass cheeks and pussy lips as he forced her knees into the straight position. Her feet were bound to the bedposts quickly.
Soon, Wendy Wellington knew, she wouldn't be able to feel anything more in her feet that she could in her hands. She already couldn't wiggle her toes.
She wondered if she was ever going to be able to wiggle her toes again. She figured the man was probably going to murder her and dump her in the river.
She figured that it was a fitting end for a slut such as herself. She lay there unable to move, her brain spinning, her nude body lathered in icy sweat.
The man removed his black leather belt from all of his belt loops and folded it in half holding it in his tight right fist by the buckle end.
He slapped his cupped left palm with the belt and produced a sound that reminded Wendy of firecrackers on the Fourth of July. A car backfiring.
Perhaps a gunshot!
She knew that this was the same sound that the belt was going to make when it came down across her diminutive nude body. She winced when she heard it.
He wasted no time getting the beating started. He did not gag her. He wanted to hear her screams. The windows were sealed. The neighbors would never know.
He raised his right arm over his head and brought the belt down across the cheeks of Wendy's ass as hard as he could. Wendy screamed bloody murder.
Her eyes became so swollen that she discovered she could only blink with great difficulty. The insides of her eyelids felt transformed into sandpaper.
Her stomach was filled with a zillion butterflies all fluttering around one another in an attempt to get out. The pain was horrible.
She could tell that a stripe of welted tissue was rising across both of her buttocks, and the pain affected her entire nervous-system.
He struck her ass cheeks .again and again. finding places each time where the nerve-endings had not already been numbed from abuse.
He even struck her across the sensitive soft tissues at the backs of her knees where he knew the agony would be particularly sharp.
Wendy began to dig the pain. Her fear had warped her ability to think rationally. She had become an existentialist with her terror.
The man whipped her until his arms were sore. He then tossed the belt aside. Wendy could hear the buckle scuttling across the bare wood floor.
The man released the ropes that held the girl in place. He Hipped her over on her back. She was limp. She was completely exhausted.
"Now I am going to fuck you," he said.
"Yes, please," she replied.
Bernard hurriedly undid the top of his trousers. Leaving his shoes and socks on, he pulled down his pants and his underwear at the same time.
His cock was a modest size for a man of his bulk, but it was stiff and hard and ready for action, standing erect, at attention, before his flabby belly.
Wendy lay on her ravaged ass cheeks no longer away of the pain. Her mind had been fried with fright. Now she felt her cunt getting swollen.
Wet.
She could feel her clit growing into an erection. She could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the base of her slash. She whimpered.
She purred.
She wiggled her ass seductively on the bed as Bernard mounted her, panting worse than ever. He guided the head of his cock to her opening.
He pushed inside.
Bernard easily slipped his cock into her pussy and began to fuck hard and fast with a simple, plodding, up and down motion. Wendy felt her passion rise.
He rode her cunt high.
He made her clitoral foreskin work up and down across her love button. He repeatedly whacked the mouth of her womb with his rock hard glans.
He made Wendy explode into orgasm with a feverish howl just three seconds before he slammed his dick all the way in and shot his wad.
He pulled out of her quickly and dragged her off the bed. He took her into the living room and ordered her to dress.
"Get the hell out of here," Bernard said with an angry sneer. "If I ever see you around here again, I'll kill you. I swear!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was only after Wendy had been standing on the sidewalk in Astoria for a few seconds that she realized the deep trouble she was in.
She was too relieved that she had not been murdered to care that she hadn't been paid and she had been beaten horribly. She didn't know what to do.
She didn't even know which way to walk to get to the subway. She didn't have the cash for a cab. She wasn't even sure how to get back to Comfort's place.
She couldn't go to Comfort's anyway. He would beat her up or worse if he found out how miserably she had failed in her attempt to make him money.
She couldn't go home. That was out of the question. Wendy decided to run. She had to get as far away from New York City as she could.
She had to start over. But where to start. She asked for directions to the subway. An old lady gave her the evil eye but she gave her the information.
Wendy rode the subway to the South Ferry and took the ferry to Staten Island. There she began to hitch-hike still clicking along in her spike high heels.
Wendy worried about breaking a fingernail.
She got a ride almost immediately from a surprisingly rural looking old man in a pick-up truck. Wendy smiled and waved, her purse slung over her arm.
Wendy's boobs threatened to wiggle free as she ran for the truck that had stopped about twenty-five yards ahead of her. She grinned as she climbed up into the cabin.
Wendy made sure to show plenty of leg.
"Howdy, where ya headed?"
"West," Wendy said. She adjusted her dress so that it covered her knees and folded her hands in her lap demurely. The guy was about seventy.
"How far west?"
"As far as you're going?"
"You wanna go to California?"
"Sure. Is that where you are going?"
"Nope. I'm going to Jersey," the man said.
"What's the best way to get to California?"
"I-80. I can drop you off there."
"Please do. Thank you ever so much."
So in twenty minutes Wendy was standing on the shoulder of massive I-80 West, looking at the headlines in the dusk. Her ass hurt bad.
Wendy hoped that she didn't get picked up by another maniac. She figured that her bad luck was sure to run out sooner or later. Perhaps the nice old man had been an omen.
In five minutes many cars passed her by. She was glad none of them were police officers. She was a fugitive from the law, she had to remember.
She was wanted on morals charges and drug possession and she looked the part. Her make-up had run during her sobbing as Bernard whipped her.
She had managed to wipe most of the damage away with a facial tissue but she still looked a mess. She knew any cop that passed would stop.
Even if the cop wasn't interested in her New York record, she knew that he would stop because he was a man. She was surprised that men didn't stop.
Then she realized that she was a whore. They didn't want to pay for it. She didn't look good. She hated herself. It became darker rapidly.
Then she had a taker. A red Alpha Romeo with a foxy blonde about twenty-five behind the wheel. Wendy was thrilled. A friend!
"Hi, I am going to California. I am in a bit of trouble and I want to get there fast," Wendy said as she got in the sports car's shotgun seat. She was almost prone.
"Pleased to meet you too. I'm Michele. What sort of trouble are you in?" the woman said. The car was in gear and they were off.
"I'm Wendy. Sorry. I'm a little panicky. I got busted last night at an orgy. Harmless stuff. A bunch of friends having fun. There were drugs."
"I see."
"My father refused to bail me out on account of it was the second time I had been arrested. I got bailed out by mistake by a pimp."
"This is getting interesting."
"I worked for the guy for one hour. I got my ass beat with a whip and I didn't get paid. I also dished out some favors to the Man himself."
"So you are running."
"You aren't going to take me back are you? You aren't going to turn me into the police, are you?" Wendy asked, fresh tears welling in her dark brown eyes.
"Of course not. I can help you," Michele said. The blonde reached over and touched Wendy's knee. Her fingers crawled under Wendy's dress.
"What kind of help did you have in mind?" Wendy asked nervously. The caress was gentle and she didn't mind, but she was a bit shocked.
"I happen to be heading out to the West Coast right now, after a brief one night stop over in Chi to pick up some stuff. I run a business."
"What sort of business?"
"I hope your experience with your pimp has not turned you off to selling your charms. Of course my operation is quite different."
"You are a Madame?"
"In a manner of speaking. I am a professional dominatrix bitch. Now you have taken quite a licking from men. Maybe you would like to return the favor?"
"I see what you mean. You beat up on men who love to be beat up on. Sexual masochists." Wendy said, the wheels turning in her head.
Michele drove with one hand at seventy miles per hour as she pushed up to the side of Wendy's vulva with the fingertips on the other.
Wendy moaned softly as Michele found her naked pussy. Wendy had not bothered to wear any underwear on Comfort's request that morning.
Michele delicately ran her fingertip up and down the little girl's slash. She rubbed from the base of Wendy's poontang to the top. Wendy moved her legs to one side and opened them so that Michele could get at her cunt with greater ease.
Then Michele found Wendy's clit with her fingertips and she began to roll that ball with great sensuality in a tiny circle. Wendy became very wet.
"Maybe you could pull the car over for a few seconds and take care of this ache you have started," Wendy suggested in a whispery voice.
"Sure thing," Michele said. In a flash the car was on the shoulder of the road with the blinkers on. Wendy's legs were in the air.
Michele's head was between them. She began to lap happily at the entire length of Wendy"s cunt at the same time, pushing her taster between the labia deeply.
Michele's tongue crossed Wendy's love button with each stroke, driving the little girl ever-closer to a fantastic orgasm. Michele could see her welts.
She could tell that the girl's story was true. Michele stiffened her tongue and drove it deeply into Wendy's boiling honey pot. Wendy squirmed.
Michele concentrated her attention exclusively on Wendy's clit, rolling the ball, flicking back and forth across it, making Wendy explode with joy.
"SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD!" Wendy screamed. She looked up at the cloudless night sky sprinkled with many stars, more than there ever were in the city.
Wendy squirted Michele's mouth with the fluid of her feminine ejaculation. Michele sucked her clit gently until her wonderful come was over.
"I think it is going to be a pleasure working for you," Wendy said.
"Do you think you will have trouble with your conscience?" Michele asked.
"You mean because I make money from hurting men?" Wendy asked.
"That's right."
"Nah!" Wendy said with a laugh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Wendy Wellinton's seventeenth birthday and it was also her very first day as a professional dominatrix bitch in San Francisco.
Michele owned a beautiful house on top of a hill overlooking the OaklandBay Bridge, and just one end of the Golden Gate Bridge.
In that house Michele was known as Madame Pain. Wendy was to be known as Mistress Wendy. She had her own room where she lived and received clients.
Michele paid all of the grocery bills and of all of the girls who worked there, there were five of them seemed to have plenty of spending money.
Wendy was nervous about her first day on the job. She got dressed early, hoping that it would help her get in a savage mood better.
Wendy put on her black leather corset. It fit tightly around her middle accentuating her figure. There were half cups on top of the corset.
These half cups fit snugly underneath Wendy's tits so that her boobs rested higher and perkier on her chest than they did normally.
Wendy could feel her nipples getting hard burning with desire the second those leather cups made contact with her breast flesh.
She put on her garter belt. She would wear no panties. No even see-through panties. Her ass and pussy would be exposed at all time.
At Madame Pain's House of Agony, the girls were trained to serve their men in every way. They gave the ultimate ecstasy along with the pain.
Wendy filed her long nails and gave them a fresh coat of polish. When her nails were dry she put on her stockings. Black fish-net, of course.
Her shoes were black spiked high heels with open toes. She rouged her lips, her nether lips, and her nipples. She perfumed herself.
Wendy applied a musk oil to her erogenous zones. It was the sort of oil that changed fragrance depending on a woman's body chemistry.
On Wendy it smelled hauntingly beautiful. She put on her eye make-up. accentuating the exotic beauty of her almond-shaped eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She discovered that when she thought about the experiences she had had with men an expression of hate and cruelty naturally crossed her face.
It was a long wait until her first client arrived. He turned out to be a handsome business man in his mid-thirties. Wendy had read the file on him.
"Hi, slave. You are four minutes late for your appointment," Wendy said then to the Handsome man. He was wearing a three-piece suit.
It was his lunch hour.
"I'm very sorry. Mistress Wendy, but I was delayed on the trolley." Harvey said sheepishly. He looked down at the toes of his black shoes.
"Nonetheless, you are showing very child-like behavior. You are going to have to be treated like a baby. You will be diapered and toilet trained."
Harvey became sweaty and began to pant. He heard the tone in her voice. The ordering, commanding tone just like the one he used to hear in his mother's voice.
Harvey bad a marvelous body. He looked like the sort of guy who should be down in Malibu, walking around in the surf, showing off his muscles.
Harvey carefully hung up his suit on hangers Wendy had supplied as he undressed. Soon he was down to his underwear. His cock was already hard.
Wendy could see the purple head of his dick protruding from the elastic at the top of his white cotton jockey shorts. He had a big cock.
He was going to be fun to fuck.
Wendy could feel herself getting horny. She ordered him out of his underwear and onto the bed. He did as he was told. His balls were very hairy.
Wendy fetched a diaper she had on hand and Harvey raised his legs in the air. She washed his ass and genitals gently, dried him and powdered him.
She then pinned the diaper into place and made Harvey crawl around on the carpeted floor on his hands and knees. She paddled his bottom as he crawled.
Wendy did not feel any guilt as she smacked the back of his thighs with a paddle. It was a ping-pong paddle with the coating of rubber pimples removed, leaving the wood bare.
She paddled him until he cried real tears and collapsed on his belly. The head of Harvey's cock felt as if it would explode at any second.
She then ordered him onto his feet and into the bathroom. There she removed his diaper and commanded him into the tub. He knew what to do.
He stood in the tub with his feet as far apart as he could get them, his ankles pressed against the sides of the white porcelain.
He kept his knees straight and crossed his wrists on the shower nozzle. Wendy filled an enema bag with hot, soapy water. Many quarts.
She attached the bag to the pole that held the shower curtain and rammed the thick nozzle deep inside Harvey's willing ass-hole. Very deep. Into the colon.
The enema syringe was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base so that his colon would hold the tip and his sphincter would grip the bottom.
Once inserted that nozzle was locked inside and it would take a sharp tug to remove it. The clamp on the rubber hose was removed. The water began to flow.
Harvey's first instinct was to shit the water right back out but he knew that he would be severely punished if he did this. He held the water.
Harvey had learned through years of experience how to relax the muscles astride his bowels while tensing his ass-hole at the same time.
He could feel himself filling up. His abdomen bloated. He began to cramp. He shivered violently. His eyes closed tightly. It took all of his concentration.
He felt like he was going to explode. His cock remained hard, the tip snapping upward toward his belly his badly bloated belly.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. His knees felt weak.
Yet Harvey could feel his sexual arousal rising at the same rate as the pressure in his bowels. He could tell that he was about to release those pressures simultaneously.
"You scumbag," Wendy sneered. She knew the importance of combining verbal and physical abuse when it came to being a pro bitch.
Harvey knew that he was going to shit and come at the same time. This was something he had done before only on a handful of occasions.
When the bag was empty Wendy pulled the plug and told him it was okay to release the water. Harvey's ass-hole blustered noisily. He made the loudest farting sound Wendy had ever heard.
The stained water shot wildly from Harvey's gaping ass-hole. The room immediately began to reek with the scent of Harvey's inner bowels.
"PEE-YOU! YOU STINK!" Wendy said, holding her already pinched nostrils closed altogether with her right thumb and forefinger. She hopped up and down on one
Harvey looked down and he could see his jism spewing from between the swollen lips astride his harshly throbbing piss hole. He came hard.
He screamed with pleasure. The initial blast of water from his ass splattered against the white-tiled wall at his rear. Wendy laughed.
Harvey could feel the muscles in his legs turning to ginger ale. His knees were made of water as all of his tension drained from him.
Harvey wasn't at all sure how much longer his usually strong legs were going to be able to support the weight of his body. His wrists hurt.
Wendy had bound his hands tightly to the shower nozzle so he could not lower his arms. He could no longer feel anything in his hands.
Wendy sensed his predicament and quickly untied the bondage. His arms fell to his sides and his legs gave out. He collapsed into the bottom of the tub.
He moaned as he rolled around in his come and enema water. Wendy told him to clean up the terrible mess he had made and left the room.
She added just before leaving that he should spray some air freshener around to get rid of the awful smell he had created. He agreed to do so happily.
Wendy was feeling very proud of herself and very horny. She was pleased that the man had come. She had heard that he could come and shit at the same time.
But Mistress Wendy would never have believed it unless Harvey had done it for her in person. She figured she would see many bizarre things during her tenure as a professional dominatrix bitch.
Wendy went into the other room and stretched out on her bed. She opened her legs. She began to scratch at her own inner thighs lightly.
Wendy ran the tips of her long red fingernails all the way from her slightly bent knees to the sides of her vulva. Her pussy was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her feminine arousal.
Wendy lifted her feet and caressed her ass. She ran the tip of her right middle linger slowly up and down the crack of her sweet fanny.
She massaged her ass-hole which was wet and slippery from the cunt juice that had drooled thickly from the base of her poontang.
She touched the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between her ass-hole and the base of her quim, and then massaged her outer cooze lips.
She explored her honey pot thoroughly, penetrating herself deeply with her longest finger until she touched her own cervix firmly.
She saved her clit for last and began to diddle herself. The shower was still on in the bathroom. She didn't have to worry about her slave catching her in the middle of her hot masturbatory session.
She rolled her clit in a slow circle. She took herself right up to the edge of orgasm and then she stopped. She heard the shower turn off.
Wendy hurriedly got up off the bed and went to check on Harvey's progress. He was sitting on the John, allowing the last of the water inside him to drain out.
"Hurry up. Open this door and let some of the steam out," Wendy said. The mirror on Wendy's medicine cabinet had completely fogged over.
"Yes, Mistress Wendy," Harvey said. When he was through shitting and wiping himself, Wendy ordered him onto his back in the tub.
Harvey, naturally, did as he was told without a squawk of protest. Wendy said that he had not learned how to use the toilet properly.
"And that means that you are no better than a toilet, you pile of monkey vomit. You are going to have the honor of being my toilet," she screamed.
"Yes, Mistress Wendy," Harvey said subserviently. He moved so that there was room on either side of his head for Wendy's high heels.
It just so happened that the pretty little black-haired teenager had a very full bladder, and she was still hotter than a pepper sprout.
She moved so that she was squatting over Harvey's head. She ordered him to gently use his fingertips to pry her inner labia open. He looked up and he could see her beautiful cunt the clit and the urethra exposed. He could see her inner cunt lips opening and closing hungrily. He could see the natural lubrication dribbling like melted pearls from the base of her gorgeous, delicious slash. She opened the floodgates and let her pee flow. She missed his mouth, which was gaping open and ready, on purpose at first. She sprayed his face with her tinkle just to further enhance the humiliation and the degradation of the kinky sex act.
Harvey closed his eyes tightly instinctively knowing that he should not get any of the girl's pee in his eyes. It would burn, he knew.
The pee burned his throat as well and he tried to take the stuff down his throat without swallowing just as he had once chugalugged pints of icy cold lager when he was a fraternity brother back in his college days.
He knew that he only had two choices, he could drink or he could drown, so he drank, and he didn't stop drinking until the pretty little girl's tinkle was completely over.
"Now that you have been my toilet I want you to be my toilet paper," Wendy said. She lowered her pussy even closer to Harvey's handsome face.
Harvey knew what that meant. His fingertips were still holding Wendy's pussy lips open. He could tell by the way that she was breathing that he wouldn't have to eat her pussy for very long at all to make her explode into the ultimate pleasure just the way he had done for Mommy when she was still alive. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. He placed the tip of his tongue on her urethra and licked the last few droplets of urine away. He knew better than to stop licking at that point. Wendy moaned deeply as he touched her with his tongue. His tongue was probing her super-swollen mucous membranes less than an inch away from and directly below her little man in the boat. Her clit was pushing her clitoral foreskin upward toward the twin curls of black pubic hair at the base of her mound.
He licked downward toward her vaginal opening and thrust his tongue into the deeper folds. He parted her flesh further with his tongue.
Wendy could feel all of her muscles tensing up. She felt like the explosions of her orgasm were going to start the second Harvey found her clit with that obviously talented tongue of his. He worked his taster into her cunt as deeply as he could and then withdrew, using his forefinger to peel her clitoral foreskin even further away from the center of her womanly pleasure.
Harvey placed his tongue tip directly on her clit and began to flick back and forth. Wendy bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her cunt felt as if it were gushing fluid.
Harvey licked and sucked at her clit as she felt the waves of ecstasy starting at her love button spreading outward to fill her inside and out.
Harvey made her entire vulva spasming with his rapidly flicking tongue tip. His face was wet with pee and natural lubrication by the time the pretty little girl's fantastic climax was through.
When she relaxed and felt her glow she sat back on Harvey's chest. She reached back for his dick and was pleased to find that it was once again growing hard. She lightly scratched at his belly and chest with the tips of her long fingernails. She gently stroked his nipples with the fleshy part of her fingertips, arching her fingers at the knuckles so her nails did not get in the way.
She finally stood and stepped out of the tub. She ordered Harvey to wash his face and meet her in the other room. She still felt flushed as she entered her bedroom.
Wendy immediately went to her closet and reached up to the ton. There, was a shoebox. On top was written in black magic marker: "TOYS."
Wendy opened the box and looked down at the dildo collection Madame Pain had given her. She chose a long thick black rubber dildo.
She chose it because it had an elastic strap or series of straps attached to the base so that she could put it on and wear it like a real cock.
At the base was attached a small plate with rubber pimples on it. The plate fit between her thighs as she strapped the dildo to her mound.
The rubber pimples would massage her clit
perhaps to orgasm as she used the dildo to fuck. When Harvey emerged from the bathroom she ordered him onto the bed.
On his hands and knees.
She knelt behind him.
In her right hand-she held a bottle of baby oil. She squirted baby oil at the top of his ass crack and let gravity do some of the work for her.
The oil dripped down into the cleavage between Harvey's battered ass cheeks. She massaged the oil all around his ass-hole and then squirted fresh oil onto her black rubber dildo. When both the pole and the hole were thoroughly lubricated, Wendy pulled Harvey's ass cheeks open with her left hand as she guided the tip of the ersatz pole to his ass-hole with the other. She found that his ass-hole was completely relaxed and was frankly startled by the ease with which the muscle stretched to take the molded head of the spurious dong.
His ass-hole was hungry to suck up the rubber pole. She shoved it all the way in until he squealed with pain and she could tell she was drawing blood.
She began to fuck him. His ass was loose enough so that she did not have to hold his hips and use his masculine lower torso as leverage to hump.
She had her hands free to do with as she pleased. She cruelly pinched at his tiny male nipples as she lengthened her strokes. She increased the tempo. Harvey could tell that it wouldn't be long before she was using the entire length of the dildo with each stroke. He could tell that it wouldn't be long before she was fucking his ass-hole as hard and fast as she could.
Wendy stopped pinching and pulling at his nipples and reached down to make a fist around his cock. She pumped his dick with his fist so that he could imagine in his mind that he was fucking his own ass-hole. She could feel the rubber pimples at the base of the spurious cock massaging her clitoris to erection. Her feminine arousal was rapidly approaching the saturation point. She could tell that she was soon going to come. She wanted to come before him. She fucked a little faster, slowing her pumping action at his dick. She began to tickle the base of his balls once again with the tips of her nails. She took his testicles in the palm of her hand and squeezed them rhythmically simulating the natural throbbing the sexual subservient was experiencing in his glands of masculinity.
She jerked herself off on the base of the dildo. She plunged the entire length of the rubber rod inside his ass. She did not touch his balls or his cock any longer.
She worked her clit back and forth across the rubber pillows as hard and fast as she could until her mind once again reeled with great physical ecstasy. The tip of the dildo painfully stretched at Harvey's internal tissue, which was of course precisely what the handsome business executive wanted.
She then pulled the dick out of Harvey's ass, leaving him on the edge. He could feel his come uncomfortably retreating to his testicles.
She could see him collapse on his belly.
She slapped his ass hard and told him to get up. She made him lick the blood from inside his ass off the rubber pole just as Comfort had done to her after brutally buggering her poop-chute.
She then removed the dildo and ordered him onto his back. His erect cock was stretched out on his belly. She straddled him and ran her fingertips up and down the underside of his cock. She moved her knees as far apart as she could get them on the bed. She raised her ass a little and lowered her head to him. There would be no more pain. She pressed her mouth over his and they kissed with only their lips for a moment or two. Then they parted their lips and touched the tips of their tongues together. In no time at all they were rolling their tongues together wildly drooling into each other's mouths, drinking each other's saliva, sucking hard at each other's tongues. Wendy ran the tip of Harvey's cock up and down the entire length of her cunt. She rubbed her clit with his piss hole for a second or two. She moved his cock head down to the base of her pussy to the opening and adjusted her hips so that her love tunnel was at the appropriate angle to be penetrated.
She took his cock inside her. All the way.
They began to fuck.
Harvey reached down and held the beautiful black-haired teenager by her dark, round, firm yet supple ass cheeks. He found them to be perfect palmsful.
They fucked slowly at first but quickly worked themselves into a frenzy. They savagely slapped their pubic bones together. Wendy could look down and see her swollen inner cunt lips being pushed and pulled by the girth of Bernard's dick.
They came together, screaming with pleasure. Harvey splattered his thick hump jelly against the stretched back wall of Wendy's quim.
"That's End of the session, Harvey," Wendy said. Her voice was now cheerful and kind. She smiled at him, showing off her pearly white, perfectly straight teeth. Her dark eyes twinkled with almost innocent merriment. They had both gotten off many times, there was no point in suppressing her happiness any longer, Wendy knew. She did not have to maintain her facade of cruelty now that the S and M session was through.
"Thank you very much, Mistress Wendy." Harvey said. He got up off the bed and made one more visit to the John, to wipe the blood from between his ass cheeks with toilet paper. His ass-hole was sore. He knew that he was going to have trouble sitting at the office for the rest of the afternoon. The bleeding inside his bowels had already stopped so he knew that Mistress Wendy had done no serious damage with that huge dong of hers.
Harvey began to get dressed.
When he was neatly dressed he pulled out his wallet and paid the fee. He also gave Mistress Wendy a sizable tip. She thrust the fifty bucks into the top of her black leather corset.
She could tell that being a dominatrix bitch was going to be fun. She thought maybe she should keep a journal. She figured that maybe one day she would want to write a book about all of her wild sexual experiences.
Harvey and Wendy kissed at her door and he found his own way out. A few minutes later Madame Pain knocked gently at the door, her long blonde hair flowing down the back of her pretty dress.
"Come in." Wendy called out. She was sprawled out on her back on the bed her hands folded behind her head. She was gazing upward at the ceiling, her thighs spread. She felt like she would never want to close her legs again-and this was only the beginning of a very busy day for her.
"Hi," Michele said, popping her head into the room. "How did things go? I thought I would make sure you didn't have any problems."
"It was a breeze, Michele," Wendy said, rapidly sitting up. "Everything went very smoothly. It could not have gone smoother. I had a great time."
"I'm glad to hear that," Michele said, stepping into the room so that she hovered over the foot of the bed. "Are you still horny, my love?"
"A little," Wendy said. " Would you like to fool around a little. I have an hour before I have to clean up for my next appointment."
"I was hoping that you would like to strap on that dildo one more time and use it on me. My inner cunt is on fire right now, really."
"That sounds like fun. Maybe I will begin to understand how a man feels when he is plowing hard into a woman's cunt," Wendy said.
Michele quickly got out of her clothes as
Wendy washed the dildo off with plenty of soap and water and strapped it around her hips. When she returned to the bedroom Michele was on her back with her legs spread. The sides of her pussy and the cleavage between her milky white ass cheeks had been shaved clean of their short and curly blonde hairs. Her only pubic hair was above her slit and even this hair had been trimmed so that it grew in a neat triangle, looking like an arrow indicating the location of her clitoral foreskin.
Michele and Wendy kissed on the bed. They rubbed their tits together. Michele tits looked to Wendy like two scoops of vanilla ice cream each coming with their very own cherry on top.
Wendy rolled on top of the head of the dominatrix whorehouse and eased the dildo into the woman's cunt. It felt strange and good for Wendy to be fucking another woman.
They fucked slowly for a long time letting their feminine arousals grow to their respective saturation points gradually. Then Wendy began to fuck harder. She felt Michele lifting her legs. Michele wrapped her legs around Wendy's ass and began to thrash upward with her flat loins each time the black-haired girl thrashed downward with the dildo so that their soft bellies slapped together, beating out the increasing tempo of the lesbian fuck.
They worked their simultaneous fucking motion so that they came at the same tune. They kissed gently and basked in the afterglow they shared.
CHAPTER NINE
Wendy Wellington ended up working at Madame Pain's House of Agony for a little over a year, during which time she made plenty of money.
She was never mistreated. She earned enough cash to buy a car, which one of the other girls at the house taught her how to drive.
The week after Wendy had her driver's license she told Madame Pain that she had decided to leave. She had been giving the matter a good deal of thought.
She wasn't meant to be a hooker a dominatrix or a slave. She was a rich girl, appropriately born into the leisure class. She wanted to go home.
Even with her newfound success she was not as happy as she had been when she was living at home, partying with her friends, never worrying about earning a living.
Wendy liked the days when she didn't have to do anything if she didn't want to and she didn't have those sort of days anymore.
"Do you think that your father will take you back?" Michele asked Wendy as they parted on a spring morning. It was a Saturday.
"I am going to have to make him take me back one way or the other," the pretty little black-haired girl said. She had matured but she looked no older.
Wendy Wellington could tell that she was going to be one of those girls who got asked for proof of age in bars when she was well into her twenties.
Wendy climbed into her new car which was actually a used car and only new to her-and, after kissing Michele good-bye one more time, drove away.
On her front seat was a map of the nation.
She had already decided on her route. I-80. The same way she came. She took off with the sun rising over the hood of her car.
In the little town of Lovelock, Wyoming Wendy was pleased to encounter a minor league baseball game. The Lovelock Gulls were playing the Salt Lake City Bluebirds.
Wendy didn't care much for baseball, but she loved baseball players. She had spent a year doing a lot of fucking and not much getting fucked.
She decided that taking on three strong jocks all at the same time would get her back into the swing of things. She had never done it before.
It had been one of her fantasies for years, ever since the party when she was busted. There was a girl at that party who took on three men at once. She looked like she was having a great deal of fun.
Wendy had always wondered what it felt like to have three cocks inside her at the same time. She wondered if she would have trouble finding three adequate men who were willing to do that to her.
She guessed not. She knew that she was a very foxy young lady. A lot of guys would give a toe to fuck her. None would care if they had to share.
Beside, baseball players were rumored to be a kinky lot who liked to play sex as a team the same way they played on the diamond together.
Wendy parked her car in the parking lot and went into the tiny ballpark to watch the game. There were about six hundred people in the stands. There were many pretty girls. Wendy should have anticipated competition.
She spotted three guys on the Bluebirds who appealed to her. In her scorecard she discovered that they were named MacIntyre Symms, Lorenzo Swift and Bud Sparadigm. They were all hunky and blonde and they all played on the same team.
The Bluebirds won the game 5-4 when Symms got a home run in the bottom of the ninth inning. Wendy wondered under the stands and found the entrance to the home clubhouse.
When MacIntyre Symms finally emerged from the clubhouse Wendy took his arm and walked him slowly to her car. Other girls looked very disappointed.
"Can I buy you a drink for winning the ballgame?" Wendy asked. A ear-to-ear grin crossed the handsome blonde's face. He nodded silently.
Wendy kissed him gently on the mouth and then ran the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across her lower lip. He shivered with delight. She could tell that he was getting a boner inside his trousers.
"You wanna go to the hotel?" MacIntyre said. He had a southern drawl and didn't sound terribly bright. Wendy did not care. Brains did not fuck.
"Look, I am a peculiar young lady, MacIntyre. I just can't be sexually satisfied with one man," Wendy said. He could feel her hot moist breath on his parted lips. The tone of her purring voice made thick layers of gooseflesh form up and down the sides of his backbone.
"You can't?"
"Uh uh," Wendy said, shaking her head from side to side. "I need three man to satisfy me. One cock for each of my holes. Do you think you can get two of your buddies to come to the hotel with us?"
"Sure thing."
"Can you get Lorenzo Swift and Bud Sparadigm?" Wendy asked.
"Bud's got a wife, but I don't think that makes any difference."
"Good, MacIntyre. Hurry back," Wendy said. She climbed in her car.
In less than a minute all three of the jocks she had chosen were in her car. They gave her directions to the hotel on the other side of Lovelock.
Lovelock was a diminutive community, but not so small that it didn't have an "adult" hotel for people who want to do something other than spend the night.
They all checked into a room together and Wendy could feel herself getting very horny. The boy's all seemed nice. They were college age, as she would have been if she had continued with school.
They weren't smart but they weren't evil and she could tell that they weren't going to hurt her. She thought they would want to pick up beer before they went to the hotel or something but none of them mentioned. They were too anxious to get her naked so they could each have a crack at one of her holes.
Wendy suggested that they all get naked as soon as they entered the room, explaining that she was heading to the East Coast and she wasn't the sort of girl to beat around the bush anyway.
Wendy was pleased to see that all three of them already had erections when they pulled down their drawers. She guessed that she could save a whole lot of time by assigning them which holes they would be allowed to fuck. After fourteen months as a professional dominatrix bitch Wendy Wellington had no difficulty giving commands to men. The athletes obeyed her orders without saying a word of defiance. They were too busy beaming at their luck to say anything that might piss Wendy off. Lovelock had groupies but they were the same ones every game and most of them were a little on the ragged side a little worse for wear and tear. Wendy was fresh blood and exciting to look at, exciting to smell. The three Bluebirds could tell that she was going to be exciting to touch as well.
Wendy told MacIntyre Symms that he was going to get to fuck her in the cunt. The hero of the day's game seemed very pleased with this.
Wendy told Lorenzo Swift that he would get to fuck her in the ass. He said that he had always been an ass man and liked the rocky road.
Wendy told Bud Sparadigm that he was going to have to settle for her mouth. He didn't mind. He said that he couldn't look at her mouth without wondering what it felt like wrapped around the head of his cock.
MacIntyre got on the hotel bed on his back so that his cock was sprawled on his belly, the tip resting between his bellybutton and his nipples.
The entire length of his cock was bobbing up and down as if it were doing some sort of modern dance. Wendy moved so that she was straddling him. She caressed his chest. She kissed his face his mouth. They touched the tips of their tongues together.
She worked her fingertips between his belly and the top of his cock shaft and lifted the tip. She curled her fingers and formed a cradle for his dick. She then made a fist around his cock. She gently rubbed his balls and moved the tip of his prick to her slit.
She covered the head of his cock with her natural lubrication and moved his glans to her opening. She began to take him inside. He was big enough to fill her up. None of them were exactly tiny but MacIntyre had the biggest dick of the three. She slid down his pole until her inner cunt lips were gripping his urgently erect phallus at the base. When she leaned forward she could feel her nipples touching his chest and her clit throbbing directly against the base of his boner.
She kicked her legs out straight behind her, straightening her knees. Her ass cheeks were in the air, slightly parted. Lorenzo knelt beside her ass and opened her cheeks. He spit on his hand and smeared saliva all over her bung. He put spittle on the entire length of his erection as well. He put excess mouth water on the head of his cock, so that she felt the droplets falling onto the back of her smooth thigh. He then mounted her. She felt like they were making a little girl sandwich on stud.
Lorenzo held her ass cheeks apart and moved the head of his cock to her nether eye. He began to push. Wendy knew that there was only a thin wall of tissue between her bowels and her inner cunt. She knew that this wall was going to be stretched particularly thin by the double penetration. She knew that MacIntyre and Lorenzo were going to be able to feel each other's cocks through that wall as they fucked her at the same time and she wondered if this sensation was going to enhance or stifle their sexual pleasure.
Lorenzo gave a sharp stab with his cock and Wendy could feel her ass-hole stretching to take him. Her anus was on fire with desire. She urged him to push inside faster so they could get on with it. It had been decided that none of them would start fucking until all three of them were inside. Penetration was going to be difficult enough for the final two without having to aim at a moving target.
Lorenzo pushed in as fast as he could, but still had to grunt and huff and puff to accomplish the job. She was very tight in there.
But Lorenzo finally managed to get the entire length of his cock inside her so that her puckerless ass-hole was gripping his dong at the hilt. He drew no blood. Wendy had toughened up inside her bowels after repeated sodomy and no longer bled each time she was taken up the poop-chute. She didn't feel the pain in her anus that she had felt say, when Comfort fucked her up Tootsie-Roll Boulevard.
Wendy couldn't believe how good it felt to have two cocks in her at the same time and there was still one more prick to enter.
Wendy straightened her neck and relaxed the muscles at the sides of her face. She dropped her jaw and allowed her mouth to fall gaping open.
Bud moved so that he was kneeling at the head of the back, the tip of his dong bobbing up and down urgently, directly in front of Wendy's anxiously waiting and beautiful face.
He pushed the head of his cock into her mouth and she strained her neck further. It was at this point that Bud realized he didn't have to stop there. He realized that he did not have to be contented with having just the head of his dick sucked as he always had before. He could tell that the little black-haired girl wanted the whole fucking salami!
Wendy curled her sensuous lips over her pearly white teeth so she would not risk biting Bud as he took her orally with his huge erection.
Bud continued to push forward until her lips were gripping at the base of his dick. He could feel his balls pressing against her chin.
She had done it! She had taken three cocks at the same time! She was very proud of herself. She felt like she was going to start coming right away.
Wendy felt as if the internal explosions were going to start the second those three dicks began to work in and out of their respective holes.
Wendy did not have to cue them. They all behaved as if they had performed this form of group sex many times in the past. They began to fuck.
They began to fuck in sync with one another. Each pulled his dick out of his hole slowly and didn't stop until only the head was inside.
Then at precisely the same time they stabbed their cocks back inside and Wendy felt as if she were coming several places at the same time.
She could feel her clitoris spasming as MacIntyre's cock drew the clitoral foreskin back and forth across that little man in the boat.
She could feel the inside of her pussy convulsing as MacIntyre's cock head repeatly rammed against the puckered mouth of her womb.
Wendy could feel the inside of her ass exploding with pleasure. Her colon was spasming around Lorenzo's dick as he worked it in and out.
Wendy found herself wondering if she would ever learn how to come in her throat. She doubted it. She wished her inner gullet was more erogenous.
They all started out fucking very slowly and steadily increased the tempo of the fuck as they went along. They kept in sync with one another throughout the triple hump. Wendy came more times than she could possibly count. Her ass-hole and her cunt hole felt like a single hole being fucked by two cocks.
She screamed and made a fuss. The boys were so in tune with one another that they even managed to shoot their wads at the same time.
Come splattered in her ass.
Jism filled her cunt. Silver seed tilled her mouth, oozed from the corners of her mouth and rolled down onto her chin to cool.
CHAPTER TEN
Wendy sat in her car in the front seat in an underground parking garage directly below her father's office building. He had not seen her in a long time.
Wendy took deep breaths and tried to build up her courage. She finally got out of the car, locked it and headed for the elevator.
She had irrational fears that the man would not recognize her. She feared that he would have the police come and arrest her. But she couldn't stay away.
Wendy had to return to the nest. Part of her was still sixteen years old. Part of her still needed her Daddy very much indeed. She sighed.
The elevator seemed like it was going to take forever to get upstairs. Wendy was dressed in a demure frilly dress and flat shoes.
She did not want to show up at her father's office after being missing for many months dressed like the vampish whore that she was.
Wendy took a special deep breath before entering her father's office. She did not bother to announce herself to the receptionist outside.
She marched right in.
"Wendy!" Harold Wellington said, standing up suddenly behind his desk. He looked weary and relieved at the same time. She was pleased to see that he was not angry.
"Hi. Daddy," Wendy said sweetly. She could feel her face burning as she flushed. She could feel her heart pounding. Her belly was filled with butterflies.
"It has been so long. We have been so worried about you. We heard that you were bailed out by a pimp and we thought you were dead or worse."
"I wish you had come bailed me out that night." Wendy said. "But now I just want you to take me back. I don't even want to talk about what has happened."
"Of course. I will be glad to take you back. Come here and give your Daddy a hug," the man said. He walked around his desk and held out his arms.
Wendy ran to him and pressed her tits against his chest. She reached up and placed her dainty hands at the back of his thick, strong neck.
He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and held her close to him. They could feel the head radiating from each other's bodies.
Then they both felt something that they had not anticipated. Lust. They felt as incestuous lust at the same time building up in their loins.
Wendy wanted to take her father sexually right there in the office just to thank him for letting her come back home where she belonged.
And the pretty little black-haired girl could tell by the way her father was breathing that he wouldn't mind too much if she did just that.
Wendy planted a wet kiss right on her father's mouth. It was not a kiss between a father and a daughter any longer. This was a kiss between lovers.
Wendy allowed her lips to linger on his and was glad when he offered his tongue. The kiss ended up lasting for a very long time. She could feel his crotch against her thigh.
She could feel the bulge that was forming there. She knew that this was wrong. She was breaking one of society's strictest rules.
And she didn't care.
Fuck society, she thought.
She wanted it!
When the kiss was over Wendy dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor of her father's office and her fingers went for his belt.
Harold Wellington pressed a button on top of his intercom and told his secretary that he would not be taking any calls for the rest of the day.
He then pressed a button next to his intercom system that automatically locked the door to his private office. Wendy got the impression that he had fucked here before.
She unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers and pulled the zipper to his fly all the way to the bottom. She untucked his shirt as he removed his ties.
She pulled his pants and his underwear all the way down to his ankles. She was pleased to see that her Daddy had a great big cock.
And big balls too. She immediately began to kiss and lick and bite at the insides of his thighs. She used her fingertips to pin his dick to his belly.
She licked his balls.
She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across his scrotal sack. Then the little girl switched to the flat part of her tongue.
Daddy moaned.
She sucked his balls. She sucked and licked at his swollen glands of masculinity at the same time. She licked the underside of his cock shaft.
She licked the head.
Wendy flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across the swollen lips astride her father's piss hole. His muscles tensed.
He moaned.
She made a fist around the base of his cock and began to pump at the stalk. She relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth very, very wide.
She began to suck him.
She sucked only at the head of his cock at first, licking at his urethra, wrapping her lips around the base of his purple glans tightly.
Then she relaxed her throat.
She took the entire length of his cock into her gullet and began to bob back and forth with her head and shoulders. She took his balls in the palm of her free hand.
She squeezed his nuts.
She could tell that she wasn't going to have to suck him for long to make him come. In less than a minute he was tensed and shivering. He bit his lip.
He tossed back his head and shivered as if he were trying to shudder his way right out of his skin. His cock grew a little bit harder.
Wendy pulled her head back.
She moved her upper torso so that only the head of his cock was inside her mouth. She wanted the come to splatter directly onto her tongue.
And that was what it did.
She puffed out her cheeks and began to swallow the stuff down immediately. She loved the way it slithered down her gullet toward her belly.
She sucked until his come was over.
When she had finished drinking down his sperm she stood and her father licked up the come that had spilled onto her small dark chin.
They kissed again.
He then lifted the little girl right up off her feet and set her ass on the side of his desk. He opened her legs and lifted her dress.
He removed her panties and sniffed them before tossing them aside. He began to lick at her pussy gently. But soon his laving was eager.
He pushed his tongue deep inside her cunt and then licked up to her clit. He only had to lick there for a short while before Wendy came.
By the time the little girl had orgasmed, the man's cock was beginning to grow once again. He left her on the desk with her legs spread and stood.
He pumped his own dick as he guided the growing head to the mouth of her love tunnel. Wendy was about to get fucked by her own father!
He pushed forward.
He entered her.
He didn't stop pushing forward with his lower torso until his entire dick was inside her poontang.
And he didn't stop fucking his daughter until she had come more times than she could possibly count.
EPILOGUE
This was the beginning of a brand new phase in the relationship between Wendy Wellington and her long lost father.
He took her back into his house with open arms. He set her up as his mistress, and they fucked every chance they got.
Wendy was anxious to show her father the many tricks she had learned. She showed him many times how she could take a cock in her throat.
She allowed him to fuck her cunt in every position possible. Harold Wellington found that he liked doggie-style the best.
One time, while the man was fucking his daughter from the rear, he pulled his cock out of her cunt before he came.
His dick was slippery with the little girl's cunt juice already so he moved the head of his dick to her ass-hole.
The little girl was very excited. She could tell that her handsome father was going to give it to her up the ass.
He was going to bugger her.
Sodomize her.
Fuck her in the poop-chute!
He pressed the head of his cock against the mouth of the little girl's rectum and she relaxed her anus completely.
The little girl could feel her ass-hole opening so that all of the puckers in the sphincter were smoothed.
The head of his cock pressed inside so that her tight bung was gripping at the base of his purple glans.
He pressed the throbbing head of his cock past her sphincter and right up into her screaming colon flesh.
She pushed back with her ass cheeks as he pressed forward with his loins, and soon his cock was all the way inside.
He began to fuck her slowly and the little girl could feel the pleasure grow with each forward stab.
She came a little closer to orgasm with each penetration. Her bliss became more intense with each violation.
Soon they were fucking like bunnies. He was reaming her as hard as he could and she was loving it immensely!
His cock began to spasm at the exact same time as her bowels. They screamed aloud together with shared bliss.
He shot his wad inside her bowels as she used the muscles astride her colon to suck his balls dry.
He had fucked her in all three holes. After that they began to play games with one another. She dressed up in sexy lingerie for him every once in a while.
They liked to take long hot baths with one another. He liked to slip a bar of soap right up inside her cunt hole.
Wendy would then stand up with the soap inside her and squat obscenely. She would contract her internal muscles.
She could make the bar of soap squirt back out of her fuck hole with remarkable force making a big splash in the water.
They both laughed when they played the little soap game, because they thought it looked as if Wendy were laying as egg each time she squirted out the soap.
Sometimes Wendy gave her father a sensuous hand job as they sat facing one another in the white porcelain tub.
He would scream as he came and Wendy liked the way his come looked as it spurted high up into the air.
They called this playing "Up Periscope." Wendy liked the way the come looked as it floated around in the water, alive!
