"Make her do it, Sandra! Make her suck my cunt like I sucked hers!" Lulu Forbes cried, wildly rubbing her fingers through the downy fur that barely covered the youthful pink slit of her twelve-year-old pussy.
"Suck her, Cynthia!" Sandra Benz said, holding the dark-haired thirteen-year-old by the shoulder and pushing her toward Lulu's naked body.
"Sure I liked it," the struggling girl said. "But I came twice, an' I don't feel like sucking her cunt now!"
"SUCK HER!" Sandra cried, and slapped Cynthia hard across the face.
"YOU CUNT!" the thirteen-year-old spat. "Just because you're sixteen and the oldest girl in this fucking orphanage, you think you run the place!"
Sandra smiled. Her mind clicked. No, she thought, I don't run it yet, but I will. One of these days, I will. "If you don't suck Lulu's cunt, Cynthia, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."
"Make her suck me, Sandra. Make her!"
"Go ahead, Cynthia, do like Lulu says."
"What if Mrs. Crane comes in and catches us?" Cynthia replied.
"If that bitch comes in, I'll take care of her," Sandra answered. "Now get up on the table, Lulu, so Cynthia can get at your pussy!"
Cynthia watched Lulu climb onto the table. She saw the younger girl's cuntlips open as Lulu spread her legs and bent her knees in the air.
Lulu lay on her back with her tiny asscheeks hanging a few inches over the table's edge. Her cunt was well exposed when Lulu caught herself behind each knee and drew them up to her tits.
"She needs a boy's cock," Cynthia grumbled, "just like we all do around here, instead of each other's tongues."
"She'll get one. We'll all get one," Sandra said.
"As soon as they get the boys dorm built. Now SUCK LULU'S PUSSY!"
Lulu was still holding her knees against her tits. Her little pussy was opening and closing now in anticipation. It looked like an oyster, all pink and fleshy, and it was wet from her finger. She was ready.
Cynthia moved to the table, her eyes fixed on the gaping lips of the girl's dripping young cunt. "I really have to, huh?"
"Yes," Sandra breathed, feeling heat rise in her own cunt at the scene about to take place. More than fucking and sucking herself, Sandra Benz loved to force others to do it so she could watch. She knew Cynthia would do as she was told, even if she hated to, and she felt she wouldn't mind it so much once Lulu started coming. Sandra knew from personal experience the feeling one got by taking command of a responsive body.
"Just kiss it easy," she ordered the reluctant girl. "You don't have to suck hard. Try it!"
Cynthia slowly got on her knees. She eased her head forward until Lulu was within reach of her mouth. Sandra saw her kiss Lulu squarely over the tiny pussy opening. Lulu jerked, her reflexes built up by the thought that she was finally going to get a good come on another girl's mouth.
Lulu had never had a cock. She wanted to, and she'd tried, but her pussy was too small for her father's and her brother's cocks. They had both tried to fuck her. That was why she had been sent to Mabel Crane's orphanage and home for wayward girls.
Again the lips hit her pussy. Lulu groaned and hunched her wet slit into the girl's face. "Oh, shit, DO IT! SUCK!"
Cynthia jumped back, her head rising. She looked at the pussy she had just touched with her lips. It quivered and little beads of moisture appeared around the opening. Lulu had almost come from the brief contact.
"Do it more! Come on, Cynthia, do me more!" Her squeaky voice was pitched high as she begged. "Make me come!"
"That wasn't so bad, was it, Cynthia? Do it again, a little longer this time." Sandra was feeling for Lulu now, knowing how desperate she was. No one could mistake the signs. Her pink insides had turned a deep red, and the nipples of her tits were like spikes. Lulu was hurting, even Cynthia knew that.
Cynthia did as she was instructed. She moved her head forward slowly as she had before, not touching Lulu anywhere with her hands. She used them to brace her forward movement by placing them on the table's edge on each side of Lulu's hips. Her elbows bent as she dipped her head. Once again she centered Lulu's young pussy with a kiss, holding it a few seconds even though the tiny body shot upwards against her pressing lips, and the small legs tried to capture Cynthia's head and hold it in place.
"Oh God, oh my God! Ohhhh, I'm coming!" Lulu's voice reached a shriek. Cynthia's head had backed away again, but Lulu kept on, like a car starting down hill with the motor off. She spouted several times, the cream moving down the crease between her asscheeks to her asshole. Cynthia stared at the trickling cunt juice, then raised her eyes to Sandra's.
"Would you look at that. Did I do it?"
Sandra laughed. "You sure did, baby. You stay in there a little longer and that will look like a creek compared to the Mississippi River!"
Suddenly Cynthia was elated that she had been able to bring another girl off so well. She slipped her head back between Lulu's quivering thighs and rammed her tongue into the pulsing slit.
Cynthia, just as Sandra had predicted, didn't hesitate any more. She used her hands now, spreading Lulu wide as she answered Lulu's begging voice with pure animal lust. The tiny form jerked again and again as she was sucked. She mewled and moaned wantonly, wailed and yelled as Cynthia explored her little cavern from one end to the other.
Sandra knew when Cynthia found the sensitive little clit because Lulu really went wild. She bucked so hard she came off the table right on top of Cynthia, her spread thighs never leaving the torturing mouth as Cynthia fell over backwards with Lulu riding her to the floor. She straddled the bigger girl's head and wailed at the ceiling. Sandra had made Lulu come a hundred times with her fingers during previous sessions, but this surpassed anything she had ever done for her.
Cynthia's dress had worked its way past her hips as she struggled to hold in place. Sandra saw the great mass of black cunt hair covering Cynthia's tender young pussy mound. It made the older girl's mouth water with a need to suck cunt.
Cynthia's cunt fur was bushy, but soft and long, running high above her pussy, reaching almost to her dimpled navel. Sandra was gazing at this and at the wide flare of Cynthia's hips as her hand crept down the front of her jeans to finger her own cunt. When she found her clit with struggling fingers, every pussy and every cock that she had ever sucked flashed before her eyes and she wished that they were all right there in the dorm so she could fuck and suck them all over again...
* * *
Sandra Benz, at fifteen, had fucked every boy she had dated; and there were many. When she took a summer job in Martin Elkins' drug store she suddenly decided that she would rather fuck men than boys. And the first man she wanted to take on was Martin Elkins.
The fact that he was twenty years older than she and was very shy made no difference. She had seen Elkins take a piss one afternoon through a partially opened John door.
That did make a difference. Martin Elkins was hung like a bull, and Sandra wanted that bull-dick filling up her young hot pussy.
Elkins could sense the sexual attractiveness of his young blonde employee and he did want to respond. But it was a small town, and he did have a wife and three children.
He managed to keep his hands off Sandra for three weeks. Then, taking her home one night after closing the store late, he could resist no longer.
And it was no wonder. At fifteen, Sandra looked and acted like a twenty-year-old. She was a striking blonde with her hair nearly always cascading loosely over her shoulders to caress her oversized, firm tits. And those tits filled out a blouse like nothing Elkins had ever seen before.
They had been driving for several minutes when Sandra moved slightly in her seat. He heard the soft rustle as her stockinged legs rubbed against each other. He glanced sideways and saw that in changing her position her skirt had risen just enough to reveal the smooth, rounded flesh of her thighs. There was another wriggle and to his intense pleasure he saw a little more of the top of her leg exposed to his view.
? Then the young girl's legs fell open and one knee brushed against his hand where it rested on the seat.
"Oh I'm so sorry, Miss Benz," he apologized, and glanced at her. She was staring straight ahead into the darkness, but for a second he thought he could see a quiver of a smile playing around the corner of her mouth. As he turned his eyes back to the road, she answered.
"What for, Mr. Elkins?"
"For touching your knee, just then," he replied. "Oh?"
"Yes, Miss Benz. I don't want you to think I'm getting fresh."
Sandra turned in the seat to face him. "Why not?"
"What?" He glanced over. The dash lights spilled up between her parted thighs and he could see the blonde fur of her pussy through her thin panties. "Jesus."
"If we could find a place to park, I'd love to suck your cock, Mr. Elkins."
"You... you mean that?" the man stuttered.
"You bet I do," Sandra replied easily.
Elkins, feeling suddenly bold, slid his arm along the back of the seat, until his fingers were on the upper part of her arm, then he steadily drew her towards him. She came easily, with a rustle of her undergarments to fan the flame of his rising passion. Her mouth parted, her moist lips trembling as she sighed, then they met in a long, passionate kiss with his.
Their lips seemed to throb with an intense heat as they tasted each other, pressed into each other and then parted to allow their tongues to meet and tingle at the contact.
For what seemed hours their mouths were fused together as they tasted each other's breath and saliva-wet tongues. Then, gasping, they broke apart. Sandra had twisted around on the seat so far that her leg had bent and pressed against his rising cockmeat.
"Oh my God," he gasped, barely able to keep the car on the road.
"What's the matter, Martin?"
"Jesus, Sandra, you're... you're only... "
"Fifteen, but I'll bet my pussy has tasted more cock than your prick has cunt."
"Oh, God, God, God... "
"You're hard, Martin. I can feel your meat with my leg."
"I know. Oh God, it is tempting... you're so beautiful."
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she teased. "Yes, oh hell yes, I do!"
"Then hurry! Find a place and I'll take good care of this." She reached into his lap and squeezed his rapidly rising dick.
It took Elkins less than ten minutes to find a motel, register, and get his youthful find into a room.
v Without any overture Sandra pulled off her blouse, skirt and pantyhose, and posed for him in black panties and bra.
"Jesus, you're so beautiful," Elkins gasped, stripping his own body down to his shorts.
"You think so, huh?"
"Yes."
"Do you really want my body... my tits, my ass, my cunt, Martin?"
Her language drove him wild. "Oh yes, God, yes! ! want you more than I've ever wanted another woman!"
"Well, you're gonna have to work for me, Martin."
"Huh? I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"I mean, you asshole, that I'm a little kinky. And if you want to fuck me, then you've got to be a little kinky, too."
Then, with the speed of a striking cobra, her hand flashed out and exploded against his face with a crack. Martin uttered a startled cry, then plunged after her. He flung himself at her and sent her sprawling on the bed. As he fell too, she lashed out again with her legs and arms. The battle lasted for almost half an hour as she fought like a wildcat, her nails gouging strips of skin from his back, her knees thrashing wildly trying to inflict pain, while all the time he sought to pin her ass to the bed.
Finally he mastered her, tiring her, and found himself sitting on her tits, his knees pinning her arms to the bed and his own hands free.
"Now I've got you," he snarled.
"You bastard," she spat venomously.
"Call me a bastard will you," he growled.
With a snarl she spat up into his face.
"Why, you lousy bitch!" he roared, and hit her again and again until she was moaning with the pain and tears were streaming down her face. Then he jumped up and dragged her upright.
"Now I'll see this fucking body of yours, you bloody bitch. Strip!"
She made no move.
"Strip, you fancy-titted whore, or I'll knock you silly!"
This time Sandra began to pull down her bra. As the black cups came away, her tits rose in glorious, thrusting splendor to his gaze, the hard nipples pouting enticingly.
Then her belly-flat and smooth-her cunt mound, and finally the gulf of her cunt slit appeared. As her panties fell to the floor and she looked up, he pushed her so she fell limply to the bed, flat on her face, her luscious buttocks rising up like two sand dunes in a flat desert.
Elkins glanced around the room for something to use on her and spotted his belt. He ripped it from his pants and turned again to her ass. To his surprise, she was wiggling her creamy asscheeks in invitation and smiling at him over her shoulder.
"Yes, lover, beat me!" she moaned. "Beat my fucking ass bloody!"
The idea of beating a woman before fucking her had always been in the back of shy Martin Elkins's mind, but he had never thought he would ever have the opportunity, least of all with a fifteen-year-old beauty like Sandra Benz.
He dropped to his knees beside her on the bed and raised the belt.
But then he paused.
"Oh God, Sandra, are you sure?"
"Yes, you SON-OF-A-BITCH, I'm sure!" she screeched, running her hand beneath her belly to find the wet furrow of her cunt. "BEAT ME, you lily-livered fucker!"
Elkins brought the belt down hard across her taut ass-globes. Her whole body jerked but she uttered no sound, and this infuriated him so much that he struck at her white ass in a fury.
Savagely he thrashed the luscious, quivering buttocks while Sandra squirmed with the pain. On. and on he went until his eyes could see only the blur of her ass cheeks through the haze of his fury. Then even that vanished and he lashed indiscriminately at her back, ass and legs until, with a groan she rolled over and offered the front of her lovely body for his pain-inflicting.
As the belt hit her belly, thighs and tits, she began to squirm in agony and ecstasy until, with a great cry of sheer abandoned rapture, she shuddered and achieved a cunt-shattering orgasm.
Then she lay still, quite still.
"Are... are you all right?" Elkins gasped.
"No. Now I want your cock," she gasped, and tugged at his shorts until his huge meat popped free and bobbed, dripping cum, inches from her parted red lips.
"You gonna suck me?"
"Dry, you mother-fucker," Sandra hissed.
With a fierce tug she pulled him towards her, then sank her open mouth over the head of his gorged cock and began to suck him feverishly. This was too much for him and as the suction of her warm mouth began, his balls boiled over.
"Fuck me!" Sandra mumbled around the meat in her mouth.
"How? You got my cock in your mouth!"
"With your fist, you silly shit! Ram your whole arm up my cunt! FIST-FUCK ME!"
Martin reached up with his hand and while he was just pressing against the soft cuntlips, he made a fist. Then he pushed against her cunt, driving his fist with all the force in his arm up into her body. At the same time, he lunged upward with his hips, sending the knob of his cock as far as it would go down her throat.
Sandra groaned and gulped, but kept lowering her cunt over his fist until she could see only his arm sticking out of her pussy.
She gasped for air and gagged as his cock filled her mouth and throat with cum. The sound was coupled with the slurping, sucking motion of his fist pounding in and out of her burning, clasping cunt.
At last the hard ridge of his wrist against her clit did its work. Her cunt erupted in a spasming orgasm.
She barely came down from her high when she rolled from his body and started pulling his head down to her cunt. "Now eat me! Eat my pussy until your dick gets hard enough to fuck it!"
The way this girl-this child-commanded him made Elkins angry. But the way her beautiful body lay, stretched out under his, made lust and desire overcome anger.
Seeing her there so close, so available and inviting, with her melon-like tits nearly in his sweating face, caused a quickening of his pulse. New tingles of desire shot through his balls. His cock jumped into another arousal. His eyes were fastened on the rise and fall of her huge tits, on the softly swelling mound of her tight young cunt and the wild ecstasy it offered.
Breathing heavily herself, Sandra pressed her young, hot body tightly against him. Her mouth found his and ground hard against it. Her hot, wet tongue lashed between his lips, a ton of her desire blending against his own. She fucked his mouth with her tongue until he returned the pressure.
She pulled her head back up from his and sighed deeply. "Oh, lover," she said, and pressed his hands over her magnificent tits. She felt an aching need for him rise from the closeness of his body. It quickly built into a crescendo of desire. She reached down and closed her hand hotly over his pulsating cock.
That did it.
Elkins suddenly forgot the fact that he'd never eaten a woman, even his own wife. This girl-child made him forget that his wife existed. If Sandra wanted his tongue in her pussy, then he was a slave to do it.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. His lips locked on hers again, his tongue probing the moistness of her mouth. His teeth rubbed hard against hers in the firmness of their intense embrace.
Her reply was swift and to the point. Her own tongue snaked between his teeth, pushed hard against his and swirled in desire around his mouth. Her arms clamped together behind his back. Their mutual passions came together like twin bolts of instant lightning. In a moment they were ground together, breath coming hard and fast, their bodies aching to touch, to burrow into one another.
The two of them suddenly yearned to fuck each other in a blinding rage of savage passion.
Sandra tried to slow down, to ease her frantic impatience just a little, in order to keep the upper hand. But it was useless. A man's touch, his stiff cock running hotly along her thighs-the feel of his hard meat on her smooth soft flesh sent rippling currents of desire through her body.
Her nipples were firm and jutting. She could feel them burning into his chest.
Still locked as if in combat, his lips left the sweetness of her mouth and traced a path of warm kisses across her cheek to her neck. His hand crept up the long, smooth length of her inner thigh. Slowly but surely, Martin eased his fingers closer to the soft furry mound of Sandra's pussy.
His lips moved to her jutting, pointy tits. He nipped a taut nipple between his teeth, making her shiver with the tingles that cracked through her soft, young flesh. His hand moved slowly to her navel and dipped into it, then continued across her flat, hard tummy. Sandra moaned as his fingers moved closer and closer to her golden pubic hairs. His hand dipped between her firm thighs and she spread them for him. One finger slid along the lips of her pussy and she began to move her rounded ass uncontrollably.
"Bring your knees up, baby," Elkins whispered.
She did so immediately. His thumb and forefinger spread her tight pink lips apart. He found her little clit standing and waiting. His finger attacked it, whirling around it, pressing it and flattening it.
Sandra's body was on fire. She heaved and bucked, spreading her legs as far apart as she could, working her butt frantically as he drove to bring on her orgasm. She moaned and groaned as they worked.
"No," she suddenly hissed.
"What?"
"I don't want to be fingered! I want to be fucked... by your tongue and your prick!"
"Whatever you want, baby." Martin slid down her creamy belly, pausing briefly to poke his tongue into her navel. Then he was prowling between her thighs. As his face came into steaming contact with the soft, sweet hairy lips between her quivering thighs, he knew that she was, indeed, a gem all over.
Two pink pussy lips peeked out from a tangle of soft blonde hair, and his fingers probed. The lips divided, revealing a pink, puffy interior.
As his tongue and his mouth began to explore, he heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her sticky juices cascade from her cunthole and run in tiny streams over his chin.
"Yes, yes, eat it! Eat it, you prick!" she gasped.
Sandra opened her legs and clasped them behind his neck. Seeing the beautiful cunt between her creamy thighs, Martin flattened himself and buried, his mouth at the entrance to her torrid pussy. He was lying at an angle to her and saw her reach for the belt he had dropped.
It felt like a bolt of lightning across the cheeks of his ass. He started to pull his tongue out of her cunthole but she grabbed his hair and held him in place.
"No, no, you asshole!" she gasped. "Don't stop! Eat me, EAT ME! JUST KEEP EATING ME WHILE I BEAT YOU RAW!"
Elkins winced. He wasn't even being beaten by a woman, but by a girl. But the wild aroma of her pussy glued to his mouth drove him on. He checked the cry that came into his throat, and instead buried his mouth against her cunt. He was! quickly forced to use his mouth harder as she began to rain blow after blow on him in time with her writhing, fast-increasing passion.
Soon her cunt and erect clit were on fire with her orgasm while his ass bucked and writhed under her blows.
Then she uttered a cry of "NOW!" and he rolled on top of her, his cock stabbing straight at her ruby-lipped cunt opening.
"Take it, cunt!" he yelled.
With a grunt he thrust its length half-way into the clinging sheath. Then, as her legs rose to clamp around his back and her nails clawed more flesh from his shoulders, he thrust again and filled her to the brim with his balls hard against the underside of her ass and the tip of his prick against the back of her cunt.
Then in furious lust, he fucked her harder than she had ever experienced in her well-oiled cunt before. As his big cock rose and fell in he cunt, Sandra urged her hips in time with his thrusts until they were working at each other with incredible speed.
The constant rubbing of his stiff, thick dick on her clit quickly made her come, then again, and yet again she shuddered in the throes of cunt-emptying orgasms while he pounded her willing cunthole, never relaxing as her hungry channel clung to the massive cock it was trying to devour.
"Come with me!" Sandra cried. "Come with me this time, you asshole! FILL MY PUSSY WITH JUICE!"
And he did, exploding spurt after steaming spurt of cum-juice into her hungrily sucking hole.
"Good, good fuck," Elkins growled as he finally collapsed on top of her cushiony body...
* * *
Poor old Martin, Sandra thought, as she stripped off her clothes and watched the two young girls suck on the floor.
She dropped her eyes to Lulu. The little thing couldn't get enough and was in the middle or a series of orgasms that shook her body. She didn't care who watched as she abandoned herself, surrendering to the treat her young pussy was getting from the now eager mouth of Cynthia. Lulu was having a ball, and she wanted everyone to know it.
"Ohhh, owwwww, God! Oh, my God, ohhhh, Sandra, she's killing me so good!"
Sandra was hot herself now, too hot not to join in with the other two. And she got even hotter when Lulu asked her to stick a finger up her ass while Cynthia continued to suck her pussy.
Sandra grinned her answer. She knelt and worked not one, but two fingers far up into Lulu's gyrating asshole.
Lulu went even crazier then, beating Cynthia's head on the floor with her flying ass. Cynthia, her head making thudding sounds as Lulu pounded her, gave up her fight to tame the fiercely thrashing body and came up for air.
Lulu wailed her disappointment, but slowed to a stop when Sandra removed her fingers. Cynthia just lay there and panted, sucking in air through glistening lips. She was still trying to get breath when the little body plunged between her legs and began to return the sucking.
Sandra watched Lulu make the pretty Cynthia convulse time and time again. She heard the noise made by broken suction as the larger girl turned sideways in an effort to break contact. Cynthia had had enough, but Lulu wanted to give her more. The weakened body lay still, allowing Lulu to take her fill of her creaming pussy.
Then at last Lulu had enough and came up for air herself. When Lulu finished with her, Cynthia was a quivering mound of flesh, not able to rise from the floor for minutes. When she did manage, she had to hold onto the table for support. Her knees were weak under her, threatening to buckle any minute. Cynthia had been had, more so than she had ever been.
"Enough. Oh shit, that's enough," she moaned.
"NO!" Sandra cried. "No, that's not enough! Now it's my turn. I want you to both suck me-one on my tits and one on my cunt!"
CHAPTER TWO
Mabel Crane stepped from the shower and paused in front of the full-length mirror to admire her body and listen to the hammering on the building next door.
Another two weeks and it would be done, she thought, and instead of just housing young girls they would also have young boys. Then Floyd could ogle and spy on Sandra and the girls all he wanted.
She, Mabel, would have her young boys. And she planned to do a lot more than spy on them! Floyd hadn't fucked her more than five times in the last year, since they had started the orphanage. Mabel knew why. He was getting his kicks with the girls. She had already caught him once with the sixteen-year-old, Sandra. Lord knew how many times he had already been with the young, busty blonde.
But Mabel hadn't done anything about it. Instead, she had decided to build another dorm, a dorm that would house boys. Floyd would have his girls, she would have her boys.
She thought back, eight months before, when she had first discovered how much more satisfying a teenage boy could be than Floyd. His name was Bobby Fuller. He had been fourteen, and hungry for sex. He was gentle and he thought that Mabel, at thirty-five, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Mabel sighed softly, still smiling at her reflection in the mirror and thinking back on her life and her future.
She was a tall woman, ten inches over five feet, and her body was beautifully and voluptuously proportioned. Her red hair hung long and silken, and when she let it fall down across her shoulders it partially covered her full, high-nippled tits. She did that now, feeling good and warm, marveling at how sensual she looked naked.
Then she swept her shining hair back again, studying the smooth, cream-white skin of her tits, the dark circular areolas perfect complements to the distended buds of her nipples. She raised her arms over her head, tautly stretching the proud full mounds and looking like a classical sculpture with her soft skin.
She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes move slowly down across the flat surface of her stomach, past the tiny indentation of her navel. The soft triangle of her pubic bush was as silky and russet as her head, very fine curls that highlighted the pink fullness of her moist cuntlips. She could see the tiny tip of her clitoris peeking out from the soft, puffy slit.
She mused out loud. "Oh yes, Floyd, if you don't want to suck that clit or pound your dick into that hole anymore, there will soon be a lot of horny young boys around here who will do it for you!"
Turning slightly, she examined the softly dimpled roundness of her asscheeks, the rippling muscles in the backs of her full, tapered thighs. Yes, she thought, a good body, a very good body! A good body that performed beautifully the thing she enjoyed most in life-sex.
She began to dry herself, hard and vigorously. Her body tingled, feeling the soft towel rub her tits and the valley of her cunt. She felt relaxed and content as she put on a short terry cloth robe and went into her bedroom. The bed creaked as she plopped herself down on her stomach. She took a deep breath and stretched out as far as she could, her legs spread-eagled, letting the cool air waft into her parted-cuntlips. She lay there, face down on the pillow. She began to hum softly.
It had been hell when she had first discovered that Floyd had bought the twenty-five acres and built the private orphanage, not to help wayward children and make a profit for their future, but to satisfy his lust for young girls.
Then young Bobby Fuller had shown up and made her feel good-good outside and inside.
Mabel snaked her hand down under her belly until her fingers found the soft, russet fur over her constantly hungry cunt. She parted the wet lips and sank three fingers deep into her pussy.
It felt good-not as good as Bobby Fuller's cock had felt, but almost.
She smiled as she slowly started finger-fucking herself. Her seduction of the young boy had been the most satisfying act of her life...
* * *
"Here's your money Bobby, and I want to thank you for helping out with the yard."
"Thanks, Mrs. Crane," said the wide-eyed boy, unable to pull his eyes from the huge bulges above Mabel's halter. "I can really use the money."
"To take out your girlfriends?" Mabel asked coyly, parting her legs so the boy could get a better look between them. The shorts she wore were so tight that the material crawled up into the slit of her pussy. She knew that her full-fleshed cuntlips were perfectly outlined for the boy. It was evident from the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
"I... I don't have no girlfriends... yet," he gulped.
"But you'd like to, wouldn't you, Bobby?"
"Er, yeah, I guess so."
"I noticed that you spent a lot of time weeding over by the girls' dorm." Mabel stretched so that even more of her huge tits bulged above her halter. A little of her dark nipple popped into sight and sweat popped out on Bobby's forehead. "Do you think our girls are pretty, Bobby?"
"Yeah, yeah, all of 'em," the boy nodded vigorously.
Mabel grinned. "I'll bet you'd like to get one of them alone down in the stable, wouldn't you?"
His face turned beet red and he finally managed to pull his eyes from the crease of her cunt and the bulge of her tits. "I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Crane... uhhh, Mabel."
"Oh, I think you do, Bobby," she said, playfully patting his face. "How would you like another twenty dollars, honey?"
"Sure! What else do you want me to clean up?" the boy asked, shivering as the tip of Mabel's soft tit grazed his thin shoulder.
"There's a different kind of service you can perform for me, Bobby."
"There is?"
Mabel took his arm and led him through the house to the bedroom. "Have you ever seen a girl naked, honey?"
"No, Ma'am."
"None?" Mabel's pussy started soaking through her shorts as her hip touched his young body.
"Well... my sister I seen naked."
"How old is she?"
"Huh?... oh. Well, she's eleven."
"Does she have hair between her legs?"
The question surprised and shocked him. But it also excited him. He had an inkling of this older woman's intentions now and he was more than ready to go along with whatever she had in mind. His young dick ached and it stood like a tent pole in the front of his pants.
"Yeah, she's got a little. She likes me to touch it now and then."
"And do you touch it?"
"Yeah, but only a little. It makes me hurt when I do."
"Oh? Where?"
"Oh, come on, Mrs. Crane... Mabel... you know where."
Mabel smiled. It was going to be no problem. "Yes, Bobby darling, I know where."
They were standing by the bed now. Mabel reached one hand down, grabbed his wrist and pulled his palm up to her large tit. Her other hand pressed against the front of his trousers.
"I'll give you a good time," she murmured, "if you let me have this." As she spoke the last word she was gripping the shaft of his cock through the thickness of his jeans. Her hand had let go of his wrist, but he didn't take his palm from the bulging tit. Instead he pressed harder against her.
"Ohhh, you lovely boy, you like my titties, don't you?" She put her face close to his ear. "It's even better to play with them without the halter getting in the way. Come on baby, we've both got something the other wants. I've got a pussy you want and you've got a virgin cock that I want!"
They stumbled to the bed, both breathing raggedly. Mabel pushed the boy's hand down so that it rested on her thigh.
"Feel up my legs if you want to, darling," she gasped.
Bobby couldn't believe his luck. Often he had wondered what it would be like to feel up the legs of a pretty girl when he had seen one in the street or on the bus. Now he was being invited to do just that. And it wasn't a pretty girl inviting him, it was a woman. His hand shook as he slipped it farther down and then slid it upwards.
Mabel was fumbling at his fly, her fingers nervous as if she feared if she didn't get her hand on his prick soon this wonderful opportunity of breaking-in a boy would be lost to her.
How silky her skin felt. Her legs were long, well-molded and shapely. Bobby gave a start as his hand passed across her naked thigh flesh. The skin felt warm and smooth.
"Oh, oh, oh... Jeez!" he gulped, suddenly feeling weak. Her fingers had withdrawn from his jeans, dragging out his thickening young cock.
"What a waste of a good prick not to have given it to a girl yet," Mabel smiled at him.
"What... what about your husband?" Bobby wheezed.
"You let me worry about Floyd," she replied, thrilling as his fingers traced the slit of her cunt through her shorts. "I'll give you a little kiss and then you can take my panties off. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you, Bobby?"
Then to his utter surprise she was bending down, her face near his exposed prick. A shiver of delight raced through him as he experienced the soft sucking warmth of her Lips closing over his cock. Her experienced fingers drew the foreskin back taut so that her tongue was able to give him a sample of the thrill a woman can give a man with her tongue and lips.
Several minutes of this had him excited, tensed and apprehensive. Suddenly standing up in front of him, Mabel pulled down her shorts.
Her flame-colored panties bulged with the plumpness of her buttocks and belly and through them he could see quite plainly the thick bush of her pubic hair.
When she had given him enough time to devour her womanly pussy, she moved closer to him. "Come on, you young stud, take my panties down and I'll teach you how to make love to a pussy!"
She enjoyed the slow and hesitant way Bobby performed the task of sliding her panties down her thighs, over her knees and to her ankles so that she could step out of them. She had him on his knees in front of her, the aroma from her pussy obviously affecting him.
She placed both her hands at the back of his head, preventing him from moving backwards as she shuffled closer to him. Now her cunt was inches from his face. She saw him staring, hardly believing what he saw, hardly knowing if the strong sexy smell pervading his nostrils was pleasant or repulsive.
With a sudden movement Mabel dragged his face into her crotch. Bobby sputtered and slobbered but she kept him there tightly. Her laugh thrilled him. So did her words.
"There, my little virgin darling, have a good smell of my cunt. I'm going to teach you how to fuck it, but first I want that beautiful face of yours covered with my pussy! There's nothing like the smell and taste of female juice to make a man horny, you know."
She was working her hips around, pressing his face harder against her, getting his mouth between her open thighs, well against the thick-fleshed lips of her cunt.
"Go on, baby, kiss my pussy! Pretend those lips there are my lips, and kiss my pussy like you would my mouth, darling! Go on, kiss me. KISS ME!"
Bobby tried to make the right motions with his mouth to kiss her cuntlips. He found the smell and the taste was making him anxious to please her, anxious to do anything she said. He was obviously pleasing her so far, because she began to squirm and wriggle, moving her hips harder against his face, and little soft moans were pouring from her throat.
"Ohhhh, Bobby, you lovely boy-you love kissing my pussy, don't you? Mmmmmmm, you do it good, so good. You'll have my cum in your mouth in a minute. I think you'd better stop now and let's take your clothes off! I want to love you right!"
The boy, who a few minutes before was so timid and afraid, was now eagerly stripping off his shirt and jeans and shorts, never taking his eyes from the beautiful female figure a few feet from him.
He nearly came when Mabel dropped her halter and exposed the full, mammoth proportions of her tits to his hungry eyes. He didn't see how a woman could have such huge breasts and still stand up straight.
"You like my tits, don't you, lover boy?"
"They're so... so big."
"All the more for you to lick and suck, darling."
Bobby had never known his young prick to ache so much. It was so hard and sticking up in a curved thickness that surprised him. Mabel was on the bed now, on her back, her arms outstretched and beckoning him to her. Despite all the pretty girls and attractive women he had imagined fucking in his dreams, only this woman now existed for him. He was over on top of her, her arms guiding the position of his body, and then her fingers were helping to guide his throbbing, rampant cock into that warm clinging hole between her thighs.
Instinctively, as the warmth and wetness of her luscious pussy closed over his prick, he began to jerk. Her hands gripped his waist, trying to stop his up-and-down action.
"Not so fast, darling... not so fast!" she laughed warmly. "My, but you're anxious for a fuck, aren't you? Well, so am I, darling, but let's get this beautiful cock of yours in right before you start getting excited!"
She began to squirm her hips, her hands on his ass, gripping the flesh of his asscheeks to keep him still while she writhed under him. Bobby felt his stomach right down on her heaving belly. He realized that his dick was as hard and deep inside her as possible.
Mabel looked up into his face. "There baby, your wonderful cock is in me now, right in me. The pussy you were kissing a little while ago is now having your prick inside it. Does that make you feel good? Does it make you feel like a man? No, no, baby, don't start humping up and down again, not yet anyway. Just lie still and let me do the work."
She wanted to keep him suspended in his passion, wanted to keep him hot for as long as she could. Slowly she wormed her cunt around and around his prick, squeezing her talented inner muscles, making him experience thrills he never knew were possible.
Bobby closed his eyes. This was wonderful, wonderful. Then she was speaking to him again.
"You like it, don't you, darling? You like Mabel's pussy around your fat young dick?"
"Yes. Oh, shit, it's so hot and warm! I'm gonna shoot!"
"No, you're not, darling. Not yet."
She slowly lifted her legs and wound them around his buttocks, hugging his lithe form hard against her ample body.
"Now fuck me, sonny-boy, fuck my big ass off!"
"Oh shit, I will... I WILL!" He was grunting with the effort of fucking this wonderful woman and she was panting in his ear.
"Come on, baby, fuck me good... you know how to... get it right up me... that's right... " Her legs were now entwined around him. She clasped him in her arms in a vise-like grip. With all his strength, Bobby began to lunge into her, feeling the wetness of her on his thighs and balls. It was oozing out of her.
An animal-like lust began to take possession of him and he no longer felt the effort of fucking her. His young shaft was going in and out of her like a piston and he was growling and moaning. His whole body was bathed in sweat and it was running down his face. But he didn't even notice it. His hair was plastered on his forehead and his eyes were starting out of his head.
"You wanna be fucked good? Well, I'll show you what I can do! I'm no sonny-boy, you bitch, I'm a man! I'll give you what you want! I'll fuck you silly!"
Mabel began to moan like a wounded animal, and soon she shuddered all over. Bobby was pretty sure she had come, but he continued to pump in and out of her mercilessly. She pleaded with him to stop but he ignored her. Soon she had another come, and then another.
He lasted as long as he could. At last Mabel was just feebly trembling, and then Bobby increased the rhythm even more and nearly flattened her body on the bed.
Suddenly, he whimpered and strained. She felt his delicious young cock expanding in her hungrily sucking cunt as she caressed and gently squeezed his cum-bloated young balls. Wild, tingling sensations of anticipation surged over her excited, sweat-soaked flesh.
He came but continued to plunge into her pussy and grind his bone against hers.
God, he is a man, she thought. He's a man... and he's mine.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned hotly while his balls smacked solidly against the softness of her lush, white asscheeks. "Ohhh, my God, it's beautiful! I never realized... oh, Bobby, rape it! It's yours, baby! Make me know that you love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Harder! HARD!"
"Is it good? Is my cock good?" He watched his throbbing white prick vanishing all the way up into her stretched cunthole between those frantically gyrating buttocks with every hard, long thrust.
"Oh... oh... ohhhhh," Mabel chanted blissfully, her magnificent tits jiggling provocatively on her chest. Her ass drove eagerly against his powerful lunges. She wanted him to come, to shoot his hot load of jism deep into her belly, to split her open and drown her in his thick, warm cum.
He was fucking her beautifully, raping her hungry cunt.
Then he screamed and Mabel felt an even bigger surge of his hot juice surge into her milking pussy meat. She buffeted against his relentless, driving cock, her whimpers of passion falling again and again from her gasping lips. She was almost there, almost. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, my baby, Bobby! Aarrggghh, yes, yes, YES! I'M GOING TO COME, LOVER! FUCK IT HARD, BABY! HARD! I'M COMMMINNNGGG!"
Her hips drove upward as Bobby's furiously plunging cock worked with brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching cunt, causing her to strain and groan as the pressure reached its peak, then burst.
Mabel had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with a boy. Her body quivered and convulsed wildly in her orgasm. It seemed to go on and on in sheer bliss. She was gone, utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wild exploding sensations in her belly and cunt.
Bobby was gasping for breath when he finished, but Mabel was absolutely speechless. She had wanted a youth to fuck her, but this young man's virility was even more than she could manage and she had exhausted herself.
"Was I a good fucker for you?" he gasped.
"You were a great, beautiful little lover."
"Can we do it again?"
"We can do it again anytime you want, darling," Mabel panted, squeezing the last few drops of cum from his deflating dick. "We can do it all the time!"
* * *
Mabel was fucking her pussy with her whole hand now. But it wasn't enough. She wished Bobby Fuller's family had never moved away. For two glorious months he had fucked and sucked her, and then his mother had caught him fucking his sister. Bobby had admitted that he had learned how to fuck from an older woman, but he would never tell his mother her name.
Thank God for that!
To take the boy away from this sordid influence, the family moved and Mabel had to go back to Floyd's cock for satisfaction.
And her hand.
And, right now, her hand wasn't enough. Her cunt simply needed something more. She looked around her to see if there was something in the room which she could use to a good sexual advantage.
Her eyes fell on the portable vacuum cleaner against the wall. She got up, went over to the machine, picked it up, plugged it in and returned to her bed. She opened her legs as she had before, massaged her slit for a few moments, then spread the beautiful lips far apart and inserted the chrome-plated end of the vacuum cleaner hose in the tender opening. The initial feeling was strange-cold and metallic-but it wasn't unpleasant.
She worked a good four inches of the pipe-like thing up into her cunt, feeling the walls of her gooey hole stretch to accommodate the instrument.
Then she reached over and flipped the switch on the cleaner. As it roared on, Mabel felt an incredible sensation in her pussy. The sucking quality of the cleaner caused her to slip into a wild rapture. She held onto the hose like a rodeo star riding a bucking bronco.
"OH SHIT, OH FUCK, OH COME, MAKE MY CUNT COME!" She rammed more of the pipe up her pussy. "OH SHIT, IT'S WONDERFUL! IT'S SUCKING MY GUTS OUT AND MY CUNT OFF!"
There was so much action going on inside her tender cunt that she couldn't believe it. Why hadn't she thought of this before? It was fantastic. There was nothing quite like it.
She kept the pipe up her cunt until the sucking action of the machine brought her to orgasm. She gasped and panted as the wild, mechanically-induced climax overcame her, and then, limp as a wet dishrag, she turned off the machine and relaxed on the bed.
And then the shame and the stupidity of what she had done hit her.
"Soon... " she rasped, "soon, I'll have no need of my hand, or Floyd, or... a vacuum cleaner."
CHAPTER THREE
Sandra lay naked on the floor with the two younger girls on either side of her. She had instructed Lulu and Cynthia well, as she always instructed each of the new girls that came to the orphanage.
Licking gently but firmly, the two sensuous mouths sucked their way up her writhing body. Her throbbing clitoris beat a tattoo between her legs as the two young, velvety mouths sucked and licked their way up each of her fleshy thighs.
"Take your time, kids," she moaned. "Really take your time. I want you to get me ready to explode."
As their soft, warm mouths reached the outer fringes of her pussy fur, Sandra's entire body began to shiver with excitement. Shocks of sensuality raced wildly to her fast-flowing cunt, making her hips writhe with happiness and lustful desire. Sensing that they had struck the right spot, both girls sucked and nibbled harder and faster, and Sandra's shuddering body was barely able to stay quiet.
One mouth went on over the fur of her cunt and the flesh of her belly toward her tits. Her rubbery nipples were already stone-hard. They eagerly awaited the girl's sucking lips.
Sandra didn't even know which girl was at her cunt and which was at her tits. She didn't care. She was being loved and adored, and she would soon be satisfied. That's all that mattered to Sandra-that she be constantly satisfied...
* * *
Sandra didn't want to leave her parents or her little brother, but when Martin Elkins kept coming home from the store with great red welts and gashes on his body his wife got wise. She followed them to a motel one night and spied on them.
She saw Sandra beat her husband with his belt and a cane. She watched as Martin slavishly ate Sandra's asshole and cunt. She saw her loving husband and the father of her children ram his dick into Sandra's mouth, her pussy, and even her asshole.
Elkin's wife might have put up with that, but when he kept shouting that Sandra was the best and only real fuck he had ever had, it was too much.
Mrs. Elkins filed for divorce the next day.
It was a small town, so everyone knew what had happened. But because everyone is protective of everyone else in a small town, no scandals erupted from Martin's infidelity with an underage girl.
The scandal erupted later, when two more husbands were divorced when their wives found them both fucking Sandra Benz at the same time.
Sandra was judged an incorrigible. Then, when it was discovered that her sexual career had started in her own home with her father and her brother, she was sent to a foster home.
Wayne and Nora Campbell were a childless couple in their late thirties who truly tried to help the young boys and girls who were entrusted to them. In their years of marriage, they had drifted apart sexually and eventually lavished all their love on the children they brought into their home.
Until Sandra arrived they had experienced one-hundred percent results.
Wayne Campbell was a handsome, strong-willed man who saw through Sandra immediately. When the young girl tried to seduce him, he gently spurned her and sat her down for a long heart-to-heart talk about life and sex.
She listened to every word. When it was over, Wayne left her, sure that he had completely straightened her out. He was sure she would never try to get to him sexually again.
He was right. Sandra would never try to seduce him again. She would, instead, seduce his wife, Nora. Wayne never dreamed that his loving wife had a burning, latent desire for sex with another woman.
Sandra recognized it immediately.
The young girl bided her time and waited for just the right chance. It came about two weeks after she entered the household, when Wayne was out of town on a business trip.
Nora Campbell was a tennis buff. Sandra begged the woman to teach her.
In learning the strokes, Nora put her arms around Sandra to guide her. Sandra made her tits available to the woman's hands. She moved the cheeks of her ass against Nora's pelvis with every stroke.
Nora had never actually experienced another woman's body, but she had often dreamed about it. So when a tit was nearly thrust into her hot hand, she let her body and her desire overrule the caution in her mind.
Every now and then, with her arms around the girl's beautiful body, she would deftly run her hand across one of Sandra's full young tits.
The teenager's tits were delightful-full, ripe and firm. Throughout the lesson, Nora managed to sneak feels of the magnificent globes. She had even become so bold as to put her hand fully on one of them and its fullness and firmness took her breath away.
By the end of the lesson, Nora was sure the girl would be open to more than just a few random feels. She had made no effort to avoid Nora's intimacy and in fact, had seemed to find excuses to press her body close to the older woman.
After the lesson they showered in adjoining stalls and Nora had to force herself not to steal looks at the girl's fresh young body.
That night they ate a quiet dinner and went to bed early, Sandra to her room arid Nora to hers.
Nora was agitated as she removed her make-up and prepared for bed. She wanted to go next door and knock. She wanted to go into Sandra's room and take the busty girl in her arms and ravish her.
But she was afraid. What if she were wrong about Sandra? What if the girl went to the authorities, and told them that Nora had tried to rape her?
With reluctance, she pulled on a pair of sheer panties and a short peignoir that flared open to reveal both of her own sizable tits. Then she crawled into bed to read and try to forget the girl's delightful body.
There was a light tap on the door.
"Who is it?" Nora called out stupidly.
"Me," Sandra giggled. "Who else would it be?"
Nora got out of bed and pulled her peignoir around her as she went to the door.
Sandra entered the room sheepishly. "I'm sorry to disturb you Nora, but I've been watching TV and I'm bored silly. Can I talk to you for awhile?"
"Sure," Nora said and smiled.
She jumped back into the bed, allowing the peignoir to spread once more, revealing her big tits. She patted the bed with the palm of her hand, inviting Sandra to join her.
Sandra was wearing a tight T-shirt and no bra. Her luscious tits strained against the thin cotton and her nipples were taut from rubbing against the material. Nora wet her lips unconsciously as she looked at the lovely globes protruding from the girl's chest. The tight, thin shorts which she wore had crept up and delineated the line of her slit. There was no sign of panties beneath the shorts.
The beautiful young teenager went to the bed and slipped out of her sandals before sitting down and crossing her legs under her. Her position caused the hems along each thigh to leave a gap between the material and her bronzed flesh.
Nora could see the soft blonde hair in the dark recesses of her shorts as Sandra sat facing her.
Conversation was awkward for a few minutes, but soon Nora relaxed and was even able to comment on Sandra's beauty.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?"
"Not pretty, Sandra... beautiful," Nora said. "No wonder all those men couldn't keep their hands off you."
"Oh. You know about that, huh?"
"Oh, yes. But don't feel badly, Sandra. Sometimes I wish another person would desire me like that."
"Doesn't your husband fuck you very much?"
The girl's bluntness shocked Nora at first, and then warmed her. "No, darling, not very much. But then he's a man, so I don't mind it very much."
There it was. An open confession. It made Sandra smile. There had been too many discovered looks, too many touches that day that had made the woman tremble. Now all Sandra had to do was spark that interest.
"If I were a man," Sandra sighed, "I'd want to fuck you all the time."
Nora blushed but couldn't hide her excitement. "Would you, darling? Would you really?"
"Nora, I've got to tell you something."
"What is it, darling?"
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm not just saying that to say it."
Nora took a deep breath, smiled and leaned over towards Sandra. She kissed the girl lightly on the lips, patted her left thigh with her right hand, then leaned back into the bed.
"We make a good pair," Nora said after a pregnant silence.
"We sure do," Sandra whispered.
Nora turned to the girl and looked deeply into her eyes. She watched intently as Sandra reacted to the eye contact. She saw the girl's lips move, saw the thought which caused her face to twitch a little, saw into the younger woman's mind. Then Nora gently extended her right hand and caressed Sandra's golden hair. She ran her fingers through the soft mane and touched the girl's ear. Then she molded Sandra's face with her hand and drew the girl in towards her. Their lips met and their tongues entwined. They sank into one another's embrace.
Sandra slipped under Nora's body and opened the woman's robe. Her eyes fell on the woman's magnificent tits, those breasts which were so firm and yet so soft. Her tits were quite a bit larger than Sandra's, though Sandra's nipples were larger than the older woman's were. Nora had those tight sort of nipples-the kind that are always in a state of erection. Sandra's nipples were just the opposite. Hers flowed in a direct line with her tits, very large and very pink.
"Jesus, I want to suck your pussy," Sandra gasped.
Nora's shock was immediate, but stilled by the quick approach of Sandra's face as she covered the woman's gaping mouth with her own. Her tongue flew into the older woman's mouth.
Nora fell into it as if she had been with another woman all her life. "Oh, God, I want it. I do want it!"
"I do, too," Sandra gasped. "I want it all. I want to ram my cunt over your tongue and I want to drink the juices from your beautiful pussy!"
Again their lips locked. Sandra probed the woman's mouth, refusing to release her hold on Nora's tongue until she was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"Let's get your clothes off," Nora whispered. "God, I want to see your body naked."
Sandra stood and lifted her arms. The older woman gently peeled the T-shirt over her head until her huge tits jiggled free.
"God! Oh, God, they're beautiful!"
For a long moment, Nora gazed lovingly at Sandra's tits. Then she cupped both the luscious globes with her hands, kneading the soft flesh with passionate tenderness. Sandra closed her eyes and placed her hands over Nora's breasts, causing Nora to squeeze the sensitive mounds even more.
"Those are the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," Nora breathed, bending down and kissing each ripe tit on the tender nipple. Sandra sighed out loud and hugged the woman's head to her. The most warm, wonderful vibrations were running through her body.
Lifting her head, Nora took hold of the zipper on the back of Sandra's shorts and pulled it down. Then her hands returned to the top of the garment, undoing the button and releasing the clasp on the belt. When she did this, the shorts fell to the floor.
Contrary to what Nora had first imagined, Sandra did have panties on under her shorts. But they were so thin and so scanty as to barely cover the bulging mound of the young girl's blonde cunt.
Nora got down on her knees and placed a kiss on Sandra's pussy through the silken material. Then, ever so slowly, she began pulling the tiny garment down. Tufts of golden pubic hair curled their way up and out from under the receding panties until, at last, the gleaming folds of Sandra's cunt stared invitingly back at her.
"Beautiful," Nora gasped. "Beautiful young pussy."
Breathing heavily, Sandra waited for Nora to make the next move. When she didn't, she reached out and grabbed the woman's head. "Aren't you going to kiss it, Nora? Aren't you going to suck it and eat it?"
"Yes, darling, oh yes." Without another moment's hesitation, the woman buried her mouth in the moistness of Sandra's golden cunt-fur.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes," Sandra sighed as she reacted to the exquisite touch of Nora's lips and tongue mingling with her curly, golden pubic hairs.
Nora placed her fingers in between the girl's cheeks and searched until she found her puckered asshole. The woman skillfully managed to get one finger into the little opening without hurting Sandra in the slightest.
Instinctively, Sandra spread her legs wide apart and urged Nora, with a slight forward movement of her hips, to mouth her slit directly. She needed the woman's mouth on her cunt-nothing less. Her pussy was throbbing painfully with desire and need.
Nora knew what to do. She slipped her beautiful head up between Sandra's pink lips, ever so lightly, ever so erotically. This caused Sandra to moan a deep, warm sound, a sound that echoed in Nora's ears and prompted her already heightening sexual arousal to soar to new heights.
"Oh, yes, YES!" Sandra screamed. "EAT ME! REAM ME OUT WITH YOUR TONGUE!"
While her nose was in the girl's slit, Nora nibbled on the lower portion of Sandra's cuntlips. Several hairs got into her mouth, but it didn't stop her. She kept on nibbling away, giving pleasure and getting pleasure in return.
Suddenly, Sandra's body stiffened. She grasped Nora and dug her nails into the sides of the woman's head. She was close to coming.
Nora replaced her nose with her mouth and tongue and sent her tongue up into the slick flesh of Sandra's slit, chewed on the outer lips with her teeth, drove her finger all the way up the girl's ass, and continued doing it until Sandra began to shake with the oncoming rush of her all-powerful, all-fulfilling orgasm.
"AAARRGGGHHHH... OHHH-EEEAAAHHH!" the beautiful blonde moaned and gasped as she experienced the overwhelming release of her come. Her cunt pushed automatically forward, taking even more of Nora's wildly plunging tongue. Female juice spurted all over the woman's tongue and chin and she opened her mouth even wider to take as much of it as she could down into her belly.
At last Sandra came down, back to earth from her rocketing come. "Now you," she panted, pulling the woman to her feet. "Get naked on the bed and I'll do it to you!"
Nora had little on to take off. She was nude in a flash and lay on the bed waiting eagerly, hungrily for her lover. Sandra got on the bed and lay between Nora's spread legs. She crushed her young body against her willing partner as she put her hot mouth over Nora's. Her hands cupped the massive globes of the woman's warm tits.
Nora pushed and twisted her black-haired pussy into Sandra's golden bush, as Sandra sucked her way to one huge tit, with its taut, pink nipple. They worked cunt against cunt, their passion rising rapidly to the point of release.
"Ohhh, darling, I love it. I love it so much," Nora moaned as she grabbed the blonde's luscious ass and pulled her tight against her aching cunt.
"Fuck me, Nora... fuck me!" Sandra cried, slipping down to the black, luxuriant bush, nuzzling her face in the warmth.
"Oh, God," Nora moaned as Sandra's hot breath sent shivers up her spine. She moved her ass up. The girl sunk her mouth into the wet musk of her eager cunt.
"Suck it, lover... suck it! Make me come! It's been so long!" Nora groaned ecstatically as Sandra's tongue and lips grabbed the sensitive nub of her clit. Nora convulsed and spewed her juice, letting the unbearable tortures of her love-starved body out in a staccato whine. "Yes-yes-yes-yes-I'm coming-corning-my wonderful pussy-sucking lover-I'm coming-OHHHHH GOOOOODDDDD!"
They continued making love to each other the rest of the night. They had orgasms together and separately-giving unselfishly to each other-taking selfishly from each other.
It lasted a month before Wayne caught them together. He beat Nora within an inch of her life and sent Sandra back to the courts.
It was his word against hers. They believed Sandra but didn't know what to do with her.
And then they found out about the Crane's orphanage for incorrigibles and gladly sent Sandra there.
* * *
Cynthia had nearly fainted with the effort of sucking Sandra's cunt through two wild comes. She now lay panting beside the older girl and Lulu who were still wildly going at it.
Sandra had now become the total aggressor. She lay over the smaller, younger Lulu, driving the girl wild with her tongue, her lips and her hands.
"You love it, don't you, Lulu? You love sucking and fucking?"
"Yeah, shit yeah, Sandy! DO ME! DO IT ALL TO ME!"
Sandra's legs straddled one of Lulu's. She rubbed her steaming cunt mouth up and down the younger girl's thigh and planted another deep, throat-reaming kiss onto Lulu's mouth. Their tongues met, circling each other and wrestling in the warm caverns of their mouths.
As they did, Sandra began working her knee up.
She worked it slowly, letting it rise until it bumped into the springy cushion of hair that sprouted from Lulu's cunt.
She could feel the girl jerk as her knee caressed the layers of pussy flesh. Lulu relaxed her body, nestling her cunt into the bony knot of Sandra's knee. The contact brought a subtle change as the girl began breathing harder into Sandra's mouth.
Anxious to continue the pace, Sandra reached for Lulu's hands. Carefully she separated the palms and placed them onto her left tit. There was another flutter of desire as her tit settled into the girl's hands.
Quickly, Lulu began to fondle the fleshy tit-meat. Her hands closed over the pendulous globe, her palms thrilling to the satiny smoothness of the girl's skin. And then she moved forward, closing her fingers over the nipple, her breath rasping in her lust-filled throat as the rosy bump began to stiffen.
Sandra gave a whimper of her own as the girl's fingers caught her nipple in their blissful grasp. In spite of her youth, there was a tenderness and knowledge in Lulu's caress that brought a shiver to the older girl's spine.
She worked her knee up again, renewing the contact with Lulu's cunt. To her surprise, she could now feel juice creeping down her leg. It felt hot and sticky as it pressed onto the flesh of her leg, filling her with a perverse delight unlike any she had ever known.
"More," Sandra grunted. "I want more from your hands." She began tearing at Lulu's arms. "I want you to fondle both of them, both of my huge tits!"
"Yes," came Lulu's comment, her voice thin and small. "Yes, I want them! Let me at your sweet nipples!"
Sandra thrust the girl's hands over both her hungry tits. She pulled them into her frantically, her head waving in delight as her own tits rose up to brush her cheek. And then she moved Lulu's hands, her breath growing heavy as the tit-flesh rolled from side to side across her chest.
"Oh, God, Sandy," Lulu groaned. "I've never seen such beautiful tits. They're so huge and gorgeous. Let me suck 'em! I've got to suck 'em now or I'll die!"
"Yes, suck them," Sandra giggled wantonly, her chest heaving toward the young girl's mouth. "Suck 'em good!"
Lulu's lips closed on the steely points of Sandra's nipples. The blonde felt her stomach rumble and her cunt twitch crazily as the girl's lips gnawed into her. Her mind began to cloud as Lulu's tongue came out to race across the sensitive nub, licking it wildly, almost brutally.
Sandra's hand came down to slip between her own leg and the younger girl's muff. The moisture felt good on her fingers. Slowly she began digging in through the pink cuntal lips. The wiry hair played across her fingers, adding to her passion as she searched out the slick flesh of Lulu's crack.
The girl's mouth closed even harder on her nipple as the first mind-blowing stab of Sandra's fingers burned against her cunt. Her fingers clamped onto the older girl's tit, reflecting the passion that was now emanating from her cunt and belly.
"You're so fucking wet," Sandra crooned. "So wonderfully fucking wet, and hot, and slippery!" Her fingers explored hotly in the girl's hairy cunt. Lulu's juices were squeezing out around her hand, bathing it as Sandra probed and toyed with the hot cuntmeat. Lulu's gooey lips were throbbing beneath the girl's touch, begging for the release that she could give.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm HOT!" Sandra cried. "I'm so fucking hot and ready!"
"Yeah, yeah, me too," Lulu gasped. "Make me come, Sandy! Finger my pussy to a wild come!"
"NO!" Sandra hissed, jumping up and pulling Lulu to her feet.
"Huh? What the...?"
"Never mine," Sandra said, doing the same thing to Cynthia and pushing both girls to the door. "Get out, both of you!"
"But... Sandra... " Lulu cried.
"Never mind. GET OUT!"
Sandra shoved them both out and closed the door behind, them. Then she rushed over to the closet and pulled the door wide. A grinning, naked Floyd Crane stepped into the room, his erect dick preceding him by a thick twelve inches.
"Did you see it all?"
"Yeah, yeah, all of it."
"Did it make you hot, Floyd, Daddy?"
"Hotter'n fucking hell. Shit, I sure wanna fuck that young one, Lulu!"
"You will," Sandra said, jumping onto the bed. "But right now you're gonna fuck ME!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Floyd Crane was a huge man with a small mind and a gigantic dick. He reveled in the size of his cockmeat. He loved to find small, tight pussies and rupture them, stretching them with the girth of his huge cock.
The first time he had fucked Sandra he was sure she would react like all the other young girls reacted; he was sure she would cringe in terror when he rammed the full length of his hose brutally up into her tender young belly.
Instead, Sandra had screamed with joy and begged him to fuck her harder and harder. She had even called out for more cock in her cunt when Floyd had none left to give her.
Usually this would turn Floyd off. This was what his wife Mabel did when he fucked her.
But Sandra didn't turn him off. Instead, she mesmerized him, hypnotized him with her cunt and the rest of her body. She practically made a slave out of him with her ability to create new ways to suck and fuck his prick.
And this particular afternoon was no different. Indeed, it was even better. Watching the three young female bodies tumble around on the floor sucking each other's tits and cunts and rubbing their young pussies together had driven his lust and desire to a peak that even Floyd had never before reached.
Now Sandra was lying on the bed, her legs splayed wide, her cunt gaping open, her huge tits heaving, teasingly urging him to ream her body.
"Big Bad Daddy Floyd, with his dynamite stick dick is gonna fuck this now, isn't he, Daddy?" Sandra inserted the fingers of both hands in her cunthole and ripped it open even farther.
Drool dripped from Floyd's mouth. He fisted his dick as he saw the clear fluid of her pussy juice drip down from her cunt along the crease of her delectable ass. A sudden urge sent a surge of hot breathless desire over him, enveloping his entire body, making his giant prick even more ramrod stiff for the need of her.
The fact that she was only sixteen didn't matter to him. To Floyd she was a woman, a cunt that gave him the best fucking of his life, and right now he wanted more of it.
Sandra slid from the bed and half-squatted beside it. She sent her hand up her cunt practically to the wrist.
Floyd gasped. The fuck shows he'd seen were not as good as what Sandra could do. His cock jumped. A stab of heat filled its head so hard with blood that it pained.
"Want some, Daddy? Want some of Sandra's big, hot cunt?"
"You know it, baby," the big man growled as a spurt of white cum shot from the head of his dick.
Her nude perfection was poetry in motion as she moved toward him. Her waist was tiny, her tits were big and firm and pointed, the twin tips a delicious pink. Her legs were long and well-tapered. She had nice arms, and her belly was smooth and flat.
He gave a low whistle. "Baby, oh baby, you're gorgeous, so gorgeous."
Sandra backed away from him, for a split second glancing down at his giant, pulsing prick. "And you're so big... ohhhh, so big and delicious." Then teasing him as he reached out for her, she danced about the room, deliberately twisting and rolling her cunt sensuously to inflame his lust for her naked flesh.
"Come on, big Daddy, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Don't you want to fuck your baby?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Then make me your slave, Daddy, be ruthless, be mean! Sometimes it pays to be rough and masterful," she said, giving him a wicked grin.
Floyd gave a deep-throated groan and raced across the room to her. He put his arms around her and her mouth met his in a passionate kiss. Her lips were hot and moist. They opened to receive his probing tongue, her tongue rubbing his, but then accepting defeat as his tongue took control of her mouth.
He ran his hot tongue between her lips, then thrust it deep into the cavern of her mouth. He pulled her naked body tightly against his. Her pointed tits crushed into his hairy chest. The hot heat seemed to singe the hairs.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Reaching it, he dropped her on it, then stretched out beside her. He placed a hand on one tit, his mouth capturing the other. Beneath his tongue and fingers the pink tips hardened like thick stubs. Her hot body started to move sensuously, jerking with the excitement that his fondling and kissing was arousing within her.
A loud wail escaped her lips as he moved his tongue to first one tit then the other, sucking on the taut nipples in turn. His hands played all over her voluptuous body.
Sandra lifted her head and kissed his black curly hair as his hand roamed over her taut belly. She bit his shoulder as his hand fondled the silken cunt fur between her legs.
"Your pussy is real nice," he moaned, "nice and firm and soft."
She trembled with heated passion as his fingers worked expertly, bringing fiery responses to his searching and probing caresses. Her body was quivering and thrusting upward under his hands. She darted her pink tongue over his hot lips, then moved her hand down to his throbbing cock. She grabbed the giant prick, clutching it tightly, squeezing the length of his meat, moving her hand up and down on it until she knew that she dare not delay any longer.
She whispered huskily, "Oh, Daddy, take me now... hurry! Oh, Floyd, hurry, fuck me now!" Her voice broke in a choked gasp.
His voice was thick with emotion as he gave a muffled gasp. "Okay, baby, okay!"
He rolled over her, his lips crushing against hers in violent fury. Her legs wrapped around him as her eager hands guided his dick into her tight, throbbing cunt.
Her torrid, twitching pussy clamped around his cock. They were both so hot that after a few rapid thrusts convulsions raked their bodies as their fuck rhythm was overtaken by a mutual explosion. They scaled the dizzy heights of ecstasy, breathing heavily, their bodies drenched in sweat.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, honey," Sandra whimpered. "I'm so glad you don't fuck your wife anymore. I'm glad you'd rather fuck me, Floyd."
"Yeah, baby, yeah."
"I'm a better fuck than she is... aren't I, Floyd?"
"Oh shit, yeah."
"That's good, Floyd. Now fuck me some more! Fuck me real good and I'll get some of that young, real tight pussy to work on your cock."
"You'd really do that?" Floyd grunted. "Jesus, I'd like to fuck that little Lulu. Shit, I'll bet I could rip her right in half with my meat."
"I know you could, Daddy, I know you could. Now rip little Sandra apart with it! Tell me what you want, Daddy!"
"Shit, I want to taste your tits, your delicious cunt, your sexy ass!"
Sandra held up her arms to him. "Fuck me, Floyd. Fuck me all day! Bite my tits and screw my cunt and play with my ass. Daddy, do everything to me, everything! And then at last and finally, fuck your prick in me and come in me and fill me full. Oh, to have your big hard cock up in me! Give it to me, Daddy!"
She curled against him, and he slid his hand between her thighs and fingered the shadow of her pubic hair. His cock sprang out to her lips, huge and inflamed and pulsing.
"Oh, God in Heaven," Sandra gasped. "Look at it! How I want it! How I'll suck it! How I'll fuck it!"
"Slow, baby," Floyd rasped. "I want this to be slow and long and good. I'll fuck you all day. I'll give you a dozen comes. I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
Floyd moved his hand around behind her until his fingers were probing in the splayed crevice of her ass. He felt the sparse hair around her anus and then found the puckered little hole.
"Oh yes, Daddy, my asshole! MY ASSHOLE NEEDS IT TOO!"
Floyd rammed two thick fingers up her asshole to the last knuckle. "Like that, baby?"
Sandra shivered. "Darling, when you touch me there, where I shit, it drives me wild!" One of her hands cupped down and encircled his balls. The other grasped his giant prick tenderly. "Oh, Daddy, let's be dirty," she murmured to him. "Do you know what I want to do?"
"So long as it's really dirty."
"Fuck your ass with my tits," she said, and wriggled her body down toward his. "Squat over me," she commanded him. "I don't know if I can do it, but I want to see if I can get my nipples up into your hole where you shit. Do it, Daddy!" She tugged at him.
The sensation was like none Floyd had ever felt before. He squatted over her tits while Sandra lubricated his asshole with saliva and then alternately worked her nipples against it. He felt their stiff points moving into him. And finally entering.
"Oh, Daddy, we're doing it!" Sandra gasped up at him. Between nipples she thrust a finger up into his asshole. "It's the only way I can fuck myself into you," she said. "Ohhh, it feels so good, my finger and my nipples up in your ass! Honey, I'm gonna come! Daddy! Daddy!"
She licked out at his prick plastered against her cheek. Floyd squatted hard on one full tit, felt the distended nipple penetrate into his asshole, throb there. He cried out, "I'll shit on your tits!"
Sobbing around the head of his cock she said, "Shit! Yes, shit on me! I'm fucking and coming!" He felt his asshole release against her tit, oozing slowly. Sandra screamed and came.
She came again only moments later when he sucked at her tender cunt.
"I have to piss! I have to piss!" she gasped. Floyd worked his finger in and out of her cunt while hot piss cascaded over his hand. Sandra shuddered in a string of climaxes.
She was still dripping when he spread-eagled her and lapped at her hot, wet cunt. Before his eyes the tight circle of her asshole loosened, began to work in and out. He fastened his mouth over the soft, moist flesh.
Sandra moaned incoherently. "Uhhhhh, ooooo-OOOOO!" and seized his prick in a grip of iron and corkscrewed her body to get him between her spread legs. "Sweet baby darling honey lover fuck it in me now," she whimpered. "Now give it to me. Up in me. Split me in two. Fuck my cunt and my ass. Piss in me, shit on me, come in me. Now! Now! NOW!"
Floyd knelt between her thighs and looked down at the wild tangle of hair, the quivering, wet slit of her cunt, the smeared damp blur of her asshole. The whole glorious, dirty, filthy, wonderful vision of her. "Do you really want it now, baby? Really in you, fucking you deep, bursting inside your sweet pussy?"
"Oh, shit, you bastard, Jesus God, do it, DO IT!" Sandra wailed. Her face was contorted, her eyes wide and on fire. "Yes, I want it! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"
Floyd drove his prick like a stake into her cunt, then rolled her over on her side to drive, and kept driving. Her body closed around him. He felt rasping hair, clinging hot, naked flesh. The lips of her cunt sucked at the base of his throbbing prick. He groped down behind her ass and thrust a finger into her slippery rear hole. His searching mouth found and closed around a throbbing nipple.
And then, as though by a miracle, the head of his cock went on its own into a hot place far up in her body. It was like nothing he had ever known before. A special place just for him. Encircling, sucking, caressing. Glove-like, fitting him and loving him, velvet-soft and slime-smooth, drawing the life out of him.
Sandra screamed.
They fucked.
She sucked the nipples of his small, hard tits.
They both came, hot cum filling the scorching cavern of her cunt, and still she screamed for more.
"More! Take me again, Daddy!" she moaned. "Drive it deep. Take me now, NOWWWWW!"
The swaying globes of her tits were just as delicious as before, and his palms itched to grab them again. Sandra shivered as she felt his hand slide over the pulsing peak of flesh and enclose it in the cup of his fingers.
The girl pressed her naked body against him and slipped her arms around his neck. "I want it in, in, in," she moaned.
She tightened her grip around his neck and squirmed in his embrace as he slid his hands over her bare back. She was panting as she pressed her cheek against his. "I can't get enough of you, Daddy darling!"
Floyd inched up and dropped his cock in the palms of her hands. She drew in her breath sharply at the touch. She grasped the mammoth pole of cockmeat with her fingers and whipped the skin back and forth.
"Oh, my God, Daddy, put that beautiful cock over here!" She placed the stiff prick on the ridge of her cunt. She made little gurgling sounds of erotic desire as she wriggled eagerly into his embrace. As his arms encircled the soft nudity of her body, she squirmed her belly tightly against him and lifted her leg across his hip. Her belly muscles rippled in uncontrolled passion as she felt his hard cock extend against her crotch.
Floyd spread his hands across her ass and held her firmly in position as he began thrusting his rigid pole vigorously against her cunt.
He pushed her legs farther apart and lowered himself down to her. Their bodies were a part of each other's now, working in a feverish rhythm. Floyd's hot lips nibbled greedily at Sandra's nipples, and he was rewarded with convulsive thrusts, cunt tightening, rolling, clamping, prick raising, lowering again and again.
Breathing heavily, both of them strained to get closer to each other. Sandra's big tits pressed against his hairy chest like hot pillows of flesh. Her nipples stabbed at him in blatant advertisement of her desires. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she groped again for his throbbing cock, and pushed the head between the demanding lips of her cunt.
With a hard thrust, Floyd rammed his tool halfway up her cunt.
She gasped as she wriggled her hips to get it deeper into her belly. Floyd forced his prick the rest of the way up the greasy channel.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Sandra cooed. "Oh fuck, that feels fuckin' good!"
The bedsprings creaked loudly as he began pumping his cock in and out of her hot cunt. Then-naked bodies slapped together in time with their hard breathing and deep grunts. Sweat streamed from them as they concentrated all of then-attention on the urge for sexual release.
Unable to hold himself back any longer from Sandra's cunt, he hurriedly jammed the throbbing meat to the bottom of her steaming hole. He felt his cock jerk and start to come. She squealed ecstatically as the hot cum slammed into her belly in hard, driving streams.
His river of cum mingling with hers deep in the recesses of her cunt was more than enough to make her have another orgasm.
Floyd slowed his pace until he finally came to a halt. He was totally spent and lay still, letting his cock shrink until it was soft and useless. Then he pulled back, rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. Sandra snuggled against his shoulder, one of her tits touching his side.
She gloried in the satisfaction her body gave her. It was almost an escape from the real world into a better one, the kind that idealists dream of and realists scoff at.
Occasionally she would involuntarily shudder as her cunt unexpectedly quivered. The pool of cum which had formed between her legs gradually seeped out and he began to stir, stretching upward and flexing his muscles.
Sandra liked his body and the way he used it. In a way, she thought, it was a shame that nothing could ever come of their relationship. However, good cock, like good pussy, could always be found. It was all in knowing how to look for it.
"Was I good, Daddy?"
"You're always good, Sandra. You know that."
"Then when are you going to get rid of her so we can have this place all to ourselves?"
Floyd's eyes narrowed and his forehead furrowed in concentration. It was hard for Floyd to think, he did it so rarely. "Soon, baby, soon."
"The quicker you get rid of her, Daddy," Sandra cooed, "the quicker we can all start having some fun around here together... like you, and me, and Lulu."
The big man's eyes lit up. "Damn, that would be something, wouldn't it? Get my cock up her tight little pussy while you sit on my face... a reg'lar threesome."
"Yeah, Daddy, you just think about that. You just get rid of that wife of yours and we can do all those things. You'll do it, won't you, Daddy?"
"Yeah, baby, yeah. Ill do it."
I know you will, you big dumb asshole, Sandra thought. You'll do it soon or I'll do it for you.
CHAPTER FIVE
The dorm had been finished only three days when the first set of boys arrived. There were three of them. Brad Monk and Stump Chandler were both fifteen. They were hard boys with cruel, vacant stares and muscular, man-sized bodies.
Mabel erased them immediately. The third was Paul Franks, a blonde-haired, thirteen-year-old bundle of innocence-exactly what Mabel wanted.
And from the way his mouth fell open and his eyes grew round the first time he saw the red-haired older woman, Mabel knew that the youngster would be an easy conquest.
But she took her time, a full two weeks of putting the boy at ease and gaining his confidence. She even went so far as to drop in to his room at the dormitory to tuck him in at night.
Brad and Stump were usually outside, more than likely staring through the windows of the girls dormitory, trying to get a glimpse of Cynthia or Lulu, or even Sandra, naked.
Mabel wondered if Brad or Stump had fucked any of the girls yet. She doubted it.
With each passing night, Mabel wanted the young innocent boy more and more. He had grown to love her as the mother he'd lost. Of that Mabel was sure. Now she would have to make him love her as a woman.
Her chance came on a Friday night when Floyd was off in town with his poker friends. She planned on visiting Paul in his dorm room and enticing him up to her bedroom in the main house.
This was uppermost in her mind as she entered the dorm and approached Paul's room. Then a rhythmic series of sounds interrupted her thoughts.
She suddenly recognized it as the squeaking of bedsprings.
Had one of the young girls gotten to Paul first? Would he want her, a woman twice his age, after he had tasted the delights of a tender, tight young cunt like Cynthia or Lulu?
Her mind was racing and her body was shaking as she approached the door. His door wasn't completely closed. She hesitantly eased nearer, her breath catching in her throat the moment she saw him there stretched out on the bed.
My God! He was playing with himself!
His blue jeans and shorts were pushed down over his narrow hips, his legs tensed with feet crossed, his handsome young cock completely exposed as he clutched at his youthful, hardened meat, jerking it frenziedly while he gaped at pictures of naked girls in his other hand.
God, what a waste, Mabel thought, what a waste of his hot young cum when instead of letting it fly into the air, he could be shooting it up my hot cunt or letting it stream down my throat!
From her vantage point she stood motionless, mesmerized by the sight of his tensing young body and the vigorous jerking of his prick. Her eyes glaringly fastened on his hand-covered, youthful cock, its blood-filled, reddish swollen head and its white, slender shaft that was visible to her in his near-violent shaking of it. A sprinkling of blond pubic hair sprouted from the area where the rod of hardened teenage flesh jutted from his groin. His hairless, velvet-skinned balls danced and swayed like oversized walnuts to the tune of his fervent, pumping fist.
Mabel couldn't move. Lust had leaped to churn in her flat belly, and she sensed the moisture between her legs dampening her panties.
She wanted him. Oh, God, how she wanted to suck and fuck that beautiful young cock.
She gasped aloud in frustration causing Paul to jerk his head toward her, his eyes widening in astonishment. In shock, he could do little more than he there and stare at her in obviously frozen fear. His quickly deflating young prick was still clasped in one hand, the pictures falling from the other to the floor.
"Oh, Jeez... oh, crap almighty!" he half-whimpered in a feeble voice, lying there as if petrified. "I... I didn't know... " Mabel's heart went out to him. He needed a cunt or a mouth over his dick just as much as she needed to give it to him.
She rushed into the room and fell to her knees beside his bed. Gently, she moved her body between his legs and looked into his astonished face.
"It's all right, honey, I understand. I know just what's wrong and I know how to fix it. Where are Brad and Stump?"
"I don't know... outside somewhere, I guess."
Mabel smiled. That meant the other two boys were over at the girls' dorm. There was time; they wouldn't be back for hours.
Her eyes feasted on the young boy's cock hanging limply over his balls, only inches from her face.
"You mad at me?"
"No baby, no."
"You gonna tell Floyd on me?"
"Of course not. This, and a lot more, will be our secret from now on... just the two of us."
"Huh?"
"You'll see." Mabel reached out and lightly closed her fingers around his dick. It throbbed to life and instantly erected in her grasp.
"Jeez, Mrs. Crane... oh shit, what are you doin'?"
"You, honey... I'm going to do you and you're going to love it!"
Maddening excitement and desire roared through her as she stroked the boy's slender, hard cock. She felt him writhe and listened to his moans of pleasure when she drew back the foreskin from its glistening head to expose the sensitive meat. Then she manipulated the outer layer of flesh up and down, her mind saturated with nothing else but the hot, swollen feel of it in her hand.
She lowered her face toward it until her lips gently brushed its tip.
She heard him choke in lustful anticipation while trickles of passion rippled through her belly. Drawing in her breath, she flicked out her tongue against the moist, spongy head. She swirled it around slowly, lovingly, while the boy twisted and jerked beneath her. Then she wiggled her tongue-tip into the tiny split at its end.
"Jeez, Mrs. Crane, are you really gonna do that?" Paul gasped.
"Yes, baby," Mabel choked. "I'm going to suck your beautiful dick. You'll never have to do it with your hand again after tonight."
"Oh SHHIIIIT!"
Mabel tasted the pungent tang of the cum drops seeping from the head of his youthful shaft of meat, and knew that she had a new supply of young cock once more. The knowledge made her nostrils flare passionately. She licked down the length of the hardened shaft, then slowly back up, her hand smoothing along behind her tongue, down again to the velvety flesh of its thicker base, and beyond to the full bag of his balls, drawing her nails teasingly beneath them and finally weighing the sac in her warm palm. Her other hand pulled the loose foreskin back until the swollen, pulsating head stood sleek and naked.
She worked her hungry lips up to its peak once more, finally engulfing the bulbous knob. She moved down onto it with a warm liquid pressure, and let it glide along the length of her tongue. Her moist, rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit, that's good. That feels so fucking good!" Mabel pulled her face from his throbbing young cock and stood up. "Oh, Jeez, don't stop!" The boy was close to coming. "I'm not, baby," Mabel smiled. "I'm just taking my clothes off. You take yours off, too. Then I'll suck you all over."
The boy was in heaven. He'd long dreamed of fucking a girl, and maybe having her suck his meat. But he'd never dreamed of having a beautiful, older woman like Mabel Crane do it for him. He stripped and nearly shot his load when he got his first glimpse of Mabel's big naked body.
"Mrs. Crane, your... your tits! Your tits are as big as my head! I wanna suck 'em!"
"Soon, baby, just as soon as I taste your sweet cock again."
Mabel slid to the floor. She began twisting and turning, her tongue flashing out, while her eyes stared at his swollen prick. She began to suck his toes one by one, pushing her tongue between them and looking up at his excited face every so often. When she received his approval she knew it was time to travel further. Gently, she used her teeth to explore his legs, while her hands rubbed his calves.
She lifted her head. She grabbed the inside of his knees and lifted them upward, causing the rest of his body to slide down from the bed. His legs dropped over her back and he watched as her face lowered into his crotch.
"Slower... I think I'M COMING!" he croaked hysterically.
"All right, baby, all right. Just relax."
She moved away momentarily, giving his blood a chance to slow down. She hugged him around the waist, leaning her head on his stomach.
She knew, because of his youth, that he would come quickly. And she wanted this to last.
"Okay now, baby?"
"Yeah... I think so."
She picked up his legs and began sucking his balls. Her tongue was giving each one proper attention. With circular motions she traveled slowly up the shaft, feeling each vein, each throb and sudden jerk of his young meat. Up and down, up and down. Slowly. Within a second, her tongue swept from the top of his cock, down over his saliva-soaked balls, ripping past the area between his asscheeks to the dark hole of his asshole. Her hands stretched apart the muscular, lean cheeks and with sure accuracy plunged her serpent-like tongue deep into his ass.
"OH, WOW, FANTASTIC!" Paul cried as he ground his fevered asshole over her plunging tongue.
Mabel's head was buried and her hands were supporting his ass from slipping off the bed. He grabbed one of her hands and placed it near his cock. She grabbed hold and began the up and down motion while her tongue kept massaging his asshole. In an instant she replaced her tongue with a finger while her mouth began to work again on his balls.
She noticed a slight dribble of cum rising from the head and quickly licked it away. Her mouth stayed over the cock, sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. The roundness of her lips was tight as she began an up and down motion while driving her finger deeper into his ass.
The slurping sounds were exciting to both of them. She grabbed his prick even harder as she lifted her head and smiled at him with her wet, excited mouth. She lowered her head again, clutching her tits and surrounding his cock with the globes of soft, white flesh rubbing each side of his prick now. She crossed her arms and embraced the cock inside her frantically moving tits-up and down, up and down, now with an accelerating rhythm.
Paul's mouth fell open, gasping for air while his whole body shook. His ass tightened as he felt the first blast of his cum shoot through the valley between her tits and into her chest. More and more throbs sent his cum through like a wedge driving her tits apart. Then his body collapsed on the bed, drained and satisfied. He watched Mabel lick the cum from her tits.
"Did you like that, baby? Did you like shooting your cum all over me like that?" She continued to spoon his white juice from her creamy tits into her mouth.
Paul nodded. He couldn't speak.
"Do you want to fuck me now... stick it in my pussy or my ass?"
Again the boy nodded, and Mabel crawled her big body up over his.
* * *
Stump Chandler was a nubbin-headed boy with a pugged, almost ugly face, long hair, and tiny, dull-gray eyes. He was tall with thick, heavy rounded shoulders and powerful legs. He was really sixteen, but told everyone he was a year younger because the juvenile authorities went lighter on fifteen-year-olds.
Mabel suspected that both he and Brad were peeking in the girls' dorm windows. Both Mabel and Floyd would have been floored to know that the boys were doing a lot more than peeking. They had both been fucking Sandra since the first night of their arrival. They had also tried to fuck Cynthia and Lulu, but the younger girls had refused, saying that both boys' cocks were too big for their tiny cunts.
But the two younger girls loved to watch Sandra suck and fuck the boys.
At the very moment that Mabel was sucking Paul's dick in the boys' dorm, Cynthia and Lulu were taking turns playing with Brad's prick as they watched Sandra lick her tongue up and down Stump's mammoth tool.
"Suck it, baby!" Stump cried, trying to force the head of his cock between the blonde's red lips.
"Will you, Stump? Will you throw a dick to Mrs. Crane and let me watch and take pictures?"
"Maybe," Stump replied. "Jesus, girl, that's all you talk about since we got here... fucking that old lady. Shit, why do I wanna fuck her when I got your sweet young pussy to screw?"
"Because I want you to," Sandra insisted, running her tongue teasingly up and down his big, blue-veined shaft. "And I wanna watch."
"Suck me!"
"Promise you'll do it."
"All right, all right!" Stump cried. "Now game time's over. Suck my meat!"
Sandra faced his throbbing staff, opened her mouth wide and swooped down on it, engulfing the head and four inches of cock in her luscious, siphoning lips.
It set the mood for all as lust permeated the air. The animalistic odor of passion hung like a cloud in the room. Cynthia had Brad's cock out and in her mouth before it was fully hard.
"Oh, yeah, kid, suck it!" Brad rasped, trying to push Cynthia's head down over his meat.
She wriggled away from him. "No, no, not when it gets hard. It chokes and gags me!"
"Shit," Brad hissed, and contented himself with her hand as he sat back and watched Stump ram his meat into Sandra's beautiful head.
Sandra's cunt was wetting her panties as she ran her lips down the length of Stump's prick. She was able to get it all in her mouth, while her tongue extended and licked at his balls. His legs and ass quivered, as the raptures of her mouth and tongue spread through him.
She felt a hand at her inflamed pussy. She knew it wasn't Stump. Both of his hands were busy pressing, rolling and fondling her tits.
She felt the hands pulling her panties off and she lifted her ass to make it easy for whomever was doing it, at the same time sliding down to bring her pussy within easier reach.
When she felt a hot mouth at the entrance to her cunt, she had to look. She had to know who belonged to that hot, wonderful, suctioning mouth.
She looked and saw Lulu's hair bouncing between her legs. Her legs spread wider so that the girl could get at the little nub that was waiting eagerly.
"Sit right down!" Lulu gurgled, smiling and opening her mouth to catch as much of the goo dripping from Sandra's pussy as possible.
Sandra hunched down over Lulu's face until she felt her long, wet tongue enter her cunt. She jammed herself down hard and started riding the girl's face and tongue to a climax.
"Jesus, will you look at that!" Brad exclaimed. "One cunt eatin' another cunt!"
"So what?" Cynthia said, pulling her hand from Brad's cock and pushing it down to her own pussy. "What's wrong with a girl eatin' another girl?"
"Nothin', I guess," Brad sighed. "In fact, it's really turnin' me on. Let me fuck you, Cynthia!"
"No, you're too big. It'll hurt me!"
"Shit, don't tell me you're a virgin!" His answer was the red blush that filled her face. "Oh shit." He pulled her hand back to his dick. "Well, at least beat me off!"
Stump, Sandra and Lulu were going wild now. The eroticism in all of them had been pushed to the edge, nearly past the point of no return. Humping and sweating, their actions grew even more wanton as tongues and cocks became possessed, hypnotized with the pure freedom of wanton, abandoned flesh.
Soon their frantic, combined actions had created the desired goal. Stump came first. As his cum seared Sandra's throat, her own cunt erupted in orgasm. It was caused by Lulu's plunging tongue. Sandra was screaming as she ground her pussy down over Lulu's face.
But one come wasn't anywhere near enough for Stump. When Lulu crawled out from under Sandra and staggered from the room, Sandra made a movement to rise.
"Oh, no, baby, one ain't enough. Not for old Stump. Get your head over my joint some more!"
Sandra willingly obliged. She took the full length of his meat down her throat a second time and struggled from her clothes while she sucked, in case Stump changed his mind and wanted to fuck her. Or in case Brad got tired of trying to fuck that stupid kid, Cynthia, and decided to pour his meat to her from behind.
And, by the time Sandra's body was naked, that was exactly what was on Brad's mind.
Sandra's beautiful ass was moving in the air not five feet from Brad's face. His cock lurched in Cynthia's hand as his eyes found Sandra's asshole.
"You sure you won't let me in your pussy?"
"I'm sure," Cynthia replied, and again removed her hand from his cock.
Brad started crawling toward Sandra. He focused on the full, rounded white moons of her voluptuous ass facing him. Her thighs were spread, her cunt was open and dripping.
He could hear the sounds of her mouth working on Stump's prick. The moist, pink flesh between the pouting lips of her blonde-fringed pussy stared back at him.
Brad felt a surge of desire charge through him as he moved closer, and then the pink crinkled mouth of her tiny asshole caught his eye. He was gaping at the delicate beauty of it when he saw Stump raise his head and stare at him with glazed eyes.
His buddy might have said something had he been able to, but instead he was grunting and groaning, watching the top of Sandra's bobbing head while he rotated his hips, sliding his swollen cock in and out of her clasped lips with a moist sucking sound. One hand clung to her hair while the other guided her beautiful face up and down the full length of his hardened young prick.
From his rear vantage point, Brad could see more than just Sandra's exposed, enticing cunt; her creamy white thighs were spread open enough for him to watch the dancing and swaying of her full, hanging tits.
Usually he waited his turn, until Stump was through fucking her. But he was too hot now to wait for any turn. He wanted some meat around his prick. It was too much, with her magnificent ass thrust into the air, waggling just enough to suggest that she was advertising. Fuck, it was just too much.
Stump glared with glassy, lust-filled eyes, watching Sandra's soft, warm mouth greedily sucking his throbbing length of cock, sawing upward into her beautiful face. Then it struck him what a fucking shock she was in for as he glanced at Brad's heavy, rock-hard prick cleaving the air behind her.
Both boys were sure that she would go crazy, explode, wriggle and try to escape when Brad filled her asshole with his giant tool.
It was just the opposite.
Her asshole took the full length of his meat as easily as her cunt and her mouth had taken it many other times.
Sandra lifted her head from Stump's cock just long enough to cry out her joy. "YES, OH FUCK, YES! RAM MY ASS, BRAD! COCK MY ASSHOLE HARD, HARD!"
Then she dropped her head back to Stump's dick and swallowed its full length in one thrust.
CHAPTER SIX
Floyd drove erratically. He was drunk and he was horny. He'd fucked two whores in town and he still had a rigid hard-on. All the time he was fucking them he'd been thinking about those two sweet, young little cunts, Cynthia and Lulu.
But he knew if he tried to throw his meat to them without Sandra's approval, there would be hell to pay.
He sighed as he turned into the drive and killed the engine. "Well, what the hell, I'll just get me a little of Sandra. That'll take care of tonight."
He slid from the car and lurched toward the girls' dorm.
* * *
There was nothing Brad liked better than fucking some hot young bitch like Sandra in the shithole. It gave him a tremendous sense of power to shove his long, thick hunk of hard cockmeat up a juicy asshole. And the fact that she loved it and continued to wildly suck Stump's dick at the same time made it all the better.
Suddenly Stump cried out, "I'm gonna come pretty soon, Sandra! Keep sucking my dick hard, keep sucking me! Eeeeegghh!"
Jesus Christ, Brad thought, she's really giving him a good cocksucking! Who would have figured Sandra to turn out like this? She was a regular little goddamned whore in the rack, that was for sure.
As Sandra swirled her lips and tongue around the fleshy pole of Stump's prick, she thought, Why won't you come, dammit! Please shoot your cum, Stump. Please, I want you to come in my mouth and I want to come with you! Hurry, for God's sake! I don't care about anything, but your coming, and my shooting at the same time... a geyser of cum!
"Goddamn, her asshole's fine!" Brad rasped behind her, pounding and sawing the full length of his meat in and out of Sandra's spongy rear hole.
Stump panted an indiscernible answer, fucking, sawing his hips up and down while he screwed the blonde's mouth with fierce speed. His eyes were open, the pupils rolled back so that they were almost invisible, the whites shining dully.
Brad flexed his hips behind Sandra, causing the throbbing muscles of his thundering prick to stretch the sensitive walls of her shit-passage still wider. He was making little animal-like grunts of ecstasy as he clutched savagely at her asscheeks to draw his cock out so that all that remained inside her was the sticky wet head. Then he plunged forward again to fuck back up her stretched asshole with renewed vigor.
The pressure of his straining thighs pressed her forward so that when Stump's hands forced her head down all the way over his cock, her forehead touched the hard bristles of his cock hair.
"Urrggghhh!" she squealed around the fucking meat filling her mouth.
"Suck my prick! Suck it! Suck my dick! SUCK IT!" Stump yelled in time to his madly jerking hips, his hands wrapped in Sandra's soft, flowing blonde hair.
"Fuck my cock, Sandra, fuck my cock!" Brad bellowed in sadistic glee as he continued his merciless assault on her tender asshole.
Sandra's lips began to nibble the hard, fleshy ridge of Stump's ballooning prick to keep from gagging on his impossibly huge length. She timed her nibblings to the great, pumping strokes of Brad's thick-headed cock in the warm, rubbery shit channel of her rear fuckhole.
Brad's hips were mashed against her smooth, rounded asscheeks as he rammed his expanding rod deeper and farther, causing her mouth to work harder and faster on Stump's swollen prick.
Through this none of them, even the naked Lulu sitting on the floor playing with her own pussy, saw Floyd Crane standing in the doorway.
He'd been standing there for several minutes, mesmerized by the scene of seeing his favorite piece of ass being fucked by two cocks at once.
Then he remembered how Sandra had told him earlier that she didn't feel like fucking that night. That's why he'd gone to the whores in town and not been satisfied. Anger boiled in his brain.
Brad's hard cock stroking sleekly in and out of her voluptuous, plunging ass while she grotesquely sucked the thicker cock of Stump was the most exciting, and yet the most infuriating thing he had ever seen.
It made his dick hard and deranged his male ego. She couldn't fuck him this particular night, but she could fuck these two punks!
He gaped at Sandra hunched on all fours between Stump's spread legs, every inch of his huge young cock completely inside her lips and wildly sucking mouth. Her magnificent tits jiggled and swayed to her pumping motions while Brad strained his young dick upward at her ass in perfect rhythm.
"Oh... Christ almighty!" Brad gasped, and Floyd realized that the boy had finally seen him there. "I-It's Floyd!"
"You... get out of here!" Floyd snapped at the nubbin-headed boy. "Pick up your clothes and get out!"
"Oh, crap!" Stump groaned, his half-glazed eyes focusing on Floyd, even as he continued to thrust his dick up at Sandra's face. Her one hand now moved down and back between her spread thighs to stroke her clitoris while she sucked in a trance at his aching rod of rigid meat.
Floyd was across the room in a bound. He slapped Brad on the shoulders. The boy's dick came out of Sandra's ass with a loud popping sound. Stump didn't wait to be hit. He jumped to his feet and pushed Sandra's still-sucking mouth away from his cock. Both boys scrambled from the room, still naked, and sprinted down the hall to the dorm's front door.
Cynthia ran into the room and screamed when she saw Floyd. She tried to retreat, but the big man grabbed her and threw her on the floor beside Lulu.
"Sit there, you little cunt! You two wanted to watch some fucking? Well, now you're gonna see some real fucking!"
His chest heaving, he turned to face the still sexed-up writhing body of Sandra on the floor.
Goddam, what she needed was a cock, all right, but a man-sized cock, Floyd reasoned in his angered, outraged emotions, and where it would do her the most good!
His shaft length jerked solidly in his pants as he stripped. Lulu and Cynthia glanced in befogged amazement when for the first time they saw Floyd's naked, long, thick cock thrusting out from his hairy pelvis, his heavy balls swaying beneath. Suddenly, Floyd took his prick in his hand, pulled back the thick foreskin from the spongy, bulbous head, and moved behind Sandra's ass.
Sandra's mind was still fogged with desire. She was babbling. Her cocks had been taken away from her and only one thing mattered to her at that moment-getting them back.
When she felt Floyd kneel behind her she strained her ass, like a bitch-dog in heat, toward the dripping head of his gigantic dick.
Had she known it was Floyd's meat about to ream her asshole she would have run screaming from the room. But she didn't, so she begged whoever it was to fuck her.
Floyd slid his hands up the inner sides of her satiny thighs to the lips of her pussy. He stared at the moist, pink separation, tracing its damp slit with a forefinger upward between the creamy orbs of her firm, full ass to the hairless puckered hole of her anus. Her cuntlips quivered excitedly at his touch, while her rounded delicious ass trembled and began to rotate in gyrating want.
Bitch! Floyd thought. Beautiful, wanton, deceiving bitch! He was going to give her something she'd never forget as long as she lived! He gaped at the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed before his throbbing cock.
He plunged his finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips jerk. Then he smeared the damp juice from it over the crinkled little hole of her rectum. He did it several times before wetting the head of his pulsing cock between her open cuntlips, finally nuzzling it up tightly against her snug little asshole.
Sandra heard his laugh and tried to associate it with Brad. Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations he was causing between her widespread buttocks.
Suddenly she felt hands clutching at her hips, holding her vise-like, his pelvis thrusting forward. Then she felt an unbelievable, agonizing stretching of her tiny asshole. Her breath caught in her throat as a vicious spasm of pain stabbed her so unbearably that she writhed and half-screamed. She strained and wiggled her ass to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into her back passage.
"AAAUUUGGGHHHRRRHHH! Dear God! STOP IT! What're you trying to do to me!"
"Take it, you bitch. Take twelve inches of man-cock up your fucking ass!"
Sandra screamed again when she recognized the voice. Oh God, it wasn't Brad's dick reaming her shithole, it was Floyd's! Floyd's fucking telephone pole of a cock!
Oh Christ, hell ruin me, she thought wildly, I'll never be able to shit again!
The huge dick kept burrowing into her asshole in powerful lunges. The pain convinced her that he was going to split her wide open. Her rounded, white buttocks still tried to thrash to eject it, but he held her fast.
"Oh, please, Floyd... you're killing me! My God, I'm sorry... I didn't want to... I couldn't help myself! Please, I beg you, take it out!"
Floyd laughed cruelly and Sandra felt his strong fingers gouging into the tender white flesh of her hips. He continued to hold her and her every move seemed to help drive the thick rod of solid flesh deeper and deeper into her cringing ass.
"Shove back!" he snarled, slapping her hard across her buttocks. "Shove back and grit your teeth, beautiful, loveable bitch!"
Sandra couldn't hold back the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of agony that erupted from her throat as she pressed down onto the floor beneath her while tears streamed down her cheeks.
Oh God! It felt as if he'd ripped her all open back there! His thick, man-sized cock was tearing her bowels apart!
Then his meat was in her to the hilt. His balls slapped her clit and his cockhead bruised her guts.
And it felt good!
She was taking it. She started fucking him back. "YES, YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME! HURT ME!"
Floyd was willing.
"Aaaaagggghh! OHHHHH! Eeeeggghhh!" Sandra gasped, overcome by her thoughts and aroused emotions. It was Floyd who was fucking her asshole like this, fucking her so masterfully, so fucking hard.
The tight, hairless little ring of her shithole clung to the thickly veined surface of his withdrawing dick. He carefully watched the assfucking as though he were simply an observer to the spectacle. Like an enormous battering ram his massive prick surged, purple and swollen, into the abused and clenching ass-mouth lips with greater ease. It would slip back out, only to slam back in with a greater fury than before.
It was wonderful! Mercilessly, Floyd fucked back and forth into Sandra's tight shithole.
Her face was rubbing against the rug. Now her titties were just one big ache as they crushed more and more into it. Her clit was being tortured beyond belief and she was clenching her teeth, her eyes tightly shut, trying to get a come through the cock in her ass.
And then a jet of hot cum seared her bowels and brought on her own come. Sandra screamed through one of the most beautiful comes of her life, then fell off his dick to sprawl on the floor.
Floyd stood and surveyed the room and its other two occupants. His dick was still rock-hard and waving a foot from his hairy groin.
"C'mon, cunt, I'm gonna get my young pussy now and you're gonna help!"
Sandra was floating back to reality. She knew full well what Floyd had in mind, and now she didn't care. She stood and moved toward the girls. "Which one first?"
"Her!" Floyd said, pointing at Cynthia.
"NO! OH, SHIT, NO!" Cynthia screeched, jumping to her feet. "I don't want that big fucker inside me. It'll kill me!"
"I said YES!" Floyd shouted at Cynthia as Sandra grabbed the girl. "Bend her over and hold her good!"
Sandra did as she was told, holding the frightened girl by the shoulders and pressing her flat belly against Cynthia's head.
Floyd parted the girl's tender young asscheeks, opened up the valley and plunged his dick in up to his balls. Cynthia screamed loudly, but took him easily. She was of medium size, standing about five feet five, and was far from being a virgin.
"Well, I'll be damned," Sandra said. "You have been fucked, Cynthia!"
"Yeah, I been fucked by dirty cocks before," Cynthia replied, "but I like pussy better."
Floyd paid no attention. Her cunt was good. The channel was deep and he liked the feel of her buttocks bumping his pubic hair each time he rammed home.
Sandra let the girl go when she started working her ass in circles and mewling aloud. Floyd got two comes out of her before he withdrew his giant tool and savagely opened up her asshole with a powerful thrust of his dick.
Cynthia screamed in pain and would have fallen if Sandra hadn't stepped in front of her and held her in place. Floyd reamed her out until she was crying, then loosened his load into the flexing asshole. He made the girl wash him, the rod stiffening before she was through.
"Next!" he said, pointing to Lulu.
Sandra grabbed the girl's hand and forced her into the same position as the first. Lulu was younger and smaller, and Floyd had trouble gaining entrance. With Sandra's help, he managed to old her still long enough to get in a good drive.
The huge cylinder of meat entered with a pop, then stopped half way. Lulu was screaming and fighting, but Sandra's powerful arms soon had her under control. Floyd got a good hold on the quivering hips and began driving. He sank a little deeper each time until his balls were slapping her cunt mound.
The froth surrounding his tool turned reddish as he continued to pound himself in and out. The girl never reached a climax but was still in fair shape when Floyd did.
Sandra let her go and instructed Cynthia to clean her up with her tongue.
As Cynthia's head disappeared between Lulu's legs, she turned back to Floyd. "Want some more? I'm hot again!"
"Get it up again, baby," Floyd laughed, "and don't bite it!"
Sandra rammed her head over his deflating prick and sucked wildly until it was up again, filling her mouth and throat.
"Where do you want it first?" she said, pulling her face off his prick.
"In your ass again," Floyd hissed, "first!"
Obediently, Sandra rolled over and spread her cheeks. Floyd fell across her and reamed her ass, ball-deep, on the first lunge.
This time Sandra didn't mind, and helped him out by pumping her big ass up and down every time he shot it home. She clawed her own tits when she started coming, leaving red welts on the creamy skin.
The nipples stuck out like little dicks on top of the huge things, then deflated like balloons each time Floyd made her come. After three fast comes, he still held on to the hard he had. She was flat on her belly when he finished, moaning like crazy under him.
Floyd stood above her. To his amazement his cock was still rock-hard. He felt the best he had felt in years. It was then he decided to do something he hadn't done in months. He decided to go back to his own bedroom and give Mabel the same kind of fucking he'd just given Sandra, Cynthia and Lulu.
Still naked, forgetting his clothes, he lurched from the room.
When he was gone, Sandra crawled over to Lulu and Cynthia, who were wildly sucking each other's cunts. She pulled them apart and stared into their eyes.
"How would you two like to get back at that prick for what he just did?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mabel was wilder and hotter than she'd ever been in her life. She had made Paul shoot his youthful juice into her throat, and now she stood at the foot of the bed figuring a way to get his cock up again so she could sit on it and feel his youthful dick up her pussy.
"I ate you and drank you down, Paul, darling."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," the boy gasped.
"Wouldn't you like to do the same for me now?"
Mabel spread her legs in front of his innocent face. Little Paul's eyes got as large as saucers and they were glued to her pussy. She pushed forward and parted her cunt so that he could see the hole. She licked one finger and stroked it down the center. The boy could barely keep still, and his prick began to harden again.
Paul wasn't bashful. He wanted to feel her titties, and he told her so. She let him. Soon her pussy got hotter and he was trying to get his hands up her legs. She let him stick one finger in her and he twirled it around for a second, before she pulled his hand away and again stood in front of him, where he could see her cunt. There were long hairs and she took a handful of her pussy, to arouse the boy even more.
She saw his eyes cut to her cunt and he was aroused by how soft and good it looked between her thighs. She shifted her weight so that it rested on one leg, which opened a little space so that he could see the inner lips of her pussy better.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked softly, watching him reach for her leg and gently stroke it.
"You're very beautiful."
"Thank you, Paul."
Then he had both hands around her thighs. He squeezed and his slender fingers sunk into her buttocks. His mouth was directly against her pussy and she could feel his hot breath. His hands moved around in back of her and fingered her asshole. Before she knew it, he was licking the insides of her thighs, going from one side to the other. At first it tickled, then it got more intense, feeling how his wet tongue moved over her like a serpent.
Paul's voice was muffled as he turned and moved in between her thighs. She had to stiffen her body. His kisses were burning her body. His tongue was under her pussy and sliding back and forth now. She opened her legs and his tongue came in her the way a prick would. She caught his head between her legs and wriggled to make it juicier. She teased his tongue with her slit and he was soon frantic and slurping her cunt juice eagerly.
"Oh, damn, that feels so good, darling. Suck it, baby, drink the juice from my pussy like I drank your cum!" Mabel moved her head to peer around his shoulder into his lap. His dick was coming back up.
She bent down and opened her legs wider and he clawed at her hole. She wanted his prick inside her; she wanted it now.
She closed her eyes and remembered the last time her husband fucked her. Floyd had a big, universal-sized dick and had left her sore for a week. He sucked her off and kissed between her asscheeks and it was embarrassing because Floyd had never sucked her ass before. Maybe she could get little Paul to do that to her. After all, he was still young, and didn't know what was happening.
As it happened, there wasn't that much to teach Paul. He knew just what to do. He was good at it, too. He showed her what it was like to get her cunt sucked and played in by a young, eager tongue. He enjoyed licking her from the other end as well. Of course, she had some reservations about letting him do that, his being so young and innocent, but it was good to let a child find out things for himself.
She gently pushed his head away from her syrupy cunt and went back to work on his cock to get it fully hard for fucking. She found his balls and played with them as well. First she fingered them, gingerly, then weighed them and gently rolled them between her fingertips. Then she took hold of his boyish cock. She loved the feel of it, even though it was almost lost in her hand. It had a sponge-rubber feel to it even when it was hard. She squeezed it and thought she could feel the inner core of hardness.
She could bend it, too, although not very far. She was curious about the foreskin. She took it between her thumb and first two fingers and began to work it down slowly, more and more of the bright pink-red head appearing. He began to writhe and moan a little.
"Am I hurting you, baby?" she asked.
"Oh no!"
She made one more discovery. He loved it when she moved her fingers over the small ridge that surrounded the head, separating it from the body of his cock. She guessed it had the same effect as stroking her clit. So she concentrated on that spot as she continued to work the foreskin down farther and farther, until all of a sudden the knob popped out like a ripe red cherry.
All this fondling had Paul groveling beneath her like a worm, sucking on her tits like they were going out of style. His cock was pulsing feverishly now and cum fluid was flowing down from the tiny hole at the tip, wetting Mabel's fingers.
She let go of his prick, pulled her nipple from his mouth, and flopped over onto her back. Breathing heavily now, she rasped, "Get on me, darling!"
Paul was wide-eyed, his frail body trembling. "You mean... fuck you?"
"Ummmm!" Mabel murmured.
He hesitated, his face pale and tense, then he crawled between her parted legs. Mabel brought him down on top of her, welcoming the touch of his perspiration-wet flesh against hers. She maintained the contact of their bodies for a few moments, the points of her tits hard against his smooth chest. Then she released her hold on him and whispered, "Now, darling... do it!"
Paul was so excited he looked as if he were going to cry, his frail body shaking violently. He made a couple of stabs between her legs with his young cock, missing the hole each time. If it was ever going to happen, Mabel knew she would have to show him the way.
She reached down and took hold of his cock, and brought it to her moist, rubbery cuntlips. She swished the head of his young prick up and down a couple of times, wetting it with her juices, and then steered him to her opening and let him go the rest of the way on his own. When he hesitated, she reached behind him, grabbed his buttocks and pulled him tight to her.
She felt his prick slide into her cunt as deep as it would go with the first thrust. It felt so much different than Floyd's, so much smaller. Yet it actually gave her a greater thrill, because she wanted it so much. Right now she was ready to start climbing the wall.
She had him he still on top of her, almost hoping that her juices would accomplish some sort of magic and make him just a little bigger. Not too much, just a little. But it didn't really matter. By moving him around a little, she managed to position him so that with each up-and-down movement his prick scraped over her clitoris.
Mabel made a contented sound deep in her throat, and then she became a wild thing at the end of his cock, her flesh vibrating around him as if it were part of some man-made machine. No man, much less a boy his age, could stand such friction for long. Almost before she realized it, she felt him shooting his load into her belly.
He screamed, then fell against her as she went on humping him. The little skimming orgasms he had j brought her didn't even begin to bring her the relief she craved.
But it was close, and it would get better. She knew it would.
* * *
Brad tramped toward the boys' dorm, his prick aching from not getting a come in Sandra's ass. Stump had taken off. He planned on hitch-hiking into town and trying to pick up a piece of ass. Brad I had declined, deciding to go back to the dorm and j beat his meat instead of standing on the highway and waiting for a ride.
He was just passing under Paul's window when he heard the slurp, slurp, slurp sounds he knew only too well. Brad slid in behind a tree and stared through the partially opened curtains.
"Jesus Christ!" he choked aloud, but they were too engrossed to hear him. Man, were they fucking, no fucking doubt about it! He moved silently forward, a lust-inspired gleam firing his eyes as his j cock lurched in his jeans. He focused them immediately on the full and rounded white moons of Mabel Crane's voluptuous ass as she worked it up and down over little Paul's dick.
Then Brad saw her lift off his prick and move her cunt over his face.
"Eat me again, baby," she cooed. "Eat your cum out of my pussy and I'll suck you hard again so you can fuck my asshole with your sweet cock!"
Brad had dropped to his knees and was pulling at his cock feverishly. He could hardly believe that what he was viewing through the window was real. But he knew it was. Paul was licking Mabel Crane's moist cunt like a brat sucking at a tit, holding onto the full cheeks of her ass and shoving his face right up into it! Christ, how he'd like to be in Paul's place. He could almost taste it! And there she was sucking him now.
Mabel's magnificent ass and pussy were flowered right open to him, marred only by the squirt's bobbing head as he played his tongue inside the damp, pink flesh of the pussy he was holding open with his thumbs.
Brad's cock felt as if it were going to blow apart if he didn't relieve its tension soon. He began to pump harder. In his young lifetime of sensual pleasure he'd never seen, even dreamed, of anything like what he was witnessing.
Then Paul shot another load in the beautiful woman's mouth. Brad could see the kid's cum juice bloat her lips and ooze out over her chin.
Then, without warning, it happened. The sight of the sweat-smeared bodies locked together in abandoned fucking, and the flailing pressure of his own fist on his cock, caused his eruption.
Brad stifled a groan as he felt the dam give way and his balls give up their boiling juices. The cum flowed like lava the length of his rigid dick and spewed out in great, gushing streams to fall in gobs to the ground. He kept his eyes on the couple and his hand on his cock until a puddle of cum had formed on the ground at his feet and his body rocked in the throes of passion.
As the final release of orgasm drained from his body, he began to seethe with a different kind of passion.
Fucking young girls was great, but Brad wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a beautiful, older woman like Mabel Crane.
Shit, Floyd had stopped him and Stump from fucking Sandra. Why shouldn't he and Stump fuck Floyd's wife?
But how?
As he watched Mabel dress and leave Paul's room, Brad decided to tell Stump. Stump would know how they could fuck Mabel Crane.
* * *
Floyd looked at his wife's sleeping body on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her lips were curled into a smile. Floyd could swear that she was dreaming about fucking. He'd seen that look on her face many times before.
Her heavy, firm tits were sticking straight up, hard and tempting. He knew too well the direct line connecting them to her cunt, and took one in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the distended nipple.
Mabel twisted under him, pressing her lush cunt against his erect cock, swaying her hips and grinding herself against him. She began moaning softly, then louder. When she gave in to the orgasm, he plunged his dick into her savagely, tearing his way to the bottom of her cunthole, ripping one convulsion after the other from her. They gyrated for several minutes, then he pulled free, stopping himself from coming into the hot hole.
Mabel's back arched, hunting for the cock that he'd taken from her, then realized why it had been removed. Her little Paul wanted a different position to fuck her in. Still asleep and mumbling, "Fuck me, fuck me some more," Mabel flipped over onto her elbows and knees.
She felt him fill her again from behind.
She lowered her head and shook it as he grasped her hip bones and mercilessly plowed home time after time, wrenching orgasms from her body. When she was flooded with her own cream, when she was shaking like a leaf, when she turned savage, he let himself go. The hot cum dulled all her senses except her ability to feel, and she wailed her pleasure in the dick she had in her. Then, exhausted, she lay full length on the bed, her golden body still trembling from the brutal eruptions it had experienced.
"Mmmmm, I thought it was a dream at first, but, Paul darling, you followed me home to fuck me again, you darling boy!"
"PAUL?"
Mabel's eyes opened. She screamed just as Floyd's hands whipped across her tits, nearly knocking her from the bed.
"Floyd, no, PLEASE!"
"Kidfucker, huh?" the big man shouted, striking her and making her head bounce each time against the mattress. "All you cunts are kidfuckers tonight!"
He pulled his belt from his pants.
"Floyd, you prick... DON'T!"
He did, on her ass, her thighs, her cunt, her belly, and even her tits, until her whole body was one red, bleeding welt.
At last he dropped the belt and stood panting, looking down at her shaking, moaning body. Then he realized that her moans weren't coming from pain. They were coming from passion. She was about to come. She had been finger-fucking herself all the time he had been beating her.
"Jesus," he exclaimed as he watched her hand pump wildly into her cunt-slot.
Mabel rolled over and faced him, smiling. "Look at yourself, you asshole!"
Floyd looked down. His prick was again standing straight out from his groin. "My God."
"Fuck me, you bastard. You got me hot, now fuck me!"
Floyd gazed at her lush nudity, and his cock throbbed. He found it difficult to think of her as his wife now. Her tits were rich, ripe bulbs which surged forward. He'd screwed eighteen-year-olds whose tits hung more. Her belly was a gentle undulation crowned by a dimple which invited his tongue. Her fluffy cunt fur was thick; the hairs were mostly straight, and they grew in all directions.
Suddenly he wanted to fuck Mabel more than he'd ever wanted to fuck Sandra or any of the other young cunts. He didn't know why, but he didn't care at that point.
His cock angled up and backward, standing above his belly. A pearl of clear moisture oozed from its eye and clung at the hole. Mabel speared it with the tip of her tongue and swallowed it. She then lay back and groaned as her welts rubbed into the mattress.
"Eat me a little first, Floyd. Lick me a little all over first."
It was as if nothing had ever happened between them. Suddenly Floyd, in his own stupid way, wanted her the way he had wanted her when they were first married.
He turned to her and hesitated for a moment as he drank in her mature beauty. Then he dug in.
Mabel gave a little squeal and lifted her arms around him as he mashed his mouth down onto hers. Her tongue flickered into his mouth like a flame. He kissed her hotly, his tongue stabbing, rubbing. He felt the pillows of her tits yielding to the weight of his chest. The tips of her nipples were hard as little stones.
He left her mouth and moved downward, kissing her chin, then her throat, and finally the luscious tits, which were tanned all over. He nipped at a nipple, seizing it briefly between his lips, then letting it go. He went to the other one and gave it a lick with his moist tongue.
"Ohhh, yes... yes... yesssss!" Mabel groaned.
He drew the thick nipple up into his mouth and sucked it wetly. He laved it with his tongue. Mabel shuddered with delight, causing her tit to shake against his face. Floyd filled a hand with her other tit and squeezed it repeatedly as he sucked the first one.
She reached down and gripped the giant cock that hung from his crotch. God, it was hard! He was obviously enjoying this... and so was she!
He backed up farther and began to kiss her smooth belly.
"Oh, eat it, Floyd! EAT IT AND FUCK IT LIKE YOU NEVER FUCKED IT BEFORE!"
Watching him, she moved her legs far apart. The puffy outer lips of her cunt parted to reveal the slick pink flesh within. Her clit was erect, beckoning him.
But he didn't kiss her there. His cock was pounding with lust, and he wanted to thrust it deep into her pussy and feel her squirm around him.
He started to mount her.
"Hey... wait a minute," she breathed.
He looked at her through hot eyes. "I want you... now!"
"EAT ME FIRST, YOU PRICK!"
She was just like Sandra. He couldn't help but do as he was told.
He snuggled down between her thighs, and Mabel lifted her legs to place her feet on his shoulders. This tilted her pussy up just right. He used his thumbs to pry open the luscious pink lips. Her hooded clit pointed at him, and the pink mouth of her cunt came unstuck, the lips around it l flaring forward.
Floyd breathed in the scent of perfume and cunt. His head grew lighter. His cock throbbed even more. He stuck out his tongue and lapped it gently up and down across the clit, wiggling the folds of flesh.
Mabel began to breathe harder. He could hear it. Her hips gave a little jerk. He held his tongue right against the tip of her clit and felt it vibrate.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, shiiiiit!" she whimpered.
Floyd took her clitoris between his sucking lips and drew on it gently as he tongue-brushed its tip.
"Uuuuhhh!" she grunted. Her hips heaved, and he lost his hold.
He plowed his tongue deeper into her cunt meat and was completely surrounded by her slippery flesh. Her moisture dribbled onto his tongue.
Whining and crying, she revolved her hips and pressed her wet pussy against him. His tongue dived full-length into her hot hole.
"GO!" Mabel cried. "Tongue-fuck me! Give me all of it!"
Floyd pumped his tongue in and out of her cunt hole like a cock. He felt its muscles grab at him. He fluttered his tongue up across her clit again, then bored down on the sensitive little button-sucking, tonguing and nibbling.
"That's it!" Mabel cried. "Get it... ohhhh, God, get it!" Her tone turned passionately vicious. "LICK IT, YOU BASTARD! EAT IT! OHHH, SHIIIIIT... YOU MOTHER-FUCKER... SHIIIIIT!"
Floyd surged forward over her. Whining urgently, she gripped his cock and aimed it into her cunt. He jammed it forward and down, sinking into her all the way, and the wildest thrill went through him, like none he'd ever had in his life.
My God, he thought, why did I ever stop fucking her?
He wallowed on her belly, his knees digging for friction to drive his dick harder into her fleshy folds.
"Oh, cock me, FUCK ME!" Mabel cried. "Jesus, Floyd, you are hung like a horse, you are better than the kids! Pour it to me, lover... harder... HARDER, YOU FUCKER!"
Baby, are you going to get it! he thought, and he went to work. He stroked his hard cock deeply in and out, nearly withdrawing each time he pulled back. This long, gliding motion titillated all Mabel's cuntal nerve endings, and thrilled his cock from its root to its tip. He drove it in harder, slamming his belly against hers.
"Ooohhh, God! OOOHHHH!" she howled.
This was bliss. This was what she'd wanted. It knocked all the bitterness and frustration out of her while jacking her tension toward an imminent release.
She pumped with him, fucking as hard as he did. She wailed and scratched and tossed her head. Her red hair whipped across the pillows.
Their meat sloshed noisily together. Mabel felt the juice pouring out of her cunthole and down her crotch to tickle her asshole.
"Ohhh, you fucker!" she screamed. "You big fat fucker!"
Floyd growled and humped her more fiercely. Her belly was bobbing beneath him, and her hot, sliding cunt worked on his prick like a velvet glove-grabbing, gliding, twisting, milking. He'd never had it so good.
"Take it... TAKE IT!" he yelled, and he fucked as fast as his hips would move.
"Yes! YESSSSS!" Mabel cried in a rising crescendo. And then she had it. "OOOHHHHH!"
Her belly bounced, and her cunt rippled. She heaved and sobbed. Her fingernails sank into his flesh and she clung to his belly, her gulping pussy convulsing as he pressed deep and let go. He flooded her with his warm juice, pumping and pumping, giving her all the cum his balls had stored up.
All the tension drained from Mabel's body. She could feel it flowing out of her muscles and nerves, relaxing her brain, setting her whole being at ease.
With a blissful sigh, she relaxed against the bed, and Floyd came to rest over her.
"It's all right now, isn't it, Floyd? Oh, darling, we're going to be together again all the time now, aren't we?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah."
"I won't have to fuck little boys anymore, and you won't have to fuck the girls."
"Yeah."
But to Floyd's dull mind the idea of just fucking his wife, no matter how good she was, all of a sudden wasn't attractive enough to give up all that young, tight pussy for good.
He remembered Sandra's words: "Get rid of her, Floyd, and I'll make sure you get yourself the best young pussy around... and all you want of it."
"Floyd?"
"Yeah."
"I love you, and I love your cock."
"Yeah, I love your pussy too."
But not that much, he thought, remembering Brad and Stump and seeing a way to get rid of all of them at once.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"But why them, Floyd?" Mabel whispered, glancing sideways at Brad and Stump where they stood, lounging against the station wagon. "I've always gotten the supplies from town by myself before."
"Because, honey," Floyd said, "they're big, strong boys. There's no sense you carrying all that stuff by yourself when we got strong boys around the place now."
Reluctantly, Mabel crossed the drive and got into the wagon. Floyd nodded to the two boys and they got in with her.
Floyd smiled to himself as he watched the station wagon angle down the drive to the road. As it disappeared, he turned and headed for the girls' dorm.
He was whistling. Mabel had indeed been good pussy, but he couldn't see giving up all the young stuff around the place for her. He'd talked to the boys earlier that morning, and then called the sheriffs office.
Mabel would probably tell the sheriff about Floyd and Sandra when she was caught with the boys, but Sandra would deny everything and then it would just be his word against Mabel's. And, since she would be caught in the act of fucking those two young boys... well, Floyd was pretty sure they would believe him.
He stopped on the lawn in front of the girls' dorm and called up to Sandra. In a few seconds she appeared, naked, at the window.
"Yeah, Daddy Floyd?"
"It's done," the big man replied.
"Good," she smiled, and ran her hands over her beautiful big tits. "I'll bet I know what you want now."
"You bet your cute little ass. Gather up those other two and come on up to the house. I'll be naked, hard, and waitin'."
"Be there soon, Daddy Floyd!"
Floyd turned away from the dorm and headed for the house. Once again he was whistling and he could feel his cock already getting hard in his pants.
Sandra turned from the window and, smiling, moved toward the naked boy on the bed. "Is he gone, Sandra?"
"Yes, Paul, he's gone. I'll have to go up to the house and fuck him soon."
"Awww, shit, Sandra," Paul sighed, "you said we could do it if I told the tape recorder everything me and Mrs. Crane did last night."
"I know I did, honey," Sandra said, "and I will. I'll get Lulu to keep Floyd busy until Cynthia and I get up there. Ill be right back!"
"Hurry! Oh shit, hurry, Sandra. I want to play with you and fuck you so much more than I did Mabel!"
"I know you do, baby. You just wait a second." Sandra opened the door and called down the hall. "Lulu!"
The girl emerged from her room with a scowl on her face. "Yeah?"
"Go on up! We'll be along in a minute."
"Do I have to, Sandra? That big dick of his scares me!"
"Go, Lulu. You know what we agreed on."
"C'mon, Sandra, let me suck and fuck Paul and you go do it with Floyd. Paul's more my size!"
"Lulu... "
"Oh, all right," the girl mumbled and shuffled away.
Sandra closed the door and returned to the bed. "You can start by sucking my titties, Paul. Ooohh, yes, like that! Careful, not too hard. Don't bite, suck!"
She stiffened and mewled delightfully as Paul nursed first one tit and then the other. Oh, God, it felt so good, just like her little brother used to do it. Sandra was hot as all hell, much hotter than she'd ever been with Floyd or Stump.
Aroused wasn't the word for the way this young kid was making her feel. And he hadn't even touched her cunt yet.
But he would. Oh yes, she would see to that. She would make this little baby love her pussy so much that when the time came he would be willing to tell anyone about the dirty, depraved things Mabel Crane had made him do to her.
"Taste as good as Mabel's titties, Paul?"
"Ummm, better," the boy mumbled against her tit.
"You haven't finished your job yet, you know," she pointed out to him, her breathing grown heavy. "Think you can do two things at the same time?"
Paul didn't interrupt his sucking. He just shrugged his narrow shoulders and waited for her to speak.
"Just keep sucking my tits and start fingering my pussy, baby!"
Sandra lay back on the bed and moved his hand to her belly. She moaned as she felt his hand move slowly, lightly, down over her tummy, along her groin, through her luxurious cunt hair and then over her thighs. She parted her legs just enough for him to fit his hand between them and move along the smooth, warm insides of her thighs. She gave a little jump when his fingertips found the moist lips of her cunt and brushed over them lightly.
"Oooohhhh!" she squealed with delight as she felt his fingers slide inside her warm, syrup-filled pussy. It made no difference that his fingers were inexperienced and awkward. She was so hot down there that every part of her cunt was supersensitive, every place he touched sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Quite by accident his fingers found her clit at the top of her slit. She gasped and shivered from head to toe.
"Oh, there, darling! Right there! Ooohhh, you found the spot, baby. Ooohhh, rub. Keep rubbing!"
"Like that?" Paul asked, eager to please this beautiful blonde teenager.
"Yes, just like that," Sandra panted. "Oh, baby, now my tits. Kiss my tits while you do it!"
Paul needed no second invitation. He slobbered all over her luscious, creamy tits with his lips and tongue, filling them with insane desire as delicious sensations filled the depths of Sandra's oozing pussy.
Almost before she realized it, she started to come. She could feel herself drifting into a frenzy of furious lust, moving her hips wildly to the movement of the finger tormenting her clitoris. She arched upward off the blanket, straining tensely against his hand, fighting to sustain her climax as long as possible. When it was done she collapsed back onto the bed. She pushed his hand from between her legs, lifting his head gently from her tit.
"Now you, honey," she cooed, and dropped her mouth over his cock. She could take the full length of Floyd's huge tool all the way into her throat, so Paul's was easy.
The boy gasped and bucked and cried out his joy as he saw all his young meat disappear into her beautiful face.
"Mmmm, good, sweet, young cock," Sandra gurgled around the prick-flesh only partly filling her mouth and throat.
"You'll make me come in a minute!" Paul whispered to her.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, taking her mouth away for a minute.
He blushed. "It... it wouldn't be very pleasant for you, I mean my... "
"Don't be silly. I love it! Do you want to?"
"Oh yes! Please!"
She returned to her expert sucking and rolling and nibbling. In a moment Paul couldn't control himself any longer and found himself thrusting hard into her mouth, straining and gasping with the pleasure of it.
He felt his cum spurt up into her mouth. He expected her to take her face away, but she gobbled it, swallowed it and then took her mouth away to get air and went back to lick away anything that remained. Paul was surprised and a little embarrassed as she grinned up at him.
"Was it good, baby?"
"It was great, the best," Paul choked.
"Good. Now I've got to go. You get dressed and go back to your room and wait."
"But I wanna fuck your pussy," the boy pleaded.
Sandra smiled. She had him, and she knew it. "You just do everything I told you and in a few days you can have all of my pussy, and Lulu's and Cynthia's, that you want. Okay?"
"Aww, shit. Okay. You gonna go fuck ol' Floyd now?"
"Yes, baby, I'm gonna go fuck ol' Floyd now... for the last time."
* * *
Lulu entered the bedroom determined to quiet her fears and do exactly as Sandra had instructed. The sight of Floyd Crane lying on the bed, naked, fisting the enormous twelve inches of his cock with both hands, shocked her. But she didn't stop until she was right beside the bed.
"Where's the other two?" Floyd growled.
"They're comin'," Lulu answered, a sudden ache sprouting in her little pussy as she remembered that big thing ramming up her pussy the day before.
"Well, shit, little honey," Floyd chuckled, "we might as well get started rather than just waste time waitin' for 'em."
"I guess so."
He heard the fear in her voice. It excited him. Oh shit, he thought, it was gonna be good. He'd rip that little pussy of hers apart this time.
"Well, what are ya waitin' for?"
"Huh?"
"Get your clothes off! Get naked, Lulu, so I can see them sweet little titties and that snappin' pussy of yours!"
He expected her to run. But, to his astonishment she began to unbutton her blouse, and before he knew what she was doing she had lifted her little tits out of her bra and was holding them out invitingly to him.
"Goddam, baby, you really want old Floyd, don't you?"
"Yeah," Lulu lied and managed to half-smile. "I really want old you."
Floyd got off the bed, came around and knelt between her legs. He took one little tit between his lips and sucked hard.
"Owwww," Lulu cried and tried to pull it away but he dug his teeth in.
He grabbed the other tit and began to maul it with his big hairy hand. He felt triumphant when he realized he was hurting her and she was frightened. Then he realized that he wanted her to cooperate, and he began to be gentler with her. Soon she was sighing and panting with pleasure in spite of herself.
He led her towards the bed, noticing that the young girl never took her eyes off his prick. He sat her on the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. The prick was now nearly on a level with her face and she could see every detail of its hairy, wrinkled surface.
She reached out a hand to touch it. Floyd grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his waiting prick and automatically came closer.
"Kiss it!" he commanded.
Lulu bent down to it, but he thrust it hard at her. Before she knew what was happening it was right in her mouth and being shoved down her throat.
"That's right, that's right. Now suck! Go on, suck!" His voice was so harsh that Lulu knew she didn't dare disobey.
His prick tasted bitter-sweet and not unpleasant. As she sucked, it seemed to give off juice that filled her mouth. Soon he began to pump it in and out of her mouth and she found that all she had to do was keep her mouth around it and suck hard. His hands were grasping her shoulders in a cruel grip that hurt her, but soon he stopped, panting.
"Now let's fuck. Damn, I wanna feel this big mother in your hot little cunt! Lie down, baby. C'mon, he down!"
Lulu lay back obediently on the bed and immediately a rough hand seized the elastic band of her panties. With one jerk Floyd had the flimsy garment down to her knees and then off. His huge hands forced her legs apart, and now he was shoving that giant cock between her cuntlips.
Lulu remembered how the pain had struck the previous day. And then she remembered how it had started to feel good just before he had come and pulled it out. She tried to relax and not be too frightened. Then Floyd lurched and buried half the mammoth cock-pole in her pussy.
"OHHH, SHIT!"
"Relax, baby, just relax. You can take my dick. You can take it all!" He made a second, vicious thrust and felt his prick go all the way up in her.
Lulu felt as though she would burst with the size of it and opened her legs as far as she could. The longer he was in her, she found, the more used her little cunt got to the size of it. And when he had fully inserted it so that she was sure it couldn't go any farther, there was still a good inch and a half left outside. Floyd tried to shove it up, but that was as much as her little pussy hole would take. He didn't mind, really. He was surprised she had taken as much as she had.
But by now he was inflamed with a vicious passion and he began to fuck her savagely. Lulu cried out at the onslaught, but in vain. He screwed the great meat into her and out with thrusts that shook her whole body and the bed too. Soon her protests died down, and she began to feel that marvelous sensation she had experienced before.
She sensed that if she relaxed and fucked him back, his huge prick would give her the come of her life.
She began to respond, lifting her young ass from the bed and towards this man with his ugly face and big dick. Her outflung hands clutched the bed cover and her head twisted from side to side on the bed.
Floyd was still kneeling while she lay back on the bed but now he threw himself on top of her, nearly knocking all the breath from her tiny body.
Lulu felt her climax coming and it was greater than anything she had experienced yet, bigger than when she played with herself, more exciting than Sandra had ever managed to produce.
He was whispering in her ear.
"Do you like being fucked, little baby? Do you like it right up your tight little cunt? Tell me!"
"Yes, yes, I like it. I like being fucked! Please, just a little longer... fuck me... FUCK ME!"
Floyd buried his giant cock to the balls, submitting to the sensuous feel of her hot liquid gushing from between her lower lips to scald his balls.
"Ohhh... ohhh... OHHHHHHH!" Lulu wailed like a stuck pig when her cunt exploded. Then, with the first jolt barely passed, she came a second time. "HARD! HARDER! COMM-MINNNG!" the young girl screamed. "I'M COMMMINNNGGG!"
"Oh, honey, baby, ME TOOOOO!" Floyd bellowed.
And, with one long, gigantic thrust, it happened. Thick, rich torrents of heavy, creamy white cum spurted into her cunt as his huge cock spat its load into her belly in long, thick streams. He roared in victory as he felt his prick swell to an even greater size with the force of his great come.
It was too much pain, too much joy for Lulu. She closed her eyes and let her mind and body fall into a dark cavern of momentarily suspended animation.
When the last shuddering spurt of cockjuice had drained from his prick, he pulled it from her hole.
"You wanna suck it clean now, baby?"
Lulu looked up into his face and - nodded dumbly.
"Good, good," Floyd said. "You suck it hard and have it ready for the other two cunts when they get here!"
CHAPTER NINE
The supplies were loaded in the back of the station wagon and they were headed back toward home when Brad lit a cigarette. The acrid smoke filled Mabel's nostrils and she knew at once that the boys were handing a joint back and forth.
"You shouldn't do that in the car," she said, suddenly conscious of Stump's young eyes on her legs and partially exposed thighs, immediately setting the confused little kettle of her cunt to boiling.
Stump snickered. "Shit, we dig pot. Who doesn't these days?"
"Me, perhaps," Mabel said. "I've never tried it... and I guess you can't be a judge if you've ; never tried a thing, can you?"
"That's what they say," Brad chimed in, his voice crisp.
"Then... you ought to," Stump said. "If you want to turn on... try it, I mean." He was still filling his eyes with her legs and she could almost feel the heat of their youthful warmth. "It isn't the way they say it is, Mabel. It's cool stuff... smoothes you out. Makes you hip... know what I mean?"
Mabel laughed, but more from the excitement racing through her than from his words. She let her right hand drop from the steering wheel to cover his, resting on his thigh, letting it lie momentarily before exerting pressure against his tensed, strong one. "Maybe I should," she said, actually fumbling for words. "But I couldn't. I mean, not while I'm driving."
"Well, shit," Stump said, sensing the need building in the older woman's body. "Turn down that road there into those woods. We'll all smoke a little, and who knows what else?"
Mabel knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't resist the attractions of two young boys and the thrills they might be able to give her.
Shit, how stupid I am, she thought, just when I got it back on with Floyd. But I've got to know - I've just got to!
Ten minutes later they were out of the car sitting side by side in the grass. Just three or four puffs of the offered joint and Mabel was dizzy. She felt giddy and sexy all at once.
"I gotta go pee," Brad suddenly exclaimed. "I'll be right back!"
He stalked off through the trees, and through the haze over her eyes Mabel saw Stump smiling and moving closer to her.
"You're one hell of a good loo kin' woman, you know that?"
"Do you really think so?"
"Shit, yeah, I think so," Stump hissed, and eased one arm around her shoulders. The other hand smoothed over the little quivering bowl of her belly to her waist. He drew her to him, his young mouth moving toward hers.
Mabel let him kiss her, the warm moistness of his lips soft against her own, making erotic sensations churn in her cunt.
He rose to his knees and thrust the rising bulge in the front of his pants toward her hand. "Feel it, Mabel, test my dick!"
The hard feel of the young, swollen cock inside his pants sent a wild jolt of excitement charging through her. She couldn't help grasping hold of it in eager examination, tracing her thumb and forefinger along its length and thickness.
"God!" she gasped, hardly conscious of his hand moving into the front of her dress and flimsy bra to cup and knead her naked tit, while she unfastened the front of his pants and slid her hand inside. She found the opening in his shorts, and finally the hot shaft of his hard young prick was encircled within her soft, searching hand.
Stump gasped at the contact of her smooth fingers on his hardened cock. He felt it jerk lustfully in her palm. Damn, she was a hot bitch, all right, and he'd never felt such beautiful tits in his life!
"You wanna fuck me, don't ya, Mabel?"
"Yes, YES! Dammit, I do! Get in the car... on the back seat, and lay down!"
He did, lying down on his back while Mabel crawled in to lower herself on top of the length of his strong young frame. Nothing else mattered to her any longer except the beautiful boy beneath her.
She lay on top of him, wriggling her hips uncontrollably, passionately kissing him now, and teasing her moist tongue-tip inside his ear.
Stump moved his strong young hands to her already quivering asscheeks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He smoothed them to her waist, amazed at its He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered into it. "You like to fuck kids, don't ya?"
"Yes," Mabel moaned. "Yes, I do. Oh, God, I love young, hard cock!"
"You like to suck, too, don't ya?"
"To suck... to suck!" she gasped down at him. "I love to suck... beautiful young cocks, darling... like yours!"
"Jesus," Stump breathed, his voice cracking childishly in his excitement from her admission.
"When it's time, I'll get up over you and put your prick right inside my pussy so you can watch it going in and out!" Mabel hissed, spreading her thighs inside her short dress as far as she could so she could rub her cunt against his ever-throbbing shaft of rock-hard flesh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Stump couldn't believe it, nor the crazy wild sensations she was setting off inside him. Man, she was too much, and soon he would feel the hollowed curve of her thighs rocking against the bulge of his swollen dick!
He pressed his fingers into the crease between her lush ass, pushing material and all in the crack. Mabel responded by jiggling and gyrating them, making the two beautiful mounds move sensuously beneath his hands.
Her mouth had fastened on his neck and she was trying to pull her dress up. He caught her hand and held it fast, then with the other unzipped the long fastener at her back.
She didn't try to stop him as he undressed her, easing her off him to one side and lifting the dress over her head. He unfastened her bra, leaving only her tiny panties. It was the way he wanted to look at her for a moment, and then she climbed back over him.
"Damn, lady," Stump groaned, "am I gonna throw a fuck into you!"
"Yes, oh God, YES!" Mabel cried out with lusty desire. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck my cunt raw!"
Her spectacular tits swayed crazily above him while she gazed down with lush, open lips. Stump sucked in a ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing the hard point of her tit into his hot mouth. Mabel groaned loudly as he began to nibble and suck. He could hear her rapid breathing, and suddenly she was rubbing her puffy cunt mound frantically on his throbbing cock, letting her legs fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh God, yes!" she gasped. "That's beautiful, darling! Suck it and flail it with your tongue! Don't be afraid... yes, like that! Even bite it a little if you want to! Oohhhhh!"
Don't be afraid! Stump thought crazily. Christ, fear was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment. But he could hardly breathe from the smothering pressure of her soft, lush tit-flesh around his face. Abruptly, he levered her away, half raising up to work her panties down over the arch of her hips and rounded buttocks. He stroked the naked moons of ass-flesh, then Mabel moved back on top of him, her breathing heavy as he began once more to explore the enchanting crevice between the smooth, fleshy globes of her ass. He pulled them apart and tenderly fingered the tightly puckering hole of her anus.
"PUT IT IN ME!" she suddenly cried, shaking her head from side to side. "OH GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER... PUT IT IN ME!"
Stump roiled her off of him and got to his knees, staring lustfully at her naked cunt as he began to pull at his clothes. The weird luscious bitch! What the hell did she take him for, anyway? He might be a kid in age, but three years in reform school added a hell of a lot to a guy in experience! He gaped from her rounded full white thighs spread apart, to the silken russet hair covering her pussy and the fleshy lips of her tight pink cunt. Christ, he'd had teenies that were virgins who couldn't begin to match her. He'd never seen more firm, erect full tits on a girl or woman, and the increasing throb to his aching cock let him know that there was no way on this planet that she could stop him now.
Mabel's eyes were closed as suddenly she felt him wedging himself between her legs. She jerked open her lids with a start at the warm contact of his young, naked flesh. She stared at him kneeling there, a grin on his face. Her eyes trailed quickly down his flat, muscular belly to the hardened cock thrusting out at an upward angle from his hairy pelvis.
"Oh God, it's beautiful. It's a beautiful dick! Hurry, put it in me! FUCK ME WITH IT!"
"Goddam, I gotta taste it first, lady," Stump moaned, and dropped his mouth to her syrupy cuntal opening.
He licked and sucked at her raised cunt with a frenzy, fastening his lips around her clit as she began to wriggle and squirm her hips.
Then he felt her hands on his head and realized she was trying to desperately push him away.
"No, no, stop!" she gasped. "Not this way... stop it!"
Her abrupt command startled the boy into raising his face from her squirming cunt with a jerk. He stared at her in amazement; she had raised to her elbows again and her face was slack, while wild little gleams of aroused excitement shone in her eyes. He started to speak, but before he could she had twisted free of him and was on her knees beside him.
"Lie on your back, darling! Hurry!" she hissed, clutching at his naked young body and pressing him into position with his thighs spread wide, slowly dropping down over him and reaching out to curl her fingers around his pulsating cock. "This is what I want... what I've got to have, baby! Your delicious young cock!"
Stump didn't wait for her. He grabbed Mabel by the hair and pulled her head down over the knob of his upright prick. "Suck it, cunt! SUCK MY DICK!"
Then he saw Brad standing directly behind her ass. His friend was naked and his dick was dribbling and bouncing just above Mabel's heaving globes.
"Remind you of Sandra last night?" Stump chuckled.
"Same deal," Brad laughed. "Except this time we'll finish it off."
Brad was grinning lewdly, thin streams of drool running down his chin to drip on his bare chest. He stood with his legs planted wide, his heavy dick bobbing in front of him. He shivered with anticipation, staring at the quivering, jerking white globes of Mabel's flailing ass wavering in the air as she sucked Stump's prick.
He began to stroke his throbbing cock lightly as he watched, drawing the foreskin back and forth slowly. He stared with mounting lust at the contortions of her jerking asscheeks, at the winking brown ring of her asshole which he caught sight of every now and then, nestled in the moist, dark cleft between those lovely, jiggling assglobes.
He could feel his balls begin to ache, and his hand moved faster along his rigid cock, but not fast enough to cause him to shoot his load. He wanted to save his hot, thick cum for Mabel.
Mabel was sucking dick like a wild woman when she felt the weight edge in behind her. Then hands were touching her soft, sensitive flesh. They dipped into the moist, dark cleft of her asscheeks, spreading them wide, opening the tiny, puckered ring of her shithole. She tried to look, but Stump flexed his hips and drove his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Holy shit," Brad exclaimed behind her. "She's got one beauty of a sweet-looking asshole, Stump!"
"Shut up, Brad, and get on with it!"
Mabel wanted to scream around the dick in her mouth. She wanted to tell Brad yes, yes, yes! Fuck my cunt and my asshole from behind while I suck dick!
And when she felt the hard, rubbery head of Brad's huge cock press against her tiny ass ring, tease along her pussy to moisten itself with her juices, she felt the lust of mind-blowing passion race though her, gagging in her throat. She felt as if she were going to swallow all of Stump's mouth-fucking cock!
"Keep suckin' my dick, lady," Stump moaned, pushing his hips up again, filling her mouth with his giant meat. "You won't mind Brad's prick in your ass once he gets started. You'll love it, believe me, you'll really go ape over it once you get used to it fucking your shithole!"
"Oh, Jeez, fuck her and get it over with, will ya?" Stump retorted.
"So, all right, already! Don't get your balls in an uproar!"
Brad suddenly rammed forward, his prick soaring with savage, merciless force into Mabel's asshole, tearing and ripping the membranes before it like some ravaging weapon of total destruction. It buried itself all the way in her rear channel and tore her mind with a blinding flash of searing pain. She cried out in agony around Stump's prick, filling her mouth and throat completely, as Brad laughed gleefully behind her.
But it was good, it was delicious, and Mabel started wriggling her ass trying to get more and more of his meat up her rectum.
Lust encompassed her in overpowering waves throughout her heaving, sweating body. It was of such force, such impact that she heaved backward with her hips, further impaling herself on the gigantic hunk of cock-flesh that was stuck in her sensitive ass passage. The ferocity of her backward lunge caused Brad to cry out with sudden, unexpected pleasure-pain.
The sound, and his reflexive forward thrust to meet her ass attack, sent new floods of rapture spiraling through Mabel's body. She flailed her head up and down, from side to side, independent , now of Stump's guidance, her lips and mouth and teeth wildly, maddeningly sucking his prick as if it was made of the most delicious candy ever.
It's fantastic, it's wonderful! her passion-clouded mind chanted. Oh, it's so wonderful to be fucked this way, to lose my mind in both my fuckholes at once, to have my mouth fucked and my asshole fucked by these wonderful young boys! I'm a perverted whore, I know, but I don't care because it feels so fantastic to be fucked this way! I love prick in my mouth and in my shithole, and I want their cum to fill me to overflowing, to drain down my throat and into my belly, up my asshole and into my belly!
She could hear both of them breathing harder and harder, the gasps mingling with the loud, moist smacks of Brad's flailing balls in her pussy and the wet sounds of her mouthfucking.
It wouldn't be long now, for either of them. They were both on the brink of exploding their cums into her mouth and her asshole, and it wouldn't be long for Mabel either. She could feel the first stirrings of her orgasm pour out to every nerve-end, every muscle and fiber of her body. She knew instinctively that when she came, it would be like no other climax anyone in the whole world had ever experienced!
"I'm coming, I'm almost there! Jesus, I'm coming!" Stump screamed in uncontrollable lust, twisting and jerking beneath Mabel. "I'm coming! I'm gonna blow, lady, gonna blow! OHHH, GOOOOOOD!"
And in that instant, Mabel felt the first boiling spurts of white-hot cum jet along Brad's thick prick and empty like molten flame into her asshole. It bubbled out around his pistoning prick to flow down along her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs and puddle in glistening wetness on the car seat. His fingers clawed the sensitive flesh of her asscheeks, and dug into the moist, pink gash of her cunt, as he emptied his pumping, heaving balls.
Then she felt Stump's cock jerk and tremble in her mouth, heard him cry out in a high-pitched screech. She licked and sucked his wildly spewing prick, bringing her hand up to rub his balls hard, then upward to beat his dick at its base as she tasted the first hot salty gushes of his climax against the roof of her mouth. Her lips and mouth sucked his meat frantically, milking him with insane, gluttonous rapture. Her cheeks filled as her throat swallowed torrent after torrent of his creamy white jism to keep from choking, from drowning, in his cum juice.
Now me, now I'm going to come, Mabel thought, pounding her ass back against the prick that was no longer there.
Wasn't there?
And the prick was gone from her mouth.
"Come! I DIDN'T COME YET!" she shrieked as she felt her body being hauled from the car.
She opened her eyes and stared into the scowling faces of two deputy sheriffs.
Beyond them, she saw Robert Thorne from the juvenile bureau, the man who had issued the license to her and Ralph.
The look on Thorne's face told her everything.
* * *
Floyd was making a game out of it. He laid them all out side by side on the bed with their legs spread and their naked pussies gleaming up at him and the head of his naked cock.
Much to Floyd's surprise, they were all going along with it and they appeared to be having as much fun taking his dick as he was giving it.
Then, suddenly, everything changed. They all started fighting back, clawing and kicking at him and screaming something about rape.
"Rape, shit," Floyd hissed, and lunged between Cynthia's thighs to bury his hard dick ball deep in her gyrating pussy.
His cock came out of her cunt as fast as it went in when four pairs of hands grabbed him from behind and pulled him away from the struggling girl.
"Hey, what the...?"
He was spun completely around. He saw the uniforms just before a fist smashed into his face.
* * *
The car turned down the road leading to the orphanage and Sandra lifted her mouth off her father's cock.
"I'm sorry I didn't make you come, Daddy."
"It's okay, baby," he smiled. "We're almost there, and we'll have a lot of comes."
Sandra's mother's voice came from the back seat. "I can't wait to meet little Cynthia, honey, and taste her pussy. I know it'll be as good as you said!" . "Oh, it is, Momma," Sandra said, turning and looking into the back seat to see her brother sucking on one of their mother's exposed tits. "You'll love both Lulu and Cynthia's pussies, just as much as you've always loved mine, Momma."
She turned back and settled into the front seat beside her father. She wrapped her hand around his hard cock and rubbed her tits against his arm.
"I can hardly wait to feel this in my pussy again, Daddy!"
"Soon, honey, soon," her father smiled. "Jesus, it still amazes me how the Cranes could start a set-up like this and let themselves get caught!"
"Let's just say they were fuck-ups, Daddy. You and Momma will be too smart to get caught. I'll make sure of it! You're gonna be the best directors this place ever had. Oh, it's so wonderful! I feel so good that our family's back together again!"
Her father dropped his hand between her spread legs and found the slit of her pussy with his fingers.
"That's the way I want you to feel, baby. You aren't jealous that your brother's going to be with your mother tonight, are you, Sandra, sweetheart?"
"Uh-uh. Not so long as I've got you all to myself, Daddy darling. You don't know how much I need it. I can't wait till we're alone together, can you?"
"No, I can't, baby. And maybe if Mother isn't feeling quite up to it tonight, we might just have Kenny in and make it a threesome. Would you like that?"
The young girl glanced back at her brother and his mother cuddling in the back seat, oblivious to all else. Then she turned back to her father and whispered, with a sly wink, "You better not count on Mother being not up to it. From the way they're going at it in the back seat, they're probably good for all night. We'll have to let it go until tomorrow night, Daddy darling."
"Good idea. Oh, look!"
Sandra looked up to see Cynthia and Lulu running naked toward them across the lawn.
"Well, maybe it will be a threesome after all... or even a foursome!" she smiled, her tongue already itching for another taste of Cynthia's sweet pussy.
And from the way her father's cock was vibrating in her hand, she knew he had his eye on Lulu's nearly hairless young pussy.
