There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive and exciting somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights have been infringed upon for long enough, and now is the time for them to "do their own thing". And perhaps it is strictly a biological phenomenon.
This is the story of a young girl who dares to try the unknown. Connie is a teenage girl trying to find herself, trying to find out what makes her budding body tick, trying to find out what life is really all about. Like many young people, she often learns things the hard way.
NAUGHTY FOSTER DAUGHTER is a story about a time that everyone must face, the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a time which holds lessons which will remain for a lifetime.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Connie wriggled to get more comfortable in her seat. The Greyhound whooshed along the highway, and as the sun disappeared, the driver turned on the lights. Connie was in the back, well in the back. She liked to be away from other people. And since there were no lights on, no readers nearby, she began to think about fun things to do. These fun things were things she did to her body.
It had been a hurried morning while she was checked out of the Home for Wayward Girls. Connie hadn't even guessed that she'd been placed in a foster home until two days ago. Of course it was an improvement on the institutionalized life she'd had to put up with since her parents disappeared and she was picked up for vagrancy and conspiracy to commit a felony. The felony offense had been the fact that she was riding with some kids in a stolen car. But she hadn't known the car was stolen, and the judge had believed her story. So the Home for Wayward Girls had become her mother and father.
"Ohhh god," she sighed, squirming again. It had been twenty-four hours since she'd touched herself. Usually she did it before bed, and upon awakening she would take an early shower and do it then, too. Even in the middle of the day, she usually found a private spot to lift her skirt, skin her panties and plunge a trembling finger into the mushy, wet heat of her cunt.
Glancing around her, Connie saw that there was no danger of anyone seeing. She sighed with anticipation, lifted her bottom up from the seat a little and eased her panties down just enough to bare her young, firm mound. She was fifteen, and the lustrous brown curls that edged her outer lips were not very thick yet. Under the downy kinks she could see the plump white skin and the crevice that ran down the underside of her body.
That slit was glistening now, and the inner flesh was swollen a little. Connie was fascinated by the subtle and not so subtle changes her body went through at different times. In the morning she was always damp and very soft. It was impossible to resist touching herself when she woke up and became aware of her cunt's slippery condition. Just as it was impossible now.
"Oh wow, I'm really wet!" she breathed, her long brown lashes fluttering. Connie stretched her legs and trembled.
She was tall for her age, long-legged and tan, with firm, smooth muscles in her thighs and buttocks. She'd gotten tan from working in shorts in the garden at the Home. But though her friends complimented her on her somewhat tomboyish beauty, Connie was unconscious of her virtues.
She knew that she was starting to develop curves, that her small breasts weren't quite so small anymore. The swells had become firmer, her areolas darkening and becoming mottled. Her nipples had changed a lot, too. They were much more sensitive than they'd been a year before. They had thickened into short brown stubs, and when Connie pulled a t-shirt over them, it always made a shiver go through her. She'd come to realize that her cunt was somehow connected to those sensitive nubs. Sometimes while masturbating, she pulled at her nipples with her thumb and finger. She often had fantasies of what it would be like for someone to suck her tits.
Thoughts of such as these always primed her. By now the juice was smacking as she touched her outer lips and squeezed them together. She saw a droplet of lubrication ooze out and dribble down. The bus droned on through the night, the car lights flashing past on the ceiling.
"Ahhhhh that's good," Connie sighed, curving her forefinger deeper into the slickened flesh. She toyed idly with her clit, trying to keep from rubbing it directly. When she did that it was very hard to stop rubbing it. The sensations became so intense, so acutely erotic, that Connie sometimes lost control of herself. In fact, whenever she came it was hard not to scream. A friend at the Home had teased her about it.
Some girls were screamers, the friend had said. Some weren't. Screamers had a way of complicating things, the friend had gone on to explain. Connie didn't quite understand what the girl had been driving at, though she did know that her screams were dead giveaways as to what she was up to.
Connie always made sure to have a pillow near at hand when she started to play with herself. That way she could muffle her anguished cries of pleasure, drown her lusty gasps for breath.
By now she had scooted down in the seat so that her cunt hung at the edge, its moist folds dripping. She plowed one finger gently up and down, letting the dainty petals suck in her knuckles. She loved to stir herself slowly like that, while the tingles raced over her body.
She wondered if the foster home she was on her way to would be a relaxed kind of place. She wondered if she'd have her own room, or would be bunking with some other girl. She wondered about a bathroom, would she be able to lock the doors and have a tub all to herself? Whatever her new home would be like, it would be better than the Home for Wayward Girls.
"Uhhhh," she sighed as a thrill went up her belly. She pulled in another breath and settled into the seat more comfortably. Her ass cheeks tingled. The soles of her feet burned. She wished she could take off the clunky tennis shoes she'd been given at the Home. It was fun to rub her feet when she was getting excited--rub them against each other. The places between her toes always glowed, all of her glowed when she was hot!
"Uhhhhhh, yeah." With just her fingertip, she lightly touched that thin membrane that stretched across her hole. Her friend at the Home had kidded her about that, too. There were thirteen-year-olds bunking in the same barracks who'd had a man before. Connie heard all sorts of tales during her time there. And she had to admit that the stories excited her. She thought of one now as she fingered herself more rapidly.
The girl had been fourteen, a skinny little blonde who wasn't half so developed as Connie was. She'd claimed that she'd run away from home, been picked up by a salesman and taught to turn tricks for the man's friends. The man had promised her lots of money, but the girl didn't ever see much of it. She told Connie about being naked with two men at the same time. She'd used her mouth on one while the other...
"Probably wasn't even true," Connie said to herself. But she realized that it didn't matter, really. The story had excited her and got her to thinking about the things that men and women did in private. Her finger pressed in against her cherry as she panted in the dark back seat of the bus.
By now Connie had spraddled her legs out wide and was rubbing herself rhythmically. Her clit bulged up like a plump little animal that needed scratching. But the itch Connie felt there never stopped when she scratched it. It just grew itchier and hotter and more urgent by the second. She pumped her hips, moving them in an instinctive way, the way she imagined a girl moved when she was actually fucking another person.
"Ohhh... ohhhhh, god!" Connie tossed her head. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders, over the front of her white cotton jacket. Though she still had on all her clothes, her body seemed naked under that covering. She writhed, rubbing her nipples against the cups of her bra. She hated that damned thing, but they insisted that all girls wear them at the Home.
"I'll loosen it," she groaned, managing to get a hand up behind her, under her blouse. After a little hassle, she got the clasp loose, and the cups sagged with the weight of her youthful tits. They were still too immature to form a crease underneath. They rode high and firm and tender on her chest, the nipples seemingly too large for the white orbs they protruded from.
"God, it's getting so good! So damned good!"
Connie squeezed one tit, letting her nails sink into the flesh a little while she squirmed more violently on the edge of the bus seat. She felt the tingling burn of pleasure as it throbbed through her. She'd wanted to make it last a lot longer, but twenty-four hours was too long to wait. Her climax shimmered just out of reach. All she had to do was stroke her clitoris a few more times to begin the spasms that would make her lose her mind for a little while.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh," she groaned, forgetting where she was, who she was--forgetting everything. Her fine hair tangled across her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and took on a glazed, half-unconscious appearance. Her tongue wet her upper lip, wet it again and again. She was panting hard and fast. She pinched her nipple again, twisting it a little as the finger of her other hand pressed down against the hot bead of her clit. Then her slender body jerked.
A shimmering explosion of pleasure started in her cunt and spread out over her flesh in wave-like quivers. She felt herself wanting to scream. Her mouth opened. Somehow she strangled the cry, biting her bottom lip hard as her hips plunged out of control.
"Fuck... ohhh fuck!" It helped to say that word when she was coming. She loved the sound of it and the way it felt between her upper teeth and lower lip. "Fuuuhhhck!"
By now she was squirming and writhing as if ants had invaded her clothing. She rubbed her middle finger up and down the full length of her dripping crevice. Her ass danced and jumped on the edge of the seat. Her back was arched sharply as she pinched and massaged one tit. The throbbing convulsions of ecstasy jolted through her. It was like being electrocuted, Connie thought, but by a pleasure machine instead of the death seat. She twitched and bucked and thumped her feet against the seat in front of her. When she thought she was going to scream again, she managed to stuff part of her jacket into her mouth, clamping her teeth down hard and whining with a low growl.
"Nhhheeeee!" she squealed, the juices dripping freely now. Her knuckles were glossy, and the sound of her tumid cuntfolds slurping around her finger was lovely. She wondered if fucking sounded like that. She decided that it probably sounded even juicier.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh wow!" Connie let out a breath as a shimmer made her nipples extend another fraction of an inch. The hottest part of her come was over, but the afterglow was almost as good. That was when she felt her tensions sliding away. When she felt so relaxed, so wonderful. It was hard when she was finished, not to fall asleep. Usually Connie arranged things so she could. But in the bus tonight, she had to pull herself together. She had to straighten her clothes, fasten her bra again, pull up her panties. "Not just yet though."
Car lights flashed by as the bus slowed for a town ahead. It wasn't too far to Kingston, the town where her new foster family lived. Connie closed her eyes. Her finger rested gently against her clit. She could feel the squishy hot thing still throbbing. She petted it gently, and another shiver of pleasure made her grunt. The slight edge of guilt she always felt after coming was there. But it was a vague, unimportant thing. Hadn't her friend back at the school told her that sex was meant to be enjoyed?
It was the rhythmic thumping from the seat in front of her that brought Connie out of her dreamy, pleasant rest. She hadn't even known there was anyone sitting there until now, and as she leaned forward to look through the crack between the seatbacks, she drew in a breath and put a hand over her mouth.
The streetlights in the town they were passing through illuminated what was happening. The man--she couldn't see his face--had his pants unzipped. His closed fingers moved up and down up and down. And only then did Connie realize that the thing he held so urgently was his erect cock.
It was the first time in her life she'd ever seen a mature cock in a state of total erection.
"Oh!" she whispered under her breath as the man's fingers came up sharply against the fat cockhead. It looked dark and had a bluish color to it. But what shocked Connie more than anything was the size of it. She knew the approximate distance between her young cuntlips. She'd felt around under her pubic bone, wondering how it would be to have something penetrate her there. This cock she was now gazing upon looked far too big to ever fit inside a girl of her own dimensions.
"I... c-c-can't believe it," she sighed.
The man's fingers came up sharply again and again. Every time he jerked like that, his prick swelled at the tip. Jerking off--she'd heard the term bandied about and never quite understood it. Now she could see that a man really did jerk himself. The man groaned, a groan of obvious pleasure.
Through Connie's body, a sympathetic shiver slowly spread. Yes, she knew what the man felt. It had to be something similar to what she'd just experienced. Connie blushed, wondering if the man had watched her exciting herself just as she was watching him.
"Uhhh," the man moaned. His hand slapped harder, faster. His cockshaft was growing thicker before Connie's eyes. She licked her lips. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She'd never dreamed she could actually watch something like this. She was almost afraid to blink. She wanted to see it all! She knew so damned little about sex, just what her friends had gossiped about. But this! This was the real thing. She was watching some stranger jerk himself off. And she was sure that he didn't intend to stop until he came.
Connie had heard about cum. She'd come to the conclusion that most girls she'd talked to didn't know all that much about it. Some, who'd claimed to have gone all the way with boys before, didn't seem to even know what it looked like. The fourteen-year-old who'd whored for the salesman said it looked like snot.
"Well, I'm gonna find out for sure this time," Connie breathed, being careful not to give herself away. The bus had stopped to unload packages, and though the interior lights were still off, a nearby streetlamp let Connie get a good view of the stranger's big prick. She could see the veins bulging along the sides of his shaft, and she could see the urgent way he pumped his fist up and down on that rigid spear. But it was his cocktip that continued to fascinate her.
It looks all spongy and plump, she thought. It was like some weird mushroom, a dark blue mushroom with a little slit at the very tip. That slit was where the man's cum would come out. The thought of something so big being forced between her legs, forced into the tight depths of her body, made Connie squirm again. Though just moments before she had reached a lovely climax, her cunt seemed to be throbbing for more. Since her panties were still pulled down, she pressed her finger into her crevice again and rubbed slowly while she watched the man in the seat in front of her.
"Oohhhh shit," he groaned, his breathing getting ragged. She felt the seat jerk as he squirmed around. His hand was flying over his cock now, slapping it so rapidly it seemed like a blur as she watched. Connie thought he must be hurting himself, his movements were so violent. But it was obvious the stranger was feeling no pain.
"Sonofabitch," he grunted. She wished she could see his face. But no, she wanted to watch it happen. She wanted to see the exact moment when his stuff came out. Connie licked her lips and stared.
The head of the man's cock looked at least two inches across, maybe even bigger! How could a thing like that fit into any girl's cunt? It scared her to even imagine it. Then her attention was drawn by a sudden change in the stranger's rhythm.
"Uhhhhhh!" he groaned, stiffening his legs. His hand wasn't beating fast anymore. It had slowed to a snail's pace. Slap... slap... slap, Connie counted one every second. And that cocktip that had seemed to huge to her a moment before was actually growing fatter!
"If that thing was inside a girl," she gasped, "it would split her apart!"
She could feel her insides squeezing tight--the hot insides she'd never touched before. It was as if her pussy were anticipating the time something long and hot and hard would be pushed into it.
"Mhhuuhhh," Connie sighed, panting hard as she watched the man bring himself closer to a climax. Now she counted the upward jerks of his hand and found that he was down to one every two seconds! His entire body seemed tight with tension. She could feel his seat pushing back as he strained against it. His hand--the one he was using on his cock--trembled... stopped. Connie stared unblinking at the head of his prick. She had to bite her tongue to keep from gasping out loud.
A droplet appeared at the little slit. It grew before her eyes, and though it was crystal clear in the beginning, a milky fluid mingled with the clear fluid. The man was shaking all over. His fingers descended his cockshaft and came up sharply again. The droplet rolled down the smooth sides of his glans. The man made a weird sound deep in his throat. And then it came, his cock came!
A powerful jet of white leaped two feet into the air and fell back in strings across the man's lap. Connie was weak from excitement. The man worked slowly and steadily at his penis now, his rhythmic pumping bringing more fountains of white. The stuff looked sticky. It seemed to cling in strings across his knuckles as more of it oozed from his cocktip. His prick was swollen to its largest size yet.
Connie was shocked by how large the glans had gotten, and by the hardness of the shaft. She couldn't see the man's balls, they were still in his pants. There was only that huge cock jutting up through his open zipper, the white cream dripping and spurting.
Now she could smell it. She went dizzy for a second at the strangeness of its aroma. She'd smelled similar things in her life, but nothing quite like that. It had a sharp pungency that surprised her.
The stranger was still coming, but there wasn't nearly so much now. His spurts only dribbled out, running down the sides of his cockshaft and over his knuckles. It was clinging between his fingers, making a terrible mess. Again Connie was thinking of having that sort of stuff inside her. What did a girl's body do with such a mess? A scary tremble went through her. She knew damned well what a girl's body did with that stuff. It made a baby!
"Oh wow, sex is so scary," she whispered to herself. "But so fun too!" She shook her head. It was all so new, so strange. She didn't know what to think about anything. She wondered if the man in the seat in front of her felt guilty over what he'd done.
He was finished now, mopping up the mess with a handkerchief. She could smell his cum easily now. It permeated the whole back of the bus. By the time he'd wadded his wet handkerchief into his pocket again, his cock had wilted quite a bit.
Connie watched him bend it over and stuff it back into his pants. What an incredible thing for a man to carry around with him, she thought, smiling. But she really hadn't seen how it attached to his body. She hadn't seen his balls. There were lots of things she was still ignorant of.
Settling back in her seat, Connie straightened her clothing and refastened her bra. Maybe her new foster parents wouldn't make her wear one of the damned things. Maybe they'd be nice. If they weren't, she could always take off again, couldn't she? For an instant she felt alone, totally alone. Alone and unloved. But before the tears could start, she shook the emotion away and took a deep breath.
She was thankful when the man she'd watched got off one town before Kingston. Then the bus was rolling into the depot, and she peered out to see if she could see anybody who might be waiting for her.
Her cunt was still very damp against her panty crotch. The nylon clung between her lips in a way that rubbed her when she moved.
"I've got to stop thinking about sex," she told herself. "At least for a while."
She followed the other passengers off the bus, her small rucksack over one shoulder. She wanted to appear casual. She wasn't begging, after all. The Home for Wayward Girls had gotten her placed in this damned foster home, it wasn't her idea. But when she saw the tall man walking towards her, her momentary hostility vanished.
"You must be Connie," the man said, hugging her shoulder. "I'm Bryce Clayborn."
For a moment Connie couldn't make her mouth work. Bryce Clayborn was the handsomest man she'd ever laid eyes on in her whole life!
CHAPTER TWO
Coming from The Home for Wayward Girls into this new life made Connie feel like she was visiting another planet. There was Bryce's car for one thing, a big white Lincoln with a softly tinkling radio and plush seats. It smelled of leather and expensive wood, and as they cruised into the driveway of his house, her mind had done flip-flops all over again.
Then she'd been introduced to Bryce's wife Catherine, and his son Bobby. Catherine made Connie feel like a plain colorless sparrow. She had the face of a model, the full, curving build of a movie star. Her nails were long and painted, and she wore expensive jewelry, but not so much that it was gaudy.
Bobby was cute, a blond-headed guy about Connie's age. At least that was her guess.
The family made her feel at home right away. Connie had heard stories about foster homes before, and her idea was that they were kind of strange. She hadn't expected to be welcomed like some long-lost daughter. People who took in foster children usually did it for the money the state paid them for the inconvenience. The Clayborns were not hurting for money, that was clear. But what really blew her mind was when Catherine came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses. Everyone had a little cognac then, and though Connie knew nothing about hard liquor, she knew that this was the good stuff.
"We want you to think of us as your real parents," Bryce told her. "And if that's too difficult, well at least think of us as very good friends. We want you to have a fresh start in life."
Everyone toasted, and Connie almost cried before she could gulp the exotic tasting cognac. From the corner of her eye she noticed that Bobby Clayborn was eyeing her with curiosity. She was too excited by her arrival to know what she thought about him. He just seemed like a nice young kid.
But just that, a kid. At fifteen, Connie didn't find boys her own age all that appealing.
Catherine showed Connie to her room at the end of a long, upstairs hallway. The house was sumptuous and large, and it was a long while before Connie could get to sleep. But she felt as if finally her luck had changed. She thought about masturbating again just to celebrate, but the cognac had made her head swim and it felt nice just to be under the clean, smooth sheets.
The following day, Catherine took her shopping. She was allowed to pick out her own clothing--with a little helpful advice, of course. That was fine with Connie. She wanted to be like Catherine if she could. She even decided to grow long fingernails and paint them red like Catherine's. She couldn't do much about the size of her tits, but she could change a few things.
Catherine insisted that she get a pair of silken jogging shorts.
"Bryce loves to run in the country," she told Connie. "And I'm sure he'll be dragging you along." They went to a sporting goods shop next and Connie was fitted with a snazzy pair of jogging shoes.
It all seemed too good to be true. And it was. When Catherine drove her back to the house and dropped her off, Bobby was waiting inside. He looked silly with a can of beer, Connie thought. He didn't offer to help her as she struggled with her many packages.
"Well, look at Cinderella," he quipped. His eyes looked a little bleary.
"Hi Bobby. I guess I'd better take these upstairs."
Connie found herself wishing that Catherine hadn't left her alone with her son. She heard him following her upstairs. Since her arms were full, she couldn't close the door of her bedroom behind her, and Bobby followed her in there, too.
"You must think you're hot stuff now," the boy said, swigging his beer.
"Your mom was sure nice to me. I got new sandals and some dresses and jeans and... "
"Why don't you try some of them on."
Connie was trying to ward off trouble, but she felt her face get red now. She went on unwrapping her new things. Bobby stood there, drinking, watching. It was silly to be frightened of a boy who was no older than she was.
"Come on, try something on. I want to see you undress."
"Bobby!" She turned towards him, hands on her hips.
"You'd better do what I say. I could make trouble for you real easy. How would you like to get sent back to that place you came from? The Wayward Home or something, isn't it?"
"What trouble could you make for me?"
"I've got plenty of ideas. Want me to try a few?"
Connie started to say something, but knew it was silly to argue. Bobby was obviously a little drunk. He might even get nasty. As if he weren't already nasty enough. She glanced at his tousled blond hair, his slender build.
"Weil, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Undress so I can see if you're wearing underwear."
"Of course I am. I can just tell you that."
"Great, you can take them off too."
"Bobby!"
"Okay, fine." The boy shrugged and moved towards the door. "Your troubles have just begun." His eyes narrowed. "And my mother believes every word I've ever told her."
"Wait." Connie chewed her bottom lip. Her heart pounded. "Okay, if you want to make a big deal over it."
Blushing, Connie turned to face him. She unbuttoned her blouse first, peeled it back from her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. Then she unhooked her skirt and let it drop. Bobby's eyes widened, and he seemed to forget his beer. She was standing there in new sandals, a pair of bikini panties, and her skimpy bra.
"Satisfied?"
"Huh uh. You haven't shown me everything." Bobby walked over to her. Connie's palms were wet. He touched her shoulder with a fingertip. She could tell he had watched too many movies, that he was really as embarrassed as she was. But that wasn't all he was feeling. The front of his jeans was bulging out something awful.
"Come on Connie, you want me to do it?"
"Alright, alright." She glared arrows at him, and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. It fell forward, letting her smallish breasts swell to their full size. Connie flushed as she watched Bobby's face. He seemed fascinated by the size of her nipples.
"God... "
"Now, if you'll please leave me alone."
"Panties! You haven't taken off your panties."
"Listen, hasn't this gone a little too far?" Connie felt on the verge of tears. "What if I told your mother what you've made me do today?"
"But you wouldn't, see?" Bobby grinned. Connie tried to come back at him, but she knew he was right. She wasn't about to go run to Catherine Clayborn to tattle about the woman's own son. She'd only been here a day.
Connie hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slowly skinned them down. She'd never exposed herself before a male in her life, and as Bobby's hungry look went up and down her body, she felt faint.
"God!" he repeated, "Goddamn."
Connie let her panties go and felt them puddle around her ankles. She didn't even see Bobby coming for her. He threw the empty beer can aside and tore the front of his shirt open. Fighting, Connie tumbled backwards until her calves hit the bed. Then she was being pressed down onto her back, Bobby's squirming body on top of her.
"Ohhhhhhh god! Don't... " She didn't understand how he jerked his pants down so quickly but she felt his cock-stretched skivvies against her thigh. He pinned her wrists over her head and kissed her neck. The kiss scared her, but it sent shivers down her tummy, too. Shivers that made her cunt melt with fresh juice.
"Nhooooo!"
"God... I never felt... " Bobby didn't finish what he was saying, but intuition told her that this young kid was as inexperienced about sex as she was. That was why he came on like such a heavy.
"Please, let me up!" she managed to say.
"You're so warm! So soft!" Bobby burrowed his mouth into her neck. There was no doubt in her mind now that this was the first time Bobby had ever pressed his body against a girl's. The way he was writhing around was beginning to get to her, too.
"Uhhh! Ohhhhhh gosh!" she moaned. The rigid shape of his cock rubbed her mound. Even though Bobby still had on his skivvies, she knew what that thing was, and the fact that it was so close to her moist pussy made shivers of excitement run up and down her body. As much as she tried to keep herself cool, Connie couldn't just shut off the hot sensations that coursed through her. Like when Bobby kissed her chest--and then started whimpering as he gazed at one large brown nipple.
Connie grabbed his head in both hands and tried to keep him away. But his mouth was open, hot drool dripping onto her sensitive nub. He wallowed his mouth around it and his tongue smeared it with hot spit. Connie groaned again, and her back arched up from the bed. Bobby used this opportunity to drive his thigh between both of hers.
"Ohhhh god, Connie, you're really fun to hug."
He seemed like such a child. And yet there was something of a man about him, too. She could smell the musky perfume of his cock as he stripped the front of his skivvies down. Then he was rubbing that thing against her belly. She felt dizzy. She could remember what that man's cock had looked like--the one in the bus. Now something very similar to that was rubbing her! She let out a hot breath, and felt her other tit being licked.
"You've... got... to... st-st-stop!" she panted, hardly able to focus her eyes anymore. She was surprised that the boy had gotten to her so fast. She kept thinking of him as a boy. But really he was an inch taller than her, and easily twice as strong. She jerked her arms, but Bobby still held them pinned above her head as he took his time licking and sucking on the plush orbs of her tits.
"Got to leave me alone," she babbled, tossing her head. "... can't."
Bobby tried to kiss her mouth now. Connie turned away from him, but he followed her, poking her cheek and lips with his tongue until at last she relented with a whimper. She let him push his tongue between her teeth.
The sudden pleasure it brought her was surprising. She'd kissed boys before, so it was no big thing. But kissing a guy while he squirmed his naked body against hers was something else. She could clearly feel his thick cock as it pulsed hot and damp against her thigh. Bobby was sliding down! He was going to try to...
"No! If you don't let me up I'm gonna scream!"
"No you won't. You wouldn't stir things up yet. Not with you just getting here and all that."
"But Bobby... ohhhh... you can't just... " Bobby's cock had slipped under her mound. She felt him nudge her plump lips. He'd gotten both his thighs in between hers, and though she tried to squeeze her legs closed, there was no way she could keep him from rubbing her cunt with his cock. The harder he rubbed it, the more her swollen lips opened. She was a juicy, fleshy mess down there from all the kissing and squirming around, and it took only the slightest thrusting from Bobby to let his tip sink between her blood-engorged outer lips.
"Yuuhhhhh... " she sighed as she felt the soft friction, felt her lips being plowed gently apart. The look on Bobby's face confirmed her suspicions that he'd never in his life experienced the touch of his prick to the indescribable slickness of a female's open cunt.
"Just quit fighting," Bobby gasped, kissing her tits again. He plunged his hips a little, rubbing his glans against her clit. The hot nub expanded quickly and throbbed back against the smooth shape.
"Uhhhhh," Connie whined. That long, hard shape! She hadn't even seen it yet because of the way Bobby had thrown her onto the bed. But she could imagine it easily enough. He pressed harder, and it slipped down against her hymen. Another nudge and she felt a sting of pain.
"Damn you!" she breathed, thrashing with all her power. She kicked and bit and fought until she felt Bobby rolling to the side. He lost his grasp of her wrists, and she rolled onto her belly and clamped her legs tight. With a moan of defeat, Bobby threw himself onto her back and wedged his hard cock between her ass cheeks.
The sensation shocked Connie. It wasn't that it was all that unpleasant, but she'd always thought of that part of her anatomy as something nasty, something no male would consider in a sexual way. But it was plain that Bobby thought her firmly rounded bottom was as pretty as any other part of her. He pumped his cock against the squeeze of her cheeks. When she saw him grab a bottle of hand lotion from the bedside table, Connie could hardly believe it. She knew what he meant to do even before she felt the squirt of slippery lotion against her bottom.
Half turning, Connie tried to grab the lotion from his hand. Bobby just laughed and drove his forearm into her back, pinning her again. Then he was smearing the cool, creamy stuff up and down her ass crack. As his finger skittered over the tight, dry muscle of her rectum, an unexplained thrill went through her.
"I've been thinking about you ever since I saw you last night," Bobby panted. He rubbed more of the lotion against her ass, spreading it thoroughly between the warm clench of her cheeks. "Since you want it this way, I guess one hole is as good as another."
"You... you talk mighty big for such a little kid!"
"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it. Being in a reform school, you must have fooled with lots of guys... " Bobby's finger had pressed against her hole suddenly. The lotion had made everything so slick that she couldn't hold herself tight enough to keep him out. As his finger slid slowly into the clasping orifice, she shuddered and her back arched, bringing her shoulders and tits off the bed.
"Uhhhhhh!" she sighed, not knowing whether to hate this snotty little bastard or enjoy what he was doing to her. Now that her cunt wasn't in danger, that finger going into her rectum felt strangely exciting. But no! She couldn't let him think she liked having her bottom finger-fucked! "You're a beast!"
"You're tight!" He finger-fucked her deeper. The thrilling sensations increased and spread through her legs. She writhed helplessly as Bobby kept her pinned, kept thrusting his finger into her lotion-slick ass.
"Ohhh! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh Bobby, you've got to stop now!"
"Why? You liking it?"
"Of course not!"
Bobby stopped fingering her bottom. She could hear him squeeze the lotion bottle again. It dawned on her suddenly that he was actually greasing his cock! He meant to put that thing into her...
"Uhhhh," she grunted as she felt the smooth, rounded tip plow between her greased cheeks. Bobby held her hips in both hands, as he centered his cockhead against her glistening rectum and shoved.
It hurt! It hurt because she was fighting him, trying to keep her muscles pinched tight. But she knew that he was slipping inside anyway. She was just too slicked up with the lotion to keep him out.
"Don't push so hard... for god's sake!"
"Okay, okay... " Bobby's voice trembled. She could sense how excited he was. She could tell that getting his cock into the warm depth of her body was all that mattered to him. No amount of threatening, not even the possibility of them being discovered by Catherine, would stop him. This savage urgency excited her. As much as she was repelled by Bobby's crude attack, this obsession with sinking his erect cock into at least one of her holes made Connie breathe faster.
The surge of unexpected excitement made her relax as Bobby eased his attack and just rubbed her ass crack with the tip of his erection. She could feel the heat from him; she could hear the lotion smacking as he smeared it up and down over her hot ass. Then he was pushing again, more gently this time.
Once more Connie's back arched, her brown nipples jutting straight ahead as her bottom quivered around the stiff shaft that was wedged between her cheeks. Bobby thrust again, not savagely like before, but only enough to wedge his glans against her rectum. "Uhhhhh nhhooooo!" she babbled, her chin trembling as she felt her body opening. That thing was sliding into her! It was going into her ass! She bucked a little, but knew better than to squeeze against the penetration. She'd done that at first, and the pain had been intense. So as the lotion-smeared shaft of Bobby's cock slid deeper, she let it happen. The rub of that hot thing against her muscles made shivers go up her back.
"Ghhood," Bobby groaned, hardly able to control his excitement.
That thing was so hard! So thick! It opened her, peeled her cheeks apart to glide inside. How could she let it happen? But it was happening! And she was pinned there, helpless, weakened by the excitement. Bobby moaned with lust and pumped harder.
"Ohhhh, you're fucking my ass!" she cried, writhing out of fear and excitement.
Bobby wiggled his legs between hers and made her stretch them out. With her will broken, Connie let him wrestle her around like he wanted. She felt so weak, so unexplainably helpless. She knew she was a fairly strong girl with a will of her own, but with that throbbing cock stabbed into her guts, with Bobby's muscled body squirming around against her back, she could hardly lift her head. He chewed hungrily on her earlobe as he lunged, stabbing his erection deeper into her creamy ass.
"Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted, pumping rhythmically.
Without knowing why she was doing it, Connie bent her knees and pulled them up, her thighs still flat against the bed. This stretched her mound and asshole, and the stroking, fucking force of Bobby's movements felt tighter!
"Nhhuuhhh," she sighed, giving in to him.
He kissed and petted her back. He hugged her slim body as his movements became more convulsive by the second.
"... baby... god damn... ohhhh christ, Connie, CHRIST!"
"Bobby! Ohhhhh god, this is awful!" But it wasn't as awful as she'd first imagined. In fact, Connie was a little ashamed of the pleasure that she was enjoying. She wasn't enjoying it openly, but it was there, rippling through her mound, shimmering up her tummy. Hot surges of thrilling pleasure! Her clit was swollen and throbbing. The in-and-out slide of Bobby's stiff cock did weird things to her emotions.
Yes, it was very distasteful to think about--even perverse. But to have it happening--that was something else again!
"Huuhhh! Huhhhnnnn! Ohhhhh god!"
The tingles were becoming more intense. She felt the familiar itching. The itching that would turn to something beyond words, if she let it. And how could she do otherwise? Her youthful body squirmed and writhed under the pounding power of the young boy's hips. He bounced against her firm buttocks, rubbing his hip bones hard against the twin softnesses. His cock made sucking sounds in the lotion as he plowed in and out, in and out, in and out, until Connie wanted to scream!
But it was Bobby who screamed first. It was a short little cry that was strangled off in his throat, and at the same time he thrashed furiously against Connie's ass.
"Ohhh, Bobby! Ohhhh, this is terrible!"
He was spurting. She could feel the rippling surges along the underside of his shaft as the little tube carried hot cum into her body. She squirmed more wildly than ever as she realized what was happening. Her movements seemed to excite Bobby all the more, and he drooled against her shoulder blade as he clung to her tightly and pumped his sap into the slippery squeeze of her ass.
"Ohhhh get off!" she snapped, hunching her back.
Bobby seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. He fell to the aide weakly, his cock popping free of her hole.
She limped from the bed as cum dripped down her thigh. She closed herself in her bathroom and sobbed miserably as she looked at her flushed face in the mirror. Outside, she heard Bobby get his clothes and leave. When her door was closed, she sagged against the sink, utterly destroyed.
"If I'm going to have to put up with this little monster, I'd rather go back to the Wayward Home."
She knew it was a lie. And she knew she wouldn't say anything about the incident to Catherine, Bobby's loving mother. He was probably right about being able to make trouble for her. Even if it weren't her fault, the Clayborns wouldn't keep somebody around who was going to stir up the family. She bit her lip and tried to send waves of hate out to the little idiot who'd just rammed his cock into her ass. But there was another emotion too. Something warm and titillating. The memory of that moving body against her back and bottom.
"I hate him!" she swore, gritting her teeth. But as she touched a cool washrag to her ravished young ass, a tingle of pleasure reminded her of that other pleasure she'd experienced just moments before. "I almost came," she said to herself, amazed by this sudden realization. "I almost came."
CHAPTER THREE
During the week that followed, Connie tried to stay well out of Bobby's way. Luckily for her, he was taking a swimming lesson class at the Y, and his mother got him out of the house every morning bright and early. Connie was afraid that sooner or later the boy would make another pass at her, make some more of his weird demands and blackmail her into cooperating.
But when she found a small bunch of flowers on her dresser on Wednesday, she had to smile. She knew he'd stolen them out of his mother's fancy flower garden and hadn't done a very good job of wrapping them up. There wasn't even a note or anything. But Connie knew that Bobby had felt bad about messing with her, and was trying in his own way to say he was worry--a little bit sorry anyway.
She was crazy about her new life with the Clayborns. She tried to forget the Wayward Home and tried to forgive what Bobby had done to her her very first day at her new home. She tried also to be as much of a help as possible around the house. When Catherine sent her off to grocery shop on Friday morning, Connie was only too happy to do it.
"This should be plenty of cash," Catherine told her, peeling off a couple of twenties, "and I've already given you the list."
"Yes ma'am," Connie smiled, bouncing up and down in her new jogging shoes. She had on her blue satin jogging shorts, too, and a tight-fitting t-shirt. It occurred to her that Catherine hadn't dressed yet that morning. Under her robe, she wore the sheerest of nightgowns. Then something else occurred to Connie. The nightgown hadn't been slept in. Catherine Clayborn had put it on fresh that very morning. Her face was made up too, her toenails freshly painted.
Oh well, she thought, rich people like the Clayborns could do anything they wanted. It was probably just Catherine's mood to lounge around the house in a gown that day.
Connie was a block from the house when she realized she'd forgotten her new sunglasses, the ones with the nifty gold frames. Humming to herself, she went up the front walk, into the house and up the stairs to her room. She had just found her glasses, nestled them onto her short, upturned nose and started downstairs again, when she heard the bell ring and saw Catherine sweeping across the front room, her filmy gown out behind her.
Instead of bouncing on down and out of the house, something made Connie hesitate. She knew that Bryce Clayborn was at work, and he'd told Catherine that he'd be tied up with business meetings all day. So who was this at the door?
"Darling...!" Catherine sighed, letting the muscular man sweep her into his arms. He was shorter than her husband, and his dark hair curled over his forehead. She kissed him, one leg lifted behind her. Her painted toes pointed sexily, and a wave of excitement went through Connie's body as she stared.
"God! She's seeing another man!"
"I've been half-crazy wanting you," the man said, nuzzling wetly against Catherine Clayborn's neck.
"Darling... darling... " When Connie realized the two of them were coming towards the stairs, she backed up. Already they were starting up, and the only way Connie could get to her own room was to run directly past their line of sight. Instead, she continued to back down the hall towards the empty guest room.
"Oh god," she mumbled, "they're coming in here!"
"Ohhh, you are missing me, aren't you?" Catherine Clayborn cooed, rubbing the man's crotch. Connie ducked into the bedroom and looked frantically for a hiding place. The only obvious one was the closet. It was empty, and she pulled the door closed behind her. She could hear Catherine cooing and sighing as they entered the bedroom.
"If my wife knew I was over here with you she'd cut my... "
"Oh Jim Darling, nobody has to know."
Connie couldn't resist peeking out. She watched the heavily muscled man squeeze Catherine's aristocratic body tightly, his mouth hungry at the tops of her large breasts.
"You smell great," he growled.
"You do too." Catherine unbuttoned his shirt. Jim let her bare his chest and slip the shirt down and off. Then her long, red fingernails worked at his belt.
He looked like the kind of man who might be a lineman or a construction worker. His handsome face was tanned from lots of sun, and his strong body was obviously something he used every day.
But what really blew Connie's mind was when Catherine eased the man's pants down. The crotch of his skivvies looked about to explode with his bent-over cock. Then Catherine was peeling down, too, and Connie's eyelashes fluttered as that huge shape bobbed up. It was even bigger than the cock she'd seen on the bus ride to Kingston!
"Did he miss me?" Catherine giggled sexily, her thin fingers massaging the huge chunk of meat as Jim trembled.
"He missed you," Jim moaned with a husky voice.
Connie stared at the incredible cock they were discussing. It was long and thick and blunt at the end. The glans was rounded and spongy looking, and as Catherine pressed a thumbnail into it, Jim held his breath.
"You'd just love to slip that thing in me, wouldn't you?"
"I'm going to slip it into you, beautiful." Jim took off the rest of his clothes and came towards Catherine. She smiled and moved away, but he caught her and threw her down onto the bed. Her gown flew up to reveal perfect thighs and a fleeting glimpse of dark cunt hair.
Connie was shivering with excitement. She felt awful for being in the closet and watching something so intimate, so secret. But the fact that Catherine was cheating on her husband made Connie feel a little less at fault. She surely couldn't come barging out now, excuse herself and run out of the house. She knew that if she pulled a dumb stunt like that, she'd be sent back to the Wayward Home for girls before she got a second breath.
"Eat me, darling! Eat me a little, won't you?"
The man nodded at Catherine's suggestion and grabbed her thin ankles. She kicked a little as if trying to escape, but he bent her knees, pushing them up so that they touched her large, soft breasts. Then he stared longingly into the seeping, glossy crevice he'd revealed. Connie stared too.
Her foster mother was certainly a beautiful creature! Her cunt was all pink inside like that of a young girl. The dark curls that lined the edges of her outer lips seemed a perfect frame for the inviting heat between them. Connie could see Catherine's clit, too. It was larger than her own adolescent nub, longer and thicker.
Catherine pumped her wide hips slowly. Connie could see the muscles contracting under her smooth, white flesh. So could Jim. He seemed about to drool, just watching the beauty of this aristocratic woman as she teased him, lured him closer.
"Uhhhhhh... honey!" It was Catherine, her voice strange.
Connie swallowed and rocked her slim hips. Her inner surfaces slicked together, making a shimmer of pleasure glowed there.
Jim suddenly pressed his mouth against the seepy tissues. The slurp of his tongue as he began to feast on Catherine's perfect cunt made Connie have to hold onto the closet doorknob, hold on tight!
It wasn't that she hadn't heard stories, plenty of them in fact. But to actually witness a guy eating some beautiful chick's cunt right before her eyes was enough to make her pee her panties. It took a little willpower for Connie to keep from peeing, as she witnessed Jim's excitement.
So a guy really liked to do that! She'd wondered how anybody would enjoy rubbing his lips against something so squishy and smelly. Connie touched the crotch of her jogging shorts. She'd always liked her own musky scent, and felt a little guilty about it. Maybe there was no reason to.
"Baby, you're the finest eating chick in the U. S. of A."
"Ohhh Jimmy, I love for you to say that." Catherine's hips moved again, snaking around to rub her swollen folds up against her lover's hungry mouth.
The sloppy sound of him sucking on her made Connie gasp again. She petted the outside of her jogging shorts, dying to slip a finger under the silken edge.
Jim's fingers dug into Catherine's white thighs as he pried her open even more. His chin worked up and down the woman's crevice; his tongue darted out. Then, incredibly, Connie was witnessing something she hadn't even heard about. Jim was using his tongue like a little cock! He was fucking Catherine Clayborn's pussy with it. Connie watched him push deep and lick around the muscled edges of the woman's hole. Catherine's lovely body quivered, and the muscles in her arms stood out as she clutched at the sides of Jim's head.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, baby!"
"You're all fever inside," he said, stopping just long enough to watch her beg for more. She pulled him back down and his tongue stabbed out again, entering her body deeply.
Connie couldn't help but imagine the man doing the very same thing to her. She hated herself for having such perverse thoughts. As she hated herself, her finger dug under her shorts and under the skimpy band of her panty crotch. With a sigh of relief, Connie pressed the fingertip between her smoldering outer lips. The juicy sound of her velvety cuntflesh filled the closet. Connie wiggled her toes in her jogging shoes and breathed another sigh.
"Your turn," Jim said, rising on his knees.
With a weak smile, Catherine rolled over and crawled to him. She hovered there on all fours, licking the head of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. Then she took it in one hand and lifted her chin to slip it into her mouth. It went in with a smack, and Connie could see Catherine's cheeks dimple as she sucked powerfully on the throbbing, rigid cock.
"Ohhhh god!" Connie gasped. "I don't think I can stand to watch this." But she knew she wasn't going to close her eyes, either.
Catherine was doing things Connie had never dreamed of. She held that pulsing prick with just her fingertips. It was such a dainty way of doing things, and her lips caressed the darkened glans just as delicately. She smeared her spit along the sides of Jim's shaft, using her tongue to spread the wetness evenly, until his entire cock was glistening.
What she did next really took Connie's breath away. Catherine held Jim's erection firmly and began to spank the underside of his tip with the flat of her tongue. The slap, slap of the strokes made the big man jerk, and Connie ran her finger up and down her crevice a little faster. The little blows to the man's cocktip seemed to make shivers of pleasure spread through his groin. He groaned and grabbed the sides of Catherine's head. Some of her lipstick had come off and added a red splotch to the top ridge of his glans. She spanked the place too as the spit dripped back along his erection.
Suddenly, Catherine pursed her lips into a plush-looking O and slipped them around the huge barb she'd been tongue-spanking. Jim shuddered as he watched her take him deep. Connie couldn't believe that thing would fit into Catherine's mouth, but id did. Then the pretty woman's stomach bucked as she swallowed the tip.
She held him deep like that for a while, and then pulled her lips free. Smiling up at him, she pushed her dark hair out of her eyes and waited for his approval.
"More," Jim grinned.
"Okay. You're nice to eat, too!"
Catherine bobbed her head over that stiff, hot shaft. Jim trembled and sank down on his side on the bed, his cock never leaving her firm, warm lips. Connie stroked her overheated pussy, pumping her ass as she stood there in the darkness of the closet.
"I can't take this anymore," Jim groaned, pulling free. "I've got to get my cock into that lovely cunt of yours."
The two of them wrestled playfully for a minute. This little game Catherine played excited Connie as if it had been the real thing. When Jim finally forced her onto her back and pinned her hands up over her head, Connie bit her lip. She remembered how Bobby had pinned her like that and rubbed his cock against her young cunt. This time she did squirt a little pee. She was so excited she was about to explode!
"You want it bad?"
"Yeah... BAD!"
"How bad?" Catherine teased, jerking her hips, making it hard for him to find her hole.
"Bad enough to do anything I can to get it." Jim sunk his teeth into one of Catherine's large tits, his tongue fanning her nipple. This sudden jolt of eroticism made the tall woman shudder and stop fighting him. Her lips curled back from her teeth and her eyes glazed over. Connie watched with excited amazement as Jim held his thick cock and pressed it firmly against Catherine's glistening cunt.
Catherine's legs were bent back, exposing her crevice to Jim's pleasure. He massaged her clit with his glans, and then gave a shove. Catherine's body jerked as four inches of hard cock penetrated her.
The way that stiff thing looked going into the beautiful woman's cunt made Connie jerk too. She could almost feel it herself! The thickness, the hotness! She whimpered in the darkness of the closet, wondering if Catherine was in pain. Surely something so big would hurt her, even if she had done it with a man before.
But Catherine didn't seem to be in pain at all. She was writhing, her hips dancing wildly on the bed. She was moving with rapid little shivers, and the muscles in her calves were all bulged out as she dug her heels- into the bed, then locked them against the small of her lover's back.
Jim was panting and kissing Catherine's lovely shoulders. He clutched her body and squirmed his hips around as he forced more of his fat prick into her pussy. Connie saw a stream of juice trickled down the crack of Catherine's ass. The cock was taking up a lot of room! She dug into her young pussy and leaned against the odor of the. closet.
What if Bryce found out? What if Bobby did?
"Ohhhhh, darling," Catherine groaned, her long red nails making marks along the man's back. "Ohhhh, fuck me good!"
Up to this time, Connie's fantasies about sex had been put together from what she had guessed about it. But she was really witnessing it this time! The real thing! She'd never guessed that two people could act so crazy, so frenzied!
The way Catherine moved her body was intensely erotic. She bucked her hips and arched her back and rubbed her shoulders around as Jim held her hips with both hands and skewered her deeper. His cock made sucking noises as he plunged it in and out. The dainty pink folds that were stretched around the shaft clung slickly to the man's rigid prick. When he pulled his cock all tie way out, the same soft petals smeared hotly against his glans, and as a tremble went through his strong back, Connie knew it had to feel good for him.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh god damn Cathy!"
"Jim... ohhhh yessss!"
Without warning, the two panting lovers clenched and rolled over. Connie's eyes bugged out. What little did she know about sex told her that the man was always on top during the act. But now this muscular lover of Catherine's was under her, his legs open as Catherine closed hers tightly together and began to pump her perfect ass up and down.
To Connie it looked like Catherine was fucking Jim! She gasped and dug her fingers deeper into her dripping cunt. Her clit throbbed back, hot and tight and tingling with sexual tension.
"Yeah baby, yeah!" Jim groaned, opening his thighs even wider. It was as if he were taking the passive, feminine part. Catherine seemed to be enjoying the more aggressive role. She bit her lover's neck and pinned his wrists against the mattress while her wide, curvy hips plunged and dipped, wiggled and squirmed. The juicy sound of their fucking increased in tempo.
Connie could still see Jim's prick stabbed to the hilt in Catherine's slippery pussy. But it was Catherine who was doing all the rubbing. The sinuous way she moved seemed like a graceful dance to Connie. The woman's big breasts were flattened against Jim's chest. Her belly heaved against his. She kissed his mouth hungrily, her tongue stabbing between his teeth while she held her pussy down on his cock all the way and shuddered.
"Ohhhhh," Connie whimpered, hardly able to watch. Her juicy slit was really a mess now, but she couldn't stop playing with it. She wished she'd never seen what she was seeing. But another part of her was glad.
"Ohhh, Jim darling! Feel how tight I can squeeze you?"
"Yeah... uhhhhhh!"
"Now I'm going to just squeeze your glans." Catherine arched her back, her ass rising as she pulled her clasping cunt back from his prick. Then Connie saw the muscled opening of Catherine's cunt squeezing around the man's hot tip. She squeezed it rhythmically, the muscles of her ass dimpling to show the tension she was applying to her lover's hot cocktip. Jim gasped and tried to stab more of his cock into her. Catherine laughed and eased away from him so that only her muscles held that most sensitive part of his erection.
"Give it to me! Ohhh baby, I can't hold on much longer!"
Again the two of them were caught up in some kind of wild fit. Connie could remember the many times she'd masturbated and how she sort of lost control at the very end. That was how sex was, she knew. And that was how Catherine and Jim were acting now.
He rolled her back so that he was on top again. Catherine began to cry out from deep in her throat as Jim slipped his big hands under her ass and plowed deep.
When Catherine crossed her pretty ankles her lover's back and hunched with total abandon, Connie ground her clit into the mushy heat of her surrounding tissues. She was close to coming, too, and watching these wild lovers was about to push her over the line. But she couldn't just bring herself off like that. Not in this closet. She was sure to make some noise and give her hiding place away. Catherine began to scream.
"Deep... deeper! Ohhhhh stick it all the way through me!"
"Here it comes baby! Jeesshhhuuusss!"
The strong man's ass was hard as a rock! Connie felt dizzy as she let her imagination run wild. She let herself be the one on the bed, let her virgin body be crushed under Jim's muscular form. She let slender legs lock around his back, let her small tits flatten under his broad chest. It was almost too much for her to handle, even though it was just fantasy. Because she knew that that prick of his would split her in two! But would it feel good? Going in so deep! So hot! She shuddered and bit her tongue to keep from reaching a climax. She was pressing her forefinger against her clitoris and she could feel the swollen nub throbbing like it wanted to turn into a skyrocket.
"Ohhh, my god," Connie gasped, pressing her pubic bone against the door frame and pumping her trim bottom up and down. The rubbing, gouging pressure threatened to set her afire. On the bed, the two lovers were already in flames!
"Ohhh!"
"Yeah... Cathy!"
"... Jim... my GOD!"
"... tight honey... "
"Ohhhh so hard! Ohhhhh don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
They clawed at each other, kissed each other hungrily. The slurping penetration of Jim's cock was very loud now, and he pulled all the way back each time before he slammed forward. The spearing force of his erection going into Catherine's slick tube made her whole body tremble. She squeezed her thighs tightly around him as Jim almost rose onto his knees, pulling her up from the bed as she clung with both arms around his neck.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Jim gasped. Connie knew it was happening, and a hot flush went over her skin. "Ahhhhhhhh Cathy!"
The two of them kissed as their hips plunged up and down, dipped from side to side. Jim's thick cock was imbedded all the way into Catherine's body, and her wriggling was smearing it with hot juice. That's what Connie was imagining, anyway.
Connie was pumping her mound against the door frame. It wasn't really enough. Nothing seemed to be enough when she worked herself into such a state. She still watched the lovers on the bed. Their convulsive writhing was fascinating to her. She'd never imagined that it was really like that! Now her fantasies about sex had to be rethought. It was a whole different world than the one she'd previously imagined.
"... coming! Ohhhh I'm coming Jimmy!"
"Me too baby, take it all!"
"Ohhhhhh, god in heaven," Connie whimpered to herself. "He's spurting just like the man on the bus that day! He's spurting just like Bobby did when he put it in my bottom!"
The sound of them fucking was sloppier now, and when a froth appeared around the base of Jim's cock, Connie knew that Catherine was full to overflowing. Her hips continued to plunge as she begged for more. Connie imagined her muscles squeezing Jim's hot prick, milking it. She remembered how her own virgin cunt had tightened deep inside her, even though nothing had ever filled it yet.
Connie watched until the two of them sighed and slowed their wild wriggling. Then there was only an occasional tremble, a little jerk. They kissed each other some more, petted each other.
It was a long time--or it seemed like it--before the two of them dressed and went back downstairs. By this time Connie was in bad shape. Her panties clung to her hot cunt, and she was afraid it might soak all the way through to her jogging shorts.
While Catherine was talking with Jim in the front room, she sneaked out the back and hurried to her shopping chores. But her mind kept straying. All she could think of was that wild and furious fucking! That's what Bobby had wanted to do to her!
CHAPTER FOUR
Connie was on her way back to the Clayborn place with the few items Catherine had wanted, when Bryce's big Lincoln pulled up at the curb and he motioned her to get in. She was afraid that she smelled a little musky, because her cunt was still damp from having watched Bryce's wife fuck her lover, Jim. But more than that, Connie was worried that Catherine didn't expect her husband home. He was supposed to be tied up at the office.
"I got things cleared up quicker than I thought I would," was his answer to Connie's comment that she was surprised to see him. "Hey, you sure look nice in those jogging shorts."
"Thanks Mr. Clayborn... I mean Bryce." Bryce had insisted that she use his first name. Connie chewed her lip as they pulled into the long drive and stopped in front of the house. Was that guy Jim gone yet? Was Catherine still walking around the house naked? She sighed with secret relief when they went inside and found the house empty.
"I guess Catherine took the Mercedes and went shopping," Bryce said, making himself a drink. "Could I fix you something?"
"Not really," Connie said. She felt her father's eyes on her. He seemed to like her long, slender legs. Taking his drink with him, Bryce disappeared into his bedroom. When he returned, he had on a pair of jogging shorts, too, and shoes to match.
"Since you're decked out for some running," he smiled, "I thought we could drive out to the lake and jog together. I want to see if those long legs of yours work as good as they look."
Connie blushed. Bryce's words had a strange effect on her. Then they were in the car, the wind streaming through the windows as Bryce headed out of town.
The lake he was referring to was certainly isolated. There were old roads that had once been used for logging, and Bryce took her down one, running slowly to see what kind of shape she was in. Connie couldn't get her mind off what had happened that morning. And the swollen state of her cunt, along with the fact that she'd come so close to coming but hadn't quite made it, only added to her tension. As she ran alongside Bryce, her panting wasn't entirely because of the fact that she was using her legs.
She didn't see the exposed root of a tree. Her foot caught it, throwing her forward. She stumbled a few paces and was about to go down, when she found herself clutched in Bryce's strong arms.
"Are you okay?"
"I think I twisted my ankle," she moaned, rubbing the tender place. Bryce carried her off the road and through some trees to a grassy flat place in some bushes. He untied her shoe, skinned off her sock and examined her ankle.
Connie wasn't unaware of the fact that he did it very gently, very lovingly. His fingers lightly caressed her small, thin foot. He brushed her toes, touched her instep. Every contact sent hot shivers up and down Connie's legs. She remembered that her feet had always been very sensitive. To have Bryce massaging her sole was almost too much to bear in her present state of excitation.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhhh god," she moaned.
"That hurt?"
"No... I mean... it's kind of tender... well... ohhhh!"
"I guess a young girl is ticklish on her feet, huh?" Bryce examined her ankle. "It does look like you twisted it a little. I don't think it's serious, but you'll probably have to stay off it for a few days."
"It doesn't hurt too much. Maybe I could try and walk."
"It's such a pretty foot," Bryce murmured. The tone of his voice shocked Connie. But what shocked her more was when he bent down and kissed her right in the middle of her sole. The tingles were so intense this time, that she pulled her tummy in under her ribs and chewed her bottom lip some more.
"Ohhhh, god!"
"I guess I shouldn't have done that," he said, "since you're really kind of my daughter now."
Connie was far too embarrassed to think of a reply. She'd glimpsed the growing lump in Bryce's jogging shorts. He was excited, excited because of her! She was confused and surprised. How could a man with such an incredibly beautiful wife care anything about some skinny little teenybopper like herself?
"Connie. My sweet, young Connie."
"Mr. Clayborn, I don't think you should... " But by now his kisses had grown wetter, hungrier. He touched her toes lightly with his tongue, wetting each one in turn before returning to her instep.
Connie watched him with wide, innocent eyes.
She had begun to pant. The hot brush of his mouth was erotic enough, but to watch him do all this was even more titillating. She felt her hot little pussy steaming up again. Then Bryce her smallest toe between his teeth and began to chew it gingerly.
"Uhhhhhh," she grunted, throbs of pleasure making her clit swell. Her toe was all the way into his mouth! He was sucking on it! And the sucking felt so damned good! "Ohhhhhh wow!"
"I've wanted to kiss you from the very first moment I saw you," Bryce said, putting her foot down and taking her shoulders in his big hands. He squeezed them, pulling her forward.
Connie was in a state of shock. She turned her mouth away, of course, but Bryce kissed the side of her face, anyway. He kissed her neck and the lobe of her ear. Then his tongue went into her dainty ear, and Connie's eyes rolled back in her head. Like her feet, her ears were extremely sensitive. Weakly, she tried to push Bryce Clayborn back. He breathed in her ear as he moved his hands upwards over her tan thighs.
"... please... ohhhh god, Bryce!"
"You beautiful little nymph," he said.
"But... "
"Connie, I can't keep from kissing you. I tried to reason it all out, but I couldn't."
Connie's heart pounded. Bryce ran his warm hands up and down her body, caressing the curve of her hips, the smooth inward curve of her back.
She'd never been touched like that, ever! The few awkward fumblings by boys her own age had turned her off more than on. But Bryce knew how to make her tingle! She couldn't think straight. She couldn't get control of herself enough to make him stop. Did she even want to make him stop?
"No... don't... ohhhh god Bryce! Ohhhhhhh god!"
"Doesn't that feel good?" His fingers brushed dangerously close to her cunt.
"Yes, but you're married to Catherine and I'm just a foster child... "
"But you like me to pet you?"
"No... I don't... I can't think when you do that!"
Bryce kissed her again, this time very close to her mouth. When he worked their lips together, she just groaned and let him. He was licking her lips, trying to pry her jaws open. She squirmed her ass around his fingers curved gently under her mound. She squeezed her thighs together, but it was no use. He seemed to know exactly where her clit was, even under two layers of material. He pressed gently up and in, and a spark of pleasure shot through her body.
"Nhhhaaaahhhh," she babbled, feeling his hot tongue on her neck, on her chin, on her lips again.
"You're so young and soft and sweet-smelling," he breathed, pressing his finger harder against the blue satin of her jogging shorts. Her thighs weakened and fell open. She was losing what little resistance she'd mustered. It was as if the pleasure was taking control--like some crazy itch that had to be rubbed. She writhed weakly, not wanting to give herself up to the thrills, but too confused to think of how to stop this strong, handsome man.
Now he was kissing her belly, stretching her t-shirt up to expose her shallow navel. He kissed his way up to her ribs and then towards her heaving tits. Weakly, Connie caught at his head, but he knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. When his hot mouth sucked one of her quivering breasts between his teeth, she arched her back and shuddered with erotic tension.
"Ohhhhh, nhhhooooo!" she sighed.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, licking and kissing the firm, warm orb. Her brown nipple seemed to bulge deeper into his mouth. The way his tongue curled around it made Connie bite her tongue. She'd never been kissed like that--not even by Bobby the day he'd played so rough.
Dimly, Connie was aware of fingers working at the waist of her jogging shorts. Bryce was slipping them down, inch by inch. She grabbed them and tried to hold them up, but he gently pried her fingers loose and went on undressing her.
"Nhhoo, what if somebody comes... what are you going to do? Why are you undressing... ohhhhh Bryce!"
Her shorts were halfway down her thighs now.
Her panty crotch had slipped up between the plump, damp lips of her cunt. As Bryce's finger petted her, she rocked her hips as if trying to squirm away from him. But the movement only let his finger slide up into her crevice along with her panties.
She was in a state of shock. She kept flashing on the thing that was happening to her, on this grown man touching her in ways that drove her half crazy. His hot breath was close to her mouth again, and he forced her to kiss him, she whimpered and gave him her wet, trembling lips.
At the same time, Bryce pulled her panty-crotch to one side and eased a finger under it. Connie didn't realize it at first, but when she felt him rubbing deeper into her slippery cunt, she knew that there was not even a thin band of nylon between her and Bryce's eager touching.
"Ohhhh you sweet, sweet baby," he whispered, his finger gliding up and down between her glossy, dripping folds.
"Hhhnnnuuhh," she moaned, pumping her hips and wishing she could stop him. Her fingers dug into his wrist and she strained to push him away. Bryce licked her ear harder, finding the moist, musky fold just behind it. A shudder of excitement made Connie stiffen her legs. The next thing she knew, he was easing her panties down off her ass.
"Bryce... ohhh god! Please st-st-stop it now! Before it's too... too l-l-late."
He made her bend a leg, slipping her foot through shorts and panties so that they hung in a tangle around one thigh. Then he was kissing her belly, kissing her brown pubic curls, and it was happening so fast that Connie could hardly react. When his mouth covered her plump, firm mound and his tongue divided the slippery flesh, she almost lost consciousness.
"Uhhhhhh... ohhhh this is awful! What you're doing... ohhh!"
He seemed to know exactly how hard, how fast to lick her. He seemed to know the movements and the rhythm and everything! She was dropping into a kind of paradise. Her skin glowed hotly, her face was flushed. Her brown nipples, still glistening with Bryce's saliva, were jutting out longer than ever, and as he feasted gently at her cunt, she brushed a palm across them.
She felt so small and he was so big! She was used to going out with boys closer to her own height, not some muscled, mature male who seemed to know everything there was to know about sex!
Bryce's tongue had just finished ravishing her clit, and the hot nub was standing up like a tiny cock now. She couldn't possibly keep her hips still. She rocked them, pumped them against his licking. He slurped the blossomed pink flesh. When his hands urged her to open her thighs more, Connie gave a weak moan and did what he wanted. He positioned her bent legs higher and spread them until they'd go no further. A hot blush of shame went through Connie as she realized how stretched her young little cunt was! She was completely open to him now--every dainty lip exposed, every tumid bump glistening up for him to see and suck on. And Bryce didn't hesitate. His lips, his tongue, his teeth rubbed and petted her.
Bryce was doing some of the most incredible things! Connie panted loudly now, totally lost to passion. She could feel the point of his tongue sliding from the beginning of her slit all the way back to her ass. Bryce paid special attention to her hymen. He pressed in hard enough to make her sting. It was that little orifice, her menstrual opening, that he was beginning to widen. Even though it hurt, Connie was too taken up with this new and thrilling experience to be too afraid. She didn't really know what was happening until she felt her body tear and the sting grow worse!
"Bryce! Ohhhhh don't... you're hurting me!"
"Relax my sweet little girl, just relax... "
"But... "
"... relax."
His tongue petted her clit again, and the surging thrills made her head flop back weakly on the grass. A tiny trickle of blood dripped over her rectum. She knew by the feel of it that she had been wounded. Oh, why couldn't she think straight? Why couldn't she get control of things?
As Bryce slipped his mouth down under her belly again, Connie glimpsed a smear of red on his bottom lip. This made a shudder of excitement go through her. She knew she should be scared! This man--a married man to boot--was pushing his tongue into her cunt! He was tearing her cherry! She wriggled helplessly as that hot warmth covered her pussy again and his tongue slid down over her clit on its way to her wounded opening.
"Nhhhaaahh," she babbled, straining away from him. But Bryce had her knees pushed apart with his hands. He kept her spread like that as he worked that point of his tongue into the tear in her hymen, and began to push. Again, that stinging sensation made Connie buck. It wasn't the pain so much, as knowing what he was doing.
She began to thrash around, whimpering loudly, her heels digging into the grassy ground. Bryce held onto her. He clamped his mouth even tighter to her cunt, his tongue thrusting powerfully. She could feel herself being ripped open. Her tummy fluttered, and then as he stabbed deeper, she sucked it in tight under her ribs. Her breasts quivered, nipples throbbing upwards like firm brown towers. Her hot blood poured down.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, I'm bleeding! Ohhhhh, god Bryce! Ohhhh, what did you do to me?"
His tongue was inserted as deeply as he could get it. He licked her slowly now, penetrating her and dragging it slowly back. She could feel the sexy rub against the freshly torn edges of her hole. She could feel the drip of her blood mingling with Bryce's hot saliva. She could feel her heart jumping in her chest, and the way this sexy man dug his thumbs and fingers into the tan, smooth flesh of her thighs. All the whispered tales, all the curious dreams she'd had, seemed like child's play compared to this! "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh god in heaven! Ohhh, Bryce!"
"Mmmm," he moaned, fucking her with quick, sexy jabs of his tongue.
Bryce ravished her for what seemed like a long time. But it could have been just a few minutes--Connie had lost all sense of time or place. She could just felt the grassy earth under her bare ass; she could feel how her t-shirt was shoved up under her armpits to expose her white tits and tan tummy. She could feel her jogging shorts, along with her panties, hanging on one thigh. And better than anything, she could feel Bryce using his tongue on her adolescent pussy. Her clit was bulging with blood--a glistening red nub of ravished flesh. And Bryce never forgot to lick it every once in a while.
"Mhhhuuhh!" she gasped when he took his mouth away from her and gazed up across her heaving belly. She tried to focus on him. His lips were bloody. Her blood! His eyes were heavy with passion. His blondish brown hair was mussed.
Then he rose over her, kneeling between her spread thighs. With sudden shock she realized that he was completely undressed! But what shocked her more was that huge thing that bobbed so heavily between his thighs. His cock was the biggest thing she'd ever seen on a human male! It was bigger than the cock she'd seen on the bus ride to Kingston, bigger even than Catherine's lover's cock!
Bryce's thick penis had to be over eight inches long, and thick like the handle of a flashlight. The head was covered with a thin, clinging foreskin that let only a glistening circle of his glans peek out. Connie sucked in a quick breath. That glans was pulsing, growing and shrinking before her eyes, throbbing with a rhythm that made her feel dizzy again. She looked back along the shaft to where Bryce's balls hung. They looked heavy, and she could guess why without half-trying.
Seeing him like that shocked Connie enough to make her sit up. She began to squirm backwards, her eyes wide and never leaving that swinging chunk of hot meat.
"Bryce... I... we can't... Bryce, for god's sake! I'm just a little girl! I'm just fifteen!"
She jerked her t-shirt down over her tits and tried to get up. Bryce caught her easily and dragged her down again. She was whimpering, tears on her cheeks as he caressed her trembling body again. She saw the red smears on the insides of her thighs, saw the way her poor little cunt was swollen open.
"Calm down Connie," Bryce breathed, soothing her, petting her. He made her sit down before him, made her look at his cock. It scared her past reason.
"Nhhoooo! Ohhhh take me home! Please!" She staggered to her feet and tried to run. But she had on only one jogging shoe, her panties and shorts tangled around one knee. Again Bruce caught her, pulled her hands behind her back.
"You little idiot," he laughed, "you don't even know what's good for you."
"Help," she gasped, barely able to get the word out. She felt so funny--like she was caught in a strange dream. Her skin tingled as Bryce made her kneel in the grass again. He used his jock strap to bind her wrists behind her.
"Nhhoo, noooo!"
"Look at me! LOOK!"
He knelt over her face, his huge cock just inches from her eyes. Slowly he pulled his foreskin back. As the clinging flesh glided away from the slippery knob underneath, Connie stopped breathing. She was staring, not blinking, not saying anything. She'd even stopped crying! That... that thing! It was shaped like a fat, smooth barb. It seemed perfect for shoving into a female's body. On the bus ride she hadn't gotten as close a look. She hadn't seen Jim's as good, either, before he jammed it into Catherine's body. But this! This penis that grew from Bryce's body was like something from outer space!
"I want you to kiss it," he murmured.
"Oh god, do you think I'm crazy? Do you think I'm some kind of... " Bryce just smiled and slipped his hand behind her head. His fingers tangled in her fine, brown hair, and he caressed her with a gentleness that made more shivers go through her shoulders.
"You'll kiss it for me, Connie. You'll kiss it now."
As he spoke these words, his thumb and finger pulled his foreskin all the way back to make a white collar behind his glans. The tiny orifice at the tip swelled open and shut, open and shut.
"No! I... I can't. I j-j-just can't." But even as she said this, Connie felt weak--as if her will were being drained by this thing. Just looking at it hypnotized her. Bryce lifted her head then, and pulled her towards the dusky blue head of his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Noooo! I just can't!"
Connie turned her mouth away. Bryce just smiled at her. The head of his cock pressed her cheek, and the fever of it sent shivers through her cunt. Never in her life had a cock been pushed against her cheek! Again she wondered if she was going to pass out. But she didn't. She went on feeling the eager pulse of Bryce's stiff prick. He rubbed it over her face slowly, smearing her with cock juice. She groaned, unable to smother the carnal passion throbbing in her tummy, in her wounded cunt.
"You're born for this," Bryce said. "Everybody is. That's why you're so wet. That's why your breathing is so rapid."
"But... it's wrong!"
"Kiss me."
"No!"
"Kiss the head of it! Now Connie, right now!"
There was something in his voice that made her jump. He wasn't angry, but he was commanding her. His command broke away what little was left of her willpower. She sobbed softly as she turned to look at this glans again. He still cradled the back of her head with his hand. She pulled at the jock strap that bound her wrists, but there was no way she was going to get her hands free.
She closed her eyes as that swollen shape came closer. Then it touched her lips. She didn't kiss it. She just let him smear cock juice across her mouth, across her chin. There, she'd done what he wanted. It was over.
"Kiss me Connie."
That throbbing cock pressed harder against her lips. With a weak moan, Connie pursed them and kissed the incredibly smooth surface. A thrill she hadn't expected shot through her loins. She pumped her hips and pulled weakly at the twisted jockstrap around her wrists.
"Uhhh, ohhhhhhh god! God, god, god!"
Bryce was pressing his tip harder against her lips. She kissed it again, again, again! She kissed it until her spit was leaking from the corner of her mouth. She kissed it until her saliva mixed with his lubrication and spread over the rounded barb. When at last Bryce pulled it back a little, she could see it glistening in the bright sunlight.
"You're not afraid to kiss it now, are you?" Bryce asked.
"No."
The answer she'd given shocked Connie, but she'd said it! And when Bryce leaned forward again and pulled her head up, she kissed that throbbing, feverish cockhead! She let the delicate insides of her lips smooth over the spongy-firm shape. She even let the tip of her tongue flick against the little swollen lumps under it, then embarrassed by her own behavior, turned her face away.
"What are you doing to me? Why don't you turn me loose and take me home and... " But Bryce was kissing her mouth suddenly--hungrily. His tongue fucked between her teeth, and she had to suck it. His hands dug into her youthful flesh as he lowered her onto the grass again. He spread her thighs, never taking his mouth from hers.
Whining with fear, Connie jerked her hands. But Bryce had gotten the jock-strap tight. She wasn't going to get free unless he let her free.
His lips smothered her protests. She felt him force her thighs completely apart and rub his fingers up along her blossomed flesh. She trembled, and her clit bulged out for petting.
It was all happening so fast--too fast for her to control herself.
"Uhhh, Bryce! Nhhhaaahhh!"
Something was petting her cunt. But it wasn't Bryce's finger. It was thicker, hotter, smoother. It was throbbing as he pressed it against her clitoris and let it slide up and down her firm, glistening vulva. She could hear the juices smacking as her dainty folds parted around the thing. " "Ohhh, god! You're going to fuck me!"
"Of course I am," Bryce whispered into her ear. His tongue lightly brushed her there again as he worked his hot, hard cocktip up and down, up and down. She wriggled furiously, panting hard. But the wriggling wasn't helping her to get away. It only rubbed her hot pussy against him all the more. And the rubbing excited Bryce. He touched her clit again with his cockhead, forcing it into her squishy heat.
"Ghhhaaaahhh," she groaned, feeling the surging excitement. Her shoulders shook. Her nipples hardened against Bryce's lips. He'd kissed his way down from her ear, down her neck to suck on her perfect little tits again.
But Connie still experienced a raw edge of fear. She'd kissed that thing, so she knew how huge it was! And she had no idea how big she was! He'd broken her with his tongue, and now he wanted to fuck her! She could hardly handle all this at once! She got dizzy again, whimpering, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Easy baby. Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you... "
"Like hell you're not!" she cried. "Come on, come on... kiss me!"
"No!"
"Yes!" His lips covered her mouth, and even as she continued to whimper against the kiss, his tongue parted her teeth and she was licking back against the erotic suck.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
With his hand, Bryce was wedging his cocktip against her young, tight cunthole. The raw edges were still bloody from being torn, and she could feel the sting. But the smoothness, the slick slide of him against her tender parts was making her hips move again. She squirmed her ass cheeks against the damp grass as he began to force the rounded glans into the opening he'd made with his tongue. He gave her only an inch, only the end of that knob, before pulling back. Then he did it again, again, again.
The subtle friction built as he moved like that. Her muscles, that powerful circle that was being stretched for the first time in her life, squeezed back against the penetration. Panting wildly, Connie struggled to get her hands free. There was no way in hell that she was going to be able to stop Bryce from doing whatever he wanted.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh it feels so big! It's so hot!"
"You're hot too, baby. And slick."
"I might bleed to death."
"You're not bleeding much at all now."
He moved more forcefully against her, bringing his hips forward as he thrust. Now her nostrils flared wide as she felt her muscled opening peeling back tighter as more of Bryce's glans entered her dripping hole.
There was a little pain, but not the real hurting kind. Something else, some other sensation was taking over--a tickly, itchy kind of feeling that made Connie swivel her hips slowly as she tested this new thrill.
"Nhhhaaaahhh," she babbled, eyes fluttering weakly.
Bryce had grabbed her ass with both hands and was forcing himself against her hole--hard. She felt the slippery slide as her muscles widened, slid back along that barb. And then that tingling feeling grew more intense as his knob actually entered her body, actually slipped out of sight inside that squeezing circle of hot pussy flesh. She grunted as her cunt tightened down behind Bryce's cockhead. Instinctively, she tightened her muscles even harder. Bryce groaned and his eyes glazed over as he tried to kiss her mouth.
"... baby... jhheeshuss christ!"
"Nhhuhh," she moaned back, letting him suck her tongue.
Gently, so gently that her passions were quickly aroused, Bryce forced more of his big prick into her young, stretched pussy. Connie's mind spun. She was being made love to. She'd been forced alright, but forced in such a tender way. And this thick thing inside her was throbbing, gouging, stabbing her, as Bryce eased another inch past her squeezing muscles. She was bleeding again, but it didn't seem to matter.
"Baby... you sweet little nymph!"
"Ohhhh, Bryce... ohhh!"
She was squeezing him rhythmically now, her juices flowing, her muscles contracting with agonizing pleasure. Connie had never felt anything inside her body! Bryce's cock was so thick! So hard! It was gouging her velvet insides as he pushed another inch into her.
"Bryce... it hurts... " He kissed her mouth and she forgot the hurt. He slipped his fingers under her back and began to jerk his jockstrap free of her wrists. Now she was untied, and she brought her hands down over her belly, down to where her cunt-hair was wet with her own butter. Then she dared to touch that hard, hot cock that had penetrated her mound.
Whimpering with shock, she traced a fingertip around her stretched lips, touching the place where the sides of Bryce's shaft were sliding in, sliding out. She felt the veins and the tube along the underside as he grasped her ass with both hands and fucked deeper, always deeper.
As she felt herself being fucked, her hot juice dripped onto her fingers. The sucking, slurpy sounds grew louder and sexier. She gave Bryce her mouth when he wanted it, actually sucking on his tongue. She was making hot little grunting sounds deep in her throat. Pleasure bathed the underside of her body and tingled in her belly and ass. Her knees were bent back, thighs thrown apart without Bryce even making her hold them like that. Somehow being spread for him made it even better!
"Yaaahhhh," she cried, bucking now, thrusting her hips forward and back. The pain of being stretched was still there, but she didn't care at all. It was the thrilling slide of Bryce's cock that was wiping her out. The deeper it slid, the more she squirmed against the grass. It did fit! That huge, hard cock did fit!
"Mhhuuh, uhhhh, ohhhhhh, god, Bryce! I feel like I'm losing my mind!"
They kissed hungrily, her breasts flattened against his chest. The way her hardened nipples slid across his skin made Connie's back arch sharply, made her wiggle her hips back and forth as Bryce forced another inch of throbbing penis into her young hole.
"Uh, uhhh, uhhhhhh!" she grunted, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. "... baby doll... "
"God... God, I feel so weird... I feel all tingly and dizzy! Ohhh Bryce, I'm gonna... I'm gonna COME!"
His fingers went deeper into the plushness of her ass. She bucked again and her bottom hardened, began to quiver. Her calves tightened too, bulging out in sharp relief. Her thighs trembled as they tensed up. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. A feverish prickle spread along her tummy as she sucked it in sharply under her ribs.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh GOD!"
"Connie baby... " Inside her that thing was getting bigger! She could feel Bryce's glans tightening and stretching her out. He was getting deep too, so deep that her womb was being rubbed. Then she felt his hot, heavy balls flop against her ass. Another flood of juice dripped down her slit, down over her rectum. She writhed convulsively, hips lurching, fingers clawing at the big man's back. Her legs straightened slowly until her small feet pawed the air over Bryce's hard ass.
"Ghhuuhhh, uhhhhh! Ohhhhh, help Bryce... help, help, help!"
Her clit exploded so suddenly that she strangled on her cries. Her breasts glowed hot as ecstasy rippled through her squirming body. Bryce was panting loudly too, his hands actually hurting her, he was squeezing so hard. But the hurt only turned to pleasure when her clit throbbed into ecstatic explosions. One after another, they jolted through her. Connie drooled and babbled and bit her tongue.
"Fuck... ohhh FUCK!" She was crying and screaming at the same time.
Connie couldn't believe the way she was moving her slender body. She'd never dreamed that any human would move like that. Even Catherine hadn't moved like that when Jim was fucking her, and Bryce seemed to be going half crazy with the way she was moving. He was even trying to make her slow down.
"Baby... take it easy... so slow down now... Connie, goddamn!"
But she couldn't. She tried but she couldn't. Her back arched and humped, her shoulders dipped and rubbed against the grass. Her heels flailed the air as she squirmed with violent pleasure under the heavy body of the man who'd stabbed her so deeply with his cock.
She was coming, and it was the wildest, best come she'd ever had. It was turning her into a frenzied animal, wanting only more of the tantalizing pleasure, the flaming itch that covered her mound and invaded the hot depths of her young pussy.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh, Bryce!"
It was ending, but Connie could feel a tingle that told her there might be more. She dug her fingers shamelessly into Bryce's hard buttocks. He was acting so strangely! He was trembling all over, and his breathing had gotten choked.
"Nhhuuh, ohh, ahhhhh," Connie cried, still pumping against him, rubbing her pubic bone around, her dripping, squeezing hole milking at his cock. He felt so rigid! His cock had become so hard, so swollen at the tip!
"No, baby... NO! You've got to stop squirming! Connie, STOP!"
"Whhhaaaaa!" she whimpered, feeling him pulling back. He was dragging him when his flared cockhead bumped against them. She dug her nails harder into his buttocks, trying to pull him back into her. But Bryce gave a choking moan and shook his head.
"Can't baby, can't leave it... it in!"
"Please! Please fuck me, Bryce!" Connie never thought she'd be saying that. But the words weren't important. What was important was that Bryce didn't take that hot, hard cock away from her. Not when she was about to come again!
"Connie! Let me pull it out, baby! Gotta let me get it out!"
As his glans popped free of her sucking cunt, Connie whimpered. Then she groaned as he pressed it up against her heaving tummy and ground it into her flesh with thankful gasps. Connie could feel how long it was, and how hot it was. She could feel that swollen tube that ran the whole length of his shaft. The tube was pulsing. Bryce pumped his prick up and down against her belly, the tumid shape sliding easily in the juice that dripped from it.
"Connie... " he gasped.
At the same instant she felt a hot lick of cum shoot up against the underside of one breast. She groaned and clung to him, and let him pump faster. His movements continued to excite her, even though he'd pulled out of her body. Her cunt ached, now that it was empty. It was a sensation she'd never forget--that emptiness afterwards. She bit Bryce's neck as he wallowed his hips down against hers, as he stroked his cock up and down her juicy, cummy belly. The white curds were flowing and spurting now. She could smell the pungent sharpness of the strange fluid and could hear it smacking between their bodies.
"Ohhh, baby! I couldn't put all this stuff inside you! What if you got knocked up? What would my wife say?"
It was all coming back to her now. Connie remembered where she was, who she was. She'd gone jogging with Bryce, and now he was pumping his hot cream onto her belly. Stringy glops of it mashed across one nipple as he squirmed against her.
"Nhhuuh," she gasped, tightening her cunt, feeling the emptiness again. She could feel Bryce's balls too, hanging down against her pubes as he belly-fucked her with slow, agonizing movements. His glans fountained again, and the hot strings leaped. To lighten the friction, Bryce lifted himself up on his elbows and cum spattered against the underside of her chin.
"Ohhhh, god no, Bryce!" she gasped, feeling the guilt and shame again. "Ohhh, what did you do to me?" She bit her lip until she tasted blood. "What did you do?"
CHAPTER SIX
Connie could hardly meet Bryce's eyes when they pulled themselves together enough to get up. He wanted to help clean the cum from her belly, but she sobbed an angry refusal and did it herself the best way she could. Since she'd always believed that it was the duty of a girl to stop a male when he was going too far, Connie felt she'd failed, that it was her fault that a married man had fucked her. Her very own father! She wanted to crawl away and hide someplace. Even if Bryce kept trying to break through her depression.
"Hey baby, there's no reason for you to feel like this."
"You'll send me back to the Wayward Home for Girls now, I suppose," she sniffled, rubbing the back of her hand under her nose.
"Don't be silly. Do you think I'd give you up after what just happened?"
"Give me up! I'm not even yours! I'm not supposed to... ohhhh!" She bawled harder, her thin shoulders shaking. As quickly as she could, she pulled on her clothes again.
Bryce helped her up, helped her limp back to the car. Her foot wasn't hurting all that bad, just bad enough to remind her of what had started the whole thing. Her cunt hurt more than anything else. Now that the fucking was over, it ached deep inside. And around the torn edges of her hymen, the flesh stung.
On the drive back to town, Connie said nothing. She sat against the door and looked at the passing scenery. Bryce's attempts to make conversation fell flat. He was beginning to sound as sad and mixed up as she was. Connie still couldn't understand how it had happened. She hadn't even been thinking of Bryce in a sexual way--well--at least she'd tried not to. Then he'd started kissing her foot and it had been too much to handle. When she remembered kissing, actually KISSING his big, hot cock, she whimpered and hugged her breasts and felt a little sick inside. How would he ever be able to stand her around anymore? A fifteen-year-old girl behaving like that! It was a wonder he wasn't driving her right back to the Home for Wayward Girls right now.
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For the next few days things were very uncomfortable around the house. Connie tried to stay out of the way as much as possible. She worked extra hard cleaning up, washing dishes--anything Catherine needed to be done. Even Bobby noticed the change in her, and when he tried to make a pass at her on Friday, her snappish reply shocked him enough to keep him from pushing things. Connie was to the point where she didn't care what happened to her. If Bobby wanted to pull his revenge that was fine with her. She'd screwed everything up anyway. She'd let her foster father strip off her panties, eat her cunt, and then fuck her. She'd kissed her foster father's cock, and what made her even more guilty, she'd liked it.
This revelation was almost impossible for Connie to deal with. She'd watched Catherine fool around with Jim, her lover, like that. But the idea of doing it herself, to a man old enough to be her father, made her tremble. And again she'd think of what Bryce must think of her. He had to think she was the sleaziest of tramps--cheap, no-good little slut. But when she'd convinced herself that she hadn't really enjoyed pressing her young lips against his feverish glans, she'd be daydreaming of that sensation, getting hot again as she remembered how spongy it had felt. How Bryce's cock had throbbed! Then she'd remember that huge thing sliding into her body, being thrust into her cunt!
By the middle of the following week, Connie was in bad shape. She'd taken to masturbation at regular intervals--once upon awakening, once around noon, and two or three times during the rest of the day.
But now that she'd messed around with a real man, now that she'd been touched and kissed and sucked on, her finger just didn't quite make it. All she could think of, when she started touching herself, was Bryce and the way he'd sucked her round, firm tits. She remembered his gentle, sexy caresses. She remembered his cock, its foreskin stretched back to reveal the glistening plum of his glans. And she remembered her quivering lips smoothing over that rounded shape as her tongue darted shyly against his cocktip. These thoughts always helped her reach an orgasm, but the fire wasn't nearly so fantastic as when she'd been with Bryce. Even with the shampoo hose directed against her clit, she couldn't reach that same, mind-bending tension, couldn't achieve that totally insane release that she'd felt with Bryce.
"I think I'm losing my mind," she began to mutter to herself at odd times. All she thought of was sex. And the more she thought of it, the harder she tried not to. She worked even harder around the house. She ironed, straightened--even washed the car. Catherine began to think she was a little dingy, too.
"Are you sure you're okay?" the leggy beauty asked her one afternoon. "You never go anywhere at all, Connie. Don't you get the urge to see a movie or anything?"
"I'm fine. I enjoy helping you."
Actually, Connie was surprised that Bryce hadn't sent her back to the Home already. Not that he had much of a chance to talk with her. Connie avoided him like the plague. They sat at opposite sides of the dinner table, and she excused herself whenever he tried to pull her into a conversation. Connie wondered why he was waiting. Why he didn't just get rid of her, now that he'd fucked her, and get it over with?
The weekend had rolled around again when Connie found a surprise package for her on her bed. It was something Catherine had picked up for her in a shop downtown, and when Connie held the filmy little thing up by the straps, her heart pounded.
"Oh god, it's beautiful!"
It was a silky nylon nighty with matching panties. The teensy thing clung to her breasts, showing off how perfectly round they were. There was white lace at the edges, and the drape of the top barely reached to her cunt. The bikini panties were almost nothing at all, just a sexy little string with a crotch band. The nighty was a luxurious burgundy and showed Connie's long legs to the utmost advantage.
She'd never owned anything so delicate, so feminine. But she felt a little wicked as she tried it on. The sexiness of the nylon against her youthful flesh brought back the very memories she was trying to avoid. She turned slowly before her mirror, the short gown flying out to show her navel and perfect belly. The clinging silk at her breasts was cut low--low enough to expose the pretty mole she had between them. She brushed her long brown hair and tried to enjoy the lovely thing, silking against her flesh. Thoughts of Bryce throbbed through her mind. Horrible fantasies appeared--fantasies of him walking toward her with outstretched arms.
Connie didn't eat with the family that evening. She had a sandwich in her room, took a cold shower, and started to get ready for bed. She'd been trying to avoid sex altogether for a few days, trying not to finger herself or do anything that would tend to get her excited. But by now the tension was too strong. As she undressed, she looked at the new nighty Catherine had bought her. She knew what she was going to do. She was going to put that daring little thing on, go to bed and finger-fuck herself into oblivion.
Her first climax was too sharp, almost painful. She was left with her legs spraddled over the edge of the mattress, her face flushed, her clit angry red. Connie turned over, enjoying the rub of her sexy purple nighty against her skin. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. It was getting close to midnight, and she was experiencing her usual insomnia.
"Maybe a glass of milk would help." Then she remembered the bottle of brandy she'd seen on the downstairs table earlier in the day. She swung her legs out of bed and padded barefoot to her door and down the hall. The house was quiet. She descended the stairs, found the brandy, and took it to the kitchen.
The concoction she tried was half milk and half brandy, and though it tasted pretty weird, the alcohol went to work immediately. Her skin flushed, and she felt a comfortable glow in her belly. She even began to smile a little.
"Mmmm, that is better. Maybe I can get to sleep now."
Connie didn't hear anyone coming. All she remembered was looking up and seeing Bryce standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He had his pajama bottoms on--that was all. As he blinked sleepily at her, she realized that he was as surprised as she was.
"I... I was just having some milk," she stammered, hurriedly swigging the dregs of her glass. "And Brandy, I see."
Bryce was staring at her outfit--the short drape of her nighty, the show of white lace around her tits, her thick brown nipples pushing the purple silk out. Then his eyes traced the long, willowy shapes of her legs. Something moved inside his pajamas. Connie swallowed hard and chewed her bottom lip.
"I'd better get back up to bed," She started around him. She should have known he wouldn't let her pass. His strong fingers curled around her arm, and he pulled her close to him. He smiled longingly into her eyes. Connie lowered her long lashes and trembled.
"Please let me go. I'm ashamed enough over what happened... "
"You should be proud."
Now she was pulled against him harder. She felt his cock touching her bare thigh. It was pushing the hem of her nighty up. As the foreskin touched her bare tummy, she shuddered. It was so hot! Even hotter than she'd remembered.
Bryce had his hands around her waist. He could almost touch his fingers around her. Realizing this made another wave of sexiness pulse through her. Connie wished she knew how to pray. But it seemed that nothing would help her, nobody would stop it from happening again.
"Bryce... I... I've been wanting to talk to you but didn't have the nerve. I think I should go back to the Home for Wayward Girls. I don't think I belong here. You and Catherine have been so kind to me... but... "
"Baby... baby doll!" His eyes devoured her. He hadn't listened to a word she'd said. Connie pressed her thin hands against his chest. His hands slipped sexily down the small of her back, down over the tightly clinging silk of her string bikinis.
"Uhhhhhh, Bryce... stop!" The warmth of his palms cupping her firm, young buns was almost too much to bear. He nuzzled her hair as she tried to keep her nylon-sheathed breasts from touching his chest. One thought kept rolling over and over in her mind: "I'm fifteen years old... just fifteen... is he crazy?"
Bryce turned off the kitchen lights and led her to a high stool by the counter. A nearby light from the hallway illuminated the jutting stiffness of his cock, but Connie turned her eyes away.
"I want you, baby. And I'm going to... "
"Nhhooo," she moaned as his mouth wet her neck. She trembled against him. His hands circled her waist again and he lifted her onto the high stool. "No! Ohhh, Bryce, you can't do this! I don't want you to... " His mouth smothered hers. She whimpered, but when he sucked at her tongue, she gave it to him. Hot waves of lust pounded through every nerve in her body. Her fingers dug like claws against his chest as she tried to make herself resist. He kissed her again, more hungrily than before. He licked her chin, her neck, her earlobes. Hot juice began to seep from her young slit. She could feel her mound swelling as the inner folds puffed up with blood. When Bryce lifted her short gown, she was too weak to stop him. He gazed at each of her tits a long time before bending down to kiss them.
"Don't take them off! Ohhhh, don't Bryce, don't!"
Bryce had untied the string that held her skimpy bikini panties together. Connie panted, her hands clutching at his fingers. But the bow knot had already come loose, and she felt the silk drape loosely as Bryce peeled the purple nylon away from her slickened flesh.
"You smell like heaven," he smiled, touching a fingertip to the moist brown curls he'd exposed. Connie watched him touch the finger to his lips and under his nose. Then he licked the bright smear of her juice, and put his finger down for more.
"I don't want this to happen again," Connie choked out.
"It isn't happening again. Nothing ever happens twice. This time will be completely different. And even better!" He kissed her mouth before she could protest.
She felt so weak, so helpless with his hands touching her. When she looked down she saw the strings of her panties hanging off the edges of the stool. Her hot little cunt throbbed there in the reflected light, its pink insides bloomed out and dripping slick butter. Only then did Connie realize that the stool put her at exactly the right height for Bryce's cock. The foreskin-sheathed tip pointed directly at her cunny as Bryce moved forward a little.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh Bryce! Why... why are you doing this?"
"Because it's right!" He touched her legs, made her bend her knees up. Connie was trembling as he hooked her heels on the top rung of the stool. This position opened her young crevice even wider, and a dribble of juice slipped down her crack. Musky perfume filled the air around them. Bryce was breathing hard as he gazed at the velvety membranes of her vulva.
"Pull it back," he whispered, touching his foreskin lightly.
"No!"
Bryce didn't argue with her. He took her right hand and put it against his erection. Holding him with thumb and forefinger, Connie panted. Just feeling that thick, throbbing thing caused her heart to flutter, her mind to whirl. It was heavy; she could feel how heavy! It was hot and swollen on the end. Under the clinging foreskin, the glans pulsed steadily.
"Pull it back," Bryce said again, his brown eyes twinkling.
Connie looked up into his handsome face, at the thick tangle of his curly hair. His chest was broad and muscled, his arms strong. Then she looked down at his cock again. As if under some spell, she began to slide the white foreskin back. The dark blue tip glistened as she exposed it. It was thick--thicker even than she'd remembered.
"There," she half sobbed. "I did what you wanted." She started to unhook her heels from the top rung of the stool, but Bryce made her keep them there. He petted the insides of her thighs, dipped his finger into her juicy slit once again. Then he pressed his cock forward, his big hands sliding behind her ass so that she stayed at the very front edge of the stool.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, closing her eyes and opening them again. The heat of his tip squishing against her sensitive cuntflesh was almost too much to bear. And with her heels hooked so high on the stool, her hole was in the perfect position to take him.
Bryce knew this, of course. He eased his glans against the muscles of her opening. Connie groaned. Ripples of pleasure made her shoulders shake. Her nipples exploded outward, making bumps in the burgundy nylon. Bryce reached up to untie the lace between her breasts. Connie grabbed his wrist with both hands, but he opened the sheer material and peeled it back off of one small, plush tit.
"You know I can't do anything to stop you!
Ohhh damn you... damn... " Bryce kissed her mouth again, kissed her until she was weak and panting, her head against his shoulder.
"Put your fingers down here again," he whispered, directing her touch. She felt his cockhead, how it was pressed against the dripping hollow where her cunt opened up into her body. With a quick thrust of his ass, Bryce forced his glans forward. There was a sound of hot flesh parting around a rigid cocktip. Connie's eyes widened and her tongue pushed out beneath her teeth.
"Ghhuuuhh," she grunted, taking the shock of the movement, feeling that streamlined knob go into her. Panicky, she squeezed his shaft, circling her finger and thumb around it as if she could keep it out that way. But as she felt him, she realized that his glans was already clasped by her squeezing, slippery flesh. She tightened her muscles around him. Bryce moaned, covering her forehead and cheeks with hungry kisses.
He began to fuck her--fuck her with slow, teasing movements. Perched on the stool, Connie could only sag against him, her arms around his neck. The pleasure rolled through her in waves. It tingled up and down her like wonderful electricity. Her nipples glowed and itched to the rub of Bryce's chest hair. Her mouth was kissed again and again as he wedged more of his hard cock into her pussy.
To Connie, it seemed as tight as the first time. The friction of their flesh rubbing made her dizzy.
How could anything feel so good? Bryce held her waist, leaning his shoulders back as he fucked with gentle, in-and-out movements. Connie found herself looking down past the tangled hem of her nighty to the spot where her hungry little cunt devoured that lovely prick!
"Ohhhh, look! Look at it going in and out!" She drooled, her long lashes fluttering with excitement. Bryce had stabbed half of his cock into her hole. He was giving it to her inch by inch. And with every added inch she felt her flesh spreading!
"You love it, you crazy little nymph!"
Before Connie could shake her head no, Bryce pushed his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her as he fucked her, the sloppy sound of their lips melding with the sucking penetration of his cock in her cunt. Her white mound was all curved out around Bryce's shaft. He shoved in and out, going deeper, slowly deeper.
"Ohhhh Bryce!" she moaned, twisting her lips away from him. "Ohhhh, Bryce, how can we be doing this?"
Bryce didn't answer. He just eased another inch of cock into her cunthole as her juices spilled out onto the stool. Connie fanned her toes apart and gasped with pleasure. She could see that his balls were very close to her body now. It amazed her again that his enormous prick could go that far into her body! She wasn't a big girl, and her hips weren't overly wide. But her cunt, her hot little cunt was taking everything Bryce had to give her. And it felt like heaven!
He unhooked her heels from the stool and wrapped them behind his back. Connie clung there, her legs scissored tightly around Bryce's waist as he slipped both hands under her trim bottom and gently lifted her.
"Uhhh, uhhhhh god!" she babbled, her head flopping against his shoulder as he walked around the room, his cock and hands holding her to him. She began to squirm, now that she was off the stool. She couldn't keep still with that incredible cock shoved up into her belly like that! She had to move, had to wiggle. Her soft insides smeared their juicy surfaces against his tip and shaft. Bryce hugged her and fucked his hips up and down as he made his way around the kitchen. Even the rhythm of his walking added to the erotic sensation. Connie panted rapidly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
"How does it feel?"
"Lovely," she gasped, giving herself up to the moment. Like before, she'd be sorry about the whole thing later. But now she had her hot little pussy shoved full of cock, and it had to be the closest thing to heaven on the face of the earth.
"I'm crazy in love with you, Connie," Bryce whispered, his fingers fanning out under her bottom. He felt the place where she was penetrated, and gingerly caressed her stretched young flesh.
The touching made more of her juice drip. Connie put her hands to the place, touching Bryce's juice-damp balls. He let her lean back in his embrace so she could feel how deeply he was inside her.
"There's just about an inch left to go in me," she panted.
"Just squirm around a little bit, and I'll let you down on me."
"Ohhh, Bryce, I get scared sometimes... "
"And then it starts feeling good and you forget all about getting scared,"
"But... but I'm so young to be doing this!"
"Come on, start squirming!"
"Like... this?"
Connie worked her slim hips around in a slow circle. As her excitement increased, she felt her stretched tube sliding down over the rigid shape of Bryce's cock. Yes, she was skewering herself the last inch! She was going to take it all--every bit of it!
"Nhhuuuuhh!"
"Yeah baby... yeah!"
"Ohhh god Bryce! Ohhhh god!"
"There... feel me?"
"Yes... ohhh yes! yes!" .
"The only reason this is possible," he moaned, "is because you're tall for your age. You've got a lovely little cunt. Tight but deep... ohhh god is it ever deep!"
"Whhuuuhhh, ohhhhhh!" Connie squirmed faster, her juicy lips slurping around the base of Bryce's prick. He still supported her with his hands, but much of her weight was being held by that stiff shaft of cockmeat stabbed so deeply into her young pussy. Bryce kissed her, the hungry, slurpy kind of kiss that brought her nipples out again and made her belly heave against his. She was wriggling, pumping her hips, squeezing her cunt rhythmically around his cock.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, breathing even faster. "Ohhhh Bryce, I think I'm gonna... "
"Easy baby... we can't take a chance like this."
"Ohhh, Bryce! Ohhh, help! I can't stop moving!"
"No Connie, try to be still! I'm too close to hold on if you get crazy like this!"
"... can't help it! Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, Bryce!" Connie felt his finger digging into her bottom. She felt the rippling throes of her climax surging closer. Then the itchy tingle began, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder and squealed as her ass lurched and quivered. She was coming and it was so, so good!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie knew the danger, but it was as if a part of her mind was closed down. She just didn't care. All she could think of was how it felt to have her legs squeezed tightly around Bryce's waist. How wonderful it felt to feel his throbbing cock all the way in her! She bucked furiously, her gasps turning to hungry whines. She licked his face and nibbled at his lips. Bryce's expression told her that he was trying hard to hold on.
"Uhhh, honey!" she slowly, sexily sighed.
"Honey... Bryce!"
"Goddamn... " Bryce staggered around the kitchen, his fingertips gouging deeply into the quivering meat of her buttocks. She was dipping and pumping and plunging her ass, fucking herself gloriously on the hot cock he'd given her.
Once he bumped her against the wall. Holding her like that, he couldn't resist fucking up and down into her hole. But Connie could tell that this movement increased his excitement, and he bit his lip and growled in his throat.
"Ohh, ohhhhh fuck!" she babbled, starting to come now. The rippling pleasure knocked the breath from her lungs. She whipped backwards, almost making Bryce lose his balance. He pulled her back against him as her thighs tightened around his waist and her ass plunged furiously. "Ahhhh!" she sighed. "Ohhhhhh, god in heaven!" The thrills were so intense that she could only hang weakly onto Bryce's shoulders and pray he wouldn't let her fall.
"Ohhhh, baby," he breathed, enjoying her excitement and still trying to hold his back. "Ghhuuhhh! Huhhhh! Haaahhhhh!" Connie was out of her mind. She was insane with the delirious convulsions. Her insides were squeezing rhythmically, pulling at Bryce's big cock. He moaned and buried his mouth into her neck. Connie knew it was going to happen. She didn't care, either. That hot knob was jammed against her womb, and she could feel it swelling, its barb flaring out tightly against the walls of her cunt. Then the hot burst of cum. Bryce hugged her tighter as his balls exploded.
"Baby doll... ohhh damn! You're getting it all baby, every bit of it!"
"Nhhhaaahhhh," she babbled, humping, fucking, wiggling. The slick curds began to drip from the edges of her cunt. She heard them splatting on the linoleum floor. She felt a hot river sliding down the crack of her ass as her cunt sucked at the potent cream. How much of that stuff was going into her womb! she wondered. Yet still, she wasn't worried. Not yet, anyway.
"Connie... ohhh, Connie!" Bryce was kissing her shoulders and breasts where he'd peeled her nighty down. His big cock throbbed powerfully as it rippled with surging gism. The stuff fountained from his tip. The itchy goodness Connie felt melted into his, and she sighed, knowing he was experiencing the same paradise that had gone through her body.
"Uhhhh, ohhhh it's so wonderful!"
"Yeah... yeah . . -" Bryce put her back on the stool again when it was over. His cock was still throbbing inside her as he eased it slowly back. Connie watched the reddened shaft appear, saw the wrinkled collar of his foreskin and then the fat, cream-smeared glans. A droplet of white dangled from its tip, and a dribble of cum leaked out of her and puddled on the stool. Only then did Connie feel the fear. Gazing at the strange smelling stuff, she knew what it might do inside her body. Those little tadpoles were already swimming like crazy, trying to get to her egg--if she had one ready. It was all so vague. If only she knew whether she was in danger of becoming pregnant or not.
With the fear, Connie realized too that she'd let herself go just like that first time. She felt so weak in her wickedness. She still didn't see how this handsome, successful man could give a damn for some homeless girl, some juvenile delinquent. A tear trickled down her cheek, and Bryce saw her wipe at it.
"Hey, don't start this again." He was trying to mop up the cummy mess they'd leaked onto the floor. He got up and squeezed both her hands.
"I can't help it. I... " Bryce put a finger under her chin and turned her mouth up to his. She kissed him, straining into the caress like a starved child. She was just a child, she knew it. And she was at the mercy of this man. If he wanted to use her until he got tired of her young body and then toss her aside, there'd be nothing she could do about it. There was his wife to think about, too, and his son...
Connie turned away again. "Don't kiss me anymore. I've got to try and think."
"Thinking doesn't seem to work with you and me, does it?"
"No! It scares me, too." Connie touched her new nighty. "Like this gift I got today. Catherine bought it for me and put it on my bed. And what do I do? I come down here and we fuck while I'm wearing it."
"You were only wearing part of it," Bryce said, picking up the skimpy panties.
"Oh... " Connie blushed and sucked her lip under her teeth.
"I don't want you to avoid me from now on, do you hear?"
"I hear but I don't... "
"No buts. I think you like me as much as I like you."
"It makes me feel so naughty." Connie drew a long breath. "But I guess I do. I guess I proved that tonight."
"I've got to drive upstate day after tomorrow," Bryce started. Connie was already shaking her head. The reality of what had happened was seeping into her consciousness with every passing second. The fact that she was fooling around with a married man, that she could get into a lot of trouble and sent back to the Home for Wayward Girls--and more than anything, what if that hot cum was already starting a baby inside her? She gave a moan of despair.
"Connie... " Bryce tried to pull her into his arms. She twisted free and hurried out of the room and upstairs to her room. There she washed out her brand new baby doll nighty, took a bath, and hoped that Catherine wouldn't suspect that her foster child was screwing her husband.
"How did I get myself mixed up in this?" she sobbed, her face in her hands. But even through her misery, she could feel the pull again--the pull to be with Bryce. To let him touch her, kiss her, take her to paradise. "Oh god, he knows how to make me love it! Ohhh god, does he ever!"
* * *
When the time came for Bryce to make his trip upstate, Connie became scarce. Deep inside her she longed to be with him. She was ashamed of her feelings, of the lusty anticipation she seemed to feel most of the time, nowadays. But she couldn't just blatantly go off with him, knowing that he'd start kissing her, start undressing her. And then he'd be sliding that incredible cock into her slippery hole, and she'd be clinging to him and groaning with pleasure and...
Besides, she still wasn't sure whether any of his sperm had managed to start trouble in her tummy. She knew that if that happened, she'd really be in hot water. But there was nothing to do but wait it out. She counted her days, couldn't remember close enough to come up with any kind of formula, and finally gave up worrying--or tried to, anyhow.
There was only one way to know for sure. That first smear of blood in her panties would be the sign that she'd lucked out. Bryce seemed to forgive her for not going with him on his business trip. He tried to find ways to talk to her and she didn't hide, but there were usually other people around--like Catherine, or Bobby. And Connie didn't like the sly looks Bobby had been giving her.
On Sunday, while Bryce was doing extra work at his office, Catherine dressed up fit to kill and told Connie and Bobby that she had to go see a woman friend somewhere. Connie knew for sure she wasn't going to church. Even Bobby lifted one eyebrow as he watched his mother climb into her Mercedes and drive off. But Connie felt weird being alone with the son of her foster parents. He'd never stopped looking at her since that first time he'd put it into her ass. His eyes hinted at all sorts of nasty things he wanted to do. And now that they were alone, Bobby came over and flopped down beside Connie on the sofa.
"About time we were alone some, don't you think?" He pushed a hand through his curly hair--curly like his father's. He had Bryce's good looks too, but there was something impertinent in his eyes that put Connie on edge.
"What do you m-m-mean?"
"You know what I mean. And so does my father."
Connie blushed bright red. She knew that her embarrassment had already given her secret away--if it even was a secret anymore.
"And don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about." Bobby pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it with dramatic gestures.
"What... what's that?"
"It seems to be a little note. I saw my father slipping it under your door yesterday morning." Bobby gave an evil little laugh. "But I beat you to it." He tilted his head at her. "Want me to read it to you now?"
"Not particularly," Connie said. Her voice didn't sound as brave as she'd hoped it would. Bobby was still grinning his wicked little smile.
"I'll read it any how. It's pretty hot stuff." He cleared his throat. "My darling nymph, Connie," Bobby read. "All I think about is the next time I can hold your naked body to mine and kiss you until you're panting. How can I tell you how wonderful it felt with my cock all the way... " Bobby looked over the top of the note, meeting Connie's eyes. She dropped her lashes and chewed her lip.
"Please don't read anymore," she whispered.
"My mother would really flip out if she saw this," Bobby said, his eyes looking mean. "I didn't even get to the part about how he wanted to eat you some more, kiss your titties, rub the head of his cock all over your mouth."
Connie couldn't look up. She just rubbed a fingernail against her palm and chewed her lip and waited for him to finish. What could she say? That note had pinned her down like a butterfly on a piece of cardboard.
"Course I don't have to give this to my old lady," Bobby went on. He folded the note neatly and slid it back into his pocket. "If you cooperate, maybe we could work something out."
"Just give it to me," Connie begged, getting down on her knees before him.
"That's the position I like to see you in."
Connie couldn't believe that a kid so close to her age could be so evil. She watched him stand up and walk around her. He touched her hair, the side of her face.
"Yeah, I think we could work something out."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean. If you're playing all those games with my father, why not let me in on some of the fun."
"You already had your fun," she snapped, remembering that first awful time he'd sodomized her.
"Why don't we go up to my room," Bobby suggested, winding his fingers in her long hair and pulling it a little. Connie frowned with the pain. She got slowly to her feet. But Bobby wouldn't let go of her hair.
"I don't think I want to go to your room."
"Guess I'll have to show this note to my mother, then. She'll be plenty pissed off of course, even if she is getting a little strange stuff on the side herself."
Connie had been waiting to use that on Bobby, but since he already knew that Catherine was carrying on an affair, what good would it do her? Whatever happened, Connie would be sent back to the Home with a black mark against her.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Connie felt like a lamb being led to slaughter as she climbed the stairs and went into Bobby's room. He closed the door behind her, locked it, and was already unbuttoning his shirt when he turned.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"Maybe you can guess." He tossed his shirt aside and came over to where she stood trembling by the bed. "Start undressing." He caught her hand and squeezed it so hard it hurt. "But do it sexy... real sexy."
Feeling like a fool, Connie unbuttoned her cowboy shirt and let it slide back off her shoulders a little before taking it off. Her bare tits felt more naked than they ever had in her life.
Bobby's hungry eyes scanned her flat tummy and slender, youthful curves. She undid her belt and let her jeans drop down to her knees, stepping out as gracefully as she could. Despite her anger and fear, her cunt was already damp against her panty crotch. She was afraid that Bobby could smell her too.
"God, you are one hell of a piece of ass! I can't blame my dad for going after you."
"You talk like I'm experienced," she snapped. "I'm only fifteen. Your same age. Your father was the first man I ever... "
"Like hell!" Bobby laughed.
"You should know! You had me naked on the bed... "
"You wouldn't let me close enough to that sacred little hole of yours for me to find out anything," Bobby snapped back. He was staring at how her panty crotch clung to her plump cunt. He had a hungry look on his face that frightened Connie. She pushed her long hair back over her shoulders and tried to calm herself.
Bobby opened a drawer and pulled something out, something she didn't like the look of. He held it up and turned something at the base of it. A low hum filled the room. Connie stared at the strangely shaped device. It was like a long, pink bullet, the soft rubber dotted with little bumps.
"Just lie down on my bed and start playing with this."
Blushing, Connie made her thin hands into fists. "You must think I don't have any kind of pride at all!"
"You might as well forget it for now," he told her. "Unless you want Catherine to see this note my father wrote to you." He patted his pants pocket meaningfully. Then he held out the pink rubber vibrator. Connie took it, the thing quivering erotically against her palm.
She got onto the bed and lay down. Bobby was taking off his jeans, watching her. He peeled off his skivvies and sat at the foot of the bed so he could get a good view of what she did.
"Go on, what you waiting for?"
At first, Connie just touched the rounded tip of the thing to her panties. The trembling vibrations went through her immediately, and she felt her juices flooding out, drenching her nylon crotch-band. None of this was lost on Bobby. He grabbed his cock and began to jack it slowly, steadily. Connie could hear the flop, flop, flop, and his panting breath. She pressed the vibrator against her nylon-sheathed slit once again, and a small groan of passion escaped her lips. That thing was far out!
"Take off those damned panties," Bobby grunted.
"I . . I don't want... " Bobby reached out and jerked his hand down the front of her belly. His fingers caught the elastic around her waist and tore the skimpy underwear down the front, the crotchband tearing free of her hot mound. This sudden exposure made a shiver of excitement go through Connie's loins. She glared angrily at Bobby, but she knew she had to do whatever he wanted. She pressed the humming tip of the vibrator against her mound and pushed gently. The plump lips opened with a snick, and the vibrator sank into her juicy, velvety heat.
"Uhhhhhh," she gasped, arching her back upwards from the bed, her ass cheeks dimpling as she tightened them.
The shivering pleasure was intense. It spread in waves through her delicate flesh, bringing more juice leaking down the vibrator. She touched the buzzing thing to her clit then, and another hot jolt sent her into a trembling fit. Now she humped her back down into the mattress and squirmed her hips around slowly as she explored her vulva with that strange device. Bobby went on beating himself, enjoying what he saw.
"Feel good, huh?"
"Uhhhh, uhheesss! Feels g-g-good!"
"Put it inside you, why don't you?"
"Nhhhooo!"
Bobby grabbed her wrist and forced her to slide the tip up to where her muscles pinched tight, guarding her young cunthole.
The thing was sliding into her, pushing her muscles apart. She could feel the small rubber bumps as her flesh clasped around the invading, vibrating device. When it was so deep that only her thumb and forefinger held the base of it, Bobby let go.
"Nhhhuuhhh," Connie whimpered, her head flopping from side to side.
Connie eased the thing back out of her, the rubber bumps exciting the walls of her pussy even more than when it was going in. She couldn't keep her hips from moving a little, rocking, jerking.
"Wow, it's all slick now!" Bobby sighed, still jerking his cock. "Put it in again."
"Ohhhhh god, this is awful." Connie felt herself being caught up in the erotic glow of what Bobby was forcing her to do. That was what was so awful. She couldn't help but get excited, even though she was here against her will. She was panting now, trying to hide it from Bobby.
"Haven't I done enough?"
"Hell no. Put it in you again."
Connie did, her fingers trembling as much as the vibrator. The rubber bumps gouged slicky past her circle of muscles as the thing penetrated deeper, deeper. She thought of Bryce and his big, fat prick. She thought of him pumping it in and out of her until the cream boiled out of the tip and into her womb. She groaned, shoving the last inch of the vibrator into her tight pussy as her ass came up from the bed. She held her cheeks clear of the mattress, twitching and jerking as the thrills spread out from her hole. She dug her heels deeper into the bed. And over the muted hum of the vibrator she could hear Bobby slapping his cock up and down.
"You sexy bitch," he mumbled, grabbing her thigh roughly. Then a crazy look came over him. He stopped beating his meat and went to his dresser to search through a drawer.
He came back with an elastic bandage that he quickly unrolled and tied around that part of the vibrator that was sticking out of Connie's plump cuntlips. She tossed and moaned as he got the knots tight. Then he was making her get off the bed, get onto her knees on the rug. She looked up weakly at him.
"What... are you... doing to me?"
Bobby only laughed in reply. He brought one length of the elastic bandage up between the cheeks of her ass, pulled her hands behind her and bound her wrists with the loose end. He pulled the other end up the front of her body and wrapped it twice around the fingers of his right hand.
"Now you can do for me what you did for my dad."
"You... you pervert," she whimpered, looking at his cock. It was all red from being jacked, and the tip was a dark purple. As she knelt there, her mouth even with his crotch, Bobby let the elastic bandage go slack, and the vibrator eased halfway out of her cunthole. The change in the vibration made her moan with lust. Bobby tightened the hand, pulling the vibrator into her again. When she tried to jerk her hands free, this made the phallus go deeper too, ravishing her womb with sudden, erotic tingles.
"Ohhhhh god!"
"I thought you'd like it... "
"I don't like it... ohhh, ohhhhh!"
Bobby was letting the vibrator slide out of her and then pulling the elastic bandage so the thing would penetrate her to the hilt again. He did this steadily, her juices flowing out to soak the shaft of the pink rubber thing and soak the elastic bandage that was tied around the base.
"Okay, baby," Bobby said, holding his cock with his free hand, rubbing it against her closed lips. "Suck it."
"Uhhhh," she gasped, her lips falling apart. Bobby touched his glans against her bottom lip and waited. She knew she was caught. She knew there was no way she could escape this weird boy. She didn't want to go back to that Home, either.
"Will you give me that note if I... "
"We'll talk about that later," Bobby said, muffling her words as he thrust his glans in between her lips. "Come... do it... do it!"
Connie opened her jaws and Bobby's cocktip slid across her tongue. She began to lick it, hoping he wouldn't push it to the back of her throat. He slipped one hand behind her head, holding the elastic band with the other one. He pulled the vibrator up and down. It fucked her, humming louder when he let it slide out, then becoming muted as her hot, slick flesh surrounded it and tightened down on the soft rubber shape.
"Whhhuuhhh," she gasped, excited more than she wanted to be. The shape of Bobby's prick, the way it slid across her tongue, was making her head swim. She petted the lobes under his tip, using the flat of her tongue, then pointing it and digging between the lumps. Bobby trembled and his belly went tight.
"Yeah baby... you know how good!"
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, slurping noisily, her lips tightening around his veined shaft. The vibrator went deep inside her again, and her hips lurched forward and back. The tingling around her clit spread thrills up and down her body. She tightened her ass cheeks and plunged again, doing a side-to-side dance and then making slow, bumping circles. Her cunt was all pooched out in front from the hot blood that swelled her dainty tissues.
"Nhhhhuuhh," she gasped around the tumid cock that filled her mouth.
Bobby pumped his hips, his cock sliding in and out, in and out. Connie's spit leaked down her chin as that thing penetrated her a little deeper each time, slurping back along her hot tongue until the barbed tip was squeezed in the firm purse of her lips. It felt so strange! Connie tried not to enjoy it, but there was something about the spongy texture of a male cock that was excruciatingly thrilling! She began to let her tongue do wilder things. She fluttered the underside of his prick, listening to the way it made him groan. And all the time, Bobby was tightening and loosening his hold, sliding the vibrator in and out of her dripping pussy.
"Goddamn, Connie... it's getting good! Real good!"
"Mmmuuhhhh," Connie moaned, her nostrils flaring with excitement. Saliva dripped from both corners of her mouth now, dripped onto her bare breasts. Bobby's balls were warm, flopping against her chin. They made a quiver of excitement burn through her, every time they hit. Her tummy bucked a little, but then Bobby fucked her throat, and she wasn't gagging, she wasn't choking! She was just sucking him furiously, her tongue dancing along the hard shaft and petting the spongy tip when he pulled it back a little.
Inside her cunt, that vibrator hummed its pleasure through her body. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her hips see-sawed and worked up and down. Her ass trembled as she tightened and relaxed it. She felt her pleasure surging fast now, and knew she was going to come. But Bobby was acting funny too. His cock was getting so taut with trapped blood, it thumped the roof of her mouth, the knobbed tip pulsing like a bomb about to explode.
"Yuuhhhh," she sighed through her nose, still sucking like he wanted her to do.
"Now!" he gasped, grabbing her head again with his free hand. He jerked the vibrator up into her as far as it would go.
Thrilling tickles spread over her tits, over her turgid nipples. Connie pulled her tummy in and curled her tongue around Bobby's glans. It felt like a plum--a hot, ripe plum. Trembling with the tension of his approaching climax, Bobby eased his cocktip back between her teeth. Connie was moaning with lust, half out of her mind. She closed down on the tender knob of cockflesh, letting her teeth sink in. The ripe plum exploded!
Hot cum spattered across her tongue, dripping off the edges in sticky strings. More spurts reached the roof of her mouth, clinging there like creamy paste. Then the jets were reaching her throat. Bobby grunted with the ecstasy of it all and rammed his cock in to the hilt.
"Mhhhuuhhhh," Connie groaned, feeling his balls against her chin again. A river of white leaked from one nostril as she struggled to wolf his steamy curds down.
Choking a little, Connie coughed and some more of Bobby's gism spewed from the corner of her mouth. His cock slid in and out, in and out, the tube along the bottom surging as the cum was pumped out of his body and into Connie's mouth.
The vibrator was bringing her to a quivering state of pleasure! Bobby had jerked the band tight when he grabbed her head with both hands. Connie was struggling too, trying to get her wrists free. The humming thing dug against her womb,: the base of it sending itchy pleasure across her mound and up her belly.
"Mmmmmm... ohhhhhmmm!" she groaned, pumping her trim hips faster. The cum was so sticky! It tasted so strange!
"Suck it all down," Bobby panted, his hips lunging, his fingers digging in her hair. "Suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!"
"Uhhmmnnnn!" Connie kept sucking. She sucked until the boy gasped and his prick popped free of her cream-glossed lips. She felt the hot stuff leaking down her chin, neck and breasts--even down her belly. But inside her, the vibrator was still going, and as she slumped to the rug, her clit bulged outwards, as if reaching for the humming base of that thing.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh god! Ohhhh FUCK!"
Writhing on the floor, Connie's hips worked faster. Her legs got rigid as she felt the tension build. Her cummy tits felt like they needed to be sucked, but she knew Bobby wouldn't suck them. He was lying half off the bed, his prick drooping to one side with a droplet of cream dangling from the tip.
"Help... ohhh help!" Tugging on the elastic band that was tied around her wrists, Connie squirmed and kicked across the carpet. Her ass lunged and danced as if trying to escape from that vibrating phallus that was pulled so deeply into her tight little hole. But she couldn't escape from it. She wasn't going to escape until that thing pushed her over the line between sanity and total madness!
"God... help... fuck!"
She kicked a chair, then a table. She was on her back, pumping her pubes against the rug. Then she was on her back again, heels flailing in the air, tits rising and falling. Bobby was watching her as he lay on his side on the bed, his cock still red from the sucking she'd given it.
Somehow, Connie got her thighs around one corner of the bed. Straddling the post, she pressed the vibrator as deep as it would go into her dripping, convulsing pussy. Hot ripples of ecstasy rolled through her as she plunged her hips up and down. Her clit was a hot bead of delight, and she rubbed it against the bedpost too, groaning and screaming as Bobby watched. Her hands were still bound behind her, and it seemed as if the tension of being tied only added to her excitement. The fluttery thrills took her, ravished her. Her cunt swelled tight, the muscles inside her hole squeezing the pink rubber surface of the phallus. She could feel it humming as her cunt milked at the shape, sucked at the thing as if something might spurt out.
"Ahhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh, yessss!" She gave one final spasm and fanned her toes apart as the lovely sensation wracked her body. Then Connie went limp, her muscles twitching, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. As the vibrator hummed on, she moved her hips gingerly, rubbing her mound against the bedpost.
Connie didn't know how long she lay there. She felt someone nudging her--Bobby. He was standing beside her, waking her up with his foot. She blinked and tried to focus. Then she realized that her hands had been freed.
"You like this thing, do you?" he grinned, holding one end of the elastic bandage. From the elastic, the pink vibrator dangled and swung. It was still glistening with her body's juices.
"How long have I...?" She got to her knees. Her head spun, and she had to take a few deep breaths before she tried to stand.
"Not long. I guess it was all a little too much for you. Do you pass out like that when you fuck my dad?"
Connie glared at the boy. "You can give me that note now. It was meant for me in the first place."
"Not so fast. If I give you this note, our fun and games will be over. And I kind of enjoyed this." He glanced down at his cock. It was partially limp now, but the head was still pretty swollen. Connie swallowed, tasting the cum she'd half-choked on.
"I did what you wanted. Now give me... "
"No deal. I want to make sure I can get more of this."
"You ruined my panties," Connie blurted, wishing she could hit the arrogant young snot. She picked up her clothes and dressed quickly as he watched. If he weren't a boy, weren't stronger than she was, she would have hit him. Instead, she finished dressing and started out of the room. Bobby called to her and she turned at the door.
"Here. You enjoyed this so much, you can have it." He tossed the vibrator end over end and Connie caught it: She was going to throw it back, but something made her shove it into the pocket Of her jeans. She hurried down the hall to her room, opened a drawer, and hid the device under a pile of panties. She felt a little ashamed for having the very thing Bobby had used to shame her into submission. But she had it. And even now she knew she'd use it again--on herself.
* * *
That evening at the supper table, Bryce made sure she sat by him. Connie was still upset over what had happened that day in Bobby's room. But that didn't keep her heart from pounding when Bryce reached under the tablecloth and petted her thigh. She tried to keep her composure, but her foster father had slipped under her skirt and was inching his way towards her mound.
"Connie is going with me tomorrow," he announced, "while I run up to Carlton to see about some property."
"What is it, dear?" Catherine asked. "That old house you were telling me about?"
"Yes. If it seems like a good investment, I'll take you up to see it later."
Bobby gave Connie a look that made her blush. She picked at her food, trying hard not to think about what Bryce's fingers were doing. They were petting her mound, gently rubbing the damp nylon that clung so tightly to the plumpness.
"Since Connie hasn't even been out of town since she came to live with us, I thought she might need a little vacation."
"If you'd rather take Catherine," Connie said quickly, "that'd be okay with me."
"No dear," put in Catherine. "You go and have a good time." She took a sip of wine and put her glass down gingerly. "I've got something to do in town anyway."
Connie saw Bobby grin again. She had the feeling that he might ask her to do something weird any time now. She felt trapped--like the animals she'd seen in a zoo once when she was young.
Everybody was pulling on her. But Bryce's fingers did feel so good! She sagged in her chair, hoping that Catherine hadn't noticed her flushed cheeks. She felt feverish and tingly all over. Under the table, Bryce eased a finger under the edge of her panty crotch.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, leaning forward on her elbows.
"Anything wrong dear?" Catherine asked. "No... nothing at all. I just remembered something I forgot to do."
"You do look a little flushed... "
"I'm fine. Really!"
Bryce's finger edged along her velvety slit, sliding over her clit and then back again. It felt so wonderful! As nervous as Connie was about someone finding out what he was doing, she really didn't want him to stop. His finger had found her tight, wet hole, and he was pushing up into it. Biting her lip, Connie tried to keep her composure. She put a forkful of food in her mouth and chewed, hardly tasting anything. Bryce moved his finger gently deeper. Her soft insides squeezed longingly down on him. Trembling, she put her hand under the table.
It surprised Connie when Bryce grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over to his lap. But it surprised her even more when she found that his cock was out of his pants, sticking up hot and hard and huge.
While Catherine went on chatting about something she intended to buy for the house, while Bobby tried to sneak another glass of wine from the decanter, Bryce dipped a pat of butter off his plate and pushed it into Connie's palm. The heat of her hand and the heat of Bryce's cock began to melt the stuff, and she smeared it up and down his shaft. Bryce had put a napkin around the base of his cock to catch the melting mess. Connie moved her thin, warm fingers up and down, up and down his throbbing prick. It surprised her to find how titillating it was to touch him--especially under the supper table!
"Would you like some more dessert?" Catherine said, her eyes seemingly innocent of any suspicion as she passed the dish towards Connie. Connie couldn't very well bring her buttery hand up from under the table, so she took the dish with the other one and passed it on to Bobby. Nobody had any idea of what was going on just a few inches away. This excited her more than ever. She squeezed her foster father's cocktip and watched him try to keep his face straight. She smeared the melting butter over his exposed glans, pulling his foreskin back so she could get to all the bumps and hollows.
He was so rigid! He was excited by this little adventure, too! Using all the talent she had, Connie teased him with her soft fingertips, squeezed and jacked him with excited upward jerks. The butter made it all very slippery.
What was it about this man that made her want to please him? Connie realized how naughty her behavior was. She was supposed to think of Bryce as a father figure. And here she couldn't keep her hands off him. Even when she didn't want to engage in anything wicked, all it took was a look from him. And now, with her buttery fingers sliding so sexily up and down his throbbing prick, it felt right. It felt so right it scared her!
"Uhhmm," Bryce moaned, making it sound like he was clearing his throat. Connie could feel how big his glans had gotten. She let her fingertip pet the feverish, taut-skinned knob. She rubbed the butter around slowly, feeling his whole shaft jerking with tension. Then she made a tight circle again, and pumped up and down as fast as she could. The slide and suck of the butter between her fingers and Bryce's cock was about the sexiest thing she could imagine at the moment. Then her mind was wandering, and she imagined his mouth against her dripping, young cunt.
"You'll be overnight if you're going to Carlton," Catherine put in. "It would be silly to try and make it up there and back all in one day." Connie had the distinct feeling that Catherine would be glad for both of them to be out of town for the night. Since Bobby was going to spend the night with a friend of his, Catherine would have the house to herself--not that she'd be spending the time alone. Connie knew better.
'Yes, I suppose... uh... you're right," Bryce replied. Instead of being freaked out by this little scene, Connie was beginning to enjoy it. She pumped her hand slowly, letting the soft pads on her fingers glide over the hot shape of her lover's cock. He closed his eyes and tried to take a drink of water without spilling any. Connie circled her thumb and finger around the flared part of his glans and slowly squeezed, squeezed, squeezed. She squeezed in a rhythmic, teasing way, feeling the blood pumping back to fill the shape again each time.
Catherine had poured herself some Cognac to go with her coffee. "Then the Richardson's will insist on you spending the night with them. I'll call Helen and tell them you're coming and that you're bringing Connie."
"No," Bryce protested, "that's okay, I... "
"Now dear, you know Helen and Bill wouldn't let you spend the night at some motel if they knew you were in town. Don't be silly... " Bryce's cock was really throbbing now. Connie squeezed just behind the glans, letting the tip of her forefinger rub the tender place between his two plump lobes. That seemed like the most sensitive spot of all. It surprised her to find herself wanting to put her tongue there. The butter dripped and smeared as she pumped him with excruciatingly slow movements of her hand. She knew he was very, very close.
"Well... I guess you're... uhhh... right."
"Darling," Catherine said, lifting her cognac, "you do look flushed. Didn't the meal agree with you?"
"It was wonderful," Bryce put in quickly. He lifted his coffee as if toasting her. Under the tablecloth, Connie could feel his whole shaft trembling. It was so hard! A rippling pulse was running up from the base of his cock, running upwards towards the tip. It was that little cumtube that was surging! She let her hand slide all the way down to his balls and brought it gingerly to his glans again. His cock jerked harder than before. The head was swelling with each surge.
"Helen and Bill have a daughter close to your age, Connie," Catherine rambled on. "Is she fifteen or sixteen, Bryce?"
"Seventeen I think," Bryce grunted, barely able to conceal his overheated state. Though it was a little frightening to be playing things so close to the line, Connie found herself enjoying the game. She had power over this big handsome man. She had his cock in her hand and could make it do whatever she wanted. With a smile that curled at one corner of her pretty mouth, she decided it was time.
Catherine smiled at Bobby. "Didn't you have a little romance one summer with Cissy?"
Cissy, Connie assumed, was the daughter of the people whom they'd just been discussing. Bobby's blush amused her. She liked to see that little bastard on the spot. Her fingers thumped slickly against the swollen ridge of Bryce's cockhead as she brought them up again and again and again. He was making fists against the edge of the table. He lifted his coffee cup to his lips again but she knew he didn't dare try to swallow anything now.
At that moment the telephone rang.
"Excuse me," Catherine said, rising elegantly from her chair. Bobby tossed his napkin down and bounded out of the dining room and up the stairs. Suddenly, Bryce and Connie were alone. They could hear Catherine chatting on the telephone in the front hall. Bryce gave Connie a longing look.
"Sweet nymph, I'm just about to go crazy... couldn't you... wouldn't you... " The emotion was as powerful as any she'd ever felt. Connie had been touching his hot, slippery prick, thinking of how it would feel in her mouth. It didn't take her a second to slip from her chair, slide under the table and grab the tumid thing with both hands.
With a sloppy, sexy movement of her lips, she covered the purple knob. The butter tasted good. She slurped her tongue wildly against the underside of his tip, pulling at him, urging him to do what had to be done.
"Jesssshhhuus... " Bryce murmured, banging a hand against the tabletop. A glass was knocked over. Bryce's legs trembled. Connie bobbed her head fast, letting her lips form a tight O around the spongy-firm shape. Now she could feel the surges coming faster. Then the cumtube bulged as a glop of hot cum was forced out of the steamy secrets of Bryce's strong body.
"Mmmhhuuhggggg," she gasped as the river of cream boiled onto her tongue.
"Ohhh baby... ohhhh yeah, suck it slow now! Suck it slow!"
She let her tongue do things it had never done before. She slicked it back and forth over his tender cocktip, feeling each hot jet of cum, wolfing it down eagerly. She had grown to love the stuff! They could still hear Catherine chatting on the phone, totally oblivious to the carnal scene that was taking place under her dinner table.
"Uhhhh, honey," Bryce groaned, petting the sides of her head. Connie licked up all the spilled butter, sniffled to suck the dripping cum from her nostrils as it surged and formed white bubbles there.
Somehow she'd gotten hold of Bryce's balls. She held one in each small hand, held them like they were some delicate, magical orbs she'd found. She squeezed first one and then the other, her mouth sliding noisily up and down his cockshaft all the while.
"Nhhhuuhh," Bryce sighed, panting as another convulsion in his groin sent spattering gism to the back of Connie's throat. She let his glans slide between her tonsils. She was driving the poor guy crazy and again she felt the power! It was a new emotion, one she especially liked.
When nothing more was dribbling from the tiny orifice, Connie gave Bryce a quick tongue bath and blotted his cock with the napkin. Then she slipped back onto her chair and let out a long, excited breath. Her pussy was about to explode, but Bryce surely knew that, didn't he?
"Bryce darling," she cooed, giving him her sexiest, lash-fluttering look, "you'll never send me back to that awful Home, will you?"
"Are you kidding? I've already put in adoption papers. I know some important people in this State, so I don't think there'll be any hangups."
"You mean... you're going to adopt me?"
He kissed her cummy lips. Catherine was still blabbing on the phone. Connie hoped she'd blab forever. She tongued her foster father's mouth and pressed her small tits against his arm as she leaned towards him.
"There's something important I've got to tell you, though," she whispered, looking at the doorway as if expecting Bobby to suddenly appear, a malicious look on his face.
Before she could get it out, Catherine hung up the phone and came back into the dining room. Connie just knew she was blushing, just knew that Catherine was going to guess what had been going on. Nervously, she wiped a hand across her lips as if to get rid of any evidence. But Catherine seemed ignorant of anything naughty that might have taken place.
"Speak of the devil," she said merrily, clapping her hands. "That was Helen on the phone and I told her we'd been talking about them and told her you and Connie would be spending the night tomorrow evening." Catherine's eyes seemed sly now, but Connie wondered if it was her imagination working overtime. "Cissy has a spare bed in her room, and she's looking forward to meeting you, Connie darling."
* * *
It was the following day before Connie had a chance to tell Bryce what had been bothering her. They had just left the city limits of Kingston behind and Bryce had dialed some music on the radio.
"It's that note you sent me," she started. "It... "
"You like it?"
"I would have liked it. But your son got it first."
"What?"
Connie told her foster father the details. She told him, too, of Bobby's schemes for her, and how he'd made her submit to some of his little games, threatening to expose her if she squawked. When she was through, Bryce didn't say anything for a moment or two.
"Well, it seems as if my son isn't as innocent as I thought he was. But you don't have to worry about him."
"I... I don't?"
"All I have to do is threaten him with military school and he'll turn into the nicest kid you'll ever want to meet." Bryce laughed. "Right before your eyes."
"He... he won't bother me anymore?" Connie hadn't told Bryce all the details, but she knew he'd guessed plenty.
"I can guarantee it."
"That makes me feel so much better!" she sighed, scooting over against him.
She was only a little shy about showing her affection now. It seemed that the difference in their age didn't matter nearly so much as she'd first imagined. Connie wondered if Bryce had begun to suspect that his wife was having an affair, but quickly decided she didn't want to talk about Catherine or even think about her. She was thinking instead about how nice it was going to be to feel secure and safe. Bryce was going to be her father! At least on paper. What they really were to each other was too exciting to put into words!
"Why don't you take off some of your clothes," Bryce grinned. "I never get enough of seeing that fifteen-year-old body of yours."
"Take them off here?"
"Sure, we're on the interstate now. Nobody'll know."
A few weeks before, Connie would have been terribly embarrassed by such a proposal. Now she just giggled and started unbuttoning her blouse. She wriggled out of her dress next, and when Bryce nodded, skinned her panties off, too. Then she snuggled against him once again, her brown pubic curls glistening where her slit was seeping juice. She knew he could smell her.
"You beautiful little angel," Bryce murmured, stroking her bare thigh, cupping her plush, warm cunny. Connie trembled and rubbed a breast against his arm.
"You like to fuck me, don't you?"
"Oh, god... "
"You like to feel your cock sliding into my body?"
"If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna have to pull over at a rest stop and... "
"It must be hot for a man," Connie went on, teasing him with sultry looks, "to push a girl's cuntlips apart and then force her muscles to open up. It must be really hot." She ran her tonguetip back and forth across her upper lip. "Hot and slick!"
"Connie, for god's sake, do you know what that does to me?"
She patted the lump in his pants affectionately. "I've got a good idea."
"But my wife has gone and gotten us obligated to the Richardson's," he said, frowning. "How am I going to spread those sweet, willowy legs of yours if you're sleeping with Cissy?"
"I don't know Bryce, but it'll be just as hard on me as it will on you." She shuddered and pumped her hot mound against his fingers. Bryce curled one up into her, and there was a sound of slick, hot flesh opening. Connie whimpered and her hips danced on the seat as she dug her fingers into Bryce's arm.
"Like that, don't you?"
"Uhhh... like it... like it a lot!"
"Deeper... "
"Ohhh, yesss Bryce, yesssssss!"
"God you're the wettest female I've ever had my finger in!"
"Don't ever put your finger in anybody else," she groaned, her slim hips plunging wildly now. "Ohhhh, Bryce... ohhhhh make me come! Please make me come!"
Bryce made her lie down on the seat with her ass in his lap. Her musky perfume rose to his nose as he played with the dainty folds of her young cunt. She panted and writhed on the seat, shuddering with excitement, loving the stiff probing of his fingers in her hole. It wasn't as good as fucking, but it was very nice--especially since they were being so naughty by doing it on the interstate!
Connie was aware of the wind whistling past them as she grew hotter. The big car sped effortlessly down the, highway while Bryce moved his fingers along her swollen, glistening slit. Her juices dripped freely, and she felt her insides squeezing and loosening around her lover's knuckles. Then that itchy, maddening pleasure was surging up her body. She fucked her hips in a frenzy of pleasure, her small fists pounding against the seat.
"Ohhhhh, Bryce. I'm gonna come for sure! Ohhhh it's gonna kill me... it's too good! So-oh-oh-oh good!"
* * *
Bryce took care of the business in Carlton first, then took Connie to a restaurant for something to eat. They had a bottle of wine, and by the time they came out of the fancy place, Connie was feeling wonderful. Why shouldn't she? Her new daddy was going to support and protect her for the rest of her life, wasn't he? And she didn't have to worry about dating some jerk and hoping he would go for her. She didn't need anyone with Bryce around.
"Do you think the people in the restaurant knew I was squirming around on your fingers just an hour or two ago?" she asked, voice husky with remembered passion.
"Nope. You look very innocent, Connie. You look like a lovely little fifteen-year-old. Nothing more, nothing less. You even walk like you're still a virgin.
"How does a virgin walk?" she frowned, pinching him for teasing her.
"Like you do." He patted her firm rump, and when someone behind them cleared his throat, Connie turned, her face red. It was an elderly man who'd sat close to them in the restaurant. His look of surprise amused her as well as embarrassed her --especially when Bryce patted her bottom again, patted it in a way that was obviously more erotic than a fatherly caress.
At the Richardsons', Connie was introduced to Cissy, and the girl took her up to her room while Bryce chatted with Helen and Bill. They seemed like average, middle-class folks--Bill with a comfortable paunch, Helen with a bit of grey showing in her hair. But Cissy wasn't just the average girl next door. Connie knew that the moment they were alone together in the girl's bedroom.
"You're lucky," Cissy said, lifting one eyebrow.
"How do you mean?"
"Getting to ride around with Bryce. Isn't he the most luscious man you've ever seen?" Cissy tossed her mane of red hair. She had sparkling blue eyes and her short nose was peppered with freckles. She was slightly taller than Connie, but with more curves. She had bigger tits too. Much bigger! In fact, Connie couldn't take her eyes off the perfect swells bouncing on the girl's chest. Her nipples showed through the thin top she wore, and when she sat down and crossed her legs, Connie saw her mature thighs. She was a beauty, there wasn't any doubt of it.
"Bryce is planning to adopt me," she explained, telling Cissy how she'd come from the Home for Wayward Girls and all.
"I wish he'd adopt me," Cissy breathed, licking her lips in a carnal kind of way. "I've had the hots for him since I was eleven-years-old."
"You h-h-have?"
"Yeah." Cissy was remembering now. Her blue eyes danced. "And when I was thirteen... " She hesitated. "No, I'd better not tell you."
"Do! Please do!" Connie found herself excited by this curvaceous, big-breasted girl. At seventeen she seemed so much more sophisticated, so much more worldly. And though Connie felt a pang of jealousy over Cissy's lust for Bryce, her curiosity had gotten the better hand.
"You really want me to tell you?" Cissy asked. Connie nodded hard. "Okay, here goes. But you've got to promise not to ever say... "
"I promise--cross my heart, hope to die."
"My parents were gone, see," Cissy started. "I was just thirteen, like I said, and I'd been out back in the pool." Cissy waved her hand in a casual way. "We have this really neat swimming pool, see."
"And Bryce was swimming with you?"
"Not exactly. He was taking a sun bath and I told him I'd rub oil on his back and he said sure. So I did. I rubbed his back with it and just touching him was getting me awful hot."
Connie swallowed. She could easily understand it. She got hot when she touched Bryce, too. "So what happened?"
"Well, I knew a lot about boys. Even at thirteen." Cissy tossed her red hair for emphasis. "My cousin had already made love to me in the back of his car. Yes it's true, Connie. Everybody has always thought of me as precocious. Anyway, I knew all about those hard, hot things that grew out of a boy's crotch. So when I got Bryce to roll over on his back and climbed up to straddle his body so I could oil his chest, I made certain to nestle my hot little cunt right down against the lump in his swimming trunks!" "Wow!"
"I had on my bikini, of course." She grinned. "And I must say I was filling it out pretty nicely, even then."
"What h-h-happened next?" Connie was tingling all over, just hearing this erotic tale.
"I think Bryce kind of guessed what I was doing. Not that he let on. I started to oil his chest, wiggling all the time, pressing the crotchband of my bikini down against the lump in his shorts."
"Oh god, I'm getting excited just listening to all this."
"I don't know how it happened. I was fooling around, feeling terribly wicked. I kind of pulled down the front of his trunks." Cissy ran a hand over her hair. "Pretending of course that I was going to oil his tummy so he wouldn't get burned where his suit fit."
"Far out!"
"Well, I didn't know he had such a big one!" Cissy bit her lip. "But there it was, the head of his cock! It was just the head of it sticking out from under the waist of his swimming trunks. And the foreskin was pulled back and it was all wet!" Cissy hugged her big breasts, excited at the memories. , "Bryce kept his eyes closed like he wasn't aware of all this. Ha! So, since he was cooperating so nicely, I just jerked the crotch of my bikini to one side and nestled my cuntlips down against that hot, blue knob."
"Cissy, this is the sexiest story... "
"That's just about all there is to tell. I don't think it took me three minutes to come. I just couldn't stop squirming, pushing my hot clit down against his glans. We weren't fucking or anything, just rubbing. But what lovely rubbing it was!"
"Did... did Bryce...?"
"Oh yeah," Cissy said, her laughter throaty and full. "Did he ever! I had just finished and was still wiggling around on him and he kind of made a funny sound in his throat and his belly got real hard and then I looked down and saw all that white stuff shooting across his chest and getting tangled in my cunthair and everything!" Cissy sighed. "It almost made me come again. But since I was afraid of getting pregnant, I dove in the pool and swam around. I didn't want Bryce to see my face, either. I was really flipped out over the whole thing."
"And afterwards?"
"We acted as if nothing had happened. I mean how could we even say anything about it? I was thirteen, remember! It would have been an incredible scandal. I really sweated it for the next few weeks. Even though he hadn't stuck it in me, that cum was all over my cunt and you know how those little tadpoles can swim!"
"That sure is a sexy story," Connie sighed, petting her mound. Cissy saw what she was doing and grinned.
"Now, why don't you tell me your story."
"My story?"
"Sure. Hasn't Bryce done anything to you? You're a nice-looking girl, even if your tits aren't very big. I'll bet Bryce... "
"Nothing!" Connie blushed violently, positive that Cissy had read her mind, had guessed everything. "He's never even touched me."
"Hmmmm, too bad. I'll bet he's a wonderful fuck. Just to think of that big prick of his slipping inside... "
"Cissy, if you don't mind I think I'll go downstairs again."
"Without even finishing what you started?"
Cissy grinned, nodding her head towards Connie's cunt. Connie wiped her fingers on the hem of her skirt and got shakily to her feet. She felt the girl's eyes on her as she hurried out of the room and padded downstairs to join Bryce.
* * *
The evening was pure torture. Connie was so hot she couldn't sit still, but she didn't dare touch Bryce or even try. All she could see was that big cock of his, throbbing in her fingers, throbbing in her cunt, throbbing in her mouth. She could see it jetting white cum, and could feel the stuff going down her throat.
Cissy was behaving strangely, too. She kept giving Bryce the sexiest looks, making sure her parents were out of the room when she did. Bryce was having a hard time keeping his cool. Then, when Connie found herself alone with him for a moment, she squeezed his hand hard.
"Oh Bryce, I want you so bad!"
"I think I can figure out something. I'm staying in the guest room downstairs. It's not close to anyone else's room so I was hoping you could sneak down later."
"How? What if Cissy hears me getting out of bed? Oh, I'm scared we'll get caught."
"I don't think Cissy would say anything. She doesn't know we're doing anything like this, does she?"
"But if I didn't come back right away."
"It's a chance we'll have to take." He brushed her bangs back from her forehead. "If I don't get to fuck you tonight, I might not be sane tomorrow morning." She let him kiss her lips and then pulled away when Cissy came back into the room.
It was hours later when she followed the leggy, redheaded beauty upstairs to her bedroom. Connie watched Cissy undress, and then stripped off her own clothes and slipped a baby doll nighty over her shoulders.
"I like to sleep in the nude," Cissy announced, her blue eyes flashing. "That way if I have a dream, I can get my finger right to the spot."
"Yeah," Connie replied, humoring her. "I know how that is. I guess I'll leave the bottoms of this little outfit off myself. There's not much to them anyway."
Connie got under the covers of one twin bed and prayed that Cissy would fall asleep quickly. Cissy chatted for a few minutes about this and that, and asked one last time if Bryce had ever gotten intimate. Finally, bored with the way the conversation was going, the redhead dozed off. At least she was snoring like she was asleep.
"Cissy?" Connie whispered, testing her. "Cissy?" Yes, she certainly seemed to be asleep. Connie swung her legs out of bed and sat there for another few minutes, listening to Cissy's slow, even breathing.
It took her five minutes to make it across the room, open the door and slip out into the hall. She hadn't made a sound, and she kept herself from hurrying as she felt her way to the stairs and tiptoed barefoot to the first floor landing. Bryce had left his bedroom door open, and she slipped inside and shut it softly after her.
"Baby," he whispered in the gloom.
"Oh, Bryce! I'm half out of my mind from wanting you!" She was in his arms then, her naked cunt hunching already, rubbing her juices against his thigh.
"Just roll over here, you sweet little angel. I'm gonna stick this thing in you to the hilt."
"Oh do! Do stick it in me! Stick it in me deep!"
Connie tossed her head with excitement, her slender legs thrown wide to expose her cunt. The moon came out and beamed its light through the open window. She could see Bryce's huge cock jerking a few inches from her crevice. He licked her neck and pulled her nighty up to expose her firm, young tits.
When the room light flicked on, Connie thought she would have a heart attack. Bryce grunted his surprise, and the two of them stared at the naked female who'd just closed the bedroom door behind her. It was Cissy! Her big breasts were tipped with flesh that matched the redness of her hair. The bright thatch of red curls below her tummy didn't quite hide the swollen lips of her pussy.
"I thought so," she said, smiling.
Connie knew that there wasn't any way to lie her way out of this. She was on her back, legs thrown wide, cunt swollen and dripping. Already, Bryce's glans had nestled against the inflamed flesh. He was panting as he waited for Cissy to make her move.
"Oh you two do make such a pretty picture."
"Okay," Bryce sighed, "what do you want?"
"Oh Bryce," Cissy breathed, cupping her big tits upwards. "I want that!" The girl's eyes stared at his throbbing, swollen cock.
"What if I don't want... "
"Then I'll tell my folks," Cissy hissed. "About what you did when I was thirteen. And about what you're doing right now. I'll go wake them up this very minute... I'll... "
"Easy!" Bryce waved his hand. "And turn off that goddamned light."
Connie felt as if she were in some strange dream world. In the shadowy moonlight, she saw Cissy move. She saw Bryce take her in his arms and roll her onto the bed. Cissy grunted with excitement, her plush hips working as Bryce gouged her lips apart and stroked her clit with his forefinger.
Connie just lay there, staring. Here on the bed a few inches away, her foster father was making love to a seventeen-year-old redhead. He was kissing her big tits, sucking them like he really enjoyed it.
Connie touched his shoulder.
"Bryce," she murmured, a sob catching in her throat.
"I've got to, baby. You don't want to see everything we've planned go down the drain, do you?"
"Of course not... no, of course not." Bryce was right. He had to fuck Cissy, fuck her good. She wanted him to fuck her. It was the only hope she had of staying out of the Home for Wayward Girls and staying in Bryce's bed!
"Uhhhh, Bryce," Cissy groaned, her arms tightening around his chest. Bryce was rubbing his cock up and down the redhead's cunt. The sloppy sounds of love made Connie feel left out. But then she was listening to them closer, letting the erotic encounter between the two of them excite her.
"Bryce," Connie whispered, "can I help?"
"Play with my balls," he panted.
"Isn't this fun?" Cissy panted back. "Oh, do get his balls, Connie! We can all have a really good time!"
Connie knelt between Bryce's spread legs. He was on top of Cissy, his strong ass rising and falling, her plush thighs thrown wide to let him have all of her. The pretty redhead wriggled eagerly in the moonlight as Bryce's thick cock slid wetly into her body. Connie cupped his balls in both hands and moved with him, matching his thrusts as she massaged the spongy orbs.
Connie hadn't expected to feel the way she felt. She was enjoying this! She was enjoying seeing another girl get fucked by her handsome foster father! She could imagine her own slender body under him, while she played with his balls and heard the slurpy suck of Cissy's cunt around his cock. She could smell their hot musk now, and see how Cissy was moving her hips. She writhed like she was being branded as Bryce's prick stabbed her to the hilt. He left it deep like that, wiggling his pubic bone down against hers, rubbing her clit until the girl was flopping convulsively.
"Ohhhh, damn you," Cissy gasped. "I've wanted this since I was eleven! I wanted... uhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, shit it feels good!"
The bed lurched and bumped. Connie squeezed Bryce's balls, still matching his in-and-out movements. Cissy looked as if she were about to pass out. She jerked and twitched and her eyes were glazed over. She bit Bryce's shoulder and scratched his back with long nails. And then the slurpy sound of their fucking grew louder. Connie knew that the lovely redhead was tightening down around Bryce's erection. Her pussy was going to milk every drop of cum he had inside him.
"Yuuhhhhh!" Cissy cried.
Bryce smothered her moan with a kiss, his ass working steadily, his big cock plowing ecstasy from the teenager's body. Connie gave his balls one last squeeze and felt him spurting. Cissy was coming too, her hips see-sawing in a wild dance of hot sex under the man she'd desired since early puberty.
"Fuck me forever!" Cissy babbled, and once again Bryce covered her mouth with his own. They thrashed in a frenzy, cum leaking out of the redhead's cunt now as she continued to squirm against him.
Connie didn't know how long the two of them were entangled in each other's arms, but it was too long. Because after watching that hot, high fuck, she wanted something for herself. She wanted to feel that lovely spear of flesh ramming into her tight, young hole.
"Help me Cissy," she whimpered, rolling Bryce onto his back. His cock was a cummy, wilted disaster. She took it in both hands and began to flop it frantically. "Oh, help me get him hard! If I don't get this thing inside me I think I'll freak out!"
"A little tongue bath is all he needs," Cissy said, sitting up. She looked pretty fagged, but her eyes still sparkled with the pleasure she'd just enjoyed. "Here, I'll show you how."
Connie was on one side, Cissy on the other. They held his limp cock erect and began to lick it, kiss it, suck it. Two hot tongues petted and caressed Bryce's burned-out prick. Connie was really get ting into the technique Cissy had shown her.
"It's the butterfly flick," Cissy whispered, the tip of her tongue vibrating against the exposed glans she pinched between thumb and forefinger. Bryce moaned, and his hips moved a little. Connie fluttered her tongue against his balls and worked her way up to his cocktip. Somehow, the two of them kept from licking each other. And they'd already cleaned Bryce's cum away.
"Look, he's getting harder!" Cissy gave Bryce's prick a couple of quick jerks and fit her mouth down around him again. Connie sucked both of his balls into her mouth and rolled them gently with hungry licks. Bryce petted each young head appreciatively.
"Yuhhhhh," he moaned.
"He's pretty hard now," Cissy smiled, gazing proudly at the work they'd done. "You can have him."
With a cry of joy, Connie crawled up onto Bryce's muscular body. Already, her adolescent hips were plunging, rubbing his thigh, his hard cock. She grabbed it with one hand as her other hand petted the hair back from Bryce's forehead.
"Ohhh yes! This is what we started to do!"
Cissy knelt close by, watching. "God, you're so little! How do you two fit together?"
"It's pretty t-t-tight!" Connie panted, forcing: herself back. Her pubes opened wetly as the head of Bryce's cock slipped into her dripping heat.' There was nothing like that feeling, she thought, eyes fluttering--nothing in the world like it. So soft, yet so hard...
"Uhhhhh!" Bryce gasped, his fingers finding her ass, digging into the firm, white flesh. Connie kissed his mouth hungrily and rubbed her breasts back and forth over his chest.
"They get bigger when they hang down like this," she said happily. "I know they'll never be as big as Cissy's but... "
"You don't have to worry about that," Cissy put in. "I think Bryce prefers them small."
Connie pumped her pussy up and down, ramming herself onto that hot, hard spear. She covered Bryce's face with kisses. She felt her brown nipples tingling, felt her muscles squeezing convulsively around him. Even though Bryce had just finished giving Cissy all he had, he was reacting to her eager lovemaking. He grabbed her slim, warm body, squeezed her down against him as she squirmed her pussy around him.
"God... you two really get down to it!"
It was Cissy, and Connie could tell that the girl was experiencing a bit of jealousy as she watched the way Bryce was kissing her. When Connie felt him jerk, she knew he was going to spurt her full. A sudden impulse to show off made her wriggle her cunt off of his erection.
Cissy stared hard as Connie twisted around and thrust her cunt down over Bryce's face. His tongue speared up into her hole as she grabbed his slickened cock and covered the head with her lips.
"Mhhhuuhhh!" she whined, hot cum spewing from the corners of her mouth. Her small finger teased him from tip to hilt, her lips circled tighter, milking the thick froth into her throat. She knew that everything would be okay--that Bryce was hers and hers alone. Even if he did have to fuck Cissy from time to time to keep her quiet.
"Ohhhhh Bryce," she sighed, looking for a moment at his dark blue glans, looking at the flooding cum. Then she slurped her mouth down over him again, and felt her clit explode against the tip of her lover's tongue. It was going to be a wonderful life of fucking and sucking! She pinched her ass cheeks tight as Bryce sucked her into an ecstatic delirium. Connie was cooing now, making sucking sounds in her nose as she pulled her tongue along the length of his cock, pulled his rich cum onto her tongue and swallowed it down.
