With the proliferation of religious cults, it has been brought to our attention that certain aspects of them have not been exposed. Are they a front for orgies?
Nancy Drew, a twenty-year old brunette, a wanderer, a seeker, finds herself in the midst of the 'Glory Revival Church' led by the maniacal Messiah from Korea, Reverend Sun-Ka-Goon.
After her indoctrination she is told to procure adherents using, 'any means necessary'. She takes the directive to heart and stakes out to the center of the sin city looking, seeing converts. Along the way, she meets:
George, a tough, street hardened man who falls deliriously in love with Nancy, leaving everything to become a 'Goonie'.
Judy-a beautiful girl who introduces Nancy to the joys of lesbian sex while Nancy teaches her salvation.
Jack-A Goonie gardener, naive and striving to please the church but who falls under the temptation of the beautiful waif.
These and others; including the Reverend Goon himself who spots something special in his new follower.
Along the way, however, Nancy is severally punished for her transgression and is forced to suffer the humiliation of meeting Shemp-the Goonie dog who laps and bits her into sexual frenzy.
But through it all Nancy remains true to the Goonies. The strange phenomenon of religious cults is explained fully and explicity from cover to cover.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"We will overcome all opposition! We will scourge the land of all non-believers! God is speaking through me, God is now with you through my voice! He tells me that the day of judgment is at hand! Non-believers beware! All believers unite!" Thus the Reverend Sunka-Goon exhorted an auditorium of followers, each on his or her seat, tense with the joy of knowing they were receiving the Divine Word.
Among the audience was one Nancy Drew, twenty years old who had been a drifter for several years till she heard the Reverend Goon speak at a rally. At the touch of his honeyed voice of feeling of omnipotent surrender cascaded over the brunette beauty from New Orleans, giving her an unknown guidance at the depth of her soul.
She had joined the 'Glory Revival' and became what in the vernacular was referred to as a 'Goonie.' Following her initiation into the group she had been shipped to Goonville, a spread in the country where the Goonies were prosteslized day and night with Goon's strange blend of occult mysticism and holly revival ecstasis.
Now, Nancy was listening to the final speech from her master, the speech that would launch her into the world as a full-fledged Goonie-to recruit and exhort for the cause.
"God wills it that a follower of His Word must use every means to draw the non-believers into the fold." The Reverend Goon stressed the word 'every,' spending a murmur through the auditorium.
"Yes, I said every means. You reach the sinner through sin, sticking your arm into the center of the glut-muck sin and pulling away, pulling back to the Lord, bringing with you all the sinners who can be reached." Reverend Goon finished the speech amid uproarious applause. When he had disappeared behind the stage curtain, the Goonies were split up into smaller groups and given their instructions of how to convert the pagan heathen.
Nancy was among a group of twenty, listening to the group leader, a well dressed young man who articulated his words with sharp gestures.
"This is the last time ... this is the final chance God is giving human beings to recant and enter the Kingdom of Heaven. So our job is cut out for us. After this is the deluge...." The man talked on to the wide-eyed followers who were all itching to get out there and show their stuff.
Someone raised his hand and was called on. "Does ... does it mean that if a sinner wishes to have sex with us we must have sex with them?"
The leader smiled and remained silent for a moment. Then he said, "I leave that to your discretion. You know how the Reverend Goon abhors vile sex but things have become desperate. I will not advise you to have sex with a pagan-that would be against all our beliefs. However," and again the man smiled inscrutable, "sometimes situations arise in which we must put away certain beliefs in order to convert the substantially stubborn."
Later that afternoon, Nancy found herself on the streets in the evil city, confused at first, what with all the traffic and people. She had learned her presentation by heart like a rug salesman but all her attempts at stopping people went to no avail. Every time she tried, the person she confronted would give her an icy stare and walk down the street. Or else they'd tell her to get lost. One had even snarled, "Fuck you girlie!" Making her angry and humiliated at the same time. They were sure nasty, full of sin, she thought.
Disconsolate, Nancy was about to call it a day, till she spotted a young man alone, sitting on a bench, his head bent down a bit as if he were depressed. Nancy had been told to look out for these kinds; they were all ready to be brought into the fold with a gentle hand.
She braced herself with a picture of Reverend Goon in her mind's eye. Then she walked over to the man, looking down at him, then sitting next to him.
"Hello," she said.
The man turned and looked at her, an expression of loathing etched on his face.
"What do you want?" He snarled.
"You seemed down and I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help."
He looked at her meanly, then seemed to smile. "Are you one of those Goonies? A member of some cult?"
Nancy was taken back by his perception but she screwed herself up. "Just a person who sees another in need."
After this the man seemed to open up a little more, admitting that he had just broken up with his girl friend and was feeling very depressed.
Within the next half an hour, Nancy and the man, named George, were in a coffee shop, talking easily back and forth.
He was a sinner, no question about that, she thought, as he related a tale of how he used to chase his girl friend around his apartment when they were stoned, naked, till he caught her and threw her to the mattress, making mad passionate love to her.
Nancy wore a smile all the while he talked but inside she kept figuring ways to reach the man. When he finished she decided to feel him out, in a manner of speaking.
"What's your feelings about God?"
"God? God damn you for asking!" Then he laughed and Nancy realized that he was going to be a difficult one.
When George invited her to his place for dinner she refused at first. But then, she thought, she had gone this far with him, the last thing she wanted was to lose him.
Yes, she would go to his place, but no funny business, she warned.
The man threw up his hands in self-defense. "What me?" Then he laughed again.
Even before they got to his apartment she knew she was going to fuck him. What the hell? This was emergency time on the planet Earth. A fuck for God, could there be anything more sacrificial? Besides, she was no virgin ... but that was her past, something she wanted to forget.
They got to George's place and before she knew what was happening, the man had his hand around one of her trembling tits. This was it, she figured. She forgot all about the feelings of lust pouring through her flesh and concentrated on her image of Reverend Goon and all he stood for.
Slowly but surely George stripped her naked, revealing pink white flesh beneath her clothing. She was sculpted like a goddess. Soon the man would be fucking her. What the hell, if this was what it took to bring the wayward into the flock of Reverend Goon, so be it.
George was naked in an instant, revealing a solid staff quivering in the air. He picked up Nancy and dropped her on his bed, then fit his head between her thighs, looking up at her before he went down. "I can smell the good sauce from here!"
As though the devil himself had seized her, Nancy writhed on the mattress, her voice yelling, whispering, the muttering, squealing with ecstasy as he tongued her and buried his mouth in her gushy, slippery fuckhole.
A roaring fire, out of control, was ravishing her body. Her heavy breasts throbbed and ached, his tongue gliding in and then pulling out smoothly, causing her to buck back at him, thrusting her pussy mound hard up at him, frantically pulling his head closer and harder to her churning steaming cunthole.
Nancy would give George just enough time to catch his breath, then push his mouth deep in her open slimy slit, wishing he were able to get his whole head in that hot fuckhole of hers. Her moans and squeals changed them to grunts of pure animalistic satisfaction when he'd squeeze her cunny lips while his tongue ferreted up in, and down and out, then raced over her inner soft thighs. Nancy's legs were then raised, then one knee bent to clamp tightly around his ears squeezing, while she grunted, and heaved, and cried out when he'd change the pace of his violent sucking to merely lap at her clit.
As for George, he was crazed with lust. A kind of lust he hadn't known existed. He loved the taste of the pussy he was eating. So virginal, so pure. He loved the slippery feel of her fat cunt lips on the tip of his tongue; he loved the delicate fragrance of her cunny as he buried his face time and again, rubbing her hot creamy gism all over his face; using his nose to rub hard against her hard love button, and then stroking his tongue all the way in, straining it into her gaping hole, loving her screams, leering to make her grunt, and then moan.
"Oh, George ... OOOHHHH MMMMMM George ... Put it in deep ... yesssss ... OOOOOO! Bite my hot little clit! I love this, love your tongue in my hot love hole, my hot fuckhole! Oh my darling boy, keep sucking my steaming cunt, my pole hole ... Put your tongue in deep ... deeeeepppppp ... OOOO ... bit me hard! Oh George ... bit me ... YES THERE! ... BIT MY BUTTON!"
George couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He knew he couldn't get enough of her hot snatch, but he knew he had no worry about that. She loved what he was doing to her fevered puss-wiggling like a worm on a hook-and George loved making her happy. If she were a religious nut, as he suspected, she was one horny religious nut. He knew she would always desire his servicing, need his big prick up her juicy cunt hole. His heart was pumping wildly, and his cock was steaming hot, bursting with pent-up desire, ready to fill her.
He kept on sucking and slurping inside her gash and her juices increased voluminously. George wondered whether he could drown eating her cunt, his nose all blocked up with the thick cream, his mouth full of it. It was all over his eyes and it formed a nice thick coating on his chin. Oh, he thought, this is absolutely groovy! Unbelievably wild!
Then something weird started to happen to Nancy Drew; what was to be her first crushing orgasm in a long time-what she had thought was never going to happen to her since she joined the Goonies-began to ferment deep in her being, to the very pit of her being.
The first signal that something unusual was happening was a persistent, slightly annoying charley-horse sensation in her calves and ankles. And as the sensation gripped her, Nancy shook her ankles, flexing them, but the curious pain wouldn't leave. Maybe she was being punished.
And then, out of nowhere, nowhere, come the first signs of her scum seeping, finally being released from her knotted, twisted body.
Nancy screamed and her body leaped up as if it had been shocked with an electrode. She then thrust so forcefully that her weight almost knocked George backward. She reached for his head and pulled him tight in between her thighs, burying his face in her gaping red cuntgash. Her body began to quiver and tremble and the seething sensations became more and more intense.
And then it was all over.
Nancy's orgasm had lasted a full three minutes rich creamy cum running out of her cunt. That had been her best orgasm in all her fuck-stared life.
Her eyes opened slowly, and George could see her pupils were dilated. A soft baby smile came to her lips then, and she licked them with her pink tongue. Then she raised one hand and brushed her hair that was splayed over her face during the gigantic orgasm.
"Oh George, George!" She sighed, not moving, her arms then at her sides, her thighs still spread wide, her pussy oozing thick cum. The mattress was sleek with wetness.
"Are you okay?" George asked, surprised that she had survived the shuddering climax.
"Yes, I'm all right; at least I think I am. I don't know what had happened to me, really I can't understand ... but I'm all right."
George managed a little smile then, and Nancy saw that he was really concerned. "Come here George, I want to kiss you for loving me." Nancy wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. However, despite the fact that much of her passion had been an act to please the man, she couldn't deny the vibrant feelings of lust coursing through her.
George's heart bucked at this tenderness as he snuggled up close to her. Nancy folded her arms around him and kissed his perspiring brow. She kissed his closed eyes as he put his arms around her and held her tightly. Nancy was still breathing kind of hard, and he could feel her heart pumping, beating hard against his chest. He could feel the rich fullness of her damp breasts against his own perspiring skin.
She kissed his ears, and then, holding his face in her hands, kissed his mouth lovingly. Nancy could smell her own cunt perfume on his burning face. She licked his lips and tasted her own juice, then she licked all over his face, even inserted the tip of her tongue up his nostrils. Forcing his lips apart with her probing tongue, Nancy then licked his teeth, again tasting her own cunt cream. She stuck her tongue deep inside his mouth and his tongue touched it. Nancy sucked the offered flesh while her hands caressed his shoulders and face.
"The Lord loves you George, the same way that I'm loving you now. Give in to him and you'll realize the bliss of utter surrender. Giving your soul to God is an orgasm."
George was quiet for a moment. He had figured she would run a line on him. He wasn't sure what to say. He sure wanted to fuck her.
"Yeah, yeah, God sounds all right. Christ, if He gets you to respond sexually the way you do, it must be really good."
Nancy was excited by the prospect. George was obviously ready. All he needed was a little more prompting.
"Oh George, you taste so good, so wonderful. I love your pecker; it's so cute!" Nancy squealed joyfully, her pussy swelling up, her hot juices flowing again, and her clit itching, gripped so tightly by the squeezing motion of her sleek thighs.
She then bent down and licked the tip of his prick with gentle strokes of her tongue, then she clutched the base of it and squeezed, slowly drawing her fingers up the full length of his throbbing staff, and then allowing them to tickle down his balls. She then took the heavy sacks in her palms, weighting them, as her naughty tongue flicked all around his erect tool.
"I love doing this for you, George! Are you enjoying it, really enjoying it?" she asked, caressing the smooth head lovingly.
"Oh, don't ask ... don't ask!" he sighed, his toes wiggling, his heart already pumping faster, his prick simpering as she sucked on it and released it, licking it up and down, wetting its pulsating length with her saliva. And then her hand, her lovely wonderful soft hand raced up and down the slick staff, her fingers twisting it, bending it, rubbing it back against her smooth rounded belly. Then her mouth covered it and her lips, tight around the base, sliding up slowly, her tongue swirling and flipping from side to side. George moaned and brought his hands to fold in back of his head, then thrown back. He then began to hump his prick in her sucking mouth, his eyes burning as she sucked and played with his whang so perfectly.
Nancy took her warm, comforting mouth away then, and cuddling his balls, she looked up at his face and closed eyes, admiring his wonderful, boyish features; his sensual mouth, his moist lips, his finely sculptured nose. His lips were parted and he licked them as Nancy continued to tease and tickle his heavy balls, time and again bending her lovely head to suck and slurp on his rigid shaft.
"George, oh George ... would you ... would you fuck me? Fuck me George ... Please, FUCK MY TWAT!" She was cooing, as she felt surge after delicious surge of erotic joy snapped through her sexually enraged body once again. The obscenities came naturally to her lewd mouth as if she were born to use them whenever she wanted to fuck and be fucked. It was something she learned on the road. And she loved to hear them even when they came from her own mouth. But she loved it better when they were encouraging and uttered from the lips of the man fucking her.
"Oh, ooohhhh GOOOOD!" George screamed and began to tremble then. "Oh God ... Nancy ... Nan....!" He wailed, as she renewed her violent sucking on his shaft. "Yes ... fuck ... yes ... I'll fuck ... I'll fuck your cunt, you lovable God freak ... I'll fuck your cunt-hole ... uuuuuuuu, don't ever stop!" His voice was a throaty whisper, almost not there at times. He kept clearing his throat, twisting his head vigorously as her mouth made hot love to his burning cock. "I'll fuck you better, Nancy, better than the first time. I'll fuck that nice cunt-hole ten times better than when I sucked it."
"Yes, I know it'll be better. You will teach me to fuck beautifully, for God, right George, for God."
"Yeah, yeah, for the Big Boy."
"But now you have to stuff my burning puss, and I don't mind crawling to you, George, my loving fucker! My pussy is hot, so hungry for your darling pecker; my cunt wants your loving prick in it so desperately. George, I'm soaking wet for you, my poke-hole is dripping for you. It is leaking like when it was before you sucked and ate it so gloriously. Remember your stiff long tongue digging inside my hole? Remember how wet my snatch was, how it wanted your tongue ... how it craved your fucking tongue and lips, and your nose, your clit-fucking nose? Remember how horny I was and how hungry my hot little pussy was? And how you put your fingers up inside it, and how I wanted you to bite my love button, and how you did? And do you remember my squealing and screaming, and how fuckyfucky I was for your fucking cock? That's how I am now, George, burning up and I desperately want your cock to fuck me, fuck my hot cunt! Plunge your hard thick cock up my hole, up, up, all the gloriously fucking way up my belly! Fuck, FUCK FUCK! George, I love that evil word, the vulgar word that I adore so very much. Will you fuck my cunny hole again, this time with your prick and not your tongue? Yes George, MY CUNT! There's your word-CUNT, FUCK MY CUNT, COCK FUCK CUNT! Oh George, George darling, fuck me, please fuck my quim! I'm going insane! I want to feel it hot and deep inside my pussy hole again, deep in my fucking poke hole. You don't have to worry about babies either, George, I have one of those things in my pussy so I wouldn't have a baby. So you don't have to worry your head when you pile-drive that prick up my cunt groove, when you plunge it in me to my very sex pit, and I hold you, and you hold me, and we kiss with our hot tongue, while your fuck your big prick in my waiting, willing poke depths. Oh George, I can't take much more of this torture. Please, George, let's fucky-fucky now; I'm so fucking horny so ravenously hot! I want you to fuck me with this wonderful cock ... your cocky, George, your pricky! And my cunny, George, my fucking cunny hole! Fuck my cunt with your big fat prick!"
"I want to fuck you so bad, too, Nancy! I want my prick to screw your hot fucking twat," George cried out, writhing violently on the mattress as her mouth once again covered his flaming prick.
"Yes ... yes ... Oh, Nancy, I want to fuck you ... I want you to fuck me ... fuck my swollen cock ... Yes, God, yes, I want to fuck my cock right up your fuckhole, your hungry fuckhole!" George kept on with his monologue, his body shivering with passion and ecstasy, when Nancy stood up, ready for action. Her eyes bulged at his throbbing, enraged flesh, her fingers pushing down thighs sensuously. Her lovely brown triangle of cunny hair was right in front of his eyes then, her beautiful pussy, the cunt he'd eaten and drank cum from.
"Let's fuck now George, right now! Oh, how I want to fuck! I want to fuck your pecker, want your prick to fuck my hot pussy!" Nancy was almost screaming then, laying heavily down on the bed, propping her rounded ass with a pillow, giving him a better fuck on her fuckhole, opening her thighs wide and drawing him to her. His mouth opened in total wonderment, his eyes half-lidded as he landed on top of her warm, perspiring body, feeling his hard chest press against her full, ripe breasts, feeling her hardened nipples indenting his flesh.
"Yes ... yes, George, that's it ... take your time ... that's how, push it slowly, ever slowly ... Yesssss ... in ... in ... God, God; ohhhhh ... so wonderful ... so beautiful ... cock sliding up my cunny ... MMMmmmm ... gently, gently, my loving cunt fucker! We'll make this fuck last forever and ever. ... The head ... I can feel the head in my poke now ... it's slipping into my hole, my fuck hole ... deeper ... deeper ... I can feel ... feel how beautiful it's going in, going into my hot snatch. George, Oh God, it's slipping in! Can you feel it, can you feel your cockhead fucking into my cunt, my wet ready cunthole ... into my pussy ... my fucky-slushy tunnel? Oh George, my cunt's on fire! It cried from the feel of your prick head plumbing it. It's so hot, so wet, it's boiling, sizzling. It's so famished for your big cock!" Nancy was moaning as she gently squeezed his nuts, allowing his stiff tool to penetrate her depths slowly, wallowing in the ecstasy of it as she felt another inch of its magnificence slip into her cooze, her hands then on his hard athletic backside, pressing him to her, her pussy opening wide and her breath coming faster and faster as the prick slowly filled her divided expanding cunt.
"George, oh, my darling George; you're fucking me! Only this fuck will be long. Ooooohhh, this is heaven ... glorious heaven ... You're fucking me you're fucking me with your glorious fuck-shaft. Mmmmm, yes, George, you're fucking my twat ... your pricky is fucking my cunny! We'll fuck forever ... forever, darling, and we'll drool in the ecstasy of it until we die!" Nancy was moaning, her fingernails digging into the resilient flesh of his backside.
"George, too was feeling the pleasure of the delicious fuck. His eyes were clamped shut, his teeth gritting as he fucked into her recipient pussy, pumping in and out-one side-center-other side-ravishing her hot snatch hole.
"Oh, kiss me, George!" she bellowed, "give me your tongue ... give it to me ... GIVE IT TO ME!!!" she shrieked again, bawling on the top of her voice as thrill after delicious thrill surged through her body, George continuing to fuck her ever-hot quim.
"Fuck me, you bitch!" George, then in the throes of his orgasm, bellowed back at her. "Fuck me God woman; pull my cock; take it all in your fuck-hot cunt; swallow it in your quim; work your ass ... hump it ... fuck it ... hump it ... jerk it onto my rod ... not around, cunt ... up and down, up and down ... yessss ... yessss ... like that....Hit me, cunny hole ... fuck me ... bang your quim ... fuck my prick!"
"Okay, okay darling, I'll fuck ... I'll fuck your cock. I'll fuck you and bang your cock ... just, just hang on a little ... I want to come too ... I want to come with you, coming ... it's wonderful ... glorious ... we're fucking each other and coming together ... I'm going to cum all over your prick!"
And as yet another scream pierced his ears, George shivered, flexed his body muscles, shuddered and yelled, "Aaayyyeeee," so loud and so piercingly that Nancy roughly pulled his mouth onto hers, jabbing her tongue into his open buccal cavern, chewing his lips, mashing his head, pulling on his ears, chewing on his tongue, moaning and wailing, and then she too screamed as the spasms of imminent spuming rocketed through her...."Ooohhhh Fuuuucccckkkkk, George ... FUCK!"
Nancy's second orgasm in that day sweep through her fiery body like a tornado, her cunny erupted violently, her breasts heaving, and her entire body shuddering again and again as the tidal wave of the electrifying orgasm began to subside slowly. She was inhaling deeply, her breasts rising and falling, her body shuddering again and again as the tidal wave of the electrifying orgasm began to subside slowly. She was inhaling deeply, her tits heaving, her body sweating profusely. George's prick was still buried deep in her, but as it started shrinking and shriveling, he pulled out of her cunt and fell beside her.
"Oh, my God, George!" Nancy then exclaimed, exhaling a long breath of air, sighing and shaking her head in sheer disbelief.
George opened his eyes then and Nancy kissed him deeply. "George, darling, wasn't it beautiful? Weren't we just marvelous? God did it ... God made us fuck like that ... don't you think so?"
George mumbled some noncommittal answer. "Maybe in a little while we can do it again; you could fuck my pecker and I could fuck your pussy ... how would God like that?"
CHAPTER TWO
The two of them lay quietly in bed, soaking in the pleasure of their sexual encounter.
Nancy was not sure whether she could reveal the fact she was a Goonie, not yet, anyway. Everything was going along smoothly and she didn't want to ruin it. But that wouldn't prevent her from talking about her inspiration.
"Did you like the way I fucked?" she asked, oblivious to the obscenity that jut from her mouth. If the game was to be won it had to be done on their terms.
"That's a crazy question. You're pussy lit the lights, that's for sure."
"The secret is faith George. Faith in the All Mighty."
But as soon as she started in with the religious talk, George rolled down and spread her thighs apart.
"You smell so delicious," he commented, muzzling his face deeper into her cooze as she spread her slit wider for him.
"Just lick gently this time, George," she instructed, "I'm a little sore and irritated down there with all that sucking and groovy fucking. Lick it softly, my lover; it makes me feel so wonderful as if it wanted to cry. Did you know that, George, that a cunt can cry?" She was a little irritated that George had ignored her talk. Not the talk about her pussy, but about the Lord. He was a hard one indeed!
George slipped his tongue between her outer pussy lips, licking and caressing her pink flesh with the sensitive tip. Her hot snatch was then making a loud squishy sound from her vaginal secretions and his saliva, causing George to poke his titillating tongue deeper, letting it linger as he tasted her, inhaling deeply her erotic perfume.
Her hand, down under the sheet, was touching his bare belly then, and George felt her open his legs slightly, and he knew what she was after, what she was going to do....
Nancy felt her temptation rising when her fingers brushed across the blood-engorged helmet-shaped head of his erect, throbbing prick. She used the back of her hand and let the large tool rub against her knuckles, her fingers scratching his flat hairy stomach, and then trailing down to his pubic bush. George then began moaning slightly as he kept his tongue wiggling between her open, pouting pussy lips, his mouth wide open and his hot breath flowing inside the narrow opening of her snatch, doing wonders for her inflamed body.
Then Nancy couldn't wait a second longer. She raised one hand then and, spreading her fingers, lowered it slowly until she felt the heat of his cock. She touched it and held it, gripped it tightly, then slipped her fingers down to the base of the rigid shaft, measuring it, her heart pumping faster and harder by the minute. Nancy's fingers climbed once again until the head of his prick was held firmly in her squeezing palm.
But Nancy, positively aroused, could not be satisfied with just holding the cock. She didn't want her fingers alone to enjoy the feel of the hot meat. She wanted it in her mouth ... wanting to get all the salty taste it so deliciously offered. Without disturbing him from his wonderful task at her cunny, she maneuvered her lithe body and finally landed on top of him, her gash still glued to his mouth and his big erection bobbing inches away from her lusting lips.
Nancy knew that sucking a man's cock was almost a spiritual experience in itself and knew that George would be more willing to listen to her if she sucked him off.
Her mouth hung slack, flecked with foam, and her face morphed into a twisted lust mask. "What a wonderful organ," she cooed, "a huge specter screaming to stab between my oozing thighs and plumb the depths of my throbbing sex pit until I shriek with the sublime ecstasy of it."
Releasing her sucking mouth, she again wrapped her fingers around the thick tan barrel and gently massaged its head. And George was soaring, floating, his body shaking with the thrilling touch; he felt for a moment that she might lift him off the bed with her mouth on his pole. Nancy was lipping and tonguing his shaft, jerking it up and down, manipulating it as if it were a hydraulic jack. His legs were close to bucking and he sucked faster on her slidy, satiny hole, gasping breaths of air as she intermittently raised her well rounded backside in a humping rhythm.
Nancy was manipulating him in a frenzy of joy. A shiver of pleasure bolted through him when she cupped his buttocks and slipped her hot mouth over the head of his prong in one smooth quick motion that took his breath away with its pure aggressiveness. In a frenzy, Nancy gorged herself with it, sucking with strong, deft motions of her head, her tongue a winding, slithering pleasure serpent, swirling over his tender cock throb. Her fingers were probing the recesses of his crotch, and her nostrils flared with his fuck-heat odor. Nancy was soaring higher ... higher.....
Her mouth was tearing at his pubic bush, prick and cum filled balls, moving faster, faster, while her fingers teased his nuts, juggling and massaging them. Thrill after electric thrill shot through George's body as her mouth sucked and tortured his organ, her fingers clawing at his ass and balls. His hands locked around the high mound of her ripe ass then, and his hips began to undulate, increasing the already urgent rhythm of her plunging mouth.
"Mmmmmm ... OOOOOhhhhhhh ... God ... SUCK SUCK SUCK!!!" she was bellowing, bucking and grinding her wide-open puss onto his face again and again, squealing in the passions of her love throes, digging her nails into the ass cheeks and sucking on his joint so hard he thought she was going to uproot his pulverized cock. Nancy pumped frantically and George rose up on his heels and head, quivering and groaning with agony, and suddenly his scalding spunk was spewing into her mouth and down her throat.
Nancy took his full load, getting every drop she could, never letting up on her sucking for an instant with her swirling tongue and sucking lips.
His frothy cum juice was smeared all over her full lips while hers gleamed all over his face, dribbling onto his throat and shoulders, and even onto the bed sheet.
George, bruised and worked-out, moved away and his prick slipped from her tightly sucking mouth with a loud plop. Nancy then turned around facing him, adjusted the pillow and propped herself against the headboard. George did likewise, pausing for a moment, wordlessly ogling each other's nakedness in a dazed mixture of joy and disbelief. They were both dazed and glassy-eyed, but hers were rooted into his prick, then getting hard again. Their ogling eyes were doing wonders for their sexual appetites, and soon George's cock was as hard as before and beating with want as he admired her voluptuousness.
Leaning sideways, he seized her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss, and then trailed his lips over her cheeks and throat. Nancy had his prick again and was pumping it gleefully, relishing in his great capacity for hard-ons.
"Oh George!" she gasped, as his tongue fluttered in her ear, "I just adore this cock of yours," she was panting hard.
"Mmmmmmm!" he growled, "I thought you were going to swallow it!"
"Sure darling sure; I could have, but I wanted to save some. You know, God doesn't wish us to take it all." George had surrounded a juicy nipple with his lips and Nancy's shivers said she loved tittie-tickling. "Maybe you don't get enough of this treatment," teased George. "Seems like you could use it!"
"How right you are, my cunt lover, I never get enough ... But God is better, I swear to you the Lord is better than all the fucking in the world."
His lips were moving between her pendulous breasts then, slowly downwards, agonizingly toward the direction of her pulsing passion mouth. She writhed with the heat of her torment, straining for contact with the ecstasy of his hot expert tongue, teasing over her hot belly, slithering through her thick pubic bush, and then touching, tongue outstretched and touching....
Nancy gave a tortured little scream and threw her legs around his neck, welding his sucking mouth to her steaming cunt. George scooped up the soft melons of her backside in his hands and plunged his tongue to her depths as she thrashed and bucked. Ecstasy surged through Nancy. Her fingers clawed at his scalp. She was screaming obscenities which were good for George's ego as they served only to spur him on to lick and lap at her steaming cunny hole.
"Oh, George, darling George ... I'm coming ... I'm going to come ... come all over your hot darling cock. Oh, sweet, sweet....Fuck the living daylights out of my cunt ... my flaming poke hole....Bang me, my sweet ... I'm going to wet your hard dong with my hot spunk. Fuck me ... ram me ... Oh, my God! FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK!!!" And as yet another piercing scream stuck his ears, Nancy roughly pulled his face down on hers and jammed her mouth into his, chewing on his lips, mashing his head, pulling his ears, tearing at his back and ass, and moaning, and wailing and screaming. George, too, could hold on no longer and shot his steaming load deep in her quivering quim, feeling it hit her and splash back onto his prick.
With one last scream, "OH ... FUCK ... GEORGE ... GEORRRGGGGEEEE ... FUCK MY CUNT!" A tornado swept over Nancy's fiery body, her pussy erupting violently, her breasts heaving, and her entire body shuddering, again and again as the tidal wave of the electrifying orgasm began to subside slowly. Nancy was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling, her body sweating profusely, her cunt with his then limp prick still buried in her, drooling her hot liquids, her clit pulsing and her toes wiggling as he lay still on top of her feverish nakedness. Nancy could not believe how quick it had been. First he was sucking her cunt with his mouth then suddenly his pecker was in her, digging and plunging to the utter depths.
George then slid off her and Nancy fell almost instantly into deep, profound sleep.
Nancy Drew awoke long after George had left. She felt very safe and wonderfully secure, even in the strange room. It had happened more than once in her life. She was happy, joyful and relieved. She was sure that George was ready to join the Goonies. She had convinced him that it was the inspiration of the Korean messiah that had given her the desire to fuck his dick off. Even if she hadn't mentioned Goon by name George would be more open to her suggestion that he join the cult.
She stretched her naked body luxuriously, straining every muscle. After all she needed it after being wonderfully molested by the stranger, satisfying all the pent-up cravings of her cock-famished cunt and, to top it all, she knew she could have all the hard prick she wanted, as long as she was proselytizing for the Goonies. She felt not a wit of repentance. After all, they had told her to use all means to bring the pagan heathen into the fold.
She let her arms caress her nakedness, rubbing her fingertips over her nipples briskly, her perfect pinkish wonders stiffening and responding erotically to the sensual caresses. Nancy then cupped her vagina, loving the feel of her long bushy cunt hair. She inserted one finger in her long slit and felt she was still mushy. She hadn't washed her puss before she dropped off into profound sleep, and she imagined she could still smell the faint, delicate odor George had showered on her body during the sweet raptures of their love-making. Oh, what sweet wonders George had released in her cock-famished, prick-hungry body!
Rolling on one side, she stroked her buttocks tentatively and felt her puckered ass hole. It was very oily and itchy. She rubbed it and experimented with one finger, dipping it slowly up into her greasy bung hole. How easily it slipped in, and it felt strange and good to her. Some of the cum dripping from her snatch had worked its way down her crack and seeped into her shit hole, making it wonderfully slippery and erotic. Nancy trembled at the excitement and tried to insert yet another finger, and that too worked perfectly. Oh, how she loved that! How much she wanted that! She realized then that the desire to be fucked anally had grown to an almost consuming passion. George hadn't touched the bung. In the future, however, she was determined to get some groovy cock up her little brown-ringed ass hole. And just think of it, she could feel her shit hole flutter open and close, the pleasure overwhelmingly bearable, her obsession of it delving into her fuck-craved mind.
CHAPTER THREE
George returned soon enough with some fast food. Nancy had forgotten all about her hunger but when she smelled the vapor of steaming hamburger meat her stomach began churning.
"You're a very considerate man," she said, as he threw her an aluminum wrapped hamburger.
"Sex always makes me hungry. ... Besides I told you I was going to give you some dinner."
They ate quietly. Was it time to reveal herself, she wondered?
She eyed George who was sitting on the bed munching away, his eyes fixed on her cunt.
"You seem to me George to be a very religious person. It's in the eyes ... a person can always tell by the eyes whether one is one with the Lord."
He nodded his head, his cheeks puffed out with a hamburger.
"I ... I should tell you that I am a Goonie and I have made love to you in order to bring my message to those who need it ... Join us George! You'll have women and wine and God! There are truths that you don't know about ... come ... come with us on our way to bliss."
George finished eating his hamburger then burped.
"Yeah, I figured you were a religious nut. But that's all right. I made love to you in order to get a taste of your gorgeous pussy, so I guess we're even. No, snatch is my God. I live for the slit! But I respect you just the same ... I respect faith ... it's a great thing."
Nancy's heart fell when he finished. He was almost impossible with his unchecked desires. For a moment, she felt like getting up and leaving. But something made her remain. He was a tough nut but could be cracked. There was only one thing to do.
"I'm a Goonie," she began, "and your God is cunt. I'll say that my faith will outlast yours any day. How about it? My faith against yours ... see which one is strongest."
George wasn't sure what she was talking about. "Huh?"
Her erotic torment began. Once again her eyes began to burn, her breasts began to swell and she couldn't resist pressing her tightly-clad upper thighs together to feel her fleshy pussy lips being squeezed. A rapid series of subterranean explosions made her shiver slightly and she bit her lower lips to suppress the sexual joy they were promising.
"I ... I mean," she whispered, "that we will fuck till one of us drops ... If you drop first you will become a Goonie and if I go first, I'll give them up...."
"A challenge! Fuck to the death, huh?" George's pecker was stirring in his pants, bulging against the denim with a ferocious strength.
Nancy pressed her thighs together harder, causing her lush cunny lips to bulge wonderfully under the pressure. George's eyes widened in mock appraisal then, his tongue hanging out like a prick in heat, ready to plunge into any hole that was available.
He stood up and whipped his pants off, revealing his stiff rod. "You're on! I'll become a Goonie if you out fuck me ... but if I out fuck you, you must stop being a member and become my slave in sin."
His hands then made their way up her rounded belly furiously, lovingly. He got on the bed and brought his bulging crotch hard against her mound and she could tell that he was really horny, just like her, if not more. She would have to screw up all her sexual power and faith in order to win the contest.
Her twat gave a nice tickly twinge at the fierce embrace, and Nancy gyrated her hips to grind her hips more onto his bulge. She longed to feel his dong again. She didn't care if he mauled her pussy beyond natural repair. Her being gave in to sheer lust, craving for more of the same treatment that had ravaged her and left her cunt sore and destitute in the first place.
"OOhhh George, oooo, you're wonderful ... you're getting me all hot and sopping with love juice ... make wild everlasting love to my famished cunt, my hungry hole that has been craving a cock like yours for years. Show me what you can do, darling!"
Her prodding voice made him wild with desire. He kissed her on the head then, working his way down to her ears, nibbling them, then to her neck, kissing and biting her playfully, but very erotically. His lips burned up and down the soft skin of her throat, licking it with his entire wet tongue. She was so tasty, so soft, so smooth! He could eat her up! He loved the feel of her body and he wanted to screw her over and over. He was going to fuck her to kingdom come; he'd fuck her so bad she'd never be able to get up again.
Nancy sighed as she felt his eyes burn at her crotch. George then pulled her boobs sideways, mashing them against her sides. He pulled her melons again, far out to his chest, kneading them the while as if they were play dough.
The extending of her globes was shooting intensive thrills of lust through her fuck-crazed body. "OOoooo, that feels good, George. MMmmmm, pull them, pull them off ... I love it ... adore it ... worship it ... I love you hurting my tits like that. Pull them off." Nancy was mushy, so very excited. She wanted him more than anything else right then, and she hoped that nothing would interfere with the fulfillment she was about to savor.
Nancy then worked her thighs so that she imprisoned one of his between hers, and began sliding her cunt and down it, pressing hard against the flesh. That was more than they could take.
He brushed his tongue-tip lightly over one ripe nipple and then the other, Nancy sighing with contentment, and her breasts heaved up, jutting out almost straight, her nipples curving upward beautifully. She was getting so very aroused; yes, they were going to make it again together, and it was going to be very beautiful.
"MMMMM, yes, George, yesss ... that's wonderful ... great chew on them ... chew my nipples off ...!!!" She was whimpering and heaving so that her boobs moved up and down, brushing his chin as his mouth encircled one nipple. Nancy was nearing the brink of the pending explosion that had mustered in her enragedly excited body. She wanted to have him drive his prick shaft deep in her twathole right then, but she still wanted the attention her breasts were getting, wanted everything he could give her.
George brought one hand then down to her cunt mound, palming it and then pinching it. At first there was pain for her, then she found that it was wonderfully erotic, giving her pleasure. She had flinched at the pain at first, but then took his hand and brought it to her high mound again, pinching the back of it, telling him with her action that she loved puss pinching.
"What a wonderful lover you are George. Love you. I love you for making my body feel so good!" She wished he had a hundred pair of hands so he could play with all the love spots on her golden-white body at the same time.
He pinched her cunny again, and Nancy moaned again, his pinching fingers creating weirdly erotic sensations for her.
As Nancy got hotter and fuckier by the minute, she realized that if he didn't fuck her cooze soon, she was going to faint with the passion that she was experiencing. All her previous feelings of pain and soreness, and aching and swelling had changed to those of pure ecstasy, sublime sexual pleasure, and he was going to transfer them to sexual fulfillment very soon.
George was rubbing her hot pussy harder and faster, and Nancy began panting harder and faster. The thigh between her cunt lips was another gorgeous love instrument that was arousing her.
Nancy was a bundle of passionate nerves; he could have asked for anything then and gotten it from her. In fact, she could have insisted, even begged him, to. take whatever he wanted. She was in an extremely vulnerable position. She realized every fucking thrill that he caused to pass through fiery heat, but she wanted something more than his mouth and hands. She wanted PRICK, his COCK right there and then or else she was going to erupt like a volcano and shoot her lava all over the place. She wanted his huge cock in her boiling cunt, wanted him to pump it into her, slam her, ram her, fuck her, and then she wanted to come and come and never stop flowing her lava.
But George wanted to play with her as long as he could before humping her. He raised himself up and around, giving Nancy a shot at his pecker. She immediately began lapping at the stiff whang, sucking it from the hair-fringed base up the vein-freckled stem to the purple, helmet-shaped head. And in her position she could slide easily up and back on the staff.
Nancy had just let the fat cockhead slip in her warm mouth, and George squealed with excitement, feeling an erotic twinge shoot up his body. She had most of his meat in her sucking mouth then, lapping it lovingly, letting her mouth open just big enough to take his prick in with the very delicate of touches.
George flinched at the exotic sensation, and grabbed her head, forcing her to take it all in her loving mouth. But that was utterly impossible. George was really hung, and there was no way even the expert cocksucking Nancy could take it all in her mouth. "Don't smother me," she mumbled, fighting from being gagged.
George released her head then, realizing he could kill her if he stuffed more of his cock into her mouth. His hands reached down to her tits and began massaging and kneading them, pulling and pushing them, sinking his fingers in the warm soft flesh. One hand then moved back to grab at her shiny asscheeks and Nancy sucked harder and faster, getting more excited by the minute.
"OOOO ... MMMMMMM!" Nancy moaned her joy, wriggling her ass at his caressing hand, encouraging him to dig deeper into her slit. She was sucking his pole ferociously then, letting go of the fat, blood-engorged heat at times, and licking the vein-ridged underside from root to tip. Shivers of pleasure shook George's bent body into a half standing position; he couldn't take it like that: she was too much for him. He felt his legs getting watery and weak, and he flopped down onto the bed, releasing her mouth from its wonderful task.
"God, George ... oh, my God ... fuck me now ... fuck me, please George ... FUCK MY CUNT ... NOW ... I'm so hot, George ... so hot for your cock again ... my poke hole needs you, needs your big fat cock in it ... My cunt ... my pussy George ... it's BURNING ... FUCK ME!!!"
Nancy had practically bawled without realizing it really. Her eyes had become glazed and almost not seeing, and water had settled on the corners. But there was that sex-hungry look in them that George had come to acknowledge which meant that she was hanging onto the last thread before it broke and she shot. Her lips were flared and oozing her juices. His fingers were sliding in and out faster and faster, as much as half of his palm going into her hole. Nancy was ready, he knew, there was no doubt about her condition.
And he ferreted his fingers more rapidly in her twat, ate her breasts harder, being able to take as much as half of it at one time in his mouth. Her body was his to do as he pleased. He would pamper and lavish her with his love, the love that she had sought through the years of unsatisfied sexual life, and then he was going to give her his dong. He took another dip into her slopping hole, deep, three-fourths of his palm sliding in as her pussy expanded under the steady frigging, her juices making it more convenient and possible. But when he pulled out, it was as if he had just taken his thumb out of a dyke. Nancy reared and hunched her back, her ass pressed deep in the bed as she started to leak. She was bucking and writhing in such a frenzy as he had never seen before, and her mouth opened, her lips beginning to move in imitation of speech. "Please please fuck me, George!" She had managed to whisper.
George's cock flesh was as hard as a battering ram, rampant as it ever was, a drop of pearly semen at the tip, hanging dangerously from his cock hole. Nancy's eyes, no longer glazed as they had been a minute ago, were fixed at the organ. Shit, it was such a beautiful piece of whang, she thought. She wanted to suck on it again, wanted to drink his salty hot spunk again.
"MMmmmmmmm!" she squealed with pleasure, "OOOooooo, how nice, how beautiful ... how very fucking gorgeous. Christ! Oh God!"
Two more high dives and Nancy thought that her cunt bone was fractured. But she loved it, loved the hard smacking sound he made on her cunny every time he took his drive. But George was not in the mood for high dives; he wanted to get down to the more serious business of actually fucking her. Even after fucking and sucking the strange girl, it still seemed a novelty to him.
George began pounding her cunt from a lower height then, the height level with his cock. He'd pull almost out of her, then plunge into her, hard and fast, ravishing her, mauling her, fucking her to his heart's content. He was going to win, he'd make sure of that. But soon he settled down to a more rhythmic fuck act; he still pulled right out and descended all the way in her, but at a much slower pace.
They were pumping and humping against each other as fast as possible, fucking like a machine, in unison, their faces expressionless, their lustfully aroused minds blank, almost automatic in their response.
"Oh Nancy, you wonderful, fuckable woman! I love you, love you! I'm going to fuck your cunny until my juice runs dry, until you're nothing more than a piece of ole dried pussyhole ... And I will cream your cunthole and you will cream, and our spunk will mix, and they will make love too. Fuck, Nancy, fuck, you wonderful asshole, you gorgeous, boiling-fucking pussy-cunny!"
"I love you too George; I want you to fuck me forever. Fuck my cunt ... fuck my hot cunt box until I come and come and come ... OOOooo, it's so wonderful having your cock fuck my gluttonous pussy, stabbing it, smothering it, and yet give me life to go on living ... Oh, George, fuck me ... Fuck my hot quim ... I can feel it ... feel my spunk coming ... George ... George ... Oh, God ... FUCK ME FASTER!!!" George was concentrating then, his brow knit in heavy thought. He wanted her to come several times before he did; to wear her out. He knew he could do it, but she was gyrating that ass of hers too much, it was making control difficult, almost impossible, her body thrusting up to meet his, pulling on his own spunk every time she did.
But then he had succeeded in one part of the phase for Nancy was suddenly creaming...."Oh, shit, fucking hot shit ... Fuck, fuck ... Oh holy piss, I'm coommminnnngggg ... COMING!!" Her body jerked about as if she were being hung by the neck. She spasmed several times as her body fell into a vortex of pure pleasure, pure relief.
Nothing seemed to exist for Nancy right then; his prick was the only thing that mattered. The way that it throbbed in her pussy was the only thing in the whole goddam fucking world that made existence worth while. Gosh, he was so good for her, so hot, so stiff. There was a pulsing in her body that was growing and growing as George continued fucking his fat shaft in her cooze, reaming the distended prick flesh in her expanding-contracting hole with such vigor, such clutching tightness that made him want to go out of his mind.
Nancy, too, knew that she was hanging close to another creaming. She could feel it build up inside her body. And there it was again, and she began dropping into the pleasure vortex once more.
And George did fuck her, fucked into her snatch with all the vigor he could muster at the moment under those conditions. And it was all that she needed, all that she wanted, all that she could ask for. George fucked her with the force of an animal, burying his cock deep in her cunny hole, pumping his dong into her fuck channel so fast, so strong. She could feel the thick head of his prick against her womb, shoving it up farther back, forcing it, dislodging it from its fixed position. Nancy felt herself shatter into a thousand fragments as her body reeled with the ecstasy of her orgasm. She enjoyed it immensely, loving what was happening to her pulverized cunny, never wanting her creaming to end, praying that it go on forever.
And again Nancy spewed, the spasms wracking her entire body, shaking her vigorously, her flesh quivering and flinching her knees bucking, and almost but not quite, throwing him off the saddle of her comforting pussy and warm thighs. Nancy's body was salty with sweat and slime from her gash; she was wet and. wild with lust and fevered passion even as the third orgasm struck her.
Then George finally met his fucking end! He couldn't go on any longer. He had held out as long as possible and finally he was going to shoot his scum deep in the cunt that had given so much joy. He lunged his prick deep in her quim once more, and once more his dong sunk in her slimy, sated hole. And then he spunked, slushing his load of thick, creamy-yellow cum, shooting every bit of his white jazz into her love hole.
George, who had fucked so many other cunt's before Nancy's, reveled in the wonderment of her juicy twat, relishing, savoring the honey-filled sweetness of her gushy hole with his limping cock in it. He didn't believe any other woman could be like her; she could create emotions and sensations that he rarely knew with the dates that he had fucked. But with Nancy they were there, and they came so quickly, so easily. He felt his body weak with his ebbing lust tide as the last drops of his cream dribbled into her hole. He then pulled his half-rigid member out of her quim; it was covered with thick, coagulating spunk that she was drooling in her snatch.
"Darling, you're wonderful," Nancy told him, caressing his sweating forehead, running her fingers through his thick black hair.
"You too, my sweet fuck hole," he told her. "But I haven't finished yet. Have you had enough?"
"Me? Enough? You must be kidding ... I've only begun to fuck!"
"We will see ... we will see."
"Aaahhh, ooohhhh!" she sighed then as she felt a huge glob of their combined spunk came deep from her body. "My poor pussy ... your cream is bubbling inside ... mmmmmm ... there it is again!"
She kissed him on the lips, hanging close to him, wrapping her arms around him, refusing to let go. He was the very ground of her life being bearable. In the nights and days that would follow she would have to believe in him like she believed in Reverend Goon in order to be able to live and be aware of her own self. He had become the image with which she would have to live by. Nancy, at that crucial point of breaking emotion, would have gone down on her knees and prayed to him, had he asked that.
"You beauty, Nancy, you lovable, fuckable beauty! What a marvelous cunt you are! I want to fuck you again and again ... not just yet ... but a thousands times in the future. I want to fuck that sweet twat all I could in this lifetime of ours. I love you, Nancy!"
"I love you too, George. Please don't use that word 'fuck' again. I love to hear it-'fuck, fuck, fuck'-it makes me feel so horny, so fucky and my pussy goes ping every time you say it!" she told him, "I do need some rest down there right now!"
"Yes, you could, you randy, sexy, prick-hungry bitch! I love when your cunt goes 'ping' because that is when you'll need and crave my cock in it. No other cunt can give me such pleasure, Nancy; you're my cunny, Nancy, my own pussy whenever I want to fuck ... shit, I may join the Goonies just to fuck you all the time." It was working. With the pore of her pussy she had corralled the man!
She loved the compliment, too, and knew that he needed her. She smiled to herself; she loved to hear the man submit to her power. It was a spiritual feeling through and through.
"You're a cunt-hungry prick too, darling, and yes, certainly my pussy will always be ready and hungry for your loving dong ... Join us, it's so easy. Join us and you'll have all the pussy you want." Nancy's laughter at using the tantalizing word herself spread like wild fire to all parts of her body. She felt like she didn't laugh in a hundred years.
George showered kisses all over her lovely breasts, then, caressing her face and forehead like wet sprinkles of soft wine. He wanted her with the lustfulness of his strong male body; there was no conceivable reason to think that she would not give him the same good time she had just given him if she wanted to. And thus, with a light heart, George massaged her using his tongue like a wet rag to wash her face.
Nancy giggled at his childish affections; she enjoyed him playing with her body that way, as is she were his toy to play with at his will. There was something about the free and easy way he fucked her that made her like him more and more.
Again and again George's lustful teeth and tongue attacked her skin. She rejoiced each time he stuck his molars into her chin, and once even on her nose. But that had been a little painful, drawing water from her eyes.
And with her right hand Nancy began caressing his balls, building up his desire to once again spew into her body the hot jism they stored. With raging passion, Nancy plunged a pair of fingers into his ass hole.
Nancy wiggled her two fingers hard in the seeking membranes of his shithole, thrilling him over and over, manipulating them in the fantastic way she could caress him. Half-raised on the bed, Nancy watched eagerly as his half-hard love pole, the soft heavy balls supporting the lolling monstrous cock with its red-tipped, helmet-shaped knob peeling from the roll of encircling skin at its base. She reached for, and found it, encircling its pulsing length in her other hand, while she continued reaming his ass hole with the other.
"Beautiful!" George murmured, and arched upward as she slipped her encircling hand up and down the shaft of his then rigid prick. The fingers inside his ass hole felt so good that he didn't know if he would be able to bear the joy from it without screaming his tongue off to the clouds.
And Nancy could feel the shit hole responding to her affections there, and she hoped that he was enjoying it as much as his writhing and threshing seemed to indicate. There was nothing that she could do about the insides of his prick, but she was certain his own affections, and the natural functions of his body would take care of that for him.
Nancy watched curiously as his prick grew bigger and harder, stiffer and stronger to finally stand a full curved, rigid length of seven inches of red-knobbed, velvety-tipped man pole; the slack full balls half-lifted under the muscularly horizontal sausage-shaped meat. Interested in the sight of his again full erection, she covered the fat head and shoved her reaming fingers deeper into his ass hole.
"You gorgeous teaser, you!" he squealed with lascivious delight as Nancy massaged again and again the inner cells of his shithole.
George caressed her shoulders and neck, then closed his lips over one bulging nipple and, nibbling at it, drew the hole cone end of the luscious plump out thrust woman tit into his mouth. Nancy's nipples hardened immediately and George continued to flick his tongue deliciously, titillating first one and then the other.
"OOooo ... I like that. It's nice ... it makes me feel all lovely and tickly around between my thighs and inside my belly!"
And even as Nancy spoke, he cupped the firm plump mound between her widespread thighs and began to finger and feel her delicious young cunny. His fingers in her poke hole sent Nancy reeling into lustful glory, and at the sight of her frankly wanking herself off on his fingers, George whipped another pain into her ass hole, bent giving her the same treatment that she was giving him. Nancy bucked as the fingers stuck into her back door, and in jerking up, she pushed her cunny up around his fingers so deep that she felt them drive her womb back a fraction of an inch into her belly. And then she settled down to being fingered in both her holes, sending her reeling and squealing at the surges of the pleasure-pain.
Nancy wanked herself off even more ferociously on his fingers, jerking away at his rigid flesh more frantically, stretching the fore skin all the way down to the rippling point of its tension strength. George, though occupied with his lovely task of fingering both her holes, repetitiously stole a look down at his cock being ravished and he immediately noticed a red ring just starting to ooze his blood around the neck where the skin broke. But, instead of getting sore at her for subduing his prick to such punishment, he was, in fact, delighted to see the blood trickle from the newly ruptured skin. The sight of his own blood caused him to lance four fingers into her rapidly expanding ass hole and four in her already big open cunt. Nancy immediately bucked at the extra pain he exerted on her. Her pussy wasn't too bad; she was used to taking four fingers there. But her shit hole ached and burned as he fingered it, reaming her poor rump with lightning speed. But soon the pain ceased her hole getting used to the stretching, became more and more elastic in its texture.
And George could feel another load of his spunk steaming and boiling in his body, crying for release. He knew that he was going to shoot in a very short while if she didn't stop jerking him with such enraged fervor.
"Why, you sexy bit of hot cunt stuff," he gasped, his mouth still working on her purple nipples which he nibbled and sucked, and gulped and kneaded with his mouth practically simultaneously. "You'll have me shooting in a second in your hand. Let go of my cock, you devil you ... when I shoot, I'm going to shoot it right up your fat twat, as far up as I can get it...."
"Oh, George, George!" Nancy's red and swollen lips muttered. "I'm feeling the same fucking way, the same hot fucky-fucky way. Fuck me. George ... go on ... go on ... fuck my cunt ... FUCK ME NOW ... GEORGE ... put that great stiff big prick up my hot fucking slushy cunny again ...!!"
"In a minute, beautiful Nancy, in a minute," he replied then, his face pushed against hers while their hands worked at their mutual love making and caressing, frigging, reaming, and jerking, that they had so unobtrusively begun.
Before he plunged inside her twat, thrusting his rampant cock against her walls, he had to get her so hot that the mere thought of his pole slipping into her body and then pressing against her membranes would drive her insane with lust.
And Nancy never ceased, never for one frigging second, to wank herself off, impaling her mauled cunt on his four fingers. She then started an up and down motion as well as continuing her around and around one, forcing George's thumb that had been free all the while to rub against the hard nub of her clittie. He immediately got the picture, and began to press and rub against the hard nub of her clittie. He immediately got the picture and began to press and rub around the rapidly erecting love button. The hard slippery velvet peak was evading his thumb as he fought to keep it under, rubbing it into tight stiffness. Nancy, on the initial contact of his thumb with her clit, had arched her back, pushing her impaled pussy further onto his fingers, then to fall back only to send his other set of fingers reaming deeper into her shit hole.
"OOoooo ... it's nice ... lovely, lovely ... do that ... yessss, George ... rub it ... rub my cunt pin, my button ... hot, slippery finger tip ... I just adore rubbing off ... MMMMMmmmmm ... rub it, George ... squeeze it ... pinch it ... Ohhhh ... go on ... push your finger up, right up where my poke slit starts ... aaaahhhh, nnnn ... that's ... that's it ... further ... further ...!!" And Nancy, eyes half-closed, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, rocked up and down as George slowly fingered and felt the sweet deliciousness of her bubbling, steaming cunny.
George kissed her even more wildly, sending her into an incredible swoon-like atmosphere of her very own, loving lustful delight blasting through her like a bolt of lightning, shooting its fiery electrical waves into her one after the other.
"OOoohhhh ... I love this ... ream my asshole, George finger it deeper ... harder ... deeper ... fuck it, George ... finger-fuck my little puckered asshole ... my shithole ... I love you, George, love you ... adore you for frigging and fucking and sucking and eating my body!"
In her face George could read the signs that told him what sheer sexual pleasure she derived from his loving, reaming her both in her cunt and ass hole.
If there was anything in the world that George wanted right then, it was to fuck her sweet cunt until she thought she was floating on a big billowing cloud in the seventh heaven. But even though he was quite ready for her, he did not want to fuck her yet; there was so much more to do. George continued working his fingers in the walls of both her holes and Nancy's entire body thrashed in delirious rhythm to his probing, knowing fingers. His loving affections gave the deliciousness she had been waiting for so long.
And cooing and sighing with the immense pleasure, Nancy hungrily kissed him, desiring more of his caressing affections, wanting to feel his tongue working against hers with the deliberate fawning that she had learned to expect from him. Nancy luxuriated in the luscious pleasure, but did not let these distract her from the fact that she also had to give as she received, to give him the same thrills he was endowing and showering upon her entire inflamed body. She frenziedly worked her hand in his crotch like the old fucker that she had been before her conversion to the Goonies, and gave him the exquisiteness of knowing that the woman he was fucking really dug him more than anything else in the whole frigging world at the time.
Fiery desire raged in Nancy. There was nothing more she wanted then than to feel his long, hard cock stroking her cunt walls, but even in her present state of lust-filled sanity she could detect that he wanted to get her higher and hotter before he actually plunged her cunny into the wonderful void of oblivion.
And in great earnest, George caressed her pussy mound and hole with his strong fingers that thrilled her every time his fingers pressed each other across the thin wall separating her asshole from her cunt.
Nancy begged for more and more of the same glorious treatment he showered her with, and, as he rubbed the thin skin once more, George's thoughts flashed to his friend, Tom Biggs, Tom was a man about town and would fuck anything that had a hole. He could even fuck his grandmother were he given the chance! And it was Tom who told him that a woman got most pleasure when spanked on her bare backside and on her open cunt mound, even the slit itself if she could keep her thighs open long enough and not close them from the wonderful experience of the spanking there. George was then deliberating whether Nancy would like it or not. Anyhow, overwhelmed as he was under her caresses, decided to give it a try.
"I'll give you more, Nancy ... much more ... I'll give you something different, something that would make you soar into new heights of sublime ecstasy," George had raped at her, teeth bared at the mere thought of spanking her bare ass cheeks to a pulpy redness. He hoped she liked what he was going to do to her, and jerking away from her even as he spoke, he turned her over onto her belly, her ass plump and inviting. And there on the couch George began spanking the red rosy cheeks of her perfect-shaped ass. At first he playfully slapped her on the plumb behind, then they grew in intensity, stinging her soft flesh every time he brought his open palm down to make contact.
Nancy yelled out as the first stinging pain seared through her muscles; she didn't know whether she was hating or enjoying the spanking; but one thing was for certain-it was hurting! It was certainly a new technique and so were her screams. And Nancy continued squealing and yelling, tears dripping from her eyes, running down her cheeks.
But George, not heeding her cries of pain and extreme hurt, opened her tightly-flexed ass cheeks and, keeping them like that with thumb and forefinger of one hand to expose the puckered brown ring of the sphincter muscle of her little quivering ass hole, he brought his open palm and outstretched fingers of the other hand upon it.
"Stop that ... STOP THAT, you sadist, you maniac ... you're hurting me. Please, George, don't hit me ... don't hurt me anymore ... It hurts, really hurts!!" Nancy's sobbing had then changed to real tears as she bucked and squirmed to get away from the stinging slaps of his again descending hand.
But at the last plea, George had stopped halfway, realizing that she didn't like it. He at once fell upon her bruised, red ass, his bare chest caressing the swelling flesh, pleading with her to forgive him and that he wouldn't do it again, that he won't hurt her again.
"You spanked my bare bottom, George...!"
She cried again in an unbelieving tone of voice. "It had hurt...." she spasmically cried through the words, "It still hurts." She felt her bottom.
George, then alongside her sob-wracked figure, showered her forehead, face and neck with wet kisses, promising not to hurt her again. He hugged her tight to him then, rubbing his hand over the then bumpy skin of her red, rapidly swelling-cheeks tenderly.
However, Nancy had suddenly felt her ass hole giving off an acute tingle and she felt her cunt leaking fluids excessively. And she liked the feel her ass was emitting, she liked the erotic feel of it opening and closing, tickling her insides. Her cunny too, was doing a series of strange gimmicks, and she brought George's hand to rub and caress it, as it ached for his hand with tremendous desire. George's tongue slipped from his open mouth then and he began to bathe her golden body with it, moving down ... down ... down....
The image of her luscious cunny opening to his lips again filled his brain and he worked slowly but certainly down her body to press his face into her wide open gash.
Inside her pussy, Nancy felt a vast stimulation reeling about her walls. The tingle in her spanked ass hole grew in intensity until a ferocious itching caused her to bring her hand under her ass and rub the irritated hole caressingly. There was no way Nancy was going to forget this fuck ... this love making in fact, because the fuck was yet to come. Her cunny hole was thoroughly stirred up by the lapping he was then giving her love button, and her violent waves of pleasure were more sensual in its very nature than any Nancy could ever recall to her misted memory right then.
Nancy then inserted into her ass hole one rigid finger and began working it ever so slowly in and out, up and down, and that added to the gross delights swelling through her like an overflowing river, her body thrilling again and again to his sensitive touch. And still George didn't want to fuck her yet, though he could see that she was a hot as hell for his cock. There were still places he had not taken her as yet, and until he had done that, he would not jam his cock up her.
George took advantage of her ass-raised position to shove his tongue deeper into her snaking passage, seeking out places that had never before felt the touch of tongue. Her groans and her ferocious writhing thrilled him, rising his own hot temperatures a thousand degrees. In his recent experiences with her, he had come to love her react to him in the way Nancy was then, in such utterly abandoned pleasure.
George's nose nudged against the hairs at the top of her slit while he administered to her pussy with his vibrating tongue that made her scream again and again in wild pleasure. The feel of his nose in her upper slit, against her clittie and her pelvic bone was as weird a feeling as there ever was, making her hotter ... hotter....
"OOohhhhhh, George, George ... this is wonderful, beautiful ... so glorious ... I ... wish we would go on and on ... but ... I can't take anymore ... my cunny is aching, George ... pleasure, please fuck my pussy ... your cock, your beautiful long fat cock fuck my hot cunt ... my sweet poke hole. It's aching for your prick, George ... my boiling pussy will die if you don't give it your sweet hard prick. Fuck, George, fuck it deep and hard. Grind it, George, fuck it, squeeze it, grind my hot fucking cunthole until I have no more, until you fuck it all out...!"
"I want to fuck you too, Nancy, but first I'll fuck your bung hole with my tongue ... as far up as it will go into this juicy shit hole ... and ... and then I'll fuck your pussy ... fuck your hot cunt hole with my cock!!" And, so saying, George resumed his lapping at her shit hole, reaming her with the same flickering motions that his tongue had used so well in her pussy.
Nancy sighed deeply then, the fucking of his tongue in her ass overwhelming her pleasurably. Right then Nancy felt like she could fuck, shit, fuck and shit again-all at the same time.
"This is just too much, George ... fuck me now ... fuck my poor pussy now ... I can't take it anymore. My cunt ... my poor twat hole is steaming ... you've got to cool it, George ... cool my hot cunt, please, George ... push your prick deep inside my cunt, my hot love box ...!!!"
Nancy's ass was throbbing wildly in response to his tongue flicking in and out, around and around her then slippery shit hole. His oral member was giving her ass hole such a loving that the membranes in her cunt box were spasming and contracting with wild pleasure.
"Your tongue, George ... your tongue ... it's so beautiful ... but pleasure, please fuck me now. My cunt is bursting ... will burn up ... you've got to FUCK ME NOW, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"
But George didn't care about her desires. His taste bubs had lighted upon another delicacy, and he wouldn't let go of the glorious taste he got from the organ of excitation. He cried out from the pleasure he derived as he tasted the juiciness of her ass, dripping then and the shit juices flowing into his welcoming mouth. His tongue caught all of the savorieness of her intestinal lubricants that made him feel she was so good a woman to eat and fuck ... Not withstanding anymore of his deliberate delay, Nancy stabbed four fingers into her steaming cunt box and began vigorously jerking herself off, frantically plunging and pulling out her fingers, squeezing and rubbing her hardened nipples with her free hand.
"Go on, George ... go on. Eat my shit hole ... eat my shit ... I'm fucking myself, so don't bother to fuck me anymore. You eat ... eat it, bite it ... plunge your fucking tongue, George ... spear it ... rip it apart ... slap it ... ooohhh, yes, yes ... slap it, George. I want you to slap my ass, my ass hole. Slap my crack hard like you did before. I had loved it George, but it had hurt ... I don't care now, George, I want you to spank my ass hole ... it makes me all shivery and hot ... in ... in my cunny. I love it ... spanking ... spank my bare bottom!!!"
"Yes, yes, I will, you little holy fuckable, teasing, desirable bit of cunny hole ... I'm going to slap the shit out of your hole...!" George had obliged and, turning her over onto her belly, her fingers still frigging her cooze, George gave it to her....
George gave it to her real good and hard. With one hand spreading her white ass cheeks wide open, he commenced spanking her right there in her crack, slapping her hard and fast, her shit hole gaping open after each stinging blow.
"My gorgeous, prick-teasing beauty ... open up, my pretty, open your asshole wide ... yes ... yes, like that, you gorgeous cunt ...!!"
And Nancy was groaning and moaning, giving vent to the pleasure she received at each contact with her ass hole, the hand slapping her flesh to a pulpy red. "OOOOHHHH ... OOOOOO ... this is real sex!" Nancy bellowed in her sexy voice, spreading her thighs wider and wider, giving him a wider area to work over, squirming and gyrating her rump all the while.
"Now just draw your knees up, darling ... ah ... that's it ... and keep them wide open ... as wide as you can get them without splitting your crack in half. That's it Nancy ... that's it ... ah, what a beauty! What a picture you make wanting to be spanked in your ass, and fucked and reamed! OOOOO, so glorious, so beautiful...!" George was drooling at her lascivious glut, smacking her right on target.
Nancy was squealing and tossing her reddening bottom, but in spite of the sharp, stinging pain, she was enjoying every moment of it. Her pussy was dripping profusely from the pleasure she was getting out of the spanking on her ass hole, and the frigging of her cunt hole.
Nancy then abandoned fucking herself and went down on all fours, not losing the level of her upraised ass for one second, so as not to lose any of the groovy blows that his open palm brought her. Her whole rounded bottom was then exposed to his glazed eyes then, and upon seeing the long slit from her ass to her cunt, her legs wide apart so that her crack gaped open, George, delirious with the whole length and width of her red open fissure. He brought his open palm and stiff long fingers down onto her, reaching both her holes, smacking into them.
But George, despite the pleasure he received from spanking both her holes at the same time, he couldn't contain himself any longer. The gaping slits of her tunnels looked so inviting that he mounted her from behind, dog-fashion, thrusting his hard prick from behind between her lush thighs and, finding the soft, wet, open mouth of her luscious cunny hole, he thrust savagely sending the full seven-inches truncheon of muscle straight up and into the wet, gaping, slightly tender crack.
For a moment Nancy couldn't find her tongue. The pleasure was too much, too richly endowed upon her dog-fucked body. Finally she found her voice, and at once, implored him to give her the fuck of her life. Deliriously Nancy was screaming, bucking her ass the while, almost throwing him off her upraised humping cunt.
"OOOOoohhhh ... great, George, just fucking great. Fuck me, fuck me. Push your great, stiff cock right up me ... deep, ohhh ... deep ... deep. I'm coming, darling ... I'm coming ... aaaahhhh ... oooohhhh ... it's right up my belly ... it's frigging fucking me up ... lovely ... lovely ... beautiful hard cock ... fuck ... FUCK ...!!" Nancy was moaning and squealing through the endearing words, tossing and jerking in delicious sexual spasms.
And her sweet hot spunk spurted around his deep buried knob again and again like huge rain drops hitting bare skin. And as she began coming, so Nancy raised herself until she was half kneeling under him, pushing him up, limiting his fuck-motions, and thus keeping his rampant prick inside her bubbling, creaming cunt. Then one hand lashed out under her belly to grab at his balls, and as she started to squirt, so she pressed them up into her distended cunt opening, giving him delightful pleasure in her tantalizing touch, squeezing and kneading them in her hand, moaning softly all the while, and squirming in such a delightful way that caused his prick to jerk and lift. Then George began feeling his own hot load of cum start to rise and flood in his urethra. His balls lifted on their own accord then, paused, then began to pump, Nancy's cunt walls contracting around the trunk-like stem, pulling his spunk out of his body. His hands then slid around her naked ass, grabbed her thighs and dragged them as wide apart as they'd go, almost tearing her along the already fully-expanded slit.
And with an animal scream, and a final back into her pulverized pussy walls, George had shot his load. "What a good fuck! What a glorious fuck!" he kept murmuring to himself repeatedly, slowly withdrawing his limping member from Nancy's wide-stretched cunthole. And as the gooey monster slipped out, Nancy moaned with delight at the soft, slurping sound with which it disengaged itself from her hole.
George slid forward and when she looked over to her side, he was fast asleep. Though half-conscious herself, she poked him in the side. "Hey," she said drowsily, "I'm still horny ... get up and fuck me again."
He remained silent. She had out fucked him. She had won the bet!
CHAPTER FOUR
George was true to his word. He agreed to become a Goonie. It didn't matter to him. He wasn't going anywhere. Why shouldn't be become a Goonie?
Nancy took him down to the 'Glory Revival Center', located in an old Victorian. He was received lovingly and within two days had been shipped out to Goonville for his extensive indoctrination. Nancy promised to give him a glory fuck when he returned.
She had been congratulated on his first recruit. In fact, three days after she brought George in, she was requested to meet Robert, the district potentate for the Goonies. Next to the Reverend Goon, Robert was the most important man in the organization.
He was a tall, thin man, with a quiet demeanor. His office was in the Victorian house, up on the second floor. When Nancy stepped into his office he was sitting behind a large oak desk, sitting below an enormous picture of Reverend Goon.
"Nancy, come in, please." He indicated to a chair and the young woman sat quietly as the man smiled at her.
"Congratulations on our new member. You seem to have a knack ... I can see you'll be a very important Goonie one day."
Nancy swooned at his words. And, looking up at the picture of Reverend Goon she nearly fainted. Goodness, she thought, it was almost as if the great man himself were talking to her.
Robert moved behind the chair. "We in the Goon organization would like you to share the techniques you used-we file them away for future use ... Everything helps!"
Nancy was silent with an uncomfortable expression on her face.
Robert nodded knowingly. "Ah, I understand." Then he laughed. He pointed behind her. "There is the file. Go to it Nancy and open it under 'S'."
She did so as Robert looked at her carefully, the curl of his cock in his tight briefs swelling. And soon it was very discomforting. Though he hadn't missed a move since she had entered the office, Robert's face retained a calm, even innocent expression of open admiration as the pressure in his loins mounted. He was completely and thoroughly charmed.
And if there was any ice left to be broken, Nancy did the trick when she stood and bent over to look through the bottom file drawer. At the sight of her shimmering, pantied bottom, mounted over those sleek tapering thighs, it was all Robert could do from jumping out of his chair and molding his steaming loins onto her plump backside. He knew she would have melted against him, trembling with the eager pitch of her fevered heat.
Nancy pulled the drawer and thumbed through the 'S' file.
'My God,' she thought, 'all these are intimate files of sexual encounter's ... hmmm, hmmm.' Yes, a great deal of sexual energy had been spent to bring in new recruits. The fact that there had been others greatly relieved her. She immediately felt comfortable and at ease in the office.
"You see," Robert said from his desk, "you are not the first."
Nancy turned around and saw Robert pushed out from the desk, leaning back in his chair, fully displaying the bulging pocket-bulge. He had heard her gasp as she stared at the huge erection throbbing in his pants. There was immediate hunger throbbing in his pants. There was immediate hunger written all over her lust-twisted, tongue-licking face.
Through her parted lips her lush soft tongue had brushed her full lips suggestively and her eyes hungered with glinting lust. Nancy wanted one thing and one thing only right then; she wanted his hard cock flesh, and she wanted it in her hot squishy cunny hole. She shivered with joy and anticipation as his fingers slid up the soft and teasingly irritant fabric of her skirt.
In one swift motion Nancy had pulled her skirt up over her lush hips to bunch it there around her slim waist, and wiggled her cunt mound in his embrace. She reached then between his thighs and fondled his prick which strained against the fabric of his pants. Nancy unzipped the fly of his pants real fast then, and with trembling fingers, pulled the rigid cock free of the confines of his jockey briefs.
She moaned at the sight of the hard quivering meat, and sharp little thrills shot down her spine to her moist crotch. His cock was so stiff and strong, standing between his thighs like a bar of smooth solid iron.
Robert had then pulled her to him and their mouths had met in a long hungry kiss, their tongues winding and probing the caverns of their mouths, slithering, snaking all over the roof and base. Nancy then grabbed her luscious titties and began rubbing the hardening nubs of her nipples on his bare chest, driving them into his iron hard flesh, while his bobbing prick ground against her rounded thighs, trying to find her fat cunt mound. She was really turned on; she was flattened against him and had to remove her titillating hands from her boobs, letting them drop to his cock to guide it to her thick throbbing pussy rise. Nancy was floating, lost in the glorious ecstasy of the touch as she felt the cock touch her cunt, burning its heat through the thin panty-crotch.
"Holy Goon! You've got such a big whang!" Nancy panted as their tightly sucking mouths unfastened.
"I keep it in shape, honey; lots of meditation."
She then took the thick pulsing head in her palm and ran her smooth hand over its hard length. Reaching below, she fingered his swollen sacs, lifting and rolling his balls, juggling and weighing the heavy scum-filled beauties. The feel of all his virility was driving Nancy wild, and when he slipped his fingers down the front of her panties, she thought she was going to melt in his probing touch. Her breath began coming in little ragged gasps, and Robert guessed it had been at least three or four days since she had been last serviced.
With no small effort, he forced himself momentarily to break the spell of her eager caresses to go lock the door. Don't want to get caught like this, he had thought.
And at the door, Robert turned around to face her, watching the effect of his rampant erection register on her face. From across the room it looked to her like some kind of ugly crowbar standing out from his powerful body. Nancy groaned then, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her palm, her cuntlips throbbing in eager expectancy.
"Oh, Robert...!" she moaned then, unable to stand his deliberate delay any longer.
"Hot today, aren't we?" Robert had continued to tease her.
"Oh, I've been needing it all week, ever since George left to Goonville!"
Her erect, bulging nipples tingled fiercely in the confines of her bra. She began unbuttoning her sweater, and her pert breasts thrust out daringly, quivering in the confines of her wispy brassiere.
Nancy then undid a small bow in front her big melons bounced free as the bra fell away, her pink nipples stiffening immensely at the thrill of exposure. And as they became harder, the pinkness turned darker and darker, until they settled for a dark purple hue, by which time the nubs had swollen to bursting capacity.
Robert then closed the gap in between them, unbuckling his belt as he did. And stripping his pants and shorts to his knees, he gently lifted her onto the desk top and moved in between her luscious thighs, his cock riding up the front of her panties. Nancy slid her flesh-clad legs around his hairy ass cheeks, then, and began hunching against him.
And as if to savor the electrifying thrills of each other's lusting body, and to tease themselves to the fullest, they began a wonderful dry-humping in a jerking, sensuous motion. Robert could feel her perfumed lust filling his head as she ground her panties snatch against his taut scrotum was driving him out of his mind. He could feel her lusting wetness through panties and his head spun in the excitement of the cool touch.
Robert felt himself nearing the eruption point dangerously. Her legs were clutching at him spasmodically from behind, but he managed to squeeze his hands between their bodies and grab the waist band of her flimsy panties. He pulled them down from her lust feminine bush then and felt her shudder of pleasure as the knob of his heating meat probed her right genitals.
"OOOohhh ... oh shit, Robert, shove it ... shove it in...!" she pleaded. "Hurry ... please ... I'm going to pop any minute!"
With all the ease and mastery at his command, Robert slid his thick prong into her moist fluttering channel. He worked it into her on smooth, deft strokes, gauging its power over the exciting, silken female flesh of her ripe moist cunny hole.
And Nancy was making choking little cries of lust and her hands squeezed his shoulders, her nails digging into the hard flesh. He could feel the hot rigid nipples poling at his shirt as her firm breasts rolled and squeezed under his chest.
Robert let go of her panty top to grasp at her cunny lips, and the waist band snapped up around his balls cupping them against her and tightening his snug fit in her honeyed pot. Mmmmmmmm, thought Robert, this is what one would call 'getting into her panties.' The sensation was maddening, but he maintained control, and began his thrusting motion with an easy motion with an easy rhythm. Meanwhile, Nancy had slid down the desk until her rounded ass was on the edge of it, her toes just touching the floor. And in that position, her pussy mound thrusting up at him to form a solid fucking pad, Robert screwed her steaming pussy.
"OOOHHHHhhh, Robert!" Nancy purred, shaking her head from side to side as pleasure after delirious lusting pleasure ripped through her entire flaming body.
What a piece of nookie this one is, Robert thought. This was how he liked his sex; a raw, spontaneous eruption of woman lust-no qualms, no hang-ups, no regrets.
And, like Robert, Nancy too was really getting into it. But hers was harsh, brutal in its very nature, and expecting brutality merely for the consolation of her hot unsatisfied cunt. She was wrenching her hips roughly from side to side, around and around against the edge of the hard desk which was sinking into her soft succulent ass flesh. And as she felt her arousal awakening further, she was writhing and squirming her panting bottom all over the edge, gorging herself on his pumping cock flesh, grinding her lust cunt against his pelvis.
Then Robert moved into second gear, serving it to her from his powerful thighs in long deep thrusts. Nancy's pussy walls tightened around his fucking cock then, their bellies slapping and grinding as her thighs worked under him in a pedaling motion, sliding one pussy lip against the other, juicing herself the more for his hard thrusts.
"Ah ... AAAHHHhhh ... fuck me, fuck me faster ... OOOooo OOOOOHHHHHHH...!" she was bawling, her voice trailing in a deep tremorous whine. "Fuck me Robert ... harder ... HARDER ... HARDER . .!"
Her fuck spasms were shooting thrills through and up and down Robert's plunging cock, and when she reached around and squeezed his balls through the clutching panties, that was all it took. He drove his sledge-hammer feverishly and felt his loins explode in her slushy canal, and Nancy was going off again, shooting off all the pent-up scum that had been crying to be ejaculated from her fuck-famished body.
And as the fuck spasms of her jerking cock and her sucking cunt started ebbing, they let the delicious final tremor wash through their bodies. Nancy's hands dropped from his balls, and they both grunted and panted, breathing in hard and blowing out hot foul air.
Robert slowly eased his softening prick out of her dripping pussy hole, untangling himself from her panties. And, as if in homage of the wonderful task it had just accomplished, she reached down and gently grabbed the softening, scum-coated prick, caressing and squeezing it lovingly. He then took one of her pink nipples in his lips, gently tonguing the throbbing tip, licking the sides and then closed his mouth around it.
"Oh, lover, you really do deliver," she sighed...."Why don't we do this more often."
Robert had just decided that they would get together more, but he quickly sensed the need for caution. He realized that Nancy could be quite demanding in the passion of her lust hunger, and unless he kept their relationship in its proper perspective, that fact could spell trouble for his position in the Goonie organization.
All the while Nancy had been holding his prick in her hand, and now she started massaging it and fingering it gently. And even at half-mast, she reveled in its magnificence.
"Shit, Robert, you have such a nice big cock! So big and so beautiful ...!" If only I could have one like it every night ... all mine ... damn, if only men knew what a good loving and banging a woman needs...!"
Robert knew. Many of the young women of the organization had said the same thing.
"Oh, lover," Nancy gasped, "he's coming back to life already!"
"You see, Nancy," Robert grimaced, "you'll get your share."
Her eyes flashed at the encouraging words. "Mmmmmm, I don't know if I can ever get enough of this big beauty!"
Robert's stalk was standing at stiff attention once again, it's purple head glowing with renewed vigor. And Nancy sank to her knees in front of him, gazing at the rapturous sight. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, her panties half-way down her thighs.
She slid her hands up the back of his thick hairy muscular thighs then, and squeezed the hard muscles of his buttocks. Her tongue darted out hungrily from her mouth as his awesome muscle throbbed in her face. Her eyes had resumed their dreamy gaze as she leaned forward and slipped her soft, ice-pink lips over the helmeted crown of the cock.
She drew on it hungrily, sucking like a little girl with a candy cane. She licked the hanging scrotum with her fluttering tongue and her fingers caressed and fondled his soft hanging testicles. Nancy was moaning from deep inside her throat, and the action of her full lips on the cum-slick staff of his stick was quickening in its tempo.
Robert leaned back in his reclining chair, "Yeeeaaahhh he thought, just another day in the office ... what a great man Reverend Goon was!" He reveled in the joy of his ranging prick being sucked into her mouth and down her lovely throat.
CHAPTER FIVE
At nineteen, Jack Flat was six-feet-two, one hundred and eighty-four pounds, dark-haired, and very, very handsome. With his perfect athlete's body, many of the Goonie women fell for him; he certainly gave them what he could; not his precious dick. Jack Flat had ambition! He was going to be the top Goon one day, so he took heed when they pointed out that sex, drinking, and smoking could deter him from his great goal. Jack was still a virgin.
He would just Wet himself in his sleep when his balls could hold no more. One thing he was good at was gardening, and dreamed that one day he was going to get himself a Goonie retreat in an acre of well-wooded land with its own garden, lake and all.
In back of the Victorian was a spacious garden and Jack set himself to work there in the early morning. He felt good that day; his muscles flowed and rippled easily as he spaded the hard earth. A smile set into his darkly handsome features; the summer had just begun and he had already advanced in the Goonie organization. He wondered how much it would take....
A melodic voice cut short his thoughts. It was the beautiful Nancy. He felt a bit sheepish as he stood there taken by surprise. He turned and they stood for a long instant looking at each other in negatively-charged silence.
They were both becoming conscious of the length of their pause when Nancy broke the silence with an outburst of musical laughter.
Jack cleared his throat. "Good morning Miss Drew," he said then, joining in her laughter.
"Hi, call me Nancy, Jack, if you like. I see you're the gardener; I ... you ... didn't seem to be...."
"Really, Miss Drew ... uh, Nancy," he replied, "there are lots of ways to help the Goonies out. And I like flowers ... gardening on the whole."
"Well," Nancy smiled, "I'm glad for you ... You look like you could use something to drink."
"Yeah, sure. I was just going to take a break any ... "
"Lemonade?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Ohhhh! Those muscles," she squealed girlishly. Her dark brown eyes flashed as she turned to walk back across the yard, the clinging sheath of her summer dress leaving little of her voluptuousness to his imagination, as his eyes moved with her receding body. Her ass swelled in the most exciting fashion as the shift flared over her hips. Nancy seemed like the very embodiment of lustful desire.
Nancy, however, began having doubts as to whether she had made a mistake in picking out him as a lover. Would he fuck her cunt? She asked herself. She had conjured up very erotic fantasies in her tortured mind about the man the first time she laid eyes on him back at Goonville.
Nancy returned, not so full any more of her previous fervor, carrying a tray with two tall glasses of lemonade.
Jack followed the graceful movement of her delicious body as she led him to a chaise and table in the garden. She reclined on the chaise and held the lemonade up to him. Jack took it thankfully, sitting down next to her. As he took a long pull on the cold drink, he noticed that two buttons were open at the bottom of her shift, showing a marvelous expanse of her creamy thighs.
Nancy then crossed her legs self-consciously and the exciting display of her tightly packed thighs started Jack's imagination going. He drank in her full luscious curves, and felt the tightness on his loins growing to a visible bulge. He had never felt like that before; he had to take stock of himself. But their nearness and the current of arousal from such close proximity only enhanced his bulge in the tight jeans, and that resulted in another weighty pause. Nancy broke it again, only this time her voice was thick and heavy with desire. The itching that had began that morning was growing immensely in her pussy.
"Your shirt seems awfully wet Jack ... Maybe you should take it off. It's going to be another scorcher today, you know!"
"Yes," he replied haltingly, "It is, isn't it?" He stood up and pulled the sweat-soaked T-shirt over his head. Jack heard a little sigh escape her lips as his smooth chest with its bulging pectoral muscles was bared to her glazed-enlarged eyes.
"Here," she lifted a towel from the tray, "I brought you this."
Jack slowly wiped his face, arms and gleaming torso, over his thick middle hair line down to the waist band of his jeans. He realized then that Nancy was excited with his youthful body.
As he resumed his seat, Nancy had fully recovered from her initial shock, and began chattering about yard-work, the Goonies, anything that would keep the conversation running.
Jack did nothing to help though. His eyes were fixed on her exposed thighs, and only mumbled or nodded his head when she asked him something. Nancy then uncrossed her legs lifting the top one high, making sure he saw her red-pantied cunt mound. She then stretched them, crossing and uncrossing them as she continued talking, trying to ease the ever mounting irritating itch in her hot, juicy cunt hole. She could feel the dampness in her panties, and was getting quite uncomfortable. She had to get him in there soon or else she was going to explode. His nearness was very discomforting if he had no intention of fucking her. In working her legs in those ways, her shift was gradually sliding higher and higher. Jack saw that she was doing it intentionally and his eyes bulged when he saw the slim nakedness of her thighs above the hose. Nancy knew fully what she was going to do-she had to get her rocks off, even if she had to rape him. And then she shifted again, her legs parting briefly, and for another instant, he caught a second glimpse of her bright-red pantied snatch.
Jack must have been staring for he suddenly became aware that Nancy had stopped talking and, when he looked up, he found her eyes on his. She had been watching his handsome features all the while, and now she stared him in the eye, daring him to touch her quivering flesh. Nancy then licked her full red lips and her eyes dropped nervously to the well in his jeans, which was beginning to ache him from constriction. This time her voice broke when she spoke.
"Do you like my legs, Jack?" My ... my thighs? ... Have ... have you ever played with a girl's legs ... all the way ... up to her ... up to her....?"
Jack had only nodded dumbly, and realizing that her bantering tongue had just failed to make it, he helped her. "I'd like to play with yours," and when he gleamed at her, her eyes were focused at his equipment. As though the effort were great, she reached down then to lift the hem of her sheath, exposing her sleek thighs and the leg bands of her panties.
"Would you really like to play with me ... my legs ... my crotch ... my bare crotch ... my cunt, yes, my cunt Jack?"
That one hit Jack like a bullet in the gut. No woman had ever been so lewdly explicit to him before. He had played with a lot of cunts before, but had never in his entire life heard one mouth suck vulgar obscenities.
Nancy had inched over closer to him, and slipped her arms around his thick neck. His arms somehow, unknowing to him, came around her slim waist, as her soft and fragrant mouth touched his lips. Jack trembled at the impact of her kiss and stiffened when her excited tongue brushed lightly across her lips.
"I like your looks, you Goon you," Nancy panted in his ear as they broke for breath. "I love your feel, your smell, your arms. ... You're a man, and I hope you're as strong with your prick as you're with your shovel." Nancy had finally lost her modesty.
Her words fired him again, and Jack crushed her against him in an iron grip, mashing her hard breasts against his barrel chest. Her hands stole between his legs then, unzipping his fly....
Sometime later Jack became aware of her hoarse whisper: "Let's fuck, right here. No one will be the wiser. They're all in the meditating ... I have to get out of these clothes."
During the few silent moments that had lapsed, Nancy's panties had gotten bunched at her knees in a scarlet swath as Jack's hands had been constantly working at them. And his hand was then moving under the lap of her sheath, his bronze prick sticking out of his jeans like a big, shining cannon.
"Gracious God, so beautiful, so fucking glorious!" she had whimpered dreamily as his rod became exposed to her glazed eyes.
The flimsy briefs caught on his swollen knob, and their silken feel made his meat jerk. How much he missed, he thought. Fuck the Goonies and his ambitions! He plucked the whisper shear things off his horizontal prick and ran after her, his cock a battering ram in front of him.
Nancy slid back down on the chase, her skirt unbuttoned to her rounded belly, so smooth and enticing, her thick tangle of pussy fur pulling at him like a magnet. Jack had never seen a naked cunt before, and his eyes bulged and glazed at the slightly parted pink twat, causing his cock more pain as it started to slap against his belly over the waistband of his pants, jerking spasmodically to get into the lush poke hole he was staring so lustfully at.
He dropped down beside her groaning, writhing body, and began fingering her dripping cooz immediately. It was leaking its secretions profusely then from their foreplay and Jack's two fingers slid in and out with wonderful ease-plop, plop, slurp, slup-as he began to finger-fuck her twat vigorously. Nancy cooed and ooed, loving the feel of his strong stiff fingers in her dripping love hole. She reached down then to grasp at the big loving cock she'd been so tempted by. Her need for his cock in her cunt was a flaming goad in her loins, needing it like one needs water.
"Come on, fuck me, you loving prick! I adore cock in my cunt. I love the feel of a big fat prick fucking my hole, tearing me, ripping my cunt walls apart. My darling man-pole, my cunny needs your big hard prick....Come on, darling, fuck my hot cunny, my fiery pole hole ... fuck it and fill it with your thick spunk!" And so saying, Nancy pulled his steadily on top of her, encouraging him to ram his rod in her willing hot cunt that was drooling her scum.
"I've never fucked before Nancy ... I ... I ... really don't know how ... I don't know what to do really," he said ashamed.
"Don't worry, my young buckoo! I will teach you how to use that loving thick pricky of yours."
Realizing what she had to deal with, Nancy laid herself out straight, still quivering slightly, and pulled him between her open thighs, onto her gaping cunt. Her little moans of expectancy were muted as if they came from a distance, as she grasped his rigid member and began frantically rubbing the swollen knob in her long and deep crevice, and then into her pulsing softness.
At the heated contact of his stiff hot prick, Nancy's legs swiftly and suddenly flared up and looked around his waist, driving his prick into her throbbing cunny up to the hilt, in one swift motion, swallowing all seven thick inches in her hungry tunnel.
Jack began experiencing that new level of pleasure wherein a boy is suddenly transformed into a man the eroticism of his first sexual intercourse. He could feel his body tense pleasurably as he plunged his cock into her pussy, lurching and rocking, squealing and pumping gleefully like a maniac, his prick flesh throbbing in her tightening hole, and then, suddenly, exploding thick white jets of his spunk, spurring it into her receptacle, his body jerking wildly. He let out a shuddering moan then, but it was muted by his clenched teeth.
And as his steaming cream hit her womb mouth, Nancy was screaming, "Oh Jack, Oh, my Jack!!!" she could feel the hot boiling spurts of his sperm hit her, only to return, and drown his prick in it as it filled her to brimming point. And as his spasming subsided, Nancy tried to keep his member as long as she could in her contorting heat. But it lost all its hardness and slipped out, covered with coagulating white cream. Nancy covered the head of it in her palm lovingly, as he rolled off her onto his back.
"Just lie stiff, dear," she soothingly told him, looking up at his tormented face, his eyes clamped shut, shit body shivering, his lips cock flesh still throbbing softly in the gently, caressing hand.
Jack couldn't fathom what had happened, why it had happened so quickly. That wasn't his first orgasm; but the few others he'd worked himself into by rubbing his hard prick against a satin-covered pillow, had been actually unsatisfying and the sensations he'd experienced afterward were very frustrating, rather disgusting.
It seemed to him that there had been no warning that he was going to shoot; it had just happened. The feel of her warm, hot in fact, cunthole, contracting and relaxing like a suction around his cock, the warmth of the lips he'd been kissing, and the lusting smell of her body, had all clashed into one terrific image, and that was when he had bolted and his cock had spewed into her beautiful, glorious cunny hole.
Jack then felt relentless guilt overwhelming him. He had wished then that he could vanish. He was blushing, he knew, and, worst of all, he was thoroughly ashamed. He had never been more embarrassed in all his young life.
Nancy, realizing what he was going through, quickly fell into his arms and held him close. She kissed his lips and blushing cheeks, almost maternal in her affection.
"It's all right ... it's all right Jack ... nothing's wrong! What happened was natural. Don't screw your face up that way! I tell you, it's okay Jack. OOOooo, Jack, Jack ... it was beautiful!"
"I think I should go back to work, Nancy," he murmured. "I think I really should ... I feel so terribly awful!"
"Oh, darling Jack, listen, listen to me. It was natural. Your penis did just what it should do. Didn't I have an orgasm before when you were fingering my pussy! That was beautiful and natural too. It was very, very beautiful, Jack darling, believe me. Come now, relax your body and let me kiss you and let me touch your cock, and maybe we could make it hard again, even harder than it was. Then you could fuck me and cum again, and again if you could. You'll see, my sweet young lover, how smashing it is, and how I love it, love when you fuck my cunny, and how you'll love fucking me too."
"I'm going to clean myself. I feel so unclean, so dirty," he said then, agreeing with her explanation, starting to get up.
"Oh no, Jack, don't wash away all that sweet cream!" she practically shouted. "Just lie back and relax and I'll clean you, okay? I'll clean you up all good and nice!"
Jack was overwhelmed with the pure ecstasy of her mouth of his cockflesh-that with just having his first fuck, and now his prick was being swallowed down her lovely throat. His inner self then surfaced and the man in him took hold of his better self. He would never be able to explain his next actions. He doubled up, turned her around in the famous 69 position, only her on the chaise they were on their sides. Jack had never done this before and, even though he probed his inner thoughts, was never able to come up with an explanation for his actions then. And throughout the position-change, Nancy had continued slurping on his rod, her head bobbing up and down, as if she were undisturbed. As the change was completed, his head came level with her feet, and he began tickling her to, tenderly brushing his lips sensually across them, blowing cool air between them.
"Oh, my toes, they feel so nice; but they aren't clean, Jack. Don't you do that!" Nancy mumbled between sucks but not wanting him to stop either, as she suddenly realized what a wonderful fetish her toes were. Another love spot, she thought. So many love spots, and so little loving for even one of them.
"They're clean for me," Jack said softly, and Nancy could immediately visualize him a grown, experienced lover sitting at her naked feet, stroking her ankles as he was doing then, his fingers caressing and fondling her toes, both her baked feet clutched to his two hands, grabbing them as if they were about to escape.
"Do you like me Nancy?" Jack's deep dark eyes were beaming into her.
"Yes, Jack, I do very much. I even love you. You're a young and wonderful lover, and I want to have you fuck my hot pussy whenever we get the time. My pretty little garden will always need your tending." She sucked harder on his whang then as if to emphasize her meaning.
Nancy was as sexually aroused as she could remember. A terrifying tenderness welled up in her, and she felt her eyes moistening, her heart skipping beats. She palmed his hard buttocks then and sucked harder on his meat. And Jack's hands had moved above her knees, kneading the warm, milky-whit flesh of her lower thighs. Nancy could feel her cunt lips parting for him, her rich cream oozing as he let his fingers climb ... higher ... higher....
"Let's get more comfortable," Nancy told him, wanting to get all she could from their, actually first, loving, not wanting to prevent him from turning her heat with little inconveniences. She rolled over on her back, and Jack took up his position alongside her.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" she mouthed, drawing his mouth closer, closer to her throbbing sex pit. She bent over and kissed his head then, and turning it gently, she kissed his ears, wetting them with the sensitive tip of her delicate pink tongue. Then she bent his head back and kissed him fully on the mouth.
"Oh, Jack!" Nancy then sighed, "It's beautiful, darling. Jack, Jack ... what are we doing, where are we going ...!"
"We're going to the garden to water the rose bushes. Don't you want me to feed the water them?" he replied to her silly question. If she wanted to play games, he was willing to play ball. How foolish and dumb could women get, he thought. She knew fully well I'm going to fuck her cunny, and yet she asks those silly questions!
"Oh, Jack, Jack ... Oh, my little darling!" Nancy was crying, wet tears dribbling down her rosy cheeks, her body shuddering as she felt him slowly but inevitable approaching her dribbling twat, his breath fluttering her cunny hair on both sides of her pulsing vagina. How wet she was! Nancy was flooding then, and when she first felt one finger touch her slippery pussy lips, she convulsed and gripped his head tight, kissing his face madly, her tongue smashing and swirling in and out of her mouth, his tongue colliding with hers in long, sucking, wet kisses.
Lowering his head with her hands still gripping it tightly, he slowly parted the insides of her warm, soft thighs.
Then the loving, probing tip of his tongue came into the glorious picture, dipping, exploring, parting the damp hairs along her slushy hash, exposing the thick shiny inner lips of her steaming pouring pussy.
"Oh, Jack, Jack!!" Nancy then screamed, as he sank his tickling tongue into her marvelous perfumed wetness.
At the same time he wheeled around and presented his pecker to her lips. The erection was bobbing inches away from her face, her mouth hung slack, flecked with foam, her face a twisted lust mask. His pecker was a huge scepter screaming to stab between her oozing thighs and plumb the depths of her throbbing fuckhole with its purple head until she shrieked with the pleasure of it.
A shiver of ecstatic pleasure sparked through his entire body when she cupped his backside and slipped her mouth over his cock head in one smooth quick motion that took his very breath away with its aggressiveness.
Her mouth began moving faster and faster, her fingers teasing his balls and tearing at the thick hair that covered his cock base. Jack's hands then locked around the dark rim of her skin lined waist and his hips began to undulate, increasing the already urgent rhythm of her frantically sucking, slurping mouth.
Nancy could feel the honeyed stings spreading in her bubbly cunny hole then, and suddenly she was screaming, "Fuck me Jack, fuck me!" Over and over Nancy had shouted, her fingers digging into his ass-cheeks, sucking so hard on his rod that he thought she was going to root it off.
His frothy cum was smeared all over her lips making her mouth look wonderfully fucky as she withdrew from his exploded cock. And she felt the wash of her own cunny juice oozing in the flesh next to her thighs and straining down the front of the man's face. She leaned for the prick again, slurping and sucking until she could detect the lively flicker of another awakening.
Jack then pulled her to her feet and the stiffening cock slipped from her lips with a nice plopping, bottle opening sound. They were both glassy-eyed and dazed with lust for the other's body. It had all happened so quickly that it was hard to conceive.
He grabbed her full waist then and Nancy came to him like a homing pigeon, writhing against his naked body, licking her lips in anticipation of his fat cock in her dripping cooze.
Jack then sank his fingers into the flat surface of her belly and into the hair of her wet snatch. He gently laid her down again on the chaise. Kneeling over her, he seized her open mouth in a warm demanding kiss, then trailing his lips over her cheeks, throat, neck ... Nancy had his prick again and was pumping it gleefully.
"Mmmmmmmm," he growled, "I thought you were going to pull it off before. You were sucking on it so hard!"
"Oh, Jack," she said, panting slightly from her recent laborious task. "I just adore this man cock ... giant cock, I should say, we could never have it like this before, so I want to make the best of it. I hope we could do this often. My pussy is hot and ready for your darling cock, honey, it's watering for your prick!"
Jack, by that time, had surrounded one juicy nipple with his lips, and Nancy squealed with the ecstasy of the breast loving he was giving her. Her hand squeezed hard on his rod then as if to say she loved what he was doing.
"Oh, Jack, I could never get enough of this glorious fat cock of yours. I adore pricks, especially one as big and strong as yours. Oh, don't stop ... you're so good with my boobs!"
Jack went on rasping her pleasures as he gave her massive melons a sensuous massage with both his hands, kneading and cupping the soft warm flesh, sinking his fingers into them, pulling them out as far as they'd go.
Jack teased one rigid nipple then the other, licking and lipping the spikes to quivering stiffness. He trailed his fingers down her smooth body and felt her freeze as they once again invaded her voluptuously gifted forest of her pubic bush, and then they dipped into her hot wet cunt.
He massaged her swollen elongated clit and Nancy's hips began to undulate spasmodically. She wanted his raging cock in her dripping gash right then, but Jack wanted to tease her first. His lips moved between her large melons then downward, slowly, agonizingly, in the direction of her pulsing passion lips. Nancy writhed with the heat of her torment, straining for the feel of his cock, for the hot ecstasy of his plunging prick in her body, instead of the feel of the expert tongue that was teasing over her belly, slithering through her bush and then touching....
But this isn't too bad either, she thought at the first touch. She gave a tortured little scream and threw her long legs around his neck, welding his mouth to her steaming cunny hole. He scooped up the big cheeks of her backside then in his hands and plunged his tongue into her depths and Nancy thrashed and bucked with the pleasure. Ecstasy surged through her as her fingers clawed at his hair, while she was screeching obscenities only that spurred him on, licking and lapping her throbbing passion hole, her raging hot sex pit.
Nancy was gliding on the after shivers of her voluminous creaming when his mouth finally left her juicing pussy to mount her. Through her fuck-crazed mind Nancy saw him guide his swollen knob between her lush wet thighs. He lunged it into her cunny mouth with a groan, and suddenly his driving, fucking hips were lifting her to renewed heights again. His pistoned prick with all his vigor and they both went into the glorious orbit of fucking and getting fucked. Wham ... bam ... slurp ... fuck ... fuck ... in and out of her juicy steaming pussy hole went the massive cock flesh.
And Nancy was clawing at his back with her long talons, her legs locked around his plunging torso, writhing and grinding her fat cunt mound against his pelvic bone, when she felt him explode inside her twat, shooting his spunk against her tender womb mouth, flooding her fat cunt hole until it was running over.
Jack was beside himself with lust. He pulled his pecker out and lowered himself to her pussy. As his tongue explored Nancy's glistening pussy, making her entire body chant with passion and weave gloriously, her hot weeping pussy a full meaty meal guaranteed to fill his hearty appetite, Nancy had begun to rub her hard nipples in small circles, barely touching the sensitive tips, wringing joy from them, squeezing, stroking, making them more erect and purple-tipped as she ever did. Jack was sucking and lapping, stabbing his piercing tongue in and out of her yawning, sweet pussy hole, her cunt convulsing and fuming with her heat as his tongue churned over every inch of her delicious wetness.
Nancy was seething with pleasure as the throes of her orgasm gripped her. She was sweating profusely, and grunted each time she felt his sharp teeth nibble at her love button, causing her lust sensations to surge and surge within her boiling cunny channel. She tossed and writhed, and quivered when he would spear his stiff tongue deep up in her hole, whipping it back and forth, up and down, straining to give her the intense pleasure she was so hungry for. And she was grinding her cunt mound, the lips opening with the pressure, against his cunt-eating mouth, forcing more of his head inside her, wishing she could take his whole head inside her hungering snatch.
Nancy then began to cry, real tears, when his hand darted to grab one firm nipple that she was so frantically teasing. His fingers massaged and teased the swollen tip, his thumb pressing it deep into her breast, and then his fingers would pull it out again, stretching it, making her scream with the delight of the sensation. Her orgasm, accompanied with brilliant flashing lights, came from deep within her lusting body. It struck her with the force of thunder, the initial impact staggering her, almost driving the living breath out of her body. She was lost ... lost and floating.
Nancy howled and gripped and pushed his head so hard in her puss that he thought she would smother him. She pulled at his hair and buried his head in her wide-stretched cunny slit until the second spasm of her blinding orgasm almost lifted her off the chaise. She ground her soaking wet cunt into her lover's face, writhing and gyrating her lust hips, feeding her breasts, with the massaging attentions they cried out for, moaning and crying out.
"Oh, my God in heaven!" she moaned as the ever-increasing waves of tormenting passion swirling over her began to subside gradually, her shimmering, hot cunt coasting down to earth, an ethereal feeling settling over her like a beautiful white fleecy cloud.
"Hoooh, Jack ... Jack ... Oh, God!" Nancy sighed, "you sure know how to blow a cunt! Oh, Jack that was wonderful! That was the best cunt-blow I ever got!" Nancy let him know she loved it.
With a murmuring "mmmmmm," Jack's knowing tongue licked clean the creamy spunk from the insides of her thighs and gaping pussy slit, his lips kissing down to her knees. Then he sat back on his haunches, staring up at her, smiling handsomely, pleasure with his good work.
"You're wonderful, darling, such a wonderful creamy cunt! I bet you can't get enough cock to fill this to fill this hot fuck hole of yours! Hey, are you okay? I'd like to get my rocks off too!"
"In a moment, my handsome cunt-licking prick!" Nancy mouthed, still breathing deeply. "That was groovy ... so very groovy!"
Jack was squeezing his great erection and rubbing his nuts all the while, staring into her still open cooze as if it were a specimen of some kind. Nancy grinned and opened her cunt slit wider for him so he could get a better view of her dribbling pussy hole.
It was so red and wonderfully sweet in there when she opened the pouting lips with her fingers that he could see it glistening from the abundant saliva mixed with her creamy cum, the lot seeping out of her open hole and running down her ass crack. Her pubic bush was all mussed up and she used her fingers to comb it out, causing his cock to throb and jerk at the sight.
Nancy then rammed three fingers between her wet purplish cunny lips, and brought them up to her mouth and, looking intently at Jack, licked them clean with her tongue. The sight of her open vulgarity pleased him, and he began frantically to wank his huge rod. Nancy did the trick again and he inched in closer to stare. Then she inserted the three fingers inside her mucous-coated, com drenched cavern, giving a little pleasurable squeal as she did, and Jack licked his lips, jerking away faster at his huge rod. Nancy repeated the lewd action, then sucked her fingers clean, waving and whipping her tongue over them before sucking them into her open mouth completely. The action had its desired effect of her fuck partner.
He was then delirious with pleasure and so was Nancy again. The sight of him jerking his magnificent prick away had started that familiar horny itching in her cunny going. Her pussy started to throb and pulse with renewed mounting lust. Her juices were still flowing, although with less intensity, but they still leaked down her ass crack and onto the chase lounge. Lying on the lounge there, her naked body stretched out, breasts undulating so provocatively as she breathed deeply in and out, her fingers still dipping in to her cunt, vanishing and then reappearing, only then to wet her erect nipples with the creamy stuff, smearing her liquids over her big creamy breasts, Nancy began to feel soppy and wonderfully itchy in her asshole.
Like when she awoke that morning, with the feeling of her pulsing bung hole. She had climbed out of bed and studied her hair brush. The handle was round, almost but not quite the size of Jack's prick. It certainly wasn't half as long, that was for sure! Grinning at her dishevelled image in the mirror, she fell back on the bed and, lying on her belly, gently inserted the handle up into her ass channel. She then began moving it slowly in and out, then increasing the speed, she raised up on her knees pulling and pushing the brush in and out, fucking her own asshole, frigging herself with it as deep as it would go.
Not a single pain! And Nancy was really enjoying the pressure the brush created, distending her brown ringed back door to fit it. And she had thought that she felt a twinge in her cunt. So, reaching up with her free hand, she had started playing with her love button, and soon she could feel the natural flow of her passion bewitching her mind and body as she increased the friction in her hole.
Really, there's nothing to it, she had told herself, pulling out the handle from her tight asshole with a loud plop, like that made when opening a wine bottle. She had then stood up, blew a kiss to her image, and padded on bare feet to the bathroom. But it's beautifully irritating, she told herself again.
While letting the shower thermostat adjust to the required temperature, Nancy had thought of the handle of the knife sharpener in the kitchen. Her eyes immediately brightened. The instrument had a handle even longer and thicker than most pricks, certainly bigger than young Jack's. And reflecting, she decided that the circumference was beautifully proportioned, and even the rounded knob at the top of it was about as thick as the head of Jack's cock.
Quickly, without being seen, she darted down to the communal kitchen and grabbed the dear instrument. She adjusted the three-way mirror, once she got back to the bathroom, so she could see the reflection of her shiny backside as she kneeled on the bathroom floor. Nancy then wondered why she hadn't thought of using it before, up her cunny hole, when she had been on the road, frustrated and frightened. But dismissing the thought, and watching her reflection in the mirror, she saw the knob of the handle slowly slip into her asshole and then began to penetrate deep as she gently shoved it in.
Already Nancy could feel her hot liquids gathering inside her cunny; she reached down to pinch her clittie then and a gigantic spasm shot through her famished body. Ah, yes, she had sighed, halting the vigorous frigging of her asshole, watching the handle, grotesquely protruding from her rounded buttocks, the sight really amusing her and making her giggle. "Yes, it works! I could take a cock up there!"
Pulling it out, she had held her finger at the point of full penetration. She measured it against the height indicator on the bathroom scale. "Christ!" Nancy had exclaimed. "Almost six and a half inches!" Curious, she then lay back on her back on the floor and inserted the handle in her cunt. Pulling it out, she measured it at seven and a half inches. "Ah, so my asshole capacity is just one inch less than my pussy hole!"
And then Jack, not withstanding any more of the teasing she was subduing him to, slopping away at her hot cunt box with her fingers, he mounted her shoved his swollen ram rod rock into her oozing cunt in one swift deft motion that took her breath away. Nancy sighed at the loving pleasure as the long stem slipped wonderfully smooth and velvety into her passage right up to her womb, pressing it back with the force it exerted on it. Jack kept the fuck motions slow and controlled at first, grinding his groin into hers as she brought her mound up to meet him on each stroke of his. Nancy's hands ringed his neck and her pink soft tongue darted out to his sucking lips.
Nancy winced occasionally as extra-enthusiastic thrusts from his powerful hips bumped the head of his fat prick against her tender cervix. It had hurt a little but she was as well loving it. She brought her legs upward then to twin around his waist for a better grinding on her cunny.
"You buck your pussy so beautifully, darling! I could go on fucking your snatch for the rest of my fucking life if only I don't cum!" Jack whispered lovingly in her ear in a thick sounding voice.
"You're wonderful too, lover. You ram and plunge into my hole so beautifully! I too wish we could go on fucking like this forever," Nancy told him and she began to make exploring movements with her ass as he continued to pile-drive her channel. "So wonderful ... so heavenly...!" she was muttering, matching her ass movements to the resounding thumping down thrusts of his fat cock in her cunt.
"OOooohhhhh ... fucky ... fucky, fuck me, you wonderful cock! Your prick fuck my cunny ... beautiful ... glorious ...!" And Nancy raised her legs, straining her knees, to let the soles point straight up to the sky and his ramming pole made its fucky way more easily into her liquefied cunt box.
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" Nancy moaned hard at each smacking descent of his weight upon her belly smack, slurp, smack, slurp-in her cooz.
"Ooooo ... ooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck this fuckable cunt hole of mine ... fuck me Jack ... JACK ... FUCK ... FUCK MY CUNT!"
And Jack was fucking her away so furiously as her demands edged him, that a secretion took place on both sides, and the over-stuffed, strained sensations of the swap-mates gave way to a deliciously well-filled feeling in which his rigid pole of turgid flesh seemed mated to its quivering, dripping, furiously fucking receptacle.
"GGGGOOOODDDDDDD!" Nancy moaned as the nervous tremors ripped into her flesh as his prick pistoned into her contracting cunt hole.
"Mmmmmm, Jack you're wonderful ... oooooo ... I'm feeling ... you're making me feel fucky-fucky ... Jack, Jack ... OOHHHH ... I'm cumming ... my spunk in my pussy is cumming ... I'm going to cream ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARD ... HARDER ... FUCK ME HARDER...!"
And Nancy's long legs that had been writhing against his powerful body lodged solidly between them, splayed limply to either side while her hands slid up and down his vertebral column, muttering and screaming endearing fuck words to him.
And Jack's ass movements increased in speed and intensity as his hands slipped beneath her to grab at her asscheeks, while he drew her closer to him as he rocketed into her oozing pussy channel.
"AAAGGGGEEERRRHHHHHHH!" He suddenly bellowed as his hips spiraled and plunged and darted and thrust upon her, and his mighty surges moved her receiving ass up along the bed. "AAAHHHH!"
"What a cum!" his heavy breathing rasped in his throat. "What a cunt! Shit, you could make your fucking cunt so tight that it could make a man want to blow his balls off fucking it. It looks like a suction. You really fuck, sweetheart!"
And even after only a few minutes of rest, the fuckers began sucking on each other's tongue. Jack, starting to get a weird stimulating from the tongue lapping, moved his right hand down into her groin and cupped the ravished cunt gently, jelly still dripping from its depths. His hands became wet and soppy as he slid his fingers into her silken cunt hairs. He then left her mouth to lick at her neck and Nancy groaned again with the once-again building excitement as his mouth moved down to her soft nipples, licking up the sweat that was beading her beautiful rolling tits. Again she groaned as he began sucking one fat nipple, while his hand continued to play with her cunt.
His tongue moved quickly up and down, and around and around. He was manipulating her nipples at ever-increasing speed causing them to become hot red and swollen once again. Then he took one earnestly in his mouth and with his free hand began to massage the other, while his right crawled slowly down her mound and onto the dregs of her slit.
Then Nancy hunched over and grabbed his prick, manipulating her lithe body until they were in the 69 position and lunged into the hardening cock with her open mouth and flickering tongue.
Warm saliva flowed from her mouth onto the tender spot and Jack jumped again, sucking hard on her sensitive clittie. And the both of them were soon groaning and moaning in ecstasy when Nancy suddenly jumped up and off her.
"Oh, Nancy, I'm so hot! I love you and I'm going to eat every part of your body! I'm going to eat your asshole!"
"You're sure you want to eat it?" and in a strange voice even to her own ears, "Maybe you could miss my cunt hole on purpose the next time you try to enter me, eh?"
"Maybe I could at that, my beautiful butt-fucking cunt! But first I'm going to eat it!" he drooled.
Nancy, enticed to the very pits of her holes, slid across the lounge chair she turned over onto her belly, kicking her long legs and spreading them as wide as she could. Jack adjusted himself to the new position, kissing her ankles slowly, working his way surely up the backs of her thighs, both long glorious legs. Up to her two closely-positioned holes, both exposed and throbbing, he inched, kissing and lapping at the soft skin of her inner thighs. And when he bit down gently on her asscheeks, chills ran through her spine and her rump quivered like jello. Jack moved his hands up to grab at her thick, soft, hanging globes and Nancy arched her back up responsively.
He maneuvered himself again in the 69 position and again Nancy was on top of him, belly down, her knees bent and stretched far out in front so that her puckered asshole came lovingly into view.
Jack then moved his hand under his head for support as he drew on her stiff clit. He sucked hard on the little cherry while he brought his bent knees hard against her head, forcing her mouth further down his long shaft. And Nancy took it, a full six inches of the fat rod in her buccal cavity, quite close to her larynx. He then unwrapped his legs around her head and neck, releasing her clit midway through a sucking motion; it popped back while he eyed her small round asshole and brought his mouth parallel to it.
And raising his head with both his hands sportingly, his mouth came within easy reach of her shit hole. He then stuck his tongue out tentatively moving it around the sensitive spot, licking up the sweet perspiration smelling of talcum powder, as he began to taste the chalky substance.
"Do it Jack! Suck on it, please ... don't tease me anymore!" Nancy was panting hard, still gobbling on the thick shaft.
"I'm not teasing you, honey! I just want to do it right for you! Wait a minute and I'll get there!"
They were both breathless as their sexual cravings got the better of them. Nancy plunged her mouth on his shaft, while he lapped at her juicy ass. Then, panting with the excitement of the whole business, he removed his hands from under his head. Never before had anyone turned him on like she did! Jack felt like an animal. Shaking, he reached up and placed one hand on each of her round, flawless peaches, then he opened his mouth wide and stuck out a hot, wet tongue. Slowly he pulled her ass down to his face until her pulsing asshole was right on the tip of his tongue. He sucked the whole puckered brown ring of her shit hole into his sucking mouth.
All hell broke loose for Nancy then. The shock of the electric current at the contact was such that she contracted her ass muscles tight, shutting her asshole from his view and lapping tongue.
"Relax, honey, relax your whole body! Don't be tense! Just settle down and sit on it!" he told her encouragingly.
Surprised at the unusual request, Nancy let his hot throbbing prick slip from her mouth reluctantly.
"I want to stay hot while I'm doing this. Relax and let me suck you, then you can finish me off!"
Nancy obliged; she revolved her whole ass completely. Jack pulled down hard on her rump then, driven by his animal need to eat her shit hole, and her small puckered hole settled gently onto his waiting tongue.
Nancy jumped with the added shock of the hot tongue touching her box and she began panting all over again. She let her body weight him down completely, and sighed as his hot tongue slowly manipulated her shit box. Nancy had then began forcing his tongue tip into the lubricated center of the tender spot, forcing an entry. He tasted something sweet, something he had never tasted before. Pleasurable he licked around the blind eye at great speed, and reached around the fleshy thighs to grab at her pulsing cuntlips, rubbing her swollen cunt into orgasm. Nancy tensed as he pinched on her bid, pleasant pains shooting through her from head to toe as the wave of her orgasm passed, she fell into his sweating body limp and satisfied.
"OOOOoohhhhh, that was good!" she said, climbing off him.
Jack was panting hard, and Nancy went to work on him. But the conniving Jack had other plans. He got up and gathered her up near the head of the lounge chair. Her heavy asscheeks were shining greasily in the light from the application of his saliva inside her cleft and crack, thrusting upward and backward as he moved on his knees behind her. He took the backs of her beautiful thighs and set them wide apart while he moved in closer between her parted globes of her uneasily wriggling ass.
Nancy's breath caught in her throat as her heavy asscheeks were spread and his cock was moving in the shadowy crevice in between. "Please, please, Jack, take your time! This will be my very first time in the asshole. I'm still cherry there!"
"I wouldn't hurt you, dear. You'll see how wonderful it is. ... Remember this is my first time also!" he reassured her as he brought his cock head to touch the shiny brown hole. Nancy gasped at the heated contact of cock head with her anus, feeling it fall away only to return and probe. She knew that it was going to hurt but she was going to love it, hurt and all. After all, she had waited a long time to have her bung hole plugged by a cock! Jack then released on spread asscheek to aim his knob with his hand at the target, then started slowly to penetrate, to probe ... to enter....
"Ohhhhh ... ooowwwwwwww!" Nancy groaned in pleasure pain as her backside rotated in effectual effort to make entry less painful.
"I haven't fucked any asshole," he panted. "I'm really going to cream in yours, my pretty!" Jack was chuckling gleefully as he surged forward in a corkscrew motion, screwing his prick into her tight, maidenly asshole.
"OOOWWWW ... Ohhhhhh ... ooowwwwwwww!" Nancy was shrieking as he haltingly thrust his fat rod into her rectum in small advances that solidly lodged the head of his prick well inside her. He immediately transferred his to her soft belly and pulled her up back toward him while she howled with the pain and pleasure of the ravishing of her ass.
"OOOOHHHHHH, it's going in ... it's going into my little asshole!"
And with pity surging in him for her pain, Jack asked, "I think I should take it out! I'd rather fuck your cunt if it's hurting you so much. That's a very tight asshole honey!"
"NO ... NO ... no! I want you to fuck it ... fuck my shit hole. I'll love it ... I just know I'll love it! Never mind my pain and cries ... go on ... I just know it ... go ahead and fuck me ... ream my pretty little asshole with that fat cock of yours!"
Jack was cursing monotonously as he rammed into her slowly yielding orifice. Once past the sphincter, the head of his throbbing shaft seemed to expand in a warm-butter enclosure which he found tremendously exciting. He then pushed and shoved and the last half of his dong went in much more easily than the first. He rested a moment with his stomach pressed to her ass, giving her time enough to adjust to the new feeling.
And the quality of Nancy's cries had changed in texture. No longer was there an agonized tone to each vocal reaction of the infiltration of her ass. Instead, her half-muted, bleating little cries seemed to take on an almost questioning note as though she were trying to understand what was taking place inside her cock filled bottom, trying to decide whether it was as groovy as she had thought.
Jack's movements were stiff at first, but then he began to glide and slide into her with increasing ease as he began to butt-fuck in and out of her widely-stretched shit box.
"Ohhhh ... mmmmmmm!" Nancy moaned delightfully at the thrusts.
Then his cock was working like a piston fucking her saliva-waxed ass box, ramming all the way, fucking her tight butt with all the nine fat inches of his thick male flesh.
"Dammit, you're a tight fuck my sweet cock-loving cunt! The first sex I've ever had, you butt-fucking, hot-assed cunt box!"
"Oh, you're a true Goonie! I see light! I see God!"
"Yes, yes, you brown-haired, big-assed cunt ... fuck your loving asshole on my prick...!"
Nancy was then jerking her ass, slamming the heavy melons into his belly, his obscenities giving her the added pep to fuck and slam, jerk and hump, writhe and fuck ever faster, sliding her tightly contracting ass channel on his stiff prong. Her tongue licked at her lips as the crude, obscene verbalization compounded excitement within her.
"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" Jack growled, throwing his head back but still lunging forward with his lower body, shoving deeper, ever deeper into her poor quivering asshole. "AHHHHHH," he shouted again...."Ohhhh ... oh, Gooooddddd ... GOD ... I'm ... oh ... shit ... "
"I'm cuming ... I'm cumming ... CUMMING!!!"
CHAPTER SIX
They had suddenly completed their heated butt fuck when suddenly they heard a voice behind them.
"All right, little children, game time is over!"
They both turned and faced Robert, who stood at the entry way of the garden, his arms folded across his chest.
They quickly put their clothes on, silently and in humiliation. It all flashed in Nancy's mind. She would be turned out of the Goonies and have to live on the road again. Horrors!
Robert walked to the two of them. He stood in front of Jack and slapped him in the face.
"You have failed! Temptation has grabbed your soul ... you are stripped of all privileges ... Now, go to your room ... I'll talk to you later."
Jack slinked off, his head down, tears in his eyes. When he had disappeared behind the hedges, Robert stood in front of Nancy, who was still struggling with her skirt.
"You must not do these things Nancy ... You will have to be punished."
"Why do you punish me and not yourself ... after all you fucked me to ... remember?"
"That's different. I'm in the celestial plane. I use all powers to bring a young girl to the same level. But out Here! In the garden! Animals! Both of you are animals!"
Nancy was sent to her room and told to wait. She wasn't sure what her punishment was going to be but she was sure it was going to be severe. The next day she found out.
She was called into the big office and when she entered she gazed upon the body of the Reverend Goon himself, standing erect and austere in the middle of the room. He was surrounded by Robert and another man that looked like his bodyguard.
She stood in awe of the man but heard Robert say, "This is the one Reverend. Her name is Nancy."
"Ah Nancy," the Korean rolled her name around on his tongue. He had a high-pitched voice and a thick Oriental accent.
He beckoned her to him with a finger. She obeyed like a robot and stood nose to nose with the smallish man.
"Nancy, you have violated a sacred trust with your obscene behaviour."
She nodded her head.
"Do you know why I do not approve of sexual inter course?"
She shook her head.
"It is because sexual intercourse was an invention of the animals. Humans never had sex before they spotted animals fornicating in the forest. This is the reason. To touch God one must always leave off the body ... This is simple, is it not?"
"Yes, sir," she said, self-effacing and downcast.
"So you must be punished ... Not severely but rather with the point in mind that animal sex belongs to the animals."
Saying that Reverend Goon motioned to his bodyguard. The man left and soon returned with a German Shepard on its leash, a huge dog with panting breath.
"This is Shemp. He will have sex with you ... that will be your punishment."
Nancy looked at the dog in horror. Fucking a dog! Never had that thought strayed across her mind. Fucking a dog! It was inconceivable. Yet, at that very moment, the bodyguard was stripping her of her clothes, peeling them off mechanically till she was buck naked. She felt the eyes on her and reddened. She could hear the dog growling and huffing at her side.
Still speechless, the guard took her and sat her down on a chair in the corner of the room. There was nothing she could do to stop it. It was inconceivable. Who were these madmen!
Nancy began to relax. Or try to relax. She knew dogs. She knew that they sometimes acted weird if you started or gave off bad vibrations. Shemp's tail continued wagging and he didn't seem in the least provoked. Or did he? For when Nancy reached out her hand for him to lick, the final gesture toward making friends, Shemp slight sank his teeth in her wrist.
"Dear God!" she cried out, but she knew dogs too well to make any sudden moves. She stood very still as he continued to lock his gigantic jaws about her tender skin, tugging her, as if he wanted to show who was boss.
"Oh, isn't that cute," Nancy told him, terribly frightened. She was trying to play it cool but it was no go. The three men stood with arms folded watching intently. She was oblivious to them, being at once fascinated and scarred by the ugly sex dog.
Out came Shemp's long red tongue, lapping at her wrist and palm. Then he began snuffing other places on her anatomy, working up from her legs to finally settle on her upper body, her ears, her neck, her face. Lap, lap, lap went Shemp's, long tongue, rough on her smooth skin.
"Hey," laughed Nancy, tickled by his tongue. "Cut that out! Com'on, you're tickling me to death!"
But Shemp did not stop! His rough long tongue found the hollows of her neck and then her bare shoulders and lapped as deep as his long tongue would allow him in the ripe V of her bosom. Lap, lap, lap continued Shemp, his tongue touching the soft swells of her bulging breasts.
"C'mon boy, c'mon Shemp, stop that this minute! No dog is going to fuck his bestial prick into my cunt hole, not a big brute like you, so stop that this minute!" she yelled, as if the three men weren't in the room.
But the German Shepard lapped on, paying no attention to her annoyance.
She tried to slide away from him but as she did, Shemp's tail stopped wagging instantly and he had growled, very softly-but it was a growl, a low snarling sound, baring his ugly yellow teeth at her. Hence Nancy had no choice but submit to his great long lap ping tongue.
Nancy realized then that this must be his systematic tongue bath, and as he continued lapping at her bosom, she started getting those familiar feelings of building eroticism. Her pussy began itching irritatedly and her nipples began stiffening. The short hairs on her neck began to stand on end and her asshole began its rhythmic opening and closing, a phenomenon that had begun shortly after Jack had first fucked her there.
And when Shemp's tongue and cold wet nose reached her tits, Nancy could not have traded him then for all the cocks in China.
SNUFF ... SNUFF ... SNUFF ... he carried on ... STROKE ... STROKE ... LAP ... LAP ... LAP ... he licked at her breasts, lifting them to get at the sensitive undersides, rolling them teasingly with his strong stiff tongue, massaging them delicately.
Nancy just lay back on the chair, writhing with the pleasure he was showering her body with. Two fingers then stuck out as her right hand stole surreptitiously to her dripping cooze and these she stuck in her pussy hole, one on either side of her love button. Her breathing then began to come in painful heavings, her breasts felt hot and cold at the same time, and wonderfully tingly all over. Her pink nipples then changed their pink hue to that of a dark purple and they stood out lustfully erect, glistening and quivering under the German Shepard's rough tongue, giving them the workout of their living lustful lives. Nancy then began furiously rubbing her two fingers to her slit, squeezing and pinching her clit, then and again sending four rigid fingers in her bubbly hole, sliding them along her entire long wet slit, right down to her puckered asshole which was throbbing excitedly with her erotic desire. And, as it began a rhythmic contracting and relaxing, Nancy slipped all four fingers into it, reaming the little hole round and round, in and out, as deep as the frigging fingers would go.
And then Shemp was at her smooth rounded belly, licking her navel, her sides, the slight discernible line of brown cunt hair that came up from her crotch up the middle of her flat belly headed inevitably downward in his systematic manner.
"OOOooohhhh, glorious ... wonderful ... you big loving dog ... you've been taught well!" The three men moved uncomfortably in the center of the room. Yes, eventually they started enjoying the advantages of the dog. Not this much and this early!
Then Nancy could barely endure the dog's tongue on her belly any longer. Her skin jumped and heaved, her ass bucked and squirmed on the leather, and her fingers worked faster, thumb in her cunny hole and the four fingers frigging away at her asshole. And Shemp licked and lapped on ... lower ... lower, shooting thrills of joy through her, causing her to work her fingers more desperately in both her holes. Nancy then could feel her juice begin to percolate and ooze in her boiling cunny, her hips rotating frantically, regularly, rhythmically. And, as his tongue drew nearer and nearer along the middle, then on her mouth, Nancy relieved her frigging hand of its beautiful task, popped her knees up and opened them as wide as she could as he drew nearer ... nearer....
"SLURP ... STROKE ... STROKE ... SLURP ... SNUFF ... LAP ... LAP ... he was there! He had arrived at her cunt! The German Shepard lapped up the cream in her juicing cunny slit as if he were at his own water bowl. Out shot his tongue again, and again, thrusting it deep into her squishy channel, slurping away at her love juice, and as more flowed out, he got those too. Nancy's cunny seemed like an ever-flowing fountain, never falling below its high-level mark, never running dry. And the dog loved her watery hole, drinking at the top, then shooting his tongue deep in her to get at the fresh water he knew he would find there.
Nancy then began to sob from the great pleasure she was getting. Great sobbing gasps of sublime ecstasy as she called out in her delirious lust ... "eat ... eat ... eat my cunny ... my pussy!" And Shemp batted his ear at her pleasure bound screaming. He obviously liked when she bawled. "Oh, you beautiful dog, at MY CUNT!" she shrieked then, writhing and bucking and jerking as she came in blinding abundance, wriggling and squirming her ass in the leather.
The German Shepard seemed to know that Nancy had reached her peak. As the spasms ceased rocking her, he immediately left off lapping her drain, stood over her and then straddled her from the front, bringing his fat knob to just touch her screaming cunt.
Nancy moaned and opened her shut eyes; "nice doggy Shemp," she said, and as if that seemed to be the signal he had been waiting for, he sat down ... right on top of her fat cunt mound....
"Here, lie down, Shemp," Nancy coaxed, "be a good boy!" But his tail continued to wag while his hind legs crouched down, pushing forward trying to penetrate her hot fuck hole. Nancy raised her head and found herself staring straight at the dog's prick then, jutting out a good five thick inches from his hairy sheath as Shemp's bold pinkish erection stared back at her.
"Dear God!" Nancy exclaimed, "you sure as hell know how to use a cunt!" she told him. "Now, how are you going to fuck me? I'm no slut and you can't get at my box from the front! Maybe you could bang me better if I torn over onto my belly ... no ... no ... we'd be better off if I go down on all fours and stick my ass up!" And so saying, Nancy slid down from the chair and went down on her hands and knees, raising her ass high in the air, spreading her legs wide apart.
LAP, GRUFF, GRUFF, LAP, LAP, he licked at her asscheeks thighs, cunt, and asshole, any place he saw the rich fluid. Then he brought his prick right on Nancy's ass, and she could feel his cold leathery balls resting on her bare skin. His erect prick was dripping with his yellowish scum and she could hear his whining and moaning, voicing his keyed-up plight. Nancy could feel him rubbing his hot, wet cock along her watery crack, trying to find her hole.
Nancy, in all her life of longing and unfulfillment, had never conceived such a spectacle, never an iota of suck a thought-to be fucked like a dog by a dog. She had heard of women who took on dog nuts, but never herself pictured the geography of her contours being turned up for Shemp to bruise and lacerate, to fuck and ravish.
The two-hundred pounder was very aroused, very agitated. She could feel him juggling his prick at her ass trying to find leverage, trying to find the right hole; not that Nancy minded which hole he cared to fuck as long as it was one of hers, but she preferred him to take her in her cunt first just to try him out for size.
"Here, boy, let me help you, come on," she encouraged as she let go of one hand from the floor and reached out for his raging cock flesh. And lifting one knee and spreading it as wide as possible in there to help him gain entrance the more, Nancy took hold of the hot dripping cock and aimed it at her gaping, hungry cunny hole.
And Shemp was finally in! Grasping her waist with his fore legs while the hind ones acted like a pivot to smash his gargantuan weight against her waiting rump, he pushed into her cunt hole. And, giving vent to all his pent-up desires at the long fore-play, Shemp snarled and bared his teeth; he opened his great jaws and clamped firmly down at the base of her neck. Nancy could feel his hot saliva! She could smell his fetid breath! Then, releasing her poor hurting neck, he began playfully to lick it with his long excitingly rough tongue.
And Nancy was gaining again to the end of another orgasm that was building up in her tormented body. She writhed, rotated, and hunched back at Shemp on each of the descending strokes, causing the impact to send shivering thrills through her love-wracked body. And as he fucked into her pulverized cunt, his attacks became harder and faster, hitting her with the full impact of all his two hundred pounds, shoving her forward each time with the force. Shemp snarled and howled and Nancy writhed and screamed as stroke after stroke brought her closer to her goal. She was hot, and her body cried out to her to cum ... and cum ... and CUM....
Shemp continued to fuck her sweet woman cunny hole, plunging in and out, slamming at her, plunging into her, when finally he snarled and growled, gruffed and "Aaarrrrrggggghhh" as he sent his prick flying into her body with one last 'thud' and then began a series of lightning-fast fuck strokes into her pulverized cunt hole.
Shemp had come! He had shot his load into another woman's hole.
And as he was spewing, Nancy was also screaming her ass off, bellowing at Shemp to fuck her cunt faster, to bang her pussy, to maul her twat, as if he could understand-or maybe he did! Nancy didn't cum with him on that last pile-driving stroke, but spewed her scum in those last little lightning-fast, rabbit-like fuck strokes of his.
And, with a bellow and "ooohhhhh ... aaaahhhhh!!" she splayed flat, belly down on the rug, disengaging his shaft and swollen cock-head with a loud plop from her body.
Shemp's knob had swollen more than when he had entered her, and even after Nancy had turned over on her back, which was quite a few minutes later, he still carried his swollen knob at the end of his limp prick. Though Nancy had seen quite a few pricks in her time, this was one phenomenon she couldn't explain.
Then the exhausted Shemp laid down his tired body beside hers, and Nancy, fogged out from the bestial mauling he had given her, cuddled him to her and they lay for awhile.
Unknown to Nancy, Robert and the body guard had left the room, shortly after Shemp had dumped his load into her. The Reverend Goon, alone, was with her in the room and he silently removed his clothes, his face flashed with the heat of sexual bestiality. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand watching the dog fuck the woman ... it was too much for him.
"Well, Nancy," he said, standing over her, his tiny red pecker beginning to proffer itself to the fuck odored air. "It looks like you and Shemp have had a good one."
Nancy heard the thick accented man and rolled on her back, looking up into the man's hard pecker.
"Rev ... Reverend Goon, I had forgotten about you...."
"Forgot me, huh? Forgot that I was watching the dog and yourself couple with bestial velocity?!"
"Please understand, Reverend ... please ... please ... I didn't try to enjoy it ... I don't know what came over me," she was pleading, the tears then flowing abundantly from her eyes.
"What is there to apologize about? You wanted the animal so you took him!" he retorted.
Nancy was more frightened of the Reverend Goon than any dog. His pecker was long and sleek and it wavered over her head like some great snake ready to strike.
"And now you must enjoy me," he said, "you must enjoy me like the dog."
He laid down on the floor, moving Shemp away and took the young girl in his arms. He manipulated her into position as his lips sucked on hers, clamping down on the juicy parted flesh, pulling her tongue deep into his mouth. He had then left her tongue to furtively lick and lap at her ears, cheeks, and neck and then down the hollows of her neck to her big breasts his tufted leg hairs tickling the flawless, pearly skin of her buttocks. And the Reverend was thinking of something more than regular routine fucking that was for sure. And they were both aware of the sardonically derisive gaze Shemp was giving them, but they didn't care.
Then he had lifted and widened Nancy's thighs, holding the creamy round beauties gently, to expose the pink-lipped slit in its silky brown nest. Smelling the dog's residual cum seemed to turn him on, as Nancy spread her thighs and hence her pussy wider to let the Reverend Goon run a thick finger down the length of her pouting cunt slit, and her lips formed a soundless O as her soft flesh thrilled to the exquisite sensation. She bit her lower lips as his finger settled on her pussy hole, probing and worming its way inside her clinging vaginal walls, while Nancy moaned deliriously trying to heighten the warm glow that was enveloping her loins. His finger fucked her cunt box then, rhythmically pushing in and pulling out, and Nancy's legs trembled as she felt her hot flesh portraying her lustful desire.
And then Goon held up the finger after removing it from her hole, displaying it in front of her. "You cream up quickly," he observed with a smile, glancing at the wet, slippery-looking finger with intense satisfaction. "Looks like Shemp didn't do a good job after all," he teased.
"Oh Reverend, you know how oozy I get from the least excitement! Don't tease me anymore, will you! Here, let me get at your rod, and then we'll see who's more horny!" she said, reaching down to grab at his raging hard cock.
And grabbing his hard cane, Nancy moved her hand back and forth over the hard length, working the foreskin still farther back from the blunt-looking red, helmet-shaped head. She herself was breathing faster at the feel of the power she held in her pumping hand; the fleshy prick designed to titillate and satisfy a girl's quim, making goose-bumps appear on her nude flesh, pale by comparison to his masculine flesh.
"Ahhhhh, that's beautiful Nancy ... we will do this more often," he raped, breathing hard as his dick hurt with its iron hardness.
"Yes, yes Reverend Goon, nothing would please me more than to have to seed of the Messiah!"
"You are not going to blow me now, you hear! I want to shoot this hot load of seed in that hot hole of yours, and nowhere else!"
Nancy kissed his cock hole lovingly when he said that.
"Okay," he said then, stretching out flat on his back, "Climb aboard!" His thick prick was jutting from above his fuzzy balls straight up into the air. "This is how we do it ... in the East ... the woman is on top!" he grinned, pulling her over and on top of him.
"Oh, it has been such a long time since I made love like this, Reverend," Nancy crooned. She just loved to fuck a prick; she had been longing night after night to climb aboard a man, impale herself on his big spear, and sink down her cunt hole down to his hairy balls while displaying her rounded backside with all of its beautiful poundage for the declination of the walls.
Now, glorifying in the sudden change, Nancy raised herself above his prostrate figure, above his gorgeous fat cock, balanced awkwardly while she felt beneath her with her hand and connected the stout head of his staff, bedewed with pearly moisture, with her slot. Then she lowered herself gradually, gently upon his rampant stick, savoring the glorious heavenly feeling as it slid smoothly up her already juicing cunt channel. A sound that was half-sigh, half-moan, "ooohhh," escaped her parted lips, saliva-coated and foaming in the corners. Reverend Goon's arms came up then and pulled her by her big hanging breasts onto his body while his hips joggled his massive prick still more deeply into her prick-filled pussy depths.
"Oooohhhhh ... MMMMMMM!" Nancy breathed softly, moans cascading from her lips that sent Goon kicking, jerking and humping up at her.
"Oh, Reverend, you're divine to fuck!"
Goon moaned.
"On top of your loving long cock flesh ... it fills me up to my belly ... I love you Reverend Goon ... fuck me ... fuck my cunt hole ... fuck my hot fuck hole!"
"we'll fuck like this from now on, Nancy; no more dogs, I promise!" he told her, nibbling at her fingers as she touched his lips.
"Yes, yes, my darling Reverend ... you know that I love a nice long fuck! Always fuck me nice, nice and looonnnngggggg!"
"Reowwww ... yeowwww ... yeowwwww!" the forgotten Shemp made himself known that he was around. He had been an intent looker-on all along, but his prick had started giving him the works too just watching Nancy's shiny cracked ass bobbing up and down on the stick.
"Reowwww ... reowwww ... aarrrrgggghhhh!" he persisted, wagging his tail and licking his erect cock as yellowish juice ran out from it.
Goon began moving under Nancy's descending ass as Nancy returned her attention to her cunt and her fucking, to the marvelous excitement taking place between his cock and her parted thighs.
"The dog is mad with lust," he murmured, "gets crazed every time he smells a woman."
And as she continued fucking his prick, Nancy's lower body was rubbing softly on his hairy one as he elevated and then lowered his hips to her as hers descended. And in that brief rub, Nancy felt more of her soft woman body titillated at the same time when she would have believed possible, her large breasts dangling over his chest, the hard-nippled cones just touching his fuzz. In his frenzy, Goon grabbed her backside and pressed her open cunt more upon his cock and loin causing her cunny lips to part open more under the pressure so that the insides of it could be tickled by his bush. And the parting in and out movements of his whang in her grotto, and her slamming down onto his full length, had him panting heavily, digging his nails into her soft, resilient ass flesh. And suddenly she felt a movement and Nancy raised her head from his mouth to turn and look, only to find the German Shepard bringing his long tongue and cold nose to her ass crack. Nancy felt real annoyance as Shemp then came closer and closer to touch her bare ass, sniff at the rod connecting their bodies, his shiny cock dripped his juice on one of her calves. The brute was destroying her concentration as she tried to savor Goon's thick prick fucking in and out of her tightly clutching cunt hole. His nose was then at her asshole and his long tongue darted out, stabbing it into her little puckered open hole. He pushed harder, his long mouth separating her asscheeks farther apart, trying to get a better lap of her juicy flesh.
And Goon was laughing all the while she was twisting and wriggling, trying to get the dog off her backside.
"Reverend ... I can't ... I can't fuck you while he's sniffing and licking my asshole. Please get him out of here!" Nancy pleaded, remaining still on his cock which was burning for action, swollen from want. "The dog has apparently taken a liking to you, Nancy," he answered. "Don't let it bother you. You'd best give in to him ... he apparently loves to sniff your ass." The Reverend Goon tried suppressing a laugh but it was no go.
"Oh, Reverend, you have no heart! Here I am enjoying fucking your rod and you want to spoil it by having him around," she retorted.
"Come on, Nancy, he can take your ass while you bounce my organ with your cunny! You'll love it!" Goon was getting serious, "once things start a momentum, you'll feel as if you're floating on-clouds ... you will release your egotistic craving for pleasure and the spirit will fill the vessel of your soul."
"No!" Nancy pleaded, panic-stricken, trying to climb off him then; but Goon kept her in place with his strong hands holding her.
"Please, I've never taken two pricks at once! I don't know if I can!"
"How will you know if you don't try it? Sure you can honey, you'll see. Let him have his way and we'll detain the while for him to catch up," he reassured her.
Shemp, however, had not taken part in their dialogue. Instead, he continued licking and lashing away at her tight button hole which she was contracting, making entry quite impossible. Then, finding that he couldn't penetrate it with his tongue, Shemp started moving it higher up her asscheeks, onto her slim waist, onto the broad of her back, as she slowly brought forward his dripping cock to her shit hole.
Nancy shrieked at the hot touch of his wet cock against her tender hole, but as the initial surprise passed, she began assisting him, relaxing her ass muscles so that her hole relaxed and opened, wriggling her ass gently so as to lodge the fat knob at its target for penetration. And Nancy was anticipating the pleasure of the loving and reaming she'd get from the two pricks fucking into her holes at the same time. She couldn't have felt better, couldn't have asked for more.
Shemp then had his fat prick head on her flinching asshole and Nancy reached back with both her hands to grab at her melons and skin them apart as wide as she could without tearing her crack wider, to allow a smooth entrance into her bowels.
"OOOOHHHHHH!" Nancy bawled, "groovy, this is really groovy! " she cried out, wriggling her ass to allow further lodging of his shaft in her ass box. But to her surprise, Nancy found that movement was almost but not quite impossible, having one in her cunny and one in her shitty. But she did manage to raise her ass high enough so that her hole opened more and, Shemp, seeing the opportunity, pushed harder, lodging his shaft well home. "Oh Reverend, it's glorious ... exhilarating ... It feels like one gigantic prick filling both my holes at the same time! Come on, fuck my cunt now, Reverend ... fuck me now! He's had enough time to catch up ... fuck me, Reverend, fuck me now into kingdom come ... FUCK, Reverend, FUCK ... FUCK!!!!" Nancy was begging ... pleading.
And as if Shemp had understood every word she had uttered, he pressed his weight forward and plunged all the way in her tight buttery enclosure. And Nancy could feel the two pricks inside her body separated just by that thin strip of flesh, feeling herself skewered on a fiery pole in her rectum and on Reverend Goon's prick ravishing her cunny. She could feel the two pricks almost touching in her, sliding alongside each other, fucking her almost simultaneously as if propelled by machinery.
She was lustfully lost! In her dazed, oblivious condition, she was barely aware of Goon jogging in and out of her twat, while Shemp began to surge back and forth on her pillowy hips, seeming to suit his movements to Goon's steady thrusts from beneath her. A continuous glow emanated from Nancy's interior, originating from her cunt and asshole to flash on top of her skin.
The two massive rods of flesh were fucking her holes together ... thrust for thrust they matched each other, while Nancy found it hard to breath from the exquisite joy-fuck she was getting. Maybe this was what she had been waiting for all her fucking life! Was this kind of ravishment, torturing mauling of her body to be her exalted, sublime ecstasy? Even fucking in the garden with Jack was not close to what she was getting now! And Nancy suddenly realized that she would want no other man or woman, if she were to get this kind of frigging, jazzing fucking forever! She realized then too, that she had to find some way to keep Shemp, but she'd take care of that later, lots of time for that; right then she wanted to enjoy the groovy fucking in her holes! And deep in the heart of her Goon-fucked cunny, Nancy was coming to a slow boil, a rolling fermentation, while the depths of her dog-fucked rectum seemed incredibly to be expanding in a warm, jello-like sexual-like lava. Pain then persisted only in her which fiercely clutched her fleshy-rodded tormentor as Shemp reamed her impaled asshole in long, hard smacking, reaming strokes.
Nancy was grunting indelicately as the two pricks banged away at her soft body with their hard rigidness, and she became increasingly aware of the hot tickling flame igniting within her depths.
Then suddenly, Reverend Goon was thrusting more furiously under her, his pelvic bulge rubbing against every fraction of her wide open vaginal slit as she ground her cunt on it. The three fuckers had worded out a beautifully rhythmic motion for themselves.
As Shemp withdrew from her asshole, so Nancy moved her cunny up away from Goon's cock, yet allowing Shemp to get almost completely out of her back hole. In the meanwhile Goon would press his ass into the floor as deep as it would go. Then, as Goon descended onto her and into her asshole, Nancy would descend upon Goon's prick, Goon moving up to reach her so that she took his rod fully somewhere above the floor. And then in their trio-understood fuck motion, they were banging away at her, Nancy feeling her cream building up more vigorously inside her body. Her cunt had begun boiling ever since Shemp had first plunged her with his massive flesh, and she had been feeling it coming from deep inside her, seeking, straining, crying out for release. And finally it had come, boiling over in her box to swamp the prick that was buried there.
"OOOOOhhhhh!" she exclaimed, as she was able to slam one final stroke onto his cock, her voice carrying a high whinnying note to it. "OOOOhhhhh Reverend ... Reverend, fuck me ... fuck my cunny hole ... ooooo ... it's too goodddd ... tooo much ... I'm cuming ... CUMMING ... CUMMING!!!"
Nancy had spewed her cream for the first time being fucked in both her holes. She had spilled a belly-full of rich thick cream!
And Goon had come too! He had shot his load during her screaming and moaning, and he had stopped jazzing her twat hole as the last of her echoing shrieks had died out.
"You sure ball good, Nancy," Goon said inarticulately. "And I love the way you scream your head off when you fuck this hot juicy cunt on my cock and you cum in such abundance. I could feel it drowning my prick in there!" Goon had panted to the oblivious Nancy, watching her twisted face thaw out of its delicious ecstasy.
And Shemp had stopped reaming her asshole when he heard her cry out from the overtures of her blinding orgasm. But as they had died down, he had resumed his fierce thrusting assault of her rectum with his animal balls slapping nosily against her eternally wet, dripping cunny slit. They were almost reaching her cunt hole, and Goon could still feel them brush on his cock which was still buried deep in her pussy depths. The feel of it even gave him an erotic feeling all its own.
"You definitely are a hot one, my sweet Goonie!"
Goon was still muttering in the aftermath of his rigorous fuck fulfillment.
And Nancy became aware once more of the hard, furry animal body on her ass, and the hard prick fucking in and out of her distended asshole. As Goon's rod shrunk and softened in her cooze, making room, he reached down between their bodies then and groped for her cunny furrow. He located the still hard clit and massaged it with his thumb and forefinger. And Nancy's ass began to writhe and gyrate again and her legs jerked wildly as stabbing bolts of lightning pierced and invaded her recently-fucked pussy. Her face buried in Goon's neck and should release yet another long, quivering shudder agitated her grossly perspiring ass and cunt, shaking her entire body from head to cunt and from her toes to her reamed asshole.
"Reverend, ooohhhh ... I'm starting again ... rub my clit ... rub it ... pinch it ... squeeze it ... PULL IT OUT...!" she had admonished, her voice almost a yelp as he continued to finger fuck her cunt and Shemp continued to slam resoundedly into her bung hole. Goon was pulverizing her hot, hard love button, accommodating her as she had begged.
"OOOOHHHHH ... ITS ... I CAN FEEL IT ... I'M ... OOOOOOO ... MMMMMMMM ... CUMMING ... CUMMING ... CUMMING...."
And for the second time that evening and the third time that day Nancy had cum in such unbelieving abundance.
"AARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" Shemp then growled and howled in his animal joy as his back bowed and his hips jerked to shoot his scum into her buttery asshole his prick fully installed in her bowels.
Nancy then collapsed upon Goon, sighing tiredly, aware of her aches then that the sex-sation had caused to remain latent all along. She sighed satisfiedly as she realized that she had found the kind of loving and fucking she had sought all her fucking life. And that she had found it, Nancy intended to keep it. She knew that no one man or woman or animal could possibly give her what she had just got from the combination of the two pricks. And finally Nancy realized that she loved to be fucked in her pussy channel and in her shit hole at the same fucking time.
"AAAAHHHHH!" she bawled then as Goon withdrew his shriveling cock flesh with its swollen head from her tender flesh with a loud sucking plop.
But one thing Nancy couldn't explain was why Goon's prick knob remained swollen long after he had spewed his scum into her hungry, sucking cunny hole ...!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite her protests, Nancy was sent from the Goon mansion and back onto the street to procure more converts. She loathed the idea but now she had no choice. After thinking back on all the great sex she had brought onto herself in the glory house, nothing made her want to leave.
She hung around the downtown section of town, waiting and waiting. All the men seemed to be with women. All there were, were dogs and girls. Well the Goonies didn't need another dog she figured. One sex dog was enough!
Getting along dusk she was still without a contact.
She had talked to quite a few people but they had given her the cold shoulder. Until Judy came along. Judy was a beaut, about the same age as Nancy. They seemed to get along all right and Judy suggested they go to her apartment to discuss it more. Nothing could please Nancy more and off they went. Along the way, Nancy asked Judy if she knew of any men around. The blonde girl simply smiled.
They got to Judy's place and sat facing each other, discussing religion and the Goonies. "It's real easy," Nancy enthused. "All you have to do is be willing to stand on the street and put out for the big boys."
They talked for hours before going to bed. Nancy was very tired and since Judy offered her bed to crash she took her up on it.
The next morning Nancy was lying on her back, sound asleep, her pert breasts rising and falling evenly. Judy came in to check on her and then felt her pussy give a twinge at the sight of the gorgeous brown-haired woman, her titties bare. It was that irritating restlessness again! Why was it so insistent? Judy couldn't figure it out but she figured now was not the time to figure these things out.
She left her shoes in the hall and tip-toed noiselessly across the plush bedroom carpet. Seating herself gently on the side of the bed, she drank in the delicate curves of the girl's throat, the slopes of her high breasts, and the lush flowing hair. On a sudden impulse, Judy reached out and carefully tugged the sheets away from her body. She sucked her breath in when the blue baby-doll panties came into view, seductively framing the smooth white taper of her thighs. A gust of woman fragrance and pussy perfume knife her senses then. Her tongue stiffened and her mouth went dry. Judy knew she needed her lovely body against hers, to rub and caress, to suck and fuck!
Nancy stirred and Judy moved her hands quickly into her lap; but Nancy simply turned over onto her belly, mumbling sleepily into the pillow. It was all Judy could do to restrain an urge to reach out and squeeze the shimmering hemispheres of her parted ass. She had blasted through two rapid-fire climaxes the night before from a older woman but Judy wasn't half as excited then as she was now looking at Nancy.
Nancy had had only one experience with a girl before, a long time before, but she had never quite forgotten it. She remembered the exquisite sensations as her panties had disappeared and the unspeakable ecstasy as her girl friend's hand had bobbed in her lap, oooo, soooo gooooddddd, it was. Nancy's head was slowly lifting off the pillow as she began waking up. She had a drowsy look on her face, and her eyes widened quickly when she made out the figure of her host. She gasped in sheer surprise to see Judy sitting on her bed, watching her pantied bottom intently. "Oh Judy," she sighed, "you gave me such a fright!"
"Sorry I'm so lazy this morning," Nancy told her, stretching languidly. "How long have you been here?"
"Just a few minutes. I knew you were asleep, I came to wake you for breakfast."
Nancy noticed that Judy was glancing furtively at her bottom, and realized, that the sheet was below her knees. She blushed, but instantly felt the pressure of that shadow longing she didn't yet recognize. She thought she noticed a shaking in Judy's hands.
Nancy knew then that Judy was reveling in her body, said from being the cause of her shaking hands. She was wide awake and beginning to accept the fact of the true meaning of her arousal. Judy chattered on, feigning casualness.
"My boy friend left for Chicago this morning," she was saying, "he wouldn't be back until next Wednesday."
"OOHhh, too bad," said Nancy, a bit relieved that the girl had a boy friend.
"Yes, and I've already got the itch," she confessed. "Have you been getting all you need lately, honey?" she asked casually.
"Well, yes and no!"
"Com' on, we can talk about it," Judy smiled at her.
"Oh, I don't know! I mean, I've really been getting my goodies with the Goonies but it's just that lately I've been feeling kind of funny. It's as if these men have too much control over us; you know what I mean?"
"Oh, I don't let that stop me, not from anything," Judy giggled. "You should have seen me this morning!"
Nancy sat up, her excitement rising. Judy had then dropped her eyes boldly to the exposed panty-crotch and her high cunt mound, and Nancy saw her running her tongue over her full pouty lips. Nancy's puss titillated in her baby-dolls.
"Tell me about it!" she said, all ears.
"Oh, I got up and felt just cherry all over and went to the kitchen and got a big knife and beat my pussy off with the handle ... uuuuu, I can feel it jamming up me like a damn stallion!"
Her words themselves were getting Nancy positively turned on in a curiously titillating way. She could feel her panties getting wet with tell-tale pussy dribble, and she knew that Judy could see it too.
"Oh, it sends chills up me!" Nancy rasped, genuinely envious.
"Are you horny?"
"Horny? I'm horny all the time. I thought joining the Goonies would help but it hasn't. In fact, it's just compounded the problem."
"Ooooh, I get itchy in my cunny just thinking of you fucking another Goonie," Judy crooned. "My panties are soaking wet."
"Are you wearing any?" Nancy asked haltingly. "You bet your sweet cunt, sweetie," Judy answered. Then suddenly she exclaimed, "Oh Nancy," and she seemed on the edge of some strong emotional contact as she drew in her breath. And suddenly she was effusing, flushed with her passion for the woman. "Yes, yes, I've had this thing for you air along, ever since I saw your tits this morning."
"I ... I'm attracted to you to," Nancy answered, not quite sure of herself. "I ... I thought I'd have to go back to the Goonie house and play with myself."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that," said Judy eagerly. "We both know what it is we want, so what are we waiting for?"
When Judy socked that one to her, Nancy grinned and turned her lush backside as Judy pulled her nightgown over her head, her large breasts thrusting out excitingly. She then slid under the blanket and Nancy came into her arms, soft, yielding, lusciously desirable. Judy glued their bodies, hot and lustful together.
"OOOhhh," Judy then gasped at the heated contact of their half nude bodies. "Baby, I had a stiff clittie for you the moment I walked in!"
"Was it my baby-dolls?" Nancy asked, giggling and quivering, nestling comfortably against her warm body.
"MMmmmm, so sexy!" replied the lusting Judy, nibbling gently at her ear. "I could see you were getting worked up while we chatted."
"You must think I'm awful, but sometimes I pop my scum just walking around in these beauties!"
Judy giggled and Nancy felt the hot ooze of her joy juice in the nylon. She felt like wallowing in wild sin with this woman as she began thrashing to the tempo of Judy's seeking fingers.
"I'm glad to find someone who feels like me," Judy whispered hotly. "I don't see why we have to be suckers for those men all the fucking time. We've got to be good to ourselves too! Ohhhh, you really did pop that time, eh darling?"
Nancy giggled when she said that, and she felt like she was soaring off on a big, billowing cloud when Judy brushed her lips over her silk-covered titties. Nancy bunched her negligee at her throat and squirmed with thrills as Judy tongued a stiff nipple with her girlish know-how.
"Oh, it's so nice," Nancy moaned, "a man had never done it like that to me!" Nancy's nipples were turning purple and puffy as she sucked the large beauties noisily in her soft wet lips.
And Judy too was going wild with the velvety texture of her breasts. She had looked long and lovingly at this cunt so many times, envying the dazzling perfection of her body, but hardly daring to even imagine that she could someday conquer her girlish body, to finger her fat pussy, and then to fuck her with her extra-long clit.
Judy then looked up at Nancy's lust twisted face as she tittie-kissed her and saw the red's features contorted with passion. Her jaws were slack and trembling and her ass was jerking with little lust spasms which wracked the length of her lissome frame.
"You have such beautiful breasts darling!" Judy told her, raising her head and running her lips through the kinky curl near her ears. "They must give you much pleasure!"
"Oh, yes," Nancy panted. "Oh, the men are all right with them, but ... oh ... nothing like you!"
"I've practiced a lot ... old women ... young women ... teenage girls ... ahhhhh, it's the only way to go!" Nancy couldn't reply when she felt the tentative probe of Judy's fingers in her navel, the slow rotating caresses on her pantied belly, and then the sudden invasion of her slick pussy rise. And she began rasping, pleading obscenities as Judy teased her rigid clit and cuntlips through the panties.
"Say," Judy whispered, "I'm glad to hear you know all the words. Tell me how you want, honey, just how you like it!"
"Aaahhh," Nancy gasped as she felt her orgasm building, tearing and ripping her inside to be released. "Fuck me ... finger ... finger-fuck me through my panties ... it's soooo grrrooovvvyyy!"
"MMmmmm," Judy breathed, "I can just imagine how you feel, so tight and so sheer. Oh, darling, pretty cunt hole baby, I knew right away that I want to eat you when I saw them on your big fat cunt!"
"Ohhhhh, I just love this thing about panties," she said then, feeling wet and wicked at the wantonness' of her words.
"I've noticed, darling!" Judy chuckled, while Nancy kicked and jerked, thrashing to the tempo of Judy's fingers. "You're cumming in them now, aren't you?" she asked knowingly.
Nancy did not answer but grabbed her by the shoulders as her body rocked with the throbs of spasmic re lease
"OOOOHHHHHHH," moaned Judy, "you're really popping dear!" She herself was thoroughly aroused by Nancy's apparent enjoyment.
"Oh, Judy ... OOOHHHH ... that was wonderful, really glorious!"
Nancy then lay back weak and trembling in the sheets, little sighs of completion escaping her lips, as glistening tears trickled from her eyes. And when Judy peeled down her paled ice-blue panties, she almost passed out.
"Do you like my pussy?" she asked breathlessly then as Judy lingered over her naked voluptuousness. And she answered by blowing little kisses over the flaxen thatch, and screeching and clawing, she sucked Nancy into a bottomless vortex of whirling sensation as the serpentine tongue flicked her pit and dipped into her tender depths.
Nancy was only half-conscious when Judy drew her honey-smeared lips from her pussy hole. Through her glazed eyes she saw Judy wiggle out of her panties and straddling her moist crotch. Then she was bringing her spewing cunny to Nancy's face and the fragrance of it had her already stunned senses reeling her head swimming. And suddenly her hungry mouth was wading into the dripping black pelt as she gripped the fat gourds of her ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been alright with Judy. After they had gotten each other off, Judy agreed to become a Goonie. Like George before, Nancy brought her to the Goonie house and deposited her. Judy too was soon on her way to Goonville.
Nancy's imagination had been running wild all day long. She had been imagining the feel of Robert's hands on her body, and visualized his big dong arching up as he stepped out of a jock-strap. Her hands had then slipped over her pantied tummy and she had begun rubbing a stiff finger against the nylon band between her thighs.
The thrill of the nylon against her open cunny lips frictionally heating her twat slit into readiness for Robert's cock as it raced through her inflamed body.
Perhaps her fantasies were engendered by the invitation she got to the Goonie party that night. They were very elusive when pressed for details but she figured that something having to do with sex was in the air.
She wanted to be as hot and horny as ever for a cock. And as Nancy rubbed her arching cunt hole into readiness, she was all hot and wild and ready to take the groovy cock up her oozing snatch. She needed it, and she knew that she was going to get it that night; a big, stiff one, thick and throbbing. Nancy had then pulled a chair over in front of her mirror and sprawled in it. And pulling down the front of her panties, she spread her cunt lips with her fingers and found that she could get a pretty good look at her red open, fully exposed pussy slit and hole.
She rubbed the hard velvety nub of her clittie and her pussy began glistening with moisture almost immediately. Nancy's mucous membranes had already been vigorously stirred by the mere thought of someone, anyone, lancing his fat cock in her hole. And as she watched her pumping hand in the mirror, Nancy had been able to detach herself from the image, cut off her horny reflection almost completely, and pretend that it was Robert who was diddling her cooze and getting her into orbit.
Nancy could feel her orgasm coming as her ass squirmed in the leather seat of the chair. Her thighs were quivering and all sensation seemed centered in her slushy cunt. The juicy shivers rocked her body up and down as an electric charge welled and exploded with a bright light behind her eyes. Her fingers pumped madly in her twat, and the weirdly grotesque hallucination of Robert's cock ramming her from head to toe, soared in her utmost fantasy.
Nancy's head had then fallen back and she could hear herself moaning as the fuck waves crashed through her again and again. She felt like she was sailing out into the void of space, whirling around and around in the darkness, never ending, never beginning in its infinity.
But her eyes opened in time to see the last twitching of her dripping pussy. She was primed for more ... much more of the real thing. Nancy knew that she could go on and on fucking and fingering her snatch, and yet in the end, or was there an end, she would crave for more. She thought of Robert then and would have done anything to have his cock right there for her to behold and worship had he wanted that before he rammed his joint into her cooze. But then the hard fact hit her. She couldn't be sure if Robert were going to be at the get together that night. For all she knew it might be just herself and Reverend Goon.
At any rate she didn't care if her petals swung and withered afterwards. She wanted to be as fresh as a rose.
And as she looked at her beautifully oozing cunt, she could barely discern the pouting wet lips open and close in a kind of kissing manner. They looked so sweet that Nancy wished she could somehow get her own mouth on them and kiss them back.
Nancy's quickie come had far from soothed her snatch, but she knew better than try to raise her temperature again. She quickly stepped into the bathroom and swabbed her pouting pussy lips and passed the warm wash cloth between them. Her soaking panties were useless and Nancy tossed them away.
That was all right since she had a pain of Pantyhose to fit on.
She sat on the edge of the bed as she drew them on over her shapely legs, and nestled into them, shaping her ass beautifully. She loved the way they molded her lower body into tight, smooth surfaces. They had a reinforced crotch, and when she walked in them, Nancy felt like one long, snug sex-sheath.
And soon she found out about Reverend Goon's 'parties.' It was Goon, Robert, another woman named Paula, and herself.
As for Robert, he had been getting a raging hard-on all day long at the prospect of screwing Nancy Drew to his heart's content. And Nancy fairly exuded sexuality and seemed to say, calling to any willing cock, "come fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And when he first saw her that night Nancy's hot looks stuck him momentarily dumb, but he regained his poise quickly to greet her like a perfect host. At the sight of the stunning woman he had at once looked positively turned on. He thanked God for bringing him so close to fucking her delicious cunny in the next few hours.
Goon, too, was radiating his sexual lust, and his mind at once travelled to the future. He would like to have the flashing sexpot Nancy all to himself again.
Paula was young, but a little older than Nancy. She was a voluptuous brunette, who looked slinky and ready to go.
Nancy had on a pair of tight navy-blue bell-bottoms and a tight cashmere sweater while Paula was rigged out in a matching pink blouse and mini-skirt which set off her brunette hair alluringly. Nancy was braless and Paula had on one of those half bras, her nipples poking seductively in the thin blouse.
They all eyed each other then Reverend Goon smiled widely and began a long speech on the destiny of the Goonies. Everyone draped themselves restlessly in the expensive furniture and soon the Goon speech had infectiously swept the entire room. Hang-ups and personal reservations dissolved quickly as they exchanged pleasantries and there was laughter on both sides.
They were all pros in the general art of love-making and at fucking, and they all sensed that it wouldn't be very long before they proved it.
Goon spoke on about how God wanted his select to enjoy themselves. Meanwhile, a man servant served drinks, strong drinks that everyone downed quickly.
When everything quieted down, Goon then chuckled, "What is there to discuss, anyway. We all know what we're here for!"
Everyone laughed. And at that moment the man servant asked if anyone wanted to hear a song on the stereo.
"Something slow," Nancy suggested, nestling against Robert's muscular arm. Her crotch was already getting hot merely from touching him. She practically leaned on him, his arms encircling her.
The man servant put on a mellow jazz number and Paul got up and began wiggling her lush hips at Goon, her ass flopping beautifully from side to side. Nancy pulled Robert off the couch onto the floor, glancing at the slightly discernible bulge in his crotch. She knew that she was going to get a real eyeful of cock-bulge when he got up. And she did, nine inches of it, shaking down his pant leg.
Nancy then began rotating her belly in a tight circle against his as he slid his big arms around her slim waist. Her belly movement was so erotic that she could have put any professional belly-dancer to shame right then. And as Robert pressed her lithe body to him. Nancy was pushing her crotch up to him, arching her flexible back, rubbing her thighs hard between his. Robert could feel her cunt bulge pressing against his thigh and Nancy, too, could feel his prick bulge hard against hers. OOoooo, she couldn't wait to get hold of the massive beauty he carried between his legs like a third leg! And it wasn't very long before the bulge grew harder and longer, throbbing in its need against her thigh. Nancy then shifted her hips accommodatingly, and rubbed where it was sure to do the most good through the cling raised V of her tight bells. She was really cunt-teasing the monstrous plunger she had already had in her cunny hole before.
Paula was getting her share of panty too. Goon had worked her short skirt up slowly as they danced, and was giving her the same groovy groin play.
"OOooohhh," she purred, "mmmm, you have a fat dong!" She giggled softly as Goon fondled her squirming bottom, heating her up front and back. Her skirt was all the way up to her asscheeks by then, and his big swollen cock was massaging her high cunt mound aggressively.
"Yes," he informed her, "like my belly ... fat!"
Paula's pantyhose were real tight and smooth and so shear that she quivered with shock when Goon slipped his big hands over her ripe fanny. Her face flushed and he could hear her little sighs of pleasure as he gave her cunt and ass a dry workout in time with the music. He was whispering exciting little things in her ear as her titties mashed against his chest and his swelling cock slid sensuously between her thighs and began rubbing under her bunched up skirt. Though it was still full clothed, Paula could feel the heat of its pulsating length through the sheer nylon reaching her cunt lips, opening them and rubbing in there. The sensation was just exquisite! Paula felt like fucking his prick right there! She realized that she couldn't take much more of the teasing he was exposing her hot, aching, dripping cunny hole to. She had to get that whang in soon.
"Oh my!" she breathed, rapidly loosing control of her aching, beckoning cunt. "Oh, oh, that's just wonderful!"
And in all to short a time, the record shut off, and while everyone stood around panting and drooling, Paula cursed, wishing the man servant had had the sense to put on some more. Everyone was just sort of wondering what to do next, or rather, how to go about doing it. Robert then piped up. "How about a little round of strip-poker."
Everyone laughed. Goon had a big smile. "You Americans have corrupted the old Korean ... Why? Why is this?"
"Reverend ... Reverend, we have traditions in this country."
"All right," bubbled Nancy, gluttonously eager to get that big dong out of Robert's pants. "Break out the dick ... I ... I mean the deck!"
Everyone laughed gaily, high on gin and the scent of lusting warm flesh, ready for the pleasure of glorious fuck.
"It's about time someone thought up an idea of getting out of these clothes," Paula contributed to the new idea.
"Say, a win counts as a winning hand for your partner," Robert informed them banteringly.
"Skirt or sweater?" Nancy grinned, eyes sparkling. Robert hadn't expected her to call his bluff.
"Hey, not fair!" Paula chided, "You've got less on anyway!"
Nancy blushed then as all three pairs of burning eyes focused on the braless quiver of her big boobs in the tight sweater. She was secretly proud of her pendulous breasts and her nipples, that were then stiffening at the delight of the piercing eyes they were getting. Nancy was feeling exotically delighted as the eyes seemed to burn her pink beauties into stiffened erectness. "OOhhh, they feel so good in this cuddly sweater!" she then told them.
There was laughter all around again.
Robert moved the coffee table in front of one of the twin sofas, and Robert brought a pair of chairs from the kitchen with the help of the man servant.
"Okay," he said, straddling the hassock, his cock hard in his slacks. "Face your partners!"
Nancy immediately took the couch across from him and Goon and Paula squared off in the chairs. Robert drew a deck of cards from a mahogany box on the table.
"Kings and queens wild," he said, "speed things up!"
Nancy trembled with utter delight when she saw her hand held two queens and two aces; she knew she had the first winner! OOOooo, she was all ginny and excited. She'd worn her baby-blue panties and wanted nothing more than to show them off. She kept spreading her knees and thrusting her crotch out to Robert, who stared in wild desire.
Paula meanwhile had worn no underwear and exposed herself boldly to Goon who blabbered and slobbered incoherently. His groovy dance step had her so hot still that she could hardly look at him without feeling she was going to cream her anytime. And Goon kept smiling at her inscrutably with those piercing, undressing eyes of his, and Paula knew that he was getting pretty well steamed up himself just looking at her wet crotch. His rod had formed a lovely, long ridge on the inside of one pant leg.
Nancy showed her hand then, and she heard her gin-thick voice telling Robert to take off his turtleneck. He whipped it off, and that almost did it for Nancy who was hanging dangerously on the edge of screaming her hot load of spunk. Her scream was just almost popping out of her channel of to her hot twat when she saw the black mat of hair on his broad chest and spare stomach. Those features were a rather thrilling contrast to the bare chests she had encountered in her short life. And Nancy tried with all her might and all the inner forces working up her so erotically to keep from spilling her spunk then. She wanted to be as hot as the very fires of hell when he took her and plunged his loving dong into her steaming poke hole. Nancy had to-squeeze her thighs together tightly to keep from having one glorious spunk-spewing right then. She knew that if she did, she would get shamefully out of control; probably cream and goo all over the floor, she thought. She hadn't felt so shivery slippery in ages! The strip-thing was really turning her tap on ... full blast.
Nancy waited impatiently as Paula played two successively winning hands; she had Goon's first take off his shoes, then his socks.
Then it was Robert who won, and Nancy felt her heart flutter when he told her to take off her blouse. And everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as her shaking fingers undid the blouse from the back and the big heavy boobs strained the material in front daringly.
Then the blouse was slipping into her lap and her bare beauties were exposed. The lacy, black bra covered only the bottom slopes and the creamy-white mounds thrust out invitingly. Her rosy nipples were throbbing so hard that Nancy shook with dizziness from the burning look of three pairs of eyes centered there. And through the dizziness, she could see that Robert was having a hard time from reaching across the table....
When Robert had first suggested strip-poker, Nancy's initial reaction had been one of self-consciousness. She had never ever voluntarily undressed for more than one person at a time. Of course under threat she had, but that was different. Now, she felt part of the inner sanctum of the Goonie organization. The whole relationship had changed.
But beneath her apparent embarrassment, Nancy reveled in the very thought of stripping in front of them.
Under her exterior, Nancy was a secret exhibitionist. After her initial fuck, when old man Foster had literally raped her, Nancy had picked up the habit of dressing and undressing in front of her open bedroom window, directly facing the bedroom window of a handsome young widower next door.
It had been exciting. She would turn out the lights, make sure her parents were asleep and mince around in her bra and panties she'd picked up at an expensive downtown lingerie store. She'd seen the pretty briefs on a tiny gold mannequin in the shop window, and knew immediately that they were just the thing for her private peep-show. In spite of the fact that Nancy came from well-to-do parents, and had a lavish allowance, she yet resolved to stealing whenever she got the chance. She sort of got a kick out of stealing the few delicate items like nylons and laces. So one day Nancy had gone into the store and began diddling in front of the slip rack.
She had seen the frilly things on a counter near one of the dressing rooms, so she picked out a slip and asked whether she try it on. And, as she headed towards the back, she had snatched a pair of the briefs and tucked them under a slip.
Nancy was laughing inwardly and her heart was throbbing as she drew the curtain of the stall. They hadn't seen the theft, she knew, and the fact added to the excitement as she admired the panties. She had worn nothing under the skirt, so she just stepped right into the whisper-sheer things. Mmmmm, they fit her real snug!
Nancy had put the slip back and left and, as she walked down the street, they had felt real tight and silky ... OOoohhh, wow! She had almost creamed in them just from the feel.
And so, every night, and sometimes in the mornings too, she would open her curtains and parade around in her sexy underwear until her legs would start to tremble. Then she would draw the curtains, lay back on her bed, and diddle her cooze until she would almost pass out from sheer pleasure.
Nancy knew that the widower watched her every movement, furtive at first, as she would only see a single uplifted blind, then bolder, drawing up the blinds fully and leaning against the window sill. He would even take off his shirt at times.
Nancy had never acknowledged his presence, carrying on as if he weren't there, while his eyes devoured her every movement, burning up her tender young body. Nancy was very careful, too, to avoid him when she knew that he was around, but she watched him hungrily on the rare occasions when he was outside caring for his house and lawn. He was remarkably handsome, and when Nancy would play with herself, she would fantasize that it was him with his fingers in her pussy. Peterson was his name ... and ooohhh, Nancy had dreams about Me. Peterson's ppp....
And one night when she was clad only in her panties, giving her titties a little juggle and jiggle as she strutted around, she noticed him in the window ... naked! Nancy had paused, pretending to be looking in a hand mirror, and stared. He was grinning at her.
Nancy had gone into a jerking little dance then, writhing her fat crotch at him, while she cuddled her breasts lovingly. And this had gone on for weeks; they would face each other and play with themselves until he spurted all over the window pane. Then Nancy would lie back in bed and finish herself off. Fortunately they were never found out.
Eventually, Nancy had been lying in her backyard sunning herself in a little bikini when she heard a voice from the adjoining yard. It was him, looking over the fence and calling to her. She had been terrified at first because she thought he worked during the day. What should she say? What should she do? Those were the weird thoughts that had flashed through her mind then.
Her parents had gone to the city for the day to see her mother's doctor about her alcoholism. He must have know that for he suddenly bounded over the fence and came toward her. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and Nancy could see the large protrusion of his cock bulging at the short crotch. She rolled over onto her belly, alarmed.
Nancy's parents were religiously strict, and her father had filled her with all sorts of strange and forbidden notions about sex. What he didn't know was that his dear daughter had already fucked or rather, been fucked, by not one, but a whole gang of pricks. However, she was terribly ashamed, not being fucked by Mr. Peterson, but at the thought of getting caught at it by her father. Nancy didn't care a damn about her mother.
Peterson had begun speaking to her in very determined tones, soothing her into arousal. He told her how much he liked her body and thanked her for the swell strip show. Then he had kneeled beside her and began fingering her swim top. Nancy had suddenly become all jiggly and itchy, prodding him on to fuck her twat.
"Hurry up, my parents might be back any minute," she had encouraged him, slipping her bikini bottom, and flailing her lithe legs to grip him as he lunged into her. Nancy saw his face about her twisted with fierce consuming lust, felt his hot breath on her neck as he fucked his raging hard-on into her pussyhole while she bucked and gyrated her cunny up at him.
They had both enjoyed the fuck, and there had began a nice little romancing affair of sucking and fucking.
For a long time, however, that exhibitionist side of Nancy had remained dormant, suppressed, concealed, but always tempting her to let it through so that it showed just a little, just a peep.
Hence, as Nancy sat there facing Robert and the rest, her body thrilling, the unexpected fulfillment of her forbidden hungers titillated her in a deep, secret place that caused her to revel in it. Robert was dealing then, and he must have stacked the deck for Nancy pulled another winner. Robert's slacks slid down then and his prick was sticking out like a battering ram in the silk boxer shorts.
Paula scored with Goon, and he too became bare-chested. Then it was Robert's turn with Paula, and her big, globular, shiny breasts burst out magnificent as the sweater went over her head. Nancy immediately felt a strange effervescence. To be that close to another woman's breasts! Ooohhh, there was something thrilling about them! They were making hers stand to attention!
And Nancy was still looking at those big melons when she heard Robert telling her to take her skirt off. She had been completely oblivious to the last hand which Robert had won.
That was Nancy's big moment, the one, perhaps, she'd always longed for in all her years as a wandering waif. Her panty hose fantasy had come true, and in front of an audience. She was kneeling all over with her personal panty hose pleasure, little currents of joy shooting up her as the skirt dropped to her ankles. The crotch of her hose was soaking wet with her juices, and , oh, everyone could see the sopping wetness of her cunny hole!
Nancy had been standing, dazed and dreamy, staring at Robert's-cock pointing and poking right up at her, when she could barely hear Goon's voice.
"Maybe you two finish elsewhere," he told them, smiling, beaming with fucked lights of his own. "Why don't you and Robert use the bedroom, little wonder?" he had suggested. "Me and this girl Paula will stay here."
And a dazed Nancy gingerly followed as she was being led, as if in a trance, by the drooling Robert.
He softly shut the door of the luxurious bedroom and turned to face Nancy, his pleasure snake bobbing and slithering under the satin tightness of his blue shorts. Robert was a secret dandy as well as he was on open swinger and second banana in the Goonie organization.
Nancy was waiting at the foot of the bed in her half bra and wet panty hose, shuddering with anticipation. Lately she had really been getting a work out and then that powerful man was coming toward her half-nude body, his big beak bulging with desire.
"Oh baby," he was saying, "You're exquisite!"
"Gosh, Robert," Nancy effused, "gosh, you don't know! Oh, come, come on, I can't wait any longer!!" He took her then, hungrily in his arms, and his lips surged against hers. Her mouth was soft, a hot delicacy to his probing, serpentine tongue stabbing into her lasting buccal cavern. Nancy pressed her ripe mound against his swollen organ and sighed with pleasure when she felt his hardness through the silk and her nylons. Robert then dipped his fingers over the smooth surface of her firm buttocks, gripping the soft, fleshy undersides and lifting her, rotating her fat mountainous cunny mound against his cock bulge, Nancy groaned, her tongue licking her lips hungrily.
She felt his big hands on her rounded soft belly working its way under the waist band of her hose, and plunging down between her thighs as they parted off their own before his probing fingertips. He wiggled the wet little pipe of her rigid clittie, sending Nancy moaning and rocketing into wild ecstasy. Robert wondered how that sweet little organ would taste in his sucking mouth as he plunged his fingers into her moist, rather wet cavern hot and bubbly with her fucked sires. Nancy sank to the edge of the bed then, quaking and pleading for his fat cock to fuck and fill her aching, itching cunny hole.
Robert knelt in front of her then, caressing the golden beauty of her smooth thighs, tickling the hard clit between the wet hose crotch, then hooking his thumb in the sturdy waist band and slowly drawing them down. Nancy was delirious with pleasure at his technique, feather-light, titillating, sensitive, and yet direct.
Her face was flushed with the excitement of being undressed as he peeled off the sheer hose, over her fat rounded ass cheeks, slowly slipping them from her thighs, over her calves, to leave them dangling uselessly around her left foot. A kind of delirium of lust had overtaken her as she lay there exposed to him, her open, wet red cunt starting up at him, begging him to take it and fuck it, and fuck it. Nancy groped between his legs then and he trembled as she clutched his swollen cock through the silky thinness of his shorts, squirming and spreading his legs to accommodate her searching fingers.
Nancy then found a button and unsnapped it, his hard cock leaping up at her like a striking cobra. Her hand then dropped inside hungrily until her fingers located the heavy sac of his testicles. Oh, how she wanted that big loving dong in her tunnel!
Nancy then felt him pulling out of her grasp, sliding down to kneel between her spread-eagled thighs as she lay there at the bottom of the bed, her long legs dangling down onto the floor. Right away she thought of George and how he had gone down on her cunt the same way. She still had to ask him about the marked facial closeness, but there was time enough for that. He had begun nibbling gently down her body and when his lips had reached the wispy red tendrils of her snatch bush, her eyes shut tight and she whispered endearingly to him, shivering deliciously the while....
"OOOOooohhhhh, that feels sssooo ggoooddddd ... sssooooo ggggooooodddddd!"
In the meanwhile Goon had sat facing Paula with a rampant hard-on disfiguring the lap of his tight flannel pants, his tongue darting over his lips as he eyed the bright coral medallions of her rigid nipples, hard and swollen with raging desire. Goon felt tongue and cock flesh harden at the beauty of the amazingly large breasts. And, in spite of his fuck sessions with her already, his eyes popped some every time they flopped and juggled. He had never had her but for a very short while; total nudity and foreplay was totally and completely out of the question. He had never been so primed for another man's wife, he sincerely thought.
Goon was a man who was used to having cute girls wet their cute little crotches the minute they saw his oriental, cock bulge, and one who simply waited until they took the initiative step. But when he had greeted the flashing dark eyes of Paula, his prick had swelled instantly. The bell-bottoms had fit her like a second skin, and her breasts jutted daringly in the sweater. There was no mistaking the reciprocal hunger in her eyes as they had travelled boldly over his thickly proportioned frame. The natural realization that they would soon be nude to each other in a process as simply as walking through a revolving door, had had them both squirming in their pants from the very first.
Paula had a kind of exciting look in her eyes, as if to say to the Messiah, 'come on; let's hurry and fuck,' and she had kept directing it his way. They were both alive with arousal caught in a criss-cross current of oral-genital craving, which had them charged to an unusually high pitch. They had both experienced an abundant variety of lovers, but here, there was something special, a shared sense that they each had found what they'd always sought. Sexual satisfaction gratified to exceeding bounds to suffuse their hidden torches that only strangers and not their usual bed partners could suitably supply.
Goon had really given it to her when they had danced and she'd started muttering obscenities in his ear as her lush body ground against him, telling him how she wanted it, he reaching down for her bottom, fanning out for her hot twat. Goon had heard her little cry and her arms had encircled his neck as she had spasmed against him, gasping and panting in real animalistic pleasure through the thing.
"Man, oh, man, that's wilder than the sneakies we had had! You don't waste any time, do you?" Goon had breathed deeply as she sagged weakly into his arms, still panting from her hearty release.
"You keep that up, big boy, and mmm ... I just might pants you right here," she had hummed throatily with lust.
"Pants? I not understand. What is this pants?"
Paula was floating on four gins and her pussy was itching so bad in her tight bells that she was twitching uncontrollably. She had always liked men with big, long cocks, and she really knew how to work one over; hands, mouth, pussy ... the works. The heat and resilience of a man's body, big and strong, could drive her to wild, depraved acts of love. In a sense Paula was literally obsessed, driven by an incurable cock-fever. A burning fever that only a cock could cure.
She had lost her virginity early to a lusting half cousin, but being fucked then practically every day since it had happened, had left an indelible mark on her sexual appetite, inviting her into a realm of dark urgings and cravings.
At the time her family was living in a small town north of the Mexican border which was regularly taken over by sailors on leave, mostly during the weekends. One drunken night three big strapping bruisers in tight bellbottoms had caught her in the street and had dragged her into a dark back alley. They'd told her she'd be killed if she screamed, and one by one they had fucked into her cunt draining their pent-up lust into her young, barely hairy cunt. A second and then a third time they had banged away at her poor little pussy, leaving her limp, half-conscious, and bloated with their gism. Their pricks had seemed as big and hard cunt. A second and then a third time they had banged away at her poor little pussy, leaving her limp, half-conscious, and bloated with their gism, their pricks like baseball bats, ripping her snatch apart as they had pumped her small hole. Paula had been thirteen at the time, but she had been capable of accommodating them and she sort of loved the mauling on her poor cunny in spite of the sharp pains she had felt. In fact, Paula had loved the feel of the pricks inside her belly, never minded the consequences.
And from then on, she had begun to make deliberate attempts at seduction, lingering on the streets, wearing thin little dresses and no panties. Usually she cornered and drew them into a deserted alley or garage where she would blow them and, if they had anything left, let them fuck her catty, sending her lissome teenage body into rapturous lust. Paula had courted disaster until one night, her head was battered into the cobblestones in a drunken fury.
It was just magical that she had survived and even recovered, but she did, and she still bore some of the marks of that weird night. Then Nancy had met and fucked with a man who eventually, she had thought, would marry her, but who didn't. This man, John Spleen, called her his 'sugar pie' from the moment he had first laid eyes on her; long-limbed, thirteen year old 'sugar pie.' Her dark hair, thick and wavy, swinging in a pony tail, dark eyes dancing as she laughed. His eyes had swept over her body, the white school blouse, tight over the pointed cone-shaped breasts, showing off the peaked plump nipples plainly making his member stir and stiff when she moved, graceful and feline in every step.
A sudden desire to strip her clothes off moved him to raise his eyes to her face again. Paula had been looking at him, and, slowly on eye closed and opened. Sugarpie and winked at him. For a moment he had hesitated then walked casually over to her. He had raised his hat when he spoke.
"Surely you are Miss Kennedy?" He had queried politely, and Paula's eyes and swept his swiftly but approvingly. Then she smiled slowly, even while teeth showing.
"You don't really think so, do you?" she parried, and suddenly he knew that she knew what he had in mind. His eyes showed it, her very body showed it, the way she stood thrusting her arrogant little cones forward at him suggestively.
John had grinned at her knowing mind. "Well, no, but how else could I get to know you?" and so saying, he gave her his card with his name and address on it.
Paula had looked at it and raised an eyebrow. By asking me, I expect," she parried again. John had drawn a sudden breath and with courage in both hands, casually and calmly said....
"You know what men think when they look at you, don't you?" He let that one register before he went on. "You know. I would love to take you to my apartment and show you how a man makes love to a girl like you; how a man fucks a cunt like yours!"
For a moment Paula had stood there completely flabbergasted at the very direct usage of such filthy language. But then, loving to hear the words as a tingly sensation swept through her young pussy, a slow smile spread across her face. "Frankly no ... I don't know ... but I'm good at guessing ... Anyway, what would you do?" Paula was playing at being a wise cunt again.
John Spleen drew a deep breath again. She was teasing him all right, he knew. "Do, why you little teasing devil!" he began.
Paula's eyebrows had quickly shot up and he had just as quickly apologized. However, inwardly, she had been getting a big laugh at deliberately teasing him. She definitely was not going to let up on his prick, she had thought, because he would have been the only one, only decent cock to have fucked her yet.
"Look, come over and let's talk in my car ... it's right over there." Paula had obediently followed him, her small pert ass swaying, to the parked car and got in beside him. And, as she had slid into the seat, his eyes had taken in the expanse of bar girlish smooth legs she had showed deliberately before smoothing her skirt down.
John had then driven to a quiet spot under the trees and turned to face her, lighting a cigarette. Paula had looked back at him with the same intense stare he was giving her; she liked what he had, what he was ... a good-looking man about forty, strong, sexy. "Well ...!" she had said questioningly, and John threw the butt out the window.
"You know very well you've got lovely legs and a gorgeous pair of tits on you. Well, how'd you like me to take those clothes off you and play with your bare bottom and your pussy, and then give you a length of hot, hard, solid prick to play with?"
Paula had been laughing inwardly still, considering his method of direct approach but, hearing that, she had given a sudden gasp and drew her breath in, her eyes wide. "Ohhhh ... I ... well ... I don't think ... I ... mean...!" she had stammered and failed to make it.
John apparently had her where he wanted and he smiled at his subtlety. "Well, would you? You're old enough to know when you give a man the jack, aren't you, you teaser? How would you like to see a real length of solid prick, eh?" and, as he spoke, he ripped his pants open and a huge truncheon of muscular, smooth, naked cock rose red-tipped and rigid from between his thighs. Paula had gasped, her eyes gazed at the massive thing a woman in her cunt.
Though Paula, in all her numerous escapades, had played with and sucked on a vast majority of cocks, she had never seen one that close. She reveled in the beauty that was revealed to her eyes.
"So, that's what it looks like ... oooohhhhh ... beautiful, but so big! That funny fat knob end like a helmet ... is that what you push into a girl's ... a girl's...?"
"CUNT, sugar-pie, into a girl's cunt, pussy, poke hole!" he had finished for her. "Yes, this is what you feel diddling you and sliding up your fat little cunny hole when you get yourself fucked. Come on, my little fat-cunted sugar-pie, let's have a look at your pussy ... get those knickers down...."
Paula had drawn back, appalled at his debauched words, but liking him the more every time he said 'CUNT' and 'FUCK' causing her pussy to go 'PING PING' every time he did. Then as his hand slid under her skirt, Paula had begun to give into letting him draw her panties over her skirt, giving in, letting him draw her panties over her ass, over her knees and ankles and then completely off her body. Then he had pulled her thighs wide apart, and her skirt rose up to expose her small, slightly hairy, plump cunt mound. The delicious piece of flesh rose up roundly between her smooth thighs, just a hint of the velvety dimpled cleft visible at the top of the high rise, John's eyes glittered, pierced and burned the exposed flesh.
"You little beauty, you ... my little sugar-pie ... you open your legs, darling ... let me see that fat gorgeous peach you're hiding between them...?"
Paula's legs had then slackened and parted under the encouraging words and, as her limbs fell open, the lovely, out thrust, peach-shaped mound of her young tender cunt became visible to his staring eyes. Plump and rounded, it rose proud and arrogant in naked defenseless purity in all her naked girlish allure.
But John didn't think that as young as she was and as innocent as her fat girlish cunt looked, that she had taken on a number of cocks that would send him reeling in doubt. He drew in a breath of pure delight. "You lovely, lovely, lovely little beauty!" He had said the repetitive words of praise huskily as his fingers slid to the high mound, toward the sweet velvet cleft dividing the gorgeous peach.
Paula had then gasped in both agony and pleasure as she felt his warm hand slid between her thighs, his fingers touching her, feeling her, probing, titillating ... slowly parting the sweet defenseless slit, to feel the small pouting lips of her young school-girl sweetness.
"OOooohhhhhh!" Paula had moaned as he took her hand and clasped it about the solid fleshy touch of his cock as it stood rampant in front of him. Her fingers closed around the smooth flesh knowingly.
"Go on ... go on, sugar-pie, darling ... you love it, eh? Go on wank me ... that's it, that's it ... your soft hand ... it really gives me that old jack feeling...!"
And as Paula began slowly, then faster to jerk and tug at the fascinatingly huge cock in her pumping hand, he barged a finger into her small, yet mature, cunt hole. Paula tightened the muscle linings of her sloppy hole then, an act that she was rather good at, giving him the feel of a rather tight, virginal cunny hole, without a maidenhead if he wanted to think thus. She was really getting into the feel of the confined loving then, and to ease the discomfort she slid flat down on the car seat, one foot on the floor, the other propped on the seat, her knees bent to enable him to fully engage himself with her hot quivering pussy hole.
And, as he dug deeper into her cunny channel, Paula had felt her lust awakening further, and she began to squeeze and yank faster at the fat hard cock while he gasped and breathed hard, his middle finger pumping furiously into her secreting cooze. Paula couldn't hold on too long at being a tight virginal cunt, so she let go the contracting muscles, and immediately his finger slid freer and easier into her hot bubbly poke hole. And Paula was getting the most delicious finger-fuck of her young teenage life. Then, when she was on the point of spilling her scum, John ripped her open, the white blouse, then the small silk bra, to expose the nakedness of her small, pert, pointed tits; pink-nippled beauties that responded nobly to his first flicking tongue lashing. Both her nipples grew erect at the very first touch to form firm-pointed nubs of sexual delight. John had then bent over her, sucking and kissing lasciviously at each lovely, sexual spike, all the while his finger thrusting and withdrawing from the velvety encircling confines of her wet, hot little love box.
"You beauty, you gorgeous fucking beauty," he had gasped. "Go on ... let the last drop ... aahhhh ... nnnnn ... oohhhh!" and as he spasmed, he rammed his probing finger full length into her gash. He could feel Paula react then under his own state of oblivion as she thrust her cunt mound up at his frigging hand and began to jerk and toss. Paula too, began to squirt her sweet girlish love-dew all around his fucking fingers to drip out of her snatch and fall onto the seat.
"OOOooohhhh ... mmmm ... ggggoooooddddd!!!!" Paula had shrieked as she began spilling her cream while his fingers continued to finger her pussy until the last drop to her cream was drawn from her belly. "Lovely ... lovely ... I never come like this when I do it!" Paula shuddered again, jerked again spasmodically as she finished her orgasm.
John looked down at her naked body lying there, legs spread wide, small dripping cunt hole waiting ... and suddenly he began straddling her snatch in the very confined space of the car. He thrust his half erect prick against the smooth softness of the curve of her mound, and finding the velvet cleft, plunged savagely against her pouting lips, driving the hardening cock flesh right home. "Smack," he lipped the word as his belly slapped against her as pelvis met pelvis.
Paula moaned once, then wound her long legs against his waist as she felt herself being fucked deliciously, ravenously, expertly. Right on target the great weapon struck, pushing back her girlish womb farther up her belly to make place for all the massive nine-inches of his raging cock flesh.
Paula moaned again and again in complete enjoyment, her body jerking and squirming again and again as the hard rod prodded farther and harder up her tight, deliciously mobile cunt. Paula loved the feel and the delicious work-out her cunt was getting.
"You little beauty you, you little fucksome darling ... you gorgeous bit of school-girl cunt stuff!" muttered the cunt hungry man as he thrust his fat knob into her ripe oozing poke hole. The Paula gave a sudden gasping moan and her back arched, her ass raised to thrust her small egger cunt smack smack onto his impaling prick. She caught him every time on the descending stroke, meeting him halfway up on the air to grind and gyrate her cunt against his pelvis. And John felt himself beginning to experience the mounting sensation of a scalding cum pumping through the small tight passages of his urethra.
"AHHHHHH ... aaaggggrrrhhhhh ... no ... nnnooooo ... you devil ... aaaaggghhhhhh!" he had screamed as Paula suddenly cupped his dangling balls in one hand, and encircling her thumb and forefinger of the other at the base of the fucking cock and squeezed hard, strangling the natural and exuberant flow of semen as he plunged and writhed on top of her.
"Go on, fuck me ... push this great fat cock up my pussy ... my cunny hole ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... ram me ... smack it into me ... ooohhhh ... I'm coming ... I'm spewing my spunk ... MMMMMM!" Paula moaned and screamed as she tossed and jerked in delirious fuck fulfillment, feeling her body scream for release. John slowly withdrew his steaming, aching cock from her bubbly cavern as her come-spasm subsided and she lay peacefully still. His cock was swollen and suffused where she had constricted the flow.
"You devil, you little fucking devil! Never do that again! You could kill a man like that, you cunt-stuff bitch!"
But soon the temper had gone from him and they had sat there quietly in the car, Paula eating a chocolate, John smoking furiously, his face frowned into serious thought.
"Look, sugar-pie," he said at last, "you're a real nympho, and you like a real long satisfying fuck, don't you?"
Paula had nodded, blushing at his, natural flow of obscenities. "Well, how about coming to my apartment tomorrow in the afternoon, and I'll give you the time of your fucking life! You know, a real naked fucking, the pair of us naked! You could have it anyway you like, you beauty. And you could play with my cock and balls while I give you a groovy jerk off?"
Paula had nodded, eating away at her chocolate. She liked him, and she loved to be fucked; so why not?
And so, the next afternoon, in gym slacks and socks, blouse and school hat, satchel filled with books, Paula met him at his place.
Locking the door of the apartment, he had lit two candles on the mantle, put the lights out in the sitting room, drew the curtains in the bedroom, then stripped naked. Paula had watched eagerly as all of this went on, and then her eyes became glued to his dangling, half-hard cock hanging from between his thighs, the soft heavy balls supporting the monster with its red tipped, helmet-shaped knob peeping from the roll of encircling skin at the tip. Paula had then reached out for and found it, encircling its massive length in one hand, holding the soft warm fat glass in the other, feeling the great sausage-shaped beauty lengthening and swelling in her grip.
"Beautiful!" he had exclaimed, and arched upward as she slid her encircling hand down the then fast hardening muscular flesh of his rod. Paula had watched curiously as it grew bigger and stiffer, to finally stand a curved rigid length of nine inches in all of red-knobbed, velvety tipped, cock flesh, the slack full false half lifted under the muscular tool. And as Paula, curious and interested at the sight of the great erection, casually closed her fingers and thumb about the head, she saw the organ cringe in the pleasure it was getting. At that, John thrust upward in a jerking motion that caused his rigidity to thrust through the encircling fingers deliciously.
"You beautiful, gorgeous cock-teaser!" he had muttered and, bending forward, put his hands on her eager shoulders, then closed his lips around one ripe eager nipple, sucking and kissing it. Caressing her, he then drew the whole cone of the small plump girlish outthrust tit into his mouth. The effect of the hot Paula was heavenly.
Then, with his tongue, flicking and titillating the rapidly, deliciously erecting nipples, he stood as Paula, with slow urgent movements, started to pump his prick, shutting and opening it so slightly that caused him to suck harder at her pert breasts. Paula then leaned back like a lioness with her prey to watch him sucking her hardening tits.
"Oooohhhh, I like that; it's nice ... It makes me feel all lovely and tickly around between my thighs and inside my belly. OOooohhh ... do that to me ... so beautiful!" Paula had then reached down with one hand and, drawing up her skirt, she fumbled for a moment at her knickers, then slipping her fingers down the waist band, she cupped the firm plump mound that nestled so luxuriously between her thighs, spreading them wide to get a bigger area to finger and feel her hot cunt box.
At the lewd sight of her trying to wank herself off in front of him, the astonished John drew back and stood upright again.
"Why, you sexy little bit of cunt hole!" he gasped, "come here, you teasing little nympho, let me do that for you!" he said, pulling her close to him, fumbling with her underclothes.
What a picture Paula had made standing there with her two naked breasts, red-tipped and fat-nippled, her skirt rumpled over her fast-moving wrist as she stroked and caressed her young cunny mound, while her other hand was pumping away gleefully at his enormous erection.
Knowing that she would soon have him shooting his spunk all over her hand, John drew away, letting his prick quiver before him as he got his hand in the elastic waist band of her panties. He drew them down then, pulling her hand away from its delicious task and, cupping the hot firmly outthrust mound in his own, he felt for and found the velvety cleft that was already dripping her juicy secretions. John slid two fingers into the moist slit, rubbing up and down the entire long length. Then he commenced to feel for her small excited clittie.
"OOOooohhhh ... nice ... nice ... so lovely ... hot, slippery finger tip ... I just adore rubbing off ... I've always longed to have a brother so I could have sex with him in bed, and wank him, while he felt me and wanked me too. I think boys are lucky to have a lovely cock of their own to play with. I often lay awake and feel my pussy and pretend I've got a nice boy doing it, while I play with his prick and make it hard ... MMMMM ... go on ... please push your finger up farther ... aaahhhh ... that's it, that's it ... farther ... I wish I had lots of boys doing it all at once like you are now...!" And Paula, eyes closed, mouth open, tongue tip peeping out, rocked up and down as John slowly felt and fingered the sweet deliciousness of her thirteen year old cunt. And for her part, he was fighting hard to keep from flinging her across the bed and there and then raping her savagely, satisfying his great weapon which throbbed iron and hard and rigid.
John had left her cunt-hole for a minute to rub his wet, cunt-juiced fingers on her tits, rubbing the nipples, into red erectness. Then, without any warning, he plunged his sucking mouth onto them, licking off the cunt cream he had placed there, sucking at the hardening nipples furiously, taking as much as one whole girlish boob into his mouth at a time. Then his hand went back to her dripping cooze, cupping and squeezing the hot, steaming outthrust rise. He found the sweet velvety cleft again and slid two fingers inside it, and as they slipped within the soft, warm curve, he again found the pouting softness of her wet sweet lips, deliciously slippery with her girlish love dew, and pressing gently with his finger tips, slipped them within the soft sweet encircling grip of her hot dripping hole again. Paula moaned happily as he explored the small wetness of her fuckable little slit.
"OOooohhhh .,. ooohhhhhh ... OOOHHHHH ... I love this ... I just adore being loved ... being jacked off. Do you like feeling a girl's cunt?" She had asked happily as her hand went again to feel and caress the hot smooth-knobbed weapon quivering before her. Paula grunted with pleasure, feeling the sweetness of her girlish delights.
"Of course I like feeling little girls cunts ... lovely fat smooth little cunts ... gosh, sugar-pie, you do know how to bring a man's cock up, don't you?" For as the hot John spoke, Paula had gingerly taken the sensitive tip of his prick and was caressingly fingering it.
Suddenly he had jerked away from her, then picking her up, walked over with squealing happily to the big bed that he had made ready. Gently sitting her on the edge of it, he began to undress the very willing little cunt of the remainder of her clothing. The blouse he pulled over her head, the bra, already pulled aside and unsnapped, was quickly removed, and then he stood looking down at the lovely young cunt who was looking up at him adoringly, her twin-peaked titties quivering slightly with her rapid breathing, the cherry-red nipples in their pink center begging for his kisses ... then the skirt; swiftly bending forward, he unfastened the side zipper and slid it down over her dangling feet. Then the laced edge half-slip which was provocatively shielding the bare, smooth, rounded thighs across which were stretched the elastic-waisted panties already half way down her thighs.
Then Paula woke from her reverie and saw, amazingly enough that Reverend Goon was at the same place as John had been all those years ago. Deja vu!
What a picture of beauty she was, sitting there in her maturing body. Eager breasts jutting, the firm rounded mounds upthrust, the wet cleft between her half closed thighs, the discernible fuzz of black cunt curls over the cleft clothing it in a sheen of delightfully suggestive femininity. And last but not least, her shapely, rounded, firm ass, dimpled beautifully wide and high magnificence. Goon leered at her then reached, his pecker six inches forward.
Robert sized Nancy up on the bed. "You little fuckable teasing desirable bit of cunt ... my lover girl ... my gorgeous prick-teasing beauty ... lay back ... my lover girl my gorgeous prick-teasing beauty ... lay back ... open your cunt and raise it high for my cock. That's really a gorgeous position, you fucksome cunt lover ... now just draw your legs up, darling, open and bend your knees ... yes ... like that. That's it ... that's it my dear ... open your knees as wide as you can ... Aaaaahhhh, lovely, beautiful ... what a beauty ... what a picture of the perfect cunt. Waiting to get fucked, yes dear God, waiting to get fucked! What a beautiful fuck position! Real fucky-fucky ... you wonderful, proud-cunted bit of fucksome ass. I'm going to stuff my fat cock as far as it will go ... right into that fat little cunny ... do you hear me?"
Nancy had heard, and loved every bit of what he had said. She snuggled herself up on her shoulders and ass, throwing forward and upward the fat plump firmness of her well-displayed pussy mound.
But wanting to tease him the more, Nancy said, "you don't half-like little girls' cunt like you're saying, do you? Go on, I bet you wouldn't kiss it and make my little red clittie come out. I just love to tackle my little red love button. Once I nearly made it come out half an inch merely from tickling it with a sponge ... it's so gorgeous ... go on, make it peep out of the lips ... oohhh, I love it...!" Nancy had dared him, and as she spoke, she eagerly slid two fingers down between her spread open thighs, one on either side of the swelling mound deliberately pressed them apart so that the soft cleft slowly opened, parting to reveal in all its glorious wonder the sweet red pouting mouth of her delectable cunny hole, and the red tip of her clit.
The teased Robert had licked his lips as she had finished her endearing, and bending down, clamped his eager mouth to the perfectly-opened clittie. Nancy gave a gasp and arched her back and raised her fat mound as she felt his hot open mouth cover her naked cunny lips and slit. And then, as his tongue slid within the soft cleft, teasing and titillating, exciting the hidden protrusion of her love tip, Nancy moaned again, and spread her cunt wider yet.
Robert gulped as he felt against his lips the hot, slippery tip of her button emerging until, as he drew back for air and feasted his eyes on the gorgeous display there, he saw to his lusting delight the sight of her clit-what, in fact was 'a woman with the horn!' Small like the tip of a tongue, it peeped coyly from the moist sweetness of the small pouting slit, red and velvety in texture and, even as he watched, it emerged further from the slit as she stroked again the high mound with two fingers, drawing them up on either side of the open cunt slit and then, as she arched herself upward, just touching the velvety tip of the protrusion.
"You randy little fuck-stuff cunt!" he had gasped in utter astonishment. "You fuckable little prick-hungry pussy hole ... I'm going to kiss you off now!" and he dived between her wide-spread thighs again, his open mouth closing over the red hot tip, then in swift sucking motions, he began to suck and tongue the little female cock until he could feel it quivering under his touch.
"You beautiful little fucker!" he huskily told her. "You wonderful woman," and as he spoke, he mounted her lovely naked body, his knees between her wide open thighs, lifting her lithe body to him, and smacking his pendulous ram-rod cock against her wet open waiting cunny lips.
"OOOooohhhh, marvelous ... glorious ...!" she had crooned as she felt the weapon rubbing gingerly in her wet begging slit.
The sensation was great, just marvelous. Nancy moaned and arched her back so that her pussy began to open like a morning rose-bud. And Robert, instead of thrusting his cock again into her inviting cavern, he lifted his body over her and, straddling her breasts so that his balls dangled between them, he pressed his knob down towards her sweet smiling mouth.
Now Nancy loved nothing better than the taste of a big salty cock, especially one coated with her own secretions. And, raising her head slightly, she slid her tongue over the purple tip, and the pair of fucker moaned in pleasurably delight. She had then opened her mouth, and in one swift motion encircled the whole fat headed knob, her tongue tip darting and flickering over the sensitive tip maddeningly.
Kneeling astride her bobbing head, Robert just closed his eyes, letting her go to work on him, feeling her sucking and teasing at his cock with her small mobile mouth. Nancy drew back gasping ... "Now me ... do it like that to me!" She had whispered pantingly, pushing him down until he was kneeling on the floor in front of her hot open cunny. His face was between her open thighs close to her cunt that was gaping open hungrily before him. Nancy took her fat ass-cheeks in his palms then and gingerly went down on her pussy, greedily mouthing and lipping the hot wet slit.
"Ahhhh ... lovely ... that's real fucky to feel ... go on ... make me spurt ... make me cum ... ooohhhhh ... it's wonderful ... ooohhhh!" squealed the young cunt as she squirmed and writhed in lustful delight, jerking and humping her ass for him to lap at her cunny better. But all the bucking and tongue-fucking was too much for her playmate. Suddenly he mounted her, thrusting his rigid prick between her thighs and finding the soft wet open mouth of her saliva-coated pussy hole, he thrust savagely, sending the full nine-inch trunk of hard muscle straight up into her gaping cooze. Fully home it plunged, curving upward within her warm embrace, thrusting hard against the erect sensitive clit and making her squeal with utter delight at the exquisite sensation. With his knees clamped about her hips. Robert began to fuck her in earnest, thrusting and withdrawing her swollen cock, while Nancy wiggled her ass under him, already in the last throes of her hot scalding orgasm.
As she had begun to squirt, her hand had grabbed his balls and was pressing them against her distended cunt opening, giving him the most tantalizing pleasure in her delicate touch. And as she squeezed and kneaded them, moaning softly all the while, his rigid tool began to jerk and life in her poke hole. And almost immediately he felt his own load of hot cum start to raise and flood his balls which lifted, paused, then pumped. Nancy's cunt muscles contracting around it, seeming to pull everything out of him. At each savage thrust, she smacked his swollen balls-plop-into her gaping slit, the velvet tip of his hot prick, slippery with her squirt, bursting hard into her small womb as great jets of rich scalding scum spurted from his tiny prick hole into her receiving cunny hole.
"Oooooohhhhh," she moaned, "MMmmmmmmm!" as the load hit her.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Robert bellowed, "this is wonderful ... glorious fuck!" And as the sensations of lust spewed from their bodies, and the pent-up feeling of release died within them, he slowly withdrew his limping cock, the steaming, slippery monster from her wide-stretched pussy hole causing her to moan again with delight at the soft plopping sound with which it came out of her twat. Then Nancy sank back onto the bed completely exhausted from the furious fuck she just received.
Robert, however, underestimated the youthfulness of his sexual partner, for, when he returned from the bathroom, he found and was greeted by the young woman sitting up in bed, diddling herself.
"Go get me some ice cream," she demanded. She craved ice cream.
And Nancy, amazed but also tickled at the thought of this young girl already banged, demanding food to get up her strength for further fun and games, quickly dressed and made his way to the downstairs kitchen.
And upon his return, his eyes were bulging.
"What's the matter?" Nancy said, seeing his expression.
"Reverend Goon is fucking Paula's ass and blood is coming out!"
"Blood? UUUuuuuu, that sounds terrible ... give me my ice cream."
Robert gave her her ice cream and spoon and Nancy dipped in while Robert got undressed. She looked over to him and smiled as she watched his pecker come out once again, springing to life like a bird from a cage.
