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(MM/f-teen, ped, reluc, 1st) *** My daughter has just driven off in a squeal of tires when the doorbell rang and there was the beautiful Amy, the friend she was supposed to be waiting for, the one I had seen a dozen times and got an erection from every single time. The tall girl blinked at me as I held the door open and then brushed past, smelling good and looking better. I had been painfully hard since early that morning and hoped this opportunity was going to pay off in a big way. I admired her well-shaped ass in her tight-fitting jeans, her deep spine trench and the wide ribbon of bare girl skin at her trim waist and closed the door, flipping the lock. I sure hoped she was sixteen, but I was certainly not going to ask. I could already picture her impaled and writhing on my thick spear like a pig roasting on the spit. "She just went to the mall with some guy in a red roadster, one of those new Pontiacs," I told her as I admired her jutting tits which stretched her cotton sweater. I had seen her in a bikini, so I was well aware of what lay beneath the loose-knit garment and it certainly wasn't a bra. Amy's jugs were thirty-six's I'm sure, softball sized at least, high on her chest and they barely jiggled when she moved. I damn near had a heart attack watching her play volleyball out on the lawn last summer. She pouted nicely. "Oh, that's Jimmy James, her newest admirer. He's a rich one, that boy, a keeper." "Said she'd be right back," I said. "Told me to entertain you." I tried not to leer as I pictured her bare and begging for more. She was a big girl nearly six feet tall and probably 150 pounds or so, with a wonderful rack and broad shoulders, dark eyes, a full mouth and auburn hair. Not a traffic stopper perhaps, but a number one piece of ass in anybody's book, a well-toned hard body as we used to say with legs that went all the way up. I stepped to her smiling, said, "You won't need this sweater in here," and pulled it off, right over her head. She squealed and her boobs bounced as I tossed it away and ostentatiously licked my lips. "Nice," I said as she sputtered, grabbing one and mouthing the other. They were warm and firm, a nice handful, the small nipples upturned, and she certainly needed no support. "Wait, wait," she gasped as I nibbled and sucked while my right hand unbuckled her wide belt and unsnapped the top button of her jeans and my left mauled her right jug and twisted her little nipple and then stretched it out a bit. Her tits were quickly hard and pointed, and she was trying to push me away with both hands, shuffling her feet as I forced her back toward the big sofa and rubbed hard on her nipple with my tongue, capturing it between my front teeth. By then it felt like a finger tip. "You really taste good," I told her, licking firmly on her jug and then switching to the other full, young breast as I pulled down her zipper. "No, no, Mr. Jackson, please don't. You don't understand." Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, so I kissed her and let our tongues get acquainted. I kissed her hard and long, gnawing her soft lips, ignoring her squirming and pleading, yanking down her Levis as I explored her mouth and mauled her big boob, kneading it like bread dough. I pushed her back to the wall, slid both hands down her lean hips and over her firm buttocks, got well inside her cotton panties, lifted her up, flipped her over onto the big, leather sofa and stripped off her jeans, underpants and shoes all at once, peeling her out. She landed with an 'oof' and sprawled nicely, giving me a good view of her carefully shaved peach with its tightly pursed lips, just then my goal in life. I licked my lips and felt my big cock surge. Cunnilingus is one of my favorite hobbies, and I hadn't eaten a teen-ager for a good while. I always liked the hairless ones better, but of course, I wasn't picky when it came to oral sex. Once I got my tongue into a female, she was mine to do whatever I wanted with. I hate to brag, but I am good. I started undressing and she rolled over and stared at me with a shocked look. "Are you crazy?" she squealed, one arm across her chest and the other hand between her long legs. 'What are you doing? Come on, Mr. Jackson, get serious." "I am getting ready to entertain you the best way I can, honey, so if you aren't wet, I suggest you do a little rubbing down there." The damn girl's legs were, I'm sure, more than a yard long and very well muscled, like a dancer or swimmer and she was both. I could hardly wait to feel them around my body, to shove her knees back to her ears and plunge into her. I wondered if I could get her head down on the floor and drive it straight down into her little hole. She actually looked frightened, and I liked that, but then I probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds or so. I tossed away my shirt, toed off my shoes and unzipped my khakis while she started to crawl away from me. I blocked her path, yanked down my trousers and boxers and let my big cock spring forth, eager for action, curved upward, red and dripping. It must have looked like a telephone pole to her because she screeched. I stroked it out and shook it at her, the helmet-shaped head nearly purple, suffused with blood and very sensitive. It had been like that since I got out of bed, hard to satisfy. I had jerked off in the shower, but it stayed hard even after spraying the tiled wall with my semen. Then she really screamed. "Oh no," she cried, pointing, "you wouldn't put that thing in me. No, please, don't, don't! I've never done it, honest, honest!" I gripped her under the arms, rubbing her jutting boobs as I did so, and tossed her back on the sofa, climbed between her raised knees with my spear jutting out like a bowsprit, pre-cum dripping and blood surging, and dove between her legs, grasping her thighs and spreading her wide, mouthing her mounded vulva and the prying her open with my coiled tongue. When I ate them, they stayed eaten. I nibbled gently and her lips parted, fluttering as I probed. I changed my grip to her buttocks and squeezed hard, pressing her to my face and hungry mouth. I sucked. I lapped. I nibbled. Fingers came later; cock much later, right now it was all tongue. It only took a couple of deep licks before her little clit popped out looking like a mini-penis, but I kept tongue fucking her and bumped it with my nose until I felt her juices begin to flow. By then her vagina was very slippery and ready for action, her outer lips flapping and inner ones wiggling out, seeking, needing, wanting what I had for her. I knew she needed it, every thick inch of it. She was sobbing and writhing, pushing on my head with both hands, but when I sucked in her clit and it quickly hardened, it was all over; she had lost the battle. She surrendered utterly, and she really squealed when she came, bucking and kicking, with three fingers wiggling in her box, two of mine and one of hers, all hooked upward, seeking that G-spot. I sucked, tongued and nibbled until she managed to stiffen and come for a second time before I crawled up on her overheated body and lodged my fat cockhead between her soaked and quivering labia. There was no fight left in her defenses; the gates were open and she was at my mercy. I had none. In it went like a battering ram, captured and soothed, stirring around at the soggy entranceway, just an inch or so of pleasure-filled penetration, the blood-filled pussy lips closing behind it, and I smiled down at her, gathered myself and impaled her, ramming all seven inches of my thick rod into her young body. Nothing, absolutely nothing, feels better. I'm sure she didn't mean to, but her young quim milked it, squeezing firmly as she closed her eyes, stiffened her wonderful body, and sighed. Her hard nipples rubbed my bare chest, digging grooves. "Gah," she gasped as her body arched so that only her heels and the top of her head were touching the leather. I pushed deeper still and noticed that my son was standing on the stairs, watching and grinning. I gave him a wave and got down to business, making slow and smooth moves in and out of her while she continued to whimper and squeeze, restraining myself, my need for action. I probably could have fucked her for a half- hour at that slow and exciting rate, but my body demanded more, a lot more, more friction, more depth, more of her muscular vagina which was pulsing on my stiff tool. "Oh don't, please don't," she sobbed. "I'm a virgin. I've never done it, never, never. Pull it out, oh please pull it out." She snapped her head from side to side, covering her face with her hair and gasping, "It's too big, too big." I guess she didn't realize that her begging was too late, much too late. I guess I laughed because she didn't know she was no longer a virgin. She gasped up at me, realizing what we both knew. She was very tight and her deep muscles were fluttering, her labia quivering as I gave her half-foot thrusts about five seconds apart, barely a slow marching pace, not even balls deep yet, moving steadily and mechanically, enjoying every second of it, counting them off in my mind, hoping to get to fifty. "I didn't feel a cherry break," I told her while my pelvis kept on surging, driving it into her mercilessly, "and I've busted a few." Her pussy was absolutely wonderful, in constant motion, lips grasping and muscles rippling. My cockhead hit something that felt like a sponge, and she went stiff and moaned so I butted it a couple of more times, figuring on stretching her some, thinking about my second and third tries at entertaining. I had some long term goals involving several different positions of pleasure, at least for me. "No, no!" she gasped. "It's been gone for years, gymnastics, yaahhhh," she screamed as I hit something raw or very sensitive deep within her. "Oh lord, you're unto my uterus. I feel things splitting, tearing, oh please pull it out. You're killing me. No more, no more, I can't. I can't." She twisted and shook, making odd sounds deep in her throat, on the spit and thoroughly cooked. I decided to rotated her on my spear and baste her with my cum. She was drooling and moaning, acting already exhausted "Wrap your legs around me, honey, clamp me to you and we'll have some fun," I told her as I felt my balls melding into a single globe and tightening up at the base of my thick cock. "We're just getting started, this is the breaking-in period, baby, the best comes later when you start moving with me." I do love riding young ones, and this girl was one of the best ever. I could feel my cockhead pulling her flesh outward on each slow withdrawal. She could really take it while some of the kids I've fucked fainted or screamed until their throats were raw. I remember a nubile 13-year-old that was unconscious for ten or fifteen minutes after I cornholed her. Of course, that fact barely slowed me down. She continued to gasp and whine so I got my arms under her long legs, lifted her ass off the cushions, got up on my knees and really fucked her, slamming my big ram into her tight vagina time after time until we were loudly smacking our flesh together and our groins were getting kind of squishy. Every thrust was a thrill because she was not only tight, she was vibrating, spasming, roiling on my stiff rod, giving me a whole series of exciting pleasures. Once I was into her immature womb, it was full bore fucking, half-foot thrusts with 250 pounds behind each one. I held back nothing; I was a ravisher and I loved it. I flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, backed off until my fat glans popped right out of clinging lips, was tempted by her tiny anus but put my prick back where it was needed and drove up all the way in, evidently hitting a very sensitive spot on the way because the luscious girl almost jumped out of her skin when I did, climaxing as if shocked with a taser. So I went back and rubbed it a few time and she fell to whimpering, tears running down her face.. She ducked her head and sobbed, begging me to stop. I was in deeper, right to the hilt, my balls buried in her folds when I started another series of deep rams, holding each one fully in her until my cock jumped or flexed and she squealed and bucked. I felt her pelvis begin to move, move to and fro, the first sign that she was starting to enjoy our vigorous coupling. By then, although I had lost count, I was sure I had done a hundred. "Lord, honey," I told her as I slid my hands from her hips up to her dangling boobs, stroking them, squeezing them, kneading her jugs, "we're just getting started. Aren't you having fun?" I gripped them hard in my big hands, and she groaned as her tits popped out between my gasping fingers. My son, who was now sitting across the room and watching intently, his shoes already off, laughed. "You want her when I take a break?" I asked him, my hips moving up and down machine-like, a well digger in action or a pile-driver perhaps. "Sure, Dad, if you leave me anything worth screwing." "Oh, she's good, boy, good and tight, claims she was a virgin, and she might have been." The girl was now just grunting in time with my one-a-second rams, eyes closed, drooling and sobbing while I mauled her boobs, our overheated bodies in concert, both seeking the same release, but her body was moving, undulating. By then I had pushed her down the length of the sofa, plowing away until her head and hands were braced on the arm, and she could go any further. I pressed my toes against the other arm and dug deeper, rutting like a fool. "You on the pill?" I asked her as I felt my semen moving like a lava flow within me, my hands then on her shoulders, holding her to me as I smacked us loudly together. She shook her head and gasped out, "No, no, please don't." I drew my stiff horn from her clinging pussy, rolled her over, laid it between her firm, young breasts, pushed them together and said, "Open wide." I thrust all the way up her cleavage until my scotum was between her jugs and jetted out four thick ropes of my spend, coating her face and hair with my cum but getting a good bit on her mouth and then I moved up and put the cockhead between her lips and said, "Clean it off, honey. That was awful good." We were both gasping for air. I winked at my son as he got out of his clothes. His riled cock is almost as long as mine but it's a good bit thinner, but he sure does know how to please the girls. I sometimes hear his bed squeaking and groaning when he's got some little slut in his room, and they almost always scream out their pleasure. Since he's young, he can come two or three times without much of a break, but I need my rest and sometimes a little purple pill to get going again. My cock was already flaccid, hanging down over my throbbing balls and dripping. I felt good, spent but satisfied that I had done a good job; sure the pretty kid had climaxed three times at least. I used the bathroom, rinsed off my thick weapon at the sink, got a pep pill and a glass of water and sat down to watch my boy entertain his sister's friend. He was into her spoon fashion so he could maul one tit and suck the other at the same time, their legs intertwined, her body moving in concert with his. She was whimpering but I noticed that her hips and pelvis were beginning to get in sync with my son's hard thrusts, and he seemed in no hurry. She might not have been loving it, but she was cooperating and getting the best she could from his efforts. I wondered how many times she had come after I saw her gasp in pleasure and rub at her erect clit as they changed positions without coming apart. "You were right, Dad, she's young and tender, fresh meat, seldom used, maybe never like you said. Best I've had in a long time." He laid back so she was spread atop him and then helped her sit up and taught her the pleasures of reverse cowgirl and by the time he came, with her hands down on his knees, she was really giving him a good ride, rutting like a pro, slapping his haunch and urging him on, moaning something that sounded like, "More, more." I picked her off him, put her on my shoulder and took her up to the spare room, ignoring the goo that was running down the inside of her thighs. I guess he didn't ask her about birth control. "You up for some double-teaming?" I asked my boy. He just smiled and bounced his long prick in his hand as I put the moaning girl down, and she pulled up her legs, sobbing and sniffing and curled into a ball. I fingered her anus and she whimpered. "Get a condom," I told him, "and you can have her ass. I'm sure it's cherry too." He was back quickly with his prick sheathed. By then I was on my back and had forced Amy to mount my stiff manhood and sit on my loins, facing me, breasts still high and hard. She looked shocked. My hands were filled with her hickey marked breasts and she was writhing, grinding us together, eyes closed, lips parted, somewhere else in her mind as she bounced on my belly, fucking herself over and over on my stiff mast. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, when my daughter got home, she found her brother boning her friend from behind while Amy did her best to suck my big and very satisfied cock. My daughter just stood and watched, one hand on hip. "We're entertaining her," I said with a smile, well past the point of ejaculating. "They sure are," said Amy with my limp cock in her hand. She grinned and put it back in her soft-lipped mouth. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 60