Chapter 4
Sara's entire pelvis was kicking above the water line of the bathtub as she arched her body upwards to reach the stiffly probing tenderness of her long-nailed middle finger slithering so deliciously up into her voraciously clinging pussy. Oh, I guess I'm just a little, whore at heart, she mewled.
It wouldn't take long to cum tonight, she knew, and she could only hope that her climax would be more richly rewarding than some others she'd had this way. Her finger dipped in and out of her juicily sucking vagina in increasing tempo of unvented emotions. She loved fucking—God, did she ever! What would another man's cock feel like thrust up deep inside me? she blushed. Would it be all thick and hot and stiff? Would it cum lots and lots? Would it last longer than Quick Draw McBarry? She wondered if another man could make her cum many times. Sometimes Barry left her with no climax, or at best a very feeble one. Her orgasms were best when they were both feeling imaginative enough to invent a story situation to accompany their frantic fucking. Barry like to 'dirty up' his sex, and for a straight shooter like him, Sara found it to be a peculiar, though enjoyable Quirk. Sometimes he made her dress up like a little girl while he drove around the block a few times molesting her with his hand before going home to make passionate love.
Other times Barry could be the world's prude when it came to sex. Like Frenching, for instance. One of her high school friends had sixty-nined with positive regularity. Try as Sara might, she couldn't get Barry to try. "Cocks and pussies are for sex," he'd told her. "...mouths are for talking and eating."
Sara's free hand found her breasts again. As she arched her lower body still farther out of the sudsy bath water she could feel her thick cuntal juices trickling down into the shallow crevice that separated her firm upper thighs from the smooth, quivering moons of her milk white buttocks. "Fuck!" she hissed aloud, rolling the word on her tongue like a sweet and forbidden candy. "Cock... cunt... suck... asshole!"
She didn't know why saying those words gave her such pleasure; maybe something to do with the role of dutiful daughter now that she was back home. It wasn't easy being Daddy's little darling after four years of marriage... and sex!
Slowly, agonizingly, she slipped another slender finger up into her too long neglected cunt to join the other one busily churning her belly to a virtual sexual froth. Oh, God, Barry! One day we'll join your swap club! In and out, in and out, faster, faster, her finger sluiced into the ragged cuntal lips. In and out... in and out... OH Christ, if I could only go a little deeper, I could... Then her passion glazed blue eyes fell suddenly on the back scrubbing brush rearing against the wall. OH, God, what I could do with that!
The frustrated twenty-three year old's pink nailed fingers continued to tweak and pinch lewdly at the puckered nipples of her swollen alabaster breasts as the hand that had just been plundering between her legs now strained for the scrub brush. Grasping it firmly above the bristles, she plunged it into the water and began worming the cool plastic length of the handle obscenely up into her passion-slick vagina until almost half of its red painted length was sunk deep between her trembling white thighs. She began pumping the bath brush in and out of her hungering pussy, watching the soft coral cunt lips turn inward around the smooth polished handle on the instroke, and then cling wetly to it as it pulled back out.
This was wicked and wrong... and beautiful! "Fuck," she spat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She closed her eyes and pretended that she was in Barry's swap club. She imagined that she was in the middle of a ritualistic initiation, being fucked by the biggest cock in the club, a cock that belonged to somebody truly evil... like a gangster. She imagined lusty postures and more wicked sex partners. She wanted to do something truly nasty!
Quickly, she flipped over on her knees in the bathtub, and bracing the bristled end of the scrub brush firmly between her slender calves, she reinserted it into the eagerly sucking mouth of her aching pussy. "Oh, yesss!... that's it!" She envisioned herself a lowly slave girl, kneeling before her sadistic master... or that she was being loaned by that master to a visiting caliph. "Sperm... cunt... whore..."
She rocked back and forth on her trembling knees, bubbly water slapping at her dimpled chin, surprised at how much of the brush handle she could absorb up there. She could feel her cunt juices in her warmly seeping vagina begin to build to a light and syrupy froth as she chanted in masochistic delirium: "OH, yes, Master, I hope I please you master!"
Supporting herself on her elbow, then, the gasping, kneeling blonde raked her pink fingernails across the ripe, hanging melons of her breasts, leaving faint red trails on their whiteness. She could feel the spiked out nipples grazing the warm soap water as one hand sneaked back to caress the raised firmness of her asscheeks. Tenderly, Sara began to work a single slender middle finger into the tight puckered opening of her own anus, careful not to tear the tender flesh on her fingernails. It sank to the second knuckle in her buttery depths. "Ooooh, God... that's so good, Master!" she crooned, still submerged in her lust-provoking fantasy!
Her finger sank in to the palm of her hand and began to parody the in and out motions of the brush handle fucking into her cunt below. Her mind flew on to other fantasies. She was a poor Jewish girl in a Nazi joy camp; she was a prostitute on New York's Minnesota Strip. Her heavy breasts danced and swayed in time to the roiling bathwater. She was cumming...! The waves of self induced orgasm were rolling over her helplessly kneeling body, convulsing her naked belly and dominoing outward over her flesh until, weak with passion. Sara almost collapsed down into the soapy bathwater.
"Aaaauuuggghhhh!!!" Yesss!" she panted "Fuck me... FUCK ME!" She jammed the bath brush tighter up into her crazily spasming cunt as her slender frame trembled and shook and her mind swam with the force of the climax.
Gradually, her body began to relax, her belly quivering in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss. The pseudo-cocks in her cunt and anus left her body, and she flipped belly up in the tub. Imagining all those wild and wonderful things was entertaining, but she knew she'd never be unfaithful to her husband... not for many years.
As the satisfied housewife began to scrub her still shuddering shoulders and back with the scrub brush, she heard her parents shouting at each other down in the living room.
"Goddamn it, Irma, I'm calling the cops!"
"Oh, Ralph, be reasonable! I'll bet Tanya went to Sonja's place. It's only been a couple of hours since she left, and after the way you treated her, I can't blame her!"
The white capped waters along Lake Michigan's shore were seasonally choppy this October. The sky was slate gray, forlorn, and not a boat was in sight. The black Lincoln Continental had no company this Tuesday evening.
"God, it's depressing, isn't it?" said Tanya.
Charlie, his hand still on the ignition where'd he'd just turned off the engine, blinked nervously at the provocatively stripping girl sharing the front seat with him. His beady eyes slanted exaggeratedly as he watched her unbutton and remove her sweater, staring glumly at the sight other young breasts rising and swelling above the pink lace cups of her brassiere. She folded the sweater neatly, draped it over the back of the car seat, then reached behind to unfasten her brassiere. She wore one solely for the thrill of taking it off.
"Maybe we... shouldn't be doing this," said Charlie dryly.
"Oh, pooh! Not after what I've heard about you Chinese lovers. A big black belt like you scared of a little girl like me?"
Her brassiere came away easily, revealing the succulent firmness of her pointed, virginal breasts. "Do you like my titties?" she asked.
Charlie felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel.
She smiled seductively at him, tossing her head back to get her wild mane of honey hair out of her eyes. "I'm still a cherry. Does that turn you on?"
A cherry? Man, that punk ass kid doesn't take after his old man!
Laying the lacy brassiere on top of the folded sweater, Tanya began to pull the zipper to her skirt down. Her heart pounded frantically with determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy skirt down over her trim hips and pulled it off over her feet. Jesus... this girl wouldn't last five minutes in Hong Kong if she acted like this. They 'd literally fuck her to death!
Down to her pantyhose and shoes, her full mounded breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He could see the golden curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her lace bikini panties. Charlie gulped. This little Westerner could put the high class Yoshiwara whores out of business single-handedly!
"Here," she said helpfully, taking his hand and guiding it between her slightly parted thighs. "Feel how hot I am... for you!"
The sweat dampened, turtle-faced black belt rubbed his shaking yellow hand firmly over her nylon smooth upper thighs; his short but strong fingers brushing up against her panty-covered vagina. "Y-You're wet!"
"Just like you're all big and hard!" Brazenly, she reached between his legs then rubbed his stiffened prick once again. "What's your name?"
"Ch-Charlie."
She fumbled with the catch on his pants and worked it down, then reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the vagina-shaped split in his underwear. God, he's big for a short man, she thought, wondering if she really ought to go through with his plan to get back at Terry. Too late to back out now... She ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers and reaching inside, yanked out his swollen penis. It was the color and shape of a banana, bending to one side. Voluptuously, she began to peel its thin covering of foreskin up and down over the pulsing hot shaft knotted with veins and bulging blood vessels. She felt a warm web of stickiness leaking from the inflamed tip and smeared it lovingly over the fat head with the palm of her hand. "Does that feel good, Charlie?"
"Uh, huh." He sucked in his breath, his round face breaking into an uproarious sweat.
"I've been jacking off guys since I can remember." Her fingers gripped him a little tighter, stroking up and down his throbbing penis with a smooth, practiced rhythm.
Charlie's lexicon of the English was far from complete, but the word jail bait fused in his confused brain. Christ she was begging for it! Well, if that Tucker kid was too stupid to pick her cherry, it wasn't his fault. And wasn't the boss fucking his old lady right now? "You better take off those flimsy stockings."
Tanya let go of the cock in her hand and began to unbuckle her platform shoes. Quickly she removed them, and raising her trim boyish buttocks up off the car seat, peeled down her pantyhose and bikini panties in a swift motion, pulling her knees back nearly to her naked breasts as she stripped off everything from her feet. Then she stuffed the garments under the seat and put her shoes back on. Charlie watched dumbfounded.
"In ease a cop comes along I can grab my coat." She refastened the thin black ankle straps of her shoes and holding her feet primly together, wiggled her long toes. "Wicked, aren't they? I sent for them out of a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog."
Charlie glanced down at her long, narrow feet. Her shoes were indeed wicked; they reminded him of footwear he'd seen in those sexual bondage magazines, all straps and naked looking. A crazy thrill shot through him.
It was time he took the initiative. "Get In back," he ordered. "Kneel up over the back of the seat facing the rear window."
Thrilled that her lover was finally taking the initiative, she clambered over the seat and positioned herself. "Like this?" she asked, salaciously wiggling her naked white buttocks back at him. "Are you going to fuck me dog style?"
He could tell she was thrilled at losing her virginity in something other than the missionary position. "Yeah..."
"You can fuck me any way you like."
Charlie quickly joined the young temptress in the back seat of the car, dropping his slacks to his knees and pressing the inflamed penis head into the quivering crevice between her white ass cheeks He rubbed slowly, arching his back up over hers so that his naked chest rubbed against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp and squeeze her ripe breasts dangling downwards. Besides her youth and nubile beauty, his mind tripped over the lustful thought that the father of this girl's boyfriend was screwing his own hot little wife, Kim, unlike Sam's Lotus, was a westernized Geisha of the rankest sort, and Charlie loved nothing better than to fuck her when her cunt or rectum was thick and creamy with another man's sperm.
"Use your finger so I'll be nice and hot for you!"
Lord, this little brat was too much! If she was this wild at fifteen, imagine what she would be like ten years from now! Calluses on her hands and knees from spreading her legs...
Viciously, Charlie shoved two stubby yellow fingers up into Tanya's squirming vagina, reveling in the smoothness of her soft inner flesh. And it was tight...
"Oooooh, yess, Charlie! Give it to me!"
Remembering an old Oriental technique he'd learned on the streets of Singapore, Charlie raked his thumb nail across the bud of her swollen clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock in the dampened crack between her clenching ass cheeks. It didn't take long to get Tanya to moan her pleasure.
Tanya rested her satin cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling deeply of its rich aroma of animal skin. It was a relief from the scratchy plastic of Terry's VW or her father's beat up station wagon. She wondered what it would be like to be rich—not to have to worry about what something cost; just snap your fingers and write a check.
"Okay, you crazy kid. If you want it, put it in yourself!"
God if you were rich—really rich, not just upper-middle-class-you could hire people to have sex with; any way, any time you wanted.
"Put it in!"
Reaching back between her spread legs, Tanya grasped the stubby girth of Charlie's yellow penis and guided it right to her excitedly quivering pussy. Parting her desire-moistened pussy curls with the hot, flint-shaped head, she flinched at the electric contact it made with her budding clitoris and positioned it at the ragged lips of her tiny virginal cunt. Immediately the black belt began a steady upward pressure, feeling her resisting virginal flesh part reluctantly before him.
When she married Terry they would have lots of servants and she would make them make love to her. A butler and a gardener and a chauffeur... a big, black chauffeur, and she'd wear lacy brassieres and panties with garter belts and stockings... and own lots of wicked looking shoes like the ones she had on now... see-through nighties and lots of expensive jewelry. And she felt the very real pain of the moment as Charlie drove his lust-engorged penis hard up into her cherry-tight little cunt
"Aaaauuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!!" Oh God, how could this little man have such a huge cock? "Oh, God! You're hurting me! Take it out—TAKE IT OUT!"
Charlie's mind exploded in blood lust. It's like trying to fuck a fortune cookie, she's so tight! Still, he pressed on into her tight elastic hole. His slanted eyes were glassy with lust as, despite his own discomfort, he ground into the teenager, pleased with his effectiveness, painful though it was for her. "How do you like having a man inside of you, you tight assed little slut?"
"Oh, it hurts... it hurrrrtsss!" Tanya wailed, realizing that she had grossly underestimated the power of this small man she'd thought she had wrapped around her little finger. "Please take it out... please!"
He growled and twisted his punishing penis another inch up between her satiny thighs from behind "Not yet, kid!" He was little more than half way in, but she could feel the tender, sensitive hymen membrane stretched to its bursting point, beginning to tear a little. He pushed harder and felt the fragile tissue part around his thick cock head flexing itself deeper and deeper into her tight womb. Finally it ripped like so much tissue paper.
"OH, GAWWWWD!" she screamed on the verge of hysterics, wriggling and twisting, trying to squirm away from the yellow belly riding her back like a big parasitic insect stinging her most sensitive, private parts.
In a rash of meanness, Charlie grabbed both her slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in one steely fist while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His bloated penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement. His balls-churned, his whole body was drenched with sweat. He was in! All the way into her virginal belly with his stalk of flesh, her face mirroring the pain and her voice choking in her constricted throat.
Her satin cheek resting against the soft leather of the car seat was her only support. The sobbing Tanya bit her pouty lips against Charlie's plumbing assault. She could feel his brutal, golden flesh ripping up into her belly until a thin trickle of blood began to mix with her vaginal juices to dribble down the soft inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravaged and raped, but she was determined to beg no more for him to stop. This was all her own fault, she reasoned and she wished to God she'd never made him drive into the park. There was no shaking him off her back now. Oh, it hurrrt! A deep, searing hurt, like someone had shoved a white hot poker up her belly!
"You like that, bitch?" Charlie gurgled, slapping her lushly wavering buttocks. "You like fucking Orientals?"
Tanya bore up stoically, though she didn't open her mouth for fear of betraying her pledge to silence. She felt numb, dirty, and abused-all at once. She was aware that he was slapping her on the ass, but the pain inside of her was infinitely more acute, wiping out all other sensation. His cock bored into her belly until she thought it would come out her throat. After long torturous moments, the pain began to slacken and Tanya became aware of her stinging buttocks, until she felt the-black belt's hands scoop under to her breasts, squeezing and caressing in time to his fucking. She became numb throughout her pelvic region until subtly, every third or fourth stroke, a faint flicker of pleasure tingled. A vibrant thrill, raced to her heart and with hopes of something better to come. Tanya Decker began to respond. Her slavishly postured white buttocks slicking back on the golden rod of Charlie's slippery penile flesh.
"Gettin' good, huh, Chickie?" he teased, panting. "You like that, little white girl?"
Tanya was sheened with perspiration, and her naked legs were beginning to stick to the warm leather of the car seat. Then with a sickening thrill, she remembered that leather had once belonged to an animal. She was wedged in it... wallowing in it!
"Oh, God, Charlie... fuck me!" she hissed, baring her pearly white teeth in a lewd grimace. "Fuck me to death!"
With brutal, cunt-plumbing thrusts, Charlie began to rifle in to her newly initiated pussy, flexing his rock hard cock deep within her as he battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long delicious minutes he kept up his frantic pace knowing that he would soon cum, but fighting against it to prolong the thrill of filling this baby pussy. Tanya writhed and bucked beneath him, loving every searing and wicked inch of him deep in her belly. She could feel their combined juices along with a thread of blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns of her inner thighs. She could feel his prickling pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, drum-tight balls swinging upwards to slap against her swollen clitoris.
Charlie could see the thin film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly boned ridge of her spine as he raised his upper torso, gripped her by the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching manhood home with long, smooth strokes. Damn, what a fine piece of tail! So young, so clean, so tight! He dropped his hands to her belly and squeezing, he found the satiny warm flesh resilient as it ridged whitely between his grasping fingers.
God, what bliss! Tanya never imagined fucking a man could be this wonderful. Why, she wondered, why did I wait so long? "Oh, man, Charlie... you can fuck me any time you want!"
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed cuntal slit expanding even wider to accept the sausage flesh fucking into her. Her hands, freed now, reached back between her ivory thighs to cup and fondle his taut, chestnut-sized balls. Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in waves through her nakedly kneeling body, Tanya Decker knew she was ready to experience her first real orgasm.
"Oh, Gawwwd... I—I'mmm cummming! Fuck me, Charlie! FUCK ME! fuck meeee! FUCK MEEEE!"
No need to hold back now! Charlie slammed his lust bloated cock deep into her quivering belly. She's cumming like a goddamned fountain! He felt his white, hot load of semen frothing in his balls as he ground upward between the churning cheeks of her buttocks. Hs was ready with his own climax and with kneading hands, he cupped the rounded firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her scorched-open cunt!
Tanya felt as if her guts had turned to pudding. A new sweet pain grew warmly in her belly as the head of Charlie's drilling cock flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her insides. Then she felt a warm gush coming in long hard squirts and it felt as if someone had turned on a garden hose inside her. The very pores of her velvety cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth her milky secretions into the cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy.
It was fantastic! No words could describe it. Stars flickered before her ears and her fingers and toes tingled from the joy of it.
Her tiny hands continued to caress and milk his spewing balls, her body spasming as his bloated cock squirted itself dry. Thick viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, overflowing her tightly locked cuntal lips at the base of it, until it offered one final convulsive spurt; the last few drops drained from it and both of them tingled in the flow of satiation. Gradually, Tanya felt him soften inside of her, slipping out along with trickles of love nectar dripping down her legs to puddle on the leather car seat.
Charlie fell back on his haunches. "That was great, kid." he stammered breathlessly.
Tanya reached down between her legs to feel the blood and sperm slickened triangle of her pubic mound. "Oh, ick!" she winced. "Let me have your shirt to clean up this mess!"
Reluctantly, Charlie offered his shirt. "That was something, all right," he repeated.
"It was ugly!" she returned curtly, swabbing the slippery juices between her thighs. "Ugly and dirty and sinful..." Then looking back at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously and her nose crinkling, the fifteen year old broke into an infectious grin. "And I loved every fucking minute of it!"