Chapter 12
Someday, Ben Davidson told himself, he was going to cut out playing with smart-ass high school chicks and get himself a woman who knew how to satisfy a man.
A burly man in his mid-forties, Davidson found himself on the downside of the handsome scale. Girls who normally accepted his invitation for a good dinner and a good roll in the hay, now turned him. down. And Davidson increasingly turned to prostitutes to satisfy his sexual longings.
He didn't mind parting with money. But girls didn't want him after she told them what he considered to be good, healthy sex. Continued frustration had driven him to wild extremes. But for once, just once, he might not have to kidnap some whore and tie her up just for sex. Benny, his trusty bell boy, had promised him a woman who understood men like himself. Her aim in life, Benny said, was to please men. There was, however, a drawback. The girl had prior customers and would he mind waiting in turn. Davidson cracked a big Texas smile. Why no, he wouldn't mind at all. He liked girls who held liberal ideas about multiple sex encounters. Cleans out the soul, he giggled. Good for the mind.
Jill looked around the room which was to be her prison for the next several hours. Spacious in size and opulent in decor, she thought it fit for royalty. Oh how did I get into such a mess, she muttered. Nothing was right. Her head swirled with hideous thoughts of what was going to happen. Her heart raced and her head felt ready to explode. Could she give up her cunt and her mouth and whatever else these men wanted to save the life of her best friend?
The door opened on creaky hinges and a small man dressed in black appeared. She stared at the face approaching the bed and thought he looked kind. She wished for perfume to spray around her face and breasts where the urine had dried. Her tingling sex-satiated body seemed far away. She was aware of the twitching in her thighs and snapped her parted legs together.
The man smiled weakly and extended a bouquet of red roses. "I know my body is not much to look at," said the man climbing up on the bed. "I hope you enjoy having sex with me."
In the silence that followed, the man removed his clothes, revealing a penis which though small was abnormally thick around. Jill gawked. Her much abused cunny came to life. The painful walls of her butt tube thrilled with impetuous desire. Quaking in the man's presence, her slit leaking its primal essence, Jill did not question her desire for sex, only when she would have it.
She had experienced a great deal in a short period of time. If her body demanded sex, then she saw no point in fighting the urge.
The little man was staring at her, sending a chill of her spine. The silken nightie which Bennie had given her to wear barely covered her physical charms.
"I'm George," said the little man. His eyes pleaded and Jill did not have to be told what to do. She had been abused and sodomized, and yet she retained her innocence. The man's stare made her blush.
The hot bliss of impending sex thrilled her. She slipped the frilly straps off her shoulders and peeled the garment from her silken body.
He's small, but God, look how thick his prick it! she thought. How is he going to fuck me . .. I just can't take that much dick in my asshole ... it would kill me.... I can't possibly do it.
She realized, however, that George had no intentions of sowing his sperm seed within her shit channel. He wanted the soft lips of her cunt and though he acted polite and nice to her, he was going to get his way or else!
Her cunt was leaking juice like mad. Her mound was swimming in fuck goo. The aroma drifted up, a further enticement for sexual fun.
"You smell ripe and wonderful," George said, stroking the frantic slit between her legs. "I know when a girl really enjoys her sex. See how hard and tight your nipples are. And the way your greasy juice pours from your twat. You are hot for sex, of that I'm sure. Ready to take in my dick which is very short, but very thick around!"
George guided his cock to the parted lips of her cunt. Her eyes were glued to the obscenely thick penis which was poised between her thighs. Hot and terribly excited by the impending thrust of his cock, Jill realized that George was treating her like a little girl.
"Oh, yes how I want to feel your manhood between my legs. Your cock is thick and hard and I hope you won't hurt me," she said. Her cunt begged for the thrust of his meat. And just talking about sex was not going to satisfy her sex hole's demands!
Gripping her melon breasts, George practiced penetrating her channel. His humping hips sent the shaft head popping in and out of the cunt clips.
"Ooooooo!!!" she cried. His teasing strokes only excited her more so. Grinding her hips against his crotch did not, however, drive the penis into her snatch. George continued to tease her cunny, quite aware of the frenzy building up inside Jill.
"Oh God, why don't you just fuck me!" she cried. "I can't stand this ... God, fuck me! Drive it home!"
Carefully, he slid her more cock, each plunging stroke inching deeper into her begging channel. His hips made strange snapping noises against her thighs.
The smile never left his face. He's going to keep teasing me until I go crazy, thought Jill. She felt sensations of pleasure from the tip of her channel to the very depths of her womb. Her sex tract tingled with excitement. And what excited her more was George had not penetrated her yet!
Twisting and squirming her ample hips against the teasing shaft, Jill surrounded him with her sex. She bored down, holding him steady by the ass cheeks while her cunt inched up around his dick.
"Yessss!" she screamed. "You're in me, you're all the way in me with your marvelous cock."
George, indeed, was completely inside her channel but his hips kept up the steady, rapid rhythm as his shaft surged inside her twat.
Her wetness leaked out, drenching both their bodies with its lubricating warmth.
Jill was full of flame and sensation. The dick shaft felt big as a baseball bat. The joy of feeling a man once again inside her was invigorating. The thick pasty lubricant poured out without ever seeming to dry up.
"Oh, you are good, so good to my body, my cunt, my very sexual core," she groaned, hunching again, matching his short popping strokes. "Don't stop... .promise me ... leave it in me . .. please ... PLEASE!"
George stroked her lovingly. He had no intentions of shooting of his load so quickly. He wanted to fuck this tender young thing until she fainted. Only then would the pounding in his balls feel their well earned release.
"Can you donkey fuck?" he questioned. "That feels so good. My little cock penetrates you much deeper that way." Before Jill could reply, George had withdrawn his cock and pulled Jill onto her stomach.
"Jesus Christ, get in me. Stick it in!" she begged. Her fingers clutched behind, grasping for his penis stub.
George took his time, he knew what he was doing. Reaching under her wetness, his finger found her bulging clit and gently he lifted up.
"AAAIIIEEEE!" Hot flashing electric shots jolted her tender, juice soaked cunt. Her body lifted magically from the bed, her muscles faithfully following the burning orders of her clit.
"You see," said George, "there are many ways to achieve sexual excitement. You are squatting like a donkey on the bed and very easily I could stick my thick penis up your anus."
He touched her pink bunghole with his cock tip. Jill screamed at the sudden touch of his penis head.
"Oh, you won't hurt me," she cried, kneeling her ass so the rounded cheeks rested against his stomach. "My asshole is spongy and soft and maybe I could stretch it out for your dick, but I don't think so. You're so big!"
George smiled and stroked the ravine running from her asshole to the clit button. She Was deep between her thighs and no doubt she spoke the truth. Her rounded buttocks and pungent smelling bung hole held deep fascination for him. But his cock twitched for the sucking mouth of her cunt.
"No dear, my cock will make only your cunt happy," he promised her. He reached under between her legs and placed his thumb on her clit button.
"Dear Lord!" she shouted. "Mister, you really know how to turn me on!"
George accepted the compliment, but it was time for more serious things. Spreading open her thighs to shoulder length, George ducked under her and came up suddenly, plunging his tongue into the wet channel.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Jill's body shook and twisted under the thrashing tongue in her box. In a single instant an explosion of electric sparks flashed out her body. Her body flamed like a Fourth of July sparkler.
George worked his tongue like a Renaissance painter using a brush. The tip slipped along the lips edges of her cunt, flicking the clit button like a toy, before plunging into the wet channel itself. Quick, daring thrusts sent the tongue scurrying into her sacred fruit, sucking out her ample of juice with loud gulping sounds.
"Isn't it wonderful," he said, raising his face, "What a little tongue work can do!"
Jill could not agree more. But her cunt, the barometer of her passions, signalled a sex storm was brewing. A hot pair of lips were fine, but she wanted the even greater pleasure of his prick.
"How about, sweetheart?" George teased. "Want more. Is my cock good enough for that wonderful slit?"
Jill wanted to wrestle him to the bed and plunged her body up and down his cock.
"Oh, do it, yes, just fuck me hard as possible," she groaned.
A rapid movement of his hips sent the cock plunging into her belly. Jill grunted as George rose up, thighs pressed against her butt cheeks, his penis firmly trapped within her parted cunt lips.
"Hunch, baby, get those asscheeks in gear!" he commanded. As Jill began the rolling of her butt, George pounded his stubby dick into her slot.
The smooth slide of wet cunt and hard dick seemed to go on forever. Matching their strokes, George plunged deeper than it seemed possible. Her channel was wonderfully wet and odors of her cunt mixed with the smell of her bunghole, boiled his hot blood.
He loved sliding his thin body between a girl's ravine and ending up with his cock jammed into her soft pussy. Grabbing thighs for support, George rubbed his furry chest in the parted crack of her asshole.
"So deep inside!" grunted Jill, between strokes. Her tingling cunny spit and sucked and finally collapsed against his barrel size penis.
From drinking pee, Jill was now being heavenly fucked by a truly wonderful man. The secret pleasures burning in her mouth and inside her asshole were converging on her cunt.
"Oooohhhh ... do it... do it... don't stop ... fuck my cunt.. . fuck me wild with that crazy dick .. . fuck me everywhere."
George was delighted to obey her command as the incessant throbbing of her slot had made him hungry for sex. She was his, screaming out for his load of manhood, begging for the essence of his creation. And he wanted to ram his come load home. Thick and hot, steaming and sticky, like melted marshmallow on hot chocolate, George's sperm load was ready to find the searching walls of her oozing cunny.
"My beautiful horny, thing," he told her. "I got it here waiting for you."
His hips bucked wildly and as his body went rigid and the dripping lust jetted from his dick. All the cunt lapping and fuck stroking had prepared him for this one exquisite moment.
"Hmmmmmm! So nice!" purred Jill. Her mood changed rapidly however. For the orgasm strains once burning bright had cooled off unexpectedly. Now they returned with full blazing force, pummeling her sex walls with insane fury.
"YESSSSS! COME! COMING! Her hips bucked and twisted and corkscrewed around his shooting tool, drinking in his juice, milking the thick pole for every salty, sweet drop.
George pumped and pumped her cunny until his semen leaked out his prick and dripped down her legs. Finally his supply was exhausted and the cock stick began to go limp.
"No!" commanded Jill. "Not yet. Leave it in. I want your prick inside me some more." She squeezed her legs tight on the trapped invader.
Her cunny gripped hold and George revealed in the warmth of her channel walls. He collapsed against her back, his fingers drawing imaginary designs around her pendant breasts How warm and tight and steamy she is, thought George. A rare flower, brimming with sweet nectar and beauty.
Lost in his own dream world, savoring the post coital ecstasy, George was unaware of the resurgence of his penis.
"It's growing," exclaimed Jill. And it was, the shaft twitching, a pole springing to life.
"So big! You're getting so big!" The birth inside her cunt stirred Jill's wildest passion. Now she wanted his barrel cock everywhere at once like a greedy child discovering ice cream for the first time.
"Oh, dear God, you're bigger than before," she screamed, her sexual fires rekindling in her channel. "I want you again. Hear me! Twice, I want you twice!"
Relaxing bliss turned into sexual urgency. George was overcome by his rejuvenated prick. He felt spent and exhausted, but his cock demanded more.
"Put it here!" insisted Jill, grabbing his tool. Whisking the slime covered prick from her cunt, she turned and faced the hardened shaft. Sperm covered the tip like mayonnaise. Her lubricant dripped down the shaft and filled her hand. Blood goring the veins turned the prick bright red.
This is not right, I know it isn't, she thought. Women, nice women don't do things like this. But I want it and I must have it.
Her body shook with revulsion. George sensed the girls indecision and he encouraged her. "Eat me, for Christ sake. Suck on the prick."
Her lips touched the come soaked tip, leaving a trace. She licked off the juice; the salty-sweet taste was not bad! She moved her hand along the shaft, scooping the semen and cunt lubricant up towards the head.
DO IT! DO IT! she told herself. Her tongue licked the frothy tip, pulling a drop into her mouth. Her body shook and screamed for sex. Her brain pounded with excitement. She was dizzy with dread and the thrill of expected pleasure.
George, screaming for release, thrust his hips and sent the shaft deep into her mouth. Jill gagged on the cock as it hit the back of her throat. The prick retreated to the round hole of her lips, then slammed home again.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" screamed George. Again and again his hips were pile driving the dick into her face. He grabbed her head and pulled her back and forth against the thick prick skin. She picked up the rhythm and they both were soon hunching, and pumping and jerking toward her second climax.
And George was not far off from obtaining his sexual goal. Magic fluid swelled his nut sack and flooded his shaft with its salty, slimy rewards.
I wanted him, must have him, I'll do anything, thought Jill. And, as if by her own design, the giant cock pumped home its message sending the thick semen gushing down her throat.
George pumped and hunched his ejaculating cock. His cream sluiced her face, jet after jet of cum finding her throat that so eagerly sucked him down.
Her mouth was moving rapidly up and down his long, thick cock and her cheek brushed repeatedly against Jill. A sign of relief followed the last jet of juice and pulling his fast drooping dick from her mouth, George let out a whoop.
"You're damn good, sweetie," he said. The best I ever had."