Chapter 1
"No, please, I don't want to," pleaded Jill Watson. She lay on the sagging bed wearing only her panties and a flimsy bra. I don't want him, she tried convincing herself. It is a wrong and terrible thing to do ...
She tensed with fear as she inched up on the bed, away from the little man in the dark suit. In her seventeen years, Jil couldn't remember ever feeling so helpless.
"I've paid some good money for this," said
George. He eyed her frilly panties. He wanted to see further, to explore her cunny and the thin, pink slit which divided the cheeks of her ass. His cock squirmed in anticipation. "You're really very beautiful."
Oh, God, how did this happen to me? she thought. The man was small, even petite, and she could put up a good fight. She felt a shiver up and down her spine. She could fight all right... just like she fought those two terrible boys in the bathroom!
She had not defended herself then, and there was no reason why her mental attitude would change so quickly. Face it, Jill, she told herself, you're young and you like to fuck. That's your thing. Acting like a sex machine, humping your mound against the first cock coming along.
Jill trembled with fear. And like most women, in similar situations, her fear stimulated her sexual being. Pleasure, no matter what form it took, was never far from her mind.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her pumped up breasts swelling inside her bra. Tears suffused in her eyes as the unstoppable sensation of sexual pleasure spread from her melon-sized tits to the black triangle of hair between her thighs.
George removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairy chest held her gaze.
I could fuck her right now, he thought. Stick it in and crank her tube until she starts humping like mad.
Why was she playing this cock-teasing game with him. He'd paid his money. Now, instead of satisfying him, this little hooker was playing hard to get.
His cock bulged, a fact not lost on Jill. His penis was large, at least it seemed so. What will his hands feel like on my thighs? she wondered. Between my legs?
George sat next to the trembling teenager on the bed. Her breasts were large and inviting and through the bra her pink nipples winked back at him.
"Christ, you're good looking," he said. "Beautiful, really."
Jill was silent. Sexual fires throbbed in her tits and suddenly they roared to life in her cunt. She didn't want it, she fought it, but passion was leaking into her heart.
"See, what your beauty does to me," George continued, unzipping his fly. "Only beauties make it hard like that. Go ahead touch and find out for yourself."
I must get out of here, she thought. Away from this hotel room and this terrible man sticking his cock in my face. The penis wavered within reach, the jutting head striking her hand.
"Ifs hard and warm and exciting and thick," he continued. "And I come like crazy. Tell me that doesn't turn you on."
His eager hands sneaked into her bra and fondled the naked flesh, pinching the tight nipples.
Even to George's glassy stare, it was not hard to see the dramatic change in Jill Watson. He felt a torrent of raging lust flood through his body. The girl was for real, he knew that now. She would do everything the bellboy said she would. Her lips would eat his erect cock and her cunt would fuck him to within an inch of his life.
His fingers proceeded forcefully. The bra snap gave way and her ripe breasts plopped from their halter. He bent over and kissed one, then the other, switching back and forth so her twin towers felt the roar of his lust surging through the nipples.
"Oooooo!" she moaned, feeling him licking at her sex door, begging to get in.
Her head was swimming with possibilities. Could she have multiple sex relations. One stud after another plunging their cocks into her.
Jill told herself that a gang bang was out of the question, but the more thought she gave the idea, the more she realized that she could do exactly that!
She looked into the man's grinning face and felt fear flood through her again. For a small voice deep within her conscious mind wanted to scream out, I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick that big prick of yours inside my cunt and fill me with your hot cum!
She made a last, futile attempt. "Please go," she said in a voice sounding more pitiful than commanding.
"You're crazy," he answered. How silly she looked to him. One hand on her tits, the other searching her crotch and she was telling him to leave. It did not show him a woman who would lay down her life to protect her sacred virtue.
Thrusting forward, his hands ripping through her frilly panties, George found her mound, already soft and deliciously wet!
"Yesss!" she screamed, for he did feel good against her cunt. A gush of cunt juice flushed out of her slit, staining her panties and the tender, seeking hands. The smell of her sex erased her fears.
The springs squeaked under his weight as he thrust his penis against her thigh. He sat by her, admiring the round curve of her breasts and the soft flesh of her stomach and thighs. He even saw the rash of goose flesh that covered her skin in the most sensuous way. Jill had a soft, feminine beauty that made his cock throb.
"You sure smell good, baby," he roared. Her wetness reeked the sickly sweet smell of sex. It was a good, rich odor, the tell tale sign, the barometer of a woman's passion, that said she wanted a good fucking.
The man reached between her quavering legs and pulled Jill up on the bed. She struggled against his powerful grip, but his fingers slipped to her cunny and popped her slit, spilling her stink and her sex juice.
"Pleaseeee!" she begged. Though the reason for her protesting had long since evaded her. She spread her legs out wide and humped the hand.
"Good! Wonderful!!! Far out!!!" he giggled. The chick wasn't putting up a battle after all. His fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy with ease, his fingers leaving tiny marks against her channel walls.
"Aaaahhh!!!" She looked at the wedge-shaped cock face staring at her and felt a twinge of excitement inside her cunt. Already her heavy secretions were oozing. She knew what she wanted, as perhaps she had known all along.
He moved his fingers across her tit globes, pinching the nipples.
"Do it!! Yesss," she cried. She felt an explosion of sparks in her womb. She reached for his penis and felt the soft head glide into her hand.
She adored it. And she loved to fondle a man's penis, to feel its resilient strength stroking in and out of her mouth. She bent forward and kissed the bulging head.
"That's good, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Keep nibbling and eating and sucking."
He knew how inferior a woman felt when confronted with a fully erect penis. No matter how beautiful the chick, show her a big, powerful dick and she wanted to cringe before it
He lifted a firm breast and brought his warm lips down on the puffed up aureoles. He darted his tongue out and around the sensitive tip, tickling and teasing the nipple until it sent its shuttering, excited message back to the breast.
Oh, I love it, want more of it, she thought. Sucking in her breath, she came down on the cock. Back and forth her head moved on the throbbing wand, working the shaft into peak excitement.
"Can you mouth fuck?" groaned the stranger. "Keep doing it. Suck me off!!! Yahooo! Suck me off."
Jill braced herself. She loved the taste of cock, the slap of a man's balls banging against her chin. And she loved the ripe butt smell awaiting her just behind his scrotum. Sex was a series of intertwining smells and sensations. To her, each rich and darkly mysterious.
Jill knew what came next. And what's more, she didn't care anymore. For she craved the warmth of a man's hard dick. She loved sucking pricks, getting almost as much satisfaction as the man did. Nothing excited the little girl more than stroking a cock and scooping up a man's testicles and rubbing them with her fingers.
"You like my tool, don't you, baby?" said the man, feeling her mouth convulse against his shaft. He had never had a woman so hungry to eat him in his whole life. He had the urge to give in and shoot his wad down her sucking throat. But to do so would mean to deny himself Jill's charms. "Suck me, sweetie," he coaxed again. "Lick it down good."
Sighing suddenly, Jill let his masculine warmth surround her. His cock was plunging into her mouth nicely and she relaxed, letting him keep up the rapid stroking.
She thought about her father back home. It was late and she wondered if he were shoving his cock into her mother. Or maybe old mother was sucking the old man off right at the dinner table or maybe in the family room while watching television. Just whipping out the old man's dick and sucking until come sprayed up and down her innocent middle-aged face.
Jill increased the tempo. This is for you, she thought hunching her hips. Her short stroking caused the pecker to heat up. This is to show you I'm not afraid of anyone.
"You hot, baby," he groaned. "Driving me through a wall! Fucking A!"
It was glorious, delicious experience and Jill took to their sex adventures with a certain feminine daring. Saliva leaked from her mouth and spread all over her face until her skin was slick and slippery to the touch. The man gathered up a scoop of the drool and spread a thick coating of the goo around the lips of her cunt. She was dripping wet, but he continued mixing saliva and cunt juice together. For he realized how wild it was for a woman to feel her own spit between her pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you just the way you like it," he yelled. Pulling free of her mouth, he grabbed Jill by the thighs and lifted.
She felt her legs spread open and her hips rise off the bed. "What are you doing to me?" the girl cried. Jill was being lifted up in the air and in the same motion having her sex hole exposed. Higher went her legs and when she could move not another inch, he plunged his tongue into her twat.
"AaaaiiieeeH!" She twisted in the vise-like grip while the tongue speared her clitoris. Her eyes blacked out as the little explosions of pleasure rippled through her thighs. Even her asshole tingled under the relentless stroking of the raspy tongue. Jill was beyond caring what George did to her. As long as he continued to suck and lick her fuck tube, she would do anything he wanted.
Jill was very excited. Her clit button was being stroked and sparks ignited her body.
The man looked down at her eyes and her open, panting mouth. He grinned to himself and inched his hips towards the dark triangle of her crotch. The arrow shaped prick face flexed in front, probing the matted pubic hair until it found the parted opening of Jill's wet twat.
"Oh, God, stick it in!" begged Jill, sensing the closeness of his sex. Her cunt lips seemed to pucker up in expectation of the throbbing member. Deep inside her channel, her cunt muscles were flexing and writhing. "In! Get it in!" she screamed once again.
His cock jerked and jumped into her parted cunt. The head slipped in as neatly as a seal plunging into water. Her cunt was warm and instantly surrounded the plunging shaft with moist flesh. He lunged in with a third of his prick, then withdrew so the cock once again buzzed her cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh!" moaned Jill, bucking her hips to meet his swollen joint. George was playing with her and his coy lovemaking was driving her crazy. She dug her fingernails into the mattress and when the expected cock did not push inside her. Jill dug her talons into his flesh. "Dirty bitch!" screamed the man. The pain tore through his body. He drew back his hand and slapped Jill across the face.
The blow whipped her head around with whip like force. She looked up with shocked amazement, her blue eyes dilated with fear. Jill was about to cry out in pain when George lunged his prick suddenly into her cunt.
She lost control of herself. She felt as if her fragile mind had ejected from her body and was traveling around in a foreign environment. The blow had caught her on the ear. And as the injured nerves started to scream out in pain, her cunt muscles experienced the most exquisite joy of sexual pleasure.
"Stick it in me!" she begged, stretching her cunt mouth as wide as she possibly could. He drove his dick into the pleasure void, each time finding a way to get more cock shaft inside her.
Back and forth they went. And, like every woman, Jill drifted off into a wild, dreamlike world as her sexual fantasies became fulfilled. His sex roared to life inside her cunny. She imagined herself as a furnace with the enormous head of steam building up as the thrusting cock stoked her furnace-cunt
"Aaaaiiieee! Give me more!!! Fuck me more!!!" She begged, an insatiable child hungry for Its morning ration of hot, dripping sex.
"God almighty, fuck me! Fuuuuuccckkk Meeeee!" she screamed, demanding ever increasing amounts of penetration. Her thoughts moved in slow motion time and she became aware of the smell of her sex. She loved her stink as it surrounded the pounding shaft. It was good, heady stuff and she wanted to dip her hands into the slop after their love making and suck down the precious fluid. She was also aware of her asshole, how it expanded in times of sex, releasing its smell. God, it stinks, she thought. And yet she was curious as to what this lubricant would taste like. In her current state of ecstasy, everything was endlessly fascinating to her mind.
Jill was enjoying her sex and so was her partner. She has a tight cunt and she bucks her hips well, George thought. As he had eased into a nice, steady rhythm, he realized how strong she was. Her cunt did not turn into mush as did those of other girls he had known. Jill's channel was still plenty tight and it clamped down on his cock with every stroke.
"CUMMING!" shouted Jill. She was swimming with excitement. The goose bumps were popping out all over her body and her nipples were once again hard as nails points. She felt a spasmodic sensation in the deepest recesses of her cunt. It built slowly at first, an itch that needed scratching. But the sensation was no longer an itch as Jill realized, her body peaking for its first climax.
"Aaaarrrggg!!!" she spit the words out like the spoiled child she was, while the man plunged his prick into her with demonic fury.
"I'M CUMING !! RIGHT NOW INSIDE YOU!!" he screamed, stabbing her sucking cunt wound. He no longer cared if she came or not. The hot, milky juice was inching up his prick and the only thing important to him was getting it into her channel.
Jill pumped her hips wildly now, lifting her thighs off the mattress ready to receive the sperm. Her pussy muscles contracted suddenly, gripping the sticky member inside her. Then she thrust along with George's love beat, refusing to let go of his cock until she had gotten the love juice she had worked so hard for.
"Hot cum. Here it is!!" screamed George. The prick head bucked and the pinhole dilated opened as the juice sprayed Jill's cunt walls.
"OOOOHHHHH!!!!" Her hips froze. The juice forced itself into her tortured flesh. Jill humped his fast-drooping cock, milking the cum juice with long, forceful strokes.
"Oh, yes! Keep it up, baby! Milk my cock! Suck out the juice." he said. And Jill did, no longer worried about anything, including the other men outside waiting patiently for their turn to share Jill's beautiful treasures.