Chapter 6

It was early the next morning when Richard finally had a chance to be alone in the office with Margo. The boss was out for coffee and most of the agents were with him. Richard had remained behind to catch up on some unfinished work. Anyway, that was the excuse he used.

"How's everything going?" he asked Margo after everyone had left.

"Okay," Margo answered.

"I was just wondering," he said, clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"Well, if you weren't doing anything this evening, I wondered if we could have dinner together."

"Dinner?" Margo looked shocked. "You want to go out for dinner?"

"Yes," he said.

Margo flashed him a brief smile. She leaned back in her chair so that her short skirt ran up above her white thighs.

"What you really want," she said, "is to get laid. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Good. I like to get all the nonsense out of the way. Here, I'll write down my address."

She wrote down her address on a piece of yellow legal paper and handed it to him.

"Be there at seven and I'll have a little surprise for you."

"Surprise?" he questioned.

"Yes. I guarantee you a time you'll never forget."

Richard wasn't sure about what she meant but he knew he was not going to miss it. He promised he would be there at seven.

He knew it was going to be hard getting through the rest of the day. He was too excited wondering what Margo meant and it was hard enough to concentrate on insurance.

He sold one policy before lunch. After he had eaten a hamburger, he went back out again. He told himself that he was going to stop before three so that he could get home and rest awhile.

He tried one of the poor-looking developments after lunch. The boss had wanted him to go through it, but Richard had been putting it off. He didn't like the looks of the place.

On the first stop a middle-aged woman came to the door. She looked tired but not unattractive. She wore a skin-tight pair of white shorts and a blue halter top. Her tits, under the halter top, looked large and firm, and Richard felt himself responding to her sexy body.

"Hello," he said. "I'm with Proven Insurance."

Donna Medlin didn't like insurance men. She knew her husband was in need of insurance but they didn't make very much and everything went to housing and groceries.

"Go away," she said. "We don't need anything."

She especially didn't like the way this young insurance agent was staring at her. It was like he could see right through her halter top to her naked tits. The thought made her very uncomfortable.

"If you like," the man said. "I'll just step in and show you what we have. You might find something that interests you."

"Nothing you've got interests me," Donna said.

"Not even my cock?" he questioned. "It's long and hard and just right for you." At first Donna couldn't believe her ears. She stepped back in shock and the insurance man took that opportunity to step through her door and close it behind him.

"Let's step into your living room," Richard Daws told her. "We can see better in there."

Donna led the way. When they entered their dingy living room, Donna turned to face him. She was beginning to get her courage back.

"Now listen-" she began.

He dropped his case on the floor and grabbed her by the arm. He jerked her to him and his lips touched hers. His tongue was a fiery thing, searching between her lips.

She pushed him back and gasped for breath.

"Get out of here," she said. "Get out of here before I call the police."

Richard Daws smiled. "We'll make a deal," he said. "I know you need the insurance. We'll take a policy out."

"But I haven't the money to pay," Donna protested.

"You won't be paying me with money," he said. "You'll be fucking me to pay the premiums."

Donna turned a pale white. She had never met anyone like this insurance man. He said what he wanted. She was afraid. Her knees began to tremble. She had to sit down on the couch.

"Well," he said. "If you don't like my deal, I'll pack up and walk out. Accept my deal and I'll pay the premium for a piece of ass each month."

Donna wanted to say no. She wanted to order the man out of the house. Yet, something about the man interested her. And she knew she would never have the money to buy a policy. What he asked was nothing more than her husband got every time he wanted.

"Okay," Donna whispered.

Richard Daws smiled again. "Let's go up to your bedroom. I don't want to screw in the living room. Too uncomfortable. I want my money's worth."

Donna nodded. Richard followed her through the house to the back bedroom. Richard was walking on air. It had been almost too easy. Of course, he wouldn't do this with very many women. It would cost him too much!

The bedroom was small and dingy-looking. Almost as bad as the living room. Someone had tried to put cheap wallpaper up in the bedroom and it made things looks worse.

Donna was uncertain about what to do. She fingered a button on her halter top as she looked at the tall man in her bedroom. This was the first time a man had ever been in her bedroom except for her husband.

"Take off your clothes," Richard demanded.

Donna trembled as she slowly unbuttoned the halter top. She shrugged it off her shoulders and it dropped to the bare floor. She dropped her eyes in shame, for the insurance man was staring at her full tits. She flinched as he reached out a hand and ran his fingers gently across one nipple.

"Very nice," Richard said. "Very nice. I bet your husband loves to suck on these." . "Yes," Donna admitted.

"I don't blame him. So soft. So firm. Right now I have to kiss them."

Richard bent his head and gently licked one of her tits. She shuddered. He drew back. His eyes had gone hard.

"You don't like me, do you?" he questioned.

"No," she admitted.

Donna didn't want to say that it was not really dislike she felt for the insurance man but fear. She was afraid of his self-confidence, afraid of the knowing leer in the eyes.

"Well that's all right," he said. "You don't have to like me to fuck me. And I think you're going to enjoy it despite yourself."

He bent his head and again captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He began to roll it gently between his lips and then suddenly sucked all of the nipple deep into his throat. He sucked more of her flesh in than her husband ever had.

While he sucked on her boob, his hands began to roam all over her body. They fondled her full ass and gently brushed her thighs. His fingers searched for and found her clit. She groaned.

He drew back. "Take the rest of it off and lay down on the bed. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

She saw the look in his eyes and knew that he meant it. She unbuttoned the shorts and let them fall. She never wore underclothes. She heard him gasp at the big black bush between her legs.

Her bush had been something her husband had always found amazing.

"Jesus," Richard said. "That looks good. Has your husband ever put his tongue in?"

Donna was shocked again. Her husband had never even mentioned doing anything like that! She had thought about it a few times. She had even been tempted to ask him but she had been afraid that he would be angry.

"He hasn't, has he?" Richard said, noting the expression on her face. "Well, we're soon going to fix that."

He pushed her backwards on the bed and she lay there without trying to hide anything. She spread her legs to give him a better view. After all, that was what he was paying for.

He began to undress. She was very interested in seeing what was between his legs. She had never seen any other cock besides her husband's. His was small and thick. She waited in anticipation as Richard Daws stripped off all his clothes except his shorts.

He walked over to the bed and stood beside her. "You can do this," he said.

Her hands tangled in the band of his shorts and tugged them down. His cock sprang out beautifully stiff. She gave a gasp. It was not anything like her husband's. Richard's cock was long and stiff and crowned with a huge head. It was beautiful!

"Kiss it," Richard commanded.

She bent her head and took the throbbing pole into her mouth. She liked the first taste of cock. She sucked more of his rod in. She felt a heat began to start in her pussy. She had to have more of his cock in her mouth. It was the most enjoyable thing she had ever known. She sucked his cock in almost to his balls.

"Jesus Christ," Richard said. "Do you want me to come without getting in you?" Donna drew back immediately. She loved the taste of his cock, but she wanted it inside of her cunt much more. She lay back once more and spread her legs wide.

"Come to me," she whispered. "Come fuck me."

"Sure, baby," he said, "but first, what I promised you were going to feel."

Donna wondered what he meant, but she wasn't long in finding out. Richard lay down between her thighs. His tongue brushed against her thighs and she shivered.

"I'm going to eat your sweet pussy, baby," he said.

Donna cried out as his tongue parted the bush between her legs and slipped into her pussy. His tongue began to drive in and out of her cunt like a cock.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, fuck. Nothing ever felt like that! Oh, God!"

His experienced tongue lapped at her gash. It seemed like every part of her body was feeling that delicious tongue.

"Oh, Jesus!" she said. "I'm getting close!"

His tongue drew back despite her protesting.

"No," he said. "I want you to come while my cock's inside of you. I want to be fucking."

"Oh, yes!" she agreed.

His big prick poised at the opening of her cunt for only a moment. Then she felt him give a jerk and his prick plunged deeply into her cunt. He let it remain still for a moment as Donna felt the excitement and tension build in her.

"Oh, fuck me!" she begged. "Go ahead and fuck me until I'm crazy!"

He began to drive his cock hard into her cunt and she raised her legs high. She began to move in ways that she had never moved with her husband. She could tell Richard was enjoying it. He was groaning and sweating and speaking her name softly. Their rhythm became faster as she wrapped her long legs around his back.

"Oh, God!" he cried. "Oh, God, you feel so good! So fucking good and tight! Such a sweet, sweet piece of ass!"

Her husband had never talked to her and she found she was excited by it. She was excited by the foul words he called her as they fucked.

"Oh, Jesus," she said, "I'm coming! I'm tearing apart! I can feel myself dying! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! FUUUCCCKKK!!"

He came at the same time she did, his seed pouring into her and she raising her hips so that she could catch every drop of his cum in her cunt.

Finally he fell away. She lay there for a moment, with her eyes closed and her legs spread. She had never felt so royally fucked before.

"Oh, God," she said. "That felt so good."

Richard Daws laughed softly.

Richard got back to his apartment a little before four. He had spent a half-hour writing up a quick policy for the Medlin family and leaving it for her husband to sign. He knew she would find some way of explaining how she could afford to have the policy.

He showered and thought about Donna Medlin. Damn, she was a hot little piece. She had begged him to stay until her husband was due home. She had told him she would do anything he wanted, any way he wanted. It was a tempting offer but he wanted to save himself for the date with Margo. He had allowed her to suck his prick for a while before he left. In fact, while he had been writing out the policy, she had been on her knees, underneath the kitchen table, lustily sucking on his prick.

He left the shower and dried himself off. He lay down on the bed after making himself a drink. As he sipped it, he thought about Margo. He wondered what her surprise was going to be.

He must have drifted off to sleep because he awakened again at six-thirty. He got up and dressed hurriedly. Louise was coming in as he left. She was looking tired. He wondered if she'd been working too hard. He hadn't seen much of her since they had fucked.

Margo's house was in a rich-looking section. He parked in the driveway and walked up to the door. He knocked. He expected Margo to answer. Instead, it was a young girl of about twelve or thirteen.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Tammie. Margo's in the kitchen."

Richard followed the young girl into the family room. Sitting at a table writing was an older woman. She was in her forties but she was still attractive. She raised her head when she saw Richard.

"Have a seat, Richard," she said. "I'm Margo's mother, Karen. This is her sister, Tammie. We've been looking forward to your visit."

Margo's mother stood up to shake his hand. She wore a knee-length skirt and Richard had already admired the firm-looking legs beneath it. She also wore a plain white blouse that fitted the contours of her womanly tits.

"Have a seat," Karen said. "Margo will be out in a moment."

Richard sat down on the couch. He noticed that Tammie was staring at his crotch. He told himself that he was just being crazy, but it seemed like she was.

Margo came in. She was looking beautiful. Her hair was done up on her head and she wore a floor-length gown that seemed plastered to her body.

Richard stood up and Margo flattened herself against him. Her lips touched his and her tongue slipped in between his lips. He was shocked. He drew back just as her hand touched his half-hard prick.

"Why, Richard," Margo laughed. "I didn't know you were shy."

"I'm not," Richard said. He looked around at Karen and Tammie staring at them. "But your mother and sister are here."

"I know that, silly," Margo said. "Didn't I promise you an evening you'd never forget?"

"My husband travels a lot," Karen said. "We don't see very much of him. A woman can get awful lonesome, so Margo is in charge of the entertainment."

"And tonight you're the entertainment," Margo said.

Richard was suddenly afraid. He liked sex, but there was something in the eyes of the two women that he didn't like. A wild look. Even Tammie was looking at him with a strange gleam in her eye.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay," Richard said. He wouldn't have minded having sex with two women or even six women, but he just didn't like the expressions. It was almost like they didn't like men.

"You're not leaving," Margo said.

Her voice had suddenly lost its softness and gone very hard. He saw bitterness in her eyes.

Richard pushed her away and turned away from them. He started toward the front door.

"I don't think I like this," he said. "When I have sex, it's going to be my way. So I'll see you later, Margo."

"Stop," Margo's voice was commanding. He looked over his shoulder. Margo had taken a small revolver from her pocket. It was pointing at his chest.

"Are you crazy? Put that down."

"Take off your clothes," Margo commanded. "Slowly and to music."

Tammie put on a record, and a soft melody filled the air. Richard's hands began to sweat.

"I won't kill you," Margo said. "I'll just hurt you a little bit and we'll tell the police that you tried to break in on us. Three women alone and you a hot and horny pervert. I think they'll believe our story. Now strip."

"But this is rape," Richard protested.

"Exactly," Margo said. "I told you it would be an exciting evening."

Richard did as he was told. He was thinking that' he would get a chance to get hold of the little gun of Margo's, and then he would make them jump to his tune. But right now he had to do as he was told.

He slowly stripped off his clothes. All three of them stared hungrily at him as he undressed. Finally he was naked. He couldn't help the excitement he felt when they looked at his prick. It began to grow hard.

"Look, Mother," Tammie whispered. "He's not like the others. He's getting a hard-on already."

"I told you he was special," Margo said.

"What now?" Richard asked.

"Now," Margo said, smiling sweetly. "Now you watch. You watch until your cock's very hard."

Margo handed the gun to her mother. She unzipped her gown and let it float to the floor. She was naked underneath. Richard felt his breath leave him. She was beautiful. Her well-tanned body was flawless.

Margo lay down on the soft carpeted floor.

"Come here, Tammie," Margo said. "Come make me happy."

Richard gasped. The twelve-year-old sister of Margo knelt beside her. Her small hands trembled as she touched her sister's flesh.

Tammie had loved her sister before. She loved the taste of her sister's sweet flesh. She loved the firm tits rubbing against her youthful body.

Tammie lowered her head and captured one of Margo's delicious nipples between her teeth. Margo began to groan as she rubbed and teased the spot where her legs joined.

"Oh, Tammie," Margo said. "Suck me good. Suck me all the way into your mouth. Make me happy, Tammie."

Tammie took more of the creamy flesh of her sister into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched Richard Daws. His face was sweating and his body trembling. She dropped her eyes to his prick. His prick was large and red and magnificent-looking. She thought she had never seen anything so beautiful.

She began to work on her sister with a renewed urgency. Tammie's lips teased and bit at the sweet-tasting flesh. Margo began to groan. Tammie's tongue traveled down the length of Margo's stomach until it touched at her beaver.

"Oh, God," Richard Daws said softly.

Tammie almost laughed as her probing tongue parted Margo's bush and entered her cunt. Tammie was enjoying her task. She had eaten her sister many times and each time had been more fun than before.

Margo spread her legs wider as Tammie's tongue continued to prod at her gash. Margo's cunt was clean-smelling and tasty. Tammie sucked some of the flesh into her mouth. Margo was moving and groaning loudly.

"Do it, Tammie!" Margo cried out, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. "Eat me good!"

Tammie began to slip her tongue in and out of Margo's cunt very quickly. She could taste the sweet juices of Margo's snatch beginning to flood her mouth.

"Goddamn!" Margo cried. "Oh, suck my cunt good!"

Tammie enjoyed herself all the more knowing that Richard was standing there looking uncomfortable. She knew his prick would be rock-hard and he would be soon ready to put it anywhere.

"I'm cominggggg!" Margo screamed. "Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Fuck, shit! Fuck shit! AAHIEEEE!!"

Margo flooded Tammie's mouth with her juices and Tammie sucked and swallowed until Margo ceased trembling.

"Oh, God," Margo said, putting her hand in Tammie's hair. "That was good, baby. The best ever."

Richard Daws couldn't believe what he was seeing. Gone were all his thoughts of escape, or fear of the gun that was being held in the steady hands of Karen. Now all that mattered was the urgent need of his hard prick.

"Look at that," Karen said. "Look at his hard prick. He's ready to stick it in."

"Poor thing," Margo looked sympathetic. "We'll have to do something about that. Hand me the gun, Momma."

Karen handed over the small revolver to Margo. Margo stood up with the pistol still pointed at Richard's chest.

"Come here," Margo said.

Richard approached her. With her free hand Margo reached between his legs and began to fondle his hard prick. It felt good. Her soft, experienced fingers sent him into heaven.

Margo stepped back. "Now screw Mother. She's hot. Undress her and fuck her. She's yours."

Richard looked at Karen. She seemed frightened, but she pushed her tits forward at him with a smile on her face.

"Mother's never joined our games before in an active way," Margo explained, "but I can tell she likes you. This time she won't just watch. This time she's going to get a prick in her cunt."

Richard needed no more urging. He took Karen's blouse in his hands and ripped it away. She was wearing a white bra and he ripped it away, also. Her big, creamy tits spilled forward and he stepped back to admire them.

"Yes," Karen said, her eyes opened wide. "Treat me rough. That's what I want. Treat me rough."

Richard smiled. He turned to Margo. "Put the goddamn gun away," he commanded. "From now on I run things."

For a moment he thought his bluff wasn't going to work. But then Margo seemed to give in. She put the gun in a desk drawer and closed it.

"Okay," she agreed. "From now on it's your party."

Richard turned back to Karen. Her face had grown pale. "So you like to be treated rough," he said. "I'll show you how rough I can get."

He slapped her hard across the face. Tammie started to protest but Margo caught her arm.

"No, Tammie," Margo said. "Can't you tell that's what Momma wants? What she's always wanted?" Richard slapped her again and knocked her on her back on the couch. Her skirt rose up above her thighs and she tried to pull it down.

"No, goddamn it," Richard said. "Leave it there. Leave it there so your daughters can see what kind of whore you really are."

Karen turned her face away from her daughters but she left her skirt where it was.

"Now," Richard said. "Now I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to beg, you little whore."

Karen shook her head. Richard took hold of her hair and forced her head backwards. He slapped her a couple of more times.

"Beg, whore!" he said. "Beg or you'll never get my hard prick in your hot cunt. Beg, you bitch."

"Okay," Karen nodded. "I'll beg but don't hurt me any more."

"Beg," Richard commanded.

"Please fuck me," Karen said. "Please put your cock in my cunt. Oh, please fuck me! Treat me rough and fuck me until I'm sore! I need your cock!"

Richard dropped between her open thighs. He took hold of her flimsy panties and ripped them off. He pushed her skirt up higher so that he could see her blonde thatch.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said.

"Oh, yes!" she said. "Please fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Richard was aware that Margo and Tammie had drawn closer. He could hear their heavy, slow breathing. He knew they were excited by the thought of their mother getting fucked right before their eyes.

Richard fell across her heavy tits and began to kiss her on the mouth. Her tongue was a fiery, tiny thing as it entered his mouth. He pushed his prick between her thighs.

She reached between their legs and guided his cock to her pussy. She bucked her hips as his prick went in, drawing it deep.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, drawing away. "That feels so good. I've needed a good, strong prick."

"Oh, Momma," Tammie said as Richard began to pound her into the couch.

Her long legs raised high as he fucked her and she was making soft little sounds. He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anyone. There was nothing gentle in his fucking. He wanted her to feel fucked and fucked hard, like she had been used as the cheapest little whore on the block.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus fuck! You're going to kill me! Oh, you'll kill me! Oh, God!"

Richard suddenly drew out. He had another idea. She was protesting as he turned her over on her stomach and pulled her ass high.

"I'm not done," he assured her. "I want you to feel my prick in your asshole."

"Oh, no!" Karen protested. "I've never done that! Oh, please don't do that to me!"

Richard reached beneath them and began to squeeze her luscious tits. "Feel it, cunt," he said. "Feel my prick against your ass."

"Don't hurt her," Tammie pleaded. But neither Margo or Tammie tried to stop him.

He laughed as he pushed his prick into her asshole.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "That hurts! Stop! Oh, please stop! Don't hurt me any more."

"Shut up, bitch," Richard snarled. "Just move your ass. I'll give you a good ass-fucking."

He knew he was hurting her as he pressed his prick into her tiny shitter, but he also knew she wanted to be hurt. She was one of those ladies who wanted to be treated like a cunt. Cool on the outside but all cunt when the clothes were off.

"Feel it," he said. "Feel my prick going into your asshole. You're going to love it, cunt!"

He pushed harder and his prick went deep into her shit-chute. She screamed, and fought to escape but he began to fuck her harder.

Tammie was trembling. She wanted to rush forward and help her mother but something held her back. She could hear the slap of his balls against her mother's ass. She could see the sweat breaking out on her mother's forehead.

Tammie suddenly knew why she didn't want to stop them. There was something exciting about seeing the man's long, slim prick going into her mother's asshole. Something that made her own pussy hot with wanting.

Margo walked toward them and at first Tammie thought Margo was going to stop them. But Margo was simply trying to get in on the action. Margo approached her mother's head and spread her legs wide. Karen knew what her daughter wanted. She raised her head and began to lick at Margo's pussy even when the huge cock pounded her asshole.

Tammie stuck her fingers between her own legs and began to massage her clit. Anything to get release from the heat she was feeling. She fell to the floor still massaging her cunt and watching that huge prick drive her mother's ass into the couch.

Tammie was going crazy. She couldn't get a good hold of herself with all her clothes still on. She had never undressed in their little games before. Usually she had just eaten Margo and then had watched the man fuck Margo. This time it was different. Quickly she stripped off her clothes. She saw Richard looking at her while he fucked her mother. She pointed her legs towards him and spread her thighs wide. He could look at her immature body as her fingers massaged her cunt.

He actually looked interested in her body. He stuck his tongue out as if he would actually like to eat her pussy. His tongue made Tammie hotter than before and she began to drive her finger in her cunt with urgency.

"Will you look at that!" Margo exclaimed.

Karen drew her head away from Margo's pussy and looked at her younger daughter. Tammie had her head back, her eyes closed, and her fingers desperately massaging her pussy.

Karen had a sudden feeling that everything was wrong. It had been fine when it was just Margo nude and Tammie eating her pussy. But now Richard Daws had changed everything so that it seemed wrong. She knew she could have pulled away but she didn't want that either. She was beginning to love the feeling of his cock driving into her hot asshole.

"Jesus," she said, resigning herself to the situation, "I'm getting close. I'm going to come! Oh, my. My daughters are going to watch me come! Oh, God! God!"

She almost straightened up as her cunt flooded with juice. She wanted to feel Richard come in her ass but he drew back. For a moment she wondered what was going on and then she saw Richard dropping to the floor beside Tammie.

"No!" she cried. "Tammie's only twelve!"

"It's time she learned," Richard said.

Karen tried to stop him but Margo's strong arms wrapped around her mother's body and forced Karen back on the couch. Margo spread her legs and sat down on her mother's face. Karen gave up. She began to lick and suck at Margo's cunt and tried not to think about Tammie getting fucked.

Tammie was feeling good. She was near her climax. Her eyes were closed and she was massaging her clit furiously. Just one more second. Suddenly strong hands were forcing her tiny hands away from her pussy.

"No, little one," Richard Daws said softly. "Now you're going to feel a real man."

Tammie opened her eyes wide in horror. Richard Daws had stretched out beside her. She looked for help from the couch but Margo and Karen were already intertwined.

Richard bent his head and caught one of Tammie's tiny buds in his mouth. He rolled it gently beneath his tongue and then he moved to the other. Tammie had furious fires shooting through her whole body. She almost couldn't stand it. She tried to put her fingers between her legs but he wouldn't allow it.

"Have you ever felt a man's cock?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"Then you must feel one. Mine. Take it in your hand. See what it feels like. It won't harm you."

Timidly, Tammie reached for his iron-hard rod. She ran her sensitive fingers over it. She ran her fingers down to his balls and touched them.

"Take it in your hand and stroke it gently," Richard commanded her. "Grasp it. Don't be afraid of it."

She wrapped her tiny hand around his cock and began to stroke it gently. There was a little spot of pre-cum on the end. She had seen that before. The men who had fucked Margo had often had drooling cocks. But she had never actually touched their cocks.

She began to stroke his prick a little faster and he pulled away.

"Taste it," he said. "Take it in your mouth. That way you'll know all about a man's cock."

Gingerly she drew the huge head of his cock into her warm, soft mouth. She licked at the end and tasted the salty lubricant from his hole. It was a pleasant taste, not at all like she had expected it to be.

He groaned as her tongue and lips teased his cock. She had never known such a feeling of complete power. His cock was hers, to taste, to love, to command.

He pushed her back. She looked up into his strong face and saw that his eyes were kind.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said softly. "I'm going to let you know what it means to take a man's cock."

"I'm afraid," she whispered.

"Don't be," he assured her. "I'll be as gentle as I can. It may hurt at first but you'll like it. That I promise you, little one."

Richard swung his body over the twelve-year-old girl. His prick was trembling as he positioned himself before her cunt. Margo and Karen had collapsed on the couch and now they were watching him intently.

He pushed. Tammie screamed.

"Stop it!" Tammie said. "Stop it! You're killing me! It hurts so bad!"

He pushed again and his prick broke through her cherry and went deep inside her virgin cunt. She cried and beat on his back with her tiny fists.

He remained still for a moment. Tammie still sobbed softly but she quit beating on his back. He waited until her tense muscles had relaxed.

"Okay," he said. "You're over the hard part. Now for the fun."

He began to move gently inside her cunt. He didn't withdraw his cock but he rocked from side to side, brushing against her cunt-walls.

Tammie's eyes opened wide. At first she had thought he had killed her. She had never known such pain. But now a new feeling was growing in her. A feeling of warmth and a tingling that started at the base of her spine.

So this was fucking. This was what she had seen so many men do to Margo. Now she knew why Margo cried and groaned so much when the meat was getting put to her. It did feel good after the pain stopped.

She began to move her hips along with him.

"Does it feel good now?" Richard asked. "Does it feel good like I promised?"

"Oh, yes," Tammie said. "It makes me feel so hot and tingly all over."

Richard began to fuck her a little faster. Now he began to drive his hot cock in and out of her grasping cunt.

"Dear God," Richard said. "It feels so good. So good. I don't think I can stand it. Oh, fuck!"

Tammie liked his words. She liked the thought that her cunt was making him happy, that it was her cunt that was going to draw the precious white seed. She began to move her hips faster, matching his furious rhythm.

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!"

And the boiling fire seemed to build and grow in her hot body until her skin felt like flame.

"Oh, I feel it!" she cried. "I feel my coming! I'm going to come! I'm going to come with your hot cock inside of me! Oh, I'm fucking, Momma! I'm really fucking!"

Her nails dug into Richard's hips as she felt him jerk. For the first time she felt a man's jism pouring into her, splashing against her cunt-walls like a river.

"Oh, God!" she said as her own juices mingled with his and she screamed at the pleasure of release.

For a moment he remained in her and then he fell away. She put a hand on his now limp cock and smiled at her mother who was watching white-faced.

"Now I'm a woman," she said.