Chapter 4
"She can't do that!" Sandy objected, slapping her wet towel down or the bench. All three girls watched the retreating figure of Beth Smith, glaring at the big buns jiggling under her skirt. Sandy put her fists on her hips and made a horrible face, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, just as soon as Beth had gone out through the door of the locker room.
"Bitch!" she hollered.
"Easy, Sandy," Wilma said. "Take it easy!"
"But she can't do that! Saturday afternoon's free time. She can't order us to do laps around the lake!"
"She did it," Vera said quietly.
"Three times! We just did her damn drill all morning, and I'm all clean now-and tired!" she whined, sitting heavily on the bench, her naked buttocks slapping. She slumped and propped her chin in her hands, her forearms squeezing her pert little tits together.
"Vera, that's going to take us all afternoon to do that," Wilma said, running her towel across her back, drying it. Her auburn hair had little curls of wetness at her neck and forehead. Her round tits thrust forward and jiggled as she wiped her back. She encased her butt in the towel and went to work on it with both hands. Her rather solemn face grew more so. "I don't think we should let her get away with that. I think we ought to complain."
Vera looked at her, unable to keep from looking at the incredibly dense bush of hair that sprouted every direction from her twat. She shook her hair over her shoulders and tipped her head in that haughty appearing way she had.
"Who to, Wilma? Captain Garner?"
Wilma sighed. "Yeah, I see what you mean. You know, she probably put Beth up to it," she said thoughtfully, toweling her bush absently, as if masturbating. "I wonder why." Then her face brightened. "I'll bet I know! It's that shower duty thing the other day! But why's she punishing me, too?"
Her eyes widened, and she put her hand to her mouth, looking guiltily at Vera and Sandy. "Oops," she said. "There I go again. Me and my big mouth. I wasn't supposed to let you know Bill told me about it."
"He told you about me?" Sandy nearly squalled.
"Yeah," Wilma sighed. "It's okay, Sandy. I don't care if he fucked you. He fucks all my friends. I let some of his fuck me, too. We've got it worked out, so don't worry about it." She put her arm around Sandy. "I don't blame him, actually. If I were a boy I'd want to fuck you myself."
Sandy looked at her. "You don't have to be a boy, Wilma. You can fuck me any time you want."
"We'd better get dressed and go do our laps," Vera said, standing quickly, giving Sandy a look of disgust. She yanked open her locker door with more noise than necessary and took out her shorts and tank top and bra. She looked at the bra and tossed it back on the shelf in some kind of defiant act.
She stepped into the red shorts and pulled the white knit top over her head. Her firm tits stretched the material and made her nipples show clearly. For some reason, she didn't care. Let them show. They were nice tits, big nipples. Woman's nipples. And she was a woman. She was going to tell her father so when he came tonight.
He was supposed to come tonight, any way. That was the message she'd gotten. Typically, he hadn't called and talked to her. He'd just left a message, a remark to be passed on down the line, until maybe it got to her.
Somehow, that one small act had riled her more than all the rest of his slights put together, over all the years he'd raised her and ignored her and had been disappointed in her.
It was a time for rebellion. The time to say enough. She was done with trying to please him. He hadn't wanted her from the beginning and didn't want her now. Why the hell was she knocking her brains out over a little crumb of affection from him for-one little nod of approval? Wanting him to want her had dominated her whole life, and nothing had worked.
"Let's go get it done," she said, turning from the other girls, not caring that they weren't ready.
She went out of the locker room and sat on the porch to the gym, looking out over the sunlit campus. Utilitarian buildings squatted in what she supposed some military architect had decided were strategic locations. Here and there was a big, old tree-no small ones, no new ones beginning -long life. It wasn't in the nature of Bronson Academy to foster fresh, new life.
Except down by the lake. Actually, Vera didn't mind going around the lake. It was wild and fresh, overgrown and pure, with dank smells coming from things that had lived out their time and fallen and made ground for the new to grow. Other than the dam at one end of the lake, the only way the Army, had spoiled the woods around the lake was to clear a path for the cadets to run around. Now and then they held war games of sorts to let everybody crawl through the bushes in preparation for the big event at the beginning of summer, but that was all.
Off in the distance, she saw a company of men marching in drill. They were halted, barked at, and dismissed. She saw the unmistakable figure of Frank Cobb walking toward his dorm.
She watched him intently, feeling very strange inside. The resemblance of him to her father was uncanny. He even walked like her father, the same kind of loping stride. She couldn't take her eyes from him. She watched him disappear into the building and kept watching the door to see if he would come back out and walk in front of her some more.
"Shit, Vera, be in a rush, why don't you!" Sandy bitched coming out behind her with Wilma. Her pert little tits poked at her top, and her red shorts were like a second skin over her round butt cheeks.
"I didn't want to cramp your style, honey," she said in a sugary way, her violet eyes on Wilma. She wasn't really surprised when the girl looked away, flustered.
"It's all right, Wilma," she said, not quite able to keep the cattiness out of her tone. "I let Sandy fuck all my friends. We have it worked out."
"God, you're a bitch today, Vera!" Sandy Squalled. "What's the matter with you? I hope seven boys catch you down at the lake and fuck your ass off! Come on, Wilma, let's get away from this bitch. Her trouble is, her cunt's drying up from lack of use, and the rot is beginning to stink."
"Somehow, I wouldn't be surprised it' that happened," Vera said quietly, looking across the campus again, squinting against the sun.
"What?" Sandy asked, pouting cutely. "If what happened?"
"Never mind," Vera said, stretching out her long, slim legs and rising. She began walking toward the lake. In a moment the other girls caught up with her, hanging back a little, as if being led.
It had taken them nearly an hour to do the first lap. They hadn't pushed it. In fact, they'd farted around about it, stopping to sit under the trees and look across the water, enjoying thy sun and the birds and a solitary wild flower here and there. As anticipated, Beth was waling for them at the starting point. Judy was with her. They were both in their fatigues, looking butchy as hell, bars on their collars, name tags stitched across their tits, scowling out from under the creased- bills of their hats, like rodents looking at the world from under a shelf..
"I want a little speed to it, girls' Beth barked, looking pointedly at her watch. 'At the rate you're going, you'll be late for supper. Are you trying to rack up more demerits?" -
"Saturday afternoon is supposed to be free time, Beth," Sandy said angrily, her tight tits heaving under the stretched top.
Beth looked at her coldly-for a long moment and then opened her big mouth and let out an unbelievable torrent. "You will address your superior officers by their rank and surname and in a respectful tone of voice, Perkins!'? she bellowed. "Do you want an extra lap?"
"No, Ma'am!" Sandy barked back, snapping to attention, whether from fear or- out of ridicule, Vera couldn't quite tell.
'Then get moving, all of you! I want to see you pass this point again in thirty minutes, is that clear?" She grinned oddly, giving a sideways glance at Judy. "Thirty minutes! Dismissed!"
Vera watched the by play between the two older girls. Something was up. She could feel it, But she turned and began jogging away, entering the secluded, tree-shrouded path again. In a moment, Sandy and Wilma caught up with her, puffing. "Screw this!" Sandy bitched feverently. "Just screw this goddamn place, Vera! I'm leaving with you, by God! I've had it!"
"You're leaving?" Wilma cried. "You're quitting? Oh, shit, you guys! You're. going to leave me here all alone?"
Vera opened her mouth. She was going to say, it depends on daddy. She set her jaw, instead. "Yes!" she declared firmly.
They were just passing the dam, a third of the way around the lake, when they jogged past two of the boys, who were skipping stones across the water down at the edge of the lake.
"Hey! Wilma! Hold up!"
All three girls stopped. They watched Bill Bast and Frank Cobb clamber up the bank and stand in the shade beside them, their eyes taking in the curves under the tight red shorts and the way Vera's fits particularly thrust out in big-nippled beauty.
"What's with all the running?" Bill asked. "You didn't get enough drill practice today or something?"
"That bitch Smith ordered us to do three laps around the lake, Hill," Wilma complained, leaning against her boy friends pushing her tits into his arm.
"Shit, Willie, she can't do that," he said easily, patting her ass, leaving his hand there for a squeeze while he looked directly at Sandy. "Tell her to fuck off. Speaking of which." He grinned, grabbing a handful of Wilma's ass, making her squeal. "There's something you girls ought to see up there in the bushes."
"I've seen it," Wilma said, pulling a face and running -her open palm over his crotch. "But you can show it to me again tonight, after we've finished these damn laps." -
"What's with the laps, baby? I told you to tell her to fuck off."
"And get reported?"
"There's no getting reported. This is free time. This isn't the goddamn Army yet, it's only an academy, and the rule here is that you're off now. Man, did you girls eat a handful of her shit, huh, Frank?"
"Sounds like it," Frank said. He was looking at Vera, trying not to stare but not doing too well at it. She was having the same problem.
"Are you guys sure?" Sandy asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Positive," Bill said. "Now, about that thing up there in the bushes." Bill grinned.
Wilma giggled and looked at Sandy. "Think we ought to trust them? This one will say anything for a piece of ass."
"You impugn my honor, Willie!"
"No, he's right," Frank said quickly-too quickly, it seemed to Vera. But his tone and manner were sincere, and she believed him. She had a good idea what was going to happen in the bushes, though, and didn't want any part of it. Or did she?
"I think I'll get on back, then," she said.
Frank touched her arm gently. "Don't go," he said quietly.
"Well, you two can stand here and waste the afternoon if you want," Wilma said. "but I know what I'm going to do." She pulled on Bill's arm, leading him up the slope away from the path toward a densely screened patch of woods. She looked back over her shoulder. "Coming, Sandy?"
Sandy looked startled. Bill grinned widely. "Hell yes!" she said brightly, scampering after them.
Frank shifted his feet after they'd left. "Want to go with them?" he asked, swallowing. "See what they're doing?"
"I know what they're doing," Vera said coolly.
"We don't . . . you know. We can just talk."
Vera looked at him. She felt her pulse pound. She wanted to move on, circle around Beth and Judy and head back to the room, leaving them there waiting. After her father came tonight, it wouldn't matter what those two did, or Captain Garner, either.
"Now, I know." Frank said, pointing his finger at her mouth. "That's what's so familiar about you. I knew I'd seen that somewhere before."
"Seen what?" she asked, coming out of her thought.
"That. What you do with your tongue. Kind of rub it against the inside of your lower lip when, you're thinking. I do that. We have the nose, too, did you notice that? Exactly the same He posed in profile, pointing and showing her,- half laughing.
"I'll tell you something that's even weirder than that," she said, starting to feel at ease with him. You remind me so much of my father I can't believe it. I was watching you walk, back to the dorm from your drill practice a little while ago, and you even have that same kind of-odd loping stride he does."
They looked at each other for a long moment, their eyes searching each others faces as if looking fork more details that would bind thorn together.
Then he took her hand, not pulling, wanting her to come wil1ing. She looked down, his left hand in hers. She noticed something that set her mind whirling. each of them had a kind of kink in the big knuckle of the fourth finger. Her father had it too "Frank . . . " she started.
"Come on; he-urged.
Vera sucked in her breath, feeling dizzy. It was a time for- change. She followed him up the slope.
They heard the others before coming to the small clearing they'd found. Vera suddenly regretted-her impulsiveness. - "Ohhh~ baby-sink it deep!" Wilma moaned. "Fuck this wanting pussy and pump it full!"
"Got to save a little of the creamy white for Sandy, baby," Bill punted, his hips slapping up against her full ass as he fucked her cunt from behind.
He held her hips in his hands and pulled her back on his long, straining cock, looking from her naked ass and the jiggling tits under her chest to Sandy's pert, tight little body. He watched her rub her blond pussy with her hand as she stood over them and watched them fuck.
"Yeah, I can tell little Sandy's. going to want some too," he groaned.
"Ohhhhhhhh, piss on Sandy!" Wilma gasped, switching her ass from side to side, making his prick waggle deep in her pussy.
"Might do that, too," he grinned. "Being as she pissed all over me the other day."
"I told you I couldn't help it, you fucker," Sandy said, approaching him in a weird waddle, her knees turned outward and bent, her hand shaking up and down over her hot pussy.
She put her right foot on Wilma's back and bunched her hips toward Bill's face, sticking her cunt right into it. She spread the puffy pussy lips wide with her fingers and showed him the red, slick meat of her cunt mouth and the tingling, straining nub of her clit.
"Ohhh, suck my pussy while you're fucking her!" she moaned.
"Hey, don't point that damn thing at me! It might go off again!"
"Ohhh, bring it here, Sandy-bring your hot pussy to me!" Wilma cried, shivering all over.
"Yeah, yeah," Bill grunted, his prick jerking and stretching another inch up Wilma's sucking cunt. "I want to watch! Be careful, Willie, she'll piss in your mouth when she comes. Very undisciplined girl, that one is."
"Oh, Jesus-right now I don't care!" Wilma cried, rocking her whole torso back and forth, slamming her ass back into his plunging hips and deep-stroking cock.
Sandy let out a small sound and put her foot back on the ground. She went around to Wilma's head, stroking her twat furiously, running her finger in and out of her sweltering hole.
Without removing her finger or missing a stroke, she got onto her naked butt on the ground and spread her thighs on either side of Wilma's hanging head. She scooted under Wilma's body and lifted her cunt up and, open. Her eyes were hot, on Wilma's.
"Go ahead, Wilma-do it!"
"I've never done it before!" Wilma gasped.
"You said you'd want to fuck me if you were a boy, remember? Well, you don't have a prick, but you've got a long tongue and a pair of soft lips, and that can be just as good-sometimes better. Do it, Wilma-suck my pussy! Fuck it with your tongue, just the way Bill's fucking your cunt right now! I'll lick all his cum out of your hot hole when he's finished with you if you do! I'll show you what it can be like with two girls. And you don't have to feel funny about it, either. You know I'm not a Lez! Bill knows it-Vera knows it! Ohhh, I'm so hot watching you get fucked, Wilma-eat my pussy!"
She groaned and shivered, her hips shaking, her pussy mouth quaking and sucking until juice ran from around her imbedded finger and dripped onto the mossy ground.
She reached up and pulled Wilma's head down, watching closely, seeing that the girl's mouth was open, her lips slack and full, her tongue just inside the soft, round orifice.
Then the whole affair was on her mint, warm and wet and quivering, and she tossed her head back and cried out with passion, shoving her twat up high, pushing it against Wilma's mouth.
"Eeeee, yes! Suck my cunt! Oh, yes, that's it! Your tongue-thrust your tongue clear up it, Wilma! Ahhhhh!"
Bill's cock went wild. He pressed up against Wilma's butt and craned his neck around her body, looking between her jutting tit and her stiff arm. He saw her jaw moving up and down. He heard the sucking sticky sounds. He watched the way Sandy's inner thigh shivered as she strained to open her legs even wider.
"She doing it, Sandy? Is she eating your cunt out?" he gasped wildly, the blood pounding in his head.
"Aaaaieeeee!" Sandy cried, her butt cheeks bumping up and down.
"Ohhh, shit, Willie! I didn't know you ate-cunt! God, I'm gonna come! Wait, wait-I don't want to come yet! Quit shaking your ass around like that! God damn it, I'm gonna fuck your ass if you don't quit!"
She didn't quit. She couldn't. Blood filled her head, making her dizzy as ever. She shuddered all over, taking prick up her pussy and thrusting her tongue into pussy. It was the wildest thing she'd done yet. She squealed in the back of her throat and heaved up and down, the tip's of her tits feeling ready to explode as she began coining.
"Mrrrrrrrrf!" she bellowed, blowing air into Sandy's cunt, making bubbles in the flood of juice that was pouring from it, totally unwilling to break the suctioning seal between mouth and pussy hole.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, Wilma-what are you doing in my cunt God, it's getting all big inside! Oh! Alit You're plowing up my pussy like a goddamn balloon? Yaaaaah!" she screamed, shuddering violently.
The girls heaved and shook and came hard, Sandy's pussy muscles sucking and pulling on Wilma's thrusting, swirling tongue, her cunt lips clamping around her mouth lips, her hand pulling at the back of Wilma's head and mashing her face into her split twat.
Wilma's cunt pulled and drew on Bill's prick, milking the cum right out of it. He bellowed and pressed forward, his balls drawing up tightly against the root of his prick and shivering. Jism hosed from the end of his cock and flooded the wet, hot pussy, such a torrent that it spurted out backwards and dribbled down his balls onto the ground beneath them.
"Ahhhhhhgh, damn it! I was gonna fuck your ass!" he groaned.
"Mine, Bill!" Sandy cried, tossing her head, mussing her blond hair with bits of fallen leaves. "You can fuck my ass!"
"Ahhh, God, Sandy-you'll probably shit on me when you come this time," he groaned, slumping forward over Wilma's back, wrapping his hands around her full, dangling tits.
"So what?" Sandy laughed hotly. "You'd love it! Here-here it is, you big fucker!" She scooted from under Wilma's mouth and rolled over, the points of her tits burrowing into the moss and leaves and dank, humid earth. She lifted her butt high up behind her and spread the cheeks wide displaying her tight little red-brown bung hole. Her cunt lips puffed down under her crotch, still dripping and running with hot, slick juice. She reached under her body and dabbled her fingers in it, making sticky sounds.
'Oh, Jesus," Bast groaned, staring at the winking hole; the sodden pussy, the flaring ass cheeks. His cock sagged. It was coated with slippery juice from Wilma's pussy, and cum still dripped from the tip.
Sandy looked around over her shoulder. Wilma was sitting on the ground, staring, lick her lips. Even her cheeks shone with the juices from Sandy's pussy. She looked as if she were still savoring the flavor of a woman's pussy. Her knees were up. There was a dark, spreading stain of cum and cunt juice under her twat crack as Bill's load slithered out of her hole.
"Ohhhh, you're wasting it, Wilma!" Sandy cried, crabbing around on elbows and knees to hover over the girl's profuse bush. She put out a hand and pushed Wilma back, then scooped her bands under the full buttocks and lifted her cunt up so that it wouldn't drain onto the ground any more;
"I promised, Wi1ma,'~ she said. "Ohhh, Bill come fuck my asshole while I lick your cum out of her cunt!" she moaned.
She dipped her head, waved her ass, and glued her mouth to Wilma's pussy, drilling her tongue into the sopping hole and swirling it around, scraping up all the juices and fluids coating her pussy walls.
"Yahg!" Wilma barked sharply, her eyes popping open. She looked down at the blond head buried between her thighs and put her hand on the back of it, even though she didn't need to hold Sandy there at all.
She watched Sandy draw back, her tongue extended fully. It snaked out of her cunt and drew with it a long string of jism that sagged toward the ground. She lapped it into her mouth and rolled her eyes.
"Mmmmm," she moaned dipping back for more.
Wilma looked at Bill over Sandy's back. He was on his knees, staring at the open ass, the licking tongue. He was jacking his hand up and down his slippery cock, trying to get the sagging thing hard again.
"Oh, Bill," Wilma said huskily. "She's going to make me come again." She shook her head in awe, her eyes slightly glazed. "Bill, I've never . . . I've never had my cunt sucked out like this! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey, I swear I am. Right ohhhh, I don't know why your prick isn't bard as iron right now, honey, because I'm going to come while she's begging you to fuck her ass, and ohhhhhh, watch me, Bill-watch me come! I'm going to come! Yes! Now! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Her eyes rolled upward. Her mouth fell slack. She tried to keep watching her boy friend because it was exciting to have him watch her come, but her eyes wouldn't stay open the last thing she saw was the way he was hunched up behind Sandy's ass, trying to cram his half-limp cock into her sucking, pulsing hole. Then there were bright Stars that pounded across the backs of her eyes.
Bill put the head of his prick to the tight asshole and pushed. His prick doubled up and felt as if it would snap. He swore softly and tried again. He looked feverish about it. The harder he tried, the limper his prick became Jacking it didn't help. He grunted and gasped and looked up at Wilma, and that was when he saw Frank and Vera, standing at the edge of the small clearing watching them
"Aw, Frank,"he groaned. 'I can't get it up! Just when I've got the chance of a lifetime, U can't get this! God, this little twat's a fucking ball buster, man. Here-you fuck her ass. She's begging for it," He tried once more, watched his prick bend double, and sat back on his heels, looking terribly forlorn as his eyes riveted on the circling, winking, pulsing little asshole with the wet cunt lips pouting down underneath. He lifted his bands and let them falling a shrug, "She's all yours; buddy'. I just can't~hack it for a few minutes - Better get it. while it's hot and still not for sale.
All the talking penetrated the lust swimming around in Sandy's head. She lifted her dripping mouth from Wilma's pussy and saw Vera. As usual, Vera was looking horrified and shocked and disgusted.
Mostly that, anyway.
She looked again and saw a slightly different expression on her friend's face. The violet eyes were a little too bright. The haughty tilt to her head wasn't the same. The lips weren't as compressed as they usually were. And maybe it was just because she didn't have a bra on, but the nipples stood stiffly out from the ends of her jutting tits and showed clearly through the white top. There was the hint of a dark, wet stain at the crotch of her red shorts, too.
Sandy took it all in and smiled happily and cutely at her friend. "Oh, Vera-do it! Live! Damn you, wake up and live!" She wiped cum from her chin with the back of her hand, ready to do anything there was to have her friend get fucked.
She held out her hand, beckoningly. Vera looked at her. Her lower lip trembled as her violet eyes taking in the scenes of lewdness before her-Bill's wet cock, Wilma's swollen pussy, Sandy's wet lips and chin. She was terribly conscious of Frank's presence beside her. She could almost feel his desire for her. coming across the small space between them, and her virginal cunt tunnel squirmed deep inside and throbbed heavily.
She couldn't deny she was aroused this time. All the other times she'd watched Sandy be wanton and totally abandoned, she had felt nothing but disgust and revulsion for the animalness of it all.
But this was a time for change, and the changes were happening. Maybe with Frank . . . maybe if they were alone. Or maybe just with Sandy to help her.
But not with Bill Bast and Wilma watching. Not when it was so blatant and obvious. Not when Sandy was so pervertedly wanton and unrestrained.
She balled her fingers into fists of frustration at her sides. She sucked in her breath I She turned her head and looked at Frank, and it was odd that she wanted him so very much at that moment. Wanted to feel his arms around her and his body against hers and his cock sliding up and up into her virginal, yearning cunt.
"I'm sorry, Frank," she said softly: "I just can't. It . . . it's not you. I want you to know that. It's not you. If it could be anybody, it would be you. I'm sorry
His eyes swept over her face. A small smile came to his lips-a look of disappointment but understanding.
"It's all right, Vera," he said quietly.
"Oh, Christ, Vera if you're not going to fuck him, then I will!" Sandy moaned, stroking at her pussy again. She hadn't heard a word that had passed between them. She'd only seen the shake of Vera's head. "God, I' want a cock up my ass! fucking into my asshole! Filling my butt with a flood of hot cum! Frank, if you don't get over here and show this limp-pricked pal of yours how to cram a girl's ass full of hard cock, then I'm going to come over there and climb your frame again!"
Vera looked at Sandy and nearly recoiled. "Oh, Sandy!" she cried, turning away, her eyes brimming with quick team.
"Wait!" Frank said, starting after her.
She crashed through the brush-back to the path and ran along it. He began chasing her, then stopped and sighed. He turned back twice, looking after her, then up the slope, going around in circles of indecision. He looked down at his crotch and saw the hard line of his prick and sighed again. He made his way back up the slope to the clearing, unzipping his pants as he went toward Sandy's beckoning ass.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her eyes brightening cutely. "1 need that hard cock! Come fuck my asshole with it!"
"You bet I will," Frank said.
There was a strange expression on his face, a kind of flat look. He pushed Bill out of the way and got behind her round, tight ass, looking down at the deep cleft between the smooth cheeks. He grabbed her hips and palmed the full cheeks open wide, displaying her pulsing, ready asshole.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" Sandy moaned, waving her butt at him, like a red flag at a bull. "Stick it in there, Frank!"
He lifted his hard cock and put the tip against her asshole. He set his jaw and then rammed forward.
"Ahhhh, God! It's too dry! You're killing my ass! Spit on it, stick it in my cunt first-do something!" .
Frank pressed ahead, pulling back on her hips at the same times He felt the burning friction of her rubbery butt hole as it stretched painfully around the tip of his dry prick head.
"Hey, Cobb-what the fuck you doing to her?" Bast asked with mounting concern.
"I'm giving the lady what she wants, Bill-a big cock up her asshole." He grunted, heaving forward again, hating himself and yet not caring how much he hurt her. She needed fucking.
His prick sank halfway up the shaft, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from howling at the pain it caused him. He wasn't sure whether the skin had split and peeled back or the rod had simply snapped. Her asshole clutched his cock like a pipe wrench. But he gripped her hips all the harder and kept cramming it in, because she had spoiled something with her cute, hot little body and big mouth that she shouldn't have spoiled.
To his total amazement, Sandy reached under her belly between her thighs and circled her flowing pussy with her fingers and moaned with blazing heat.
"Ohhhh, God! That's good! Frank--fuck my asshole all the way! Ya~aah my God! It burst! God, what an ass fucker! There-there! It's all the way up me! I feel- your hot, hard balls slamming into my pussy lips! Ahhh, Christ-I love it!"
Her little body shuddered. Her fingers swirled and slopped through the wet meat of her pussy, becoming coated with her flowing juices. She reached farther back and wrapped them around his balls, squeezing.
Frank paused. He was afraid he would now die. But she only rolled his nuts erotically while she began a weaving, circling motion with her ass that made him start forgetting about the burning sensation in his cock.
The girl was incredible. She couldn't be hurt. When it came to sex, she had a way of turning pain into bliss and couldn't be hurt.
But now, her tight ass mouth was milking up and down his cock shaft, and the heavy tube of meat was no longer dry. Her sopping fingers had drenched his balls and circled the pipe of prick and felt all around the tight hole between her cheeks that was being so thoroughly pierced by it.
Frank couldn't help tipping his head back and letting out a growl of pleasure. This had turned into one of the tightest, most thrilling fucks he'd ever had, and he felt the cum start boiling up inside his milked prick and juice-drenched balls.
He rammed into her fine, tight asscheeks again and again, jarring her little body, making her tight tits jiggle and shake under her chest. He slid his hands along her tiny waist and reached around to fill his hands with them. He saw her head hanging, her mouth open, saliva drooling from it onto the ground.
"Ohhhh, fuck my ass,' she groaned in a strange voice. 'Squeeze my tits and fuck your cock all the way into my butt! God, they're going to squirt! They're going to spray milk from the tips and fill your hands, I swear they-are fohhh, I can't go on-can't hide ..--. oh!" She jerked her head up. Her eyes went wide The cords in her neck stood out. The freckles on her nose seemed to glow. Then she opened her throat and let out an animal sound that had a primitive quality.
Her ass muscle tightened around Frank's cock and milked and sucked at it, drawing the flood of jism she sought up through it and into the depths of her dark, clinging tunnel.
'Ahhhhh, shit!" Frank bellowed, ramming his thighs fully against her round asscheeks and his cock into the spasming hole as far as it would go.
A torrent of hot cum pulsed and squirted through his prick into her ass. His own cheeks clenched and relaxed and clenched again as he pumped his white hot enema into her little body and flooded her ass.
And with each squirt, he thought of Vera.