Chapter 5
It never rains but it pours, as Kimberly was about to discover. In all her young life as a tomboy, sexual concerns had never come to mind. But now she'd stumbled on Angela and Mickey, enjoyed a foray with Winston Washington (losing her unwanted virginity in the process), and spied on the household help in what was the wildest, most provocative scene she'd ever beheld. Little did she know, she'd only scratched the surface of sexual possibility!
Being a natural athlete, Kimberly was afraid of no one and nothing. She had never met the boy she couldn't lick, and it never occurred to her she would ever be bested in a fair contest. Yet it happened, and from a totally unexpected pair of men.
Sunday was the day her parents usually went visiting some relative or other, and this week her mother had decided it would be nice to visit Aunt Christine, a miserable excuse for a human being, who lived about an hour away by car. Aunt Christine was forty-five and looked sixty. She had driven her two husbands to divorce her because she had no feelings, sexual or otherwise. And when Kimberly and her family went to visit her, Aunt Christine always had some suggestion or other for making Kimberly's life a little more miserable, such as a stay in a boarding school or a job cleaning out the attic.
So when her mother told her they would be visiting Aunt Christine, Kimberly decided to "get sick." She claimed she was dizzy and wanted to spend that Sunday in bed. In reality, she hoped to take in the nearby movie once her parents were gone, but her mother asked her to stay home while they went to visit Aunt Christine. An important phone call was expected, and she'd call in to get the message. This meant Kim would be stuck in front of her TV set all day long. And there was a whole string of bad monster movies and current affairs programs on, none of which she'd care to see. Damn!
In any case, she didn't have to go see Aunt Christine. And by one o'clock her parents were gone. She moped around the house for an hour, finding nothing worthwhile to eat. Her mother phoned a few minutes after two, just after they arrived at Aunt Christine's, and Kimberly assured her she was feeling better.
Well, there she was, all alone in the house with nothing to do, so she decided to do some gymnastics in the living room. Normally, she would have donned her gym suit, but no one was home, so she felt she would be better off just stripping down and exercising.
For fifteen minutes she did cartwheels, knee bends, back flips, and handstands. What she didn't realize was that her living room window was open, and though her living room looked out on her backyard, she could be easily observed by anyone who might walk into that yard. In this case it wasn't just one person, but two, and both were extremely hot in the pants that day.
Jason Adams was a youth of twenty who lived right next door to her. He was going to college out of town, but was home for the time being, having been expelled for bad behavior. With Jason was his muscular buddy, Larry Mueller. Both had had a few beers, and they were pretty buzzed when they decided to cut across Kimberly's backyard to the next block. But as they reached the window, they peered in, and staring at the tomboy's naked body immediately gave them ideas.
Adams was a bully, and had always picked on kids smaller than himself, whether girls or boys. A year earlier, he had made the mistake of shoving Kimberly when he was walking down the street. Kimberly had been taught that bad manners were something one should always correct whenever possible, so, tomboy that she was, she picked up a large rock and hit Adams squarely in the back of his head. When he ran after her, she climbed the tree in her backyard. He had tried climbing after her, and she had kicked him in the face, making him fall and fracture an arm. He had never forgiven her for it.
Larry Mueller was a muscle-bound jerk, a year younger than Adams. He lifted weights all the time, but he lifted his favorite brew just as often, so some of his bulk was really just flab. Still, he created the impression that he was much stronger than he appeared. Because he was also a bully, but apparently a much stronger one, Adams idolized Larry.
Both were blond-haired, though Adams was dirty blond while Mueller was light blond. Mueller seemed to be almost albino, his skin was so white. All his blood vessels showed clearly wherever his bloated muscles pushed his arms and legs out. Both were six feet tall.
Totally buzzed, Adams had even less sense of caution than usual and, seeing Kimberly back flipping, decided this was the perfect time for revenge.
"You in the mood for young meat?" he asked Larry Mueller.
"How young?" Mueller asked, belching.
"Say about nineteen," Adams replied.
"Sounds good," Mueller answered.
"Take a look," Adams said, pointing to the open window.
Mueller looked through the living room window and watched Kimberly doing her cartwheels. "Ain't exactly built," he said to Adams. "No tits."
"Yeah, but she has a real solid body," Adams pointed out "Not only that but being so small, you can bet she has one tight cunt."
"What about her folks?"
"I saw their car drive off more'n an hour ago. "C'mon, Larry, let's fuck her. Bet she could be a good, tight fuck."
"Mmmphhh!" Mueller grunted, which Adams took as an assent.
Adams climbed through the window first and by the time Kimberly was aware of them, he and Mueller were already standing inside the living room. The moment she saw them, Kimberly knew she was in for trouble.
Kimberly didn't bother telling them they had better get out before they got into trouble. It never occurred to her to try talking her way out She had been an athlete all her life, and she knew her only way out with these mean guys was to fight or run. She was not dumb enough to think she could take die two of them together-hell, even one would have been formidable. She had barely gotten away from Adams last year, when she'd had to climb that tree.
Her best chance, naked as she was, would be for her to get out of the house. Her nudity would certainly catch the eye of someone on the streets, who might help her or call the police.
Turning she ran for the front hall, hoping to get out the door before either of them reached her. But she misjudged their speed. She had no chance to even open the door. Before she could try, Adams had his back against it, and she could already feel Mueller wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. She kicked and struggled, once planting her bare foot against Jason's mouth, but she didn't do any damage.
Mueller carried her right into her parents' bedroom, saying, "This ought to be as good a place as any. All the windows are closed and locked, so she can scream all she wants and no one can hear her."
"What do you two want, anyway?" Kimberly asked indignantly, after Mueller had thrown her onto the bed.
"Your cunt," Mueller answered in an expressionless tone. "Honey, you're going to get fucked good and proper."
For the first time since being introduced to sex, Kimberly decided she didn't want anything to do with it. Fucking was a game she played with people she liked. Adams and Mueller were assholes. That, by itself, was enough to turn her off. This was one time she didn't want to play.
But even as she was shutting her mind to the idea, both boys were undressing, and she had a chance to look at their bodies. Both were uncircumcised, like Mickey. But considering how tall they were, and how heavily-built Mueller was, she felt on the verge of laughing when she saw their penises. Adams had the smaller of the two cocks. It was already rigid, and might have measured four and a half inches in length, while being slightly more than an inch in breadth. Mueller's cock was a half inch longer, and only a small fraction of an inch thicker.
Adams was ready to lean forward and grab her ass when Mueller slapped his hands and said, "I go first. You wait."
Mueller threw himself on the bed next to her, his hands reaching for her tiny tits, pressing his palms against her body, roughly massaging her small nipples. Kimberly didn't feel the least excited, and her only thought was how she might be able to get away from the two of them.
Twisting her body around, she tried kicking Mueller in his balls. He had his thighs shut and took her kick in his lower belly, laughing.
"You're a real hellcat, huh. Good! It'll make it all the more fun to take your cunt."
Mueller's hand reached out and cupped her chin. She tried biting him, but he squeezed her jaws and roughly yanked her face to his, saying, "I'm bigger than you, bitch, and I'm also stronger than you. I can cause you more damage than you can cause me. Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you good. We can do this easy, or we can dot it tough. Whether you come out of this with ail your teeth and no black eyes is up to you, but it is gonna happen. Got me?"
Kimberly stared into his icy grey eyes and knew that any additional struggling on her part would not only be futile, but could be extremely hazardous to her health.
"I'm not interested," she told him. "If either one of you gets caught, it's a rape charge, for sure."
"We're not going to get caught," Adams guffawed. "You ain't going to be dumb enough to tell the whole neighborhood. Just think how it'll look to everyone else. Everyone'll be laughing at your folks. Would you like that?"
"Shut up!" Mueller snapped at Adams. "Now, bitch, I'm in the mood to dick you, so suppose you lay back and spread those nice, tan little thighs, huh?"
"Are you crazy? I'm not going to just lie back and let you guys have whatever it is you want," Kimberly told them.
"Jason," Mueller said to Adams. "You hold the bitch while I fuck her."
Before Kimberly could effectively move, Adams had one arm wrapped around her arms, and another hand clamped over her mouth, even though she would never have screamed. His very touch made Kimberly tremble with revulsion. This was a nightmare. Who would believe something as delightful as fucking could be turned into an unwanted struggle? Kimberly felt her eyes bulging in her head as Adams's hand pressed all the more tightly against her mouth and his other arm squeezed her body. He was lying on the bed with his body off to the side, letting Mueller prop a pillow under her ass. She mumbled against the dirty hand touching her lips, and she realized, for the first time in her life, she wanted to scream, just like all the other girls would have done. Every now and again she struggled, but Adams had her tightly pinned.
She could feel Adams running his fingers against her skin. His slimy touch made her shiver. But there was something much worse than the mere touch of fingers waiting for her. Both men were staring at her, their beer-soaked brains even more irrational than they might otherwise be.
Mueller's hands were all over her body, tweaking her small nipples, rubbing her flat belly, and trying to pry her tan thighs apart.
"Y'know," he grunted to Adams, "this girl's got a nice build, considering. She'll get knocked up, and her tits will be really blossoming out. And I'll bet they'll be big tits, then. She's got good development around her chest. Those muscles are strong. It means her tits will stand up without a bra. That means a lot to a girl. Any chick with hangies doesn't look good."
Kimberly could feel Adams breathing on her neck, and her widened eyes stared from one to the other. For the first time in her life she felt completely helpless.
"Okay," Mueller told Adams. "I go first Then maybe we can take her together. It ought to be fun."
"Okay, okay," Kimberly murmured through his fingers when Adams loosened his grip on her mouth a little. "Just don't hurt me."
"No one'll hurt you," Mueller assured her while Adams fondled his still stiffening cock. "Bu face it, bitch. You're going to have both our cocks inside you."
"NO!" Kimberly snapped, and Adams shoved a clean pair of her mother's nylon panties into he mouth. He'd found them in a small laundry pile on the side of the bed. He used another pair of panties to tie the first pair in place, keeping Kimberly from spitting them out.
Mueller grabbed her by both shoulders brought her face up to his, and said, "Think how lucky you are, bitch. It ain't every girl gets the chance to be fucked by Larry Mueller."
He tossed her back on the bed, motioning to Adams to get out of the way. Kimberly felt her nostrils quiver. Neither one was too clean, and she could smell their rank odors, especially Adams. She shook her head from side to side, trying to drive the smell from her nostrils.
"Take it easy," Mueller told her, stroking he taut thighs. She could feel his solid, heavy body sliding between her legs, and her moan of fear and disgust was muffled through the panties as the hardness of his short, skinny penis touched the satin flesh of her inner thighs. He was already forcing his throbbing meat forward, and Kimberly was glad his penis was so short. It meant he wouldn't further stretch her tight, young pussy, so recently devirginized.
She felt him press his prick between the tight crevice of her ass, running it back and forth between her tender little cheeks. The pressure made her rotate her ass a bit. She might have hated Adams and Mueller, and she might even have been sick at the idea of being touched by them. But lying on her belly, not really being able to see them, all she could feel was a cock tickling her ass crack, and against her will she felt her own body beginning to warm up.
"Okay," Mueller said, in his emotionless voice. "Why not raise that sweet little ass of yours when I lift my weight up off your body? Remember, you do as I say and this'll all be over a lot faster and less painfully than it might be otherwise."
Kimberly realized what he was saying was true. The longer she struggled, the longer they would take with her, and the more uncomfortable she would be. Better to let them do what they wanted so they could leave quickly, and she could douche out whatever slime they would deposited. Her time would come-she'd get back at them, but good.
There was no way for her to keep her thighs together, even after his weight came off her, and slowly, reluctantly, she got to her knees, raising her pretty little buns into the air. Feeling the man's fingers touching her thighs made her want to scream, especially when he slapped her buns solidly a couple of times. He was hitting her somewhat harder than Martin Reyes had hit Elena, but he wasn't hurting her. He was only hurting her pride.
"That looks like it should be fun," Adams said.
"Go sit down," Mueller told him. "This ass is mine, for now."
Kimberly could feel her asscheeks begin burning. She knew they were bright red by now. The pain was no longer there. Her ass felt dull and deadened as Mueller continued slapping her.
"Raise that gorgeous ass a little higher," Mueller was saying.
As she complied, she felt his hands helping her a bit, rubbing into the cleft of her puffy cunt. More of her weight was thrown forward onto her shoulders and head. This was the most helpless position she had ever known. But she knew better than to think of resisting. Even with the panties out of her mouth, no one would have heard her if she'd yelled. Her parents' bedroom was pretty well soundproofed. But with that underwear jammed into her face, she was even more helpless. Not mat either one of them would have thought twice about hurting her when they weren't drinking, but now, drunk as they were, there was no way with which they could be reasoned.
She felt him on the bed moving closer to her again. With her head pressing into the pillow, she could look back between her thighs, seeing everything upside down, and she was able to see his chin. He was kneeling, looking at her blonde cunt. She could feel his eyes burning into her young asshole, and even saw his face completely when he lowered it enough to look at her hardening nipples. She could see his tongue lolling out, and knew he wouldn't be content until he'd ravaged her tender pussy with his skinny little whang. She only hoped he would get with it and get it over with....
"Hey, come on," Adams was saying. "Feed that meat to her. I want to fuck her, too."
Kimberly could see Larry Mueller had no intention of being hurried by Jason Adams. She could feel his heavy breathing on her back as his fingers played with her asscheeks, tugging on them. Then she felt a finger poke at her asshole, as if testing its resistance. And finally, he began playing with her twat lips.
Once again he seemed to straighten up and move forward, letting his hard cock run up and down her tight, anal crevice. She could feel his fingertips pressing into her asscheeks, pinching the soft, tan globular flesh. She could feel him trying to tug her asscheeks apart, pressing them around the pale red knob of his throbbing putz.
For some reason, she found her body automatically resisting his efforts to part her asscheeks. She knew it would be hopeless in the long run, yet she was unable to help herself. She couldn't stand his touching her. She expected he would slap her rear again at any moment, and it frightened her. But all he did was to continue tugging, insistently but not harshly as she might have expected, trying to tease her into opening her asscheeks. Time was on his side, and his caresses and gentle tuggings made her asscheeks open all the wider. Her flesh relaxed, and she expected to feel him ram his cock into her pussy at any second.
As her cheeks spread for him, she felt his hot breath touch them as he lowered his face to once again stare into the tight, wrinkled brownie of her small asshole. Its puckered opening seemed so delightfully clean and tasty, especially when matched against the pinkness of her girlish pussy slit. His breath was blowing against those pink labia as she felt him shift his gaze.
"Hey, let me get a gander," Jason Adams said, and tried peering between her thighs, as well. But Larry Mueller just shoved him aside.
Kimberly began calming down, somewhat. Heck, it wasn't as if she was the virgin they probably believed her to be. She wouldn't be losing her hymen to them, so in a way the joke was on them. Besides, if she closed her eyes, she could always pretend they were two others. Even the idea of being fucked by the two of them no longer seemed so horrible. A cock had no idea who was on the other end of it.
What really had her off-balance was the gentleness with which Mueller was treating her cunt. She had expected him to ram his prong into her girlish hole without waiting for it to juice up first. Although against her will, her cunt was now very wet.
Mueller's fingers were rubbing against her tender split. He was making her hotter and hotter.
This whole thing seemed to get dumber by the moment. Kimberly didn't want to be fucked by either of these two. But strong, natural physical sensations started building inside her, starting to quench her fear and revulsion, as she felt his breath continue to play heatedly against her soft labia. She could see his nose, literally sniffing at her tight cunt, inhaling her sweet, feminine fragrance in all its lovely nudity. He was inhaling her very essence, and little by little she was allowing herself to be lulled into completely relaxing.
A wet tickle at the base of her spine almost made her jump. It took all her will power not to straighten up. It began moving up her spinal column and she squirmed with a surprising delight, shivering ecstatically, realizing she was enjoying it. For some reason she could not comprehend, Larry Mueller was trying to make her enjoy it. Considering the callousness with which he treated Adams, she was surprised at his somewhat more gentle treatment of her. She could feel his slithery tongue moving up and back, moving a little at a time, causing wild, cold, sparkling shudders to run up and down her spinal column. Her entire self tingled with thrilling sensation, and more and more enjoyment was beginning to seep into her body. Even with these two buffoons in control, and a pair of panties stuffed into her mouth, she felt the odd thrills ladder their way up through her young body.
And then ... it stopped. And that was when Kimberly realized she really wanted him to continue. Damn him! Why had he stopped?
She realized just how crazy her inner emotions seemed. She was the captive of these vile muscleheads, both with relatively simple minds men with whom she would normally have nothing to do. Now here she was, hoping one of them would get back to work on her body with his mouth. It was almost as if she weren't present, but someone else watching the two men work a girl over.
Not that she thought of herself as too pure or too good. As far as she was concerned, sex had nothing to do with being good or bad. She had no idea other people would have considered her behavior promiscuous, but she'd done what felt right to her. And as long as no one else was hurt, it didn't even occur to her to think that she didn't even stop to think that she, herself, might be doing something wrong.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Mueller's mouth as his tingling tongue now traveled along one thigh, licking delectably, making her wriggle. Her eyes could see the moistness seeping slowly out of her sopping cunt and drenching her flesh. Inside, she could feel her feminine juices starting to boil. Hey, she thought. Am I crazy? I'm letting myself start to enjoy what these two morons are doing to me? Yet she didn't tug her thighs away from Mueller's lapping tongue. And then, just as she was about to get some kind of hold on herself, all was lost as he rolled his tongue into a half cylinder and stabbed it all the way into her juicing cunt.
The tongue felt cold and wet as it moved around inside the grilling heat of her flaming cunt. She felt the tongue lick the lubrication right off her cunt walls. His nose seemed to be pressing into her asshole, making her all the more aroused. Now his tongue was stabbing wildly into and out of her seething cunt. Then he shoved his mouth a little lower, pushed his tongue out a bit farther, and began slurping at her shivering clitoris.
Kimberly heard herself making involuntary sounds of delight, completely surrendering her feminine channel to the workings of Mueller's mouth. Every particle of her shivering self was madly reacting to the wild, permeating delights created by his licking lingual digit. It stabbed into her frothing sanctuary repeatedly, as if it were a hard cock. The more he licked, the more Kimberly realized there was no earthly way she could resist him. Wondering sensation followed maddening delight as his tongue slowly licked its way out of her seething twat and began moving up her perineum, into the crack between her rounded buttocks. Then she felt the tongue probe into her asshole, and she thought the sky had exploded. A trillion particles of dry-ice seemed to be shooting through her body every time his tongue pressed against her puckered anus.
He stopped his licking of her ass abruptly, then said aloud, "I'll take the gag out of your mouth if you promise not to make any noise. But if you put up any kind of fight, I just might be tempted to hurt you. Understand?"
Kimberly nodded, and Jason Adams walked over and untied the panties from around her mouth, pulling out the nylon pair he'd stuffed in. Her head still resting on the pillow, she felt Mueller press three fingers against her seething pussy. But she was so tight, only his middle finger slid in, despite her having become well oiled. Even so, her ooze was coming out, drenching all of Mueller's fingers.
"UNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped, feeling herself losing more and more of the little remaining control she had over her body. Now her mind was completely unaware of the existence of Jason Adams, although he was still standing near the bed. All she cared about was the way her tight labia clutched the one finger Mueller had been able to slam into her. He thrust it into her all the more insistently now, ramming it in deeper and harder, rubbing his other fingers against her tender cunt lips, building an external sensation by his touch.
"Good, good, goodddd!" was all she could say, before she realized she had even spoken. And she continued humping her body back against the thrusting fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey," Adams mumbled, "look at the way you got her going! Keep it moving, Larry!"
Kimberly humped herself back and forth, ramming her sweet cunt harder against the probing finger, and then she felt him finally slide another finger in. This made Kimberly gasp with delight, and she bucked all the faster. She could feel her tight, clutching pussy opening the littlest bit, as if begging him to insert that third finger. Then her body began to stiffen. She was on the edge of a climax now, and if he kept those fingers moving just a little longer, she'd come like crazy.
"No way," she heard Mueller mutter as he tugged his fingers from inside her. "This ain't the way for you to come, bitch. Hell! I didn't feel no cherry in there, which means you know all about coming, don't you. Well then, you're going to come with my hard cock buried inside you."
Anything, Kimberly thought, anxious for that orgasm, now. She wanted it so much, so desperately, she could almost taste the climax in her mouth. Yes, she wanted to feel his sticky seed flow into her. It felt nice when it was inside her.
He was still kneeling on the bed behind her, using his fist to bring the blunted head of his cock against her tight cunt. From the way he was moving, Kimberly could tell his balls were full of sperm waiting to be shot into her.
With the fingers of his other hand, he rubbed her pink slit, then pressed the lips apart with his thumb and forefinger while he used his other hand to bring his solid cock point against her pussy. He pushed, and his cock was so slender that the resistance was minor as it slowly eeled its way into her. But the moment it was inside, her vaginal muscles automatically took control, compressing tightly around the skinny wand until her walls fitted around it like a hot, sticky security blanket. She heard his gasping cry of delight, letting her know, for all his bravado, he wasn't nearly as experienced as he wanted her to believe.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, ramming his skinny prong as far into her sucking cunt as it would go.
"Good, Larry?" Adams asked.
"Yeahhhhhh," Mueller grunted.
"Ain't you glad I came up with this idea?"
"Urrrmmmphhh!" he replied, his ego being threatened. "Go sit down and shut up."
The ramming of Larry's hard cock all the way into her seething snatch once again made Kimberly realize just what was going on. Two smelly, dumb muscleheads were having their way with her, and the one working on her now was really making her enjoy it. She felt as if she would explode.
Had she been a crier, tears would have been in her eyes. Instead, she gasped with physical delight as the short, skinny penis continued working into her deep snatch, plunging harder into her foaming cunt, as if he hoped to fit more into her than he had.
"YEAHHHHHH!" Larry grunted again. "This is a nice cunt. Hey, what say you and I get together without this jerk sometime," Mueller said to Kimberly. "I mean, you got one tight pussy here, and it's really worth fucking."
His noisy approval of the tightness of her vagina seemed to echo throughout the room. Kimberly was tempted to tell him to go to hell, but then remembered she wanted revenge on the two of them, and the best way to do that would be to face them one at a time.
"S-ss-ssure!" she gasped, feeling her body react wildly to the stimulating thrusts of his penis. Her cunt walls squeezed it all the more tightly as he drove it into her again and again. He was slamming it into her with the force of a mad, rampaging bull. Her body responded equally to his every thrust, enhancing the pressure of his prong being driven into her. She could tell he was enjoying himself immensely, especially now that she'd consented to meeting him when Adams wasn't around.
Wow, it felt good, even if she didn't want it to do so. There was no way she could close her mind to what was happening to her, and the orgasm he'd begun with his fingers was building once again because of his solid cock. It was reaching into her, short as it was, and it was lancing fingers out to feel for her climax. It was as if his hard cock wanted to tug that orgasm right out of her.
And then, there it was, hitting her so hard she couldn't stop herself from wildly screaming "AYIIIEEE AAAHHH!"
Thrills shuddered madly through all her nerve-endings, and she found it was all stimulated even more by the knowledge that it was only lust, not honest emotion. She went crazy with ecstasy. Every remnant of self-reproach for enjoying these feelings disappeared as one tormenting orgasm followed another through her twitching body. And then she felt the tiny, puddling splashes of his hot semen splatter through her. This was nothing like the floods Winston had shot into her. This wasn't even half of what Winston had given her. It was more like a fiftieth.
"Haaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!" Mueller roared, bucking against her ass as he slammed her rounded cheeks each time he fired another load into her clutching cunt. He bucked and churned, shooting continually, and as Kimberly finally felt her own climaxes recede, she was thankful his cock had not been any smaller.
But it all wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Jason Adams had taken as much waiting as he could. Even as Larry Mueller continued pressing his deflating cock into her cunt, Adams moved closer to the bed, his even more minuscule cock waving in front of her eyes when she turned her head. Staring at the smelly little organ, she was ready to break up laughing when she heard Adams say, "She's going to suck my cock, Larry. You can stay where you are as long as you like, but I've waited long enough. If I hadn't shown her to you, you wouldn't even be enjoying yourself right now. So while you're emptying yourself into her tight cunt, I'm using her mouth."
Without waiting for Larry Mueller's okay, Adams sank his four-odd inches into Kimberly's open mouth as she gasped for air. She clamped her lips tightly shut, as if automatically reacting to the pressure of the penis in her mouth, against her tongue. Having had those undies jammed down her throat for so long, Kimberly had found it impossible to close her mouth until Adams had shoved his tiny cock inside. It rubbed against her flattened, defenseless tongue, sinking as far into the hot, wet cave of her tiny mouth as it would go. Her tongue just instinctively rose to lick against the throbbing underside as she tasted its tang.
It pressed against the back of her throat, but unlike Winston Washington's, it wasn't long enough to try prying her gullet open. She was thankful it was not a very large cock.
Kimberly despised Adams. Now that his skinny putz was in her mouth, she hated him even more. Shit-he was the one who had brought her to Larry Mueller's attention. She had heard him say it She was tempted to bite off his cock, but realized there would be a lot of trouble, if she did. If Mueller didn't hurt her, the police would come and ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. And no matter how innocent she seemed, the world would point to her as the girl who had bit off Jason Adams's stinking cock. No! Not her, not now. She'd wait here, but she'd get him, just like she intended getting Mueller. "Let's go," Adams's moronic voice insisted to her. "You just keep on sucking until you get all that tasty treat inside."
Adams was in even more heat having watched the way Mueller had fucked Kimberly. Now his hot staff was shuddering, primed to explode. Popping a wad in her mouth would ease the tension, but just like Mueller, he was anxious to get this little twat all by herself, one day. And he would, he would....
And then his floodgates suddenly opened, and he screamed aloud.
"OOOOOOOOHWOWWWWWWWWWW!" he screamed, as he shot his load into Kimberly's throat She swallowed automatically, noting it didn't taste bad despite the bad odor his body gave out. Adams gushed an even smaller load than had than Mueller, and when the two of them were finished, they wordlessly dressed and left without so much as a backward glance.