Chapter 1
Sandy perched at the edge of her bed, watch-ing herself in the door mirror as she masturbated. Even with her legs spread as wide as they'd go, the mirror was large enough to cap-ture every bit of her naked body, from the tips of her pink toes, to the wet gash of her crotch, to the top of her golden-blonde head. As she plunged the white, plastic vibrator in and out of her contracting cunt, she panted and grunted, giving herself seductive, leering expressions in the mirror. Her pussyjuice dripped from the sliding vibrator-dildo, and the scent of teenage pussy saturated the air of the tiny bedroom.
"Feels so fucking good!" she muttered, listening to the squishing noises the dildo made inside her and to its purring hum. "Oooh fuck!"
Vibrations filled her cunt and asshole. The tips of her toes tingled and she curled them against the bare wood floor. She pulled the dildo out of herself and rubbed it over her tits and nipples, smearing her titflesh with pussycream and sending such electric vibrations through her sensitive nipples that she nearly screamed. "Yes!" she gasped. "Oh wow!"
At that moment, a roar of laughter came from the living room, as if her dad and the half -dozen gross men playing poker with him had heard her and were making fun of her. Their stinking cigar smoke came under her locked bedroom door and made her sick to her stomach. She felt like going out there and showing them her voluptuous young body, then scratching their eyes out if any of them so much as smiled at her suggestively.
She rammed the dildo back up her pulsing crotch, burying it to the hilt, nearly losing it inside herself. She used both hands to fuck herself with the dildo, and as she rammed, her tits wobbled heavily. She was a slender teenager, petite, with a tiny waist, but her tits were as large and fully developed as the tits of any mature woman, and right now they were swollen even larger than usual.
I'm a bitch, she thought to herself. A real hot bitch. There's not a man in the world who wouldn't sell his soul to fuck me.
The sight of her beautifully tanned, golden- brown body turned even her on. She shook her head so some of her blonde hair would swing in front over her shoulders and dangle over her creamy-white, silky-soft tits. Some hair fell in her brown eyes, giving her a teasing, seductive look as she peered from behind it. Her hair tickled her very large, very bumpy nipples, send-ing delicious thrills through her tits and down to her throbbing cunt. She plunged the dildo, rubbing her ass against the bed, bringing her legs together from time to time and squeezing the sliding vibrator tight between her thighs and cuntlips.
It was hard to believe the vibrator she was using had belonged to her mother. Sandy had discovered it among the personal items her mother had left behind. She wondered if her mother had ever sat naked like this in front of a mirror and fucked herself with the device. She found it hard to imagine.
It was really kind of sick to imagine your own mother abusing herself with a dildo, but then, her mother had owned the vibrator, hadn't she, and she had done other things that had shocked Sandy-like disappearing six months ago with every cent of the family savings, leaving a nasty note behind for Sandy and her dad.
Dad had nearly gone berserk, not only because Mom had left him., but mainly because she'd run off with all his money. He kept mumbling about hiring a private detective to track her down, but he no longer had the money for hiring private detectives. Lately though, he was less concerned about the money he'd lost and more concerned about the pussy he'd lost.
Although Mom had been a real bitch about letting Dad have a piece of her ass, always making him beg and bribe her before she'd spread her legs for him, she evidently had been a good lay and had kept him satisfied enough to keep him from climbing the walls, and now that she wasn't around at all, Dad was climbing the walls. Sandy had started sleeping with her bedroom door locked at night, for fear that one night she'd wake up with her dad's stinking cock sliding in her pussy.
That'll be the day! Sandy thought, ramming herself with the dildo so-fast that her eyes crossed from the sensation. She'd kill the smelly old goat before she let him stick his filthy prick inside her. She enjoyed teasing him incessantly with her nubile young body, but she would rather die first than let him touch her. Unlike Mom, who used to tease him to get what she wanted out of him before paying him off with her body, Sandy would tease him and tease him, but no matter what he bought her or how much he flattered her, teasing was all he was ever going to get out of her.
"You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you, Daddy!" Sandy muttered. "Too bad you can't see me now, Daddy, you'd split a blood vessel in your brain! And so would all your stupid poker buddies!"
She imagined the men in the living room sud-denly able to see her through her closed bedroom door, and she lay back on the mat-tress and kicked her legs up in the air, pretend-ing to display herself to them. Pussycream oozed from her cunt and leaked down her asscrack like hot oil as she fucked her seething cunt. She pointed her toes and wiggled her ass, imagining the men falling out of their chairs and their eyes popping out as they watched her.
"You'd all love to fuck me, wouldn't you, you dirty old goats. Oh you sure would!" Although she spoke out loud, she knew the men couldn't hear her. They were all bellowing like bulls and guffawing like hyenas, and they were all plastered. They kept slamming their cards down on the table as if they wanted to pound it into the floor.
"Sandy!" her dad yelled, and Sandy's heart stopped. "Girl, get out here!"
All the men laughed. Sandy caught her breath.
"Go to hell!" she muttered as her shock at being called passed away. She had no intention of responding to the drunken bum. She pressed the humming vibrator to her clit as she resumed sliding the smooth plastic cylinder in and out of her pussyhole.
"Girl!" her dad yelled again. "Sandy, you hear me?"
Sandy ignored him. Closing her eyes, closing out the sounds coming from the living room, concentrating only on her pleasure, she fucked herself. Her hips rose again and again to meet the plunging of the dildo. She gasped as the hard tip of the vibrator touched the mouth of her womb. She twisted the dildo as she rammed it, wiggling her ass to increase the screwing sensa-tion. Her toes worked wildly and her cunt con-tracted to the rhythm of her fucking.
"Ohhh yesss!" she moaned, the hot juices bubbling out of her and running down her asscrack. "Ooooh, I'm gonna come!"
Her orgasm began simultaneously in her clit and in the pit of her cunt. Her cuntal canal went into spasms. The spasms swept through her asshole and loins. Her tits swelled even larger and her nipples nearly split open. The fuck sen-sations spread to every part of her body, mak-ing her toes curl and her eyes roll. Grinding the vibrating dildo inside herself, she churned her ass in circles and fucked her cunt on the smooth, plastic cylinder. She had to bite her lips to keep from moaning so loud that the men in the living-room would hear her.
Her orgasm subsided, her head cleared, and she became aware of her dad shouting at her again.
"Girl, if you don't get out here, I'm gonna whip your ass!"
The men laughed disgustingly, telling him to go ahead and whip her pretty ass now.
If he ever lays a hand on me I'll kill him, Sandy swore. He wouldn't dare touch her! Nevertheless, she rolled nervously off the bed and hid the dildo in her dresser, then dressed quickly. As much as she was confident she could take care of herself, she didn't trust her dad when he was drunk. What if he broke down the door or something and all the men saw her naked on the bed with the vibrator shoved up her cunt? She'd never live down the embarrass-ment of it.
"Sandy, baby, get your pretty little ass out here now!" her dad shouted. "I ain't telling you again!"
Dressed in the halter of her string bikini and in a tight pair of shorts that were almost as scanty as bikini panties, Sandy took a deep breath, put on the smile of a beauty contest win-ner, and pulled open the door. As she wiggled out into the smoke-filled living room, the cigars nearly fell out of the men's mouths. Cards fell to the table, forgotten.
"Did you call me, Daddy?" Sandy asked. "Anything I can do for you?" She held her tits high, giving the gaping men a good look at them. Eat your hearts out, you slobs, she was thinking.
"There's something you can do for me, honey," said one of the men.
"Me too," another said.
"Quiet down," her dad told them.
Sandy stood as close to the table as she dared, just out of reach of the men. She could tell they were all ready to shoot off in their pants -including her dad.
Her dad cleared his throat. "We ran outa beer, sweetheart. How about you running out for some more?"
He pulled car keys and money out of his pocket and held them out to her.
"But, Daddy, what about-"
"I already called Charlie down at the liquor store," her dad said. "He's expecting you." "I don't know, Daddy-"
"Get going, girl, we're thirsty men."
"I'll go along with her," said one of the men. "So will I," said another.
"No thanks," Sandy said. She grabbed the keys and the money and was out the front door before anybody could say another word. She heard the men laughing as she slipped into the front seat of her dad's car.
She parked behind the liquor store, as she always did when she made pickups for her dad, and she rang the bell at the delivery entrance. She winced, dancing from foot to foot as the sun-baked asphalt seared her bare soles. It was late afternoon, but the Florida sun was still high and making the pavement sizzle.
The delivery door opened and Charlie poked his head out. As usual, he was leering. "Come on in, baby."
Charlie was a former high school fullback. Now in his mid-twenties, he was starting to develop a beer belly. His dad owned the liquor store and Charlie managed it. He had a clerk working out front for him this afternoon, he informed Sandy, much to her irritation. She knew now that he had time free to try to get into her shorts. She hated having to fight him off every time she picked up beer or liquor for her dad.
"Where's the case?" she said, stepping into the back storeroom.
Charlie bolted the door.
"Right there." He nudged the case with his foot. "But don't be in such a hurry. Let's have a beer ourselves."
"I'm supposed to get back. They're waiting for the beer."
"You'll get back soon enough," Charlie said. He popped the tabs off two cans of beer and shoved one can at Sandy. "Here. It's good and cold."
Sandy took the can. As much as she disliked Charlie, she never turned down a beer. "Have a seat," he said.
She sat on some stacked-up beer cases and Charlie sat down next to her. He draped his arm around her shoulders.
"If you don't mind!" she said, shrugging off his arm.
Charlie laughed. "You're a real cock tease, you know that, baby? A real bitch."
"Of course," Sandy said. She gulped down the cold, bitter-tasting beer. It didn't take her long to finish off the can. She smacked her lips and licked beer foam off them.
"Have another one," Charlie said. "No thanks. I'm driving, ya know."
"I'll drive you. Then I'll catch a cab back. How about that?" he said.
"No thanks." She started to get up, but Charlie's arm went around her again. This time he pulled her against him.
"Hey, hands off!" she said.
"I ain't gonna hurt you, bitch. I just wanna feel you up a little."
"Let me go or I'll scream!"
Charlie dropped his beer can and clapped his hand over her mouth. "Be nice," he said. "You've been driving me nuts ever since you started coming here making pickups for your old man. I just wanna feel you up a little. That's all. Give me a kiss, huh?"
He hugged her tighter, pulled his hand off her mouth, and covered her mouth with his own. As she struggled, he shoved his tongue down her throat. She sagged, then chomped down viciously on his tongue. Instantly, she tasted blood.
Charlie's eyes flashed with pain. He crushed her against him until her ribs were ready to break, and she was forced to stop biting his tongue. His blood trickled from the corners of her mouth as he pulled his tongue out of it. "Fucking shark!" he blubbered. "Let me go, you-"
Charlie jammed his fist in her mouth. As blood and spit trickled from his own mouth, he dragged her to the darkest, most secluded cor-ner of the storeroom.
Sandy fought him, but it was hopeless. He was over six feet tall, close to two hundred pounds, and despite his beer belly, he'd retained the muscular strength of a tough fullback. He stuffed a wadded-up rag in her mouth, then gagged her with another strip of cloth. He rip-ped the bikini halter off her and bound her wrists together with rough twine, then yanked her arms high over her head and tied her wrists to the metal frame of the wall shelving. She hung by her arms, only her toes on the floor. Charlie pulled off her shorts.
She stared down at him, whimpering into her gag, shaking like a vibrating dildo. This can't be happening! she told herself. She cringed as Charlie pulled off his own clothes and displayed his raging-hard cock.
Bloody spit drooled from the corners of his mouth, but he appeared oblivious to it. He looked crazed as he looked her naked body up and down. His cock pointed up at her, sweaty and oozing lube. It looked hard as a rhino's tusk and as big as one. Charlie dropped to a squat in front of her, growling like a dog as he shoved his face between her legs.
Sandy arched her back, writhing as Charlie bit into her clit, as his hot tongue slithered up and down between her cuntlips. His tongue was still bleeding, and his blood, mixed with spit and pussyjuice, trickled down her legs. As she watched his greasy black head twisting between her legs and the bloody fluids trickling down her thighs, she had the feeling she was being eaten alive. She tried to clamp her legs together, but Charlie grabbed her thighs and forced her legs up and apart. His hands slid up under her knees and he stretched her legs apart until she winced from the pain.
She was wide-open now, and completely help-less. The twine cut into her wrists as she struggled, and Charlie's hard nose ground between her pussylips. As he sucked and chewed her open cunt, he fucked her with his nose. Her pussycream, mixed with his blood and spit, ran down his chin and neck. He rammed his tongue up her cunt, and she felt electricity zap her all the way to her toes.
She gnawed on the dirty rag in her mouth, her eyes rolling, her toes clutching air as Charlie's fat tongue fucked in and out of her. His front teeth grated against her clit, driving her out of her mind. As his tongue twisted inside her, licking her out deep, her muffled squeals into the gag sounded like squeaks.
Charlie pulled his face away. He leered up at her with yellow, bloodied teeth. "I got you now, bitch, don't I? I been crazy for a taste of your itchy teen twat ever since the day I first laid eyes on you. And you know what? You taste even better than I thought."
With a dog-like growl, he plunged his face back between her legs, sucking fiercely, licking deep, gnawing and moaning. As he ate her out, his cock throbbed upright between his legs, fucklube bubbling out of it with each pulsation. Because his hands were busy holding up and spreading Sandy's legs, he couldn't touch it. Sandy's tits rose and fell as she panted, jiggled as she twisted and squirmed. The ordeal of hanging by her wrists and being tortured by Charlie's burning mouth made her break out in a sweat. Sweat trickled from her shaved arm-pits. Sweat misted her forehead and a single droplet of sweat trickled down the bridge of her nose. The sensations shooting through her body from being sucked and licked so rapidly and hard and deep made her want to scream. She was almost glad for the gag in her mouth, which she chewed on to take some of the knife-edge off the sensations torturing her.
Charlie sucked rhythmically, swallowing her tart fuckjuices. He licked out every fluffy, siz-zling fold and crevice that he could reach in her cuntal canal. He gnawed her clit, sending needles of fuck-itch shooting through her loins. And as he ate her, he growled like a hungry car-nivore. Suddenly, Sandy arched her back hard, curled her toes, and started to shudder. As the orgasmic spasms ripped through her body, her eyes rolled back to white slits and she whined with the intense orgasmic ecstasy only a teenage girl can feel.
"Mmmmn!" Charlie guzzled her juices like a wino who hadn't had a drink in days. As her cuntflesh quivered and contracted in his mouth, he chewed into the spongy, sizzling fuckmeat with his electric teeth. His tongue twisted deep in her contracting fuckhole.
Sandy almost blacked out. She forgot com-pletely where she was and let herself go. Her body writhed and jerked, the fuck sensation pulsed through her, and she floated on clouds, delirious and wracked with pleasure until her spasms gradually petered out. She slumped back, exhausted, aware again of the ropes cut-ting into her wrists, of her numb arms, of her helplessness.
Keeping her legs forced up and apart, Charlie stood up. He looked like a cannibal with the blood trickling out of his mouth and down his neck. His eyes were glazed over and crazed. He started to lick the sweat off Sandy's flanks, off her armpits. He licked her tits, sucked her nip-ples. Sandy's exhausted cunt contracted pain-fully. He chewed her nipples until she screamed into her gag.
"Like that, huh?" he said, leering at her. "So do I. Your tits taste like candy. I thing I might keep you tied up back here from now on, so I can eat you and suck you and fuck you when-ever I want. How about it, would you like that, bitch?"
Sandy panicked. Her eyes got crazy and she started to struggle. It was just what Charlie wanted to see. He watched her helpless strug-gling with mounting lust.
"Just what I thought, you'd love it," he said. He licked her face, slobbering bloody spit on her nose and cheeks. He rubbed his cock against her, getting her belly sticky with his fucklube.
His cock felt as big as a billyclub to Sandy and as hot as an iron, and she knew without a doubt that he was going to stick it up her cunt. As he kissed her, she was glad for the gag in her mouth. The thought of choking on his tongue again made her sick to the stomach. She knew if he tried to French kiss her again, she'd bite his tongue completely off this time.
"You feel so fucking soft," Charlie said, rub-bing his hairy body against her belly and tits. "Like hot silk. I bet you feel even softer and hotter inside."
He shoved his cock between her legs, rubbing it up and down her greasy, burning cunt. As he worked the shaft between her cuntlips, rubbing it against her clit, she squirmed, feeling fuck-itch all the way to her toes. He positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her fuckhole and slowly worked his cock up into her. Her toes curled hard as her cunt was stretched. His cock was bigger than the cocks of the teenage boys she was used to fucking.
"Aw yeah!" he said, grinding his cock inside her. He was buried in her to the hilt, his black groin-hair rubbing her blonde pussy-hair. As he fucked her, he pressed hard against her, trying to fuse his body with hers. "You got a pussy like a volcano, bitch! Mmmmm, I could fuck you for ten years!"
Sandy held her breath as he slid his greasy cock in and out of her. She winced each time he plunged it. She'd fucked scores of cocks, but she didn't think she'd ever fucked one this long, or this thick. The fat heat of it popped in and out of the mouth of her womb. She gasped into the gag with each grinding thrust, her eyes gaping.
"You like that, huh? Oooh yeah, I like that too! I like that feeling a hell of a lot!" His breathing became heavier and he sweat harder.
Sandy could feel his heart slamming against her tits as he rubbed his chest against her. Sandy closed her eyes. She tried to give the appearance of relaxation, even boredom or sleep, but the tight fists she made of her hands and the rhythmic clutching of her toes showed Charlie she was wide awake and feeling every jab of his steel-hard cock. She hung there helplessly as he raped her, his cock plunging faster and faster in her juicy cunt, his hands stretching her legs so far apart that she feared she'd split in half.
"Ohhh yeahhh!" the brute kept growling. "Feels so fucking good!"
He watched her face for telltale signs of pain and pleasure as he rubbed against her and fucked his cock inside her. Hot juices dribbled from her reamed-out fuckhole, slick female juices that ran like warm spit over his nuts.
Sandy's tits heaved. Despite her attempt to show sleep or boredom or disinterest, she couldn't stop the sensation and excitement from pulsating through her loins. As Charlie's cock plunged in her deeper and harder and faster, her ass started to wiggle and her loins to hump. Against her will, she began to fuck Charlie as vigorously as he was fucking her. Her eyes rolled with the pleasure she was feeling. If she hadn't been gagged, she would have begged Charlie to fuck her faster, deeper.
"Hot fucking bitch! Yeahhhh!" Charlie mut-tered through clenched teeth as he plowed Sandy's hard-gripping cunt. He let go of her legs so he could crush her in a bearhug, and Sandy's legs wrapped around his waist.
Kissing her, licking her, biting her, Charlie humped like a bull, grinding his cock in her seething pussy as he crushed her in an embrace that nearly broke her ribs. He thrust violently, driving his cock deep into Sandy's womb, mak-ing her shiver with alternate chills and hot-flashes. Her pussyjuice drenched his flapping, hugely swollen balls. Her nipples ground into his chest like red-hot fingertips. Her body trembled as her cunt tightened and the orgasmic waves threatened to break inside her.
"Uhhhhh!" Charlie exploded into her. Grunting like a wild bull, he pounded his flex-ing cock in her cunt, pelting her cuntal walls with his sizzling cum, shooting spunk right up into her womb. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure stormed through him. "Ahhhhh!"
Sandy started to fuck and shudder. As the man's fuckcream splashed in her pussy, her own spasms exploded inside her like fireworks. She arched her back and thrust her loins, grinding her cunt on Charlie's hard-flexing prick. She crushed him between her legs, gnawing her gag and twisting her head from side to side as she spasmed with him again and again. She was in heaven. She wanted the feelings to last forever.
Charlie fucked her until he'd squeezed out every drop of his jizz. She was still grunting with her last spasms as he twisted out from between her legs and hauled his spent fucker from her sucking twat. Her legs fell until her toes touched the floor, and her arms were nearly wrenched from her shoulder sockets. The pain of hang-ing freely again sent a few extra orgasmic waves through her loins, and she clamped her thighs together, humping until she'd milked out all her pleasure.
Charlie dressed himself, then cut Sandy down. As she lay naked on the concrete, moan-ing with the pain in her shoulders, he cut the ropes off her wrists and the gag off her head. He pulled the dirty rag out of her mouth.
"I'm crazy about you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Charlie laughed. As Sandy struggled to sit up and get dressed, he loaded the beer into the trunk of her dad's car.