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The Family Bed



Chapter 1

It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted
for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas
vacation. Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that
the day had been so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the
lights in her classroom before the usual last minute gossip
wandered in, keeping her from leaving on time. It happened often
during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde
teacher didn't mind in the least, as she wasn't happy about going
home to an empty house. But this day she had good reason to get
home early, as she was expecting a phone call from her daughter.
Before the last of the lights were turned off, the young
teacher checked to be sure the list of instructions for the
janitor were firmly attached to the bulletin board. Everything
was in order, so she picked up her purse and coat, then walked to
the door. After looking back at the small room, she closed the
door and locked it from the outside. She glanced up and down the
familiar, but now unusually quiet, corridor, then walked briskly
out to her car, remembering that tomorrow she would be meeting her
daughter and son for a much needed holiday.
"Good grief!" she exclaimed out loud to scold herself for
having forgotten why she was in a hurry. Sheri was due to call in
half an hour, and Donna knew her daughter would worry if she
wasn't there to receive the call. Sheri had become so mature in
the past few months that it was almost frightening. In fact, when
both the c***dren had arrived home for a weekend last month, she
had been amazed at how grown up they had become since their last
visit. They seemed more worldly wise; a look about them that she
wasn't sure how to interpret, and in some ways, she had been even
more conscious of the changes in her son.
Kevin was no longer her little boy, but instead he was a
young man maturing rapidly. Yet there was still that special
gleam in his eyes that made her feel proud, and as always she had
a hard time keeping her emotions in check. He was her boy, and
she would always want to hold and squeeze him, maybe even more
than a mother should. In fact, she had even trembled when he had
walked into the house, greeting her with an innocent c***dish kiss
on the cheek.
Her immediate concern was for her daughter, however, as she
had never really taken the time to discuss the things a mother
should pass on to a daughter. After Sheri had announced that a
boyfriend was coming to visit them during Christmas vacation,
several times in the few days that followed that statement, Donna
had wanted to call her daughter and talk about it. Yet she
hadn't, and somehow she felt that Sheri was more aware of sexual
matters than she.
It took fifteen minutes to drive from the school to her
Pasadena home at a safe speed, and although she was in a hurry
that evening, Donna drove at her usual pace. She knew that she
would be there in plenty of time, yet she still felt apprehensive.
As always, there was that little nag, that tiny feeling of guilt.
It was her biggest regret in life that she didn't have more time
to be a mother to her c***dren, instead of their sole support.
Donna Howell, long ago, had decided that her c***dren should
have the best education possible within her means, and to her way
of thinking this meant private schools. Her decision, influenced
by the necessity to teach in order to support herself and her
c***dren, was also predicated on a belief that they would benefit
from the close ties and relationships of a private school that
would hopefully fill the gap left by her absence. This thinking,
however, was far from what either Kevin or Sheri really needed,
and while it was true that they both had developed intellectually,
physically and socially in the private school environment, there
was a glaring lack of parent-c***d love.
Donna Howell, in making her choice, had not only neglected
her own personal life, but had inadvertently alienated her son and
daughter from a family life of love and understanding they sorely
needed. Now that Sheri was in college, it only compounded Donna's
financial responsibilities, and on the rare occasions when they
were together, she found that the gulf between them had
perceptibly widened.
It had been Sheri who had first suggested the Christmas trip
to Yosemite, and when Donna had eagerly agreed to the reuniting of
the family, she had no way of knowing what had really precipitated
her daughter's motives. Nor at the time could she have imagined
what would actually happen--and happen in such a way that went far
beyond the bounds of family unity the young mother envisioned.
It was only on rare occasions like this that Donna Howell
questioned the way things went in her life, as she wholeheartedly
believed her main function as a parent was to do whatever was
required to provide for her c***dren, a belief fostered by the
problems she had had to face at a very young age. She had been
the only c***d of a policeman, her mother having died shortly
before Donna's tenth birthday, and although her father did
everything possible to create opportunities for her betterment,
she was left on her own shortly after she turned twenty when he
was slain trying to avert a bank robbery. Donna had been a junior
in college and dating Walter Howell at the time, but not until her
father's tragic death did she attach any significance to Walter's
romantic intentions. Shortly after graduation they were married
and Donna divided her time between teaching and making a home for
her husband, but with the birth of her daughter the following
year, all of her attention was required at home. A year after
Sheri was born they had their second c***d, Kevin, and Donna had
pretty well settled down to being a mother and housewife, a life
she was willing to accept. But then, when she was only twenty-
two, tragedy struck again--her husband was the innocent victim of
an automobile accident.
Donna, already twice hardened by fate, rebounded quickly from
the shock, knowing full well that she had two young c***dren to
support, and the only avenue open to her was teaching. During the
next few years, she had many male admirers, one of whom even asked
her to marry him, but she became completely absorbed in the task
of supporting her c***dren, and in the process neglected her own
personal life. She told herself that she would never marry again
and risk the chance of losing another husband, but the truth was
that although her short lived marriage had produced two offspring,
she had been young and naive and unable to cope with the sexual
requirements that went with it.
To her way of thinking, dating exposed her to risks that she
couldn't afford to take, especially if it meant taking her time
away from earning income for herself and the c***dren. Yet, her
startling good looks attracted many men, and she was constantly
put in the position of finding excuses to spurn offers of dates.
At first she used her c***dren as an excuse, but later, when they
were older and away at school, she fooled herself into believing
that male companions would only be after her small, but hard
earned savings. And, next to the c***dren, teaching was her life.
Yet there were times when she had feelings she didn't want to
recognize.
Late at night when she was lying in bed, unable to sleep,
tingling little flames of sexual desire would creep forth to dance
enticingly over her long-denied body; her loins would begin to
throb with a burning consciousness that dominated her mind, making
her want to touch herself everywhere, to be covered with the hard
muscular body of a man. Sometimes, in a dreamlike state, she
would answer the demanding fires, stroking and probing between her
thighs with hungrily searching fingers. But what always remained
was a constant gnawing hunger, a desire for a close, intimate
relationship, and she had to force herself to put it out of her
mind. The security that she had worked for so diligently, the
years of teaching, none of it was to be wasted away for some brief
moment of weakness. Over and over again, she told herself there
would be time for personal pleasures when her c***dren were
educated and grown to adults, able to stand on their own, and when
they were home from private school, and now college for Sheri, she
was constantly worried that she wouldn't have enough time to spend
with them.
Turning off the street to the long driveway that led to the
house, Donna slowed down, then finally stopped the car. She shut
off the engine and sat quite still for several minutes, realizing
that she had been day-dreaming, driving automatically. Of late,
when her thoughts had dwelt for too long on the opposite sex, she
discovered that a warm moisture quite unexpectedly dampened the
narrow crotchband of her panties, and as she got out of the car,
she found that such was the case now. Self-consciously she walked
up the path, her mind in search of the cause for the effect
between her thighs. This state of affairs--her reminiscings of
her long departed husband, her son, and her daughter's unseen,
undescribed boyfriend--perplexed her, but when she finally had the
front door open, the insistent ring of the telephone brought her
back to reality.
"Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear."
"You okay? You sound sort of funny."
"I ... I'm fine. Just a little tired. I was finishing up
some paper work at school and I just got home."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Everything's set here. Kevin will be here any
minute. He's going to spend the night here at the apartment, and
we'll be leaving about noon tomorrow. We'll meet you at the
Ahwahnee as planned. Okay?"
There was no answer for a minute.
"Mom?"
"... Sheri ... There's something I want to talk to you
about."
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"It's ... it's about ... Ward."
"Oh, mom! Don't be silly. He's really very nice. You'll
like him."
"I ..."
"We can talk about it tomorrow. I've got to go now. Kevin's
due any second. See you tomorrow. Bye."
The line clicked dead with finality, but Donna Howell held
the phone to her ear for several seconds longer. Finally, the
unspoken questions still choking in her throat, she replaced the
receiver in its cradle.
She stood quite still for a long minute, then finally with a
shrug, she headed for her bedroom and the unfinished packing.
Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow I've got to talk to her.

* * *

Kevin Howell gave the address to the taxi driver, then sank
gratefully into the security of the cab's seat cushions. He
looked upon the busy, late afternoon streets of San Diego with
apprehension, his thoughts of that day more than a little
bewildering; first the bus ride from Riverside that had seemed
unending, then the arrival in this strange city, and now the cab
ride itself.
At sixteen Kevin was nearing physical maturity, but having
lived a rather cloistered life, he was not fully prepared to cope
with adult decisions and adult anxieties in a suddenly adult
world. His six-foot frame, still youthfully slender, was the only
feature that did not bear a startling resemblance to his mother
and s*******n year old sister; a resemblance that bore very little
likeness to the man in the old and wrinkled photograph in his
wallet. In the past there had been many times when Kevin removed
that photograph and studied it intently, but of late this practice
had all but disappeared. It was the only picture he possessed of
a father he had never known, and along with the fragments of the
past passed on by his mother, it had ceased to hold much
sentimental value for him. Yet, he did not discard it. Nor did
he fail to inquire on the rare occasions his mother mentioned his
father. The fact that these occasions were rare was not a
deliberate attempt on Donna Howell's part to suppress any
knowledge about her long-dead husband, but stemmed more
realistically from the absence of Kevin and his sister Sheri from
their Pasadena home.
Kevin sat forward in the cab, his attention drawn suddenly to
row after row of carefully sculptured lawns lining the residential
street. At the last intersection the cab had swung onto a wide
palm-lined avenue, and Kevin deduced that his sister's apartment
building was only eight blocks away. The apprehension that had
been dogging him all day abated somewhat with the realization that
he would soon be there, and he began to take note of his
surroundings.
The neat houses, row upon row, and identical except for
color, appeared staid and lifeless, cold and unreal, colder even
than the towering palms rustling in the winter breeze. This
appearance reflected Kevin's own feelings. It seemed that of late
even his free time away from school was becoming routine, dull,
painfully boring. The activities that had once dominated his
thoughts, had somehow lost their importance. Sports, movies, card
games--all failed to fill the vacant hours with meaningful
pleasure. Life had suddenly seemed to have become useless c***d's
play.
He hadn't put it into conscious thought yet, but his boyhood
was steadily and surely slipping away; he was becoming a man.
Six blocks to go; his sister would be waiting. He knew, she
had told him so last night on the phone. But the apprehension
would not end there--that he also knew. Irrefutably. At the
apartment he would learn whether it was on or off. Sheri had
tricked him into it, and now there was no escape. Deep down,
though, he hoped it was on.
It had all started with his sister's k**ding, had built up
from there until there was no backing out, and he knew that he
would soon be faced with it. It--was to be his first real date
outside of the supervised dances at school, and he had pressed her
for details, but all she would tell him on the phone was that the
girl was "something else".
Four blocks to go. He wanted to lose his virginity, but such
a happening had seemed to be such an impossible task in the
restrictive private school environment that he found it hard to
believe it was really going to happen now. He was certain he'd
have been far more experienced with the opposite sex had he gone
to public schools, but then, that just hadn't been possible. His
mother had to devote too much time to supporting them, and he
understood that. It wasn't her fault that co-educational boarding
schools didn't exist.
Two blocks to go. As far as he was concerned, Sheri had it
made. She could just about have her pick from thousands of boys
at San Diego State and get laid anytime she wanted to. Hell, all
girls could probably get screwed if they went out with the right
guy, but his older sister was popular and sexy enough to have an
even larger choice. He didn't know how much experience she had,
maybe none, but he couldn't help feeling a bit envious of her
position at times. She seemed so wise and experienced, like a
free spirit able to get what she wanted, when she wanted, and he
wished he could feel that way too. Yet, it was because of this
feeling about her that he worried. He was constantly thinking she
might get into a situation she didn't want, and then not be able
to back away from it.
No blocks to go. He was paying the cab driver when the
clicking of high heels reached his ears, and he turned to watch
his sister coming quickly down the walk toward him. Even from a
distance she looked sharp, her long blonde hair flowing in the
breeze like a golden halo around her pretty face. She had become
a young woman in such a seemingly short time that every time he
saw her he was amazed. She was wearing a dress that accented her
figure, and he couldn't help wondering how she would look naked.
It was as if she was too sexy to believe; her breasts firm and
full, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and long
tapering legs, and her trim young buttocks--sexier than any young
girl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm ripe melons
waiting for someone to come along and squeeze them. He'd be happy
if his date looked half as good as his sister!
With a smile on her lips, Sheri watched her younger brother
approach. He was handsome, and even more than that, physically
appealing. Kevin had been the athletic type for some time, the
kind interested in sports and nothing more, but she noticed with
satisfaction that he was changing, and she liked what she saw.
His character and motion had mellowed into a smooth appearance,
and he exuded an intense physical sexuality that seemed to boil
from within.
"Hi, good looking!" she said fondly.
"Hi, Sis!" he responded casually. The tone would have hidden
his anxiety to anyone but her.
"Right on time I see," she said trying to look forlorn. She
wanted to keep him guessing for awhile.
"Yeah." He wanted to stay cool, but he was having a hard
time containing his disappointment. "You look nice ..."
"Thanks. So do you. How are you fixed for money?" she
questioned without explanation.
"I've got ten bucks left. You need it?" He started to reach
for his wallet.
"No," she answered, then dropped the subject. She looked
past Kevin and up the street. He turned to see what she was
looking at. "Ward's picking me up. He should be along soon," she
said looking back to her brother. His expression was strained,
and she couldn't go on torturing him any longer. She reached into
her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it to him.
"What's this for?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the money as
if it contained some mystery.
"You'll need it tonight ... for your date!" she smiled,
seeing his eyes widen.
"Oh ... thanks," he said, but his voice was strained, giving
away his excitement. He wanted to know more; what the girl was
like! "You ... ah ... sure you won't need this?" he asked,
indicating the money in his hand.
"Her name is Susan Hatton," she replied, shaking her head
negatively to answer his question. "You're taking her out to
dinner, so you'll need more than ten dollars!"
"Oh, great, swell! Susan Hatton, huh?" He wanted to come
right out and ask his sister if the girl was a willing type, but
he didn't have the nerve. He was excited enough just knowing that
the date was on, and he had a million other questions.
"It's quite simple," she said seeing that he was still
confused. "Susan is going to pick you up here ... She'll be
driving a white Cadillac. Anyway, I told her to meet you here at
five-thirty! She'll probably be late, so don't get antsy and
leave." There was a burning question in his mind, and she knew
it. But she was determined to leave it for him to ask.
So that was it. The girl, a big car, it was all perfect, and
he hoped he was ready for it. His s*******n year old sister was
far wiser and aware of such matters, and her reassurance would be
a big help. It was a question of time enough to discuss it, and
he looked at his watch, seeing it was five-fifteen.
"What time you expecting Ward?" he asked trying to sound
relaxed.
"He's late now." She waved one arm toward the apartment
building. "Sorry I don't have time to show you around. It's 8-
A."
"Great. It's okay." Kevin swallowed, then cleared his
throat. "I guess you've had a lot of experience these past few
months ..."
Sheri cut him off. "I'm still a virgin if that's what you
mean!" she said, and when he started to nod his head, she
continued. "But I don't intend to stay one much longer!"
He didn't know what to say then. He could only stare at his
pretty sister, wondering what came next.
"When I meet the right guy ... well, you don't have to look
so worried," she protested on seeing her brother's expression.
"Ward isn't the one! At least I don't think so ... I just don't
believe virginity is a prize I should cling to forever," she added
defensively.
He was impressed by her decisive attitude, and actually
surprised that she still was a virgin. Most important at that
moment, it gave him the opportunity he was looking for. "Is that
the way Susan Hatton thinks?" he said unable to disguise a
sheepish expression.
Sheri laughed out loud, realizing that he had succeeded in
getting to the point. "Maybe she doesn't have to worry about it
anymore," she said to stimulate his imagination. "You'll like her
well enough, I'm sure. Just let things happen as they will."
He wanted more details, but she spoke as if that was all she
would give him. Maybe knowing too much was bad, at least that was
what she seemed to be getting at. "I sure appreciate your fixing
me up this way ... if there ..."
"Just have a good time and get what you want!" she
interrupted hurriedly, and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
"I see Ward's car coming ... come on and I'll introduce you." She
walked to the curb pulling him with her.
Kevin looked up the street, and his eyes followed the
expensive sports car as it pulled up along side them. He was
impressed by the car alone, but the guy behind the wheel really
surprised him. He was sharply dressed, "suave" was the word that
came to his mind, but Kevin guessed the man had to be at least in
his middle thirties. Probably old enough to be his and Sheri's
father, he thought.
Sheri didn't wait for Ward to get out of the car, but opened
the passenger door and slipped onto the seat. "Ward Murdock ...
my little brother, Kevin!" she said motioning toward each.
Since there was no top on the car, Kevin reached out over his
sister's blonde head to shake the older man's hand. "Nice to meet
you."
"Your sister has talked about you so much, I feel like I
already know you," Ward answered the greeting, shaking the boy's
hand firmly.
He had a pleasant, sincere smile on his face, and Kevin
couldn't help but like the man immediately. "Well don't let me
hold you up. Thanks again Sheri!" he said giving his sister a
meaningful look.
"Just have a good time, little brother!"
"See you later." Ward said, and he started to pull away from
the curb.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kevin yelled after the
car, but he guessed they didn't hear him. He watched as the car
disappeared from view, his mind placing himself behind the wheel
of an expensive sports car. With a machine like that, he thought,
making out with chicks would be easy.
He moved back away from the curb after looking up and down
the street, but there was no sign of a Cadillac in either
direction. The idea of him being picked up by his date made him
feel a little self-conscious, but he knew that the chances of sexy
things happening were far greater in a car than walking. He
looked at his watch, and as there was still several minutes left
before Susan Hatton was due to meet him, he walked toward the
apartment building, wondering what she looked like. He reached
the apartment and, after quickly glancing at the furnishings,
moved to the front window with its view of the street. His gaze
followed the direction the sports car had taken and he wondered
how much longer his sister was going to remain a virgin. Not
long, he finally concluded. Not long at all, judging by the look
in Ward Murdock's eyes.
And not long for himself either--he hoped.



Chapter 2

"What is it your brother wouldn't do?" Ward had to raise his
voice above the noise of the freeway as he shifted into fourth
gear, the sports car running smoothly in the direction of his
apartment. He had carefully arranged everything before going to
get Sheri at her apartment, and he felt certain the steak dinner
and candlelight setting would provide just the right atmosphere
for an intimate seduction.
"He's young and adventuresome. Does that answer your
question?" Sheri was used to his attempts at guiding their
conversations toward sex, and she recognized the implications in
his question. Usually she squelched his efforts, though she did
enjoy discovering his different approaches. Dating him was like a
continuing lesson in the techniques of seducing a girl, and in
some ways she was proud of his failure to win her over. Yet he
never pushed, but instead was cool and mature, and she liked that
in him too. Though convinced she would never give in to his
advances, the young teenager also became more and more sure he was
the type of man she would eventually want to lose her virginity
to.
"Well, I hope you feel like an adventuresome dinner tonight,"
he said after a moment, "I'm going to treat you to the experience
of my own cooking ..."
Finally he's going to take me to his apartment, she thought.
Since they started dating, Sheri had been curious about how a
thirty three year old bachelor lived, and she wasn't at all
worried over the idea of being alone with him there. It was
simply another opportunity to learn more about him, and therefore
men in general.
"Do I have a guarantee that I won't have to do the dishes?"
she asked, her voice casual and undisturbed.
"Well ..." He acted like he was thinking about it, and he
was pleased that she had accepted his dinner plans so readily.
"Say yes or I'll refuse to eat!"
"I have a dishwasher ..."
"Male or female?"
"Female of course!"
"O.K. then," she said, and they both laughed. She felt it
was going to be an interesting evening, and she relaxed, letting
the wind blow her long blonde hair as the car sped down the
highway.
It seemed only a few minutes before Ward was pulling up in
front of a large apartment house, and she was impressed at how
luxurious the building appeared. They got out of the car, and he
led her through the archway into a garden courtyard. It was
nicely landscaped, and in the middle was an inviting looking and
lighted swimming pool. They walked past the pool to the rear of
the building, and after climbing a short curving stairway, stood
before a single door. Sheri turned around to look out over the
courtyard, and she noted that the building was arranged in such a
way as to give the illusion that each apartment was separate. She
guessed the rent had to be high, and after being ushered inside
the apartment, she knew her judgment was correct.
Off to the right of a large entry hall was a spacious living
room like she had never seen before in her life. The lush
carpeting was almost pure white, and it all seemed to focus on a
sunken area in front of a huge stone fireplace. In the center was
a low, black table, and it was surrounded by large colorful
pillows. The table was already set for a candlelight dinner, and
it looked so cozy, she was ready to start eating right then.
Walking through an arched passageway, they were in a kitchen
completely equipped with all the modern conveniences, and Ward
slipped off his jacket, dr****g it over a chair. "This is where
the magic begins," he said as he pulled up his sleeves to get
ready to work.
But certainly not where it ends, she thought, wondering where
his bedroom was. She figured it had to be on the opposite side of
the entry hall, a distance that would give time for second
thoughts in a heated situation, so she guessed he would make his
play on the large pillows and plush carpet. Now that she was
there in his apartment, she wasn't sure if she would refuse him or
not?
"Are you going to do all the cooking?" she asked, noticing
the makings of a dinner spread out on a counter.
"Absolutely ... been doing it for years," he answered with a
wink. "But first we can have a couple of martinis. There's a
limit of two, because I have an excellent wine to go with the
steaks."
Sheri liked the way he treated her when it came to drinking
liquor, and she knew that he thought her older than s*******n. In
the beginning, he had believed her to be a young student teacher
at the college, and she never bothered to correct his notion. She
felt he might be reluctant to take her places she wanted to go if
he knew her to be u******e, and she was fortunate to look mature
enough to avoid questions from bartenders. She had considered
telling him her true age on several occasions, but her real
reluctance was a fear that he would just stop taking her out.
Since he had never tried to ply her with drinks, she didn't see
any reason to destroy the good times she had, nor the chance to
get away from schoolwork at every possible opportunity. She had a
good thing going with no obligations, and she was glad to keep it
going as long as she could.
Ward made her take her second martini into the living room as
he busied himself with the final preparations for the gourmet
dinner. He had music playing on the stereo, and Sheri was glad to
make herself comfortable by the table in the sunken area. The
large pillows were soft, and as she lay back luxuriously against
one, she couldn't help feeling excited. Her first martini had
made her feel a warm sensation flowing through her body, and the
second one seemed to amplify it tenfold. She seemed to be more
aware of her whole body than she had ever been in her life, and
the contact with her surroundings was very pleasant. Then the
thought occurred to her that she was alone in that alien
environment with a man, and there was nothing she could think of
to convince herself to say no to him when the proper time came.
She had taken the last sip of her martini when Ward entered
the room carrying a large tray, and when she started to jump up to
help him with the food, she felt like her blood had suddenly
rushed to her head. She had to sit back again to shake the
dizziness away, and she was pleased to discover that he hadn't
noticed her slightly tipsy condition.
"Sit back and relax. It's prepared to perfection, so we'd
better eat it right away," he said as he stepped down into the
sunken area with her and placed the tray on the low table.
Sheri was embarrassed by the way such a small amount of
liquor had affected her, and she felt she should hide it from him.
Seeing the food reminded her that she had skipped lunch that
afternoon, and two martinis on an empty stomach had obviously been
too much. But the food looked good, and she felt terrifically
hungry. Eating, she figured, would help curb the effect of the
liquor.
"I have to admit, it certainly does look good," she said
seriously, and it tasted good too. With candles on the table
glowing with a softly dancing light, they both sat on the pillows
eating the rare steak and drinking a good red wine. It didn't
dampen Sheri's mood in the least, but rather her reverie increased
with each passing moment until she felt herself floating with
excited anticipation. It was an uncommon sensation of tantalizing
warmth that took control of her mind and body, and when they had
finished eating the meal, it seemed perfectly natural for Ward to
move slowly in her direction, his mouth moist and slightly open as
it met with her lips.
Like a continuing gesture of unique indulgence, the kiss
thrilled her to the very depths of her aroused young body. He
drove his tongue deep between her parted lips, and she sucked on
it as her nerves tingled with growing excitement. In her pulse-
quickened state, the dinner had been like foreplay to an
extraordinary seduction. The factors behind her stimulation were
not important to her at the moment, but instead she knew that she
was ready right then and there to resign her body, her virginity,
to the older man kissing her so passionately.
In the open space in front of the fireplace, Ward turned her
body against his, no longer willing to contain the urgency of his
desire. He had set the stage for the seduction of this voluptuous
young woman, and now his penis was throbbing with lust. Still
kissing her deeply, he moved his hand down over the smooth curve
of her buttocks, and pressing hard against the firmly rounded
cheeks, he ground his rigid shaft against the softness of her
thighs. Her fresh young female scent, her figure, everything
about her was sexually exciting, and he was determined to have her
sensual young body squirming under him in passion once and for
all. Sliding his hand lower, he pushed his fingers in toward the
narrow hidden space up between her thighs as his lust-engorged
cock throbbed with tremendous pressure.
"Darling," she said, twisting away from his kiss. She put
her mouth close to his ear, her warm breath stimulating him even
more as she spoke. "Wait, darling, please! I ... I want ..." Her
belly was burning with a passion that grew more intense from
thinking about what she had to say. She knew resisting was
hopeless, as her own mind and body wanted sexual fulfillment now
more completely than ever before. "Undress me, darling!" she
exclaimed, partly surprising even herself. "I want to be
completely naked when you do it to me."
His blood-filled cock jerked as her words came hotly into his
ear, a clear and concise indication of her acquiescence. She
wanted to be naked! Moving his head back, he looked directly into
her liquid eyes, but she only looked down, almost shyly, he
thought. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to
reconsider, so he raised up on his knees, turning her so that he
could loosen the zipper running down the back of her dress.
It seemed only right to remain somewhat proper, even after
having requested to be stripped of her clothes, so she couldn't
look into his eyes. She wanted him to make love to her, to have
him gently caress her naked young body, kiss her lovingly from
head to toe until finally her virginity would melt away in heated
passion. But, he didn't know that she was a virgin, and she
wasn't sure she wanted him to know about it either. Being
s*******n and still totally inexperienced in sex was almost
shameful these days.
After numerous rejections, Sheri's sudden willingness was
hard for Ward Murdock to believe. It was as if she had become a
different person, but one that was very obviously ready and able
to be fucked. It seemed apparently that the dinner and drinks had
worked in compounding her true emotions and making her finally
ready to be taken by him. He was so anxious for it, that he
didn't really care what the reason behind it all was.
Reaching out hurriedly, the suave older man pulled the zipper
of her dress down toward her narrow waist. His hard, pulsing cock
was ready to burst with the intense excitement of finally
conquering her previously reluctant young body. The idea of
shoving his cock up into the soft wet folds of her hair-lined
vagina was more arousing under the circumstances than would
normally be the case, and his lust-tightened balls pounded with
unbearable pressure from his churning sperm. In one swift
movement, he unhooked the back of her brassiere, then pushed both
dress and brassiere forward leaving her naked to the waist. She
shyly bent her head down as he turned her, the golden strands of
her hair cascading down over her shoulders so that the taut pink
tips of her full, firmly set breasts were just peaking out from
behind her silken curls, and he knew then that he would have to
hurry or he wouldn't last a minute.
The inexperienced young teenager was suddenly aware of a
desperate kind of energy from the older man, as his hands seemed
to move over her body with vibrating quickness. Yet, for the
moment she was more concerned with her vulnerable nakedness, and
she looked at his face for an indication of his approval. He bent
forward suddenly, and she caught her breath as his mouth closed
wetly over the bud-like tip of her naked breast. His arms held
her pressed tightly to him as his tongue rolled around and around
the pinkly puckered flesh of her hardened nipple, and his teeth
nipped at the sensitive tip, sending thrilling little surges of
pleasure through her tense young body. She was totally absorbed
by the lewd sensations, hardly aware of his fingers working their
way teasingly into the tight elastic waistband of her white nylon
panties.
"Ooooohh, darling ... we ... I ... Ohhhh!"
The thirty-three year old businessman was only sampling what
he had wanted and waited for for so long, so very long, and the
tenderness of her soft young flesh in his mouth was as bittersweet
as the first taste of unrequited desire. Too often he had been
held off by this voluptuous young blonde, and now with her half-
naked body in his grasp, he was not to be denied anything. He
wanted all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-engorged cock
deep into her smooth, trembling little belly until she begged and
pleaded for his heated sperm to gush out and fill her seething
vagina with its milk-white thickness.
Lifting Sheri up with one arm, he pushed her dress down from
her flaring hips, trying in the same motion to remove the lacy
material of her panties. Her dress dropped at her feet, but her
panties remained half-on, the tight waistband clinging to her firm
full thighs just inches below the lightly curling little hairs of
her blonde pubic triangle. He didn't bother with her panties
then, but pressed her tantalizing nakedness back down on two of
the large pillows, positioning her so that her buttocks were
raised up and her long, well-tapered legs sloped upward like an
easily climbed hill.
The sudden and unexpected manner in which she was placed on
the pillows frightened the teenage girl, and her natural instinct
to protect herself took hold of her mind. It was too sudden, too
real, and she felt terribly open and vulnerable with her panties
pulled half-way down her thighs. Her position was humiliating,
not romantic as she had expected, and she wanted to object, to let
her boyfriend know that she felt wronged.
"Please, Ward ... be gentle ... not like this ... please!"
Sheri cried as his mouth on her breast suddenly seemed like it was
sucking the inside out of it, his teeth nipping hotly at her
nipples and leaving tiny impressions like a lewd physical symbol
of his lust. She was pinned helplessly beneath his strong
muscular body, the pillows beneath her making any movement
difficult, and she couldn't twist out from under him as he locked
one knee between her whitely trembling thighs. Slowly and surely
her girlish fantasies were crumbling down around her, and the
final blow to all of her dreams of the first time with a man came
with the ripping sound of her white lace panties being torn away
from her now totally naked body.
Ward could hear her cries of protest, but his passion was
unleashed, refusing to give heed to anything but complete
possession of her vibrant young body. She had teased him on other
dates, acting coy and innocent, and continually putting off his
advances. He had let her play her game, but now that she had
committed herself, he was going to show her what fucking was all
about. He wasn't interested in preliminaries or c***dish
rhetoric, and he was intent on making up the lost time from their
other dates.
Running his hand up between the soft inner flesh of her
quivering thighs, he felt the silken curls of her pubic hair, and
he squirmed his fingers slowly into the soft warm folds of her
pussy, searching for the tiny clenched opening nestling in
between. The heated young cuntal flesh was already moist, in
spite of Sheri's terror, and he parted the narrow, hair-fringed
slit with his middle finger, working it relentlessly toward the
sensitive little opening to her cunt with experienced skill.
A state of hopeless confusion engulfed the teenager's mind as
she felt his fingers working their way relentlessly into her naked
vagina. She tried to clamp her legs together, wanting nothing
else but to close off any access to her trembling virginity, but
he had her legs held wide apart. Her efforts were futile as she
felt her defenseless young pussy being ravaged as his fingers
probed hotly into the thin, hair-lined cuntal lips, seeking like
tiny insects the virginally hidden passage to her womb. Even when
his fingers brushed across her pulsing clitoris, still hardened
from her previous anticipation, her fear outweighed the bolt of
electric-like pleasure. This wasn't the way she wanted her first
sexual experience! She wanted to reach the sexual heights that
she had imagined so many times in recent years, heights that her
own fingers had failed to bring her when she had played with
herself, but her older boyfriend's aggressive method was not what
she had planned for, not the way she wanted her deflowering to be.
"Oooohhh ... noooo! Pleaseee, darling!" She moaned when
Ward's middle finger wormed hungrily into the tender flesh around
the opening of her tight moist cunt. She wanted to tell him she
was a virgin in hopes of making him understand her cries, but the
words caught in her throat as she felt his fingers searching
spider-like up between her legs.
Sheri was every bit the sensual woman Ward Murdock had
expected to find, and just the sight of her nakedly curved young
body made his blood race with lust. Her cunt was tight,
virginally tight, and he worked his finger in between the soft,
hair-covered lips, worming it up inside the warm fleshy passage in
a hurried attempt to prepare it for his waiting cock. Her moans
went unnoticed in his frenzy, and he drove his finger in and out
of the tightly restricting passage with savage thrusts. Her
efforts to hold her legs together were thwarted by his knees
placed firmly on the carpet between her thighs, and he stayed bent
over her body, his mouth kissing and nipping voraciously at her
throbbing young breasts.
Yet, in spite of his unthinking assault upon her naked flesh,
the blonde teenager still felt the lewdly rising thrill of
seduction swirling through her loins as his middle finger
slithered full length up into the tight wet passage of her cunt.
It was his abrupt manner that bothered her, but despite her shame
and humiliation, she felt the familiar tingle of excitement from
her aching clitoris. Her virginal pussy was becoming moist with
her own secretions, and she tried to focus her attention on the
erotically growing sensations from his obscene finger-fucking, but
before she could firmly grasp the lewd feeling, he pulled his hand
from between her open thighs.
She knew that he was frantically groping with his pants, and
the thought of what he was preparing to do excited her in spite of
his rough, almost uncaring treatment of her. A shiver ran the
entire length of her spine when he crawled up between her
widespread thighs, his arms placed firmly on her shoulders to pin
her back against the pillow. She saw the blazing lust in his eyes
then, and she looked away only to see his turgid penis standing
out huge and menacing from the tangled growth of hair covering his
loins. It was pointing directly at the sparsely curling triangle
of her own pubic hair, throbbing and jerking like a hungry a****l
about to devour its prey, making Sheri shake uncontrollably with
fear.
"Wait ... pleaseee, Ward ... I'm a virgin ... a virgin!" she
cried, the words finally finding their way out of her throat.
Yet, they seemed to fall on deaf ears as her thirty-three year old
bachelor stared down between their poised bodies, not lifting his
eyes to meet her pleading gaze. It was apparent that he wasn't
listening, and she prepared herself for the worst. She felt
certain that his thickly distended penis would split her in two,
and the thought made her anxiously examine its throbbing length.
The tip was thick and purple, a rubbery-like head that seemed to
bulge with his frenzy. She could clearly see the long shaft lined
with a network of blood-filled veins which pounded with his
heartbeat, and the entire lust-engorged shaft protruded like a
huge sawed-off telephone pole from the tight tangle of black pubic
hair at its base. The heavy, sperm-filled sacs holding his balls
below were drawn up tightly between his thighs, and she knew the
semen within was stirring hotly, anxious for release. As much as
the sight frightened her, the young blonde suddenly had visions of
the huge cock spurting out its white-hot cum from the dilated tip,
and she couldn't help wondering how it would feel erupting and
spewing out its liquid deep inside her naked belly.
Feasting his eyes upon her openly spread vagina, Ward felt
like cumming all over her milk-white body, and drenching her white
sensuous little belly and pussy hair with his sperm. She seemed
helpless and pure, unlike any other girl he'd had before, and he
hesitated to take in a moment longer the sight of her tight young
pussy nestled so warmly up between her long trembling legs. The
silky, pale-colored pubic hair lining the narrow pink slit of her
cunt was like cornsilk and where it parted around the tight,
mouth-like opening, there were tiny droplets of moisture clinging
to the curling strands. The fleshy outer-lips looked absolutely
untouched, like a brand new glove made for his cock alone, and he
knew it was ready and waiting now to absorb up inside the
throbbing length of his penis, and hold it there until it had
sucked and milked all of the eagerly waiting semen from his cum-
filled balls. He had to fuck her, and right away!
Shifting his weight to one side, he reached down with his
free hand and grasped his long hard cock, moving his hips forward
until the smooth, rubbery flesh of the tip made light contact with
the soft-fleshed warmth of her seeping cunt. With her pelvis
slightly elevated by the pillow beneath her buttocks, he was able
to work with ease, and using the lust-hardened cock-head like a
wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit, parting the
thin fleshy lips that hid the tiny opening to her virginal little
belly. She moaned when he brushed the tip of it across her
pulsating clitoris, and he teased over it several times until he
couldn't wait to fuck her any longer. With his blood-filled cock
positioned right at the opening of her cuntal passage, he raised
himself higher over her spread-eagled young body to ready himself
for the thrust of his lust-hardened cock quickly and deeply up
inside her defenseless belly.
The flanges of her virgin pussy were parted outward, the soft
hair-lined cuntal lips spread open and wrapped tightly around the
huge bulbous head of his cock, poised and ready to drive far up
inside her helpless body, tearing her well-protected young
virginity into useless shreds as it passed. She cried for mercy,
but the words only echoed in her head, unable to get out past her
choked-up throat. She wanted to plead with him to have mercy,
that he was much too big for her, and she knew that all the
excitement and anticipation she had felt would be destroyed by a
flesh-tearing lunge into her unyielding little vagina. The
pressure against the tightly clenched little opening became
greater and greater, and she was sure the huge rod of flesh could
never fit inside her. It just couldn't. Not without killing her!
"Noooooooo! Pleaseeee! Ooohh!"
Her cringing little cuntal mouth was like a tight elastic
band that refused to give way under his insistent force, and he
continued pushing his hips forward with all his strength. His
aching cock was ramrod hard and stiff, and the thrill of finally
having it pressing nakedly against her seething pussy-lips made
his penis swell even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her
legs wider apart, Ward gave a heavy shove forward, and the huge
rubbery head of his cock popped suddenly up inside her
excruciatingly stretched cunt.
"Aaaaagghhhh!" she screamed as a great flashing pain seared
through her captive loins, and her vagina was stretched wide to
take the giant head of his lust-hardened penis inside. She felt
like she was being impaled by a red-hot poker iron, and this was
just the tip of his cock! She couldn't imagine how it could hurt
more when the rest of his pulsing hardness was pushed up into her
belly. Desperately she tried to squirm her naked body out from
under him, but to no avail. She was held too securely by his arms
and legs, and looking down over the tops of her full round
breasts, she could see that only an inch of his blood-engorged
cock had penetrated her impossibly stretched vagina. Her
situation was hopeless.
The tightly clasping flesh around the head of his blood-
filled penis served only to excite Ward more. He had to have his
cock buried all the way up inside her moist young cunt before he
jetted his impatiently churning sperm right then and there. He
was aware that she was fighting him, her narrow unstretched vagina
not yet adjusted to his massive thickness, but he couldn't keep
himself in control any longer and only shoved deeper into her
hotly squirming body.
"Ooooohhhh! Aaagghh! Nnnoo!" It was terrible, worse than
Sheri had imagined it could possibly be, and she sank her teeth
into her lower lip to stem the pain. He was like a maniac in his
lust, and she thought he would kill her without ever knowing he
was doing so. Worse than the pain was his apparent lack of
concern for her feelings, and she felt humiliated and shamed for
having led him on earlier. But when he shoved forward again,
sinking his heavily throbbing cock in another few inches, the pain
in her vagina was gone. The hurt that remained was in her mind,
an accumulation of the suddenness of his approach and methods with
her body, and for the young teenager, the last vestiges of her
dreams about virginity lost, shattered with undignified force.
The warm glove-like feeling of her tightly clinging cunt
around his pounding cock-flesh was sending such wild tremors of
enjoyment to Ward's brain, that he knew he would have to do
something quickly or he would cum at any second. Only a few
inches of his swollen, raging cock remained outside the helplessly
clasping mouth of her wide-split pussy, and he shoved hard forward
with all his strength to sink the full length of it to its maximum
depth up between her trembling legs. The lust-bloated cock-head
ploughed up into the warm moist passage, parting the futilely
resisting cuntal flesh like a massive pile-driver racing out of
control.
"Uuugghh! Aaaaagghh!" Sheri didn't know what hit her, the
suddenness of his penetration catching her unprepared. She felt
as though the handle end of a baseball bat had been plunged up
into her naked belly, and the surprise of being so suddenly filled
by his mammoth penis made her tense up in a desperate effort to
stop the final debasement of her body. She felt the hard rubbery
tip of his cock pressing into her cervix deep inside, and she
raised herself slightly on the floor cushions to look down between
their lewdly joined bodies. His dark pubic hair was tangled with
the lighter hair covering her wide-splayed vagina, and it
staggered her imagination to think that his huge cock was now sunk
all the way inside her no-longer-virginal belly!
Ward was almost beside himself. The fact of finally having
his cock sunk deep in her snooty little belly was overwhelming,
but the older man fought off his desire to cum, flexing the huge
bulging head deep inside her quaking belly in an attempt to ward
off the growing urgency of completion. She moaned as it stretched
her wider still, her eyes dazed and unseeing from his cruel
assault, but he couldn't wait. He wanted to fuck her for all she
was worth, and immediately!
Pulling his hips back slowly, Ward withdrew his lengthy
hardness from the depths of her constricted cuntal passage until
only the thick, lust-swollen tip remained inside, and then with
smoothly accelerating speed, he plunged heavily back into the
warmth of her newly deflowered pussy.
"Oooohhh ... Pleeeeease! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The young blonde
teenager chanted her displeasure to no avail as he began to fuck
unmercifully up between her open thighs with long hard strokes.
Sheri was feeling nothing but shame and frustration, unable
to understand why her boyfriend was acting so cruel and selfish,
and the thought dominated her mind to such a degree, she didn't
notice the reigniting sexual flame in the pit of her cock-filled
belly.
The tight wet walls of her cunt seemed to flower open and
then wrap warmly back around his hard driving cock as he shoved
his hips forward in a powerful upward thrust. He was fucking her
as hard and as fast as he was able, anxious to make up for all the
frustrating nights he had longed to do it to her. Each deep,
swift plunge of his lust-hardened penis was like a blow that
released his pent-up emotions, and the strain of having to act
like the perfect gentlemen all those times before now, was eased.
It was as though he was finally completing an act that had started
weeks in the past, and he was furious in his efforts to make up
for lost time.
Sheri was squealing and squirming about beneath her boy-friend
with each shattering lunge of his pistoning cock, and he gazed
down hungrily over her writhing young body as he fucked his way in
and out of her upturned pussy-flesh. Her thighs were pressing
hard against his hips, making it more difficult for him to fuck
her as fast as he wanted to, but there was little resistance as
his cunt-moistened cock sluiced wetly in and out of her wide-
splayed vaginal depths. The outer ring of glistening pink cuntal
flesh seemed to flow inward with his rigidly sinking penis, and
then it would roll back out as he withdrew again. Her tight
little hair-lined slit was clasping around his inflexible cock so
hard that he felt as though he could actually feel the blood
swirling around deep inside it. His semen-filled balls swung
freely below, slamming against the widespread crevice of her
buttocks with a loud wet smacking noise, as her full, sensuously
formed young breasts quivered and jerked on her chest from the
impact of his lunge.
Her long blonde hair was spilled out all around on the
carpet, twisting and tangling as she rolled her head from side to
side. Her eyes were staring blankly upward, but her tongue was
flashing out through her full red lips like a tiny pink phallus.
Aroused by the sight of her moistly flicking tongue, the older
bachelor pushed his hand beneath the rounded cheeks of her
buttocks to lift her loins up higher to his vicious thrusts.
The incessant pounding in her ravaged young vagina was like
thunder reverberating through her entire body, and she wanted to
cry from the confusing emotions that darted through her mind. She
couldn't let herself enjoy it even if she wanted to, because that
would be like showing Ward that she approved of his violent
methods. The inexperienced young teenager didn't want to believe
that was the way sex was performed, so she tried to shut out the
lewdly building little fires in her belly, a self protest to the
way she was being treated.
Yet, she had to lift her head again to look down between her
thighs at the huge, wetly glistening cock sliding in and out of
her widespread vagina. It was angry red and slick with her cuntal
secretions as it pulled out from between her milk-white thighs,
and when it plunged into her belly again, she could feel his
swollen testicles smack into her buttocks a moment before his
unyielding cock hit the end of her ravaged young pussy. He fucked
into her now with such savage force, she felt it like a shock wave
pulsing through her entire body, and her firm young breasts
quivered and danced lewdly from the force. Sheri thought she knew
how a common whore must feel, used for sheer sexual gratification
and nothing more. Her own no-longer-innocent cunt was now being
fucked as though it were nestled there between her legs for Ward
Murdock's lust alone.
But in spite of his savage attack on her naked body, the
absence of any response was beginning to bother the older man, and
he wanted to bring at least some sign of pleasure from the
subjugated young girl beneath him. Her buttocks felt warm and
soft cupped in his hands, and he could imagine the look of the
tiny anal orifice tucked between her ass-cheeks, like another
mouth just below the tight fleshy warmth of her cunt. Extending
his middle finger, he pushed it in between her buttocks and
touched the hairless valley that led to her tiny puckered anus.
Running the tip of his finger along the heated crevice, he felt
certain that this one final action would get her to respond the
way he wanted. The moment his finger made contact with the
rubbery flesh of the nether opening, he pushed hard against it,
causing her to moan in surprise. The elastic-like ring of warm
anal flesh seemed to loosen and tighten as he pistoned his blood-
engorged cock in and out of her clasping cunt, and twisted his
fingertip around inside the tightly clenched lips of her anal
passage.
"Ooooohhhhh! Uuuuugggghhh! Oooohhhh!" she groaned from the
sensation of his unnatural probing at her defenseless anus. It
seemed like she was again about to feel the pain of virgin entry
as he worked his finger around and around inside the tiny orifice,
but at the same time she was oddly stimulated by the notion of his
violating her back there too.
"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped when he suddenly shoved his middle
finger hard into the tightly resisting passageway, sinking it in
to the first knuckle and feeling it held there by the warmth of
her rectum. He could feel the hardness of his cock grinding in
and out of her cuntal passage, through the thin membrane
separating the two channels, and he probed deeper, driving his
middle finger into the rubbery depths of her rectum to the second
knuckle.
"OOOO ... uuuuuuggggghhh! Oooohhh!!" She reacted to the
initial pain of his foreign entry, but there was something new,
something almost masochistic in the pleasure that poured through
her lewdly pinioned body. Her total mind and body were bombarded
with the wild sensations of this new erotic experience, and the
blonde teenager grunted softly and ground her buttocks back down
onto his finger without actually being conscious of it. He
accommodated her growing desire by worming his finger upward
between her widespread buttocks until his palm was pressing tight
against the nakedly quivering ass cheeks. Immediately, he began
to slither his finger in and out of her clutching anal passage, in
time to the intense motion of his pistoning cock in her now
hungrily squeezing cunt, and she squirmed on the pillows beneath
him, her anguish suddenly taking second place to the sensual
delight filling her trembling belly. He was debasing her, using
her, as if she were willing to do anything he wanted her to do,
but the hard, long thrusts into her ravished young vagina were
forcing her, in spite of her hesitation, to fuck back violently
beneath the older man.
An unexplainable transformation in thinking suddenly engulfed
the young girl's mind, as if she were oddly tuned in on the
correct wavelength of her sexuality, startlingly aware of her body
for the first time. She had known the pain of being so lewdly
double-fucked, and now she wanted to know the heights of that
pleasure too. The fire in her belly seemed to pulsate through
every level of her dually impaled flesh as it became more and more
intense. Sheri thought she could sense her swollen clitoris
beating like a snare drum roll as its signals of lewdly spiraling
desire danced electrically over every nerve in her lusting young
body, and she knew that it was only going to get better and
better. There was no question in her mind but that she was
approaching an orgasm, and almost wantonly, she began fucking her
hips up and down at his deeply embedded penis and finger in the
frenzied rhythms that her thirty-three year old boyfriend had
instigated in her seething cunt and anus.
"Aaaaaahhhh ... oohhhh ... yyeesssss!" She mewled like a
lust-crazed she-devil, crying her newly discovered ecstasy to the
mindless room. She was more now than just the hot, sensual young
woman the bachelor had expected to find, her response to his
fucking growing as though it were all that mattered in the world.
The warm rubbery flesh of her rectum seemed to pull and suck at
his skewering finger, wanting it deeper and deeper up inside her
as he drove it through the tight, greedy grasp of her tiny anus.
Her whole body was coming to life, her buttocks grinding smoothly
under the long hard plunges of his throbbing cock, raising up to
swallow hungrily his deepest drives, then gripping his hips
between her straining thighs as if not wanting him to pull out of
her again. She raised her legs up, opening her thighs even wider
to his thrusts, and she arched her nakedly grinding hips up to
meet him, writhing and twisting around the lust-knotted rod of
flesh shoved to the furthest reaches of her wildly churning cunt.
"Ooooohhh, Godddd! Yessssss!"
He couldn't stop himself. Sheri looked and felt so
explosively sensual as she moaned and squirmed passionately
beneath him, his desire-bloated balls could no longer hold back
the insistent pressure of his sperm. Then, like a boiler about to
explode, the white hot cum began its wild dash toward the blood-
filled head of his swollen penis. Slamming his hips forward to
completely bury his bursting cock inside her fiery young belly, he
arched his back and threw his head up as the first gratifying
surge of his climax shot deep into her hungrily clasping cunt. He
couldn't stop it, and his penis swelled to massive proportions as
it fired out the raging semen with wild staccato jerks.
"Oooohhh ... ohhhhh! Goddddd! I'm cummmmiinnnngggg!" The
young teenager twisted violently on the pillows beneath her body
as she felt the blast of searing male cum splash into the wildly
spasming depths of her cunt. Her mind swam with a thousand lewd
images as she kicked her legs out wide and ground her lust-heated
young vaginal passage up hard against his loins, her belly seeming
to explode in violent answer to his hotly spewing sperm. The
wickedly forbidden feeling of his middle finger buried deep in her
burning rectum seemed only to intensify everything she felt, and
she wanted it all, again