fingers and puddling on the cold tile floor. Of course, she was picturing a nice little sex scene to go with her physical masturbation…
'You fuck me good, bitch,' said Sharon's imaginary man, Gary, 'or so help me you'll never fuck again.' He pointed a gun at her and told her to lay down.
'You don't need that,' she said. 'I'll just do it. You don't need that thing to make me do it.' She laid down in the nude and spread her legs out. 'Come on,' she said, 'I want you to fuck me, Gary. It's not rape at all. I like a good hot pecker like yours. I want it in me. You don't have to worry about a thing. I just want you to fuck me good. I don't have to be raped. Put it in me nice and hard.' She reached down to play with his meaty hard-on.
'Wow,' he said, watching her fingers slide up and down on his joint, 'you sure do know your stuff, kid. If I'd known you could give that nice of a hand job, I'd have never jacked myself off before I got here? Ha, ha, ha! Ain't that a kick in the ass?'
'I don't mind if you want to kick me in the ass. In fact I'd kind of like it. Why don't you?' she suggested. She rolled into a fetal position. Gary stood up. He gave her a light kick with one foot — he was naked all over — and she complained: 'You're not trying hard enough. Really kick me good. Go on. Get me in the butt and in the ribs.' He reared back and kicked her hard. 'Oh, God,' she moaned, 'yes, harder. Beat me harder. Kick me. Fuck me. Hit me and beat me. Make it good And hard. Fuck me and kick me.' He pummeled her with his feet and she got hotter and hotter. Had he a whip with him, she'd have demanded that he apply it with force to her bare skin. 'I want you to screw me now,' she said. 'Come down here and stick that big slab of hot cock meat into my vagina and make me cum all over it. That's what I really want.'
He climbed down close to her, spread her legs and slapped his meat into her pie. He gave her the whole head and all of the shaft all at once. Lubrication was no problem at all. He went sliding into that clit ooze pot of hers like he was on roller skates. His joint went slamming into the back of her fleshy cave.
Long smooth wet interior muscles jammed down tight on his joint, rubbed his thick muscle and gave him one of the hottest feels he'd ever had. 'I like that, bitch,' he told her. 'Yer good, for a cunt, that is. Yer good.' He pounded his hammering meat in and out of her pie. He ate at her titties with his gobbling mouth, just to be sure that every portion of her body was properly rubbed and stimulated, and he continued to jack his joint in and out of her hole. He wasn't afraid to use his hand around the shaft of his muscle or around the back of her body, in her asshole, to make sure that she was getting the best feel possible, to make sure that he was getting the best lay possible. 'Mmmm, good,' they both hummed on separate occasions, 'not bad at all…' His hammering phallus went sliding in and out of he hot little twat hole. 'I love it,' she told him. 'I really do fucking love it.'
A moment later he extracted his rod from her wet pussy lips. He took her two smooth hips in his hands. He pressed on one side, lifted on the other, and over she went. 'Now wait a second,' she complained, 'I don't know if…'
But it was much too late for that. He had his cock sliding toward the highly desirable little brown hole. The spear head of his meat went jetting forward. Along the two cheeks it slid. He applied one hand to her left buttock and pulled. The ass flesh, pliant and smooth, folded out of the way. Her anus hole was left vulnerable and exposed. Into it he thrust his pecker. It took one long stab, one short. He lodged his meat firmly in her smooth anal muscle. The tube contracted involuntarily around his rod, squeezing and rubbing it up the ecstasy ladder. He lunged into her rump, his spearhead leading the way. He hit bowels and she let out a scream: 'You fucking mother fucker bastard anus loving ass hole. I'll kill you, geek-face. I'll fucking kill your balls next time I get a shot at them.'
He wrapped a hand tight around her waist. He slipped a finger into her pussy. She scrambled in front of her, looking for something, anything, to get a firm bold on. But there was nothing there, just the head of the bed. She reached out and took that. She grabbed it tight and her knuckles paled. She held on for dear life while Gary's hot hog went pounding, hammering in her anal tube. He filled up the thick smooth walled circle of flesh with hot penis meat. There was no room left in there for anything else. His big mushroom head enjoyed the tight squeezing that Sharon's neat little asshole was capable of doing. 'Oh, Jesus,' she grunted, 'I wish…'
'Make it good,' he mumbled, 'because I don't want to hear you wish for nothin' after this.' He shoved her down flat on the bed. Her fingers slid loose of the bedboard and down she went, titties and all. He pressed his stick all the way into her so that his groin went flat with her buttocks. The smooth tapered flesh of her anal entrance pressed around the root of his thickened muscle. 'Oh, God, oh Jesus, oh my fucking Lord,' wailed Sharon Pettibone, 'I just, I don't, I, oh, fuck, shit, piss…' She could feel the twisting pecker gyrating in her anus and it was driving her wild and crazy unleashing all sorts of passions in her rump which she'd never dared to imagine existed. 'Oh, fuck. Oh, shit! Piss! No! Stop! Please!'
But it was no good. There was no sense in it. Gary had her. He wasn't going to stop now, not after he'd placed his meat so deep inside her body, not after he'd penetrated her rear canal all the way down to the oily pit. There was no way he would stop. It would take animals with super strength to pull him away.
He slipped his finger up and down on her clit. He knew that if he could get her clitoris rolling and rubbed at the right pace she would melt and go easily with him the rest of the way. He wanted her to cum, too. Not that it really mattered all that much if the woman, Sharon Pettibone, got herself satisfied. That wasn't nearly so important, but he knew that it would be that much better a fucking for him if she were equally hot and lusty. He worked out on her clit meat. He rubbed it into a frothy later.
'Oh, God,' she moaned, 'I'm c-c-c-cum-ing! I'm cuming! Oh God fuck…'
Her asshole muscle started to squeeze on Gary's joint. She rolled her hips and her buttocks and her smooth interior muscles contracted right on cue. Gary gave way with a sensuous welp. He cried out: 'Fucking-A!' and then he let loose with his jism. He shot it all forward, into her bowel pit, filling her up, giving her a big, sticky puddle of hot juice to deal with. She loved that part of it, as did he, the throbbing, the orgasm, the squeezing, the climax, the ecstasy of cuming and shooting off that way. Then he pulled his meaty spent wand out of her tube and rolled off of her.
'Baby,' he said, 'I really do think you're a good fucking kid. You know that? You're alright.'
A moment later Sharon Pettibone was back in the reality of her parents' bathroom. She was still sitting on the tiled floor next to the back wall. She had plenty of juice dripping from her wet twat lips. She was hot and frustrated, and she was wondering what she was going to do to satisfy herself one last time. She couldn't live with the persistent itch that was crawling up and down inside her vagina. She needed something to get in there and scratch it, something to give her twat walls a good rubbing. She wanted, needed, had to have a real live cock muscle. She decided right then that come hell or high water she must go out into the real world fairly soon and find for herself a man, a man with a big boner and the will to satisfy. She knew that such a man must exist and that his penis rubbing inside her vagina would be the only thing that would make her truly sexually happy.
Chapter Six
But first, before Sharon would go out and find herself a real man, with a real cock, she wanted to make sure that she was ready. She knew she was ready, actually, but she wanted to make sure that she would be GOOD. She didn't want to get into bed with the guy and find out that he didn't like her because she didn't know what she was doing. She wanted to make sure that she was on an even keel with him, that he didn't know a hell of a lot more than she did about the real McCoy.
To do so, to inform herself, she made a quick stop at her local, neighborhood adult bookstore. She walked up and down the isles, wearing her shorts and her loose open blouse, looking for the right books, the right pictures which would inform her as to the way that real sex is made. She saw photos of young men sucking out the insides of lovely young girls and she felt her heart skip a beat just from the sight of the stuff. She saw pictures of women with their fingers up their pussies and she knew for sure that they were having just as good a time at it (even though they were in front of a camera) as she had when she was home masturbating. She saw men and women eating each other out and she knew that that was going to be one of the first things she did after she lost her virginity. Wow, she thought to herself, there certainly are a lot of things I'll be able to do once I start fucking my brains out!
