felt the gooey come smearing over the mouth of her cunt, coating her brown cunt fur with fat white droplets. She shook her head as Danny's mouth gaped open wide to capture the tip of her swaying left boob. The delightful contact of his tongue-tip with the swollen nipple sent a new joy lancing through her tit and touched off yet another orgasm in her cock-stuffed pussy.
'Oh! Yes?' she screamed lewdly.
Danny was surprised by the amount of come that surged up the passage of his prick to spray into the auburn-haired adolescent's cunt. Her tight little cunt just wouldn't let his cock stop coming! He sucked in a mouthful of succulent titflesh, feeling the smooth skin turn slippery with his saliva, and moaned at the way her oozing pussy clutched at his spewing cock.
At last the hot jism stored in his hairy balls had spent itself in Liz's cunt. Danny blinked as his prick continued to pulse with pleasure inside the wet-walled cunt.
'Oh, your cock feels so good in my pussy,' Liz moaned as her fingers massaged his biceps.
The last moments of his climax finished, Danny felt his monstrous prick begin to deflate in Liz's pussy. She felt his body relaxing from its frenzy of passion, and whimpered with disappointment. It seemed that her own orgasms – had only just began! A final squeeze of climax in her cunt pushed the now-limp prick free of her snatch in a spray of jism and pussy oils.
Danny let the tasty tit slip out of his mouth as his limp cock, reeking of come and cunt juice, fell across the fly of his pants. Liz's gaping pussy drooled cunt-juice and jism, then snapped shut. She sighed and let her ripe, round ass buns settle on the small man's thighs.
Gently he lifted her off of him. She put weight on her rubbery legs as he slid out from under his naked body, then let herself slump gratefully into the chair he'd vacated. The shiny leather felt strange, but delicious to her naked sweat-sheened skin.
Danny stretched himself like the cat he resembled. He stuffed his slippery cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. Then he strode behind his desk, pulled out a thick sheaf of bill, and peeled off several. He walked up the Reverend Rogers and tossed the money into his lap, which was tented by a painfully obvious bulge of stiff cock. The man had gotten excruciatingly horny, watching his niece fuck herself to frenzy on the little man's not-so- little cock!
With shaky fingers, Rogers counted the greenbacks he looked up with a frown. 'What's this? It's only eight hundred!'
Without changing his expression, Danny reached out and slapped him hard across the face. The tall man rubbed his stinging cheek and stared at the smaller man, uncomprehendingly.
'I shouldn't be giving you that much,' Danny said, his voice cracking like a whip. 'I would have been willing to give you even more than you asked for, if you'd told me straight off that the piece was still cherry.'
Rogers' jaw dropped. He blinked his watery blue eyes twice.
'You have any idea what a virgin is worth? By the time I found out what I had on my hands, it was too late,' Danny continued.
Rogers was shaking his head. 'But, I – but…'
'You've got your money,' Danny rapped. 'Now get out!'
Ponderously, Rogers rose to his feet. He averted his face from his niece, who lounged easily in the chair, her legs spread apart to bare her gaping pussy with deliberate lewdness. A trickle of jism ran from her cunt-gash and down her perineum to farm a white pearl on her asshole.
Her uncle walked heavily to the door. She saw the way his eyes kept flickering toward her. Her nakedness, displayed so casualty and so defiantly, drew his eyes like moths to a flame.
He reached for the doorknob, his hand unsteady.
'So long.' The small man's voice was soft, but its sound brought Rogers up short. 'I'll see you in church – Reverend?'
Rogers hunched his shoulders spastically, then sagged as if he'd just been shot. He dragged the door open and lurched out, slamming it shut behind him as if to shut off forever the well-appointed motel office. Even over the hum of the air conditioning the two could hear the scuffle of his leather-soled shoes as he hastily receded along the cement walk outside.
Danny turned to Liz with a lopsided smile of satisfaction. She returned his smile with one of her own – on that displayed every bit of lustful invitation her violated innocence could muster.
Danny's eyebrows rose appreciatively. 'I think you'll do.' He walked behind his big oak desk and picked up the phone. 'But I have to make sure of it.' He dialed a number.
Liz let her head roll back, and she sank into a sweet fog of sexual satisfaction. It had been so nice having her virgin pussy fucked full of real, live, rock-hard cock! The brief pain of having her cherry burst hadn't dampened her enjoyment in the least, as Danny's big bar of prickmeat had reamed out her untried pussy.
She lifted a slender hand and toyed with her pale boob. Instantly the fat nipple swelled into a ripe cherry, taut and round and exquisitely sensitive to erotic stimulation. She rolled the little nubbin of titflesh lazily between her thumb and fingertips and wondered at the ease with which she had slipped into a completely carnal mode of thinking.
Her sexuality had just been dormant, keeping that way by the heavy handed Puritanism of her uncle, though now she knew all too well what a sham that was. The questions her uncle had been asking the past couple of years, about what she did with boys – or let them do to her – suddenly made sense. The old hypocrite had probably been fantasizing about getting his cock stuffed up her tight little pussy since she'd moved in!
She was self-aware enough to know why she'd responded to Danny the way she had. Having her uncle there to watch had made all the difference! She'd had a chance to get back at him by fucking the daylights out of the small man while he watched – and she had, and she'd loved every minute of it!
Of course, the size of Danny's cock, and the eager, skillful way he'd fucked her pussy full of it, hadn't exactly made it hard for her to get off.
Her pussy had begun to water again. Vaguely aware that the man had spoken a few low words into the phone and replaced it in its cradle, she began to tickle the silt of her pussy with her fingertips.
'Mmmmm,' she hummed with satisfaction. The feathery touch of her fingers on her delicate pussy lips filled her cunt and her nubile young body with sensations she still couldn't quite identify. They tickled, and yet again they had a strange, demanding edge to them. She sensed the man standing over her and looked up at him hopefully. Her big eyes asked the question, flashing from his face to the crotch of his pants. Cunt juice gleamed on her fingers.
Danny grinned. 'Just lost your cherry and already hot to trot, huh?' he laughed and shook his head.
Statuesque Greta stood nearby, a black whip dangling limply from her hand. Her perfectly sculpted, high cheekboned face was as impassive as the man's. But the way her nipples jutted from the immense globes of her tits, barely constrained within a wispy blue halter top, betrayed that she was as turned on as he was. Liz tried to bring her hands up to shield her tits as the woman advanced a slow step, but her hands were tied behind her back.
'Get up,' the tall, browned beauty commanded.
Biting her lip, Liz shook her head. She scrunched down into the leather chair as far as she could, retreating instinctively from the awful threat of the whip.
It did her no good, of course. Greta brought the whip forward with a vicious wrist-flick. The underside of Liz's right jug stung to the impact of the braided leather thong.
Liz's whipped tits jiggled as she arched her back, her mouth open with a wild scream of pain. 'Aggh! No! God, my tits – they're on fire! You're cutting them to pieces!'
Not a flicker of emotion showed on Greta's stony but lovely face. She raised her arm and slashed the whip sideways across Liz's big boobs. The thin lash cut deeply into the front of the naked jugs, driving the nipples deep into the cushion of titflesh in a hideous flare of pain.
Liz threw herself out of the chair in a fit of agony. Her giant boobs pulsed with agony at the beat of her racing heart. Her uncle's beating with the belt had been a gentle, sweet caress compared to the painful touch of Greta's whip!
'Stop,' she moaned. 'I'll do anything you I won't ever try to run away! Oh, Danny, make them stop hurting me!'
She was huddled on the floor with her knees drawn up, her flushed cheek and abused tits pressed into the
