girl wanted to cry. But she feared the slightest move would somehow cause an injury to herself.
'Uh!' she gasped.
And what was happening to her body? Oh, God, why was it reacting in this obscene, perverted way? Again, her mind flashed back to her mother. The moment Tommy moved the round file up to her pussy, she felt the tiny muscles guarding her cuntmouth tensing, relaxing, then tightening once more, making her pussy tremble. It opened and closed in uncontrollable spasms as the file's edge traced the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. Sharon felt so vulnerable, so open to pain. She sucked in her lower lip and chewed down until she tasted blood as she twisted her face into a mask of intense concentration.
'Nice, eh, baby? Oh, shit yeah, real nice. Like doin' this to babes like you. Can't get enough of it, watchin' you bob that ass around, wantin' more,' Tommy taunted.
'No, no, not true,' she grunted, her head hanging low between her jutting shoulderblades while her hair curtained her shamed face.
But it was true! And the more Tommy moved that horrible instrument around, sliding it closer to her pussy once again, the more she knew it was true. And then she felt the grooved iron touching the center of her cunt! It was a shocking, chilly sensation, making her pussy muscles spasm shut on the object. Tommy laughed, telling the girl how it looked when her cunt moved around like that.
'Hungry for prickmeat, huh? Still want my cock in you? Sure you don't want this little mother reamin' out your cunt?'
Sharon cried out, her fingernails shredding the rough material beneath. Tommy rocked the file down and up, pressing the cold iron against her clit. Sharon gasped loudly once more, the pressure on her erect cum-center sending shock after shock through her spine. She arched her back, presenting her opened pussy almost eagerly to the young stud.
'Goddamned slut! And you kept tryin' to pretend you was such a fuckin' prize!'
The continual touch of that horrible file against her hot, moist flesh sent wave after wave of violent sensation coursing through the girl's veins. Slowly, Sharon became conscious of the fact that she was moving her hips from side to side like some sort of rutting beast… just as she had seen her mother do when Hank had, her roped down on her bed.
Sharon's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze moving up and taking in Tommy who was now kneeling behind her. She could just barely see the thick, black bush of his cock hairs at the base of his lower belly.
'Ahhhhhh…' Sharon cried out again, moving her ass around in frantic, tight circles when the young stud began moving the file back and forth in sawing movements against her clit. The searing touch was somehow mingled with the electric thrill stiffening her clit.
'Go for it, bitch!'
Sharon felt her body burst into fire. The constant rush of fluid from her fuckhole was wetting down her thighs. Oh, how she was shaming herself in front of Tommy. It was so weird, as if she didn't have any control of her young body. And he kept rubbing that awful file up and down over her cuntslit, twisting it around and around so the grooves would sand against her fluttering pussylips. And Tommy constantly made certain that the cold file was keeping in close contact with her clit. Up and down, up and down, the grooved instrument moved, stimulating her clit more and more, making her suck in air to feed her writhing body.
'No… uhhhh… oh, no, no, don't do this to me… uhhh.'
Again, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, her drooping eyelids fluttering each time the raspy file ground up against her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit became worse and worse. Biting her lower lip again, Sharon bobbed her ass up and down, her tits swinging like two jugs and slapping together from the violent force of her moves.
'You want prickmeat, right baby? You want this cock up your cunt?'
Sharon refused to answer. Yes, she was hungry for that fat, purple-headed cock. She wanted to have Tommy jam his prick in her hungry, dripping fuckhole. The tender tissues were still raw from his awful cherry- breaking thumb. But even that light twinge of pain and her fear couldn't blot out the tantalizing thought of having her cuntwalls stretching around his hammer-head prick. As she thought of the size of Tommy's cock, memories of Hank's shot through her mind. Yes, like father, like son. The two of them were so much alike, in attitude as well as build. If she couldn't have the father. Sharon had the son. The thought brought a weak smile to her lips. Then reality seeped in once more and she shuddered.
'Yeah, go for it, you fuckin' bitch. Come on, make it, make it with the file.'
He was twisting it around faster now, sanding the rough, ribbed edges against her puffy cuntlips, then twisting it down so her clit would benefit from every move he made. Sharon was going as crazy as Tommy, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her asscheeks at him. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her as hard as he could.
'Man, there ain't nothin' you wouldn't stop at to get a prick in you, huh?'
'Oh no, no, no!'
Was she shouting at him, at herself? Sharon didn't know. All she thought of now was the flesh set ablaze by that awful file. Oh, yes, it was so good feeling the oily sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.
'Huhhhrrr! Huhhrrr! Hulihhrrrrr!' she growled.
Sharon was an animal now, a wild, rutting animal whose cunt wagged wetly in the air. Oh, yes, she wanted cock, needed it as badly as her mother had that fateful night. Feeling her asscheeks jiggling from her movements, feeling Tommy's fingers pressing against her ass, she wanted his stabbing prick, that wonderfully thick, long, dark-red cock in her!
'Bitch! You like watchin' yourself, huh?' Tommy shouted, noticing Sharon peering through her blonde hairs at the double image in the mirror.
'Oh, ohhh!'
Dropping the rat-tail file, Tommy, slapped her again and again across the asscheeks, each blow more violent than the next, each one arousing her even more. God, it was like a blast furnace there between her legs. And still, the juice flowed, seeping from her fuckhole, wetting down the wiry curls covering her swollen cunt mound.
'No!' Sharon suddenly gasped.
It was as if someone had set off a string of firecrackers in her pussy. She felt Tommy's blunt cockhead stabbing against her pussy. And then his prick was halfway in, the force of that initial thrust nearly lifting her knees off the sagging couch. It was like nothing she had ever felt before in her life! Sharon snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing across her whitened knuckles as her virginal cuntwalls slipped tightly over his invading prick. She felt swollen, bursting at the belly. And still, Tommy kept fucking his cock in, his fat prickhead gurgling and pumping into her juices. She felt so degraded, letting him do this to her. And worse yet was that she actually enjoyed this pain, the shame of being violated in this terrible way!
He was sliding up against her now, his balls tensing while inch by thick, throbbing inch fucked into her pussy. Sharon was letting out strangled, choked little sounds of delight as her back arched once more. Oh, his prickmeat kept coming, squeezing into her squishy cunthole. And now Tommy was sliding his hands around, gripping her tits and pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the girl let out a sharp cry.
'Oooowwwwww!'
Sharon hunched forward, her chin sticking out while the pain around her nipples grew worse and worse. He was enjoying her cries, loving the sounds she made when he squeezed her rubbery, long nipples. Oh, God, it felt as if he were going to tear them off. And still, he kept fucking her, driving in his cock!
Oh, God, yes, as shameful as it was to her, Sharon found herself enjoying this humiliation and pain.
CHAPTER SIX
He was fucking her hard, steady, and fast. His fingers pinched her tits cruelly while his body slammed again and again against Sharon's ass. She sobbed, his callused fingers on her nipples making every ounce of her
