you… starting right now… only a minute, daddy, only a second, and this honey’s gonna give you all your nature can take.”
He opened his eyes. It was difficult to lift his head, and difficult to focus on her, but he managed it somehow. The moment of delight was approaching, and he wanted to see it happen.
He saw her flat buttocks glide along the bed toward him. He saw the tiny weights of her berry-tipped breasts dangle until they grazed along his abdomen and came to rest. He saw the deep color of her fingertips in startling contrast to the pale whiteness of his own flesh.
But most of all, he saw the expression on her face, the direction of her gaze, the voluptuous twisting of her mouth as she moaned.
And he realized she wasn’t even talking to him. She was talking to her hands and his cock.
He looked directly up between her thighs and saw the taut slit of her barely furred pussy. “I think I’ll just make sure you’re ready.”
He stroked her tits with his hand as his tongue laved her belly. And then she gasped. His mouth was in her tiny slit, then his lips were pressing against her pussy. It was thrilling, exhilarating, and got even better for her as she felt his tongue part the lips of her vulva.
“Does that feel good?” Milt asked, dropping his face from her crotch.
“Oh yes… yes, it feels soooo good!” she gasped.
His head again parted her thighs, the tongue licking her flesh until it shone. Mound and around her thighs he roamed, and then back to her pussy. The hard red tip parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.
“Oh, God!” she screamed, when his tongue drove into her little wet hole and his chin mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.
She screamed again and bucked downward with her hips. There was a tiny moan of pleasure from her lips and her pussy erupted in a mini-climax.
“Did you come?” he said.
“A little,” she replied, unable to move.
The sweet young thing was still moaning and sighing as she reached over and took two ice cubes out of the glass. She popped them into her mouth.
“What’s that for?”
“You’ll see, daddy,” she mumbled, as her head descended toward his upright cock. Her fingers unwound, and spread across his abdomen. He felt her breath.
She hummed with strange music, her breasts lifted and flattened against him.
He reached out and grabbed at her buttocks, kneading the mounded flesh with his fingertips. She wriggled at his grip.
She bent back to his body and her lips engulfed the head of his cock greedily. She leaned forward, placing her weight on her knees, and ground her face over his prick.
He wanted to fuck… fuck her head, her ass, her cunt. He needed to come. “Suck… suck… suck,” he chanted.
With a groan he threw his hips forward as his hands wound themselves in her thick hair. Her head eagerly started to bob and twist in front of him. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew and elongated his cock with a sucking motion.
He looked down at his cock driving in and out of her mouth. She was a good cock sucker. Experience showed in every movement of her head, every inch of her tongue, every touch of her tender fingers.
Then she brought the ice cubes into play. It was wild. It was the kinkiest feeling ever, having the two cold cubes roll around and around the head of his cock.
“Oh, my God… that’s… wild! I can’t tell you what that feels like!” he panted.
She kept sucking.
As his rod slipped deeper, into her mouth, he couldn’t have held back even if he had tried.
He wanted to come.
As she sucked and sucked harder on his meat, his legs became rubbery with the sexual stimulation. His hands slipped to her shoulders for support and the cheeks of his ass tightened into a knot of taut muscle as he hammered his rigid cock into her young face.
She was loving it. Her hands trailed up and held his ass cheeks firmly while she laved his cockhead to finish him.
He cleared his mind and relaxed all his muscles in order to prolong the pleasure. She stayed with it for a few more seconds and then sensed his actions. She pulled her face from his pulsing meat and took a deep breath.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she said. “Don’t you want to come?”
“Sure I want to come,” he growled, coming slowly out of the world of ecstasy and returning to reality. “But I want to fuck you.”
“I can make you come with my mouth. I’ll swallow it all!”
“Don’t hurt me!”
He moved up across her body until his hard meat was pressed against her cunt.
“You’re nice and wet,” he groaned.
“Are you gonna put it inside me?”
“Yes, honey… I’m gonna fuck you,” he said.
“Ummmmm… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me with your big cock, daddy,” she cooed.
He put her legs over his shoulders and bent her double. He moved the head of his massive cock to her parted cuntal lips and gently nudged until it popped inside her.
“I can feel you already,” she said, smiling up at him. “You’re so big… this is going to be beautiful!”
“I know,” he replied, and eased his weight forward. His cock sank easily, in one smooth motion, clear to the hilt in her pussy.
When his pelvic bone hit hers she erupted into a seething mass of sexual frenzy. Her hips strained against his as her legs flew apart and then back together around his body. In seconds she reached another climax. The juice from her little pussy welled in streams down her buttocks and into the crack between them.
It was good, and it was tight. But it wasn’t the ultimate for Milt it wasn’t the total warmth of the kind of sheath he liked.
It wasn’t her asshole.
Milt pulled his prick from her cunt and, before she knew what he was doing, flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Her little ass gleamed delightfully in the light from the room’s single lamp.
“What you doin’, daddy?” she cried, sudden fear filling her eyes as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he growled.
She smiled. “You like it doggie-fashion, daddy?”
“Yeah,” he leered, fingering the taut cheeks of her ass. “I like it doggie-fashion up your little shit-chute.”
“What?”
“I said, I’m gonna poke my cock up your asshole, little honey.”
“Oh, no, please!” she cried. “It’s too big… too fat for there!”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” Milt said, as he grabbed her tiny hips and pulled her ass back toward his flopping prick.
“Nooooo!”
“I wonder if I move hard and fast enough, maybe I could get it into your guts and bloody your squirmy little asshole. Get ready, honey.”
She jerked around on the bed, her eyes wide and angry. Her hands were raised in front of her tits. They were curled into claws.
He clamped her hands to her small, big-nippled tits. She cursed him and tried to twist free. Her face contorted into a hating snarl and her knee came rushing up.
Milt rolled out of the way and himself being attacked by a ninety-pound female tiger.
Her strength was astounding and her will to resist was a flaming need within her, but in about a minute she was on the floor, half on the rug, her taut ass contorted tightly beneath her in apprehension. Her breath came unevenly and there was both hate and humiliation in her staring eyes.
