didn't know where I was. I knew I was bleeding between my legs and I knew that something wasn't the same. I was hot and horny and all, but he was done doing whatever it was he had done. I didn't know until the next time, when he told me what it was, that we had been fucking. It was quite something to find out afterwards, about two years later, after I had been screwing and having a grand old time for all that many months, that I wasn't supposed to ever be doing that unless I was married. I guess I had fucked nearly ten boys by then, and I loved every one of them. It was great to be young and happy and in love back then. It's not like now at all. Not at all like now…'
'Wow,' moaned Sharon Pettibone who until just then thought she knew everything about her sister. 'You were really brave to do something like that way back then. I mean really!' But she was actually thinking about how horny she was in her twat, how wet and juicy her cunt lips were getting, and how, if only she could, she wished to be alone to fantasize a little more and make herself cum all the way. Luckily, it was just then that her sister Debby said she was going to watch some t.v. Sharon said she'd be out in a little while, that she wanted to think about what it would be like to have a real man just once.
As soon as the bedroom door shut, she pulled out the electric prick which had become her habitual toy. She spread her legs and crammed the switched-on fuck device down between her twat lips. She applied it up and down to the inside of her cunt hole, and she manipulated the thing so that it would get to her clitoris and make her hot and wet the way she wanted to be — ALL THE WAY! She shoved the thing in hard and let her mind go with a new fantasy about what it would be like to have at least one man of her own.
His name was Barney, just like her sister's first lover, only he wasn't sixteen or seventeen. He was a big mature man, probably in his thirties. He had plenty of money, his own sports car and house, and plenty of pizzazz. He knew how to treat Sharon Pettibone right, too. He spread her out on his water bed and rubbed his face up and down next to her hot twat lips. He jerked his tongue up and down against her clitoris and made her get all hot and stiff in a matter of seconds. He used his hands to roll her smooth hips, to feel up her big breasts, and to raise her heinie, from underneath, to push and pull on her buttocks and to penetrate her asshole. He shoved a finger into her bunghole at the same time that he ate out her twat. He was, more than anything else, confident of the work he performed on her pussy and on her anus. He made her turn-on seem effortless and she liked him for that.
'Do it to me harder,' she intoned. 'Really get that face of yours slopping around in there. Make me cum.'
He went busily licking. Up and down her twat lips he spread his tongue. Sometimes he picked out one side or the other to work on. When he licked the left side he breathed in. When he licked the right lip he breathed out. When he worked his tongue up against her clitoris, he didn't worry about his breathing. He just went licking and sucking. He puckered his lips and kissed her stiff clit meat, and then again he would open his mouth wide and suck up the whole thing entire. He enjoyed getting down in there and getting sloppy with her clit and her labia.
'You know something,' he said to her crack while he held her two buns in his two palms, 'you have a nice little pussy here. Very, very nice.' He slid his tongue up and down on those two nice twat lips. Her cunt was juicy and it smelled good, too. 'I like the taste of your twat, baby,' he told her. 'It tastes nice and fresh. It's gonna feel real nice, too, when I go and give you my tool to grind on a little bit, eh?'
He didn't wait for Sharon's answer. He got up off his hands and knees and climbed her torso. He landed at first with his face between her big boobies. Then he gave her mouth his own. He licked her tongue with his mouth muscle. He sucked on her tongue with his thick lips. He rubbed his cock up and down between her legs at the same time as he was kissing her face. He used the head of his muscular spear to go rubbing and sliding on her clitoris. That was the part they both enjoyed the most. He liked to feel her slippery little twat-pecker rubbing on his penis head, and she liked the feel of having her clit bent back and forth several times in a row. The severe bending of her clit, the flicking, gave her chills.
'God damn fuck,' she moaned in his ear, 'do me up right.' And she reached down and took his two buns in her two hands and pressed his hips downwards between her ample and supple loins. In he went. His bull thick hog meat penetrated her cave, flattened out the creases and gave the back wall an especially stimulating rub-down. He knew how to make a woman hot. Sharon Pettibone was no exception.
Barney slid his meat in and out of her breach. He felt the healthy juices begin to flow. The contents of Sharon's twat were cock meat and clit ooze. There wasn't room for anything else. Barney took to a steady, primitive rhythm. His ass wasn't flapping, even though he was screwing at full speed — Sharon had his buns in her two palms.
She kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks. She worked a finger, every now and then, up and down the narrow space of his rear crack. When it occurred to her to do so, she penetrated his anal sphincter muscle with a finger. She would shoot it downwards, one thrust, and fill up the muscular tube with digit. She would find his bowels and worm around like roto-rooter man. He would do the same for her, sending a bigger, tougher finger up into her asshole and then popping it out in a long slide down.
'Oh, Christ,' she moaned on one occasion, and she pulled her fingers away from his anus. She didn't want to compete with his method. He used both of his hands to ply her cheeks open and closed while his branding iron flesh sex organ worked miracles inside her young and tender twat. He drilled her down hard, rubbed in and out fast, and soon he was fucking her with all of his might. 'You're going to make me cum,' she told him. 'You're going to make me cum all over the fucking place. Oh, please, God, you're going to make me cum…'
She could feel his bony rod bursting with sexual energy. The head of the mushroom meat was only seconds away from exploding. There was a mild twitch in the mechanism. His joint was about to fire off. There was going to be sperm juice just about everywhere. She was going to open up her legs, spread her scissor-like thighs, and bango-wango! He would have filled her tubes with all the come spray needed to populate ten planets the size of the earth. It was going to be truly ORGASMIC!
She rolled her hips. She slid her hands up and down the sides of his body. 'Fuck me, honey,' she moaned. 'Fuck me hard and long so that I cum…'
And then he began to throb off. He filled her insides with hot juicy cum. He gave her all the pudding she could use. She squeezed him off harder with her interior muscles. She could feel the hot pudding bullets spraying at the back of her cave. It was like someone had come in there with a machine gun loaded with sperm juice. He was scattering the inside of her meaty twat with buckshot made of jism.
'Oh, Christ,' she hollered at him, 'you're fucking my brains out, man. You really are giving me a hot number there.' She could feel, of course, the heart-shaped head of his meat branding the inside of her sweet soft skin. He was giving her his mark, setting out his territory, and he was filling her full of his jism juice. She couldn't do anything except to cry out in ecstasy: 'Fffuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!'
When she came to Sharon Pettibone realized that she was laying on her bed with the mechanized penis in her hand. She was rolling it from side to side so as to stimulate and rub, to arouse sexually, her inner lips. She was working the rubber prong tip of the electric dildo back and forth next to her twat. 'Oh, come on and go,' she commanded her young pussy. 'Shoot off you bastard. Make me cum. Where the hell is my ORGASM?!!'
But no amount of ordering herself around could get the teenager's pussy hot enough to send her over the crest of that last mountain of lust. She just couldn't make it that high. She gave up, extracted the plastic penis from her pussy lips, and she set it aside. 'What to do, what to do,' she moaned. She rolled over onto her belly. Her big bust went squashing down flat in the palms of her hands, and her belly lay flat against the bed under her. She spread her smooth thighs and tried to conjure up yet another image of lust and brutality that might make her body sensuously receptive to the orgasm she craved.
If her sister had walked in right now, Debby would have seen young Sharon Pettibone stretched out spread- eagle with her loins open, her bush flying at full mast, visible from behind. Her smooth sculpted thighs were split like a tree stump, and her busy pussy was wet and juicy.
'I know,' said Sharon, 'I'll think about Daddy fucking me up the asshole. That's usually good for a little excitement.' So she pictured her father's big hog sliding up against her smooth thighs. She saw the head of his big stiff penis rubbing and grazing alongside her buttocks. Her tight anal globes provided a neat landing pad for his firm joint, felt him rubbing fresh grease up the crack and do into the asshole cavity. She sensed the way he moved that he, like her, was getting hotter and hornier for the final fucking. She could feel from the way he spread the lubricant up and down between her buttocks that he was getting hot for it, anxious even. She liked it that way, too, especially when he went and slid a finger into her asshole and pushed it all the way into her bowels. She enjoyed especially the rubbing of her buns, too. She liked it when he palmed her two creamy cheeks and rolled them in his kneading finger tips. 'I like that, Daddy,' she told her fantasy man. 'I like that a lot, Daddy. Please don't stop rubbing my cheeks that way.'
He continued to rub her rump. Her fanny turned a bright and iridescent pink. Underneath, on her chest, she
