'Oh, Jesus,' she cried out, and again she saw young Davey coming at her, his hog fully erect, his legs sweaty and his waist tied round with leather straps. 'Davey?' she said softly. 'Is that you?' It was then, as she spoke, that she discovered the manacles on her hands and feet, the spread of her loins, the halter around her mound. She was as spread wide with a metal binding which strapped her vagina open. Her hands and ankles were tied back to the wet wall of a cave of some sort. And Davey was snapping a whip, cracking it closer and closer to her body. 'No,' she said, 'please, not that. Not the whip. Anything but the whip.'
Davey smiled.
She gushed from her twat, from the feel of the dildo working out at full speed. The machine was in high gear. It beat at her clit. The little twat prick was being rubbed vigorously. Long smooth muscles inside her pussy responded in kind. They secreted some heavenly oil, a perfume yet to be matched by the most inventive French perfume manufacturers. She slid her legs backwards, so that the tops of her young virgin thighs, blond and slick, pressed on her nipples, against her big teats. 'Oh, Jesus,' she moaned as the dildo continued to roll in and out of her body. 'I love it. I really do fucking love it…' She applied a finger to her available, vulnerable anus. She worked her digits in and out of her ass-hole as she used the machine to keep her pussy wide and gushing.
'I'm cuming,' she moaned. 'I really am cuming!' She thought for a moment that she was a little too loud, that she was making too much noise and that her parents would come into the room, that her father would scold and chastise her, maybe even beat her again. But the thought of being spanked made young Sharon Pettibone even hotter and lustier than she was before. She stroked up and down in her juice-filled cunt. Her channel contracted involuntarily as orgasm started to follow upon orgasm. She was climaxing vigorously around the prong of the battery-operated dildo. She was cuming all over her fingers and all over the plastic machine. There would surely be a hefty splotch in the morning, a puddle of juice under her fanny. She wondered if she should go on with the ecstasy producing finger-fucking and dildo-masturbating that she was doing. But it was impossible for her to think clearly in such a state of total pleasure. She could only picture young Davey and how nice it was to feel his hot muscular body against her own, rubbing against her titties, fucking her cunt, rubbing on her ass cheeks and massaging her everywhere, especially inside.
'Oh, God,' she moaned, 'Davey, fuck me! Fuck me really hard, Davey! You make me cum! You make me so juicy and hot! You turn me into a lust beast!'
'Yeah, sweetheart,' she heard him say. 'That's because you're so good. You have such nice smooth thighs and such a pretty little smile. How could I not like you, eh? You tell me — how could I not get a kick out of rubbing my pecker inside your twat-hole?' Davey smiled and continued to spear young Sharon Pettibone's hot wet canal. He gave her everything he had, all of his jumbo ten inch prick, his finger up her ass hole, his mouth on her mouth, his tongue in her face, his muscular chest against her creamy soft pendular titties. He rocked down deep, and all of his mushroom head impaled the squirming teenager. He tacked her down to the ground, pumped his joint into the back of her orgasmic hole and let her have it with a machine-gun spray of hot sperm bullets, every one of which went ricocheting around inside her flooded twat canyon.
'Oh, Jesus Christ, fucking Lord, oh, fuck, piss — cunt, fuck, shit!' She wailed at him, rolled her hips up and down and climbed his meaty trunk. She took all of his meat into her pussy and rubbed it with her long smooth muscles. She felt his jism juice filling her up, puddling inside her hole. 'I love you, Davey,' she moaned. 'I love you because you fuck me in the twat and in the mouth and in the ass-hole. I love you because you have ten inches of the biggest hottest meatiest dick I ever saw. You hear me, Davey? I love that hot phallus of yours, and I love that big thick stem, and those hot nuts!'
She came momentarily back to reality. She looked around the room. It was dark. She was alone. She heard someone coming in the front door. It would have to be her sister, Debby. She felt like crying. That's how happy she was that she had had such a nice orgasm. 'Oh, God,' she moaned to herself as she slipped the dildo back under the mattress. 'That was really something.'
A moment later her bedroom door opened. It was Debby, her sister. 'Sis,' whispered Debby who was already undressing. 'Sis? Are you awake?'
'Yes,' said Sharon. 'Wide awake. What's up?'
'I just had the most fabulous date! You wouldn't believe it!'
'I wish I could say the same,' said Sharon. 'I had to jack myself off again.'
'Oh, boy,' said Debby, 'that's too bad because fucking, really getting a meaty dick grinding you in your pussy — well, there's nothing finer than that! And that's what I got tonight! Oh, boy, was it good! You know what I mean? Nothing could have made me happier. I just loved to feel that hot meat of his grinding away inside my cunt hole.'
'I wish I could say,' said Sharon, 'that I knew what you meant.'
'Don't worry,' said Debby who was now naked and ready for bed, 'someday you'll find a man who will satisfy you, who will take your virginity and let you know what a thrill it is to fuck. Don't you worry about that!' She climbed into her bed which was just a little ways away from Sharon's.
After a few moments, Debby asked quietly of Sharon: 'Are you awake, little sister? Are you still awake?'
Sharon was still awake, dreaming about what it would be like to have a real cock in her twat instead of a dildo, but she didn't answer her sister. She didn't think it mattered. She just lay quiet as though she were asleep because she just wanted to think about bow nice it would be to have the real McCoy. Then, suddenly, as if from nowhere, she heard a labored panting, a gasping, a huffing and a puffing. She looked sideways in the dark and saw that her sister's sheets were loaded and rolling. Debby's hands slid up and down under the crisp linen where she was hard at it, rubbing and tugging at her clitoris. She, too, despite all of her enthusiasm for the 'real thing' had her thighs spread and her cunt lips open so that she could jam with her fingers, so that she could, one last time before falling asleep that night, masturbate.
'Oh, God,' sighed young Sharon Pettibone, 'that really is funny! That must be the funniest thing I've seen in weeks!' And with that the teenage nymph rolled over and slipped a finger, as was her custom as she fell asleep, between her wet twat lips. 'That's just too funny,' she mumbled, and she was about to say something else to herself, but already she had dozed off.
