"I don’t believe your stepfather did all that to you, Melissa," Grant said. They were sitting in his parents’ living room, alone. Grant’s mother and father had gone to the movies and his older brother was out on a date. Only in such privacy did Melissa feel secure enough to actually tell him what had happened to her.
"Why should I lie to you?"
"I don’t know. Hell, I don’t see Jonathon any more than you do, but I can’t believe anyone would do such awful things."
She fumed for a moment, then decided. She
would show him. He couldn’t possibly deny the evidence.
Standing, the girl began stripping off her jeans. The look on Grant’s face told her he had something else in mind than show-and-tell.
"You just stay put. We’re not fucking tonight. I can’t. And I’m going to show you why not."
Mutely, he watched as the tight denim jeans dropped to the floor. The girl’s legs were covered with ugly bruises turning every color of the rainbow. Thick yellowish-green splotches circled her ankles where she had been bound to the bed.
When he caught sight of the tortured ass, he said, "Christ! I-I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry I doubted you. That motherfucking bastard is going to pay for this!"
"How, Grant?" she asked softly. "How are you going to make him pay? I’ve thought and thought. I can’t do a thing to him."
"The police! We can go to the police. They’ll help."
"Like hell they will. It’s his word against mine. And who’d believe kindly old stepfather Jonathon would do this to his nubile young daughter? No one, that’s who. The cops would laugh me out of the station."
"No, they wouldn’t. They… they couldn’t!" Grant said with more determination than foresight.
"Do you think I’m going to parade in there, drop my pants and let them look me over? They’d
get a kick out of it, then they’d kick me out on my ass. I know how they work. Hell, even in rape cases, they get their rocks off making the victim out to be the criminal."
"Yeah, maybe you’re right, Melissa. But what, then? Jonathon can’t go unpunished for this!"
She smiled. She was beginning to love Grant’s sincerity, the way he actually cared for her. No one else in the whole world said the things he did. And he meant them. She could believe he loved her, too.
"Time will cure all wounds, as the saying goes. But God, I wish something could cure me of the pain here!"
She looked down at her pussy. The red lines where he’d hit her with the wire coat hanger were still visible. They crossed her pussy mound and decorated her cunt lips with violent streaks.
Grant whistled in a low, heartfelt whistle. "Christ on a crutch, I never realized..”
"It’s okay, Grant. Really. I just wish I didn’t have to put up with it again. But I will."
"No!"
"How can I get out of it?" she asked. "Look, be reasonable. I’m not old enough to have anyone believe Jonathon has done this to me. Hell, they would be just as likely to blame you and make it stick. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble. Especially you."
They looked into each other’s eyes for a
moment, then melted together. Their lips met and crushed fiercely together. Soon, the girl felt a gentle nudging against her ruby red lips. She parted them a little and the boy’s tongue came rushing into her mouth.
There, tongues dueled. She was soon panting as a rough, pink tongue stroked and caressed across hers. She returned the gentle massaging motions with her own.
Before either knew it, they collapsed to the floor and were locked in a passionate embrace. As the rough carpeting cut into the girl’s still tender. ass, she flinched.
"Sorry," she said, drawing away from Grant.
"I understand. If only I could help…"
His voice trailed off, then he suddenly stood. He walked to the bar and came back with a bottle of white wine. She looked up at him, unsure what he had in mind.
"On your back and spread those pretty legs. This is going to be a feast for both of us."
She knew then what he intended doing. She smiled as she obeyed his command. She said, "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou."
"And I’ll be fat, drunk and in trouble," he finished.
She winced as the cool wine flowed across her heated pussy lips. The alcohol burned wherever it touched the savaged cunt lips but the healing soon took effect. The coolness made her relax for the
first time since her stepfather had done this horrible thing to her.
And when the boy’s mouth clamped onto her wine soaked snatch, she knew she’d found paradise.
"That’s great, Grant, I love it!" she cooed.
She let the ripples of delight pass throughout her body. It seemed an eternity to the girl since she’d felt this good. Sex was good, fucking was the greatest thing ever. But what had been done to her shouldn’t have been done to a dog.
The teenager had actually come to think of fucking as something which must have pain along with it. Grant was slowly reeducating her. His tongue was dancing all over her super-heated cunt. It dragged roughly along one ridge of pussy lip and then pressed firmly into her cunt hole.
She shivered but she wasn’t cold. This was the way it should be. To have his mouth sucking and licking all over her twat was something she’d missed. To. have thought a belt or a wire coat banger whipping her across the cunt lips was proper foreplay was sick.
His mouth on her clit was heaven.
She felt his lips close over the tiny nubbin that was the center of all her pleasure. The boy’s tongue worked the spire upwards until it was firm and erect. No longer protected by its sheath of flesh, he was able to pull it into his mouth.
Real pleasure began for her then. His sucking
sent tremors earthquaking through her. The tiny needles of pleasure jabbing into her belly found banked fires. Soon, the tiny fires had blazed brightly into desire. And the desire was threatening to consume her.
"Tongue fuck me good," she begged. "I want to feel that tongue all the way up my poor little cunny!"
He didn’t answer. He had other things to do with his mouth. With a jaw cracking dexterity, he had managed to worm his tongue deep in her cunt. He caressed the slippery walls of her cunt. The fuck fluids had beaded and were awaiting his eager tongue to slurp them up.
"It-it tickles! So far up my cunt! It’s super!"
His nose burrowed down into her pussy mound. The tangled mat of her bush rubbing against his nose made him want to sneeze. He held it back. His tongue was finding more interesting places to explore. He couldn’t possibly take the time out for something as common as a sneeze. Searching out all her innermost secret places was vastly more important.
The wine he’d poured over her snatch added a zesty flavor that had been lacking before. Mixed with her cunt juices, he felt like he could slurp up these tasty fluids all night long.
"That’s what I like. Your mouth all over my cunt! Do it to me! Tongue fuck me until I come!"
He began driving his tongue cock-hard in and
out of her pussy. He loved the way his tongue slithered into her cunt. The walls would tense and try to squeeze down on him. Most of all, the heady taste of her cunt juices spurred him on. He wanted more of her woman wine.
Fastening his mouth over her cunt hole, he sucked as hard as he could. She felt as if he were drawing her guts out her cunt. His sucking pulled first one then another of her pussy lips into his mouth.
And once there, he trapped the turgid flap of labia between his lips and sucked for all he was worth. The feelings blasting into her body were so intense she knew it would be only a few seconds before she came.
Breath gusting heavily, her tits rising and falling like a turbulent ocean wave, her entire body was caught up in the tongue fucking. He drove that spike of tongue into her softly yielding body as hard as he could.
Each thrust sent her a little closer to the brink of orgasm. Faster, deeper, his tongue was unrelenting. He pushed her all the way to the edge of her orgasm, then moved his mouth over her clit.
As he sucked and pressed down on that delicate organ, she came. The top blasted off the girl’s head as she rocked and twitched through the biggest come ever.
"Ummm, ooooh, God, that was good," she moaned as the ice and iron grip of climax released
her. "Do it to me again."
"Again?"
"Yes, damn you, again! I want to feel that mouth eating my pussy good. Suck my clit, tongue fuck me, whatever! But get me off again!"
"Greedy bitch," he mumbled, but he dived back to his task. He enjoyed it as much as the girl. It took damned little prompting for him to stuff his face back into the wide spread pussy.
The wine had long since gone from the girl’s pussy mound. Every strand of her bush had been licked clean by the teenager’s avid tongue. But he made certain it was all properly removed. He began at the girl’s navel and worked his way down into the tangled bush.
When his tongue had entirely dampened the girl’s pussy fur, he sought out her clit. The tiny nubbin was throbbing with life. He sucked on it until she came again. As she arched her back and shoved her pussy into his face to get even more of his mouth love, he saw his chance to give her a really big thrill.
His tongue slid over her cunt juice slickened pussy lips back toward her asshole. He dipped briefly into that hole, waiting to see what effect it had on her.
It was electric.
Her entire body came alive. Thrashing around like a fish on a hook, she tried to stuff her twat into his face. Nothing mattered to her now but the delightful sensations ripping through her body. This wasn’t pain, this was sheer pleasure.
Her cunt was again giving her the messages of delight. No pain, just joy of having a mouth working all over her cunt. As soon as her fuck fluids welled out of her cunt, they were licked away by the boy’s pink, rough tongue. Everything was perfect.
She realized again how much she hated Jonathan for what he’d done to her. He had stolen from her the richest gift a woman can have enjoyment of sex, of fucking, of tongue fucking. Even oral love had lacked a surge of thrill for her after he’d finished with her.
Now Grant was restoring her sense of wonder. Her body was responding. Her cunt was flooding with her love juices. And as he touched her asshole with the tip of his tongue, she was almost able to forget what it was like being anally raped or having a broom handle crammed up there while she was being fucked.
Only bliss was left as his tongue slithered into her shit chute.