"Shit me around," moaned Sharon. "I ain't going no place until I get my twat good and hot, massaged the way it's supposed to be." She was preparing herself for the battle with her mother. Mrs. Pettibone, as if right on cue, pushed open the bedroom door. "Now, now, young lady," she scolded Sharon, "you get yer ass up and out of bed. No more of this SWINE FLU bullshit. I'm not going to listen to that kind of nonsense." Mrs. Pettibone was wearing a lace robe which showed off her big nipples. It was cut short so that her smooth ample thighs were clearly visible.
"You know, Mom," said Sharon, "if it weren't three days before Mother's Day I'd tell you to go to hell. And you know something else? I think we look alike." Sharon climbed out of bed and took a position – she in the raw naked nude – next to her mother. "Look," she continued, "my legs are full and shapely like yours, and I have big nipples like you, and my chest sticks out the same way. I think we could be twins."
"Yes, darling," said Mrs. Pettibone, "now just get that pretty little ass and those matronly legs and those pert nipples that are just like mine – get all of that adolescent flesh into a pair of panties, a bra and some other clothes so that you can go to school like a good little girl!" With that Mrs. Pettibone disappeared out of Sharon's bedroom.
"Shit," moaned the teenager, "and all I wanted to do was sit around fiddle with my clit a bit." She sat down quickly on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and reached into her honey pot.
"Maybe if I'm quick…" she murmured, and with that she was into fondling her clitoris into a good little stiffness. "Mmmm," she hummed a moment later, her titties standing up with chills, the nipples going red and hard. "This could be it?" She flicked her clit harder and faster. She rolled her fingers across the tip of the little flesh button. It wasn't going to take her long to get hot and lusty. She knew it would only be a minute before she spit off from reality and entered the dream land of ecstasy and fantasy. She lay back with her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, with her fingers splashing in her honey pot. "Mmmm," she hummed, "this is going to be very nice."
She found herself conjuring up the image of a man not unlike her father. He had her father's voice, his countenance, his way of walking and talking. She smiled at him and took off her panties.
"Come on, Daddy," she said, "it's time for you to screw your little daughter." She smiled at him and gave him a good look at the insides of her beaver. She reached down between her smooth and tender loins and spread her lips out. She showed him what hot moist flesh lay behind that curly bush of hers. "There," she said to her fantasy father, "Don't you just want to curl your tongue around that little clit button of mine and send me off to nowhere sex land? Eh, Daddy? Please?"
The fantasy man grumbled. "Get down on your back, kid, and I'll eat you till you turn red as a beet." She lay down and spread her loins. He felt her up, first with his hands, then with his tongue. He worked his mouth lips up close to her twat lips. He rolled his tongue out of his mouth chamber and filled her long narrow fleshy hangar with his hot wet mouth muscle. He gave that little clitoris of hers a scrubbing and a swabbing that she would never forget. Then he had her turn over. He ate out her asshole, licked the canal and rubbed up and down between the two soft globular buttock cheeks. "Mmmm," he hummed at her, "you got a nice anus, honey. Fun to lick, fun to suck, fun to think that it's you I'll fuck…" And off he went, kissing the sides of her torso, pulling her down under him so he could successfully climb onto her face. "Spread those fleshy mouth lips of yours," he commanded her, "we hain't got all day…" And with that he filled her face with cock meat. He went sliding and pounding his joint, grinding his long thick muscle in and out of his daughter's face. She loved the feel of his thick rod working away next to her tongue.
The bedroom door swung open. "Sharon!" cried her mother. "What the hell?" and then Mrs. Pettibone, who was now partially dressed in a skirt and a bra and heels, looked behind herself and then shut the bedroom door. "My, my, darling, what on earth are you doing?" It was plain to Mrs. Pettibone, really, as it would have been to any fool, that her daughter was spread out with her eyes closed and with her hands in her pussy that way because she was masturbating. So the question was more of a lead-in than anything else. "You shouldn't have to be masturbating, darling," said Mrs. Pettibone. She took a seat alongside her lovely daughter Sharon.
The teenager sat up. "I know, Mom, but I'm just afraid to go out and find a boy. I'm afraid they'll hurt me or something. I don't want to take any chances." She sat on the side of her bed with her sweet tanned loins spread, with her head bowed so that her chin nearly touched her chest. She could see only the tops of her own thighs. Suddenly, she saw and felt her mother's hand slide across her leg.
"Now, now," said Mrs. Pettibone, "there's more than one way to skin a pussy, if you know what I mean." Mrs. Pettibone's fingers crawled down into the adolescent's vacated bush. "I just want you to know that me and your father give a lot of thought to what you should be going and how we've brought you up and…" Mrs. Pettibone had located Sharon's clitoris. She had the thing between her two fingers. She squeezed the thing a couple of times, slipped her free hand under the girl's rear end and attacked from both sides. She had one long finger scraping in and out of the youngster's pussy slit, and she had one other long finger rubbing in and out of the girl's asshole. "Isn't that better," she asked, "than masturbating that way?"
"Oh, God yes, Mom," said Sharon. "I mean it's super terrific to have you fucking me with your fingers like that but what if Dad…"
"Don't you worry about your father," said Mrs. Pettibone. "Let Mommy take care of everything." Mrs. Pettibone gave Sharon's tender little holes another little punch of two, and then she said that she had to go to work, but that night things would be alright between them. Sharon smiled and watched her contented mother leave the room.
"Jesus," she said to herself, "What will Mom think of next." Sharon spread herself out on her bed and landed a finger back inside her pussy. "Let's see," she muttered, "I was just beginning to get off…"
She started thinking about what it would be like to fuck her old Junior High boyfriend, Rick Walden. She rubbed her pussy lips up and down and felt up her clitoris with this young man in mind. She rubbed and scrubbed and before long she had that thing upright and ready for more action. She pictured Richard coming at her with his big thick member out and waving. It was bounding up and down and making headway at drilling her pie. "Come on, Richard," she moaned at him, "come and fuck me hard honey." She saw him entering her pie. She saw his thick sword cutting down between her two sweet pussy lips, filling her pie with cock flesh, making her heated interior cave begin to juice and flood. "I love it," she moaned at her fantasy fucker. "I love to screw with you…"
A moment later she had switched images. She was on top of the hill overlooking the high school. She was in the back seat of Danny's car. He had her in his arms. He had one hand on her chest and he had her nipple in his mouth. He was tonguing her, licking her booby, making her hotter yet. She kept his face down between her big breasts while Danny reaching into Danny's pants and coming up with his member. She stroked at his hog, pulled on it, and rubbed the tip with her palm. She made sure that the sides of the shaft were good and hot by rubbing them between her two hands. She baked herself a cake of hot cock meat.
"Mmmm," she hummed at him, and she opened her mouth and offered Danny a taste of her willing face, "Come on," she moaned to him, "and kiss me French style, baby. Fill me up with that tongue meat of yours." She held onto his cock muscle and begged him to put his tongue into her face. "Come on," she said, "you can fuck my face good with that tongue of yours." She wanted it Frenching her face. She pulled him up close to her by letting loose of his penis and reaching around his neck. She pulled his face down close to her own. She kissed him hard. She gave him a long taste of her tongue. He gave her back his own. She loved the feel of his mouth muscle gliding in and out of her face. Because it was a prelude to the fuck itself, a glimpse of what it would be like to have Danny's hot muscle going into her body, in her pussy. That was where she wanted it next. In her hot oily twat space.
She spread her legs and pushed his face down along her torso. She didn't know how, but somehow they had managed to take off each other's clothes in the back of the car. It was easy, actually, and now that she was nude, now that her legs were spread and her loins were open, she wanted his big thick joint to go rolling down inside her like a thick log. She wanted to feel that big mushroom head of his rubbing and scraping against her clitoris, making her hotter and lustier than ever before. She wanted to have his asscheeks in her hands, and she wanted to go sliding a finger up and down between his buttocks, just for fun. She wanted to lick out his asshole, too, if he would let her. She might have been fifteen, and she might have been just fantasizing, but she knew what she wanted.
She reached down between her own legs and pulled her beaver lips open. "There it is, Danny," she said, "my open pie. Won't you fuck it with that big cock muscle of yours? Won't you put that hot hard wedge of penis flesh into my slot and make me cum? Won't you please?" She smiled and let loose of her dark wet labia lips. She let her pussy go closed so that she could pay attention to his meaty bone-on. "I suppose you want me to play some more with that prick of yours. Well, why didn't you say so? I'd be happy to."
She leaned down close to his joint. She took it in both hands and rolled it back and forth. She rubbed it sideways and up and down. She treated it gently but like a gear shift. She rolled her fingers across the base, at the root. She stroked up along the top-side and arrived at the tip. Then she went down the other side and played softly with the part that looked most like a bone. She rubbed his balls, too, played with them for a little while with her tantalizing fingers. She worked one hand up and under his crotch, a finger of which went sliding up into his anus where she began to tickle him. The other hand remained behind to work out on his hot dog tip and on the thick shaft of his big flesh arrow.
"Oh, Jesus, honey," he moaned at her, "you really know how to get my cock muscle stiff and hot, don't you?" He smiled and kissed her on the lips. He gave her his tongue. He rubbed his lips against her lips. He pushed his mouth down hard, grinding his face into hers. He took his hands and applied both palms to her two big titties. He rubbed her chest with his ten fingers. He made sure that that creamy breast flesh of hers was properly sexually stimulated. "Mmmm," he hummed, leaning close and gathering up one titty for a proper sucking, "I just want to make sure that you get the most out of this." And with that he took to mouthing her breast like it was bread and butter. He licked up and down and ate her all up, gobbled down her titty flesh like there was no tomorrow.
Sharon Pettibone, in the meanwhile, worked out on Danny's boner. She had the thing between her two hands. She was rolling it back and forth. She'd cupped the two big hairy balls in her fingers and she was sliding her other fingers up and down alongside the shaft of the boner. She was sliding up and down and squeezing, too. She could tug, when she wanted to, on the rim of the head, and that was a special thrill. It made her hot to get a good hold on that lip of mushroom head, and when she felt how spongy and hot it was she decided to go down on it.
"Oh, yeah, good baby," said Danny. "Go to town on it."
He held her face in his two hands. Her lips spread to accommodate the massive thickness of the meat. He pushed on the back of her neck, and down her mouth went, around and around the hairy hard-on. She took all of it into her face. She sucked tight on it, a good seal, and soon she had the thing properly and wetted for action. She began sliding back and forth, up and down, slurping up the meat as though it were some specially flavored flesh pole. "Mmm," she would hum. "I love it," she would moan between strokes. "What an extraordinary muscle you have," she would say in order to keep him hot while working out on the tip. She would splay her tongue at it, stick out that big mouth muscle and wipe it across the top of the heady boner tip. She would work at getting the thick skinned rim and the sensitized flesh of the shaft and the boner root part of the base – she would work at getting it all hot and stimulated and ready for cuming.
Soon Danny got that muscle of his so far into Sharon Pettibone's face that she thought she was going to choke. She didn't know that her throat could swallow so long a meat, so big a suckable boner. She loved it though, loved the feel of that big mushroom head tickling the back of her mouth. She wanted more of it, and she went down even harder.
Just to make sure that everything was nice and easy for Danny, she wrapped her hands around his buns and pulled on his two cheeks. She worked her fingers up and down his asshole crack. She stuffed a big long digit into his anus, even, and she wormed it around, up and down and from side to side while sucking on the knobby piece of flesh at the front side. It didn't take her long at all to have that meaty thing of his ready for fucking.
But Danny himself wasn't ready for fucking. He wanted to do some eating. He pushed Sharon Pettibone down on the back seat of the fantasy car and stroked her twat lips open and ready for a bit of the gobbling action. He used his tongue to get to her clitoris. He got the thing between his lips and pulled on it. He tugged and sucked at the same time. It didn't take long at all for him to get that erection of hers up to full strength. When he had the thing hard and slippery, he took to waving his tongue back and forth at it. He ate her little clit button like there was no tomorrow. Back and forth, up and down, in and out, he moved his tongue in every conceivable direction. And then he climbed up higher on her nice smooth body.
Her titties were inflamed. Her nipples were cherry red and hot. Her mouth was wide open and gasping. Her thick lips were moist, her tongue was ready, her cunt was spread apart and open. Her legs were bent at the knees. Danny went sliding his boner up and down on her smooth ample thighs. He thought for sure he could feel the way her tanned body was warm to the touch, the way it gave off heat and glowed. He liked the feel of that hot skin brushing, against his boner. Then he entered her.
"Mmm, good," she moaned at him. "Give me all of that thing, Danny. Give it to me hard." She swiveled her hips from side to side and showed him a good time. She used her hips to make sure that his penis got a good rubbing between her twat lips. Those inner labia were stroking up and down on the sides of his joint. His pecker was fully erect, ready to roll for a lot of hot fucking. He jammed it all the way down inside her cave. He gave her everything, and she reached around his waist and held on tight so that she would be ready for the incredible ride that went with it all. She held on to his waist while his hips flipped his meaty pecker up and down inside her pussy. "Oooh, God, yes, baby," she hummed at him. "Give it to me hard." She said all of this in his ear in a gentle, hot whisper. "Give it to me so hard that I never forget it."
He bore down, drilled up into her vaginal cave. He worked his meat from side to side against the labia lips of her twat. He used all the juice that was there to lubricate the exciting screwing. It didn't take more than about five more strokes for young Sharon Pettibone, in her fantasy, to cum off. "Oooh, Jesus! Oh, fucking Christ Almighty fuck!" she roared at him. "Oh, shit."
Her pussy flooded with sex soup. A moment later Danny pulled his long stiff phallus out of her hole. Sharon sat up. "That meat of yours," she said, sliding her finger up and down the pecker, "it's so pretty. So slippery and stiff. I just love it. I really do, Danny. I love that meaty cock muscle of yours. We have to fuck many times together. We will be lovers. I don't know if we'll ever get married the way they do in all the pretty books…" she gave his bone a special little squeeze with her whole fist, "… but we sure will do some hot fucking and sucking, eh?" She tugged on his meat bone and pulled out another drop of his semen juice. She leaned down with her mouth open and sucked it all up. She got that last drop of cum down her throat. "Mmmmmm, goooood!" she groaned, and then, almost instantaneously, Sharon Pettibone came back to reality.
"Oh, Jesus," she grunted, taking her fingers out of her pie, "what the hell have I been doing?" She looked down between her legs. Beneath her little buns there was a slippery little puddle of clit juice. "I must have been fucking myself wild," she moaned. "I have to stop getting so carried away." But no sooner had she said something to this affect, when, without even thinking about it, she reached under her buttocks and stuffed a digit into her ass-hole. "Ahhhh, yes," she groaned, sliding her finger into her anus and all the way up to her bowels, "that's a little more like it." She wanted to really got in there and abuse herself, to hurt herself, to cause her asshole some pain. "Mmmmmmm, oooooohhh, yyyeeessss!" she groaned, beginning to grovel on her bed. She pulled her legs up close to her chest and kept stabbing her asshole with her finger. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, "I wonder what goes with this!"
A fantasy came to mind. She saw a big and not very friendly stranger reaching down to her buns. "I'm going to fuck you, Sharon," he said. "I'm going to ram my cock muscle up your asshole until you beg me for mercy. And then, you know what I'm going to do then? Do you think I'm going to pull my meat out of that tight little tube of yours? When you are begging and pleading with me, and when you are wincing from pain and bleeding from your sphincter, do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to reach around in front of you and take hold of your clit and stab you there with my fingers. I'm going to make you get all soft and juicy all over and I'm going to suck off your flesh little titties and your big red nipples – I'm going to ravish your body until you cry out in ecstasy that you've never had it so good. Are you ready my little darling Sharon?"
"Would it matter if I said no?"
He slapped her on the buttocks. He used an open hand. His palm stung her pure white cheeks. They turned cherry red as soon as his fingers cleared her butt. He spanked her a second time and then she began to welp and cry. "No, please, stop," she moaned. "You shouldn't spank me. It's not good that way. No hitting. Please!"
But Sharon's screams and pleas were all useless. The mysterious fantasy stranger, the man she was dreaming about, kept his promise. He worked her ass cheeks with his hands, and with no lubrication he stuffed his cock muscle up inside her tight little virgin asshole tube. He gave the inside of her bowels a tight going over, a rubbing with the head of his spear that she could not honestly say was totally pleasurable. He rubbed and tugged and finally, when he pulled his meat out of her rear socket, there was, as he said there would be, blood on her sphincter. "Oooh, Christ… oh, fuck, shit, piss, cunt, asshole, piss, urine, crap, fuck, fuuuuuucecccckkkkk!" screeched Sharon. "You can't…"
A moment later she was back from her fantasy fuck up the asshole. But she was still on her be with her finger crammed up her bunghole. "Jesus," she moaned, "even that didn't finish me off. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do to get a little sexual satisfaction around here…"
She sat up on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her smooth blonde thighs were covered with chills. Her long blonde hair was matted to her face. She was sweating. Her face was flushed, and her chest blushed a heated red glow. She was as hot as she could possibly be. Her face, her eyes, her whole entire body revealed the fact that she was on the verge of orgasm, close to climax. "Fuck me, Lord," she moaned to herself. "I just want to cum. So fuck me."
The door to the bedroom opened. "It's time for school, little sister," said Debby. "Or are you still pretending to have SWINE FLU?" Debby looked closely at Sharon. "Although you do look a little flushed." But then Debby saw the spot, the grey spot of juice, behind Sharon. "Oh, yes, but flushing can come from a number of things, can't it, darling little sister?" Debby shut the door on Sharon.
The younger Pettibone daughter lay back against her bed. She had to be careful not to lay on the puddle of her own juices. "What a lot of ooze for nothin'," she complained to herself. "I was there, almost there, or something," she mumbled on. "I wish I could just get a big real cock in there and have it over with. That would be the thing to do. I wonder who at that lousy school would do me up right? Besides, who says it has to be at school? I could just go to the shopping mall or downtown and find myself a nice piece of real cock meat and no one would ever know the difference. Maybe I'll…"
Sharon's mind drifted. She saw herself walking in the downtown shopping center. She was looking for something. She was looking for a man. She'd know him when she saw him. Here and there, in front of various picture windows, she stopped and inspected the latest fashions. She was secretly waiting for some man, any man, to come up to her and grab her around the waist and send his meaty chopper up her asshole, or into her pie, or down her throat – anything, just so long as it was hot and thick and meaty. She wanted it badly. She believed that it could make her happy, make her forget all the trouble it was to be young and lonely…
Sure enough, along he came. His name was Carl. He took her by the hand and led her out of the shopping center. He was a big man, irresistible as far as the teenager was concerned, and he knew how to treat her right. He took her home with him, home to his bachelor apartment where the music was soft and the bed mellow.
He spread her out and took off her skirt and her panties, her bra and her blouse. He let his hands inspect her smooth skin, her precious young body. His fingers tested out the feel of her creamy breasts, the humidity of her inner twat lips. He rubbed his one digit across her clitoris and watched her beg for more.
"Carl," she pleaded, "won't you please use two fingers and go harder. Won't you please?"
He could hardly refuse such a delicate request. He applied two fingers to the inside of her hot wet twat. He filled her pussy with his fingers, rubbed up and down across her clit meat and made sure that her body was about as hot as it could be. Then he climbed down between her long smooth loins and separated her thighs. He filled up the breach he'd made with his cock. He gave her everything he had to give her and then some. It only took him a minute to get all of his steely rod into place between her vaginal lips. He socked it to her, hammered away, jacked her up good. Her clit went banging and rocking against his flesh pole. She got so turned on that she couldn't possibly refuse the opportunity to reach around behind him and take hold of his buttocks. She did that, she squeezed, she rubbed a finger up and down the groove of that big rump of his. And then she pushed her big soft titties up against his chest and rubbed. She slid nice tender nipple tissue up and down next to his hairy chest. It was a good thrill for both of them, a nice heating for two horny people. "Mmmm," they both hummed at the same time, "I love it. I love to fuck and screw."
When Sharon came to her senses, it was well after the time to leave for school. She decided that she was having too good a time fucking herself with her fingers, making herself hot with her fantasies. She decided to spend the rest of the day at home fingering her clitoris and rubbing her anus and stimulating her sexy nipples until she came. She wouldn't go to school, she decided, until her body turned hot and lusty, until juice oozed from her twat, until orgasm took over where frustration had begun. She was that hot, and home was where she intended to stay until it was all over. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "I love it. I love fucking myself." And with that she went happily to work on her twat hole and clit meat.