"I was cherry until tonight," Mary said as Paul Franklin closed and locked the door. She batted her long-lashed, blue eyes and smiled coyly.
"I know…" His voice trailed off with the dull ring of sadness.
Paul could not help wishing he'd been the one to pop the young blonde's tender cherry. He'd thought about it often enough, watching her bud and start to blossom as a woman. But his son Ben had fucked her. That's something! he thought.
God damn, good for Ben!
Paul had no doubt that Mike had fucked Mary too. He seldom missed a chance to scare with a foxy young chick. But this time, Ben had been first. His father breathed an almost silent sigh of relief. It bothered him to have his son always in Mike's shadow. Now, in the dimly lit room, Paul could almost see the boy with bright cherry blood smeared on his thick cock. That image brought a smile to his lips.
"This is a lovely room," Mary said in a faint voice.
Fucked or not, she still projected the charm of innocence, a shy and quivering uncertainty that made Paul's cock ache.
She turned and strolled onto the balcony, her lithe hips swaying gently in the dark, gold-flecked gown that hugged her sleek curves like a gleaming second skin.
"Yes… it's a nice place."
Paul followed her. He saw that the knuckles of her delicate hands had whitened from clutching the balcony rail so tightly. When they were dancing on the terrace below, she had played at being the bold and seductive young cunt – mostly to shock her mother, Paul guessed.
Now, alone with him, she wasn't able to maintain her brazen mask. She looked nervous and uncertain, anguished by her misgivings. Gazing down, she could see the small, shadowed figures clustered on the terrace far below.
"My mother must be crapping in her pants," Mary said, smiling slightly.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Paul asked. He stood beside her at the rail, fighting a powerful urge to sweep her into his arms and grind her heaving pussy mound hard on his stiffened cock.
"I-I guess so." Mary's voice seemed distant and unsure, as though it were lost somewhere deep in the twisted caverns of her mind. "She's been such a hypocrite, pretending to be so prim and proper and being so strict with me while she's been over here acting like a fucking whore."
"Your mother's a grown woman, old enough to make up her own mind," Paul said in a soft, consoling voice. "She didn't think you were…"
"Well, I am… and I HAVE. I'm as much a woman as she is. Maybe MORE."
"I don't doubt that for a minute," Paul said anxiously.
He circled an arm around Mary's slender waist and drew her toward him. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, lifting and turning her pretty face from the terrace below.
Her soft lips quivered as his drew near. "I-I want to be a woman," she said anxiously. "But there's still a lot I need to learn."
"I know that too."
He worked his fingers into the firm hollow of her back. His other hand slipped around to stroke her soft golden hair and cradle her head.
"Oooooh," Mary sighed as his lips brushed lightly across hers. "Ooooh, Paul!"
Her arms twined around his neck, and her lips tensed, begging for a real kiss. Her eyes closed and she felt shivering pulses of excitement run up her spine.
Ben had been somewhat timid with her. Mike had been too eager and demanding. Paul, being older and more skillful, seemed to know how to combine the best of bath and excite her in ways she hadn't even imagined.
His lips pressed hers, seeking but not demanding a response. Mary parted her lips, and her tongue eased out. "Hhhhmmmm," she purred.
Their tongues swirled together, hers caught and held by the suction of his indrawn breath.
Pressure from his hand spread across the small of her back, bringing the dome of her pussy mound against the hardness of his enormously thick cock.
"You like that, don't you?" Paul asked with a muted growl.
"Yes… oh, yes! Your cock feels so thick and hard. I can hardly wait to feel it in my cunt." Mary shivered and thrust her lips toward his, driving and twisting with her tongue.
Paul felt no need to hold her now. Her whale body had molded itself against his, swaying and grinding with the gentle rhythm of the breaking surf. He slid his hands around and cupped her tits, firm and sharply tapered under the clinging goldflecked cloth of the borrowed gown.
"My tits aren't as big as your wife's," Mary said. She whimpered softly when he worked her tender little tit-mounds with his fingers.
"They're fine," Paul said. "Nothing feels better than a sweet, eager young tit."
"Really?"
Mary thought she must look like a beanpole compared to Dina Franklin with her enormous tits. And innocent or not, she had noticed how the men all drooled when Dina wore a tight-fitting, low-cut top.
"Really," Paul said. He slid one hand back and began to ease down the zipper of her dress. "Her big tits have been sucked so often and so hard, it doesn't do much to her any more. I know it's not that way with you."
"No. Ooooh, no!"
Mary trembled as Paul undid her bra strap, freeing her taut, tender domes of tit-flesh topped by dark nipples already tingling with excitement.
"I'd love to have you feel and suck my naked tits!" she gasped.
"Having your tits sucked makes your little pussy squirm, doesn't it?"
Paul wasn't really asking, he was prompting her, reinforcing her natural instincts.
"Yes," Mary said with an anxious gasp.
Her trembling shook the loosened gown free. The filmy, gold-flecked cloth fell and bunched around the flare of her hips. Another eager twitch shook off her bra, and she stood before him, halfnaked and half-smiling.
"Just having your nipples touched makes the honey drip from your sweet cunt." Paul's deep voice and calm self-assurance were almost hypnotic in effect.
"Yes! Huuunnng!"
Mary gave a deep grunt and clamped her eyes shut as Paul began to circle her rigid nipples with his thumbs.
"Ooooh, that makes my pussy so hot and wet!"
"I'll bet you can feel the warm cunt oil running down your legs!"
"Hhhhmmmm, yeah! Oooah, Paul, suck my tits now. Lick my nipples and swallow my little tits!"
He grinned unseen before her tightly closed eyes. Sucking her proud, jutting tits was exactly what he planned to do next. He grinned because he knew it would be better now that she'd asked. And it would be better still if he made her beg.
Paul bent down and kissed one taut ripe nipple then the other, letting his lips glide smoothly back and forth, flicking very lightly with his tongue.
"Hhhhoooo," she gasped. "More! Really suck them, Paul! Eat my tits and make my nipples burn!"
Paul hooked his tongue beneath one of Mary's bulging nipples and raised it toward his waiting lips. "Like this?"
"Hhhhaaaghhh! Hhhhmmmm, yes!" she cried, tossing her shoulders back to jam his sucking lips full of tit.
He lashed her nubby, blood-engorged nipple and then spiraled his tongue down the creamy slope of her tit, pulling and sucking to draw in every ounce of her little tit-mound.
"That's something I can't do with Dina," he said as he shifted to the other side. "Never could swallow all of her big tits."
"B-b-but I love the way you eat mine!" Mary sighed. The wet pull of his lips tingled every nerve. "I just wish you could suck both tits at once!"
Paul grinned again. He'd planned that too. He liked to nibble two tits at once.
"Hunch your shoulders forward," he said, and he pressed his hands on the outside slopes to thrust her delicate tits together.
"Like this? Hhhhmninim, yes. That must be it!" Mary shivered when she felt her two nipples touch. Paul sucked both into his mouth and churned them with the wet rasp of his tongue.
"I just love the way you suck tit!" Mary cried, writhing and twisting as the thrilling sensations fogged her mind.
"I'll bet there's something you like to have sucked even more," he said with slow certainty.
"You mean my pussy?" Mary gulped. "No, I mean your sexy little shithole. You're so sweet and pretty, I want to kiss your ass."
"Oooah, no." Mary jerked away impulsively, opening her eyes wide.
But Paul had swung around behind her and dropped to his knees. He clasped his hands on the rumpled gown bunched at her waist and dragged it down along with her panties.
"You don't really want to kiss my ass," Mary whined.
"I want to do more than that," Paul said.
"More? More? Like what?"
"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass as soon as I get it good and hot."
"NO!" Mary screamed in shock. "No!" But Paul's arms circled around her thighs. His fingers clamped on the smooth inner slopes, and he pulled her toward him.
"Please, Paul… don't!"
She could feel the damp warmth of his hungry lips. He nipped and nibbled at her trembling ass cheeks and snaked his rough tongue into the cleft between.
"Nobody's ever touched my ass," she moaned. "That's what I thought. I'm going to fuck a cherry after all!"
"Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded desperately. "I like that!"
"You'll like having your cherry shit-hole fucked even more," he said, "Your ass is so tight and hot!"
His tongue stroked the clenched rim of her snug little shitter.
The firm, persistent lapping of Paul's tongue sent wild shivers up and down her back, and she began to feel a strange glowing heat of excitement despite her protests. "N-n-nooo," she moaned feebly. "No, Paul… p-p-please!"
"I won't fuck your ass until you ask me to," he promised boldly.
"I'll never do that!"
"I know better."
He could feel her stubborn resistance fading already. He inched his hands up her thighs and fingered the soft wet lips of her cunt.
"That's where I want to feel your thick cock!"
"You'll like my prick up your ass even more." He spread her sleek pussy lips and stroked the nub of her clit.
"Gruuungh!" she howled, writhing and twisting with delight. "I couldn't like anything more than that!"
"You'll see. You're going to beg me to ram my cock up your ass!"
He twirled one finger around her clit in a tight spiral. She hunched, easing away from his maddening teasing, and then she felt the tip of his tongue wiggle into the tight ring of flesh clamping her ass.
"Hhhaaaaggghhh! No! Paul! PAUL! PAUL!"
He pushed his tongue into her tight, bitter-sweet asshole in spite of her protests. And he kept spinning her clit at the same time. She trembled, shocked and confused by the sudden tangle of joy and disgust whirling through her mind.
Wild, tingling sparks of pleasure blazed from the base of her cunt. She felt them spin upward into her brain and spiral down to the tips of her toes. The stinging delight left her weak in the knees. She sagged back and felt his tongue drill deeper into her ass.
"Aaaaargh!" she cried.
It hurt. Instead of pleasure, she felt pain. Ripping shocks numbed every nerve, and the horror of having her ass fucked brought chilling tears of fear to her fluttering blue eyes.
After a moment, Mary could not tell the sensations of pain and pleasure apart. Paul twirled and stroked her clit so expertly that the warmth of pleasure blurred into the heat of pain. And his slithering tongue kept gliding in and out of her ass, easing her worst fears and exciting some previously unknown lewd desire.
"I don't understand!" she groaned.
"You want to be ass-fucked don't you?"
"Huuunnngh? YES!"
"You want me to stick my prick in your shitter?"
"Yes… oh, yes, Paul. Please. Don't tease me any more. Fuck me anywhere you want!"
"I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for my big thick cock!"
"That's what I want! God, I can't stand any more of this! Fuck me, Paul. Oh, please FUCK ME!"
"Where?" he asked, digging and swirling her tightly rimmed shithole with his tongue.
"In my ASS, damn it! I want you to fuck my asshole. I want to feel your thick cock in my tightest hole!"
Paul straightened up. The strong taste of her ass lingered on his tongue and burned its way deep into his throat. He gathered the gold-flecked gown and bunched it into a pad that he spread on the iron balcony rail.
"Lean aver that," he told her in a calm but commanding voice.
"Not here!" she cried. "Not on the balcony where the whole world can watch!"
"Do you want me to fuck your last cherry hole or not?"
He slid a finger into her ass as he spoke, twisting and prodding her toward the rail.
"Yes! Oh, God… YES! You've got me so hot. But not here! My mother can see!"
"Look how small the people on the terrace look from here," he said.
He twirled his finger deeper into her ass, panting when he felt how sleek and firm the inside of her shithole was.
"They look like little dolls," Mary said. She blinked rapidly, and misty tears of desire splashed from her eyes.
"And that's what you'll look like to them while you're getting your pretty ass fucked! A doll… a sexy little blonde doll!"
"All right…"
Mary still didn't like the idea, but she gripped the metal rail with both hands and pressed her slender, heaving belly against the crinkled pad of gold-flecked cloth.
Staring wide-eyed at the clusters of elegantly dressed people below filled her swirling mind with an eerie new kind of excitement. It seemed so shocking and horribly perverse, leaning over naked, her long flaxen hair fluttering like a banner in the ocean breeze while she begged to have her ass fucked in full view of anyone below who chanced to raise his or her head.
Paul slipped his hand away from her cunt slit, bringing with it a fresh load of warm fuck honey that he smeared gently on the rim of her ass.
"Make it good, baby… your mother may be watching."
"Ooooh, GOD!"
She tensed, jerking upright just as he jammed his thick hard cock in from behind.
Mary pitched forward again, so limp with shock that she almost lost her grip on the metal railing. It creamed from the sudden stabbing force of his fuck-thrust and filled her heart with shivering fear. Paul Franklin had intended to ease his cock into Mary's tender ass, but the strain of coaxing her along had his prick throbbing with an aching desire he could no longer control. He stabbed and felt the shimmering waves of pain grip his wide prick.
"Grrruuuunnngh," Mary moaned, blinded by flashing blue-red lights of pain.
It felt like her ass might split in two and shower shit down on all those on the terrace below.
"It hurts!" she screamed. Fresh tears of pain welled up in her eyes.
"Only at first."
Paul eased back and drove his cock in more gently the second time, loving the way her rippled bands of taut ass muscle strained to conform themselves to his massive prick. The fluid tension filled him with delight.
"You've got a great ass, you little bitch… I can hardly believe this is your first time."
"I-I-I like ass-fucking a lot more than I thought."
Mary shivered joyously when she felt his cock fill her ass the second time. Some of the ripping strain was still there, but it was pleasure, not pain that she felt now.
"Your cock makes me feel so full!"
"Not as full as you're going to be. This cock of mine is about ready to fire!"
The waiting and the teasing had been a terrible strain. Paul's swaying nuts felt like two giant lead balls alive with steaming pressure.
"I'm ready!" Mary cried. "I want to feel your hot big prick spurt. I want to have my ass shot full of hot jism, and I hope it all drips down on my mother's nose!"
Paul was too busy fucking to give a damn what she said now. Her ass was hot and tight and pumping like she wanted to scald the hide right off his cock. He grunted and gasped, slamming his hairy loins hard against her sleek, softly domed ass cheeks.
"Aaaagggghhh!" she howled each time he fucked in. "Hhhhoooo! I never dreamed assfucking could feel so good!"
As the heated stabs of pleasure increased, Mary's vision began to blur. She racked and twisted to meet every fuck-thrust, then she felt herself jammed forward by the driving force from behind. She no longer cared what went on on the terrace below.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "Oooooh, fuck me full!"
Paul's heaving cock had launched its first wet rocket of searing jism. It seemed to explode in the narrow tube of her ass like a bomb.
Distance and dim light hid the lewd couple from most of the crowd down below. Even Mary's shrill screams of joy were scattered by the ocean breeze and bidden by the smooth rhythms of the band.
But there is something special in the way a mother's ears are pitched. Ellen, Mary's mother jerked her head up when she heard her daughter's distant wail of ecstasy: "Fuck mee!"
"My God in heaven!" Ellen saw the tiny golden haired figure bent over the rail being fucked by Paul Franklin. "What are we going to do?"
"Get used to it," her husband said. He glanced up, shrugged, and then looked back at his wife. "You know how it is in the last round… we'll all be together in the same room."