Sheryle stood up and rubbed the smooth curves of her buttocks and winced at the pain. She fumed inside. Her father had spanked her like she was a small child. He had actually whipped her. She couldn't remember him ever having done that before.
To add insult to injury, he had grounded her for two months. He had refused to allow her to go out on any dates and made her go to her room immediately after supper. She rubbed her ass again, remembering the pain and hating her father more than she could imagine. Pulling the thin nightie closer to her trim body, Sheryle went to the window and looked out over the moon-drenched backyard. The ghostly images dancing in the light called to her. She had a desire to slip from the window naked through the yard, when she heard her father behind her.
"Get to bed," he ordered. "And don't stand in the window like that, you wanton whore. You'll have every stud in the neighborhood over here thinking you're in heat."
"Maybe I am," she snapped, angry at her father.
He spanked her ass again. He took her and applied his open hand to her naked ass until she was openly crying. She wanted to deny him the pleasure of seeing her tears, but the pain was too much – the pain and the humiliation. Sheryle was sixteen and a woman. This was the way you punished a small child, not a woman.
Her father left her, the door clicking soundly shut behind him. She glared and wondered what she should do. She picked up one of her shoes and threw it as hard as she could at the door. It relieved some of her anger, but not enough.
She paced the room, then vowed to go out and run naked in the backyard just to spite him. She hadn't done anything really wrong. She hadn't wanted Michael to eat her out like that. But when he had, she couldn't stop herself. She had to suck his prick. The sight of that mountainous rod of cockflesh had been more than she could stand. She'd had to suck and lick and kiss it. Nature had taken its course and she had responded in the only natural way she could.
"Hey, Sheryle, you there?" came the low whisper.
"What? Who's there?"
"Who do you think, dummy? This is Michael. Can I come in?"
She sat on the bed, making a face at the feelings raging through her body. Her ass still smarted from the second spanking her father had given her. But this time the warmth was changing. It didn't hurt as much as it turned her on. The nearness of his hand to her snatch had been nice, in a weird way. And now the well-spanked assflesh was tingling and turning her on. She could even feel her pussy begin to drool obscenely. Nothing she could do would stop the leak from her cunt. The more she tried, the worse it became.
Rushed and hot all over, she called out to Michael, "Sure, come on in. But keep your voice down. My old man's on the warpath." Her fingers drifted under her thin nightie and stroked over her red-thatched pussy mound. That felt so good she let her fingers slide lower, parting the puffy cuntlips and giving her even bigger jolts of stark pleasure. In a flash, she had her finger all the way up her cunt. It moved slowly, methodically, building her desires.
Michael would help her ease the sexual need she felt so strongly. He had lit her fires. The least he could do would be to help her quench her desires.
"God, I never thought he would come home so early," the youth said, dropping to the foot of Sheryle's small bed. "We could have gone out if I'd thought he would've found us."
"We didn't do anything wrong," she said defiantly. The finger sliding in and out of her cunt made her feel better.
"Nope, but tell him that. Wow, was he pissed!"
"Michael," she said softly, "will you fuck me now?"
"Now?"
"Yes, I need you so. I love you. I want you. I want that lovely prick of yours fucking me all the way up the cunt!"
"You didn't used to talk like that," the youth said, his breath coming in shorter, faster pants. She knew he was getting turned on by her words. Ste didn't understand what was happening but as she said it, she felt the intense sexual tensions in her own body.
She had to get laid now or go out of her mind with lust.
"To hell with that. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me till you rip me apart!"
"Nope, don't think I will. But I do see something that turns me on a lot," he said, gazing up at her tits spilling out of the front of the thin nightie. He was a tit man. He loved the sight of naked, lush mounds of womanly titflesh. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder just thinking about sucking on one of those meaty globes.
He didn't really believe her when she said she wanted him fucking her. The girl might think so but she would cry out and bring her old man running. If he could get her out of the house, then he would fuck her cross-eyed. But not here. Just the idea of sucking her titties while her father was on the premises made it exciting.
He reached out and touched her tits. Surprised to find the flesh quivering like jello in an earthquake, he took a firmer grip. Squeezing down hard, he began rotating the twin peaks in opposite directions. He wanted her to think he was going to rip them off her chest.
The flesh flowed like putty under his fingers. Intrigued, he squeezed down so hard the white, doughy flesh popped out from between his fingers. He tried to remold her tits into a new and excitingly different form. Whenever he turned loose, the resilient titflesh always sprang back into the succulent cone of white boob.
"Ummm, Michael, that's so nice. I love the feel of your hands all over my body. Keep doing it." She moaned softly and felt her muscles going limp in reaction. She collapsed flat onto her bed. The girl didn't even realize that her legs spread in involuntary invitation to him.
In spite of her bold words, she was glad he hadn't tried to fuck her. She wanted to get even with her father and that sounded like the way to do it. But she was frightened of having such a huge cock thrusting in and out of her tight little cunt. Her finger barely fit in. Michael's monstrous prick would be like trying to stuff in a telephone pole.
Besides, the feel of his hands stroking and crushing flat her tits was so indescribably wonderful that she couldn't imagine anything being finer. When he caught her hard little nipples between thumb and forefinger, she almost came.
"You like that a lot, don't you?"
"I love it. Don't stop. Keep fondling my jugs. Your touch is like electricity. I feel so alive inside!"
His hands stroked up and under her pendulous tits. He cupped them for a moment, then shoved them together. She moaned out loud, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming. She rubbed her thighs together and felt the thick flow of her pussy fluids. She wanted to come but was afraid of letting herself go. Her father couldn't find them again, not like this. He would kill both of them.
"God, you've got sensitive tits. Just doing this makes you hot, huh?"
She came when he managed to rub one nipple across the other one. The throbbing little mounds of nipple were super-sensitive. When he crushed her tits enough to push them together, she exploded inside. His lips mashed onto hers to keep her from screaming. She felt his tongue slither into her mouth, tangle with her tongue and then dart back.
She followed with her own. Soon, they were side by side on the bed, kissing deeply, his hands moving restlessly all over her tits. She wanted more. She thrust out her chest so that her left tit pressed hotly into the youth's body. Rubbing up and down made her acutely aware of her own needs. Her legs circled around one of his legs and she pulled herself closer. She began rocking back and forth, the coarse denim of his pants leg dragging over her aroused cuntlips.
"Damn, you're getting my pants wet!" he exclaimed. "This is a hell of a way to fuck."
"My titties, my poor neglected titties. Suck on them, Michael darling. I need to feel your mouth on my boobs!"
He wasn't going to deny her anything like that, not when it was exactly what he wanted. Bending over, he sucked in the entire tip of her knocker. His tongue found the pebble-hard nipple and toyed with it. Rolling it around like a tiny marble, he soon had her panting in hot desire.
His prick felt as if it would explode. He knew that he would have to get his rocks off, but it wouldn't do any good trying to fuck her. She would hesitate for a moment, and then protest. He couldn't have that. He was sure she was a virgin and the pain of ripping through her cherry would make her scream. And that would get her father into the room on the double.
He licked across one of the fleshy mounds and slid down the slope to the deep canyon – his tongue slithering faster and faster, he found he couldn't get enough of the warm, pulsating flesh. He gobbled up all the tit he could, his teeth leaving ugly red marks.
She sobbed quietly, her cutie body shivering with the intense needs inside. The feel of his teeth raking across her soft skin turned her on more than she thought possible. She rubbed her snatch faster and faster on his leg now. She had to get off.
When he licked back across the nipple of her left tit, she came. Her body stiffened and she cried out. The heat from her cunt rose up through her belly and collided with the lances of desire passing down into her chest from her well-licked tits.
"Not so loud," he cautioned.
She could barely hear. The roar of her pulse in her ears sounded like the ocean's surf. She panted and pressed even closer to her boyfriend. Everything he did turned her on more. The feel of his leg pressing hotly into her cunt, the demanding mouth working over her sensitive boobs, the way his hands stroked her belly, all made her a quivering lump of flesh.
"I'm gonna fuck those tits of yours. I have to. I just have to."
She heard the words but didn't understand what he meant. The idea that he was going to fuck her filled her with momentary dread. In spite of the way she felt, she was frightened at the prospect of his cock driving in hard and fast past her pussy lips.
Then she saw what he was doing. He jerked down his zipper with savage glee. His prick sprang out as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. She licked her lips at the sight of his gigantic cock. It pulsed visibly. The virile spike of cock moved closer to her trembling lips. Sticking out her tongue to touch it, she was disappointed. Her jerked back at the last instant.
"What's the matter? Don't you want me to suck you off?"
"Nope, I want to fuck those lovely tits of yours. I'm going to give them a treat like they've never had before."
"F-fuck my t-tits?" she stuttered. She had never heard of such a thing. The redheaded girl didn't know if she wanted anything to do with that or not. But she had no choice. The youth's hands clamped firmly on the outer-slopes of her huge knockers and forced the nipples together again. A stab of joy went down into her chest. Every breath she took was of super-hot air now. She knew her lungs were on fire inside and she loved it. When he began rubbing one nipple against the other, she came again. By the time she drifted down from her sex-high, she realized the hot, hard thing poking into the other side of her tits was Michael's prick.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"I'm gonna fuck these tits like they've never been fucked before. Virgin tits, oh boy! I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of them!"
He shoved forward. She felt the thick head of his prick press hotly against her soft titflesh. His hooded pricktip moved swiftly along the artificial cunt he had formed between her boobs, then burst out on the far side. She saw the single eye of his prick poking out lustfully from the mountains of her tits.
Bending forward, she tried to lick and suck at the head of his cock. She craned her neck until the muscles protested but she couldn't quite reach his delightfully teasing cock.
"And back again through that warm, wet cunt made out of your tits!" he cried. His hips levered back and his cock vanished from sight. But she didn't care about that. She could feel it retreating. Every single inch of his prick aroused her more and more.
"Faster!" she sobbed. "Burn up my tits with your cock. Make them come alive, totally alive with that sweet, fucking cock of yours!"
Her flesh trembled at the touch of his cock. She sobbed, her breath catching in her throat. It was as if she sucked in napalm. Her lungs were on fire – and so were her soft, delicately fleshed knockers. The friction from his rapid fucking quickly burned away the spit he had put on her. She felt his cock racing back through the tight channel of her titflesh.
Seeing the prick jutting out from the top of her tits made her come. The nearness of his cock throbbing with virile lust against her tits made her come. The feel of his balls banging against the other side of her tits made her come. Everything he did made her climax over and over.
Writhing in abject passion, she almost threw him off her belly. Almost. He hung on for dear life, his fingers leaving red streaks on the soft white of her jugs. He continued to fuck faster and faster. The marshmallowy flesh surrounding his rock-hard cock clung tenaciously to him. He ignored it. He fucked faster, the burning desire making it impossible for him to stop now.
The heat of the fucking lit the fuse. The feel of her softly squeezing titflesh caused the warmth to slowly seep down his prick. He felt as if he would explode when the heat reached his hyper-active balls. Already, they tumbled and lurched in the tight confines of his nut-sac. The lead-heavy jism had come to a boil and threatened to erupt at any second.
"Can't hold on much longer, Sheryle," he grunted. "Gotta fuck more. Just gotta. Oh, sweet Jesus, this is too fucking much for me!"
He arched his back, slamming his cock hard through the artificial cunt he had formed from her breasts. The sight of the aroused girl writhing under him was all he really needed to get off. His prick jerked hard once, then fountained out its creamy load of cum.
His first spurt spattered against the redhead's cheek. Her eager tongue tried to scoop it up. She failed. But she succeeded in getting the second hot spurt of cum to land on her tits. She slurped it up and bent her head forward. This time, she managed to get her lips wrapped around the end of his erupting prick.
Sucking for all she was worth, she tasted the acrid, tangy cum and this got her off again. Everything Michael did got her hot and excited – and at the brink of orgasm.
The taste of the cum was thrilling to her. She didn't think she could get enough. She sucked harder and harder on the purpled knob at the end of his prick. Her tongue drove mercilessly into the piss-slit in an attempt to get even more of the scrumptious man-seed.
His bucking cock pressed hotly into her agitated tits. She had felt her heart hammering fiercely throughout the tit fucking. She simply knew her tits would explode from having too much blood pounding into them. No such thing happened, even though her nipples were sore and sensitive to the touch.
The youth's hands kept her nipples firmly pressed together until the ice and iron grip of orgasm had released him. Weakly, he fell back on his heels, panting and wiping the sweat from his face.
"Shit, Sheryle, that was super. The best Goddamn fucking I ever had!"
She said nothing. The feel of his hands on her belly was enough for her – that and the taste of his cum and the throbbing tits and the urgent need in her cunt.
And her father had spanked her like a little girl! She'd shown him! This was living and he had been lying to her. She'd really show him she was a woman!